Dragon Master: The SSS-Ranked School Belle Asked Me To Contract Her

Chapter 81 Despair

Under the pale moonlight of twin moons, Veer lay with eyes closed and his chest heaving. Blood rolled down from the corner of his eyes, as he tried to control his breathing.

He wasn't in good shape. His battle suit, which should have regenerated, had holes in various places and was showing signs of battles. If it wasn't for it, though, Veer wouldn't be bleeding only from his face.

"How... many has it been?" He wondered.

How many farms had he passed? He didn't know as he had forgotten the count already. It had been three months and all he did in that time was just cross the farms and try to find clues to get out.

Sadly, even after so much time, he was still amidst this endless field of farms, surrounded by the deadly Scarecrows whose attacks were getting more and more powerful.

In the last one, he had barely managed to survive after getting a shot at his eye. Now, he was uncertain on how to proceed.

His food reserves were almost gone and there was no potion left for healing, which was also the reason he couldn't heal his bleeding eyes.

"How... long?"

Veer wondered how long he could survive in this place. It had taken a toll on his physical and mental health. After all, retaining clarity in an environment like this wasn't easy, especially if you had to do it for three months consistently.

He clenched his fist and pushed himself to sit, which made his whole body ache. He just wanted to lie there and become one with the farm field.

Wasn't that what his father wanted too?

All of a sudden, Veer slapped himself, making his cheek red. As clarity once again returned to him, he circulated his mana to get the most out of his body.

"What should I do?"

For the first time, Veer was getting scared. The fear of dying in a place like this, all alone, was haunting him. He wasn't afraid of death; he never was. But he didn't like this kind of death.

"Nah! They are still waiting for me," Veer exhaled and slapped his face tightly once again. "I am not going to die here."

He knew it was just him trying to console himself. But it was necessary, as that did give him a bit of motivation to move forward.

"First comes the food problem," Veer muttered, and looked at the wheat growing all around him. He wasn't going to eat them, not after he got a hole in his waist.

As he looked down at his waist, he sighed. The skin there was darkened and it caved in. It hurt. But he endured it.

The wheat was not good. His waist had frequently come in contact with it, so there was no doubt the hole was the wheat's doing. His battle suit had protected him well, but that hole in the suit proved to be fatal.

As Veer checked his storage ring, he frowned, "Two days or four if I use it like a cheapskate. Tsk! I can't go on like this."

But what should he do?

He sat there in silence, going through everything he had done in three months. Nothing had changed, as the only thing he did was change farms, get the Dark Slate, and leave for another farm.

"Dark Slates..."

Veer muttered as he took out the most recent metal slate he got. It was the same as the first one, rectangular, dark, and with Runes carved on it.

"Huh!? Isn't this the direction one?" Veer exclaimed, as he looked at one of the Runes. It was the same as one of the Runes in the Fire Bullet Spell's magic circle.

Despite Liliana's warning, he had played around with the Runes in the spell. What he found shocked him. Every Rune had a function, and an enchantment if he had to say.

Carving a particular Rune on something gives that object the enchantment. He was excited and practiced with the Fire Bullet magic circle more.

That was how he got to learn the Rune's enchantment. One example was the Rune on this Dark Slate, its enchantment was to give direction.

In the Fire Bullet Spell, it guided the fire bullet to move in the intended direction. While other Runes had their own work too.

Now, he couldn't understand why these Runes would be on these Dark Slates since they didn't even function.

"Hmm, are they a part of something big?" Veer muttered and decided to test his theory. He already had the Dark Slate of this farm so Scarecrows wouldn't attack him.

However, when he looked inside the storage ring to retrieve other Dark Slates, his mouth hung open in shock. For a moment, he couldn't believe it.

"I'll be damned!" He cursed and quickly took out the Dark Slates, as he noticed beads of sweat forming on his forehead. In three months, he had covered countless wheat farms and collected many Dark Slates.

However, when he took out the Dark Slates, there were only twenty-five of them.

"Don't tell me... This is a loop," Veer slumped back, feeling a headache because of this new information. Why didn't he notice this earlier? Enjoy more content from empire

"But this makes no sense..." He couldn't understand, even if he tried his best. "I clearly remember seeing many Dark Slates in my storage ring. How did they disappear?"

He could guess the answer, but it was too horrifying, so he tried to avoid it. Sadly, he couldn't ignore it for long as the situation demanded something else.

Taking a deep breath, Veer massaged his dark, exhausted eyes. One of them was still red, having a low cut at the corner. Thinking of everything, he concluded, "I am in a fucking time loop, and everything is just repeating over."

No wonder the endless farms never came to an end. He was just crossing them over and over again, for three whole months. But the question was, how did he not realize something so obvious?

Veer had memorized the pattern those Scarecrows moved in, so even if everything came to a reset, he should have been able to find the oddity in his situation.

As he inhaled again, the viscous mist once again entered his body, slowly blending with his Mana.