Dawn Of Legend:Rise Of An Extra

Chapter 272 272:

272 Chapter 272:

CLANG!CLANG!CLANG

In a dark underground cave, a man sat on a rock with his eyes closed.

Thousand rays of white strings extended from his body joining with the bodies of puppets that fought one another.

"Melvin, what you lack is awareness of your surroundings. A puppeteer by himself is nothing but a weak human who once he comes to the limelight, is already at the mercy of others." A cold voice echoed in the space.

"Even if you have inhuman perception while being engrossed you can't be mindful of your surroundings but your puppets can. Try to look through their vision. It's not about controlling everything but rather letting your puppets do their bid while you observe and make plans for another thing."

"Controlling every action of theirs is taxing and a waste of energy so you need to connect your subconscious with them and make them act as your clone, an exact representation of yours."

Melvin listened to his Master's words carefully and slowly guided his conscience into the puppet.

It was odd as he felt as if the puppet had become a part of his own body. Like an organ that was working on its own.

As Melvin emerged into that miraculous feeling, beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Kid, snap out."

Melvin opened his eyes suddenly due to his master's call and felt a huge throbbing pain in his head making him groan aloud.

"ARGHHHH!"

Melvin held his head and slouched down.

"What was that?" Melvin asked as his Master walked towards him.

Han Smith, who was alone with one of the renowned puppet masters, scratched his head.

"I forgot to tell you that if you keep your conscience away for too long, a part of you might get diverted forming a split personality. And since you are new to this, you need to handle this carefully but I forgot to warn you on account of your terrific soul strength."

Melvin's lips opened wide looking at the cynical old man.

"How can you forget something so important?" Melvin grumbled.

Han tried to shift the topic and said, pulling out an envelope,"You have a letter."

Melvin took the letter and tearing the envelope started reading it.

His eyes twitched seeing the sender.

It was the person who forced him to sign the slavery contract and send him here.

The letter was simply asking him to go to a place and help him…

At the end, there is also a warning that if he doesn't come he will come looking for his head.

'Why does he threaten people so much?' Melvin grumbled inwardly.

"What's in it, Kid?" Han asked curiously.

"Nothing, just got asked to do some work."

"Is it the same guy who sent you here?" He asked.

"Ohh!" Han's lips curled upward and he rubbed his chin with a mischievous smile that gave Melvin a sense of crisis.

"It seems I need to speed up your training."

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The days went back to usual...

Usual means, piles of work thrashing Lucas around.

On one side he had to hear Reynolds nagging everyone about the Salus business. Even if Lucas puts everything in Reynolds' hand, believing in him and the mana contracts.

Reynold was forcefully feeding him information about everyday profits and asking him to act like his boss.

On the other side, class, training and finally working in the President's office.

Too much workload. He was quite jealous of his friends who had gone to parties and had fun while he had to work here.

Julian who was going over the document stared at Lucas' deadpan eyes staring at her.

"Is there something on my face?"

"There isn't." Lucas shook his head and asked the most awaited question of his life.

"President, do you have something that keeps you refreshed? Why don't you have black circles or haggard expressions even after so much work? Why do you always look the same?"

"Huh!" Julian dropped the pen hearing Lucas' odd question.

Lucas felt the air inside the room freezing suddenly and then he heard Julian's cold voice giving him chills.

"So do you want to see me haggard and ugly? Or do you mean that I use too much make-up like others to hide my face?"

Though Julian didn't care much about her appearance Lucas' words made her feel unpleasant.

"No...I didn't mean that. I was just praising you. Like how can someone work so much yet not be tired? You are awesome." Lucas cried out in panic.

"I see." Julian nodded with a smile.

"You can take a break if you feel tired. Do you want to have something?"

Lucas wiped off the sweat on his forehead, skipping the death flag.

Seeing the atmosphere easing up, Lucas decided to take the opportunity to finish the work given to him by Irina.

"President, there is something important I want to talk about."

"What is it?"

"Why don't you accept Sister Irina's proposal about learning seduction and Dreamweaver arts?"

Julian's expression cracked hearing Lucas' words.

"What did you say?" Julian's eyes narrowed, locking on Lucas.

"No wait! When did you talk to her about this?"

"After the Order meeting," Lucas answered, swallowing his saliva.

"Hmm! After failing everywhere she looked for you to persuade me."

"Is there a problem in learning hwr skills?" Lucas asked frankly.

"Do you want me to learn seduction art and act like that?" Julian asked in annoyance.

She was prepared to learn Dreamweaver art but seduction was a big no but Irina would only teach at the condition that she have to learn both.

Seduction isn't only about seducing others rather it paralyzes the opponent's senses with your charm and by doing so you can easily pull him into the Dream realm even if the other party isn't asleep after all it's not as if you will find your opponent sleeping according to your wish.

Seeing Lucas keeping quiet, Julian leaned back in her seat.

"I just don't feel like doing that. And it's not as if I am hell bent on learning it. I can even do well without it."

"President, listen to me. I understand your pride is coming in between all this but sometimes we need to do something even if we don't want to." Lucas closed his lips at the end as in the flow of speech he was just about to say just like him who was forced to become your secretary and work even if he didn't want to.

"And who knows when it may come to use. You might regret that time and hit your head thinking that if only I had learnt that…If only I had heard him or her. We should learn everything that may help us in our survival so that in the end we will have nothing to regret about."

"I am sure this will be quite helpful in the future and might even save yours as well as others' lives."

Julian contemplated for a moment about Lucas' words. Though she was still averse to it, Lucas' words about death, survival and regret struck deeply in her heart.

Remembering those dreams, Julian's expression turned solemn.If she wanted to make a difference she had to rely on herself and get stronger.

"I will talk about it to her."

"Great! Big Sis Irina would surely be happy." Lucas exclaimed his joy but his smiling expression disappeared seeing Julian's darkened gaze.

The temperature of the place fell by a huge margin and Lucas felt a bad premonition in his heart.

"Did you just call Grandma Irina as Big Sis?"

The moment he heard this, Lucas knew that he would be facing one of the deadliest crises of his life.