Chapter 5: Chapter 4 A Day Out Gone Wrong

Art knew he had come off a little bit weird to Ezreal the first time they met by mentioning his parents. He seemed like a fan, no, a stalker, and obviously, that was not his intention.

Thankfully, kids were forgetful by nature, and Art was able to get along with the blondy very well over these past few days. He learned a few things about the kid: the boy was quite smart for his age and unruly, which he expected from the Prodigal Explorer. 

But that was all.

Ezreal was still a kid and knew nothing but the stories his parents told him of their journey across Runeterra. He was still far from the badass treasure hunter he read about in his biography on the game's website.

However, Art was not discouraged as he wanted to get close to the blonde-haired boy before he grew up. As someone who will travel the world and find powerful lost artifacts, there were several plans he needed Ezreal's help with. It was best to befriend him when he was young when kids were stupid and did not care who they were making friends with.

Manipulative, yes, but that was not his intention.

Art needed all the help he could get, especially living in this world where danger lurked at every corner. If he wanted to travel the world in the future, he needed to use all the resources he could get his hands on to protect himself, unless he wanted to be killed by a certain super simp trying to conquer the world to revive his queen.

Of course, that was still far into the future, and he was still a child. He needed more time to grow, and right now, he wanted to enjoy his childhood, keep training his magic and explore what Piltover has to offer. 

And today, that was precisely what Art was doing.

In the opening bridge that connected the north and south of Piltover, where the artificial river split was located, Art could be seen. He had risen on the first day of light, started training in the morning as usual, and went out in the afternoon.

Art had made a bet with Ezreal as the winner would treat the other to lunch. While they were in school, he had won the bet after winning a paper football game "fair and square".

So here he was casually walking through the busy streets, his gaze sweeping like a hawk over the surrounding crowd trying to find Ezreal. He was able to find the blonde-haired boy immediately, standing among the crowd with a carefree expression on his face.

"Mornin," said Art as he approached the blonde-haired boy.

"Morning," Ezreal replied, waving at him.

"So where are we going today," asked Art with a smile on his face.

Ezreal stomach rumbled at that moment. "I'm hungry. I want to eat something first," he said, rubbing his belly.

"Hmm, same," Art agreed with a nod. "Alright let's get going."

With that said, the two crossed the bridge and soon found themselves standing in a long line in front of a stall selling various kinds of street food. 

Some of them were foreign to Art and some weren't as they resembled the appearance and smell back in his old world. He could see corndogs, chips, and burgers on display. The only difference was the name of the food.

Ezreal turned towards Art and asked. "What do you want to eat?" 

Art mused through the menu and pointed at one item after deciding. "I wanna try this one."

"I'll have the same then," Ezreal took out his wallet from his back pocket and took out the amount needed money.

"Welcome!" The stall owner was a friendly, middle-aged woman with a smile appeared on her face.

Ezreal raised two fingers and spoke. "Two burkers, please," he handed his coins over to the stall owner, who happily received the exchange.

"Please wait a moment." The shop owner took the ready-made burgers on the heating shelf, put them in brown paper bags and offered the kids their food.

Art and Ezreal began eating and went to see what the other stalls had to offer...

After an hour, the two finished their meals. They only ate a little bit of each type of food from the stalls to taste as much as they could, but the small portions soon piled up, and their stomachs quickly became full.

Normally, Ezreal shouldn't have that much money to buy that much food. He was a kid with no job. But coming from a wealthy family living in the affluent neighbourhood of Piltover, he was privileged and did not have to worry about such a thing.

This part of Piltover was also where the low-class citizens lived, so the food Ezreal bought did not cost much compared to where he lived. Art was also the same and didn't have to worry about money. Ezreal had enough money and wanted to go to the toy store, but that plan was ruined.

Having overeaten, Ezreal had gotten a stomach ache, his face pale as he held his gut. Art had warned him many times, but the blondy decided to ignore it, and as a result, he got sick.

"You should go home," Art comforted while he was patting Ezreal's back, hoping to make him feel better. "It'll get worse if you stay."

"I'm fine," Ezreal replied and stood up as if he had recovered. But it was at that moment, that he opened his mouth and started puking at the side of the street. "Bwahhh... I feel better now… bwahhh."

One would think this would be an indicator to go home, but not for Ezreal. He refused to go home, and it was only when he puked for the fifth time that Art convinced the stubborn boy.

However, with Ezreal gone, Art was left alone as he was just standing there among the crowd of people. He had told Ezreal he would go home as well, but he had second thoughts.

"Should I go home or not?"

He thought about it for a while, and he chose to stay in the end. He did not want to go home as it was rare for him to go out with his parents always busy with work.

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Both of his parents were tailors for the wealthy people of Piltover, and the clothing they made usually took time to complete, leaving them barely anytime to spend time with him.

Art didn't care about this. He was older mentally, and he understood why they needed to work. He wasn't a snob nosed brat and wouldn't cause trouble for his parents to gain their attention. He wanted to take this time to explore, which he had planned to do with Ezreal before the plan was ruined.

'I might as well go by myself," Art said to himself, but before taking a single step, he heard a whistle-like sound from the sky.

"Watch out!" someone in the crowd screamed, causing everyone to panic and hurriedly move out of the way.

Thankfully the warning came in time, and no one was hurt when the object landed. A small crater was now in the middle of the road, and as curiosity had gotten better of people, a crowd had formed around the small crater.

Art was one of these people as he used his small stature and went through the crowd. He got a clear view of the object. What he saw was a cylinder-conoidal shaped metal. He was sure that someone would have instantly died and turned into meat paste if they found themselves standing in the object's way. 

"What is it?"

Including Art, this was the question that came to everyone's mind, but before anyone could react, it started glowing red, cracks appeared on the surface and… boom!

***

After six years had passed, it came as no surprise that Art's Magic had improved tremendously. He no longer made any mistakes while using [Body Enhancement Magic], and the objects he could now levitate got bigger. But still, no matter how much he tried, all attempts of other forms of magic had failed... well, that was until now.

When death came knocking at his doorsteps, Art backed away and instinctively lifted his hands in front of him as if someone was about to hit him in a moment of desperation. At that moment, a translucent blue energy encased the bomb and contained the explosion, saving his and the lives of those in the vicinity.

"That was so cool!" Art rejoiced at the fact he was alive and could now use another form of magic. But, when he heard more whistles in the sky and looked up, he shut his mouth as his face paled. He saw at least a dozen more bombs coming in his direction in the sky.

"Someone is definitely fucking with me today."

Art wanted to run away but firmly stood his ground when he saw the people in a panic around him. He had no thoughts of being a hero, but he was also not a psychopath and let the people around him die.

Any sane person would intervene when he or she had the power to do so, and in the first place, Art was not sure he could outrun the bomb's blast radius in time.

Making up his mind, Art lifted his hands and stopped all the bombs in midair with [Telekinesis Magic], instantly draining half of his mana pool due to the weight of the object. He then made the bombs collide with each other, which created a large explosion, big enough to encompass the sky and almost turned day into night.

"I probably shouldn't have done that. I could have just put them down carefully, but then again..." Art thought. "... I don't know anything about bombs, and they could have exploded. Anyway, thank god, there were no airships nearby."

Snapping out of his thoughts, Art knew it was time to make a run for it as a honking sound came from the megaphones perched above the buildings. This was the police siren of this world, and any moment now, Enforcers would swarm the streets.

He jumped into the air using [Body Enhancement Magic], increasing his strength by several folds. He used the jump's momentum to make it easier to lift himself up and landed on the nearby building rooftop using [Telekinesis Magic].

Art left the area by jumping from rooftop to rooftop, not planning to stick around. He had enough adventure for today and did not want to meet those people responsible for this mess or possibly get in trouble with the law.

Most importantly, he wanted to quickly go home as he couldn't wait and experiment with his new magic.

As fast as a cheetah at full speed, Art headed straight to his house... or at least that was the plan.

As his body was enhanced by magic, his strength wasn't the only thing that was increased but also his five senses as well as his healing ability and reflexes, etc. He heard someone crying, and turning his head towards the sound, he saw a cute little girl bawling her eyes out as she was sitting on a bench all by herself.

She had a slender figure and blue hair. Her skin was the kind of white that could even enchant the snow, while her teary eyes sparkled like diamonds. The clothes she had on were quite old and used, indicating she came from a poor background.

The girl was definitely lost, and Art could not bring himself to look the other way. He could not just leave her alone, especially when a battle had started where he had been before. If he left her here, she would be caught up in the middle of it.

"I swear, why are kids so stupid?" Art sighed before running toward her.

Jumping off the building, Art landed not far off from the girl. He then carefully approached her slowly, not wanting to seem like a creep. "Are you lost?" he asked.

"Yeah, I was walking with my mom, holding her hand..." the little girl sniffed. "...then, then- then I got lost."

"It's okay," Art smiled and patted the little girl's head. "How about I take you to your mom."

"Really," the little girl's eyes brightened. "but my parents told me not to go with strangers ."

"Do I look like a bad guy?" asked Art, pretending to be sad.

The little girl shook her head.

"Okay then, I promise to help you look for your parents," Art said, going down on his knees and offered her a piggyback.

"Okay," the little girl said while wiping the tears off her eyes before hopping on his back.

"Put your arms around my neck," Art said and went back up to the rooftops to get a better view and find her parents.

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