Chapter Five: The Legend Begins

  In the arena, intense crashing sounds kept coming, "Is this really effective, Dis?!" Francis asked, dodging two flying rocks that came at him head-on.

  "My little universe tells me, adult you have no less than my spiritual power, so controlling this power is a matter of time. As for this training, it's the fastest method. And when you control this power, you'll find out how terrifying the potential of this body is." Diess thought to himself silently.

  Francis dodged the incoming attack once again and landed a powerful cannon punch on the slowly moving boulder. Dis saw this and directly used his mind control to manipulate two rocks from behind to launch a sneak attack. Francis turned around, intending to jump away, but his body was struck by the two rocks and sent flying. "What's wrong, sir? You could have clearly dodged that!" Francis lay on the ground, wryly smiling: "It's not that I couldn't dodge, it's just...I'm too hungry!" Francis rubbed his belly. "Let's call it a day here, Dis."

  "Sir, if you're just hungry... shouldn't we be able to continue training? As a..."

  Cutting off Dice's words, Francis said: "I still understand the situation of this body a little! If I'm hungry! It's impossible to exert my combat power, and now I'm afraid I won't be able to dodge your attack!"

  "Is it?" Dais was a bit uncertain, but still dispersed the manipulating stone's mind.

  "My body has merged with the Saiyan bloodline, although the system says it was unsuccessful! But judging from the current situation, it should be a successful merge. How to say... This body is completely unable to fight in a state of hunger! Until now, he still doesn't know that he hasn't successfully merged with Francis, naively thinking that he has already succeeded, but having only merged less than 16%, he can't understand the terrifying potential of the 100% Saiyan bloodline. However, even if it was unsuccessful, relying on this semi-finished product is enough for him to walk towards the path of the peak!"

  "What a strange bloodline, but it's really enviable! The terrifying potential of this body!" Dice said with lingering fear, from the barely dodged attack earlier to Francis' rapid acceleration afterwards, his progress was simply exponential.

  "That's right, the strongest in the universe isn't just a name!" Francis said proudly. He slowly stood up and looked around at the scattered stones that were slowly reassembling themselves. He thought to himself: This arena's stones can even repair themselves after being shattered, how did Dis carve them?! Just as he was about to ask Dis, suddenly, "Grrr..." a growling sound came from Dis' abdomen. Dis said awkwardly: "Sorry, sir! I haven't eaten in a long time."

  "Dis! Are you hungry too?"

  "Young master, as a living being, I think it's right to be able to feel hunger!" Dis looked at Francis with a white eye.

  I can feel the hunger in this game setting, it seems like there's no point! "Then how do you eat, there's nothing here?"

  "Yes. I haven't eaten anything since I was created by the adults!"

  Creation? I don't have such great abilities, this is just a copy of the game! However, for Dice, everything before was blank because my summon only existed for him. In that case, it's indeed me who created him!! There's no food here, do you want me to bring something from outside?!

  "Hmm!?! You can bring things in here?!?! Francis decided to give it a try, or else Dis might become the first Golden Saint to starve to death!"

  "Exit clone mode!" Francis yelled into the air.

  The two reappeared in the black space, looking at the disc that still didn't know what to call it. "Dis, wait for a moment, I'll be right back!"

  "Yes!"

  Francis appeared in the bathroom, quickly cleaned up his body, and went to the kitchen to find a few pieces of bread. Silently infusing spiritual power into the wolf head, Francis returned to the space and looked at the bread in his hand, handing it over to Dis.

  Mental strength has been somewhat depleted, but not much. So that's how it is! Does mental strength really make this a mysterious space? I thought only I could enter, but unexpectedly even items can come in too. That's right! If items couldn't be brought in, wouldn't I appear here every time **

  While Francis was pondering this space, Dee had already finished those few pieces of bread. "Sir, the bread is not enough!"

  "Really? Wait a minute, let me..."

  Francis, who had stopped talking halfway, looked at Dis and grabbed his arm, pouring spiritual energy into the wolf's head. The next moment, in the black space, only a disk about one person high was slowly rotating...

  Francis stumbled back into the kitchen, feeling like his spiritual energy had been depleted by more than half. He staggered and was caught by Dis beside him! "Are you alright, sir?!" Hearing Dis's slightly worried tone, Francis knew what might happen but couldn't bear the excitement in his heart, laughing wildly: "Haha... I'm fine, Dis, really fine! Now and in the future..." Dis could be summoned from space, which also required spiritual energy! Next time he brought him in would be the same too! This game was no longer a game, it was something against the heavens!!! Hahaha... Then next time when summoning for the lottery... Looking at Francis's wild laughter, Dis's eyes grew increasingly worried.

  It took Francis a good half day to suppress the excitement in his heart, and he looked at Dis, who was worried beside him, and said: "Don't worry! Dis...the young master is very happy today, let's go eat a big meal, haha..."

  "Yes, young master! Thank you for your kindness!"

  Dys suddenly stopped and turned around, pointing at Dys who was wrapped in gold from head to toe "Dys, you're not going out like that, are you?!"

  "Is there something wrong, young master?"

  "Your holy clothes are too showy, as the saying goes 'wealth should not be revealed outside', you will be remembered by people like this!"

  "Wearing the sacred robe, I can exert my greatest strength and protect Master well!" After a pause "As for those who covet my sacred robe, I will personally send them to the underworld!" Dis's face revealed a bloodthirsty expression.

  “……”

  "Take it off, Des! That's an order!" Francis commanded, not wanting any trouble.

  "...Yes, sir!" The holy clothes on Dis's body scattered and reformed into a golden crab that fell into a golden box. (Where did the box come from...)

  How cool! Francis secretly envied him and found a piece of cloth to wrap the glittering box: "Can I wear this thing?"

  "I'm afraid not!" said Dis as he picked up the holy robe from the ground.

  "Wait for me at the door, I'll go find Ma Ke!"

  "Marco, who is that?"

  "Marco is the housekeeper at home, I will introduce him to you!"

  "Master, don't look anymore! Besides us two, there's no one else in the house!" Di said with a slight feeling.

  "Can you feel it? It's a small universe!" Francis wondered.

  "No, it can be done entirely through spiritual power!"

  "Willpower! That means I can learn it too!"

  "Yes, if you need it, sir, I can teach you some minor skills!"

  Francis didn't find old Marko at home, took a bit more money from the room (not enough for Francis to eat alone, I guess!) and left with Dais.

  Francis's town of Patch is a remote small town with a population of less than 10,000 people, located northeast of the imperial capital, and is one of the more remote towns in the Caesar Empire. Because it is less than 200 miles from the nearest city of Mog City, even those with some money have moved to live in the better living environment of Mog City, so Patch Town has a population of less than 10,000 people as a town.

  Francis, who was wolfing down his food, looked at Des and asked, "Des, aren't you going to eat?"

  "No way, I'm full!" Dis's eyebrows jumped as he stared at Francis, this was already the eighth store! "Young master, are you not full yet?!"

  "It's almost enough, thank you for accompanying me on so many trips! I'm really sorry, it's always been me eating. But as you've seen, my current appetite is such that if I eat until I'm full in one store, I'm afraid people will think I'm a monster!" Francis said with embarrassment.

  Looking at the several large plates in front of him, you're a monster! Of course, these were just thoughts and hadn't been spoken out loud. Looking at Francis's beautiful face with an air of unfinished business, thinking about his exaggerated eating posture from earlier, Dis simply couldn't connect the two together.

  "Alright! Let's head back, I'll introduce Marco to you properly! Be nice to him, he's always taken care of me. Stop putting on that stinky face, got it?" Francis, who respects Marco in his heart, doesn't want things to be awkward between Dis and Marco, so he keeps reminding Dis on the way home.

  "That's right! Young master, no matter what, I am a Saint Warrior. If the adults didn't order me to, I wouldn't deign to bully an old man!"

  "Marco, I'm back!" Francis exclaimed as he pushed open the door and entered the house, looking at Marco who was walking towards him.

  "Master, where have you gone? It's already dark outside. I was only out for a moment and when I came back, you were nowhere to be found! I was just about to go look for you!" Old Marko looked worried.

  "Ah, I just went out for a spin, ah! That's right, this guy is Dismausk, now he's my guard!" Francis, who didn't want to get entangled in the matter, quickly changed the subject and pulled over Dismausk, pointing at him as he spoke.

  "My name is Dismausk! We meet for the first time!" After that, he stood aside and didn't say another word, nor did he give Old Marko a chance to introduce himself.

  "Where did he come from?" Old Marko asked, eyeing the arrogant-looking Dis with a large pack on his back. "I'm not saying you're wrong, young master, but look at him - he doesn't seem like a good person to me! What's with these people of unknown origin being led into our home? What if he has some ulterior motive..." Old Marko whispered to Francis.

  "Don't worry, Dis may look a bit intimidating!! But he's actually not a bad guy, just not good at expressing himself! And what's there to remember about me, a fallen noble with nothing to my name?" Francis interrupted Marco's words, saying reassuringly.

  "But..." Marko was still uneasy.

  "Believe me! Dais is very loyal to me! By the way, where did you go just now? It's already this late!" Francis helplessly used the attention diversion technique again.

  "Oh, young master! It's like this, the merchant group is leaving for Mog City early tomorrow morning. I've gone to the town entrance to load up the carriage and tidy it up!" Marko often drove his carriage to Mog City for business, but since bringing Francis to Patch Town, he had been taking care of his daily needs. However, the money left by Francis' father was not much, and soon they would run out. Old Marko couldn't do physically demanding work like young people, so he thought hard and came up with an idea when he saw many flowers and grasses outside the town. As a former noble housekeeper, Marko knew that those idle nobles loved these flowers and grasses. Besides nobles, inns, restaurants, and mercenary guilds also needed them for decoration! So old Marko bought an old horse to pull a carriage loaded with flowers and grasses to sell in Mog City. Over the years, he had been frugal and prepared to send Francis to a magic academy in the big city. Every half month, Patch Town would have a merchant group, actually just some merchants who formed a group on their own initiative. Although the road was only about 200 miles, there were still two or three waves of mountain bandits and robbers, so it was good for everyone to travel together! From Patch Town to Mog City, at the speed of a carriage, it would take about ten hours, so the merchant group would spend about three days on a round trip, with two days spent on the road and one day for shopping.

  "Are we going again?! Don't we still have two days?!"

  "It's true! But just now, the merchant group from town informed us that they will be leaving tomorrow. Apparently, a group of noble travelers will be passing through our small town on their way to Mog City, so they requested that we allow them to pass through safely, in case those damned thieves show up again!" As he spoke, Old Marko shot a wary glance at Dis, then turned his back on him and handed Francis three gold coins with a pleased expression. "This is the compensation they gave us! We made a tidy profit of three gold coins this time!" On the continent, one gold coin was equivalent to 100 silver coins, which in turn was equal to 10,000 copper coins. Above that were purple gold coins, where one purple gold coin was worth 100 gold coins. Marko's usual earnings for a round trip were only around one gold coin or so! Meanwhile, Dis stood behind him with an expression of disdain.

  Francis felt something was off as he took the money. "What do those nobles look like? Pachi Town isn't exactly a tourist spot, what are they doing here on vacation?"

  "I didn't see what they looked like! Maybe they just liked this desolate wilderness!" Marko said after a moment of thought.

  "Marco, this thing is fishy! You'd better not go tomorrow!" Francis said with a slight thought.

  "This won't do, I've already taken the money, and three gold coins at that! No way, no way! Young master, don't think too much, there aren't so many strange things! And young master, it's getting late, you should be sleeping, your body has just recovered after all!" Marko said hastily.

  Looking at old Marko, who has been working hard in front of him, Francis secretly vowed that he would repay Marko's kindness in the future! As for the three gold coins, Francis didn't mind. With Dis there, the gold coins could be easily taken by any mountain bandit to rob and plunder! "Marko, I already have a good way to make money, you don't need to work so hard anymore!"

  "Master, have you forgotten the old master's wish? He wanted you to enter the Imperial Capital's Magic Martial Academy and become an excellent magician to revive the Aixiu family! The old master has passed away, and I, an old slave, am incompetent and cannot send you to study in the Imperial Capital. However, a slightly better magic academy is still possible. Please let me do something for you with my abilities?"

  Looking at the slightly red eyes of old Marco, Francis nodded: "Okay! But take care of your body, you're already old, this is the last time, I still want to let you be my son's butler!"

  "Really! I'm looking forward to it too! It's getting late, you should get some rest early, I'll head down first!" Marco said, glancing at Dice "Young master, he..."

  "It's okay, just let him sleep in the room next to mine!"

  "Is this good? Is it..."

  "Don't worry, from now on, Dee's will be like family! Don't worry, get some rest early!" Francis comforted.