The God of Jesters
Chapter 649 - 10.01.3 Wajih-al-Hadid

Chapter 649: 10.01.3 Wajih-al-Hadid

The world is cruel sometimes.

"All aboard." There it was, the ship leaving with the enemy of the boy’s family. The one that destroyed his very life and is now leaving on the ship with a bright face and a toothy grin while waving his hand to his fans.

"Master Rykard, have a safe journey."

"Hope you succeed." Were the words thrown at that monster, filled with love and hope? Which the boy hated to his core. But he remained quiet, with a vengeance in his heart and a cool head, he understood that blowing up here would only expose his survival, he would soon be caught before he got the time to grow.

So he will endure, he will wait for the day his strength and influence exceeds that monster and then he will go for the most horrific revenge possible. That was his dream, that’s what he hoped for his future self.

But for now, he was a mere nobody, a homeless orphan living on the streets of Al-Safir, a small city-state under the Grand Land of Azad. And knowing the future that is in place for orphans like him, which eventually leads to slavery of the worst kind.

This is why, the very first thing the boy did after seeing off his enemy was to destroy his own face. A beautiful face that had once been the pride of his parents, a proof of his heritage, he destroyed the very thing that might hold the essence of how his parents used to look. To him, a beautiful face would only bring him trouble.

Followed by willfully selling his ugly self to a slave market. This was important considering the bleeding and infection his injured face suffered from, if nothing was done in time he would die.

But who would buy a slave like this, that was the question.

"I carry a bloodline." He spoke, not hiding his intentions and the dangerous background he might carry. But it’s not every day you can get a potential Knight as a slave, they were highly regulated and if the slave came from a prestigious bloodline, the others in his lineage would come to take revenge. So a slave with a bloodline was always a hot potato. "... And I am the only one in my bloodline alive."

"So running from someone, are you?... Well as long as your enemy is not troublesome." It was in such a simple way, the boy became a slave. Leaving Al-Safir away from his potential enemies to new places where he was put on display for all to see.

Due to his unique background, it wasn’t long before he was bought and turned into a gladiator of sorts for the elites, changing hands multiple times as he won some and lost some fights.

But with each fight, the boy kept growing stronger, and once reaching the age of twenty-four, he finally awakened his bloodline.

Though, that was still not the end of his slave journey. His status was just elevated, the fights he fought upgraded, and the enemies he faced turned more brutal. And with each match, his body kept growing along with his brutality.

It wasn’t long before he gained a nickname, "Iron Spine" due to his unique ability to grow iron spikes from wherever his blood fell, an absurd ability that kept reaching new levels the stronger he got.

Many in the past had tried to look into his lineage, but aside from some similar bloodlines, there really wasn’t anyone like him in this world.

"MORE... SEND!! MOAR!" At the age of seventy-five, which was still considered an advanced age for an Adept class Knight, the age had little impact on the man’s strength. His growth showed no pause, and by the age of Eighty, he was already a Master Rank. He left the gladiator circles and joined the mercenary union.

"Still not enough... I need more strength, enough to destroy that man’s legacy and his entire family." His enemy was too strong, and the more he heard about that man’s exploits, the more he understood how far he was. "More... never stop, I will kill him, I will drink the blood from his skull, and hang his children from their intestines."

With age, his fury only grew, his brutality on the battlefield even earned him a new nickname. "The IRON MINEFIELD!" A legendary mercenary who fought for countless conglomerates and even Nobles as long as he was paid enough.

"MOAR... STILL NOT ENOUGH!!" Before long, even the name IRON MINEFIELD seemed too kind. For he had entered the ranks of Grandmaster, and upgraded his ability to very extreme. "Still not enough." As a Grandmaster, he became capable of not only turning his blood and parts into iron, but even extracting the iron from the blood of his enemies, or anyone he placed his eyes on.

"Blood Sword Monarch.... Sounds demonic." At the age of 143, when the world had changed a lot since his childhood, but his enemies remained alive, his family flourishing and even greater than before.

And his strength, already Legendary. "I gotta stand up to this name."

"Sir, there has been a request from the Colgiri Alliance, they are requesting your help with something."

"Hmm." The man turned and looked at his second in command who still hadn’t gotten used to his leader’s new strength, feeling his body tense up in the presence of the leader. "Speak of the matter."

"I am unaware sire, it’s something to do with the southern seas, that’s the most I am aware of."

"The seas you speak of, are the Quatol Pirates causing issues again? Or another scare of the mindless Cynarkians?"

"None such cases recorded as of now, so can’t say."

"You never know anything." But the man understood, that if he was summoned to one of his most prolific contractors, then the job might be a lot more than meets the eyes.

And it was, from what the man understood, a giant serpent had appeared on the shores of the Cynark, a serpent with immortality. "Greedy bunch, sending me to my death? Just for the body parts?" The man flared in anger, his long hair and bulky muscles turning a slight shade of gray, showing his strength and transformation, causing the face of the Colgiri Alliance, to go stump a bit.

"We merely wish for its scales, part of its flesh or organs... loads had been spread through its constant death and we merely wish for you to obtain it for us." It was not a request for a fight, but for collecting the remains that the serpent had left in its wake. "Behind enemy lines, it’s outright calling for war."

"They are occupied by the living serpent to care for its remains, so I hope The Blood Sword Monarch can do this much for us."

"I don’t like that name." Followed those words, and to the horror of his employer, his clothes turned a bit of blood as a small iron bead appeared in front of the man. "Sir... no."

But there was no emotion on the man’s face, it lacked any ounce of pity or mercy on it, as he ordered. "Speak my name."

"Sir Wajih Al-Hadid... I apologize for my mistake." At those words, the bead dropped to the floor. A bead that would have made its way into the man’s skull like a bullet if he didn’t do it at the right time. "Speak of the reward."

The man felt weak, his body turning cold by the second, and the pain, oh god the pain made his mind numb. It won’t be long before he dies of poisoning due to iron deficiency, even his breathing has turned labored. But the man with the little strength he had, still spoke. "An Iron ship with magic motor and equipped with the Latest Arstrung Canons for seafare...."

"I will be taking this job."

With those words, the man named Wajih got up, and multiple attendants came and started to inject the man with some magical potions that brought life back to his body. And Wajih didn’t stop this, he had been aware of their existence, and if his mood was still soured, he would have killed those behind the curtain along with this man as well, nor allowed for his rescue.

But Wajih understood fear, he had suffered under it a long time ago and hence understood how great a tool it is to keep people in line. Even his cruelty on the battlefield is mostly to garner a messed up kind of fame where the people will fear him.

A fear that would suppress his enemies further, making his fights easier. The coming fight won’t be that easy, for his enemies don’t know him, they don’t know his horror or the brutality he was capable of.

"Sir, a report came, that the son of the Big family just left for the seas in the same direction." But there is always a silver lining in all of this.

"Which one?"

"The third one."