"Have i finally returned?" he thought and began to test his feet on the ground. He was wobbly at first but with every passing breath, his legs then turned firm in their stance.
Evenly spread apart, chin up high and calm roving eyes in the barely familiar scene around him. In an instant, the boy looked like an Emperor that was here to survey his dominion in its full entirety.
"Are you really okay, boy?" the same voice nagged again at the consciousness of the newly arrived traveler of time. The speaker was flabbergasted with how unseemly the boy acted.
There was blood all over the young one's body and even his face was full of knuckle wounds as the suffering the boy had was clearly seen on that desolated portion alone.
His clothes were filled with dirt, caked with his own blood, and mangled with the threads torn in pieces.
If this kind samaritan did not know any better, then he would have thought that the boy was a walking dead and not one amongst the living in this world.
He would have indeed concluded the truth as such if the boy had not moaned to satisfy his due curiosity in the matter. And of course, this was also a boon to much of his relief.
He was particularly fearful to touch the wounded boy with how ghastly he appeared at this moment.
"You did good, mortal. If you have any difficulties in the future, call me and i will repay you this favor..." the boy merely took one glance and began shuffling away, dragging one leg round the corner.
And before he totally disappeared from view, the boy added with these words that was softly brought about by a gust of wind.
"I am... Blood Sovereign."
The unlikely passerby could not believe his ears but unbeknownst to him, he had chanced upon a once in a lifetime luck that even the Primordial Dragons of Old would shed blood,
sweat and tears just to have this kind of fate.
If he would use it or not, that still remains to be seen but all of this was put behind the boy's mind as the future held no merit for him whatsoever.
The time to act, perhaps the most important of all, was always at the present. The past is no more and the future had no current value whatsoever.
Of all timelines, it was ever the present that has the greatest meaning among the three.
"No money and they even robbed me of my phone. Even my backpack. I need to recuperate first or it would be laughable indeed to die a few seconds after i came back."
The boy thought and eventually decided to go to the most practical place available for him.
About ten more minutes of slow walk and approximately a hundred men and women looking at him like he was some monkey from a circus, the boy finally arrived.
"What the hell happened to you?!" a loud voice asked in panic. Immediately, strong hard hands gathered the boy towards the huge doors of what seemed to be a prestigious university.
"I've been mugged." the boy only replied and let himself be led into the entrance of the school.
"Damn! Those fuckers are really getting bolder by the day. Come, let me get you some help inside the campus clinic." the helper was of course one of the stationed guards in the school.
Although he had not known the boy personally but with the distinctive uniform the student wore, no matter how unsightly it had become,
it was a no brainer for him to ascertain that this wounded child was indeed a student of the university.
"Hey, Marie! I'm gonna get this boy some help, okay?! Check the male students's lane for me, will you?" the good school guard yelled for a woman on the other side.
The university had two entrances which barred the way for each gender. Marie was stationed in the female students's lane.
"Okay, Perry! Just close the door on your side." Marie replied as her eyes wandered at the wounded boy's body with apparent worry on her big chubby face.
The guard Perry nodded once and wasted no time to take the boy towards the clinic.
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"Do you want me to call your parents?" a beautiful lady asked. She was the campus doctor and had just finished cleaning up the flesh wounds on the boy's body.
What was peculiar during her inspection was the ugly scars on the student's belly. It seemed like multiple stab wounds.
She guessed that the boy had accrued such afflictions for maybe three to five year prior. The lovely doctor could only sigh at how cruelly life had treated this child.�
"No, I'd rather i tell them myself later. Thank you, woman." the boy who sat on the white bed inside the clinic, replied calmly.
The boy's speech had also unnerved the doctor at first but judged that the student might have been still shocked at the ordeal he went through and so she just let it be in the end.
"Okay. You can rest here until classes ends. If you have something you need, just call for me." the lady doctor said and with one last look at the poor boy, she turned around and exited the room.
The boy looked at the body of the delicious woman with unperturbed eyes.
Although the lady appeared much tempting in white garb and long milky legs under such a tight short skirt, the sight never aroused the man inside the boy. Not in the slightest.
For how many goddesses and fairy maidens had he seen in the past? There was simply too many of them to count.
To move his heart strings, the woman must be beyond compare. A matchless beauty, same as the harem he acquired in his long immortal years.
"Now that I've returned, it's time to make those dogs pay. But first, i need strength." the boy muttered and arranged himself in a lotus position. It took a mere breath for him to feel the energy in the air.