Novel & Cerita Many Minds Many Masters

55 Come Emily’s POV “Don’t even start.” I glaringly look at Arthur. He seem to be enjoying this but I don’t I hate that I have to speak up like that, isn’t that suppose to be common sense? And how can a person be like that? I’m not even like that when I was being a mistress to Arthur but no, she’s not a mistress and I surely hope she won’t be because I don’t know what I will do if she will be.

At that moment, Caspian came to understand who the important figure Bowen talked about before — He referred to the wisp of Spiritual Master's divine consciousness. The power of a Spiritual Master could reach the entire world with just a single thought. Hence, he naturally would not easily appear in front of mortals. Even to a certain extent, with so many cultivators present, only the elders of the six major sects were qualified to meet the Spiritual Master. As for Caspian and the other disciples, their realms were too low to meet the Spiritual Master.

Tyrone finished what he had to say. The air about him suddenly changed. He was no longer a frail, elderly man. He suddenly looked like a man who could slaughter the entire world and decide the lives and deaths of everyone around. It was terrifying. This change in atmosphere struck fear and panic in everyone. That was the terrifying thing about true masters. Every single action they decided could affect the minds and moods of ordinary people. “Let me see what you can do, Master Collins.”

Oh… Perfect time to eat - she thought with her eyes focused on the tray amd not ready to take notice of the lady's appearance. She could tell how delicious the meal would be just with the salivating aroma coming out already. "Master asked me to give this to you" the lady proffered the tray to her as she collected after muttering a low but audible "Thanks" She cared less and ate to her satisfaction and belched loudly after drinking a lot of water. Ugh… Time to do some sight seeing… *

Enjoy reading. My story is one that many people will find hard to believe. I'm living it and I find it hard to believe. You see I was that guy. You know the one, the ninety-pound weakling too smart for his own good, too dumb to excel. Well, that is until the day I WOKE. Let me back up a bit. My name is Greg Masters and I can control people's minds. I know, sounds like bad science fiction or some kind of erotic story fantasy doesn't it? But it's not. See, until that fateful day I was your typical nobody.

Henry hissed. "Okay, listen to me. I'll teach you things you don't understand, okay?" "Thank you. I'd love to learn. You're a better Master." Wow. "How many masters do you report to?" "I have you. The older Master Brainne. And you, Master Henry." "Master Brainne. Did he leave a message?" "No." "An instruction?" "Many instructions. I should watch you. Some codes I should keep a secret." Wow. "Did you ask him why?"

“I mean, you should have a name. A family.” “I have no one.” “Then how did you get here?” “I don't know.” I slammed my palm on my small, round table, spilling coffee all over the whole place. “I don't know whatever you're up to, but you certainly can't stay here.” I pushed. “I can't be your Master.” Then he stood up, taking slow strides towards me. For a moment, I was blown away by how high and mighty he looked at the moment. If anyone had to call the other master, it could as well be me clinging unto this mysterious guy's feet.

There is something wrong with me. I stumble toward the guard, trying not to let him see how badly my hands are shaking. He turns and starts up the steps without waiting for me. My stiff legs groan in protest as I follow, taking the steps one at a time. Will this keep happening? Will I keep slipping into another memory of someone? At any time? The relentless questions hammer against my skull. What if I black out in front of the Grandmasters? What if I stay stuck in those memories? If my own mind is going to betray me, I won't need the Grandmasters’ verdict to destroy me.

They'll fall until they fear, until they tremble at the mere mention. Louis shook as if struck by lightning. Die? However many? In his entire life, he never met someone so confident! Perhaps the better term to be used was 'arrogant'. "Young man, you don't understand the vastness of the heavens and the depth of the earth. Do you think being a Grandmaster, a supreme grand martial, is the ceiling of martial arts?" Louis continued after a moment of silence, "There are masters beyond masters, heavens beyond heavens. In the martial world, true experts either hide in the mountains or join the military. The so-called martial arts Grandmaster is just qualified to venture into the martial world.

"Oh, that was great. But it's going to wear me to a sliver." My Master eyes me slant-wise, his mouth twitching. "So, you're not enjoying having three husbands?" There's a twinkle in his eye, but the question sobers me. "Is that really what's happening? I know we talked... Michael and Beth... but..." My Master, my husband de facto, sits by me, stroking my hand. "I'd say that is what is happening, yes. The reality of the situation." His brow creases. "Does that bother you?"