The Supreme Fire System
Moran and La'o...

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The next day....

As promised, Flyn was finally reunited with Harold in his private room. Flyn recounted the problem that Zefier had experienced at Zefier's command.

Hearing that story, Harold looked surprised. He reminisced about his past while still a subordinate of Zefier's father. His eyes were watering as he received an object from Flyn.

"Dad, what's wrong?!" Falmes, who had just arrived, was confused to see his father kneeling before Flyn in tears. His father was holding a star-shaped plaque.

"... What happened to my father. What are you doing!" Shouted Falmes to Flyn. Even though Flyn had helped save his life, Falmes did not feel like an indebted person.

"Shut up!" Jerk Harold suddenly.

Falmes surprised. He intended to care, but instead got an unprecedented anger.

"Dad...."

"Shut up...!"

Seeing his father's anger, Falmes was powerless to continue and eventually fell silent in a thousand languages.

"Is it true what you just said...?" Harold asked in a low voice, after feeling calmer.

Flyn nodded. As per Zefier's message, he only needed to answer according to what he knew.

"If the head of Zavion and all his people are dead, then what about the young master Zepher, what about his life and where he lives?!" A lot of what Harold wanted to ask, but he was more worried about Zephier, the son of the chairman of Zion.

Surely Harold knew Zefier on a visit to meet his father Zavion. Zefier was one year old, exactly a year before Falmes was born. Even though his arrival was only as a relief of longing, but all was still fresh in memory. Especially about their glorious times that were full of memories.

According to Harold, the relationship between him and the head of Zavon should remain secret. It was the promise and determination they made to save this world and themselves from the people of the fifth world.

Only, he did not expect it to turn out that Zefier knew their identity. Whether or not the chairman of Zavion told him, he also did not want to comment.

"For one purpose, the master wants to gather strength. I can't tell you, for that, I'm asking you to let this young man come with the master." Pinta Flyn, for Harold to allow Falmes.

Since the sentence was clearly aimed at him, Falmes became hopeful in dismay. He had intended to provoke his father in order for Flyn to be forcibly expelled. But in fact, his father even looked submissive and even scolded him.

"If that's what young master wants, I don't mind handing him over. Think of this as my last act of devotion to the head of Zavion. I do not want to be considered a subordinate who does not know himself. Moreover, thanks to him we can live quietly until now." Obviously Harold was at length.

Hearing that, Falmes was completely shocked. As a child, he did not expect his father to let him just like that. He has always been a talented and proud child.

"Dad.... Why would you just agree to it?" Falmes was silent. Still dare not make a sound.

"But on one condition...." Harold seemed to be proposing something.

"Say..."

"I want you to show your true strength.... It's not that I'm not willing, but if your abilities don't meet my expectations, I certainly won't calm down. At least, in the meantime Falmes will be fine until he can become a strong man, one day." Harold.

Flyn actually wanted to reject those terms. However, given that it was for matters to be settled, he finally agreed.

"Are you sure...?! Fearfully, everything here won't be okay." Flyn tried to remind me. He knew, no one in the scope of the college was able to withstand the pressure it generated later.

"At least, you know my limits. I won't demand anything if anything happens."

"Good! Then get ready...!"

THE BUZZZ!

It was only a few seconds, but the aura that Flyn unleashed was like a disaster that struck the eastern star college.

No one within the scope of the college was able to withstand the aura pressure from that energy. Only Harold himself remained unconscious, even with a worrying condition. Clearly, his expression seemed to be looking and facing the angel of death.

His eyes stared at the unconscious Falmes next to him. Although their realm is in the same level, experience remains a determinant of one's ability.

"Ba-How did you get to this level?! Are you also the one who trained young master Zefier?" Harold asked in a heavy voice. He did not believe in the power that only the people from his home world used to have.

"I hope this is enough to prove that your son will be okay." Flyn said, not answering Harold's question.

"Ah, yes... Of course this is more than enough."

"In that case, I'll take him right now."

".... And lastly, master send a message, if one time east star college there is a constraint, do not hesitate to tell it." After delivering the message, Flyn instantly lifted Falmes drooping body.

Harold was about to hold him off to leave tomorrow, but Flyn did not want to delay any longer and made Zefier wait. And before his departure, he left behind two large Zel bags, a wide variety of pills as well as several boxes of high-quality medicinal ingredients.

"Ci-Recoration ring?!" Harold exclaimed, startled as he saw the items coming out of the ring that was on Flyn's finger. He had indeed had a ring like storage before, but in this world, he had never even heard anyone talk about the ring.

"It's just an eye injury from Master. Hopefully it can help your economy a little bit." Flyn did not respond to Harold's shock and simply left him.

"Thank you, young master Zefier." Said Harold without examining the contents of the gift.

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Back to Zefier's training ground....

Three young men finally returned from the forest. Their bodies were covered in many wounds, yet they appeared to be carrying many hunted beasts.

"Pay...! You don't break promises!" La'o keeps pushing, not willing to cheat Moran.

"It was just a coincidence, how could it be counted as an outcome?" Reply Moran.

"But, still my guess is correct!" la'o said not to accept.

"Neber came not because he wanted to, but because he was being chased by this horde of red wolves." Moran tried to make a defense and a justification.

It appears that dozens of red wolf bodies are being tied up and knitted into one. I don't know how many kilos they pulled the red wolf that was still drained of fresh blood.

Next to him, Neber was toting a storm deer. So happy with the catch, the whistling never even stopped even since they decided to return.

Yes, while Moran and La'o were busy making bets, Neber suddenly passed in front of them while chasing the storm deer. But it turns out that Neber is not only alone with the deer, but is being chased by an entourage of blood wolves.

Because they could not run as fast as Neber, they decided to fight the wolves, and Neber left them.

The battle with the red wolf was their first experience. If you look at the breed, it is not a wolf. The name was pinned because in his eyes it always lit red flames. That is, the wolf had already mastered the fire ability that even had an energy core.

"Anyways, I don't accept this cheating. I'll report it to young master Zefier." It's like La'o."

"Report it! What, young master would respond to someone like you?" Moran said, not afraid at all.

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