Chapter 54 Revenge

He lied.

But Flint was unaware of that. He stared daggers at Damien and asked, his tone a bit low, "What do you mean by that?"

"I want you to be the sole survivor of this clan. I want you to suffer. I want you to nurture hatred within your heart. I want you to live by anger for the rest of your life." Damien said with utmost seriousness, and did not stop there.

"Pain. Anger. Hatred. These are the components required to bring about one's potential to its limit. So don't hold them back. Use them to your heart's content and–"

Flint, through unbridled rage, roared at Damien, cutting off his monologue, "I DONT WANT TO HEAR ANY OF THAT!! I WANT MY FAMILY BACK, NOW!!!"

Boom!!

"..."

Damien paused, then frowned. He seemed displeased and annoyed at Flint's disrespect, but kept everything to himself. "Unfortunately, they are in hell."

He said, and then stood up. Flint hurriedly looked up and was about to crawl back in feae, but Damien pushed him back down, repeating, "Pain. Anger. Hatred. These are the components required to bring about one's potential to its limit. So don't hold them back. Use them to your heart's content and..."

He paused, and stared down at Flint, like a god looking down on a mortal. Like a king, looking down on a peasant. He even held him by the collar, and brought their faces close, "...come get your revenge, once you've reached your peak."

He then threw him back down, and left the small hut, leaving behind Flint, who was half in pain, half in anger. Emotional pain at that. He grit his teeth and roared out at the top of his lungs.

This was his heart speaking, his heart's desire, his subconscious thoughts, his true feelings. "GAAWWDD!! TO HELL WITH THAT!! TO HELL WITH REVENGE!! JUST KILL ME, SEND ME WHERE MY FAMILY IS!!"

"AAAAARRGGHHH!!!"

Flames burst out of his body and exploded out into terrifying flames that burnt down his hut. It was reduced to nothing but cinders, and then the flames slowly died down.

And with that, it revealed the kneeling Flint, who cried his tears out, in both pain and anger. His body slightly trembling.

But happy times never last, so does sad times. A sound of someone clapping their hands rang out, causing the unsightly Flint to slowly raise his head to look up.

"..."

And what met his sight, was a group of thousands of falsarians, staring down at him in silence, and pure shock.

Most even held back their laughter, and were trembling from time to time. While some gave him pitied gazes, and others, a few, were embarrassed for him.

And Damien, stood at the very front, and expressionlessly clapped his hearts, adding, "Bravo, bravo young man. That was quite... something. Even I am impressed."

"..."

Flint was speechless, and still in disbelief. He could not believe what was going on. He could not understand everything.

But he could understand one thing though, "You... you guys... are still alive?" His shoulders slumped down in relief, and a silly smile still hiding pain appeared on his lips.

"You're still alive... you're still alive... you're, you're all still, alive..." He kept murmuring and murmuring, and at some point, tears broke down from his eyes.

He was now happy. And relieved.

"..."

Everyone within the village paused, and looked at the young boy before them. No more held back laughter. No more trembling. No more embarrassment.

Just sadness, sympathy and pity.

They now got to understand their little boy a lot more than they thought they did. Damien saw this, and stood aside, letting destiny take its course.

As for his next action, it was to find the first Mana source resource that he would later take back home. But before that, he had to go get a few special stones.

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Time went by, and Damien found himself within a small hut in the evening. Before him was Flint, and besides Flint was Fou, and besides Fou, was little Fin.

Damien never explained himself, or the main purpose of coming here. As for this discussion, it had to do with his departure.

"You're really leaving?" Flint asked, and Damien nodded. He frowned and seemed conflicted, then asked, "And you're really not going to tell me more about yourself?"

The young man was now sorted, and his mentality restored. He could now better understand the situation, and was forgiven by his people.

"Yeah." Damiem said, then turned to Fou, "I'll be leaving tomorrow morning. As for the damages I've made, I talked to the old man Fez, and he said I'll talk to you."

Fou nodded sternly, "Yes, sir. What would you like to tell me?" She asked. She now had newfound respect for Damien, and almost everyone believed he was a god.

After all, fate, his knowledge, his martial arts proficiency, and his charm, they were greatly beyond just being mortal, or even at the demigod level.

To them, he was a powerful god, or one of the few most powerful demigods. Basically, he was godly to them. Hence the respect.

"Nothing much. I just want to give you the coordinates and means of transportation of a new environment. If, you really want to join my entourage." He added.

"Really?" Fou asked, expectant and happy at that. She had to be, after all, Damien seemed promising and powerful.

"Yes." Damien did not beat around the bush and presented the Teleportation scrolls to them. They were Tier 3 materials, and could teleport a thousand beings at the same time.

Fifteen of them could easily take this whole settlement back to the pixie realm. Then he presented seven barrels of faith, that could greatly help one in attaining godhood.

As long as they maxed out their level, and could absorb faith, they only needed to convert their Mana to Divine power, and truly step into the realm of gods.

Divine power was highly refined Mana with reality altering effects. With enough, one could change the universe to their liking, or even shape reality in their image.

And Damien just presented such a path to them. Fou and Flint were speechless. They did not even know how to accept all of this.

"Don't say anything. I am a benevolent man. I treat my people with kindness, and my enemies with ruthless. If you agree to fall under my command, of course I will spoil you."

He said, catching the attention of all three beings. He then added, "It all depends on your choice. If you accept, I'll make you into gods. If you disagree, I'll still give you resources worth your village, and more for the trouble caused."

"Sleep on it, and come with a reply before I... on second thoughts, you can think about it for a while longer. In the meantime, Flint." He called out, and the young man in question hurriedly responded, "Yes, sir."

"I have a few broken down artifacts, and many resources... do you think you can make something out of this for me?" He asked, and Flint beamed at that question.

His sub-class was all about creation.

He could now create unique artifacts with the right resources and enough time, especially with the help of both his classes.

"I would love to." Flint responded, dwarfing down the excitement within his heart. Plus, this way, he could win over the heart of this man for his people!!

Damien nodded, and was about to end the conversation, when Fou presented a matter to him. "Sir Damien. About the vampire. What should we do about it?"

"Oh, that..." Damien paused and thought about it carefully. Since everyone would be leaving to the Pixie Paradise, then the vampire would not dare go over there.

Even if he did, he would just die from the power that the pixie's held. Hence there was no need for him to worry much about him.

"Don't worry. Where I am sending you, is an especially well protected place. A place were all residents are gods through an through, regardless of their sizes." He said as such, and Fou nodded.

She did not take his words into my consideration. She knee that gods could range from being as small as kids, to as large as giants and titans.

"Alright. Thank you for your time." She said, and bowed. Flint and Fin also bowed towards him as well, and Damien waved them off just like that.

The trio left, and Damien frowned. The vampire knew a lot about Fate thanks to his Unique Abilities, hence he will probably know of what was going on right now.

Luckily, it would take a month even for him to travel here at full speed, which Damien knew he still had at most two to three weeks.

Until then, he had to get stronger, and prepare for worse while on his journey. After all, this vampire god... was not just a mere lesser god, but a whole Rank higher.

A peak greater god at that.