Lord_of_sleep

"Call me God and I will treat you as a benevolent servant worthy of blessings. Say I am the Devil and I will drench your world in blood and despair." 

These were the words spoken by Sir Mouse as a thousand enemies surrounded him.

From his youth he could only look up to the heavens, but just as all his enemies before, It is now under his feet quivering.

If so be the case, why would he care what The Gods' Decree?

Gods or Devils it matters not. As they too will have to call him by the only name they dare to utter, Sir Mouse.

His path is to be one that is unhindered by any shackles and he intend to keep it that way.

Will you join him on this journey to becoming the existence who is forbidden?

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The Gods' Decree

Taf witnessed the whole ordeal from a corner, stifling a couple of laughs during Mr Ming's eloquent robbing of the poor young man. After they left, he had burst out laughing and clapped in congratulations.

"Old Man Ming, nice touch there, Paragon's Forest and award-winning wine?

I wonder if this Paragon Forest is related to the Dragon's Might Forest or King of Kings mountain range you mentioned to some customers a few days ago?"

Taf rolled his eyes as he sarcastically questioned

Mr Ming looked at Taf with a smug, knowing look.

"You know that the sale mostly relies on the magnificence and grandeur of the name," he winked.

"I'm sure it is. Hey, old man Ming, I've been meaning to ask. Do you know of any places with books regarding the outside world but focuses on Cultivation?"

Old Man Ming looked at Taf with a curious gaze.

"Books on Cultivation? Huh! Interesting.

You, Lil Taf have dreams of one day taking such a road, am I right?"

A bitter smile formed as he continued.

"Many men I've known have had similar dreams as you. But not one of them has succeeded in making those dreams a reality."

"Some have grieved for decades, while others became so discouraged that they ended their own lives due to their failed attempts."

With furrowed brows, he admonished.

"I may not know much about the topic, but I do know that it is a road that should not be encouraged or sought after, especially for mortals like us."

Taf listened as Old Man Ming said those words— not letting one word pass him by.

"Why do you think our city is only made up of mortals?" Mr Ming rhetorically questioned.

"It isn't that there aren't many who wouldn't seek that road. It's just that our mortal bodies have limitations.

We're destined to only ever be entities that are a fleeting memory on this earth.

I don't know why, but I have pondered over my many decades of life and found that there might be some particular traits essential for Cultivation.

I'm not sure, but it's what I've concluded."

Mr Ming saw the disappointed look on Taf's face and comforted him with a pat on the back.

"Well, there have been cases where a few of us mere mortals have been selected when the cultivators descended."

At the mention of cultivators, Mr Ming had a look of awe on his face.

Taf had rarely seen this kind of excitement in Mr Ming's eyes. Were cultivators that amazing?

He promised that the next time cultivators descended on the city, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to see them.

The thought of having a slight chance at getting selected by those exalted existences filled him with hope.

If the cultivators chose him by a stroke of luck, what kind of a look would Old man Ming have on his face?

Meanwhile, the old man collected himself and looked at Tafari worriedly.

"In the last decade, only a few have been selected. So don't get overly hopeful ok?"

He did not want this youngster to get his hopes up.

"We are only mortals, so I doubt there are any books available to common folks on Cultivation in the city.

However, there should be books and articles about the outside world in a bookstore I know."

Mr Ming considered it a bit further and then exclaimed.

"Today is Customer Appreciation Day on all the stores on West Broke Side! All the merchants have discounts for their wares, so this would be the best time to go.

Maybe you can find Elixirs to temper your growing body and the information you seek."

He recalled something and reminded the youth with curious-looking eyes.

"We may be mortals, but that doesn't mean we can't have any strength. Look at this old man. Old and grey from top to bottom; yet, fit like a bull and keeping Mrs Ming happy!"

He curled his skinny arms in a pose.

Little Taf rolled on the floor laughing after seeing the old man pose as if he thought of himself as a hunk.

Editor: Shiksha_Jerath & Robespierre_K

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