Chapter 6: Guide To The World Of Humanity

Wain came to these ruins to get the Flame of the Dead, but a knight attacked him that Wain successfully dealt with and even got a strong soul. There were many different souls in this world, some weaker, some stronger. But, the souls in Soul Altar needed to be competently synchronized.

At this point, Wain had two souls, Nameless King, and Last Knight. Wain did not yet fully know all the features and abilities of his main soul, but this soul gave him the skill, Destruction Sword. His second soul increases his sword mastery through a passive skill and increases the damage of all skills interacting with the sword.

These were examples of great synergy between the two souls. This was one of the reasons why Wain decided to put a soul into his Soul Altar rather than crushing it to get a skill or item.

Step.

Wain walked slowly toward the Flame of the Dead. Even though the flame was huge, he didn't feel the heat coming from it. On the contrary, Wain felt the temperature drop, and he became colder with each passing second. As he approached the green flame, cold steam came out of his mouth as he breathed, as if he were in snowy lands.

"I see, so this is how I'm supposed to get the Flame of the Dead. It's easier than I thought." Mumbled Wain looking at the ring lying on the anvil.

It was from this ring that the Flame of the Dead emanated. The smiths' hammers were not striking the anvil but precisely at that ring. Wain had not noticed it from afar, but now that he got closer, everything became clear.

From the outside, the ring looked rather unusual. It was a combination of black and green, but the most remarkable detail was the patterns on the ring. They were in the form of weeping spirits as if they were trying to escape their imprisonment.

Wain did not hesitate to reach for the ring. He wasn't afraid that something might happen to him. It just didn't make sense. Even if Marakt's words were a lie and anyone who received the flame of the Dead would die, that wasn't the worst case scenario yet.

Wain realized that there was no way to get off this island from talking to the old man. Getting the Flame of the Dead was the only option. He didn't want to live the rest of his life hunting lizards on an ashy island with nothing but death and destruction. Compared to that, death was a better option.

When Wain's hand almost touched the ring, it slowly became covered in a thin layer of ice. An incredible coldness emanated from the ring, as if from the depths of the underworld.

Wain didn't stop and eventually put the ring on his ring finger. Simultaneously, the green flames turned into a whirlwind that consumed the ring. The spirits depicted on the ring glowed brightly and then went out again. Wain saw several messages.

[You have received the Ring of Damned.]

[Ring of Damned (Primary Chronicle, Legendary Rating)

This ring encases innumerable cursed souls. It burned them with its flame, time after time until it lost all its heat. This ring is in both the world of the dead and the world of the living, and the souls of the damned belong to neither of these two worlds.

It is a third world that should not have existed. It appeared in this ring because of the terrible fate of the damned souls. The owner of the ring has the right to use this space, which no one but him can enter]

"That sounds very interesting. This ring is indeed unusual." Mumbled Wain.

He wanted to use the ring, but suddenly the ruins trembled. Wain didn't understand what was happening.

A crackle.

One of the walls was retractable, and behind it was a passageway leading to the top. Wain did not hesitate and ran towards the exit. After about a minute, he was on the north shore of the Isle of the Damned.

This shore was covered in a thin layer of ice that crunched beneath his feet, but that wasn't what caught Wain's attention at that moment.

"The island...is on fire?!" Wain exclaimed, looking at the green flames gradually covering the entire island. Wain couldn't believe it, but the cold, green flames caused the ashes to ignite. When all the ash burned again, this island would be destroyed and disappear into the threads of history.

Then Wain remembered the prophecy he had read in the ancient ruins. He dashed toward the shore. If it was true, there must be a guide waiting to guide him to the world of the living.

But when Wain ran to the ice-covered shore, he saw no one. It was empty, not a hint of any human being or other creature.

'What the fuck? Am I going to have to die here? Wain thought to himself.

But, the guide was already waiting for him, hidden from Wain's sight.

Suddenly the ashy sand parted in different directions, and a bony hand in a black robe appeared from beneath the ground. The skeleton slowly climbed out of the sand, after which it waved its hand.

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Hundreds of spirits flew out of the water and quickly turned into a dark boat with a long oar. The skeleton climbed onto the boat, took hold of the oar, and gestured for Wain to come aboard.

"Wow, that's just like a real Charon." Smirking, Wain said.

When they were about ten meters from the shore, Wain turned around and saw the gray island engulfed green flames. It grew smaller by the second, gradually dying away.

In the distance, Wain saw Marakt staring at the horizon and several other people, or rather the damned and prisoners of this island. They looked at Wain with a slight smile and relief as if thanking him.

After countless years, they would finally be free. The heavy shackles of an immortal but dreary life would fall from their shoulders, and their souls would be laid to rest.

Before Wain's eyes, the flames engulfed Marakt and the other damned, as well as the last pieces of this island. As the green flames extinguished and the island of the damned vanished forever from this world, Wain felt an unusual surge of strength.

[You received the Title - "Savior of the Damned.]

[Savior of the Damned]

The Isle of the Damned has existed since time immemorial. It was a fundamental mistake, for there should have been no place in this world that belonged to neither the world of the dead nor the world of the living. The souls that went there were captured. You became the one who saved the damned. You let the flames burn them and gave them freedom.

Most curses will have no effect against you.]

Wain did not expect that he would receive the Title. He knew that some people managed to get Titles before the dark mist appeared and destroyed his world. But, only a small number of people were able to do that. To do so, it was necessary to do something unique and unusual. The most powerful Titles were given for actions that no one else, ever, could repeat.

'Hmm, I wonder how powerful this effect is, and what exactly is meant by the concept of a curse?' Wain wondered.

A curse could be called quite a few things, from a harmless spell from a charlatan to a terrible curse from a powerful witch. Wain had yet to find out how effective and powerful his newfound Title was.

As the skeleton paddled and took Wain into the world of the living, he remembered that he wanted to use the Ring of Damned. He wondered what the ring's effect was and what mysteries it held.

Wain concentrated, and his consciousness was in a vast space a second later. Various souls were flying around the place as if they were in a haunted house. Wain didn't pay any attention to them, for he was in a real state of excitement at that moment.

"Huh, something tells me I can use this space for my own purposes."

In the next moment, Wain's consciousness came out of that space. He picked up his knife and re-entered the space. After a couple of these manipulations, the knife remained in the space inside the ring. Wain had heard of such things being able to alter and manipulate space, but as far as he knew, no one in his world had been able to obtain such an item. Such things were more like a myth than truth. However, the Isle of the Damned was also a myth now. Moreover, it had never existed.

Wain floated calmly in the endless waters, waiting for where his guide would take him. Unlike the rest of humanity, Wain did not yet know that the world had changed completely less than a day ago. Many dubbed the apocalypse event, and they were not far from the truth. But, it would be more accurate to call it the beginning of a new era.

About twelve hours had passed since Wain had entered this world and killed the Guardian of Peace. All of humanity realized how the world has changed in that time, and many people have already died. Chaos wasn't over. It was just beginning to grow and build up its power. Wain missed the prelude but could taste the main course.

"А? What is it?" Wain muttered, seeing the ground in the distance.

He immediately pulled out his folding binoculars and used them. Wain saw tall houses, similar to those in his world, only more advanced and technologically advanced. But, some of the buildings were damaged, and streams of smoke from the fire could be seen in the city.

"Are they having a war or some terrorist attack here?" Wain muttered, puzzled.

He didn't know that he was the cause of what was happening. But, Wain was very glad anyway. He finally felt he could escape death. When he was on the Isle of the Damned, he felt the pressure all the time. It seemed to him that even though he had escaped the dark mist, death was still following him.

But, now that he saw people, he realized that this was only the beginning of his long adventure.

At the same moment, Wain saw a message he had forgotten about because of the intense events surrounding the Isle of the Damned.

[Skill - Nameless King's Forms partially unlocked]

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