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The Patchwork Alchemist
Chapter 7 A Reality Check

Chapter 7 A Reality Check

The burial stone slid across entirely exposing a carved out opening on the side of the hill. Rays of sunlight peered into the cave, illuminating a green skinned handsome figure wearing a martial robe. The eyes of the young-looking man were beautiful with a pair of black irises that glowed with a halo of blue upon reflecting the sun’s rays.

“Wow! I can finally stretch my limbs once more,” The handsome stranger said while stretching himself out.

“I do hope not a lot of time has gone by. Otherwise, I would be unable to retrace my steps back home.” The strange handsome goblin said once more looking around trying to recalibrate his way.

“North it is.” He said as he took off, kicking the ground so hard that he lifted the dirt off the ground leaving for the skies. The huge boulder on the other hand rolled back by itself to its initial position and closed shut. The hill returned to its quiet serene environment once more.

Gumir was moving through the forest, fast. He was two or three heads taller than his previous self so the bushes and grasses that once blocked his view and hindered his movement previously now gave way to him as he pushed through. He loved the feeling of the wind as it moved across his face. He had chosen to expose his chest and so he tied the upper part of his martial robe around his waist.

He enjoyed his new body and all he could feel was gratitude not only to his master but to his great master. As compared to his previous weak self, now he could feel everything and his power that existed within felt like it was constantly growing the more he felt exhausted.

The chosen prey was a prairie deer. The poor thing had been running for its life for almost an hour now. It was tired and it was decelerating quickly. There was no doubt that it would come to a halt in a few minutes.

Gumir was toying with it not because he wanted it but only because he wanted to familiarize himself with his new body. At first, he did not know how to regulate his power and to apply his strength while running and such. So, after killing the first prey with only one punch. A blow straight through the ribs of the poor creature, his master had ordered him to hunt another to try get accustomed to his body more and more.

Now he had a good measure about what kind of strength he had in his body. It was time to end the hunt.

Seeing as how he had also spent a lot of time chasing the deer, he had a feeling that he had gone out of his master’s perception range. His master was probably waiting for him by the checkpoint where his first kill had taken place.

So, he had to figure out the route back home. The Bleak Fang tribe was located where the sun rose from. Thinking like this, Gumir took to his heels once more, this time even faster than he moved while chasing the deer. He had to act fast before his master could find him out.

Moving through the woodlands, as quickly as he could, he suddenly started to feel a sense of unease all around him.

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‘Was it the Mana?’

He had a feeling since his perception of Mana had improved by leaps and bounds that what he was feeling was a stirring of Mana in the air.

Suddenly he felt the ground displace itself beneath his feet. He jumped away to avoid the disturbance, stumbling towards an adjacent bush. He looked around him then looked up, searching for the threat. Although he had a good feeling about who that threat was from, he still hoped it was not who he believed it was. As if to answer his doubts a voice spoke.

“I think that is enough hunting for today.” Zalthus appeared from the direction he had come from floating up high in the air.

Gumir was vexed. It seems his plans were all pointless after all. He would try pleading with him then if his master was not going to allow him his escape.

“Master, you must allow me to visit the tribe. I need to show the elder council that I am now better. I am not weak anymore. I can rejoin the Tribe once more master.”

The Goblin managed to utter holding the contempt for himself on failing to escape from his master.

The Goblin looked at his master, determination written all over his face, as he stared at his master and awaited his response. After all he knew he could not escape from him.

There was a momentary silence before Zalthus started.

“Runt,” His voice was low yet stern.

“Who do you think you are?” A peculiar vexation could be felt from Zalthus’ voice while uttering the words.

“M-Master I..I…” Gumir tried to say something before he was cut short by Zalthus’ furious proclamation.

“Silence! Runt!”

“You know nothing yet. Not that I can blame you,”

“The tribe, Bleak Fang, was it?” Gumir nodded to the question posed, shrinking back from his master’s clear display of rage.

“That is no longer your home, young goblin. From the moment you met me and accepted to become an apprentice under me, then and there, you became a part of the Profound lineage of the Hashanah Discipleship.”

“You belong to the sect now. With the Sect head as my master and with you as his greatest works that he has ever actualized into being.”

“So little goblin, you are not a Bleak Fang goblin anymore. Forget it, forget them. You are now a Hashanah goblin, disciple to Zalthus Hashanah and grand disciple to Alizer Hashanah. Your home your work, your creed and your fate are now tied to the Hashanah clan.”

“This is true whether you like it or not.” He said with a matter-of-fact tone.

“From now on you have to live your life in service to yourself and in service to the Hashanah sect.”

Zalthus breathed in and felt his nerves calm down.

“That being said, follow me back to the crypt we need to start on your re-education. Bring the Hunt with you.”

He flew back having left those words hanging in the air.

The Goblin felt like his world was spinning with all the information and reality check he had just received. He pushed himself up to his feet and like a robot walked back to the carcass, picked it up and made his way towards the crypt following his master.

What his master had said threw him into deep thought. Thoughts like he had never had before.

‘Hashanah goblin’

It was true that all that he had become, he owes to his master and to the great master. Although he had no doubt that the tribe would not refuse to take him in, it was also true that the more he spent with his new self the more he felt strange. A feeling unlike before when he was pure goblin. He had to seek answers and learn more about himself and his master’s heritage. He had to discover his new body.

‘ Gumir Hashanah’

Just what was this Hashanah sect. What was his life going to turn to? Was he ever going to see his tribe ever again?

The Goblin was lost in thought as he walked back to the crypt. He did not know what awaited him but he sure as hell needed answers. He was going to find it all. He needed to know more.

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