diskusbooks Chapter 1 Sound System Victims
Chapter 1 Sound System Victims
Chapter 1 Sound System Victims
In the sweltering heat of August, the sun blazes down.
Cicadas chirped and fireflies danced.
A secluded courtyard in the woods is far from the hustle and bustle of the city and is extremely quiet!
There is water in front, mountains behind, and the courtyard is full of flowers and plants.
In the courtyard, a busy young man was running back and forth, watering the blooming flowers with a watering can in his hand.
The young man was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a striking head of long, silver-white hair.
His eyes were wrapped in black satin, completely blocking out all light, but strangely, his hand movements were not affected in any way.
Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly, and he slowly raised his head, his eyes beneath the black satin seemingly looking towards the door.
There, a tall man in a military overcoat was already standing.
The young man chuckled and said, "Do I need to use my spatial powers to come here, old man?"
"This way we can travel faster," the man in the military overcoat replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure that had been at the gate instantly appeared beside the young man.
The man first looked his son up and down, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. When he sensed the son's current cultivation level, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
"Dad, you came this time because the time we agreed on has arrived, right?"
The man nodded at first, but then, thinking of his son's current situation, he said, "Xiaoyu, it's been three years. It's time for you to go out and see the world."
Upon hearing this, the young man called Xiaoyu tilted his head back, a smile playing on his lips, and exclaimed, "Three years really do go by quickly!"
"You're nineteen already, it feels like just yesterday," the man remarked with a sigh.
"Nineteen years old, intermediate level three, how does my talent compare to hers?"
The man naturally knew who his son was referring to as "she." After thinking for a moment, he answered truthfully, "When you were your age, she was already a high-ranking person."
"Then I can feel a little more at ease?" Xiaoyu said with a smile.
The man shook his head and said with a solemn expression, "No, she awakened earlier than you, and she was an elementalist, while you are a dimensionalist, which is the most difficult to cultivate. In addition, you haven't used any resources over the years, so in terms of talent alone, you are stronger than her back then."
"I see!" Xiaoyu's smile turned into a faint bitter one. She then asked, "Back then, your apprentice's lover was also one of the most talented rising stars in the country, and you couldn't protect her. Now, I, who was also considered a heretic, am going out into the world to face the world. Can you really protect me then?"
"You are different from her."
"What's the difference? Aren't we all victims of disasters who are feared by those people?"
"But you are my own son, Hua Zhanhong's son!" the man said in a deep voice.
Upon hearing this, Hua Yu's heart skipped a beat.
My once calm heart was suddenly rippled like a still lake.
Yes, I am different from her.
Hua Zhanhong wouldn't risk his life for his apprentice's so-called lover, but what if he were in that situation?
How could a father stand idly by while those members of the Inquisition lay a hand on his son?
Over the years, he himself has fallen into a misconception!
Hua Yu was actually a time traveler, and he arrived in this world when he was born.
When he grew older and learned about this world, he was surprised to find that it was the magical world from his favorite novel, Full-Time Magister, from his previous life.
When Hua Yu first learned of this news, he was extremely troubled, after all, this world is not safe at all!
Externally, demons rage; internally, there exists a terrorist organization like the Black Vatican.
Even amidst this situation of internal and external troubles, humanity continues to fight amongst itself.
Therefore, in order to survive, one can only keep getting stronger until one has enough power.
Fortunately, Hua Yu's father in this life is named Hua Zhanhong.
He is the commander of the Southern Military Region in the original work, a powerful forbidden spell mage.
Hua Yu has no worries about resources for cultivation. Since that's the case, he only needs to wait for his magic to awaken at the age of sixteen, and then he can start to grow stronger.
Even if he doesn't have exceptional talent, with the resources he accumulates, Hua Yu can still guarantee that his strength will not be weak.
However, on the day of the magic awakening, the moment Hua Yu touched the awakening stone with both hands, a sound wave quietly emanated, causing all the freshmen present to fall into a coma, and even some of the weaker teachers felt dizzy.
When Hua Yu came to his senses after awakening, he saw the fearful gazes of the teachers, and at that moment he realized his talent.
Victims!
The inability to control one's own power and the uncontrollable creation of disasters around one's surroundings are characteristics of those who suffer from disasters.
Upon learning of this, Hua Zhanhong rushed over and then blocked all news about the matter.
The news was indeed blocked, but the fear on those people's faces could not be erased!
The victims were undeniably talented, but Hua Yu couldn't feel happy at all.
Is it really something to be happy about to be seen as an outsider by those around you and have to constantly hide your abilities?
Moreover, Hua Yu knew the previous victim. Her name was Qin Yu'er, a cold-looking but very gentle older sister. One day, she was suddenly taken away and never came back.
The Court of Judgment deals with victims of disasters without giving them any time to develop; once discovered, they are immediately controlled and executed.
Hua Yu did not believe that Hua Zhanhong could deal with the entire Court of Judgments by himself.
So he was afraid.
After leaving the school, he came to this small courtyard, where he stayed peacefully and controlled his power.
It wasn't until his father, Hua Zhanhong, came today and said those words that he finally understood something.
At that moment, something that had been binding him was released!
A sharp glint seemed to flash in his eyes beneath the black satin.
Heresy, what is heresy?
When I am powerful and invincible in the world, no matter what my talent is, I will be considered a heretic.
But by then, who will dare to say a word against me!
Hua Zhanhong keenly noticed the changes in Hua Yu, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
This was the first time in three years that he had smiled in front of his son.
"How long are you going to keep wearing this rag?" Hua Zhanhong asked with a smile, looking at the black satin on Hua Yu's face.
Hearing this, Hua Yu laughed.
There was nothing wrong with his eyes; the black cloth covering them, which forced him to rely solely on his hearing, was simply a way to control his power.
Hua Yu reached behind her head and pulled, and a gust of wind rose, causing the piece of black satin to float away.
He slowly opened his eyes, those eyes that seemed to hold the stars and the sea, gazing quietly into the distance, as if ready to set sail at any moment.
(End of this chapter)