Oblivion's Heir: Rise of the Sovereign - Chapter 39: Exiled(2)

Chapter 39: Exiled(2)

Ren emerged out of the not-so-narrow pathway and arrived at the players’ training area.

He didn’t look up, uncaring about whatever the players thought about him. And it wasn’t like everyone’s focus was only fixed on his situation. There were many who only worried about themselves.

The place was truly filled with all kinds of people.

Some pitied him, thinking he couldn’t control himself, as it wasn’t uncommon for them to relieve themselves in exchange for providing a half-eaten meal.

While a few regarded him with a hint of contempt. These people, despite being from Earth, never took advantage of the other women, but it wasn’t like they also gave those women free food. They were narcissists to their core.

This bunch of players knew that food shortage would also occur sooner or later, the only way they could eat such lavish meals was due to a guy who got the cooking class after crossing level twenty, allowing him to make lavish food with the drops from the vermyrex.

But this fact wasn’t revealed to everyone.

Ren now didn’t even care about this citadel. He was spared, so he wouldn’t care to associate himself with this place in the future, if either he or the citadel could survive for that long.

’But I would still need to search for food.’ This was the thing that kept bugging him, and immediately, he recalled the living conditions of the players.

Ren had his own guesses about where they got enough food from. The most likely source was food made from the drops of vermyrexs.

’Wait, what about the drops from vermins?’ Ren thought all of a sudden and only now did he realize he had missed a very important point.

As he crossed the narrow passageway, his thoughts raced and he began to think of every possible scenario.

Why? Because it was related to food, which he would need to think about after being driven out of here.

’Have they rummaged through all of the houses? I hope not.’ Clearly, even if he knew how they prepared the meals, he was sure he alone wouldn’t be enough to make it.

He kept his pace, completely oblivious to the vicious stares of the awakeners and the normal survivors alike, Evan and Selene moved out of the horde of these people and halted him.

“Move.” It wasn’t Ren who said it.

The guard who kept following him along the way uttered only one word, his gaze piercing through the narrow slit of his helmet.

Evan halted, hesitation visible on his face but before the thought of backing away could form in his mind, Selene gave him a slight nudge from behind.

“Alright, alright,” muttering, he advanced forward while acting as if he didn’t hear the guard’s words.

The man in the armor wasn’t one to differentiate or give face to others, he was a guard trained for years under his captain’s orders.

Ren woke up from his stupor and, realising what had happened, stopped the guard.

“What is it? Speak fast.” Ren kept a cold look on his face.

He didn’t want the others to associate Evan and Selene with him or let them face discrimination or anything of the sort because of him. Evan took in Ren’s gaze without flinching, stepped closer, and spoke a single sentence.

“Be cautious of the third faction out there.”

Evan trusted Ren despite the blame on him, the reason being a secret he couldn’t tell the others.

Before Ren could ask what he meant, the guard interrupted.

“Be quick.”

Nodding, Ren took Evan’s caution seriously, knowing he wasn’t the guy to caution others based on rumors alone.

Selene stepped forward, and unlike Evan, she spoke in his ear, and the words that left her mouth were even less than Evan’s, yet they carried a lot of emotion.

“Hold in there, we will meet soon.” Selene didn’t glance back at him and blended into the crowd after speaking.

She herself didn’t know why she had said that. How could she know that they would meet again?

Lina and Ronan stayed back in the living quarters as they didn’t want to associate themselves with Ren directly, not knowing that Evan and Selene had already conversed with him in front of everyone.

Meanwhile, Caleb wanted to say a few last words, knowing this could probably be the last time they met with each other as humans wete just a piece of meat for those creatures rosming the city. But he was held back by Ronan.

Calen tried to argue, but a line from Ronan that he spoke on the spur of the moment—”you will only make things harder for us as a cripple”—shut him down completely.

And all this time, only one person had a self-satisfied smirk together with a thinly veiled disdain on his face.

The streak of the evening sunlight fell on Ren’s face, giving his figure a melancholy vibe as he walked out of the citadel.

Brett stared at his disappearing silhouette and felt a surge of satisfaction blooming inside him as if his pettiness wasn’t the reason this had occurred.

While Luna stayed back in the quarters of the elite awakeners that stood right beside the living chambers of the others.

She still remembered Derek’s message that he had conveyed through a tiny piece of shadow.

’Agree to my words or lose your brother.’ She had wanted to deny it, scream at him despite her still-hurting vocal cord due to the gash in her neck, but rationality had allowed her to survive all this time, and the fear of losing her brother on top of that made her yield to Derek’s threat.

“Don’t worry brother, I will not let anything happen to you..” Her head dropped into her crossed arms as she sat against the wall, her broken sobs lingering in the completely empty chamber.

Elsewhere, Derek, the perpetrator of this whole situation sat fully naked inside a huge, intricately crafted tub of water.

“Hahahaha, what an idiot she was. Not knowing that the brother she did all this for was the one who sold her out in the first place. I can’t wait to taste you, but it seems like I’ll have to plan it for another day.”

His laugh filled the bathing room as he mocked Luna’s stupidity and ignorance.

While Ren was being thrown out of the citadel not knowing someone, or something far more dangerous had noticed him long ago.