An Absurd Situation part 2

"Well... Then stop looking at me like that!" Atlas replied, his voice a little hoarse.

"Bah!!! And how the hell am I supposed to look at you? After what you told me... I'm supposed to be happy?" Uncle Beard retorted angrily.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Man... then you really don't remember anything..."

Seeing the odd expression on Atlas's face, Uncle Beard recounted what had happened a week ago.

"Old Bolt, he brought you back to the barn the day after you left on your trip, but your conditions were a bit particular. When you arrived, you were completely naked and covered in blood."

"... Damn animals... I had heard horrendous stories about those bandits. But damn, to think these deviants would even have fun with young boys... Bah! Bah!"

Uncle Beard's words were clear. Actually, it's crystal clear. They revealed the reason behind his strange attitude immediately.

Just the thought made Atlas shudder, so he tried to explain himself better: "Hey... Hey... you misunderstood. None of that happened. Calm down!"

But Uncle Beard shook his head, sighing bitterly: "Young man, there's no use denying it. Everyone has seen your condition. You had better accept reality and return to live your life with your head held high."

"What do you mean by... all??" Atlas yelled in shock.

"Ouch... certainly rumors travel very fast in this small town. Besides, it's not every day to see a naked young man enter through the town's main gate." Uncle Beard somewhat embarrassedly explained the situation but then continued severely: "But don't worry, your story has infuriated many cultivators. In recent days, many groups of those deviants have been debunked. The gang leaders who survived the purge will be executed this afternoon. You have awakened at just the right time. You are in time to see those animals die for their sins."

"WHAT?"

It was such an absurd story that Atlas could not contain his shock. Moreover, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to die on the spot.

"I'm FUCKED! How can I show my face in public from now on!"

"Mhm... calm down, Atlas. You are now a celebrity in this town. Your face is practically everywhere. So many cultivators have joined your cause. They even cry for justice for your name and innocence." Uncle Beard added, sighing lightly.

From Uncle Beard's point of view, this might have seemed like a situation to rejoice over, but for Atlas, it was simply a nightmare.

There was nothing to celebrate over this story. Indeed, the whole thing was simply absurd.

He had become famous because a group of deviants had allegedly taken his innocence...

His reputation was beyond ruined. How could he show his face around town if everyone believed he had been snared by a gang of crazy lumberjacks?

Atlas stared bashfully at the stable boy for a while, then began cursing: "FUCK!!! Stop this madness! None of this has happened to me. Go out and spread the truth... tell them it was all a lie!"

The young man could not tell the truth about that day, nor could he smear his name in such a way.

From the young man's point of view, the reason for his anger was obvious, but Uncle Beard discerned something else from his words and tried to calm him down, "Calm down! Don't worry about it! It's all over now. You don't have to be afraid! Those bastards can't hurt you anymore."

"Are you kidding me? Who's afraid? Listen to me..." Atlas knelt before him and began to speak, with tears in his eyes: "... You have to help me! You have ... no ... no ... You have misunderstood everything!"

Unfortunately, the middle-aged man did not understand the young man's true intentions and walked toward the exit, saddened: "Okay... Okay... Get some more rest! This place is safe. Don't worry."

"HEY... Don't leave... Hey... Hey!!!" Atlas tried to follow, but his body was still not in the best condition, so he could do nothing but watch the middle-aged man leave.

BANG!!!

"Damn...did you lock the door??? What the hell... hey! Uncle Beard! Open the door!" The young man knocked on the wooden door and shouted repeatedly, but no one answered him.

It was obvious that they were ignoring him. In fact, Atlas could very well hear Uncle Beard and Elisabeth talking beyond the door.

"Poor boy... he's too stubborn."

"Ouch... dear. You're right."

"Hmm... Keep an eye on him, mind you. I'll be back later. Maybe seeing those bastards die will calm him down a bit."

BANG! BANG!

"Hey! Uncle Beard, please come back!"

Unfortunately, Atlas's pleas were misunderstood for the umpteenth time.

"Poor guy, he is so scared... Ouch... it will be hard to recover from such a devastating trauma..."

The voices had grown fainter and fainter, but Atlas had heard everything very well.

BANG! BANG!

"Hey! Hey! HEYYYYY!!!"

Atlas's desperate cries also spread to the city's main street, which was right below his window, and caused quite a stir.

However, the townspeople who passed by looked pityingly toward that window, for they knew that there rested young Atlas, the boy who had been abused by the bandits.

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Realizing it was all useless, Atlas calmed down and began reorganizing his thoughts. The situation was really absurd, and it was evident that, for the moment, there was no way to solve it, so he tried to discover the secrets hidden in his new body.

The first thing he checked was the Chaotical Core. He let his consciousness wander through his body until it reached its position. The young man found a brilliant golden orb at the center of it.

That was the Chaotical Core, the precious treasure he had longed for.

It was the first time he had seen one, and he was immediately fascinated. It looked like a crystal ball, but surprisingly, the surface was not static. Instead, it moved repeatedly as if tiny particles were dancing on top of it.

"Amazing... I can feel the power go from the outside to the inside of my body and flow to the center of my heart. Every breath I take serves to fill the core with new energy. So, this is what it feels like..."

The muscles were still numb, but after a few simple exercises, Atlas immediately adapted to his new body. What had previously been difficult to do now became easier.

Space in the room was limited, and it was useless to continue the exercises, so the young man sat down on the bed and, without wasting any more time, he looked at his left pinky in wonder.

Nihilir had recreated the space bag in the form of a strange mark on his skin. It was something that he had never heard of, but once his sense interacted with the mark, he could clearly feel the immense space inside.

He was surprised, but soon he found what he was looking for and recalled the object in the outside world.

An ancient tome came out of the Nihiste. It was the Martial Technique that had accompanied him for so long.