Sam disappeared from the chess board.
While the Mountain Master fainted as he entered one of the special spaces in the void where the trio brought the three young masters. Sam didn’t go there of course.
As for how it is possible now, from outside to that space, Sam’s cultivation level and the mountain master’s level are worlds apart, but from the board to the space, their levels are same. Sam didn’t know whether it would work out or not.
But luckily it did.
The Mountain Master stayed there unconscious for fifteen minutes before coming to himself. He was shocked at the start and didn’t know where he was and why he was there.
But after some time, everything came back to him. He looked around trying to find a way out.
Meanwhile, Sam reappeared back at their gathering point.
“So, how did the battle go?”
That is the first thing that they asked as soon as he came.
“It is not good. It is one of the blandest battles ever. All the reputation he gained is because of his tricks and the chessboard kind of eliminated everything. When we are on an even field, it is not even a challenge.”
“But mine went well. His disciples are really good.”
“Mine too.”
“Mine too.”
They are all grinning as if they won one over him. Sam just shook his head and explained the interesting part of it.
“He is just a crazy guy.”
“Really? How crazy is he? Crazier than you?” Philip asked casually as he started drinking.
“In a way, yes.
I think even you guys would do good in a one-on-one battle with him. His style was very simple. He catches you, restrains you, and finally deals with you with some large formation. If not for those large formations that need some time for him to set up, he doesn’t have a decent attacking method that could damage us.
And his strength and techniques are way too dependent on the cultivation level. It would have been a better battle if we are fighting on the real field while operating with subordinates. But in an equal one-on-one spontaneous battle, he is nothing much.”
“So, what are we going to do next?”
“What else is there to do? We just need to wait for him to finish himself off. If my guess is right, he must be freaking out with all of the dying memories haunting him.
Let them torment him for a while in that space and when he comes out, he will finish off the task by himself. Anyway, did you get the heirloom?”
“Yeah, it is good that the three pieces are in the control of the young masters. We just finished assembling it.”
Sam looked at the large metal disc that has there clear sections.
It is filled with runes and when Sam placed his hands on it and injected his spiritual energy, a small projection of the surroundings appeared.
It is like a miniature crystal table, but of course, it doesn’t serve the same purpose. Instead, this thing is a simulator. Sam started thinking about something with his hands still on it and some orbs appeared inside the projection at various spots and a formation was soon created.
The formation inside is simulated and it showed exactly how the formation would be if it was made the exact same way in the actual size around them.
This is a really cool tool. One of the most useful heirlooms there is. But Sam really doesn’t need it much.
His own Divine Dimension is the best for simulation and his own simulator that he made back in Gaja clan is also way superior.
But this could be exchanged for a shit load of resources from the gods.
Apart from that, there are a bunch of other things that they gained. The divine dimension fragments that are on the three young masters. Their massive troves of treasures, their research, and all of that shit.
“What is the situation on the Mountain?”
“The Night members are still there waiting for the Mountain Master. They don’t know what is happening. Most of the outsiders left. They don’t want to be implicated in the deaths of the three young masters.
So, they hurriedly escaped. As for the rest of the miscellaneous subordinates like attendants, I think they were also told to leave the place.”
“So, all that’s left is for that guy to come back. Isn’t it?”
While Sam and his friends are discussing something like this, inside the chess board’s void, the Mountain Master is trying to figure out a way. But there is nothing in front of him to work with and there is only one token in his hand that was stuck to his forehead.
When he tried to mess with the token, he started getting some weird memories of being killed in chess over and over again.
The memories that made him terrified. He wanted to give that up, but after a few layers of decoding, he noticed that the token has a transference inscription on it. But it is locked with several other inscriptions which he has to decode.
This is also part of Sam’s plan. As he was trying to decode one layer after another, he started feeling a sense of dread as he recalled all the dying moments in the chessboard. They freaked him out. Made him afraid and anxious.
He couldn’t stand that feeling and tried to finish it faster. But when he acted like that, he is making errors and for every error, he is going through the memories once again.
It is a curse of illusion that brings up the shittiest memories the target has. It is actually a very basic curse and in a normal situation, this guy would have easily overcome them.
But now the situation is different. He is already shaken and he is not thinking right. He is falling for the curses again and again.
As time passed, he is getting closer to accessing the token and more. After over an hour, he is finally there.
“You cocky bastard. I will definitely kill you. The moment, I am out of here. I will dedicate every second of my life to destroying you and everything that matters to you. Just wait. You bastard.”
He muttered to himself as he injected his spiritual energy into the token.
He disappeared from the spot and reappeared back in the mansion from where he originally came into the board.
As he arrived there. He suddenly felt his power coming back.
“That bastard. How dare he make me remember my past with that suppression. The days that l lived like a rodent. He almost made me relive them. I need to torture him until he begs for death himself.”
As he was thinking along those lines, suddenly he sensed a surge of energy approaching him.
He didn’t even have time to think or gather his energy. A large energy beam that is glowing in white color swept past a section of the mansion in smithereens. The beam attacked the place continuously. After exactly three minutes, when the beam has been cleared, there is a humanoid figure standing in the middle of the crater that was formed.
The figure is distorted. All of the hair was gone. There is not a single spot on his body with any hair. The robes were gone. He is standing there naked.
But his body is not normal. The whole body is distorted in a weird way.
He looked into the horizon.
A carrier has aimed its cannon at his spot from far away. He didn’t know what that carrier is. He cannot recognize it, but he knew for sure that it is the reason for this situation.
He wanted to say something, he was angry, frustrated, weak, and desperate all at the same time. He tried to yell out Sam’s name and curse his ancestors, he wanted to threaten everyone with his name and reputation, and he tried to call for help from the people that owed him favors.
He wanted to do it all, but he couldn’t.
He cannot speak.
Even his other senses are slowly going numb.
He could feel himself going weaker with every second.
By the end of this rollercoaster of emotions, he even wanted to beg Sam to let him live, but he couldn’t.
Because, before he could even contemplate and execute the said action, he already felt the death approaching in the form of another beam.
And as if it is on cue, he sensed a very familiar feeling around him and before he knew it, the formations that are around the mansion were activated.
He could feel all of the energy coming toward him. He looked to the sky one last time, knowing that his time is up.
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
A series of explosions occurred as all the formations around him exploded while the beam was also shot at him from afar.
Just like that, one of the most feared members of the Grey circle died a pathetic death after a pathetic battle.
