Death… And Me

Chapter 553 - What Do You Think?

Frandin couldn't help but ask.

"Who sent you? Where are your owners?"

Except for Roan, the others became puzzled.

"Owners? What does he mean by that?"

Rean then explained.

"It seems that in this world, all humans are slaves. Every single one of them has owners. Well, I can't really say if it's something that happens in the entire world or just limited to this region. However, our friend Frandin here doesn't seem to believe that we don't have any owners."

Rean didn't conceal his voice, so Frandin was shocked by what he heard. After all, Rean's group talked as if they never had owners before.

"What's happening here? Do you really not have owners? How's that possible? How did you even survive until now?"

Agis narrowed his eyes as he said.

"This guy's quite dumb. He couldn't even figure things out after what we said."

Of course, when Rean mentioned 'this world' to Frandin, it should have become pretty clear that they weren't from the same world.

"What do you mean? Are you saying you aren't from the same world as me? Do you expect me to believe that? First of all, are there even other worlds?"

Agis, Qia, Malaka, and Calina could understand Frandin's doubts. If they hadn't seen everything with their own eyes, they would find it hard to believe as well.

Rean didn't seem to care, though.

"Whether you believe us or not is not our problem. All you need to do is answer our questions."

Frandin then took a deep breath before nodding.

"Alright."

Safety was Frandin's first priority, so he didn't even try to refuse it.

Roan nodded in satisfaction after that.

"You are not as dumb as I thought. Alright. First, tell me more about your race. What are you?"

Frandin didn't expect that to be the first question.

"Well, as I mentioned to that old man there before, I'm part of the Zasfin Race. Our race has a strong mental fortitude... or Soul if you know what it is. Those with bloodlines pure enough can even communicate and feel others of the same level as long as they awaken their Soul Marks. We are inherently well suited to learn new techniques and skills. This is all thanks to our supreme bloodline advantage."

Rean nodded.

"A race strong at Souls, huh? The Lakures' strong point was obviously their Spiritual Energy control due to their specialty over skin meridians. Oh, right! What do you think our human race's strong point is?"

Frandin looked at Rean with a puzzled expression, responding.

"The humans' strong point? Do trash like humans even have a strong point?"

Everyone's mouth twitched in response. This guy was obviously around the same age as them, around his twenties. However, his cultivation was far below their own. Just how does he think he's superior to them?

Rean could tell what the others were thinking, so he explained.

"Don't blame him for his views. We are stronger than him even though we're around the same age, but he grew up seeing the humans as nothing more than slaves. Obviously, he thinks that humans are just there to serve his Zasfin Race. Don't forget that we came from a world where humans dominated, but this is no longer the case."

Frandin looked at them with his eyes open wide! Around twenty? They all looked to be far above their forties or fifties. Is that how humans from their world were supposed to look in their twenties?

Rean understood what Frandin was thinking, so he simply explained.

"Oh, don't misunderstand. This is just my ability to change everyone's appearance. We should revert to our younger versions in a few hours or so."

"I see... I heard about techniques that could change one's body. No wonder, no wonder..."

However, it was then that he noticed a problem.

"Wait! If you're only in your twenties, then what level is your cultivation at the moment?"

Rean pointed at Malaka and Agis before responding.

"They are our weakest members, who are at the Middle Stage Core Formation Realm. The rest of us are at the Peak of the Core Formation Realm."

"Impossible! No one should be able to reach this level at such an earlier age. Unless..."

"Are you part of the Celestial Lands?"

Rean and the others looked at each other, puzzled. Soon, Rean asked.

"Celestial Lands? What's that?"

"You don't know?"

Rean shrugged his shoulders.

"We came from another world, remember? There, the Spiritual Energy was more than twice as dense as it is in this world. Not to mention that all of us had access to Spirit Stones for cultivation. Anyway, that only means we know nothing about this world of yours. If you don't believe us, you can use your Spiritual Sense to check. You should have enough Spiritual Energy in your Dantian to do this much. I'll leave my cultivation open for you to see."

Sure enough, as long as a higher-level cultivator wished to do so, they could let weaker ones feel their strength. That's what Rean did as Frandin checked with his Spiritual Sense. Unsurprisingly, Frandin confirmed that Rean wasn't kidding. He was really in the Peak of the Core Formation Realm. But that wasn't all. Although Frandin couldn't see Rean's actual appearance, his Spiritual Sense allowed him to at least tell Rean's real age. Now he was absolutely sure that Rean was really in his twenties.

"How could this be... Did you really come from another world? A world where Spiritual Energy and Spirit Stones are available for use?"

Rean and the others nodded.

"That's what we have been saying from the start. We don't have owners, nor did we ever have one. First of all, slavery was almost nonexistent back there."

Well, at least Rean didn't find much information about slavery in the capital's records. Nonetheless, there were a few mentions of it in one country or another, but they were very rare in general.

Finally, Frandin decided to ask.

"Is there a way to go to your world?"

In an instant, everyone's expressions turned ugly.

"Do you think we would stay in a world with such a poor cultivation environment if we could go back?"

Frandin had to admit that it was true. Well, as long as what Rean's group was saying was true as well.

However, it was at this moment that he had a bad feeling.

"Wait! Why are you even telling me all of this?"

Roan coldly smiled after hearing that question.

"What do you think?"