Plot armor

Cursed child

'Aww, how I love you, my liege. When was the last time you touched me? I had almost forgotten this feeling.'

Those were the thoughts of Zararloch as he was flying through the laboratory. Arloch had lost her cool the moment she heard the words 'Cursed child'. Flaring her arm out which was not caring the oil, she had hit Zararloch on his chest sending him flying through the laboratory. Some of the tools and materials in the room were not spared by her mana flaring out of her.

After hitting the wall far left of the room, Zararloch stood up like nothing happened but was full of enthusiasm. This was the master he served, merciless and destroying everything in her path. How he missed the days where they ran repent on the world, not cowering in these forsaken woods with the excuse of experiments.

He approached her with the hopes of being hit again so that maybe it could awaken her hatred of the world but was disappointed as her rage had already faded away.

"How do you know he is a Cursed child?"

She asked not worried she might have hurt her subordinate. If he was hurt by that, then he would have been an imposter.

"He was blessed with Telekinesis."

"Zararloch, sometimes you take my safety too far. Having a rare Blessing does not mean he is one of the Damned."

Arloch was relieved.

'Telekinesis was one of the skills the hero Reznaro Arbulalake had been blessed with. There were others recorded in history books, but they had not found suitable Blessings, slowing their growth but were able to accomplish some noticeable fits in the end.'

Arloch thought.

"My liege, it is not just that. He can already coat his aura around objects. He showed me, he must be one of them."

Arloch did not want to believe it.

"Zararloch, that means we might have a genius child who maybe is protected by the Dragons in our layer. Either way, we need to watch him and make sure we train him properly so he can see us as his benefactors, maybe we can rule again if we play our cards right."

When Zararloch heard those words, it felt like his soul was kissed by an Angel.

"Yes, my liege, I shall train him as an Undead."

"ahhchu!"

Sheyken sneezed out of the blue in his cell when Zararloch said those words.

"Let us make sure we are not training someone that will come back and destroy us. Make sure you keep an eye on him, and report any abnormalities. If your intuition is right and he is one of the Cursed, we will see it through his nature. We already know how they act and what they hate the most. We will kill him right there and then. Whenever we decide to kill him, we have to make sure he dies. I don't care even if the cave is destroyed you hear me. I give you permission to use your most powerful attack."

"Yes, my liege."

Zararloch said bowing again then he vanished.

'The Damned also called the Cursed. They call them that because they are always geniuses that appear throughout history. Their power grows so rapid, sometimes using unorthodox techniques and potions that they can only make and can only be used by themselves. If you are an enemy, you are damned to die and if you fail to kill them, you are cursed to be hunted down and killed. That is how they gained their names. They don't like being controlled, are cold-hearted with a dark nature and on the pinnacle of their power, some always challenge a god. One could cut the sea in two with his sword, then he could split the sky, then it is said he challenged a god and disappeared like he was never here. Infect, if they're not killed, they disappear from the face of this world.'

As Arloch was trying to remember everything about the cursed, she was moving up and down the laboratory. The thought of facing such an enemy was not good for her bones. If she knew several of them were already five years old and trying to get stronger around the world with one of them in her cell, a Lich would have committed suicide for the first time.

The next morning, Sheyken was woken while still deep in his sleep. He hasn't slept without the sense of everything trying to kill him for a while. He slept peacefully because he knew that if the Lich wanted him dead, he would die no matter what he did. Zararloch took him deeper underground and they ended up in a room as big as a basketball court with burnt marks all over. There were all kinds of well made weapons and shields on one of the corners of the room.

Zararloch stood in the middle of the room with Sheyken right in front of him.

"I need to adjust my strength to yours otherwise you will die with a flick of my finger. I want you to hit me with all of your strength and powerful attacks."

Sheyken smiled. It wasn't every day you get to bit up a half-naked Undead that could kill you with a flick of his finger.

Taking a stance from his taekwondo days, he started his attack with a jab on Zararloch's abs. Secretly wishing to also have a ten pack under his breath, he continued with a right hook as hard as he could. Feeling like he was heating a wall, he tried to mix it up with some kicks. It was a pity he could not hit his face because he was just so shorter than him.

A front kick followed by a sidekick was still making no difference. He was a kid with no mana after all. Throwing some low kicks in there, he finally decided to give his all and unleash one of the most powerful kicks he knew. Taking a step back, Zararloch was still intrigued from observing his attacks. He never fought anyone who primarily used his feet to attack rather than his hands. They were even precise and powerful for his age.

After taking a step back and then another one, Sheyken then took a step forward, and with that momentum, he turned around unleashing one of the most powerful back kicks a five-year-old could ever unleash. Hitting Zararloch's ten pack with a tad, the attack was over. Sheyken feeling like he just kicked an unmoving wall with all his strength was feeling the backlash from his full-on attack.

"We will use the strength of the last attack."

Zararloch was getting his world turned upside down. He was once a warrior and he knew if he could lend an attack with the move the child just attacked him with, with his strength, it would be like doubling his power.

'Who knew a kick like that of a horse would be so powerful, the dragon's techniques never fail to surprise.'

He thought.

Sheyken was cursing his luck.

'Why did I have to get carried away.'

He ridiculed himself. Now Zararloch attacks will be twice as powerful as his if not more.

"Now let's see how good you are with the sword. Take a weapon and attack me."

Sheyken went to where the weapons were and chose a short sword a little bit longer than his arm's length. Zararloch just stood there waiting for him. Sheyken took a sword stance. It was like his fighting stance but with him holding the sword with his right hand, his left foot in front, and his right foot in line with his right hand behind his left foot. The left hand was in a boxing position and the right by his waist. This was no ordinary sword stance. The Sword Master that trained him would have stabbed him to death if he saw Sheyken's disrespectful stance. He was full of openings like he underestimated his opponent.

Standing three feet apart, Sheyken did not hesitate to attack. Dashing in with all his might, he got into striking distance. Zararloch was taken aback by this so-called suicidal attack. Sheyken continued dashing in disregarding that he was in attacking distance, puzzling Zararloch. At that point, Sheyken was less than his arm's length from Zararloch but still continuing.

Zararloch thought of moving back a few steps but he still wanted to see the child's attack and even if he moved, it seemed like he would follow him. Sheyken's head was passing Zararloch at this point and he still continued. By the time Sheyken's head and left foot had passed him, his right foot and right hand at the back still following him, the sword's tip had touched Zararloch's stomach.

Zararloch with his shallow eyes was at a loss for words. When he was still waiting for the attack, it never came, only seeing Sheyken passing him, he thought he wanted to do a backward s***h but the sword following the boy had stabbed his stomach while he was passing. The child had not shown he was going to attack but just passing him. He was watching his muscles and shoulders to see when the attack would come, a technique veteran fighters develop through their lives, but no sign for an attack came. It was like he was passing next to him.

He felt the sword touch his skin but decided not to move. He did say he would use the power the child had shown earlier which included speed. He wasn't going to degrade himself by going back on his words.

'Master, we should never anger the dragons. Their human students are already terrifying.'

Zararloch thought to himself.