Nameless King

Wain didn't know what place he found himself in, but it was obvious that it was some space. All around him was darkness and one eerie door of ink and open eyes.

"Apparently, this is my way out of here." Thought Wain and headed toward the door.

When he got close enough to it, all the eyes stared at him intently. A terrifying aura emanated from them, capable of making any man tremble with fear. Wain was not afraid, but he was not calm either. At that moment, he felt a feeling called Wrath.

He clenched his fist tightly, then punched in the eye on the door with all his might. It burst, flooding Wain with blood, but then two eyes appeared in its place.

"I don't know what's going on here, but my body is bleeding because of you bastards!" Wain said furiously and kicked the door with all his might.

At the exact moment, the door opened, and Wain broke off part of the door with his blow. More than thirty eyes, along with the ink, flew aside and were left floating in the darkness.

Wain was in great pain to make that blow, but he didn't care about the pain at the time. He had learned to tolerate pain long ago, especially in situations like this.

"And where does this road lead?" Wain muttered, looking at the passage behind the door.

The passage was dark, and there was no telling how long it was. Behind that door could be a curse, or it could be a blessing. But in any case, Wain had no choice but to go inside.

Wain stepped forward, and as he passed through the door, the ink and eyes began to disintegrate into tiny shards. These shards then headed toward Wain and instantly penetrated his chest.

It happened much faster than snapping fingers. What's more, those shards turned into a strange seal that moved into his Soul Altar. The next moment Wain saw a message.

[Seal of Darkness received]

"Seal of Darkness? What is that?" Wain muttered, trying to understand what had just happened. He couldn't even react to those shards. Moreover, he had never heard of any seals that moved in Soul Altar. It was something unknown.

Wain shook his head and moved on. His main concern right now was getting out of here. Everything else was of secondary importance. Wain walked for quite a long time, or so he thought.

Wain felt as if he had been walking for over three hours, but in fact, it hadn't even been three minutes. He was tired and wounded, it was hard to even move around in such a state.

But, before long, Wain finally saw a change. In the distance, he saw a simple, wooden door as if it led to some house or establishment. Wain smiled and headed toward it.

This door was the first, normal thing he had seen in a while. The strange ink and Mimic being trapped with him was something mystical.

Wain went to the door and slowly opened it. Even now, he kept his guard up and was prepared for any eventuality. Until he got back to town, he could not feel safe.

When Wain opened the door, he froze in shock. He expected to see a way out of this strange place or a more serious challenge. But, instead, he saw a bar in front of him.

Wain went inside and looked around. It looked like a small but very luxurious bar for upscale guests. Most furniture and decorations were made of expensive leather and rare wood.

The interior furnishings were pleasant to look at but not pretentious, and it also emphasized the importance of the place.

Wain stepped forward, and drops of his blood poured onto the small carpet at the entrance. Then Wain looked at the bar. There, to his surprise, was a man.

He was a tall blond man with long, light hair below his shoulders. He wore a white shirt and a black jacket. It was standard bartender attire in many establishments. He had blue eyes and an iron chain around his neck.

At that moment, he was wiping the glass with a linen cloth. He looked at Wain calmly, then gestured for him to come to the counter.

Wain was puzzled, but he did not feel threatened by this place. On the contrary, he felt very good and safe. It seemed strange to Wain, but he had no reason to think otherwise. His instincts didn't tell him anything either.

So Wain slowly walked over to the barstool pouring drops of blood onto the wooden floor, and sat down on a high chair.

At that moment, the man stopped rubbing his glass and set it down in front of Wain. The man bowed lightly and calmly said, "Hello Wain Norheim, my name is Sven Hellem. I am pleased to welcome you. Is there something you want? There's a wide assortment here."

'How does he know my name? This guy is obviously not easy. What's more, I still don't know where I am.' Wain thought.

He looked at the blood trail left behind him and smirked, "Sorry, looks like you're going to have to clean up."

Sven smiled and calmly said, "It doesn't matter, so what can I get you?"

Wain sighed and said, "Pour me something that will make me feel better. Right now, I feel like I've been to hell in the middle of a war."

"Understood, then one wound healing cocktail would be perfect for you. It takes quite a while to prepare, so you'll have to wait a bit." Sven said calmly.

Then he pulled out a large, tall glass and placed it in front of Wain.

At first, Wain didn't notice it, but this bar was anything but ordinary. There were different bottles of all kinds of alcohol in the bar and small jars with organs in them. Moreover, besides organs, there were also parts of monsters, such as horns, claws, eyes, scales, and so on.

'This bar is half like a potions and decoctions room. It's like it's a witch's cottage.' Wain thought.

Sven took one jar and pulled a small heart out of it. It was dark and didn't look human. Sven put on black gloves and held the heart over the glass. Then he squeezed the heart with force, squeezing the purple liquid out of it.

,m Wain raised an eyebrow in surprise but did not interrupt Sven. He was curious to see what would happen next.

'Hmm, I wonder what kind of cocktail he's going to make me. I've certainly never had one of those before.' Wain thought.

He would drink what Sven was going to make him because he had no other option anyway. Wain didn't even have the strength left to use his weakest skill, and in the event of a battle, he was unlikely to win. He had to regain his strength first.

Moreover, Wain decided to trust his instincts. They had not failed him last time, so he had no reason to doubt his actions. Even though this place was very strange.