Sect Life

Early in the morning of the next day. The sunrise was already illuminating the ground and giving the ordinary people a wake up call that they, indeed, have joined a cultivator organization!

As for Ciemnosc, he simply sat up on his bed and looked around, the image of his 'room' now visible to the naked eye as he evaluated it. The door to the little cave was on the 'lower' left corner of the room, and barely entering it, one could see a chair on their left and a stool right in front between the entrance and the bed, which had its lower end eastwards from the entrance.

Then, between the little space that was already quite small within the cave but comfortable, a small, square shaped praying mat was on the floor. As for the floor and walls of the little cave, it had to be said that though the interiors were ‘okay’, they had wooden support and flooring, not just letting the artificial rock become their one and only image within their room.

Besides, the air that came from the outside, under the door was more than enough to let the cold of the little cave slip out. While there seemed to be purposely left open holes in every few corners of the little cave connecting to the ground. So one wouldn’t die of asphyxiation if one was an ordinary person in just a couple of minutes should any evildoer or catastrophe strike them.

At least the bed and wooden supports, and flooring were nice to look at, and they weren’t without maintenance. It seemed. Feeling that it was ‘early’ enough, Ciemnosc then stood up from his bed and strode out of his little cave. The moment he stepped out, Cristan the neighbor also came out with a cute girl held by his right hand, her hair a mess, and her right tit out.

“...” Ciemnosc directly smelled the scent of bodies having not only gotten at it for…many minutes but also, and even more so was the scent of 2 bodies, naked, remaining together for many hours, simply laying on top of each other or so. While for Cristan, on the other hand, it was like a scent of victors as he looked at Ciemnosc with a pair of smug eyes, grabbing that exposed tit and hiding it under her blouse as if that was cool enough to be the manly man of the group.

“Attention everybody!” An elder’s voice sounded out as a man with very short brown hair stepped towards their dorms, a few more of such could be seen walking into the other dorms in the distance. “First of all, inner disciples cannot sleep outside of the sect or their rooms for more than 4 days in a row. If it happens, you will be investigated and possibly expelled.”

The elder looked at the pair of naughty teenagers and a few more in Ciemnosc’s group of inner disciples. He then looked at Ciemnosc for an extra second before raising his voice once again, his strength being at the 3rd stage of the Spiritual Condensation Realm. “Next, you are free to move around as you wish and try to learn as much as you can. You will have from 1 month to half a year before being called to the grand hall of the Arielende Sect where your occupation will be cleared up.”

“Lastly,” the elder walked closer to the newest inner disciples recruited, those being Ciemnosc’s group. “Every inner disciple is to have a vocation of their own. You can choose to teach others cultivation and even how to cultivate if you’re interested in that. Study plants, herbs and even seeds as well; or animals, insects, and even Creatures. With those, you can either choose to do detailed, simple investigation, and learning-teaching courses. Or you can go as far as you can with your own methods and intelligence.”

“You can also choose to join the Craftsmanship path, be it a creator of weaponry, armory, or tools; it will be up to you, and you can pick as many as you possibly can. But you must have participated in at least one of them by the end of this month at the very least. And if you fail even just one, you will be demoted to an outer disciple of the sect!”

“Is there anything that you would like to know? No? Good.” The elder then said at the final moments, semi running away from attending to these kids any further than already, but then heard a little boy’s steps and subsequently the cutest and sweetest of voices. “Wait, elder! I do have a question, aah!”

“Hmph,” Cristan could only put on a derisive face and harrumph at the little fool about to get his beating. While the cute girl at his side only watched at Ciemnosc while wondering why her beauty didn’t work against such a little, ignorant handsome fella.

“Ye- oh, you are Ciemnosc, isn’t that right?” The elder, of course, was grumpy to hear someone dare to interrupt his escape. But seeing the slightly pale skin and those eyes and noticing a true, and actual devilishly charming look on such a small person, he had a change in his expression and directly called out still strictly but also softly now.

“Yes, respected elder. I wanted to ask, eh…” Ciemnosc put his hands behind his back, and his right toe began digging into the solid semi desert soil, “Where are the bathrooms? Also, can I ask the several Senior Brothers or Sisters to help me go through all the possible vocations? I…kinda want to know- no, to try them all.”

“Ehe…” Ciemnosc awkwardly let out a small, deformed smile from his slight lips, making the elder blink at this boy’s innocence, knowing there was a long time before he grew up mentally. As such, the elder sighed, placed his right hand that was under his robes on top of Ciemnosc’s head, and ruffled his hair before sighing and then speaking softly. “Sigh…alright. Loro did tell me you were angst and prone to want to learn many things. I’ll let the Petitions Halls know of your necessities.”

“As for the bathrooms, there is a center for such necessities at the utmost western side of each dormitory.” The elder stopped ruffling Ciemnosc’s hair and spoke, this time, more towards everyone with a nod as well as with his strictness disappearing.

Crr-tap, step step step.

With that, the elder began walking away, leaving Ciemnosc behind to wonder on his own. Once the elder went farther away, most people in Ciemnosc’s dorm chatted for a bit. Some then went back into their little caves and some others stayed to chat or went away, possibly to either do their vocation thingie or train; perhaps.

Step, step.

Ciemnosc moved towards the west in his dormitory, the sand on the ground reminding him of a little bit of home, but the place and his surroundings naturally reminded him that he was not only far away from that home but was in fact without a home now.

Curiously walking around his dormitory, Ciemnosc studied the infrastructure of what could barely be considered dorms indeed, ‘Though it works, though the little caves are fresh enough even in the day and cold, though it isn’t smelling bad at all… Compared to the poor houses and stores in the Warmlord City streets were much better built and designed than any of these.’

While he looked around, his ‘awareness’ remained unnoticed by even a few elders that were here and there. Ciemnosc finally arrived at a place where it clearly said that not to dig down, unless one wanted to die in the very worst way possible, for real. As such, and with his mentality ready, Ciemnosc used his awareness to take a look at the system for bathrooms…

‘...phew…that was hard.’ A few minutes later, Ciemnosc opened his eyes! Both in disgust and ‘enlightenment’ of a little boy finally knowing a thing or two from just ‘looking’ around.

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What he saw was simple yet witty, every time one shat or peed in the bathrooms’ toilets, the thingies would be moved 20 meters below before being directly distributed towards one sole place, and merely using the extremes of his 80 meters of ‘awareness’ in the surface, Ciemnosc could see that a little farm was starting.

Of course, due to being far away from the farm, it appeared little, but with his naked eyesight and climbing over a little cave, Ciemnosc could see a much larger farm than he thought, and the contents of such weren’t ordinary crops…they could only be cultivation crops!

After getting down the unknown inner disciple’s little cave, Ciemnosc went towards the ‘free areas’ of the sect, where anyone could enter, even a servant, as long as they had an errand or accompanied someone.

Walking through, he saw a few dozen in each section at the moment of the day, which was very early in the morning. Some had plants, herbs, flowers, and even mere stems in their hands; some with wide open eyes, tasting them and others with frowns while someone supervised them as if taking a test.

In another section, many were around living animals, and pets and even studying the most simple of insects and their livelihood, ants. Others were dissecting a few small animals, with some of them being of the Spiritual Ligament Realm, while others were directly experimenting on raw meat, bones, and organs of such.

In the most populated one so far, which was the one where cultivation or the way to become a cultivator was teached there were so many students but too few teachers. It gave Ciemnosc the light needed to join and try his luck on being a 10 year old, little teacher.

Then, there were the smiths, who were trying their best to create daggers and other smaller weapons, even arrows as well as gauntlets and boots, while those going for the creation of pants or torsos were together in groups of at least 7; all working hard to cooperate and not mess things up.

There were much fewer from those trying to create tools, either by simple artisanry, smithing, or doing just both of them and even at the same time, which was considerably harder than doing only one of them as even the simple artisanry needed of small fragments made by smiths and knowledge from flora and fauna alike.

All in all, it seemed that though the Arielende Sect was pretty cheap, shabby, and just meh; the integrity of the sect, at the very least, was being built and consolidated without a hindrance of dissatisfaction or disorder. It was hella neat, in short; in hell.

‘Time to become a blade master, I guess.’ Thought Ciemnosc, directly moving back towards his little cave to pick up his collection of treasures. When he arrived nearby though, he witnessed Cristan trying to open up his door with light, hard, long, short, and varied tugs at the door’s sides. There wasn’t any passerby around since it was midday, and many were either busy eating or on their own stuff, so only he and Ciemnosc remained in the dorms outside their little caves.

“...” Ciemnosc stood behind Cristan, the latter bending his back unhealthily, as if asking to be given some, while furiously planting his left cheek on the door, trying and trying but not being able to. Just as Ciemnosc wanted to say an ‘ahem’, he became interested in seeing the flow of Power Energy on others, so he maintained his silence, quietly observing the fool Cristan.

“Eegh…! Dammit, just- just a little more! I know it… Aggh! Fuck, more more… Aaaauugh!” Meanwhile, for minutes straight, Cristan kept on wheezing and moaning like a beautiful butterfly, his shouts and little sounds not distracting Ciemnosc though, as his eyes were already peacefully closed and he looked mighty cute; but his ‘awareness’ was already imagining many other, different situations and scenarios where even other people would use their flowing Power Energy for many different reasons and under many different states.

“Aaaaaah!!!” Suddenly, and finally, Cristan turned around, revealing shock, humiliation, and covering his chest in a cross when he gave up at last and got to see a ‘sleeping’ Ciemnosc just 3 meters behind his exposed vulnerable butt. Instantly, Cristan felt the pain of being naïve and being so exposed…so this was what his girlfriends felt when he nude them? Damn…

‘Eh? Is he asleep? Did he stand there for a long time? No, I would’ve seen him. Did he watch me do this all this long? For how long?!’ Cristan was thinking furiously, with sweat finally dropping down his face. Since he was a cultivator with quite some strength, much more than any strongest ordinary person. He was only capable of sweating like this because of fear and from the scare.

Of course, to him, it was because he was unprepared and someone wanted to rape him, and also because he could’ve been murdered right after for sure.

“Ah, sorry. I was sleeping, can you move? I don’t want to invite you in, thank you.” The sun was still up, and Ciemnosc had a reputation to grow, but before he could get a reputation, he had to at least gain the base for building that reputation. As such, he wanted not to waste any more time if needed, walking directly towards his door - making Cristan step away fidgety only to end up with his head against someone’s bosom.

“Ah, Little Ciemnosc. I noticed you only walked around, so I prepared you something to eat. Would you like some?” The cute girl from before said, her eyes semi closed and her lips smiling slightly. Ciemnosc looked at her and her brown, curly hair and gave her +1 point for being nice before stepping towards her and grabbing the plate with a nice piece of meat on it.

When he took the plate with his left hand, his right hand aimed at the ground, and his 3 fingers: index, middle, and ring finger were crooked to the sky while maintaining the same position. The moment he did. The cute girl’s lower belly clenched, and her pants wettened a bit. She looked up and noticed Ciemnosc giving her a wink with his right eye before taking the plate and walking into his little cave.

‘What a good technique and advice!’ Though the cute girl, itching to try that in a few minutes, but seeing as Ciemnosc was about to disappear, she lifted her right hand towards him and waved it while shouting. “Ah! My name is Parpa! Please remember it, we are neighbors. After all, we gotta look after each other!”

“Mmh, okay- nom nom, it’s good, thanks.” Ciemnosc stopped in his steps, bent backwards to look out of his little cave, and said to the cute girl, making her smile contentedly at her food being liked, before closing the door to his little cave. As for Cristan, he was too busy looking at Ciemnosc’s ‘cheeky’ and ‘arrogant’ self to notice her girlfriend getting dominated with just a single movement of his hand; in his eyes, Ciemnosc just tried to ‘wave’ at her in a strange manner.

“Mmm, I brought some snacks too, should we- buuwubwu…” Before Parpa could speak anymore, the snacks that were bars of some candy were pulled under her blouse, where her small growing tits were soon to be larger and larger under his hands…and training. Being kissed lasciviously, the cute girl was dragged to the bad boyfriend that wanted to share his girl around’s - the cave; not resisting one bit, she went in with her body already melting.

Meanwhile, Ciemnosc was on his bed with one of the cases he brought open, with his remaining bag of Inferior grade Powerful Stones opened. Only 37 of such remained as he held a top-notch ordinary sword in his right hand. A small piece of meat in his left hand remains while a huge chunk of the very same piece of meat is easily made into paste in his mouth.

Van~~, vwan~...

Balancing the sword in his right hand, Ciemnosc was thinking about how to begin his training to hide his unique capabilities. Having the innate ability to create little ‘claws’ around his fingertips was never before seen, which could be deduced from the books that Ciemnosc read. There were mentions of Arts and techniques, but all of those required for one to be able to send their Power Energy out; unrestrained.

Even though Ciemnosc could send his Power Energy out of his body, and even for several meters, it was like nothing compared to in the books where the people in them are way more capable than him in such regards; for starters, he couldn’t use his Power Energy in a lethal manner, only when it was attached to his body, like those tiny claws he could make out of nowhere and without the need of knowing anything about a technique or so.

While holding the swords in his hand, Ciemnosc stood up after putting the last bit of meat into his mouth. Taking a firm stance with his arms lowered and shoulders looking broad as natural as they genuinely are. But then…

Crack- shhuu…

Looking down at the sword’s handle in his right hand, Ciemnosc noticed it had turned directly into dust; directly. Furthermore, as the blade started to have more and more cracks, they weren’t slowly making their way from the part that connected the blade to the handle but they were instead appearing instantly as if they have been there since long ago.

However, Ciemnosc knew that he wasn’t scammed by ‘Father’ Lyono, instead, he was aware that his simple ‘slightly stronger’ than a fully relaxed grip on the handle was the cause of why the entire blade was now breaking on its own…

‘Sigh… … …’ The sigh in his mind went on and on for a long while. It was only when the pieces of the broken blade met the ground that Ciemnosc picked another one and then went out of his little cave. Closing the door behind him and bringing one of the cases full of top-notch swords with one Mortal grade amongst them, Ciemnosc was walking past Cristan’s little cave when he heard some stuff.

“Aaah! Aaa! Yes, like- there, just right there! Grab harder, aaaaah! Fuck my ass harder! AAAAH!”

Ciemnosc: Ψ( ｀▽´ )Ψ

Step, step, step…

In high spirits, Ciemnosc began walking away and moved his not actually small at all feet towards the training grounds, where half a thousand people were training at all times of the day and even during the night.

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