SHATTERED REALM: FORGOTTEN ECHOES

Chapter 202: Let’s teach him a lesson III

Chapter 202: Let’s teach him a lesson III It is said that the eye of the storm is always the calmest part of the storm, no matter how chaotic it is.

And in the same way, Aramith, who remained the focal point of this brewing storm reamined in a safe place under Lynnor’s wing, unaware that several people had put him in their eyes as a cancer that needed to be removed.

And this wasn’t the thought of students alone, but several teachers as well.

At the moment, he was in his room, seated on the bed with a slight frown on his face.

He stared in his palm, entirely focused on the darkness that had taken the form of a flame, sitting calmly.

"I’m getting weaker," he said.

Ever since they arrived, he’d been aware of his depleting energy.

All the Youm he’d stored while in the city of Yumaris was slowly seeping out of him.

It was like a tiny crack in a ball of smoke, only allowing tiny wisps to leak, but with it happening constantly, he couldn’t help but worry.

Two thoughts crossed his mind as he studied this.

Either the energy would deplete till he was at the level he stood at when he was going to Yumaris, or...

He’d lose even more energy, sinking to an even lower level.

All this made him constantly worry about what he could do.

He tried to replenish it by cultivating, but the rate at which he absorbed the Youm was less than what he lost.

He dismissed the energy, then went out of the room to seek Lynnor.

Mozrael was downstairs, reading a book, only lifting her head to glance at him before continuing.

She noticed the seriousness on Aramith’s face and decided not to bother him.

After checking Lynnor’s room, he checked every other room, but Lynnor was nowhere to be found.

He was about to ask Mozrael when he heard Lynnor’s cheerful voice, coupled with clapping.

"That’s splendid! Again! Again!" She laughed, sounding impressed.

Aramith passed through the back door and was greeted by the strong scent of alcohol before he fully opened the door.

Clink.

Clank.

Sounds of bottles rolled away as he opened the door, and the smell grew stronger.

"Aramith!" Lynnor suddenly exclaimed, waving him over. "You should see this! She’s really good," she grinned, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Surrounded by several bottles that could form a small hill, Lynnor wore a simple brown robe that scantily covered her.

IF the students and teacher she traumatized a few days ago saw this sight, they’d choke in disbelief.

The same monster who pushed a student to the brink of death and trampled on the dignity of a teacher was now sitting on the floor like your typical alcoholic, looking so harmless, you’d think the weakest student could take her on in a fight and come out untouched, save for the smell of alcohol.

But as the saying goes, don’t judge a cover by its book. [hehe]

Aramith ignored the chaotic and messy scene before him and watched his steps as he avoided the bottles that littered the place.

She raised her half-empty bottle and pointed. "You have another spectator, do it again!"

Ahead, Sylvia stood panting heavily, her clothes soaked in sweat as the sun’s rays lit around her, causing a glow in her hair where they struck.

She was exhausted, but Lynnor wasn’t going to let her off easily, and she had no intention of stopping either.

She pursued strength, and knowing Lynnor was a powerful person whom Aramith had agreed to be under, she asked Lynnor for guidance.

Since morning, she’d been there, controlling fire and ice dragons, while Lynnor watched and cheered, downing bottle after bottle.

She made her control them as long as she could, and when she was too exhausted to continue, Lynnor allowed her a short break before they resumed.

She nodded at Lynnor’s request, but needed some time to rest before she could repeat it.

"Ah, too bad. You should wait a little then." She raised her hand and swept several bottles next to her away.

"Come, sit," she urged Aramith to take a seat, but he shook his head. "O...kay...then take this!" She brought a bottle to his face. "It’s pretty strong, so drink it little by little."

Aramith frowned. "No need."

Lynnor scratched her head. "Well..." she pulled out eight different bottles, all with different drinks in them. But no matter which bottle it was, alcohol was the main element.

"You can choose one of these, then." She smiled at him, waiting eagerly for him to choose.

When he didn’t say anything, she rubbed her chin and then pushed one of the bottles forward. It was a red bottle with leaves patterned in blue and green.

"This one is rare, you should try it first, then go for this one before..." Without waiting for a reply, she proceeded to explain the order in which he should drink them.

Aramith’s lips twitched as he stared at Lynnor’s abnormal behavior.

Ignoring the fact that he was underage, even an adult wouldn’t be able to stay sane after drinking all the bottles.

He glanced at the several bottles, shaking his head. How is she still even alive?

"I need to ask you about my cultivation," Aramith interrupted.

"...but maybe this one should be taken before, eh?"

She jerked her head upwards as if suddenly enlightened.

"Cultivation?" She asked.

Aramith nodded. "Yes."

She sighed, deflated as she packed her bottles away dejectedly. "If only I had a drinking partner..."

Lynnor sipped from her bottle. "I’m listening."

"When we went to Yumaris, I was able to absorb large amounts of Youm every day, but when we returned, I noticed the Youm within me had been constantly dropping."

"Really?" She asked uninterested. "And?"

"When you first mentioned the Academy, you told us about places with a higher concentration of Youm that were suitable for cultivation."

"Oh, that? I forgot you needed that thing." She raised the whole bottle up, tilting her head back as she emptied the bottle, tossing it away.