The Last Warlock

Mack pondered for a few seconds why the rune circuit was not working, and quickly came with a plausible answer.

"Right, I'm on Earth. The Essence here is lower."

Said Mack, already drawing a new circuit that not used the essence from the environment but from an essence crystal.

Finishing the drawing, Mack took an essence crystal from his backpack and put over the rune circuit and pressed his thumb.

For Mack, the good thing about essence crystals is that they could be used multiple times if the essence used was low, because he had only a few of them remaining.

The runespell activated, and Mack saw a small line of blood trembling intensely in the circuit.

It was the direction he had to follow, and by the frequency it was trembling, Mack knew it was close. .

Mack deactivated the runespell, put the essence crystal in his backpack, and walked in the direction the rune circuit told.

Mack kept walking but saw nothing odd until he came right in front of the town hall building. A three floors building made all with glass panes and very modern for a small city.

Mack entered the building and instantly saw to where the rune circuit was pointing him to.

Hundreds of corpses pilling up one above the other.

Childrens, a lot of them, all dead and rotting.

The putrid smell assaulted Mack's nose, making him wanting to puke his own guts out, but Mack walked forward.

Because a few steps from him, he saw a what looked to be the mayor of the city, on the floor.

Mack approached and looked at the mayor's right hand, and beneath it read a few lines of dried blood

# smith #

Mack read the blood trail and knew what it mean, the residents probably were all called to the town hall and brutally executed, and the mayor tried to point to the culprit if by chance someone came to investigate, but they would not. Mack knew that not a single soul would step on this island, otherwise they would have chosen a less flashy way of killing them.

It was not the first time that Mack saw this same name.

"John Smith"

It was the one that killed his father.

Mack knew for sure that he had more people behind him. But he was the one that kept appearing every time that Mack showed his face somewhere.

The worst part was that they killed everyone involved with Mack.

No matter what Mack did, whatever he went, a pile of bodies was left behind. The blame? all on Mack's shoulders.

That was one of the reasons why Mack avoided people until now.

Except for Kirakira.

This was always his turf.

But not anymore.

[What are you going to do, kid?]

Asked his ancestor, freaking Mack out of his rage stupor he was in.

"What do you think? Kill them all"

Said Mack, already jumping to the sky, crossing several floors of the building in a blink of an eye.

The glass panes of the building he was in broke all at the same time, as if a bomb had exploded in the building.

But Mack didn't have a scratch on him.

Reaching almost a hundred meters above the building, Mack activated his domain.

Essence quickly created a 'transparent wall' behind Mack and he flexed his legs again, jumping horizontally to the clear sky ahead.

His destination? The capital of Kirakira.

Mack could levitate all the way there using his air control, but was too slow for him.

Jumping using his domain runespell was more effective and was also the first way that Mack learned how to 'fly'.

Behind him, followed his ancestor, like a ghost that no one could see. His speed was not lower than Mack, but differently from Mack, his flight didn't make any noise or disturbance.

'kids, always full of drama'

Thought Harlack, but then remembering what he read from Mack's mind, he too thought he would do the same in his place.

It was the killer of his father.

'Lets hope this way the kid will find closure, otherwise, things will take too much time.'

Thought Harlack, remembering they had to be quick or they would lose the window.

'...And the next window will be only in almost two hundred years... The kid will be an old man by then....'

Two hours later, Mack finally reached the other city, but he controlled his speed to not freak out the entire city when coming close to it

~tap~

~tap~

Mack lightly landed on the top of a building.

He came to this city only a few times in his life, and all the times, Mack avoided any camera or thing that could leave a trail about him.

Even his voice, Mack avoided talking in any circumstances. One time, he even pretended to be a mute when he had to talk with a local to get some food.

But this time, Mack would do the exact opposite of that.

He first had to attract those people here.

He would leave one very noticeable trail about his presence here.

He would get himself jailed.

'There is no way for them to not come here.'

Thought Mack. For him, the plan was very simple and straightforward.

There was nothing that could go wrong.

Mack kept running or avoiding cops all his life. He knew everything that someone could possibly know to be unnoticeable.

"And here I'm now. Wishing to go to the jail"

Mack looked below the building he was and saw a dark alley with a few homeless guys sleeping.

Mack jumped from the building and kicked both his boots together.

The boots started to work, and Mack slowly fell to the ground.

~tap~

~tap~

Even the homeless guy a few steps from where Mack landed didn't wake up.

Walking by the streets, Mack finally could feel some kind of freedom. Maybe because he was back at Earth and didn't need to run or hide.

But many people kept glaring at Mack, no matter where he went, people kept giving odd glares at Mack as if he was an alien or some clown.

One guy even pointed his hand at him and started murmuring something under his breath while shaking his head.

Mack almost chose that guy for a beating.

"Why they keep glaring at me?"

[Maybe because you are using a cape, or maybe it's because of the two swords?]

Mack slapped his own face.

"I was so eager to come that I even forgot about changing clothes! such a morron!"

[I think.... it's definitely because of the red eyes. Yes.]

"Shut up, old man!"

Screamed Mack in the middle of the street, and with that a lot of people passing by quickly turned ways to avoid him.

[hahhahahha Now you scared them even more]

Before Mack could even blink, he saw someone holding a smartphone and taking pictures of him.

'Do they think I'm doing some kind of cosplay?'

Asked himself Mack, seeing more people by the corner of his eyes doing the same while he walked by.

[What is cosplay kid?]

'It's when you use a costume of some hero from animes or movies'

[Oh, like Halloween?]

'How do you know about that, old man?'

Thought Mack, while posing for a picture that someone was taking.

[Are not you going to kill or rob someone to go to the jail? What are you doing?]

"Nah, I just found a better way to do that, hahhahahah"

Laughed Mack, thinking that society was really doomed if some aliens popped in like him in the middle of streets.

Mack grabbed his two swords and made a cross in the air and soon enough a dozen of people were taking pictures of him.

Mack stopped by the side, thinking that this should be enough to attract those mages to the city and was about to find a place to sit and just wait when someone threw a few coins to his feet.

Mack looked below, but before he could even raise his head, more coins came.

"Thinking again..... It's been a long, long time without a burger."

And with that, the strongest men on Earth became a beggar.

[Second strongest]

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