Chapter: 667

The voice sounded with both a mix of fanaticism and threat. Perhaps even excitement.

The threat in the voice, however, was towards number three, pushing him to exert his full potential in the hunt… and warning him not come back empty handed.

Number three gazed across the mountain along the rocks, between the mushroom desert and cliffs, as there were tracks in the soil – it seemed like ropes had been dragged through different parts of dirt which occasionally plotted between the rocks.

He began to follow the strange tracks, also finding a few large paw prints mixed in too.

Some time later, he found another skeleton with another broken weapon, and he was sure that Jay chose to walk along the mountainside rather than through the desert or the forest, and it made sense to the mage hunter too – the rocky terrain was much easier to cross than the other two.

What caused concern in the low ranking mage hunter though was the dead skeletons he kept finding along the way.

Sure, it was good to find them as it was a trail towards Jay, but it was also a sign that the necromancer was fighting something, and based on how some of the bones had been grinded to dust, whatever it was, was powerful.

Time was of the essence.

Rauther than a search and secure mission, it was turning into a rescue mission instead.

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~Third academy, Mirror Reality #34~

Matheson groaned, waking up with a splitting headache, still having the ability to sense mana.

“Argh, what the fuck did they do to me…” he thought, a bitter frown as he sat there. Still dazed and a little confused.

Matheson, or ‘Smiley’, was alone again.

Having passed out a few times from random claps of pain, it seemed like he had stabilized somewhat. For now at least.

Finally, someone entered the room again.

“Fuck. That girl again.” he thought, staring at her with death in his gaze.

It was that girl who caused him so much suffering. The one who did something to him… something he would have to undo, if it were even possible.

Smiley both feared and hated her at the same time, and he deeply desired to pierce her heart with his sword.

“Well, looks like you’re doing better.” she smiled, “don’t worry, you won’t be paralyzed anymore… unless you misbehave anyway.” she shrugged.

Smiley stared at her with anger, “so… she paralyzed me. Or she has the power to. Somehow…”

Due to the intense pain, he had completely forgotten about the worm which entered his body – the same parasitical worm which was now coiled around the nerve bundles at the base of his skull.

All of those painful memories had been stashed away somewhere, buried deep in his subconsciousness.

Smiley continued to angrily stare, grinding his teeth as another person entered the room.

An old man with a jolly expression and a long beard greeted him. Both the old man and the young girl were smiling, but Smiley sensed no danger from behind the elders.