— Chapter 3삼 : The Cursed Puppets

Once again my stupid human instincts played against me, but when I saw the blood on his leg... I couldn't help but want to help him, but I just made a fool of myself.

Being one of the most powerful races, these kinds of injuries are nothing to him, although there are a variety of races in the dock and only a few are qualified to be cultivators. We have a single doctor who treats everyone who needs it, although there are also the old shamans, who use spiritual energy more.

— What are you thinking about? —I heard Haesuk ask me.

— Hyung, last night I made a fool of myself —I answered, covering my face with my arm.

— You mean what happened with Leader Jeong? —he asked me, making me feel even more embarrassed.

— How did you find out? —I said getting up.

— The older brothers always know everything —he replied, repeating my same action— now we have to prepare for breakfast.

Today is another day, with new opportunities to show who I really am.

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— Good morning, Samchun, Empress Yi —I said as I bowed.

— Good morning guys, please sit down —Samchum asked kindly.

— Since the ceremony could not be carried out —Empress Yí began— you two are going to guide the leaders around the pier —she finished by saying that.

— Okay, okay —I said, forcing the words out of my mouth.

As we were about to start eating, there were screams outside and the sound of clashing swords soon made themselves heard, and In Sung came running towards us with obvious exhaustion.

— General Lee, Empress Yí! —In Sung Hyung came screaming — it's urgent...

— What's going on, guy? —Asked Samchum a little worried — please, calm down.

— Cursed puppets —he blurted out— are attacking and they don't seem to stop.

We left in a hurry and ran towards the square where it seems that the confrontation was taking place. The leaders were already there and the few cultivators the dock had were fighting fiercely.

I had never seen anything like that... they moved nimbly, of course with the aim of tiring out their opponent and being able to defeat them more easily.

I don't know how long I watched before I heard a scream that made me tremble.

— YangYang, you fucking idiot! , What are you looking at!? —Haesuk exclaimed, snapping me out of my trance.— Here and fight.

Haesuk threw my sword at me and I ran towards the helpless cultivators who were already on the verge of collapse. Although not much had happened since the fight started, they had managed to exhaust all of our inexperienced cultivators.

I got between them and the puppet, but they gave off a foul smell, which made me feel strangely dizzy and my legs began to give way, I dodged a few attacks, but ended up getting cornered, I never had to face any being like this in my training, later ...when I thought I was going to get clawed, someone stepped in front of me and the typical screech of two metals colliding hit my ears.

When I looked up, I could only see the back and a raven hair in front of me... a little disoriented I got back up and grabbed my sword and ran in the direction my feet were taking me.

I joined Haesuk who already seemed tired, the terrible smell was spreading and becoming more and more unbearable, but the strange thing is that I seemed the only one affected.

— It seems that they never get tired — Haesuk told me, already exhausted — their negative energy is too strong.

— Doesn't this smell make you dizzy? —I asked Haesuk, dodging the attacks.

— What smell? re crazy? —He admitted confused— YangYang, concentrate.

— Are you telling me that you don't notice the fetid smell of these puppets? —I asked irritably.

— Of course not —he said dodging some claws— let's talk about this later, yes?

I thought it was a joke, but no, Haesuk doesn't really smell anything and apparently I'm the only one who can feel it, but why? when I took the last shot, everything fell into a great silence and my body could not resist anymore and I fell to the ground falling into the darkness.

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I was in a kind of peaceful sleep, until I felt a strange sensation, when I realized it, I got up quickly with my clothes all soaked.

— What the hell!? —I exclaimed annoyed— the water is very cold.

— It seems someone got up in a bad mood —I heard Haesuk's mocking voice.

I looked around and that's where I felt my face turn red with embarrassment, all the leaders were there looking at me, well done YangYang, once again looking like a fool.

— I think you need to change —leader Rhee said —we're leaving first."

Everyone left, Haesuk gave me one last quizzical look, although the last one left was leader Jeong. It seems that he had no plans to leave, since he approached me, very well YangYang prepare for what is to come.

—Here —he extended his arm and handed me a silver amulet, "I have noticed that your energy flow is somewhat weak, but you can compensate with this."

I took it in my hands and when I was ready to say thank you, it disappeared. Had he been worried about me?... ha! What nonsense I'm thinking, it's obvious that this is one of his duties as a leader to keep everyone who belongs to the Jade Dragon Dock under care, not that we were better lifelong friends.

Time seemed to have frozen, since although it seemed that we had been fighting for hours and hours, the truth is that not much had happened.

There was nothing left of the puppets and that fetid smell, which seems to be the only one to notice it.

— You don't really notice the smell —I asked Haesuk again.— Aren't you kidding me?

— YangYang, it looks like you've been hit on the head —Haesuk told me— I don't smell anything.

— Well, well, I'll shut up now —I finished saying, already tired.

I kept cleaning, quite frustrated, could it be that I've already gone crazy?, until a voice stopped me.

— Noona, what are you doing here? —I asked looking at her

— Obviously helping —he replied, showing me the broom.

— Noona, don't you smell a strange smell? —I asked, hoping he would say yes.

— I don't think so —he said— why?

— Oh, it's nothing —I answered— it just seemed to me.

Let's forget about this, if I'm the only one I must have freaked out...right?

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—Sunniepark97