After going over all he needed to, VanKcrow walked up near the skeleton,he spent some time looking at it but found nothing strange,he was about to leave and get out of the cave when some sort of "energy" started coming out of the skeleton, VanKcrow could not see it but he could feel something enveloping him,he was paralyzed and could not even open his mouth.
After a couple of seconds,a sort of Robotic voice manifested itself on his mind.
"Choose a random destination to be sent to,if possible,This remnant will I have left Behind will take you there,this Place where you find yourself in is the city of Gleadenia,a place cut off from the world,there is no way to leave it unless you have power comparable to a Honored One...I hope you succeed in your mission to destroy the Dream Snatcher, perhaps Only you can do it,To help you in your journey,I have left something in this cave,you will find out what it is when you rise to the Ausftieg of Vorfahr,now,as master used to say...Fuck off."
Soon after the voice ended, VanKcrow felt himself being levitated in the direction of a black rift that appeared in the entrance of the cave.
'Seems familiar... Achyeldonn's disciple?...and what about the choice...'
...
A gigantic Aurora colored dark blue with some green parts was located in the east side of Akash,the Aurora went from the bottom of the sea,to the ground,to the sky.
It had a cylinder like shape.
Inside the Aurora,8 different visages would appear every 24 hours,the visage of a land of chaos,with countless different zones that each appeared very distinct from each other.
The visage of a desert,with countless giant tortoise looking beings,all with shells of rock,sand colored dry skin and an elderly appearance.
The visage of a Land of advanced technology, with flying car like objects,tall metallic skyscrapers,and large holograms depicting various advertisements.
The visage of a land of tall towers,large cathedrals and majestic castles,all with a medieval type of look.
The visage of a land enveloped in mist, Eastern looking constructs all throughout it, black figures that look similar to samurais and Other types of East Asian warriors of Earth's past roaming about.
The visage of a land of greenery,tall Lushful trees and beautiful flowers could be found in it.
The visage of a land of bone,A thick red energy moving like the wind.
The visage of 10 different segments of a Tower.
Currently, the land of Medieval constructs was the one at sight,In this land,a massive white temple held within it beings from all the continents except for Aegis.
Currently, whitin a colosseum looking place, The higher ups of the 8 different unions were looking at the new batch of newcomers,some of them would be true members of the Unions,while others would become slaves.
It all depended on whether they were mortal or immortal.
...
A man of average height with a very muscular physique and a robust face with short brown hair was standing before 18 different people.
They were dressed in grey prison like uniforms.
They had been stuck in the colosseum for almost a week by now, each of them in a different room with nothing but white walls,a white floor and a white ceiling.
Then,they were forcibly taken out of the white rooms by some sort of invisible force and taken to a large arena like place.
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Today,was the day they left the colony house and entered the true 8 Pathways,at least that was the case for most of them,4 of them had just entered the 8 Pathways from the outside world.
They are called the outsiders,those who weren't born inside the 8 Pathways but either willingly entered or were forced to.
The man,Gerahld,Was attentively analyzing them,after a while he said.
"Well there, aren't you lot a bunch of miserable looking motherfuckers?"
"Well, don't worry, your lives are about to get pretty miserable to match your looks."
"Now most of you already know what's going to happen,but for the four who don't...
This is the House of Honor,a Monument located inside the 8 pathways..."
Right after saying that,Gerahld took a pause to look at the 4 of them,three who now had expressions of shock and slight terror.
'huh,less of a commotion than I expected,maybe the white rooms drained them of energy more than I expected...'
This was Gerahld's first time "attending" to the newcomers,he had expected more of a reaction from the outsiders...
In particular,one of them who had a peculiar look showed no change in expression whatsoever.
'huhh,does he not know?,no,it's unlikely,the 8 Pathways are famous throughout the world according to the Wisemen...well this one might make a good war slave,or a gigolo...
As for the rest,I can't see much other options than a common work slave.'
After giving them a while to process the information, Gerahld spoke yet again,
"That's right,the same 8 pathways from the legends,the one called one of the most dangerous locations in all of Era.
You unlucky lot ended up being dragged in here,quite the sorrow huh?,well suck it up motherfuckers,The Rest of us were born in this shit hole.
Now that you understand where you are, I'm sure you know what to expect right?
A life of slavery, being forced to obey orders from fat old fuckers that spend their entire time in leisure, eating the best food, drinking the best booze, fucking the..."
Gerahld paused and looked to the side a little where a serious looking woman was glaring at him and decided not to say the rest out loud.
But Inwardly he thought,
'bitches,like that one...'
"Or of course,you can decide to become a war slave,as a war slave,your treatment will be slightly better,it may be a wise choice..."
Despite saying this,he was quite certain no one would choose to be a war slave,the terrifying nature of being one would scare off even battle hardened warriors,much less this feeble looking bunch...
'altought that one seems different than the rest,his physique seems very well trained and he's strangely calm for the situation...'
After addressing the four outsiders, Gerahld started speaking to all of them.
"Now, I've already told you all you need to know for now, the lot of you will be taken to the slave house,there, your jobs will be given to you,if you are chosen to be a work slave,you will have to visit the palaces of the noble ones every day and do their biding, besides your egos,most likely you won't get harmed,as long as you do your jobs properly.
Now if you are chosen to be a war slave,well, might as well say goodbye to your lives,if you're lucky,you will die soon and peacefully,if not...Well you'll see then."
...
After Gerahld spoke these words,he left, leaving the serious looking woman as the only one accompanying the 18 people.
The woman had tanned skin and a somewhat muscular physique,she was around 180 cm and had a sharp looking face with some slight scars,one around her lips to the left side of her face and one around her right cheekbone.
She had orange hair tied into a ponytail with two fringes and sharp blue eyes.
She wasn't really traditionally attractive for a woman but still had an aesthetic look to her and a unique attractiveness.
She was the one responsible for preparing the slaves to start their service.
The reason why Gerahld had come here,was because she wasn't keen on speaking, therefore, every time a new batch arrived, someone else would be sent to address them.
The woman started walking in a particular direction and the rest followed her immediately after, strangely enough,or maybe not really for this place,no one made a complaint about soon becoming a slave.
None of them had a death wish after all...
...
Venatrix was currently walking towards the slave house,she wasn't particularly in a pleasant mood.
'a bunch of trash...most of them.'
'Mainly because of that stupid rule...'
In the 8 pathways, Fated had to be at the highest level possible in every single thing that had an meaningful effect during combat,this was because of the extreme dangers of the expeditions.
So one would think youths would be trained since young, however, because of the rule that prohibits the noble ones from ever having to do a single hard task in their entire lives,they could only wait until the ceremony is over to then start training the youths who weren't chosen by the crown.
These youths were raised with extreme care and were spoiled since birth,which resulted in them all being soft delicate flowers.
It would be hard if not impossible to turn them into warriors in a short amount of time.
The only hope she had was for someone capable to emerge from the outside.
However,no competent fated appeared,in fact,no fated appeared whatsoever.
'well at least one of them seemed quite promising...'
Venatrix spent most of her time analyzing a youth with a peculiar appearance,Venatrix was a battle hardened warrior, therefore,she had a good eye for spotting people who might become capable warriors themselves.
'That kid...He had the eyes of a predator.'
She could see the gaze of a soldier in him,the look and demeanor of someone who knows the reality of war.
If he turned out to be a capable warrior, although he would not have as much of an effect as a capable fated,he could still make a difference...
Arriving near the Slave house,she stopped before the gigantic red gate and after a while,it opened itself.
Then,she went past the gate and was soon followed by the slaves.
...
VanKcrow currently found himself in a large house,it was rectangular in shape, mostly grey in color with red roofing, there were many pillars and the house had a Eastern design mixed with European.
Specifically,he was in a jail cell, there was no bed or anything else, the gate was completely closed and not a single bit of light could enter the cell.
The only fortunate thing,or unfortunate depending on the person,was that he was alone and didn't have to share a cell.
After an hour or so,the gate opened and a fierce sounding female voice came from outside the cell,
"Food is ready."
