Void Spawn - A litrpg adventure fantasy

A towering wall stood proud and mighty on the horizon. Its brilliance shone in Samael's tinted red eyes. He wonders whether Aphemis really sent him to a normal city.

He passed by multiple carriages on his way to the gate; all of them were decorated with precious jewels along with their glimmering golden walls.

However, on the way inside, he was blocked by guards draped in silver armor. On their hand nested a spear twice his height.

"Show us your identification card" The guard said. Their spears forming an impenetrable wall.

Samael's brows furrowed as he delved in his Dragons Hoard remnant. He withdrew a silver plate the size of a stone with his name etched on its steel surface.

"Is this it...?" Samael asked as he gave the guards the silver plate.

The armored sentry closely inspected the card before handing it back to Samael. "You are free to enter..."

Samael threw the card back to his storage remnant and went forward, uncertainty and curiousity lingering in his pupils. Even as a child, his family chose to live in a secluded place, one far away from cities such as this. The reason being? He doesn't know.

A spear planted itself before him, blocking his path inside. Samael halted his steps and shot a glance at the guard.

"...And welcome to the sanctuary of silver, Erudicio." The guard followed with a small nod.

The city behind the towering silver walls was bustling. People ran about their daily lives while the road was dotted with stalls of different varieties.

Some sell fruits, fish, and vegetables, while others sell clothes and unique items. Mundane folks sang songs as they bartered and traded their goods, wide smiles plastered on their faces.

The atmosphere here was too... Peaceful.

A foreign and odd sensation for someone like him who spent the majority of his life exposed to innumerable dangers.

He felt alone here. Perhaps because he hasn't been in a city for years, or he simply misses the feeling of companionship.

Lilith... No. He made a vow, and he intends to keep his word.

He shook his head, banishing the worthless thoughts away. First things first, he needs money. In order to get money, he needs a job.

A sigh escaped his lips. He sat down beside the alleyway and watched the people come and go, his eyes lost deep in thoughts.

What job can I take? He wondered. He needs something that works well with his expertise and benefits him as well.

But where does he excel at?

The only thing he's ever done is kill and survive in a forest full of vicious abominations.

How about becoming a butcher? No, the animals do give me essence, but I won't be able to train my fighting capabilities. With that in mind, I suppose most of the jobs present here don't meet my criteria. This is troublesome... I guess I'll look around, maybe I'll find something useful. Samael ruffled his hair. Raising to his feet he dusted himself.

The contents of his [Dragon's Horde] ring contains gold, food, clothes, and other basic necessities a person needs to survive. So for now, he can relax and leisurely explore the city of silver.

Samael wandered aimlessly; exploring the city was more entertaining than he expected.

The streets were blooming with people and entertainment stalls. All the restaurants he passed by were filled to the brim with customers.

He wanted to enter the "entertainment district" but an adult stopped him from doing so.

However, this exploration of his bore no fruits. He sat down with a resounding sigh when a shadow stood before him, seemingly emerging out of the blue.

Shifting his gaze up, he saw a man adorned in steel armor, its surface dull and painted crimson.

The putrid stench would be unbearable for others, but for someone like him? It'll take more than this to make him flinch.

The man clad in steel armor, had swords sheated all over his body and pouches that contained vials of different proportions. He wasn't too big or too small, but he stood tall and strong.

Weirdly, It's almost like he's known this man before. There's a strange familiarity.

Samael's eyes narrowed down. Why did this man approach him? And what is this odd familiarity nesting in his heart?

"Move." A monotonous voice said.

Samael glanced back and slowly moved out of the way. So I was blocking his path. Well, that explains it. He scratched his cheeks and cleared his throat.

He cast a glance at the establishment and noticed a wooden sign.

"Watchers Guild." His forehead creased as he step foot inside.

Opening the door, Samael winced as he's bombarded by the booming noise of the folks inside. However, he can't help but notice that they all had one thing in common. Their figures were adorned in armors and they wielded weapons of all kinds.

Samael's eyes wandered about. The building wasn't extravagant. It's made of wood and painted white. There are also boards in the middle of the building, where most of the crowds flock mercilessly. In the far corner of the establishment was a reception area cut into four parts. One of which is occupied by the man he saw earlier.

Samael went forward and approached the armored individual. He tapped his shoulders and asked. "Hey, mister, what's this place?" His voice leaving a trail of echo in the room.

Pin-drop silence engulfed the building. Dozens of eyes curiously casted their gazes at him, while others exclaimed in disbelief. Their whispers trailing close.

"Poor boy, he's going to be ignored by that man."

"How did a kid get here?"

"Is he dumb? Don't people know what this place is?"

"Dumbass, that's a kid!"

"Yuck. Did he just touch all that blood without flinching?"

They all had their own remarks, but Samael didn't bat an eye. However, it seems that this man holds quite a reputation in this place, and that just piqued his curiosity even more.

Samael opened his mouth to ask again when a voice echoed in his ears. "This is the Watchers Guild."

The crowd gasped in unison, their eyes widened in disbelief. Whispers shrouded the building in a flash.

"He talked!"

"What the hell?! I have to get this news out!"

"I think I drank too much..."

"But you only had 1 cup..."

Samael's brows raised. What is wrong with these people? Have they never heard someone speak?

He shook his head and faced the man once more. "Can you elaborate?"

The man finally shot a glance at him, and with his monotonous voice, he replied. "Ask the receptionist." Samael just nodded in response and did as he was told.

"The watchers guild is an organization that handles monster affairs, specifically those that are caused by rifts. We take care of abominations that are causing troubles and help in maintaining peace and pest control. The jobs we do range from subjugation to even population control of such beasts. This of course is handled by the watchers, or people who sign up to handle such jobs. In return, they earn money and privileges." The receptionist answered with a patient smile.

"In a way, we maintain the peace of the city and ensure the safety of the populace." She added.

Samael's eyes shone radiant. A job that specialises in monster hunting? That's what he's been looking for!

Inching closer, he asked. "How can I join?"

Another wave of silence shrouded the building.

...

"HAHAHAHAHA"

Thunderous laughter shook the establishment.

A burly man made his way towards him, tears marring his eyes. "Good joke, kid! Hahahaha, I haven't had such a laugh in a while."

Samael tilted his head, his brows arching upwards. "Huh? Joke? I'm not joking though. I actually wish to join," He said truthfully.

The crowds laughter withered away, the atmosphere inside the watchers guild took a dip.

"Don't joke like that kid. You don't seem to understand, but this line of work isn't for brats like you. We kill monsters you dream of in your nightmares and handle blood and death on a daily basis. Go home and eat your porridge, then come back once you're old enough." The man replied, his carefree demeanor now dark and grim.

Samael's grip tightened, his fingers drilling down the wooden desk. The staff swiftly backed away, their gaze fixated on the cracks etched on the table.

"I am not weak," Samael retorted, a deep drown distorting his face.

The man narrowed his gaze, his burly frame inching closer. He towered over Samael, the boy barely reaching his stomach.

"Well, it sure seems like it," he responded, his icy tone heavy and unforgiving.

The air shook in anticipation. The suffocating silence reigning over the building.

"Back off, Imgar," a deadpan voice interjected.

Imgar casted a sidelong glance. His gaze meeting the mysterious man.

Imgar opened his mouth, ready to retort when the man clad in steel shot a silent glance at him.

The burly man sewed his mouth shut, gritting his teeth as he backed away.

The receptionist hurriedly bowed. "I'm sorry for what Imgar did there! Please do not take it to heart. He is a kind person; it's just that he has a son your age that he lost in one of the cataclysms. He merely wishes that you do not suffer the same fate," the woman explained in a panic.

Samael's ears twitched, his brows arching upwards. "Cataclysms?"

The woman covered her mouth, her eyes jolted wide. Forming a crooked smile with great difficulty, she responded. "It's... It's nothing..."

Samael's forehead creased. He opened his mouth, but the receptionist immediately cut him off. "...As Imgar said, this isn't a job for kids. We don't accept anyone below the age of 16. I'm very sorry."

Samael scratched his head. What was he supposed to do now? If the watchers guild forbids him to join, then his goal of hitting two birds with one stone is far-fetched. Although he can hunt on his own and do a separate job, it will take a large chunk out of his training time. Besides, with his ignorance on such aspects, it's nearly implausible to get such jobs.

"But can't he just undergo the special test?" A voice in the crowd chimed in.

"You dumbass!" Another voice roared. However, it's too late.

Samael gazed at the woman, his eyes narrowed down. "What do they mean by a special test?"

The receptionist sighed. This kid wasn't giving up. Her conscience is really going to kill her, but it's her job. What can she do?

"The special test is for those who wish to join but due to circumstances, cannot. By completing the test, you may join the guild and become an official member of the watchers," she explained with a heavy heart.

Samael's face beamed. "So what's the test?"

The woman released a deep sigh, beckoning the boy to follow. The crowd dispersed after that, a single thought raging in their mind.

"He's going to fail."

***

The receptionist led Samael to a room deeper in the establishment. The chamber was spacious but simple. It had a 4-inch-thick steel wall that was built to stop awakened attacks.

In the far corner of the room, a man sat idle. Upon noticing their arrival, a wide grin slithered its way to his face.

The man hurriedly made his way towards them, performing an elegant bow to the receptionist. Completely ignoring Samael's existence.

"How have you been, Lize?" The man asked with a soft tone. In which the receptionist responded with cold indifference.

"I'm fine. Also, that's LADY Lize for you. We're not here for pleasantries; do your job, please." The man's hands balled into a fist, which didn't go unnoticed to Samael.

"Ahh, yes, yes," he said as he glanced at Samael, a sharp glint dancing behind his pupils. "If you may,"

Lize quietly stood at the corner of the room, a clip board nesting in her hands.

"The test is simple. You just need to pass the trial given to you by your instructor. You may not use weapons or items. Aside from that, everything is allowed. That's all," She explained briefly.

Samael gave a stiff nod, his gaze piercing his so called "instructor."

The man bowed once more, his demeanor calm again. "My name is Sebastian, and I will be your test instructor. Nice to meet you." He opened his palm and sent it forward.

"My name is Samael." He reached out to Sebastian's hand and shook it.

Fool Sebastian thought.

Sebastian's knuckles fell snow white under his unrelenting grip. However, silence shrouded the chamber.

Sebastian's eyes jolted open, his brows furrowed. He yanked his hand back, his gaze fixated on his palms.

"Is something the matter?" Lize asked.

Sebastian strained out a forced laugh, his smile visibly quivering. "It's fine; everything's okay!" He exclaimed.

"Then, please explain," Lize said, her brows furrowed.

Sebastian cleared his throat as he spoke. "Ah, yes... The trial is simple. You just need to meet the criteria by reaching a minimum amount of strength, agility and combat intellect. Or... you can beat me. But let's not get ahead of ourselves now? Yeah?"

Lize rolled her eyes at Sebastian's arrogance.

Sebastian shifted his gaze towards Samael. "If you will, Lady Lize," he said, his hands tucked deep in his pockets.

The receptionist gave a small nod. She raised her arm and announced, "Let the test..."

"Begin!"

The moment her hand fell, Samael's figure turned to a blur.

Sebastian's eyes bolted wide, he ripped his arm out of his pocket, tearing his leather pants as he sent them forward, forming a makeshift shield.

A resounding boom left trails of echo in the room as Samael's fist hammered Sebastian's wrist.

Sebastian flew a few steps back, his breathing ragged. Slowly, he cast a glance at his trembling arms.

"ARGHHHHHH!!!!" His blaring wail resonated through the chamber walls, filling the room with his agonizing scream. He buckled down, tears meandering down his cheeks.

His forearm weaved in unnatural directions, his flesh slowly, but surely, being devoured by a dark smoke.

Onyx black smoke seeped out of Samael's fist, his eyes devoid of emotions as he watched the man flail in pain.

Lize held her mouth in shock as she ran towards Sebastian. She might despise the man, but an injury of this degree is by no means a joke.

"Was it necessary to go that far?" She asked the boy. To begin with, she wasn't expecting Samael to release a force of that magnitude! He was a kid, for goodness sake!

With trembling hands, she examined Sebastian's arm.

This is bad... The man's arm was corroding. If left untreated, it might completely destroy his arms. His bones are splintered too! How is this possible? She thought in bewilderment.

"The corrosion won't last for long." Samael chimed in. For starters, the damage mainly came from his punch, not the corrosion. His "instructor " is simply over reacting. Besides, at his current level, his Void tier is too low to deal that much change. At most he'll cause some minor burns.

Samael watched the spectacle unfold, his hands resting on his pockets. "The moment we shook hands, he applied enough force to shatter someone else's bones. If I were an ordinary person, I wouldn't even be standing here."

He has no mercy for people who intend to hurt him or the people he loves. That's his motto. And this man attempted to do just that the moment they met.

Lize's eyes widened as she remembered how Sebastian pulled his hand back with haste.

So that's what that was earlier... The woman slowly withdrew.

Sebastian's screams have ceased now. The corrosion in his arms nowhere to be seen, leaving his skin slightly charred.

"You're not seriously believing him, right?" he asked, tears painting his face.

Lize jerked her head to the side, refusing to even glance at the man.

"You... you believe him over me?! You can't be fucking serious!!!" Sebastian roared.

Lize knew that this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. There have been multiple reports of Sebastian not only hitting on the staff members but also violating the rules by hurting the examinees too badly. Sometimes even completely crippling them.

Sebastian's visage contorted in rage. Slowly, he rose to his feet. "YOU FUCKING CUNT!!! YOU'RE ONLY A WHORE AND YOU BELIEVE A KID YOU'VE ONLY SEEN FOR THE FIRST TIME?!" He spat in pure rage.

"COME HERE YOU BITCH!" Blinded in rage, he threw himself at the woman.

Lize tensed up, his eyes shut close as she waited for the crazed lunatic.

BANG!

Her eyes shot open, a smudge of confusion glimmering on her pupils. Sebastian was plastered on the ground, his face buried in the concrete floor, his blood staining the smooth surface of the room.

Samael's foot comfortably nested on the man's head. Pale black steam seeping out of his palm.

"Ma'am, did I pass?" he asked. Lize broke from her stupor and nodded stiffly, her mouth open and her hair disheveled.

"Ye..yes..you passed..."

***

Two men walked out of the room, dragging along Sebastian under the order of someone they referred to as "the guild master". Apparently, he handles this whole place and is the boss of this whole operation.

"Please come meet me in my office. Oh, and bring Ajax with you." These were his orders before he left to fix the mess caused by Sebastian.

"Are we in trouble?" Samael asked, his brows furrowed tight. I just passed the test, don't tell me I'm getting kicked out?

Lize and Samael are making their way to the guild master's office. As for Ajax, he was already there the moment they asked for his whereabouts.

Coincidentally, the man adorned in steel was the man the guild master was addressing.

"Don't worry. The guild master won't punish you since you saved me from harm," she explained, a small gentle smile tugging at the corner of her lips. This soothed Samael's nerves and allowed him to lower his guard a little.

When they arrived. Lize knocked three times before a voice beckoned them to enter.

"Come in,"

Lize pushed the door open and invited Samael to enter with her.

"Excuse our intrusion," she said, her stance low as she bowed to the Guild master.

He was a man in his forties. He has hair white as snow that's combed back and a beard that's delicately trimmed. He wore a white and brown vest that hugged his muscular body perfectly. A faint veil of authority lingered close to him. The likes of which Aphemis possesses.

There's also a huge scar on his left temple that trails to the other side of his face, specifically towards his jaw.

"Please, do not be too stiff and make yourselves comfortable," he said, his tone deep yet calming.

"How have you been, Miss Lize? I'm very sorry for the awful treatment of our fellow... Previous Instructor Sebastian. I will make sure nothing of such happens again." The man apologized.

Lize's demeanor jumped off the balcony. Flustered, she hurriedly assured him that it was all okay.

"Hahahaha, no need to be so fidgety." The man laughed in amusement. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he fixated his gaze on Samael.

"And you're the examinee that crippled his arms," he said. His eyes carving deep on Samael.

A lone bead of sweat trickled down Samael's forehead.

After an eternity of staring, the guild master finally did something. He took Samael's hand at a speed his eyes couldn't react to and shook it vigorously. "Thank you so much for protecting a dear member of the watchers. I am indebted to you," he said.

Noticing how stiff he was, the guild master retracted his hands at once. "Ehem. Sorry about that. I just realized, I haven't properly introduced myself. Where are my manners?" He scratched his cheek and continued.

"My name is Icarius Malekov. I am an awakener of the Deity rank and the guild master of the watcher guild in this sanctuary," he said.

Deity...? Samael wondered. He hasn't seen anything of that rank in the codex. Not yet, at least.

Then that only means that this man in front of him is a human of great power. Probably the strongest human he's seen yet. I wonder how he'll fare with Aphemis.

Icarius cast a sidelong glance at the man clad in steel. He sat unmoving, akin to a doll, which really creeps Samael out a little. Why? He can't sense him. He has no presence whatsoever. Almost like he's air.

"Ajax," Icarius said.

The armored individual shifted his gaze towards the guild master.

"Icarius." He said.

The two nodded in acknowledgement.

"Now let's get to the main point," Icarius cleared his throat. "The reason I brought you all here is to congratulate Samael over here for joining the guild. He's the youngest by far, and yet he already surpasses most of his peers, physically at least." Icarius continued.

"I don't see how this concerns me," Ajax interjected. In which Icarius released a low chuckle.

"Oh, but it does," he pointed at the man and said.

"You'll be his assigned instructor."