Broken Sword's
Ch. 36: Three Years Passed

Baramun who made sure Fang was properly taken care of returned to his own room right next to Fang's room. Touching the horn that grew to six or seven centimeters, Baramun became unsure about Fang promising to grow his horn.

The first week that Fang brought to the demon territory, some elders slightly refused but Kuro was the real leader. Even if there was a voice of rejection as long as Kuro agreed, all negative voices would disappear .

One year four months. Fang was in a coma for that long and no one knew when the child woke up. Kuro is also not just giving free help. Debts will be counted.

The longer Fang stayed here the higher the amount of debt Fang had to pay.

Baramun had no idea what Kuro wanted from Fang. Eleven or twelve years old, what can he give? Fang also had no fighting talent or magic.

Unwilling to think too long and deeply, Baramun chose to meditate and speed up his level.

Baramun forgot one thing. He did not know the reason for the four stones Fang collected!

***

Glad that the color of his divine root on the once green dentian was now red after training and performing many pill refining, he said, Fang, who had also tried the results of the pill himself, was now extremely grateful to the power of the four stones!

All the pills that failed to be made did not injure him but further strengthened the foundation of training. From that failure, the refined pill would result from the most perfect process.

No side effects at all! Though witches who do work as pill purifiers cannot possibly produce perfect pills. There will still be a percentage shortage.

For example, the bone strengthening pill that Fang first made. The most famous drugstores alone only had bone-strengthening pills that were potentially 80%. There are 20% side effects that allow users to experience damage to the body.

The side effects of the pills used are also varied. Some are just limp and worst destroy the blood vessels of the brain and make a death in the near future. It depends on the level of the pill itself. The higher the level, the more dangerous the side effects.

In countless numbers, Fang could not remember already swallowing how many pills. He did not experience any symptoms of side effects, hence it was assumed that all the exercises in the dimensional world had made him produce the best pills!

Now that he had the red divine root, Fang was able to access the consciousness or memory of the predecessors who created the dream dimension from the four stones.

There had been two people before Fang who had successfully completed all the exercises here. Thousands of years ago, a man without science who was too stupid and unable to distinguish hard objects and real food was trapped in a dream world. Perhaps the saying goes, fools are always spared from doom. The first man who just swirled around without getting bored even faster changed the color of the divine root from yellow to green than Fang.

Fang, who thought that many people had changed their destiny by swallowing four cold sweaty stones. If he were to despair, wouldn't he be a failure and be stuck for death?!

***

Year three since Fang's coma.

Baramun who still expects his horn to grow quickly will measure using a rope.

The waiter who was carrying water in the hallway screamed in shock. Kuro's black sword somehow darted and nearly pierced through his body.

"Geez!"

Baramun came out of the room when he heard the noise and the humming reflex. Kuro's black sword almost stuck into his neck!

Kuro who practiced swordsmanship, was originally riding on a horse and slashing the target board. But the sword he created from the new black result killed the heavenly beast regardless of hand.

Instead of falling to the ground, the sword shot out in one direction. Kuro chased but still lost quickly.

Entering Baramun's residence, Kuro who wanted to remind Baramun to be wary of seeing his own sword piercing through Fang's room door.

"My king." Baramun greeted Kuro.

"The sword may have had consciousness and chosen its master." Kuro who exhausted his resources and energy found the sword he created lying beside Fang's body.

Baramun has an awkward face. "It's.."

Kuro waved. "The boy owes me, add it again." It was impossible to force a conscious sword to submit after choosing its master, Kuro waltzed away.