Shambala Sect

The people who bet that Lirzod would win were satisfied without reservation. "I knew it! If we trust Inch Man, we will always make profits!"

"Yeah, he"s a master gambler with great track record after all!"

Though the crowd was in a visibly thrilled mood from seeing two winners, Lirzod stayed on the track itself, seemingly staring at the ceiling with a weird smile on his face. "I only saw their portraits in the tomes of the clan"s library, but they are more beautiful than in the books," he couldn"t help but recall the visage of Valkyra and it strengthened his smile and made him nod his head to and fro in a smooth motion. "Many times I wished that all of the beautiful portraits of the girls in the tomes were real. You gotta hand the credit to the G.o.ds who created such beauties. I will never doubt you again, G.o.d. Redguard tribe... I"m on my way to becoming your tribe"s most treasured foreign niece!" He began to shyly laugh within himself when a palm slammed his head from behind, which almost made Lirzod"s hands touch the ground. That strike wasn"t an unmemorable one, and it brought tears to his eyes.

When Lirzod turned back, his temper barely hanging sense of morality, his eyes caught sight of two dark-brown legs packed with defined muscles, before his gaze moved up and witnessed the monstrous quadriceps, insanely grown obliques, abs, and pecs. But what caught his attention was the mouth that seemed close to that of a gorilla and the distinctly sloping forehead that would put any proud man to shame.

(Who the h.e.l.l is this macho?) Lirzod"s eyes broadened in wonder and wrath.

"You just entered the ship today, and you want to go to the eleventh deck already?" The seven-foot-tall guy lifted Lirzod by the collar, forcing his feet to droop in midair. "If all newbies come and leave just like that, it will make us seniors look bad."

"What the h.e.l.l"s your problem, piggy?" Lirzod tried to pull himself out of that man"s grip, but the difference in strength rendered all his efforts futile.

The big guy frowned and projected Lirzod into the air and as he fell down, the enormous elbow clobbered into Lirzod"s stomach, making him spit blood as he got sent flying back only to end up crashing into the crowd. To all appearances, his eyes exposed the whites before his body fell to the ground.

One guy shouted, "he"s knocked out cold."

"Tch, couldn"t even kill my boredom. Throw this trash back in his room," The big guy gave a disgusted glance at Lirzod before walking away. "I decide who get to go to the eleventh deck." His words were addressed to the rest of the crowd. It meant that whether one won the event or not, they had to take his permission.

"That"s Geragorn for you," His followers laughed together as they left to their spots and funnily ran on the empty running track. "Don"t mess with the people of the exotic tribes."

Many people in the crowd couldn"t help but feel down.

"That Geragorn is doing this on purpose. With his build, he probably can"t pa.s.s this test, so he doesn"t want others to pa.s.s as well. This is too selfish behavior."

"Idiot, can"t you see his body?" the seller who had almonds in his pockets said, "He can finish this test even when he"s dead drunk!"

"Then what"s his problem?"

"Who knows," the seller shrugged his shoulders, "maybe he likes doing this."

"Why doesn"t someone try and stop him?"

"Why don"t you try and stop him?"

"No, no, I can"t."

"It"s the same with the rest. Who can stop a monster like that? I once saw him lift a five hundred pound bear and almost choke it to death with his bare hands. Plus, if I"m right he"s even approached by Metalskulls to join their side."

"Metalskulls? The mafia that drifted from Mitri continent? They are on this ship as well?"

"Yeah, they may be criminals on their continent, but they haven"t done anything bad here."

"Che, criminals are walking among us, but we can"t do anything? At this rate, we will stay on this deck for all of this journey."

"No, don"t worry... He won"t stop everybody," the seller said, "it"s just the bad luck of the boy for falling in Geragorn"s eyes. But since you"ve already spent a week on this deck, you can go and ask him."

"Oh, then I will have to utilize that discount."

The seller just watched Lirzod being taken away by some men. He took out the almonds and chewed on them.

On the night of the same day.

On one of the upper decks, Pikolai and the Darling Twins were seated around a table inside an old-looking bar which was atop a cliff and a river could be seen flowing alongside.

Pikolai was pouring the wine, and he didn"t have a pleasant expression on his face. "So, you both didn"t even warn him…"

"That Stussy seemed to be related to him in some way," Elder Darling said, "we just couldn"t take the risk, major."

Pikolai pushed the gla.s.ses towards them. "Drink." The two brothers hurriedly began to taste the wine. "If you don"t take risks, you both will never get in the eyes of our head." He took out an ostrich egg and thrust his finger through the sh.e.l.l at the bottom region. "Only if you dig your finger deep enough into an egg, will you be able to touch the yolk and get to take it out," he pulled out the yolk alone, leaving the alb.u.men inside, "the lifelike part of the egg that contains the authentic taste," as he tasted it, the Darling Twins swallowed their own drooling saliva.

Taking out the yolk without disturbing the alb.u.men was an art they weren"t capable of doing. Like most people, they just break the egg and eat the yolk that"s coated with its alb.u.men. It"s said that its taste wasn"t even half as great as it would be if eaten the way Pikolai did. By making use of the air cell of the egg, the alb.u.men gets pushed aside upon drilling a hole and the yolk gets pulled out with almost less to none of the alb.u.men attached to it thanks to it being taken out through the air pathway.

Pikolai used an ostrich egg, but Darling Twins saw their boss use chopsticks to pull out the yolk from a chicken egg. They could only curse their natural ability as they lacked the subtlety in achieving such things.

"So here you both are…" A voice rang out, and a dozen men came rushing into the bar and surrounded the table those three were at. A few seconds later, a person entered the bar. It was the man in gold. He had bandages all over his face, so his face was unrecognizable. And he was covered in gold again, albeit, different from what he used to wear.

"Who"s that?" Pikola asked the brothers.

"No idea. Must be from a circus," Elder Darling said.

"What do you want son?" Younger Darling asked.

"Son? Who the f*ck is your son?" The man in gold rebuked. "I"m the great Dalkan."

"Dalkan? Never heard of the name," the brothers looked at Pikolai and he shook his head as well.

"Oh yeah, wait…" Pikolai pondered for a moment. "Maybe, the guy who cleans up after the farm and gathers chicken manure is also called Dalkan I think."

"Oh, so it"s the s.h.i.t collector Dalkan," Younger Darling snorted. "What did you come here for? I don"t think this bar raises any chicken," he looked at the bar owner who nodded in affirmation.

Dalkan was consumed by anger and his blood boiled like never before. He ground his teeth so hard that the sound was audible to the outside. "You b.a.s.t.a.r.ds… How dare you both mock me like that on the tenth deck?" He glared at them and roared. "I want all of their limbs. Get them!"

The mercenaries immediately drew their weapons and dashed towards the table, swinging and thrusting their weapons.

The next morning.

The door of Lirzod"s room was closed but not locked. Two members entered the room.

Lirzod was lying unconsciously on the bed. He was shirtless, and a bandage was wrapped around his belly.

"Enough acting," a feminine voice sounded out, "why don"t you open your eyes?"

Yet, there was no response.

"Maybe he wants you to tend to his wound," the feminine voice sounded again while speaking to the second person.

"With pleasure," the other person, owner of a masculine voice said as he folded his sleeves.

At that moment, Lirzod opened his eyes and both his clan members were seated on either side of the bed.

"Why are you two sitting here without bringing the one who did this to me?" Lirzod"s eyes emitted cold light.

"That Geragorn isn"t someone worth tangling with," Sariyu said, "it"s your fault for partic.i.p.ating in the event without considering anything. Did you even read the rules?"

"I did," Lirzod averted his gaze from her.

"Really?"

"Yeah. It was only a couple of pages, so I did read it."

"A couple? It was more than twenty pages!"

"What?"

"... You know that the rules are written at the back end of the manual?"

"Backend of the book?" Lirzod was startled but covered up his expression quickly. "I did."

"Just accept that you didn"t," Sariyu snorted.

"So what if I didn"t?" Lirzod furrowed his brows. "What does that have anything to do with that pig attacking me? Or, was that perhaps foretold in the book?" His voice was satirical.

Sariyu frowned. "You idiot. The rules explain the politics that happen in these decks. Some decks may be straightforward. You pa.s.s the test, you get to go. But some decks aren"t that simple. Like us Entries, the Hollows have some rules as well. Do you even know that?"

"Yeah, whatever," Lirzod said and tried to get up which made him frown a little. "Agh, my rib..."

"Not whatever," Sariyu said in an irked tone, but then controlled herself and looked at his bandage. "To your luck, it"s only ruptured."

"I know," Lirzod"s voice sounded a bit sad.

"You look terrible when you put up a moody face," Sariyu twisted his ear. "It just doesn"t suit you. So forget what happened with that Geragorn."

"You know I can"t," Lirzod calmly said.

Burton shook his head, "If not for your luck, you would have gotten a lot more severely wounded. Just what were you doing when he did all this to you?"

"I…" Lirzod paused a moment. "I was enjoying my victory."

"You can"t be serious."

"I am," Lirzod blew air through his nose. "First tell me, why did that pig attack me out of nowhere?"

"Why should I?" Burton turned his head away. "It doesn"t matter now since you will not listen to whatever I may say."

Lirzod turned to her.

"That guy"s a newbie crusher," Sariyu quickly explained to him about what happened. "He doesn"t let new entries reach the eleventh deck so easily."

"So we can"t go to the eleventh deck without his permission?" Lirzod was bewildered. "How can the staff see all of this and not do anything?"

"Like I said, the staff is nothing but a bunch of Hollows. As per rules of Hollows, they don"t really have to go out of their way as long as the Deck Tests aren"t being affected."

"That"s…" Lirzod didn"t know what to say. "You mean that pig will go unpunished even after he did this to me?"

"Don"t you get it?" Burton replied in haste. "You aren"t the first, and you won"t be the last of his victims either."

"What"s your problem?" Lirzod knitted his brows. "I am talking to her, can"t you see?"

Burton turned his head away again. "You are right. Why should I care? I just came here for the sake of etiquette, that"s all."

"Suit yourself, Big Brother," Lirzod said and looked at her. "What about you? How will you reach the next deck if that pig is in the way?"

"Well, first we need to pa.s.s the test. You got no problems since you pa.s.sed the test," Sariyu said, "We both, on the other hand, will have to wait for a week."

"A week? What for?"

"Geragorn will not bother about the new entries who spent at least a week on this deck."

"Oh… So, that"s how it is." Lirzod smiled and contemplated a bit. "Because I finished the race successfully, he can"t stop me now, as the staff would intervene."

"Isn"t it obvious?" Burton stood. "It"s beyond my understanding why the useless get lucky all the time," he began to walk away. "I will try and see if there"s another way. If not, well, I just have to think of doing something productive for the next six days."

In the next stride, Burton ended up slipping on a banana peel and crashed to the ground, his head slamming down on the wooden floor.

Burton stood and looked at those who stared blankly at him. But the moment he took a step, Sariyu"s teeth exposed and shoulders jerked up and down. Lirzod did the same, and their smiling vibes. .h.i.t Burton"s back.

"Both of you," he picked up the banana peel and threw it at Lirzod. "Stop laughing for stupid things! And throw that in the dustbin." He looked at Sariyu who shut her mouth by her hand.

"Blame Primera, not me," Lirzod said in a soft and held-back tone, "or maybe your luck."

"Hmph," Burton turned away and quickly left the room.

Afterward, both Sariyu and Lirzod looked at each other and laughed to their heart"s content.