Dark Magus Returns

After successfully pushing Dame into the portal, Chip folded his arms and looked at the portal with a smile on his face. Some of the others in the room couldn't help but look at each other.

"How could anyone have that look on their face after sending someone to that place?" one of the guards whispered.

"Chip didn't even bother to explain anything either. It appears as if that guy just came here. Is he going to be alright?"

"He should be fine. He had strong Qi for his age... but you never know what's going to happen in that place."

After waiting for quite a long time, Chip went to the edge of the room and relaxed in a chair. Once in a while, he would leave the room, return with some snacks, and even a book. He read the book and glanced up at the portal occasionally. That was until a gray-haired, well-built man entered.

"Chip, I was looking for you everywhere. Are you still here?"

"Fanum, you know why I'm here. I need to be ready for when the new one gets out, and as you might guess, he hasn't come out yet," Chip replied.

Fanum's eyes widened as soon as he heard the news.

"He still hasn't come out? Doesn't that mean he's most likely dead? From the report, I read that he was in pretty bad condition. You didn't let him rest before throwing him in there."

"You know that won't change anything. That place is different from other dimensions, so it won't matter," Chip said. "I just need to be ready. When he comes out, I can patch him up again, no worries."

Fanum started to shake his head and let out a sigh.

"I guess if Amir is the one giving you orders, I can't complain. Things always seem to work out when it comes to him. Either way, I need you right now. One of our own is badly hurt."

"If someone comes through, then one of the guards will come and call you. We'll be in the west section," Fanum said to the guards.

After some time had passed, Chip eventually returned.

"There's been no reaction from the portal?" Chip asked.

"None, sir. I believe this is the longest someone has spent in that dimension. That is if he's still alive," the guard replied.

"Don't look at me like that," Chip said, returning to his seat. "It's not my fault if he couldn't make it through. It just means he wasn't meant to."

Just as Chip sat down, the strange glowing substance of the portal started to ripple, and coming right through it was a hand covered in blood.

Thick cuts and wounds could be seen, flesh torn apart to the point where bone was on display.

Right after the hand, the rest of the body appeared, and it was in the same sorry state. The body was filled with deep cuts and blood; it was a surprise that a person like this was even moving.

However, what was strangest was the pulsating black substance attached to half of the body—Dame's body. It was moving, wiggling about, with no form or structure, but it looked alive. It didn't take long until Dame completely collapsed on the floor.

Immediately, Chip jumped from his seat and picked up the bandages from the floor. His face started to transform as he shouted to the guards.

"Bring the others! This is one of the worst cases I've seen. Quick!" Chip shouted.

Immediately, he got to work wrapping the bandages around every cut he could see on Dame's body, and shortly after, a group of people entered.

When they looked at the body in front of them, along with the strange black substance, they stopped to look at the situation, forgetting what they were meant to do.

"Are you just going to gawk at him all day or hurry? We will have to start the procedure right now and right here. I don't think he'll survive if we try to move him to the medical room. If he dies, we'll have a huge problem on our hands."

The group of people quickly got to work, attending to the injured Dame.

"The state of him... did he happen to come across a Dimension boss in there? I've never seen such a large amount of the black substance. It's the only thing that would explain it."

"We can ask him about it when he lives and survives!" Chip shouted back.

The event that day was quite significant for the Bonum Society. The news traveled fast to all of their members, and there was a great amount of excitement.

Dame had managed to get through it all right, and with what had happened to him, he had no choice but to stay with the Bonum Society, as he had learned about his new body.

The changes that would happen, and how to control himself. He dived deeper into the Bonum Society and learned that Chip was part of a specialist medical team.

As for his special bandages, they were covered with his spit, which had a healing factor due to his hybrid form. But most of his time was spent with Fanum learning to control his own Hybrid form.

A lot of what had happened to Dame in that portal was lost. What the dimension was like, what beast he had encountered, and what had happened to him.

All he knew now was that he was like the other major members of the Bonum Society—a hybrid—and one that was learning to control himself.

Not all members of the Bonum Society were hybrids, but it was the edge they had over the world.

Yet, despite all the time Dame had spent there, he still had no clue what the goal of the Bonum Society was, or what they were trying to do, that was until a particular visitor arrived.

The canteen was pretty empty that day, and Dame was enjoying a meal on his own. He was distant from the others; it was in his nature not to trust people, even in his own clan. It felt even more that way in a place that had turned him like this.

Coming across, someone sat right across from him.

"I knew you would survive and amount to great things. It looks like it's all going well for you," Amir said with a smile.

Immediately, there was a quick question on Dame's mind. Not the surprise of seeing Amir, but something else he wanted answered.

"How are the others?" Dame asked.

"You are a better person than I thought. They are doing well; you can calm your worries, at least for now," Amir said. "This won't last forever. I assume, at best, it will last until the Martial Arts Tournament.

"After that, their lives are as good as gone unless we are able to do something about it. I heard your training has been going well. We need to put it to the test."

"We are going to pay a visit to the Splitting Fang Clan, and you are going to be the one to take out their Clan Head."

The words, the information being thrown at Dame, were partly too much. The Splitting Fang Clan was a strong clan in the Demonic Faction, and to best the Clan Head—that was absurd.

"It's part of your training, and on the way, I'll tell you everything about the Bonum Society."