My Space-Time System

630  No point fighting

Just as instructed, the carriage driver rode through the streets of Calton at a steady pace. Since it was clear that the passenger wanted to enjoy the view of the city, he only went through the streets of the middle region and the central region. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

After more than two hours of movement, the carriage approached the Adventurer Association building. That was when a thought came to Blake, causing him to call the Driver's attention.

"Stop here." Blake said to the carriage driver who quickly reined the horse.

"Is there anything wrong sir?" The carriage driver asked in fear that he had done something wrong.

"Not at all, I enjoyed every bit of the ride. Here is for the good job." Blake took out a gold coin and handed it over to the driver causing his eyes to widen in shock.

"Thank you so much sir." The driver was stunned by the gold coin but quickly accepted it in fear that Blake would come to his senses and take it back.

"Have a nice day." Blake smiled at the driver and began making his way to the Adventurer Association.

If anyone else who was an enemy of the state was to walk into an Adventurer association, it would be no different from planting a landmine and stepping on it. The Association building was equipped with many defence mechanisms like spatial lockdown, traps, and teleportation to bring the defenders directly to the intruders.

However, all of those didn't bother Blake that much. The Synder empire was no more, so anyone looking to attack him was only digging their graves. And even if they were zealots who would want to sacrifice themselves for his head, he could forcefully break the spatial lockdown and escape. That was if the enemies were too strong to face.

'I doubt there would be anyone who could force me to flee immediately.'

With Ebony and Ivory on his side, even a Battle Angel could not stop him from fleeing instantly. All he had to do was survive for a few seconds, and Cassius, Damian, and the Sea Lords would appear to rain down hell on the enemies.

On approaching the automatic door, Blake expected to be surrounded by people or at least not granted entrance. However, the doors slid open and he made his way into the building.

The moment he stepped in, everyone in the lobby instantly turned to him. Blake couldn't tell if it was his white hair or his all-black dressing or the presence of Ebony and Ivory on his shoulders that made him stand out.

'Definitely the three…' Blake held back his laughter as he walked forward.

A lot of people in the lobby knew about the famous adventurer with a 100% mission success rate who joined the Ash Corps and quickly rose to the rank of Major General before defecting to the League of Assassins and then the Tigeria empire.

A thick cloud of hostility had formed in the lobby, but a slight release of aura from Ebony and Ivory instantly sent shivers down the spine of the adventurers in the area.

Without caring about the glares he got, Blake walked across the lobby and made his way into the Association's restaurant.

'Beautiful as always…'

Blake was about to take a sit on one of the tables but that was when he spotted a familiar face sitting in the bar section.

"You have a lot of guts to show your face here." Zirrack said without turning as Blake approached him.

"I learnt from the best, I guess." Blake replied as he took a sit beside him and ordered a cocktail.

"What makes you think I wouldn't attack you right now?" Zirrack finally dropped his glass cup and turned to him.

"Because you don't care enough about the Synder empire to engage in meaningless squabbles. That is why you left the Ash Corps in the first place." Blake said with an indifferent gaze as the waiter placed the cocktail on the table.

"Hmmm…" Zirrack turned back to his drink and took a shot before squeezing his face and saying. "You are right, but that isn't all. You are confident because you think you can beat me."

"Think?" Blake shook his head and smiled. "It's more like I know I can beat you, and you also know that too."

Normally, such insolent words would have bruised anyone's ego and lead to a brawl out in the bar, but Zirrack didn't care about all that. All he cared about in this life was a good fight.

"Then why don't we go and test it out." A crazed smile appeared on his face.

"I would have loved to indulge you, but not only am I not in the mood, you wouldn't get to enjoy the fight." Blake said as he conjured a darkness tendril, causing Zirrack's eyes to widen in shock.

From his Jail break, a lot of people had learnt that Blake had inherited the space element and that was displayed in the war. However, no one else from Synder expect for Valerius and Luciano which were all dead knew about the darkness element.

Zirrack was so shocked that he began questioning a lot of stupid questions, with one being if elements were now being sold in the market.

"I see…" His expression quickly returned to normal as he requested for another round.

The reason Zirrack Loved fighting was because he believed it was tough battles that broke humans and reforged them into a better version of themselves. However, in a situation where the gap between both sides was too much, the only thing that would be broken down was their will.

"How does it feel having conquered The Synder empire?" Having seen there was no point in fighting, Zirrack made small talk with Blake.

"I don't really care about it, so I don't even know how I feel." Blake chuckled dryly before adding. "I have a whole lot more important things to worry about."

Although Cassius had explained the reason for the invasion and the war, Blake knew that most citizens of Synder wouldn't believe it, but he didn't care about what they thought or felt.