Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1310: Youth, Do You Crave Power?

The venomous snake that was as thick as a python was slashed by the sword, and the three-headed demon hound let out a roar. The three ferocious dog heads turned over together at the same time and snapped at Mag.

Mag twisted his body to the side to evade one of the dog heads. He leaped up and smashed the dog head in the middle down into the ground. Then, he leaped up again to evade the dog head that tried to bite him from the side, and landed on the dog’s back. He raised his sword up and stabbed it into the demon hound’s spine.

The giant three-headed demon hound let out a scream before collapsing to the ground. It became silent completely after whining for a few times.

Mag landed on the ground lightly. He pierced his bloody sword into the ground and pinned a poisonous snake that was trying to attack him down. He glanced at that dead three-headed demon hound, and shook his head in disinterest.

The growth of a knight’s power was obtained through his cultivation that elevated his speed, strength, and his combat techniques through his understanding of combat.

Powerful knights usually had powerful and dazzling battle techniques like Flame Splitting The Waves Apart and Riding One’s Own Combat Aura (Let’s strike this off)...

However, Mag was a little special as the battle techniques that Alex had created weren’t dazzling at all. He sometimes even wondered if they could be called battle techniques.

There weren’t any imposing names, nor were there any special effects.

What he had was the extreme elevation of the body’s strength and speed that he executed the most simple and effective strikes with.

Just like that strike that he killed the three-headed demon hound with. It was such a very simple strike that even a 1st-tier knight could have executed the exact same strike.

He almost didn’t waste any extra effort, and used the simplest method to kill the magic beast which was at the same level as him.

This was his fighting style.

“Father is getting more and more formidable. You killed that scary big dog with just one strike.” Amy cheered, clapping her hands. They were chased by big piggies when they went out in the past, but now her father could dispose of them easily.

A smile appeared on Irina’s face too. It was the same familiar fighting style—a strike that looked very simple. Be it the grasp of the timing or locating the fatal spot, he was still that most powerful knight.

“Come on down.” Mag waved to the mobile restaurant, and the hovering restaurant slowly descended to a height of three meters above the land. The spiral staircase was lowered slowly and Irina walked down, holding Amy’s hand.

“Be careful. The noxious insects could still be over there,” Mag reminded as they walked toward the shattered stone statue that was shrouded by a layer of black fog in the middle of the crater.

Judging from the fragments, this stone statue should be about three meters tall. The head which was at the side was still intact. It was a skull with two red stones embedded in its eye sockets, and it was still emitting a faint glow.

“What is that thing?” Mag went forward and stopped about three meters away from it. He squatted down to size that skull up.

The engraving of this skull was rather rough, but it looked very old. It should have existed for a very long time. There were some worm-like words that looked very different from the continent’s common tongue engraved on the side of the face.

Mag was staring at those words seriously, and the red eyes of the skull suddenly blinked. Mag felt his spirit was pulled into a vortex, and after a dizzy spell, he arrived at a huge black stone temple.

The stone temple was 10-odd meters high, and was built of huge black rocks. Eerie green flames were burning on the walls, and Mag was standing alone in an empty hall. He looked much smaller.

There was a huge stone chair at the end of the hall, and a tall, strapping skeleton man who was wearing a black cape was sitting on it. He was staring at Mag with blood-red eyes as he asked in a low voice, “Youth, do you crave power?”

“System, somebody here has stolen your lines.” Mag pursed his lips as he gazed at the skeleton man sitting on the chair. Could he be the legendary Bone King?

This skeleton man looked very similar to the stone statue. Moreover, he was dragged into this mysterious space while he was investigating the mysterious words on the head of the statue. This should be the mysterious individual behind the black fog.

What a direct opening line.

If he had come to this mysterious space when he had just transmigrated, he might have agreed to his terms, and then that would’ve been another violent reincarnation story.

The red glow in the skeleton man’s eyes blinked again after he saw Mag didn’t answer. Scenes began to appear in Mag’s mind...

On the northern snowfield, a pack of vicious snow wolves was chasing after the nomads. The horses couldn’t outrun the snow wolves, and the tribe’s people were caught by the wolves one by one. They were torn apart and eaten by the snow wolves. Only a little boy escaped from this bloody chase, and there was a sword hanging on his horse. Mag recognized it as the Tian Du sword.

“This happened when Alex was young.” Mag was thoughtful as he stared at the youth who knelt and cried in the snow facing the north. His heart was aching.

Then the scene changed to the north of the Roth Empire. A team of cavalry was surrounded by a group of orcs that were many times their numbers. Although as the leader of the cavalry, Alex was taking on 10 opponents alone, he still had to watch his subordinates and brothers die in the attack. Only six out of the 100-odd cavalrymen escaped from the encirclement.

The scene changed again. In a downpour, Alex, who was wearing a set of armor and the general’s waist tag, was carrying a baby on his back. He was caught in an ambush as powerful magic covered enveloped the sky and hundreds of fully armored riders charged at him. Demons were smirking and elven archers were aiming at the child on his back with their bows and arrows...

After an intense battle, Alex lay in a pool of blood, and watched those fellows sever the tendons in his arms and legs and inject the cursed magic into his body as they laughed. Then, they left after they kicked the baby dozens of meters away.

Mag clenched his fists as he watched that figure crawling toward that swaddled baby with difficulty on that rainy night.

Yes, power should be what he desired the most at a time like this.

“Youth, do you crave power?”

The tempestuous voice sounded at Mag’s ear again.

“Accept my deal, become my servant, and you will be the strongest person in this world. You will be able to kill these fellows easily.”

That voice continued to speak tempestuously as if it was appearing directly in Mag’s mind.

Who is able to resist such a maneuver? Mag cocked an eyebrow. If he wasn’t watching those scenes from a third party’s point of view, he would agree at this very instant without any regards to the consequences.

However, he wasn’t Alex, after all. Although there was anger in his heart, he still retained his sanity.

Therefore, he opened his eyes, shook his head at the skeleton man on the chair and smiled. “No. I yearn to cook.”

The skeleton man’s red eyes blinked once obviously, as if he was shocked by Mag’s reply.

Mag stopped smiling as he asked the skeleton man with narrowed eyes, “Who are you? What is your motive when you set up this black fog?”