Manaless Mage-Chapter 238: Into the past… or the future?

"Huh?" Harry muttered, his brows furrowing into a deep frown. "What do you mean... ’within the system’?"

"It’s just like I said, we’re in the system. All these... ’white’ you’re seeing around, it’s all within the system." The man said, taking a small pause.

"They must feel quite familiar to you. That’s because they aren’t just a bunch of white colours lumped together, they’re actually energy." The man continued, with a light smile on his face.

"Energy... all these are energy?" Harry muttered, looking around him in awe.

’How much energy would all of this be?’ He couldn’t help but wonder. With how it covered the whole room, with seemingly no end to it, it was probably over a hundred million... or even a billion energy points.

For a split second, the thought of how powerful he would be if he had all this energy to his disposal popped up in his mind, and it was beyond his imaginations.

Ignoring his surprise, the blonde haired man continued: "Whenever you complete a quest or level up, the system pulls out a little of the energy here, giving it to you as rewards."

"It’s either given to you directly as energy points, or converted into EXP, stat points, etc." The man said, causing Harry’s eyes to widen in shock.

"And what about you?" Harry suddenly asked, to which the man responded with a smile.

"Me? I do nothing... I’m just here." He said, before turning around.

"So who’s in—"

"No one’s in charge of the system, It’s automatic, I don’t control it, and even if j want to, I can’t." The blonde haired man said, pausing in his steps.

"Ha... I know how you feel about all this. You’re starting to doubt me, I can tell. But you don’t have to worry, I’m just someone within the system. Just an ’other voice’ apart from the system’s." He continued, slowly turning back to Harry.

Harry didn’t know why, but he could sense an underlying emotion between those words, but he didn’t understand it.

However, he could tell none of what he said was a lie.

’But... am I really that easy to read?’ He thought, his lips curling into a wry smile.

"You want answers, don’t worry, you’ll get them soon enough." The man said, flashing another smile at Harry.

"Soon enough? How soo—" His vision suddenly turned dark, and his body weakly dropped to the ground once more.

"Like right now." The man said, slowly walking towards Harry’s unconscious body.

"This... will be such a pain to go through." He mumbled, a weird glint flashing through his eyes.

If possible, he would rather not do this, however... he didn’t really have a choice in the matter.

It was only a matter of time...

’It’s either it ends well... or go terribly wrong.’ He thought, gently placing his hand above Harry’s head.

*

’Huh?’ Harry thought, suddenly finding himself in a pitch black room.

He was just in the white room, speaking with that blonde haired man, and all of a sudden, he was here.

He didn’t understand anything going on anymore, whether with the system or the other voice... and even himself.

’Now that I think about it, I didn’t even get his name.’ He mumbled inwardly.

Suddenly, the dark room rapidly brightened up, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes due to the sudden brightness.

It only lasted for a brief second though, and everything later cleared out, to the point where he could properly open his eyes.

Before he knew it, the image of a giant fist suddenly filled his vision, and in the next second—

Thwack!

A punch landed on his cheek, sending his body to the ground.

’What?!’ Harry immediately tried getting back up, in order to fight back against whoever punched him, however he realised something, he couldn’t move.

He couldn’t even talk, neither could he control his body. It was like he was there, and at the same time he wasn’t.

All he could do was watch as the boy who punched him stood over him with a wide smirk, flexing his small fist at him.

The boy had spiky black hair, and judging from his appearance, he looked to be in between the ages twelve to fourteen.

Standing behind him were two other boys, both around the same age, who kept nodding foolishly to the black haired boy’s actions.

Nonetheless, there was another thing on Harry’s mind.

’Who the hell is this?’ He thought. He had never seen this boy before, and despite how hard he tried, he couldn’t recollect seeing anybody like this in his memories.

It was the same with the other two boys behind him, he couldn’t remember seeing any of them, whether in the academy or in some other place.

"What was that you were saying again Leon?" The boy said, swinging his fist in the air. "Something about beating me wasn’t it?"

"Let’s see how you’ll do that! You’re just trash, never forget that." The boy said, with a wide smirk on his face.

However, he perfectly understood what was going on.

After being at the receiving end of bullying for so many years, he recognised the all-too-familiar pattern of ganging up to prey on the weak.

’This... takes me back to my early years at the academy.’ Harry thought, memories of all he went through back then rapidly resurfacing.

"Trash you say?" He suddenly felt his lips move, however, he wasn’t the one who spoke.

’His’ body moved against his wishes, and he slowly got back up on his feet, staring deep into the black haired boy’s eyes.

"That’s wrong. The only trash here is you three, ganging up to beat me. I’m not the one who made you so..." He paused for a second, slowly rubbing his chin as if he was trying to remember something.

"What’s the word again? Yeah, untalented." He continued, his lips slowly curling into a wide smirk.

Veins rapidly bulged on the head of the black haired boy, and his brows continuously twitched in annoyance.

"Y-you... you... how dare you... speak to me like that!" He shouted, charging forward in anger.

He swiftly pulled his fist in anger, and was about to throw another punch, but then—

"Don’t try it." A familiar voice suddenly drifted into his ears, and he subconsciously halted his punch mid-air.

However, ’Harry’s’ legs had already given out from the shock, and his body immediately plopped weakly to the ground.

The black haired boy’s eyes slowly widened in shock, and he immediately snapped his head towards the direction the voice came from.

"Y-you... better stay out of this. He insulted me, d-don’t dare I-interfere!" He shouted, turning to the boy standing across him.

But despite his words, his fist remained halted in the air, and his body slowly trembled in fear.

"Come on, it’s not like he’s wrong. You really are so untalented, and stupid." The boy said, dipping his hands into his pockets.

"Rather than picking on him, why not face me instead? So I’ll stuff you all into trash bags... like I did the last time." The boy said, a smug smirk slowly stretching across his face.

The three other boys immediately started shivering upon hearing those words, and they subconsciously started stepping backwards.

"L-Larry... I think we should just l-leave them alone." One of the boys standing behind the black haired boy said, lightly tugging his shirt.

"No..." However, the boy shrugged his hand away, stepping forward instead.

"That was before, things are different now. I’ll make you pay, for humiliating me!" He shouted, suddenly running towards the boy with his fist pulled for a punch.

"They never learn... don’t they?" The other boy mumbled, pulling his hands out of his pockets.

He swiftly mumbled a few incomprehensible words, stretching his hands forwards.

Fwoosh!

"Flame wisp!" He shouted, and a thin wisp of fire speedily materialised above his palm.

Swoosh!

The flame wisp immediately shot at Larry at rapid speed, leaving a thin trial of fire.

Blam!

Within seconds, the fire wisp closed in on him, slamming into his torso with great force, before exploding into bits of fire.

"Argh!!" Larry grunted in pain, as his body was immediately sent flying by the attack, with the flames charring his skin.

Thwam!

His body crashed into the hard ground, bouncing a few times before sliding to a halt right in front of his two companions.

"See? Told you so." The boy muttered, smugly blowing off the steam floating above his palm.

Meanwhile, Harry kept looking at the boy in shock.

’W-what the hell is this? How is this possible?’ He thought, confused about what he was seeing in front of him.

If he could still control his body, his eyes would have widened in shock, however, all he could do was stare while wallowing in his thoughts.

"Hey, you okay?" The boy muttered, slowly walking towards ’Harry.’

He had short brown hair and pitch black eyes, but that face, was something Harry would never forget.

Or rather... something he could never forget.

"Yeah. Thanks for the save again... Harry." He felt his lips slowly curl into a warm smile, as he spoke once again.

The boy called Harry simply flashed a smug smirk at him, before stretching his hand towards him.

’Is that... me?!’ Harry thought, as he stared at the hand stretched at him.

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