Divine knowledge

Only a day after joining the Timen Gate Sect, he was already on the edge of being kicked out. What a wicked world. Truly, the weak would always be trampled regardless of which world it is. Back on earth, they despised him for being fat. On Agrerea, they were looking down on him for being a level-one practitioner.

       There were no friends to see him off. Azron was still recuperating after the attack the previous day, and Han was taking care of her. He was the only other person in Agrerea that Surrdon felt could potentially be his friend.

   He looked back at the gates and sighed.

To think that he had convinced himself that climbing those stairs had been the most difficult part. Now he had to learn how to survive in the sect.

     Surrdon turned away and started descending the rock stairs. Without any magic techniques, he had no way to teleport himself into the forest. All he could rely on were his two feet to get him where he needed to go.

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      "Anya?" Surrdon called out, his eyes frowning at the worn-out map elder Li had provided.

"Anya!" He bellowed when she failed to show up.

  A red snake popped behind the map yawning. "What is it?"

They had agreed that he would not bother her until he reached at least level three.

But the situation was dire and time was wasting away. He had walked for the entire day, taking only two breaks to rest his legs. The soles of his feet were scorching from pain. He had never walked so much in his life, but he felt lighter in this body than his previous one.

    And that boosted his morale a level higher. Other than becoming stronger internally, he now had the determination to stay fit and maintain the body his predecessor had left behind.

        Surrdon turned the map to the snake.

"Help me get here," he stated stabbing the marked area. They had not even labelled the map clearly. It was almost as if they wanted him to fail.

   Anya opened her mouth and a ball of fire shot out, straight for the map. The green flames devoured the piece of cloth hungrily till nothing was left.

     "You'll never leave the forest with that old thing."

Surrdon scowled at her, his eyes shooting out nothing but deathly glares. It was at times like these that he wished he had more control over whatever little power was in his body. The urge to slap the little snake was like a fire that needed to be put off lest it consume him.

    With an indifferent expression on her face, she flew closer to Surrdon and placed the end of her tail on the middle of his forehead. "I'll pass on my complete knowledge about all the continents in Agrerea."

A red warm light began sipping into his head from Anya's tail. It was knowledge. Powerful knowledge that only the higher gods could have access to. With this knowledge, he could slip into any kingdom, continent, or sect and go unnoticed. It included all the hidden passages. All the underground routes. All the invisible portals both on land and in the air.

    When the red light faded, Anya disappeared immediately, and Surrdon collapsed on the ground unconscious. There was only so much his inexperienced mind could take, and there was only so much Anya could let go without draining herself.

     "Is he dead?" A distant voice asked.

His senses felt as though they had fallen into a deep slumber. One they did not wish to wake from. He could hear two people talking, but they sounded as if they were very far away yet they were standing just by his side.

  The two female siblings started examining if there was any trace of life in Surrdon. One placed her finger under his nose to detect any breaths. "He's not dead," she answered her sister.

   "Wow! Can we take him back with us? He looks so beautiful," the younger sister cried caressing Surrdon's face, leaving a ticklish sensation under his skin.

The two had short furry brown ears sticking out from the top of their heads, a common characteristic trait of the cat tribe. It was a tribe created to serve other races as their familiars.

       It was an unfair system that they had to endure in order to survive. As for those who couldn't follow fate, they often ran away and hid from the rest of the world, determined to pave their own paths.

   The older sister examined Surrdon more carefully. She could feel something odd from him. A feeling that was tainted with fear.

She grabbed his right wrist and ran her eyes carefully, searching for any beast mark. But his white skin was as clear as the deep waters.

   "We can help him, but we have to inform the elders. If he is in trouble, we cannot let him in the village."

   "Yay!" The younger sister jumped on her excitedly. "You're the best sister a cat can ask for."

A smug grin spread on the older sister's lips. "Okay, now help me lift him."