Nameless King

The staircase of books was lined up, and Wain leisurely climbed to the top. In the time he had spent in the reading room, Wain had fully recovered and had time to rest.

Reading dozens of books eventually became boring, but while his mind worked, his body rested. Wain was ready to face any opponent.

When Wain almost reached the clouds, he stopped and turned around. He once again enjoyed the beautiful azure sky and the hundreds of clouds. After all, it would probably be a long time before he saw something like that again.

"Okay, it's time to get the Sorcerer's Soul and leave this area of Purgatory forever." Proclaimed Wain and took a step forward, passing through a layer of clouds.

The layer was massive and dense. Wain had to walk for about a minute, feeling as if he were wandering amongst the fog.

Each area of Purgatory was a mysterious and mystical place. With each step, Wain's desire to notice what was on the other side increased. He expected to see a watcher, a soul pearl, or some dangerous enemy.

Step.

Wain passed through the clouds, and the first thing he saw was a crimson sky. It was quite a contrast to the magical view below.

However, Wain didn't have time to admire the new view. In the distance, he saw several people or creatures fighting each other. Wain concentrated and feeling the energetic vibrations of the Sorcerer's Soul emanating from that side, he ran there.

...

A minute later, Wain practically arrived at the spot, but what he saw stunned him. The snow-white clouds were drenched with blood, and among the dozens of corpses stood two people.

One was a tall man with pale skin, short ashy hair, amber eyes, and a muscular build.

At that moment, he was holding another man by the throat. He had thick black hair and blue eyes. However, he was not human, for he also had purple skin, four ears, and two pupils in each eye.

He was seriously injured by the man with ashy hair. When he saw Wain come running, he looked at him and muttered quietly, "Run..."

Crackle.

The ash-haired man tightened his grip and snapped his neck, then tossed him aside.

"Nirkad, we have company." Said the girl standing not far from the killer.

She was the second person who had carried out the massacre. She had ashy hair, pale skin, and amber eyes, just like her ally. She also had a strange symbol on her forehead. She was wearing a snow-white robe.

"Emola, who is this? Why is there anyone else here besides the watcher and his assistants?" Proclaimed Nirkad looking at Wain in surprise.

"It doesn't matter, do your job. We shouldn't delay. It could be bad for our reputation." Emola said coldly, not even looking at Wain.

She, unlike Nirkad, was not taking part in this battle; she had a different task. In front of her, several magical circles were floating in the air, which represented some kind of mechanism.

Emola was making changes to this structure. The magical circles moved, partially glowing, and thin beams flew out of them, quickly dispersing into space. Wain realized that she was training or calibrating some skill.

"Sure, but you should have been less strict. These wimps couldn't even scratch me." Said Nirkad and was about to attack Wain, but suddenly Emola stopped him.

"Wait, pass it to me first." The girl said calmly.

"Huh, don't you trust me?" Nirkad said with a grin, and suddenly a cage of white pearls appeared in his hands, which he handed to Emola.

When Wain saw it, he knew immediately what was going on here.

He had two choices. These people were soul pearl protectors like Forgotten, or they stole the soul pearl. Of course, Wain understood that the first option was unlikely.

"That's not what I expected..." Wain said calmly, looking down at Nirkad.

"What? What are you saying?" Smiling, Nirkad said relaxedly, walking toward Wain.

"I'm saying I'm disappointed," Wain said coldly. Emola and Nirkad looked at him in shock.

"I thought I would meet a worthy opponent here, but this time I have to get my hands dirty with the blood of some wretched thieves," Wain said contemptuously.

Emola's and Nirkad's faces contorted when they heard Wain's words. They did not expect that some person would express himself so rudely toward them.

"Nirkad," Emola said quietly.

He looked at her, puzzled.

"This person could be dangerous. We were only able to get here because suddenly, the protective barrier of this area weakened. It might have something to do with his arrival." Said Emola.

Nirkad nodded and looked at Wain and asked, "Hey, who are you? What race do you belong to? Don't you know better than to quarrel with us?"

Wain answered nothing. He slipped his hand under his raincoat, pulled out a black pack of cigarettes, and then opened it. Wain pulled out a blue cigarette and lit it.

After a few seconds, he blew out a blue cloud of smoke, which randomly turned into the demon's face. Wain felt his lungs hit a flame and a pleasant heat all over his body.

They were the best cigarettes he had ever used.

"My name is Nameless. That's all you need to know." Calmly Wain said, blowing out another cloud of smoke.

"Damn, so much effort and hope, and at the end, I had some dregs waiting for me. Having inflated expectations can be dangerous." Wain muttered.

His words were beginning to piss Nirkad off.

"Say what you want. In a few seconds, you'll still be a corpse!" Nirkad said loudly and lunged toward Wain.

Wain tossed his cigarette aside and got into a fighting stance. Although he was frustrated by the nature of his opponents, he understood that they were powerful.

'They were able to kill the watcher of this area and several other creatures. That shows how strong they are.' Thought Wain.

Emola did not take part in the battle as before. She was busy setting up magic circles.

Whooosh.

As Nirkad shortened his distance, he attacked Wain with lightning speed. His fist was powerful and destructive, but his opponent was not simple.

Wain reacted instantly, and with the back of his palm, struck Nirkad's wrist. With that move, Wain negated his attack. Nirkad was surprised, but he immediately counterattacked. He turned around and kicked Wain.

However, Wain didn't duck. He stopped Nirkad's attack with his palm and then grabbed his leg tightly.

Whoooosh.

Wain threw Nirkad aside, and while he was in flight, Wain used the Distant Bullet. In an instant, a white bullet appeared in his hands, which he swiftly threw at Nirkad.

Nirkad was shocked. For a while, he wasn't down yet. He couldn't dodge this attack. All he had to do was try to defend himself.

He put his arms out in front of him, and a thin layer of protective barrier quickly appeared on them. It should have completely blocked the bullet. However, Nirkad underestimated the power of Wain's attack.

Crackle.

The barrier was shattered like glass, and the white bullet pierced through Nirkad's left arm. Blood spurted out, and Nirkad instantly jumped aside.

The scene shocked not only him but Emola as well. She couldn't believe that someone could wound Nirkad so easily.

"Hey, Emola, it looks like you were right, but we're in trouble now. This guy is definitely strong. What's more, I can't exactly determine his race. Is he some kind of unique and rare? Perhaps of some mighty lineage or a member of a powerful family? Why is he so strong?" Nirkad muttered.

Emola frowned and waved her hand. Magical circles surrounded the cage with the soul pearl, and he stood beside Nirkad.

For a while, she stared at Wain, "That's unlikely. While you were exchanging blows with him, I checked his name, or rather alias. He only owns one Void, tiny in size, with nothing but ice and weak monsters. Either way, we have to kill him."

"Yes." Nirkad nodded, and the next moment their auras began to intensify.

Then their ashy hair caught white flame just as their arms and legs did. Their eyes glowed brightly and became like discs of flame. It was a hallmark of their race.

Whooosh.

As before, Nirkad attacked first. His speed increased several times, and he was like a flash of white flame. Emola stayed where she was and put her palms together. Then several spheres of flame appeared behind her and flew toward Wain.

"AHAHAHAHAH, so your main attribute is fire. Okay, this is going to be a lot easier than I expected." Proclaimed Wain, and suddenly, his aura began to increase rapidly.

Emola and Nirkad felt the monstrous pressure that came from their opponent. They were shocked, but they didn't stop. They had to kill Wain and leave his corpse in this area of Purgatory forever.

Nirkad attacked, aiming his fist at Wain's head. Emola supported him with long-range attacks. But suddenly, Wain turned into blue lightning and moved away to a safe distance.

Then the temperature around him began to drop. His eyes turned azure, and he wore a long cloak, torn in many places, as well as bulky boots. His face was half covered by a black cloth reaching down to his nose.

Ringing.

His left arm was shackled in massive black chains, and a sword with an icy blade appeared in his right hand.

Wain stepped forward, raised the sword high above his head, and then lowered it sharply.

At the same moment, an icy blade was created, which like a wave, came down on Emola and Nirkad.