Dawn Of Legend:Rise Of An Extra-Chapter 236 :Roan’s Agony[2]

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Roan didn't plan to concede even though his heart started beating wildly but as soon as he peeked at Lucas outside, his scale became numb in fear.

3..2..1..

The moment the countdown became zero, Lucas pulled out a handful of bombs and was about to attach them to the walls when a sound echoed.

CLICK!

Lucas took a moment to take a deep breath and sort out his thoughts.

"Thank God, the threat worked." Lucas sighed in relief, putting away the bombs. He didn't dare to blow up the….. maybe he would.

As the door was unlocked, Lucas walked in anxiously. The first thing he saw was Roan sitting near his table with his arm wrapped in bandages messely.

His eyes looked bleak which had lost their brightness and his face looked haggard.

"Roa..!'' Lucas' voice cracked a bit seeing him in such a dispirited state.

With a look, Lucas could already catch the trail of thoughts that might be ringing in Roan. He was in a state similar to Roan when he arrived in this world.

It's just he had still hope and a system to back him up but the current Roan had lost all of his hope.

On walking closer, Lucas saw torn soles and a boot lying on the table.

It was the boot that increased the speed of one minor realm that he bought from the system. But since it had a limit, Lucas gave it to Roan along with that flash ring that blinds one's vision.

Standing aside from Roan, Lucas put his palm on his shoulder.

"Roan, what happened? Who did this to you?"

"No one!" Roan answered sharply.

"It's just my incompetence biting me in the back."

"Don't say..."

"You don't need to feed me false hopes, Lucas." Roan turned his head, giving Lucas a sharp look.

"I think I should accept the truth. I know you're gonna say that same dialogue that if you can do it I can also do it but after all this mess, I had understood a simple truth." Roan paused a bit and looked up at the ceiling.

"In the end, I am not you, Lucas."

Lucas felt a chill as he sensed a deep sense of envy sprouting inside Roan's heart.

'Damn, isn't this where people's villain phase began.'

"Just because you managed to get stronger with a bronze bloodline, I don't think I can also do the same. Just like a winner, there is bound to be a loser. Sadly, I belong to the loser camp." Roan started to laugh thinking about his condition.

A deep silence lingered for a moment.

Roan snapped his neck towards Lucas.

"Let's end it."

"What?"Lucas asked.

"Our friendship. There is no need for us to delve into this anymore and waste time."

Lucas' body shivered as Roan's words echoed in his ears like thunder.

"Roan, calm down."

"I am calm, Lucas. I feel I have never been this calm. I was stupid before to believe in false hope and live in a world of fabricated lies. You also know friendship lies in equal companionship and once we step out into society, I am gonna fall apart so it's better to end things now." Roan slumped on the chair.

"So, Lucas thanks for all the help but let's end..."

Before Roan could finish his words, his eyes widened as he saw a fist smashing against his face.

BOOM!

With a deafening sound, Roan's body flung down onto the ground.

As his vision cleared, he saw Lucas sitting over him giving him a vicious glare.

"I had enough of your childish antics. What is this? A melodramatic monologue of an ass-kicked hero?"

"You think you are a kid who can throw a tantrum around." Lucas scoffed and punched Roan again.

He was not a psychologist who would go around giving counseling sessions. For people like Roan, it is better to beat them into pulp to put some sense into them.

"Just because you got beaten once, you think you can spout all that shit without knowing what we have gone through. Listen, Roan, the stronger you are, the stronger the danger you will face."

"Roan, the last thing I expect you to do is to make some bullshit excuses just because someone beat you and from your eyes, I am damned sure that you could blow up that bully but held back fearing that you might be expelled if you hurt him badly."

Hearing Lucas' cold and angry voice, Roan started to panic.

All the bravado in his heart left seeing those lifeless scary gaze that looked like that of a merciless demon.

"Wait! Lucas...Lu-...I was wrong..."

"Stop..."

"Aagh!"

"Tell me who did this?" Lucas asked, pausing for a bit.

"That…."

Seeing him hesitating, Lucas' eyes turned cold and he punched him again.

"Who did this?"

Soon, cries of pleas echoed in the room as Lucas beat Roan and knocked him out.

"I think this much is enough."

"At least he coughed out the name before passing out," Lucas said, feeling that his approach was correct.

"I should have beaten him before so that he didn't have time to think about all these stupid things."

He beat the shit out of him to make sure he wasn't able to wake up during the process.

Lucas pulled Roan, wiped off the blood, threw him on the bathroom floor and then opened the system shop.

Staring at Roan, a faint smile formed over his lips.

"From now on, there will be no wall blocking you."

Pulling out a potion, he opened Roan's lips and made a chug down into his mouth.

After a moment, Roan's whole body twitched.

Roan's lips opened wide but no words came out of his lips while blood started to ooze out from his body.

After being fed with things to keep him unconscious and hardcore, his body wasn't in a state to wake up.

Soon black slimy gooey substance emerged from Roan.

While the miraculous process was taking effort, Lucas walked towards the table and saw various parchments attached to the wall.

The moment his eyes fell on them his eyes widened.

[Shot Acceleration]

[Penetration Enhancement.]

[Aiming Focus]

[Null Recoil]

Astonishment appeared over Lucas.

"This spell...These spells are specifically for firearms." Lucas murmured in disbelief.

"Did Roan develop all this?"

"Oh my God, it seems my choice was indeed correct."

"Damn Raon, you are awesome. You'll surely became a menace in theFuture."

While Lucas was engrossed in studying the framework of the spells, the changes in Roan were already over.

Lucas helped Roan to clean up a bit and then carrying him, threw him on the bed.

Seeing him sleeping comfortably, Lucas' heart surged with an explicable expression.

"Sleep well."

"From now, you are reborn."

"After you wake up, I will make sure to squeeze out the value of my wasted experience. You better be worthwhile." Lucas snorted loudly, making the sleeping Roan shiver for some reason.

Lucas could feel Roan's turbulent mana exuding from his body. Due to the potion, Roan had a significant breakthrough.

Nodding his head in satisfaction, Lucas walked out and his expression underwent a 180° change, the moment he walked out of the Roan room.

The temperature of the corridor fell by a few margins as he passed by.

"You dare to touch my friend's hands."

A strong murderous aura erupted from him dyeing the space around him in red.

"I will make sure you pay back well."

.............

On the roof of the 1st Year building, a trio stood near the edge, taking puffs of cigars and blowing fumes of smoke.

In the middle of the trio, stood a bulky man with tattoos engraved over his chest and arms.

"It's been too boring these past days."

"Sir Floyd, didn't you enjoy thrashing that bastard? I saw you pouring your heart into bullying him." One of his sidekicks asked, scratching his head.

Floyd turned his head towards the sidekick scaring him.

"What fun? That kind of person is a pathetic loser. We just hit him once and he was already on his knees. Such a weak ass man. I thought he had some courage or at least grown some balls after staying in the group where everyone is weary but he turned out to be a sore loser." Floyd answers, clicking his tongue.

However, his sidekicks knew that they were just a few inches away from getting their ass kicked.

During the beating, they saw the boy conjuring a spell but for some reason, he didn't finish the spell. The spell was enough to knock them down and injure them badly however it failed at last.

Hearing no reply from the sidekick beside him, Floyd continued.

"At the very least, I thought he would go into the infirmary again for treatment but that coward is just cooped up inside." Floyd made a distorted expression, clearly pissed off for not being able to break that guy more.

He threw the remaining cigar and asked frustratingly.

"Hush! What's going on around nowadays? I haven't found a suitable prey to vent my frustration and the only one that I found gave in too easily."

"Seriously, is someone messing with me or did someone spread information about me making others avoid me?"

"Boss, you are just overthinking things. People are just busy due to the tournament to train and hone their skills so that they can do their best in the tournament. As you see, they are training around somewhere. Don't worry boss. We will catch someone soon and have fun." The sidekick two muttered rubbing his palms excitedly.

"Hmm!" Floyd nodded his head but his expression changed in the middle as he realized something in between his sidekick's words.

"Wait! What do you mean by they are busy? Are you indirectly saying that I didn't prepare well for the tournament and was lazing around while they were grinding their ass?" Floyd spoke angrily and then threw his fist to hit the sidekick two's chin.

"Boss, I didn't mean that."

BANG!

"Ouch!" He groaned in pain, holding his chin and stepped back in fear of angering his boss.

"Shut up! I know very well what you meant." Floyd sneered.

"You two, keep in mind that I am the boss."

The two sidekicks nodded their heads obediently.

Floyd, satisfied with their expression, walked towards the stairs, clicking his tongue.

Reaching the door, he rotated the knob and opened the steel door leading to the stairs.

"Juniors nowadays don't last long."

As Floyd retracted his hand, a reddish line went past him.

The two sidekicks who were behind were suddenly taken back as a hand flew past them and blood sprayed on their faces drowning everything into the silence that was broken by the grievous screams of Floyd.