Primordial Soul's Rebirth

CHAPTER 299 - Eric Reeves.

"Haa!"*Baam*

"Yaa!"*Boom*

"Haap!"*Clash*

"Hoh!"*Bash*

In an area filled with nothing but trees, exclamations, along with the sound of crashing, were heard one after another. From the sound, it felt like someone was using their force to bash something.

The area was filled with trees; nothing could be seen due to the density of the trees, but there was a single area inside that lush forest that didn't have a single tree.

It looked like a naturally created space.

There were no trees, or even a weed, in that area.

The only thing in that area was the owner of the exclaiming voice and a white and black-colored dummy that was filled with scratches.

The owner of those yells was a boy who seemed to be no more than 19 years old.

He had blonde hair and brown eyes.

The boy was not very big; his build was that of an average human, around 175 cm.

His face was clean, without a single blemish.

He was not devilishly handsome, and neither did he look cool, but if someone were to ask, then any woman would say that he looked adorable.

He was cute enough to melt the heart of any girl, or at least make it so that no girl would be offended by him quickly.

His body was neither bluff nor thin, he was normal in every aspect other than his face.

Right now, he seemed to be using all of his efforts to slash the wooden sword at the dummy in front of him.

His strikes caused the wind to move away, and every slash that landed on the dummy caused a shockwave to get released from the center.

The shockwave was not very big, but it was strong enough that if anyone was standing in the vicinity, they would at least have their hair waving in the air.

But the fact that the dummy was only getting scratched, even though it was also made of wood, was more shocking.

It was clear that the dummy wasn't normal, just like the boy.

'I can do it!'

The boy, however, just clenched the wooden sword tighter, determined to cut through the dummy with just a wooden sword, but...

*Crack**Shatter*

With a crisp sound, the sword broke in the next clash.

"Wha…

Not again…."

The boy let out a shocked voice, as he looked at the wooden sword, which was shattered into pieces, before he just sighed.

"Sigh…"

He let out an audible sigh and threw the sword backward.

*Clatter*

But the broken sword made a clashing sound as it tumbled on a heap of broken, wooden swords.

The boy then waved his hand, and the next second, another brand-new wooden sword appeared in his hand.

'Not this time.'

The boy seemed to have been doing this for a long time, as his clothes were drenched and his fingers had blisters.

Yet the boy had a resolute expression, as if he wouldn't repeat the same mistake again, even though he had been doing the same thing every time.

The boy raised his wooden sword up, ready to slash it toward the dummy, but before he could...

"Your posture is stiff, and your hold on the weapon is too tight, that's the reason for your sword breaking again and again."

A feminine yet rough voice was heard.

It wasn't actually rough, though. It was more of a lazy and tiered voice, but it sounded rough.

*Woosh*

The boy hurriedly turned back and slashed his sword with full force. He wasn't the strongest, but he was still strong, so his full-power strike was powerful, even if it was with a wooden sword.

He didn't know who the person was—he didn't even focus on that.

All he thought was that it was an enemy since this world was filled with unknown entities that were stronger than anything he had seen before.

*Badump**Badump*

His heart was beating violently.

He was shocked that someone could sneak up on him even without him noticing.

*Thup*

The sword hit the person who was right behind the boy, but the person didn't even wince in pain, much less budge from their spot.

The sword had landed on the person's shoulder, but not even their clothes were creased.

The boy, however, widened his eyes when he finally noticed who it was.

"Master!"

The boy exclaimed in surprise before he stood up straight with an apologetic look on his face.

The one in front of him was the strongest being in the human empire.

The only legendary 3-ranker of the human empire: Viessa Evergarden.

The one who was at the gathering of the peace-loving species of the Black Dragon Empire a while ago.

She had long blond-brown hair and caramel-colored eyes.

She was an elf, just like the woman named Violet, but her ears had their points cut off.

Why were they cut off? Only some people knew, and those who knew never spoke of it anymore.

Her figure was leaning more toward muscular-type beauty, which was clear from the light outline of abbs on her abdomen.

She was wearing a crop-top-like light black armor made of some beats skin, along with a black-colored pant.

Her eyes were half closed as she looked at the boy in front of her with a cryptic look.

Her face was dangerously beautiful, and the mature charm emanating from her only elevated her beauty.

Her breasts were around E cup; her waist was thin, and her hips were wide.

She looked tantalizing, to say the least.

So much so that the boy, although called her master, still harbored feelings for her.

Yes, he hadn't been with her for long, but he still liked her more than a master.

"U-Um, master…?"

The boy, embarrassed by the unblinking stare of his master, finally questioned her while fidgeting.

His face had a rosy tint, while his head was toward the ground.

"Come with me.

We might be able to see the demon king today."

Viessa finally spoke again before she turned back, moving out of the forest.

The boy, however, stood frozen in his spot.

"Wasn't the coronation still some days later….?"

The boy muttered with a tilt in his head, but then an image of a certain black-haired and blue-eyed girl flashed in his mind.

'Let's go!'

Just that image filled his body with energy, and he rushed behind his master.

He waved off his concerns about the demon king as he rushed toward the castle, where he could find the girl who stole his heart at first sight.

He was the hero who was summoned by the empire of Solaris to save them from the demon onslaught, Eric Reeves.

'He really is a monster.'

Viessa, who was ahead of Eric, sighed inwardly as she muttered those words.

*Clatter*

The scene then shifted to the broken sword that Eric threw at the heap of swords as it tumbled down.

*Clank*

The sword stopped as it reached the bottom, but...

*Woosh*

A wind blew as the view that Viessa had seen finally came to light.

There were 5 more clusters of broken swords behind the one shown before, and all of them were larger than the one in front.

They were not visible because of the lush, green and large trees in the vicinity, but they were still there.

'All of this in just 5 hours...'

Viessa sighed again, but there was a light shining within her eyes.

A light of hope; hope that their situation would improve if things went on like this, and Eric got time to grow.

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