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"Halt!" A voice called out loudly, stopping the statue from taking another step closer. It bowed its head and was immobile.

\'What the–\' He clenched his fist. His eye twitched for a while as he tried to control his disappointment. He had finally gotten the right plan to take down this menace, yet it got ruined at the last moment?!!!

Raising his hand, he prepared to carry out his plans, this statue needed to go. He could only feel this as a trick to let his guard down again.

"Please don\'t!" Fegan called out in a panic, "I beg of you, if it\'s damaged or destroyed, it will reflect on me also."

From a distance, he saw Fegan approaching on a wooden horse.

Clop!

Clop!

"Oh, it\'s Fegan." He facepalmed, his hand still aimed at the statue\'s legs, ready to do what he had in mind if he did anything that pissed him off.

Jumping off the wooden horse, it made a clicking sound before it dismantled and stacked itself, then reduced in size before Fegan absorbed the white essence from it.

Before turning to face Nix, he was hit by a ball of flame, pushing him several feet away.

"Why the hell would you create such a dangerous statue, knowing the consequences?!" He fumed, ready to carry out his anger on the progenitor.

"As expected, how did I not see it sooner?" He muttered under his breath. Letting out a laugh as he got up.

"That\'s a temper you got there kiddo." He turned around, raising his hands in defense.

\'Kiddo?!\' Nix raised a brow at his reference, flames engulfing his hands again, ready to pick a fight with him for his choice of words.

"I. am. not. a. kid!" He said slowly through gritted teeth. He had excused the last two times a similar reference was made. This was unforgivable.

\'But you are to me, you should be a few years older than my daughter.\' He looked away awkwardly at his own thoughts.

"You are right." He said instead.

Nix was stunned by his docile actions and strange behavior.

"What did you just say?"

"You are right?" Fegan said in more confusion and a question than a statement.

Nix narrowed his eyes, still not wanting to believe he would just make a U-turn in behavior.

"Oh I get it," he pointed a finger at Fegan. "Did my ability come so close to crippling the statue and in turn you, that it humbled the high and mighty Fegan?"

Fegan\'s brows furrowed at his manner of speech. Even though he was someone with a special ability and with great conviction– the one, he still couldn\'t tolerate his approach.

"At the very least respect your elders, you brat! You\'re still a boy who doesn\'t know what lies ahead for you. Didn\'t your parents teach you some manners?!" He spat. The one or not, he wouldn\'t tolerate the disrespect.

Nix was taken aback by the scolding he had just received. A sharp pain shot to his heart. He took a handful of his shirt, groaning in pain, hyperventilating.

Fegan stared in confusion at the reaction to his words. "Are you alright ki–" he paused in his words, remembering he didn\'t like to call in such a manner.

"Stay back!" He threatened, aiming his fireball at Fegan\'s side.

He tried to control his emotions, gritting his teeth and punching a tree continuously.

[Health level dropped by 2 points]

Bam!

[Health level dropped by 2 points]

"Would you stop that?! Your hand is bleeding." Fegan yelled.

Nix stopped, looking at his knuckles, his eyes blurred with tears.

Biting on his bottom lip, he realized that he was never taught any manners, to begin with. It was all about survival at the orphanage. Only when he was approached and taken out by Drui, was when he had a change of heart.

\'F*ck you, Drui!\' He cursed at the thought of what he had lost was far greater than when he had not met him.

Fegan could see his body trembling, fixated on the spot. "Hey!" He called out, hoping he could turn around so he could see his countenance.

Wiping his tears with his sleeve, he turned around giving a slight bow, "I am deeply sorry for the disrespect."

There was no need to justify his actions with his family history.

Fegan\'s mouth gaped open a bit. Confused at the behavior change, wonderingly why he had channeled his anger on a tree and in the process got his hand injured. Or why he suddenly spoke calmly and even bowed.

Ripping a part of his cloth with his teeth, he wrapped it around his hand for the time being.

"What\'s with you and ripping clothing?" Fegan pointed out, "and you need to clean that up well." He added.

Raising his head, he had come to realize something about Fegan. He wasn\'t the deranged sculptor he had expected but kind and thoughtful.

[500 points gained]

[Congratulations on your successful completion, you have a total of 2803 points earned]

The trip to finding Fegan and engaging his puppets was one of the best that he had accepted.

It was plain to see why it said \'find\' and not \'kill\' him. The system wanted him to know the real person within before he made whatever decision he wanted to make.

\'Mune, you were right.\' He gave a faint chuckle in his thoughts.

Exhaling and inhaling, he looked at Fegan with a new mindset, "I need a favor from you, and I\'m hoping you could fulfill it."

Shaking off his initial reaction, he cleared his throat. "What favor?"

When he raised his right arm slowly, it sent the wrong signal to Fegan as he jumped back, wondering what he wanted to do.

"There\'s no need to engage." He tried to reason.

"I was just raising the arm that needs your help specifically." Nix deadpanned.

"Oh... I knew that." He chuckled until it trailed out, dusting himself. "So what can I help you with?"

"I was marked by one of your creations." He replied. "By Agatha," he said more specifically.

"What?!" He yelled in panic. It had been a decade since he had seen and heard of his creation, his body began to tremble at the memory of that one creation.

p Nix shrugged, not understanding why he was taking the news of the statue so seriously.

"Where did you see Agatha?" He walked closer to Nix but maintained a 3-meter distance.

"You don\'t know?" Nix was more than confused by his question.

Shaking his head in reply, he wished he could get closer and shake the answers from him.

"The Academy, obviously you should know the place," Nix replied with a raise of his brow.

"What were you doing in Shibui Gift Academy?" He questioned, as his eyes doubled in fear.

"An unfortunate event brought me there." He sighed

A gasp escaped Fegan\'s lips, he pulled on his hair in anguish. "No... no... no... why there?!!!"

He began to hyperventilate, his eyes darting everything. "It wasn\'t meant to be you! Why now?!" He spoke to no one in particular.