Chapter 1567: Questions

"How? How are you alive? I watched you get turned into stone!" Nirun said.

"You did. How about this? I will ask you one question and you can ask me one question. We both tell the truth. Is that okay?"

Nirun began pulling the ground up around Ning, threatening to attack him with it. "You are one step away from being killed for trespassing into my house. I do not care how you are alive. If you don't tell me why you are here, I will kill you."

Ning's face showed a lack of emotion for a while. "Hmm, so you don't want to play. I guess I will have to force you to play then. Since you asked the question first, I'll answer. I came to ask you some very important questions. Is that satisfactory?"

"What questions?" the man asked.

"My turn now," Ning said. "Are you the same Nirun that supposedly lost his abilities 2 years ago and became Sparkless?"

Nirun's eyes widened slightly before his face took on a serious expression.

"Why are you alive? Why are you here in my room?" he demanded. The stones grew out from the sides, crushing Ning between them until he was nearly out of breath.

Ning remained unbothered though. "You can't answer a question with a question, Nirun. And two at once at that too? That's just bad sportsmanship," he said. "But I suppose your expression was enough of an answer for me. Since I already told you the answer to one of your questions, I'll tell you the answer to another."

Ning stared the man directly into his eyes and said. "I am alive because nothing can kill me." "Do you really believe that?" Nirun asked.

"Hey! You can't ask a question. It's my turn."

"Screw your questions!"

The rocks crushed Ning in between them as both sides of the ground Nirun had carved out came crashing onto each other. Chucks of the rocks came flying out of the crash, landing all around the room.

Nirun breathed heavily having used so much force into manipulating the rocks. He wasn't used to doing something so violently and the speed at which his Spark power was driven away from him left him breathless.

He sat back on the bed, panting, as he stared at the unnaturally woven mound of rock in front of him.

'Damn it!' Nirun thought. 'I killed someone.'

The noise he made was bound to be heard by people outside. At any moment, people would come through that door and find that mound in the center. When the mound was removed, they would find a dead body and he would be captured.

'No, I can't get captured,' Nirun thought. He had done so much to get where he was in life, sacrificing so many things along the way. He couldn't let his life end like this.

He needed to run away.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he felt slight vibrations underneath his feet and looked up to see the rock mound in front of him shaking. Tiny stones fell from all around the mound, dirt pilling up beneath it.

Then, the mound cracked open as two hands shot out from either side, neither of which looked harmed at all.

Nirun jumped onto the bed, sacred.

The hands reached into the crack toward the front and dug into it before pulling it apart. Then, the entire mound came undone as Ning walked out from it, dusty but unharmed.

Not a single hair on his head seemed to have been damaged during what Nirun had just done. How was this possible? How could... how could someone survive something so violent? "How... how are you alive?" Nirun couldn't help but ask.

Ning shook his head, half in disappointment, half just to get rid of the dirt. "You don't listen to me, do you? I already answered your question before this. You cannot kill me. I am immortal."

Nirun trembled up on the bed, not knowing what to do next. Whatever he would do, he needed to do it fast. For that, he needed more power.

He poured some Spark into his hand, ready to sniff it.

Ning shook his head at the sight. "Not this time!"

He raised his hand, touching onto the air before him, feeling the power of Spark raging within him as he had already consumed a bit of it before coming out of the rock mound.

Ning touched the air and turned it solid. He turned it into glass.

The glass Ning was used to handle was the tough kind with a density that was close to 5 thousand times the density of the air in that room.

Meaning, that when he converted the air into glass, it became 5000 times smaller in volume. And it became that small instantly.

A split second ago, Nirun was about to sniff Spark to regain more power. A split second later, the room around him lost all air, everything turning into tiny specks of glass that appeared all around them at once.

A vacuum was created in the room in that instant.

Nirun, who was about to sniff, was forced to instantly relinquish all air in his lungs and mouth as it was pulled away by the vacuum, inadvertently blowing away all the Spark in his palm. The vacuum also pulled air from outside that came in with a rush, blowing the metal door off its hinges. The rushing air slammed Nirun into the wall behind him.

Nirun fell down back on the bed and began grunting in pain. His back hurt and so did his lungs. He breathed as well as he could, now feeling a burning pain in other parts of his body as well. He began crying and it was at this point Ning grabbed him by the sleeve, pulling him up.

Ning kicked away the vial of Spark underneath him and looked at the man who could do nothing but cry at this point.

"Now then," Ning said. "Are you ready to answer my questions? Or do you wish to continue this nonsense?"