My crazy Cultivation Path

CHAPTER 114

“You see, you sure know how to complain. So at least answer my questions!” Tony snapped.

But none of the thirteen voices surfaced again.

“Hey, kurdes, how many voices did you count?” Tony asked.

“Thirteen. There are thirteen in total,” kurdes answered.

Feeling none of them would reply, Tony threatened to start over.

That’s when one voice begged him not to open his mouth again.

“We’ll see about that. I want all thirteen of you to insult me in five seconds. Or I start over.”

“One… Two…”

“Your mother’s a…”

“Son of a…”

“Your voice sounds like a song from hell.”

“Just shut your trap.”

“Filthy dog of a…”

Suddenly, amid the flood of insults, Tony caught a voice that felt familiar.

“SHUT YOUR MOUTHS, ALL OF YOU!”

He roared, trying to place it.

A woman’s voice rang out.

“Seriously, Tony, you’ve got a real screw loose.”

Shocked, Tony shot back:

“How do you know my name?”

Laughter. Laughter. Laughter. Several prisoners cracked up at what they saw as a dumb question.

“You’ve gotta be doing it on purpose,” she mocked.

“This time I’m dead serious,” Tony declared.

Laughter. “We’ve heard every single one of your conversations since you got here.”

She burst out laughing.

Like a switch flipping, Tony spun around, scanning the dark for kurdes. Too dark to see.

“You dirty bastard! You left out that they could hear us!” Tony snarled.

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“No, Tony. You were the idiots. You only asked me at the very end if there might be others. You should’ve planned your questions better,” kurdes murmured.

“You piece of—”

Cut off, Tony whirled toward Asti’s voice.

“So, dear friends, since you’ve heard everything—want to join us?”

This time a man answered.

“Your plan’s simple but doable. But how do you fight kurdes’ sister? She’s at the top of rank eight. Word is, soon she’ll hit rank nine.”

The news chilled Asti and Tony.

“True, kurdes?” Asti asked.

Sigh. “Unfortunately, yes. And she’s a real monster—combat or everyday life,” kurdes said.

“But Asti, don’t worry—this won’t stop kurdes. How could someone recruiting us to escape be scared?” the woman declared.

“Ha. You got me, I admit. Letting them talk out loud was an open invite. Especially since you weren’t very receptive last time. But you’re wrong on one thing. Despite my total disinterest in anything that isn’t me, I’d hate leaving without wrecking this island. Don’t you want revenge for being locked up?” kurdes chuckled.

Laughter. Laughter. “Well damn, I like you. You just rewrote a plan that wasn’t even yours,” the woman snickered.

“A little. Just one detail. Instead of just those seven unleashing their elements on the island, we all join the big attack—but using only a tiny amount. Otherwise, how do we fight afterward? And all twenty of us hit my sister full force and kill her. What do you think?” kurdes dropped in a low, calm voice.

“You even fixed the power-output issue so we don’t wipe out half—or most—of the island’s population. Incredible. Terrifying,” the woman breathed.

Faced with such mastery, Asti was speechless. He hadn’t thought about power levels. He wasn’t sure he could’ve reworked someone else’s plan that fast.

“Here’s the deal: either you accept, and when their friend who controls darkness comes, we all get out, and you fight the scum who locked you here to rot. Or stay and molder without ever getting to kill the trash… My only condition: tell me your name and rank,” kurdes said calmly.

“What the hell are you talking about, kurdes? There’s nothing but low-ranks here. What can they do for us?” Tony roared.

Laughter. “Tony, you’re still a kid in this big bad world. You really think you’re the only one hiding your true rank?” kurdes sneered.

After a few beats of silence, the woman who’d first bantered with kurdes spoke up.

“Zina. Rank eight. Fire affinity card.”

Convinced by kurdes’ words—or driven by bloodlust and revenge—they all revealed themselves.

“Lusus, rank six. Earth affinity card.”

“Zulo, rank six. Fire affinity card.”

“Iloy, rank five. Gravity affinity card.”

“Dunia, rank seven. Earth affinity card.”

“Galion, rank six. No affinity card.”

“Manigo, rank seven. Water affinity card.”

“Sys, rank eight. Fire affinity card.”

“Velio, rank five. Wind affinity card.”

“Dahlia, rank seven. Water affinity card.”

“Julius, rank six. Earth affinity card.”

“Dirios, rank five. Wild beasts affinity card—

“Degis, rank six. Soul refiner affinity card.”

The last two affinity cards sparked major interest. Especially “soul refiner.”

For Tony, it was total shock. A name he never thought he’d hear again. After all, one hundred and fifty years had passed.

But just as he was about to speak to Degis, kurdes beat him to it.

“Thanks, everyone. As you heard, I’m kurdes. Rank eight. But to seal our temporary alliance, one announcement: thanks to those three, I roughly know what time of year it is. And as some of you suspect, my sister is disgusting and cruel. She’s tortured me countless times. Sometimes she picks prisoners just for fun,” he declared.

“So soon she’ll come down to grab someone to torture. That it?” Zina clarified.

“Yes. But if you think jumping her is easy, rest in peace in advance. If she were killable, I’d have done it long ago. Don’t underestimate her. Anyway, folks—sweet dreams,” kurdes said.

Every voice vanished, as if they’d never existed.

Tony wanted to talk to Degis. But kurdes had shown him: speaking in public could be a bad move.