Chapter 171: Level Eight: It's Not Just Numbers
At Finren Village, Ruka jumped to catch the attention of the tri-colored carp, but there was no response.
"Can you hear me? Say hello! Hello!"
Ruka stopped jumping to get attention and continued walking. "Never mind. I'm a man of few words, I can accept it."
Ruka walked with a relaxed expression, looking at the empty ground.
"But it was a very empty fight. How could I do that? Someday I'll be that strong. Should I go and say hello to Kisen?"
Ruka walked, thinking for a moment. "No way. It's time to go back. I got what I wanted. There's no need to interfere."
Ruka took out an egg to examine. It was an egg with five colored patterns: red, blue, brown, green, and sky blue. Five colors in all.
Ruka wiped the egg with a cloth and put it back in its place.
Seraph walked with an extremely lazy expression, accompanied by the sound of someone walking behind her.
Time passed by in a silent forest.
A boy sat in a tree, a flute in his hand.
Beetho, sitting in the tree, his body covered in bloody wounds and torn clothing, stared at the two girls, who were covered in injuries.
Natha smiled with amusement. The number one of the Firenice, twirling his sword.
"That's great, Beetho. Did you hide your abilities to this extent?"
Alice, who had accompanied Nata, had a face twisted in frustration. She was now expressing her frustration. "You traitor! Why are you siding with the entity that rules this place? Because the power you wield comes from that creature!"
Beetho wiped the blood from his face. "It's not that that person shares our ideals, so we agreed to stay on that side. That's all."
Natha looked around the area. There were holes and traces of the three of them fighting. "What kind? Explain it to me." "
"It's simple. I love music, so I'm on the side of music. That's all."
"Easy to understand. But why do you like this place? There's no sound. Why do you like it? What are you playing music in this place for?"
Beethoven turned his flute and pointed at Nata. "The meaning of playing music. I'm searching for that. Why do I want to play music? Why do I like music?
Why music?
What makes me like it?
That's my answer.
What are humans born to play?
What is music for?
Do you know the answer to that question?"
Nata touched her chin, looking deeply in thought. "Hmm, hmm, hmm. The answer is: Is it because I play music? Is it because I want to?"
Beetho applauded Nata. "Yes, I play because I want to play. That's all. This place is perfect for me." There's no way I'll let it disappear.
Nata poured her soul energy into the blade. "Is that so? It's a shame your talent ended here. Let me tell you something. You might not know."
"What?"
"Schoolmaster Phirenin led the army. Soon, this forest will disappear."
A blue beam of light shot up in the distance. There was no warning sound. Pew!
Beetho turned to look in the direction of the beam. It was blue lightning, raging across the sky.
Beetho saw the beam and dismissed it. "What a shame. Even if the schoolmaster came here, it would be useless."
Nata questioned Beetho's words. "What do you mean? You should know how terrifying our schoolmaster is, right?"
"The schoolmaster is very powerful, but the Silent Tree is even stronger."
Nata's expression was stern and she quickly turned to look in the direction of the battle.
Alice's expression was filled with shock. "Don't tell me the person who controls this place is a level eight!?"
"That's right. The entirety of the Silent Forest is this person's body. Level eight. Do you understand what I mean?"
Nata couldn't hide her fear. "Oh, shit! Follow me, Alice!"
Nata charged in the direction of the blue beam. Whoosh!
Alice flew after Nata, whoosh!
A green line shot towards the two of them, accompanied by the music of the flute player Beethoven. Whoosh!
The green line collided with them. Boom! They flew backwards, crashing down to the ground. Boom!
Nata smirked. "Looks like we've got the wrong girl!"
Blue eyes began to appear in the trees. More and more of them were appearing, reflecting the two beautiful women lying on the ground.
Dangerous eyes, indicating that it was a critical moment.
Alice stood beside Nata. "Tch! To die here with you, you're so irritating!"
"Come on, history will record our names. The number one and two beauties." To die in this place.
"I'm number one, you're number two."
Alice interjected.
Nata smiled. "And your master, isn't he sad that he had to die in this place?"
Beetho nodded. "Don't worry about that. I already asked for it, so rest assured. And besides, those eyes looking around are just spectators. I guarantee no one will interfere."
"Gentlemen, the ladies will be screaming. At least, I'll drag you to the next world. You can choose between heaven and hell. Which way do you want to go?"
The pressure around Nata began to release.
Nata's face didn't smile like before.
Alice began to release energy.
"I'll drag you to hell with me!"
The two rushed toward Beetho, angered by their betrayal of the Flerenin Sect.
In a certain place, following the blue light, piles of Flerenin Sect members lay unconscious. Each was injured and unable to move.
Some managed to stand upright. A pair of eyes looked up at the sky. An old man, nearly forty years old, wearing luxurious robes and a tricolor carp pattern, with short red hair, named Floren, the head of the Florenin School, was floating in midair, surrounded by lightning.
Floren watched as a building-sized creature with numerous blue eyes stared at him, while the ground in front of him was filled with clear blue water.
The Silent Tree, the Dangerous One, turned its eyes to Floren. "This is a warning. Get out of here before my wrath is revealed. The three fish have already made a truce with me, so there's no need to kill each other."
Floren looked on with a calm expression. "I can't believe the one before me has such a dangerous spiritual aura. A level eight calamity. Deservedly so."
Floren looked on with excitement.
"What do you plan to do if you don't heed my warning?" "I might kill you all?"
Flaren bowed his head to the silent tree. "Thank you for sparing my life. If that's what our Supreme Leader said, it must be true."
"Good decision. I know your power. My attacks can be stopped. That's excellent. No one died."
Flaren looked up and looked along the path. His face twitched slightly when he saw gray roots dotted with blue eyes. The roots were everywhere, reflecting himself floating in midair.
The blue eyes everywhere stared at Flaren. It was a chilling sight. No matter where he looked, he couldn't see any eyes on the trees.
[A level eight monster. It's like this. I understand why they agreed to negotiate. I can't take it. I thought it was only level seven, but it wasn't. Level eight was truly out of reach.]
Flaren turned, bowed, and flew away, heading towards the unconscious people.
The Flairin School decided to retreat with a show of power. Just by opening his blue eyes, he could make the sect master retreat.