Eyes.

A while later it was Emel's turn to pay respects to his 'mother'.

Emel walked up to the coffin and stood as obidient child filled with sadness for his mother. But if one looked at his , would be speechless at how sleepy and filled with boredom they were.

He stood there lowering his head for quite some time , Others did not notice but the boy with hoodie tried to suppress his laugh at this.

He heard from others this was son of the woman who passed away . During his observation he heard others talking how sad child was for losing his mother and how he was solely brought by his mother until 2 years ago when his mother was digonised with abdominal cancer.

But looking at the boy who was in a neat black suit , His muscles filled with power he could tell by looking at his even and soundless footsteps . He once again marvel at how hidden people in this city were.

The boy looked obidient and sad lowering his head. But how could he not tell . This guy was just like him. If not for the other people present , He might be sleeping while standing there or yawning his heart out.

Finally the boy moved and when the boy turned around and was walking through the crowd, The boy suddenly looked over and for the first time thier eyes truly met .

His heartbeat sped up again. , He knew , He knew this was the guy earlier but instead of the dark , the boy was in the light and he could see him fully.

In the neat black suit tailor made for him , his slender figure at display , but he could instinctively feel immense danger from him . The Amber gold eyes uninterestedly looked over at everyone and the boy moved over .

The boy might have been curious about a hooded person in people with suits , he did not even try to probe him , either he was too lazy to do so or was confident in taking care of any trouble coming his way.

He on the other hand was now finally able to see that face and those eyes . He can't remember but found that face familiar. He thought of it and found he had seen him earlier and given his immense interest , he would naturally find it familiar .

And if that doesn't work , He can always investigate !right!.

Emel on the other hand walked away keeping his head down , sitting in his car he finally relaxed and closed his eyes as if sleeping , Or that what looked .

Emel was continuously meditating . Although he expected but he was truly disappointed at how thin the energy in this world is .

Meditating three days outside would show the same effects he had in his dimension for meditating for about 20 hours.

It was not a small difference but of nearly four times.

He was growing more and more rational. One of those thoughts was if he one day loses his ability to enter the dimension. It was but an auxillary tool to aid his growth , and he does not know the origin nor if this artifact would stay with him forever.

When the farce of funeral ended. Everyone wwnt thier way . Everyone was tired so no one bothered anyone . Emel was preoccupied with a lot of things but he wanted a peaceful sleep more than anything .

Today was tiring for him. Acting always tired him out afterall.

And his encounter with that powerful assassin gave him a severe face-slap.

He knows that the artifact he possess was not a cabbage that could be found anywhere. Although he kept in mind the other possibilities of a few people possessing powerful artifact equivalent to his Phoenix ring . He still knows the world would long had been ended if some one ambitious possessed artifact with similar abilities as his .

'Couldn't they train thier own army if they have it ?.That's a scary thought Emel'.

But thinking that a person with no aid achieving higher lever than him was truly a wake up call for him .

'I got careless. Power ,Wisdom,Wealth. How can I forget my ambition. I gained wealth and resources for now , My information network is not efficient and is still in growth stage . My personal strength which I was so proud of is insufficient and I lack authority. '

'pfftt....What was I complacent of !....I feel so weak '.

Covering his eyes with his forearm and lying on bed , Emel drifted off to sleep.

In his sleep , he suddenly saw a pair of red eyes in his dream . It was merely an instant , a glimpse . But Emel's heart skipped a beat .

He does not know much about emotions. He could analyse other people's emotions but he could not analyse his own. Afterall , He rarely feels anything . Except for boredom , curiosity , and a few minor emotions , Emel could feel nothing .

At first he had felt a lot of things but with time passing by , he lost the ability to feel anything. Emel first attributed this phenomenon to his lack of opponents , but when he thoroughly went through his memory inheritence , He mnew it was due to his meditation Art. Not that he minds.

For him , this state is his optimal state , with no hinderance of useless emotions , he could do anything without remorse.

Afterall , emotions lead to maral , and morals of mortals are just emotional traps to him .

All he knew was that he felt danger from those eyes.

Emel attributed his quickened heartbeat to feeling of fear.

' I'm not strong enough. Isn't it natural instinct of humans to feel fear of the strong. Hmm....I felt danger from those eyes so I naturally would fear them ' ...

He analysed his situation and finally came to conclusion .

'Today's incident took higher toll on my psyche than I imagined . I am not strong enoigh yet so I fear I might encounter stronger opponents and would lose the life that I gained by dying .'

' Nope ! Not in a million years . All I have to do is become stronger .' .

The incident went without much impact on anyone other than Emel's increased training intensity .

He trained as if being possessed by a ghost .

On the other hand , someone was also motivated to overpower his newfound rival and trained equally hard.