Supreme Weapon Spirit: Legend of Maha

Author: LazyCreepyUncle

Chapter 4 - Self-Proclaimed Hero

Was this the answer about living that Maha seemed? This wasn't right. These people were on the brink of death. They were captured from their homes and then enslaved. They were also people who lived in this city before the Burger King, King of Humans in the Furgeas region, decided to close all business here and force people into the mines. The warden used to be trained ogres, but after the work force was eaten away, or ran away, the Burger King made a human with slave collars in charge.

The oppressive atmosphere was too much for Maha, it was like a disaster area of its own. Curious about what goes on inside, Maha wandered inside the cave.

“Halt! What is your number!” Maha got extremely confused.

“Not saying huh? No matter you can tell me after you get shocked for a while in front of your family and friends. Maybe they will join you up there.”

Power sealing cuffs were placed on Maha’s wrist. Confused, Maha didn't resist. He wasn't even sure of what just happened. A man holding a remote with a dark officer uniform can, then cuffed him after asking for his number.

“Quite obedient now aren't ya? Well that won't change your fate. Rejoice, you aren't going to die alone. Now get moving…”

New slaves came in every day, slave that wouldn't say their slave number was common. The warden only needed to make an example out of them. They rest would obey soon after. Slave collars were symbolic. It was a magic tattoo that would be imprinted onto the hearts of the slaves. Unless they found a new heart for themselves, they would be stuck as a slave for life.

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Maha was prodded into a cage that was left at the side of  a wooden lectern. In the cage, other people were looking desolate like the world was ending and they couldn't escape.

“Fuck! They don't even spare children!? They need to die! I will kill them all today, little boy you have my promise. Why don't you tell me your name and where you're from?”

Maha looked up and saw the man who was cursing the warden. “I am Maha. I came from a rock.”

“My name is Aran, and I plan to become the hero of liberality! I am son of the leader eagle of the blessed land!”

Maha looked at Aran and his bold claim. “...what’s a blessed land?”

“...you're messing with me right? Right!? That was a joke right?! How long have you been trapped here to not know about blessed lands!?! Oh the inhumanity!!! We must purge this land from the evil Burger King, or its people may know no peace.”

Maha was dumbfounded at Aran’s rage. “You didn't answer my question though, what's a blessed land?”

“Huff….huff….huff…*inhale* a blessed land is a land where a holy weapon from the heavens dropped down. The holy aura from the weapons saturated into the ground and all living beings in within a 1000 miles. The farms there always have bountiful harvests, and animals always birth quadruplets if not more. The overflow of food is just the start of it…. and then the king of the place …. He ordained that in the holy lands there would be no war…. they kicked out the vile burger nobles…… fricking pisses me off!!!”

The holy lands were abundant in food and resources. For warriors, there were holy veins in the earth that constantly released holy power into the atmosphere as if the vein were connected to the heavens itself.

The veins were used on many occasions to summon heroes, on a whim. The act of doing so is now illegal and got the Burger nobles kicked out from the land of liberality.

The blessed lands were a perfect place for training, living, or anything with or without a goal. Cursed lands, however were a place with dangers and rewards. The cursed lands could essentially be called dungeons as that what they pretty much were. Although it was well known that 7 of both exist in the world, only 4 of each have been found. 1 of each in the clouds, earth, water, and surface. The rest are in places unknown as of yet.

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“You got that? Liberality is the holy land of generosity, a land noble in thought and action.” Aran proclaimed proudly.”don't worry, as soon as I wreck this place, I'll take you to see the blessed lands. You can join me on my journey! I, hero Aran, will allow it. I will become a legend, and you can be my best pal, just as long as you don't backstab me in the end.”

Maha didn't realize it before, but Aran was 10 year old kid who showed his excitement when it came to the idea that he will be the hero. Seeing Aran’s eyes light up like that made Maha want Aran’s dreams to come true.

Arab had an atmosphere about him. Childish, but also full of confidence and hope. Arab would become a hero. That's what he promised, and what he ensures will happen.