ã€ŠMy Charity System made me too OPã€‹


 Chapter 1 Arune Key

    In the heart of an ancient, grand hall bathed in soft golden light, the air was thick with an otherworldly energy. The stone walls were adorned with intricate carvings of forgotten deities and symbols that pulsed faintly with a mystic glow.

    The floor, a perfect circle of smooth obsidian, reflected the seated figures of twenty children, each around sixteen years of age, arranged in a meditative stance. Their eyes were closed, faces serene, as they sought the inner key that would open the gateway to their destiny: the Celestial Tower.

    At the center of this solemn gathering stood a woman, robed in deep, flowing azure fabric. Her presence was commanding, yet serene, like a calm storm waiting to unleash its fury. She was their guide, a master in the Celestial Tower, and her name was revered among the children and elders alike. Her voice, though soft, echoed through the vast hall as she instructed them.

    "Focus your breath," she spoke, her words as smooth as a mountain stream. "The Arune Key lies within you all. It is the essence of your spirit, the key that will unlock the path to the Celestial Tower."

    The children sat in silence, their focus sharpening, guided by her presence. Each of them had been preparing for this moment for years, a journey of meditation, discipline, and growth. The Arune Key was their purpose, their first step into a greater world.

    Among the children, seated in perfect stillness, was Leon¡ªan orphan like many of them, but unlike anyone else. His messy, dark hair brushed lightly against his forehead, and his sharp green eyes, now closed in concentration, betrayed the stillness he maintained on the outside.

    While the others focused solely on their inner journey to unlock the Arune Key, Leon''s mind was constantly pulled by memories that no one else here could even fathom.

    Beneath the surface of his mind, Leon could feel something stirring. It wasn the Arune Key, the mystical force they all sought to awaken. A warmth spread through his chest, like a forgotten power resurfacing, demanding to be recognized.

    The guide, sensing his sudden shift in energy, turned her attention to him. "Leon," she called softly, her voice cutting through the silence. "You are close. Trust in what you feel. The Arune Key is within you."

    Leon''s breathing deepened, steadying as the warmth in his chest grew more intense. He could feel it now¡ªa surge of energy coursing through his veins, awakening something dormant within him. His body trembled slightly, but he remained seated, holding onto the calmness he''d mastered in his previous life.

    The Arune Key, the mystical force they were all striving to unlock, was no longer a distant concept for Leon. It was real, tangible, like a flame flickering brighter with each passing moment. His thoughts, once clouded by memories of another world, sharpened as the energy pooled in his chest, coiling like a spring ready to unfurl.

    Suddenly, a searing sensation spread across his torso. It wasn''t painful, but it was intense, as though the very essence of his being was being branded with something ancient, something powerful. His eyes snapped open, glowing faintly with a golden hue as he looked down at his chest. Beneath his shirt, a light pulsed¡ªa symbol forming just beneath his skin.

    The guide''s gaze fixed on him, her calm demeanor hiding a flicker of surprise. The other children remained unaware, still deep in their meditative trances, but Leon could feel her focus entirely on him.

    Slowly, he pulled the collar of his shirt down, revealing the mark that had begun to take shape¡ªa trident-like symbol, glowing with radiant gold light, etched into his skin like a brand. The mark thrummed with power, an ancient energy that seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat.

 Chapter 2 Arune Key II

    Elara Ravengale watched in disbelief as Leon sat quietly in his meditative stance, his focus razor-sharp. It had barely been thirty minutes since the ceremony began, and yet, here he was¡ªalready on the verge of awakening his Arune Key. This was unheard of.

    Normally, the process took hours, with each student slowly guiding their energy through their body until it settled in their chest, ready to manifest. But Leon... he had moved through each stage effortlessly, far faster than anyone she had ever guided.@@@@

    The faint glow beneath his shirt caught her attention. Elara stepped closer, her heart pounding, but she kept her face calm and composed. She had guided dozens of children through their awakenings, yet none had done what Leon was doing.

    His breath hitched for a moment, and then it happened. The glow intensified, spreading across his chest. He pulled his shirt slightly aside, revealing the mark of his Arune Key¡ªa trident-like symbol, glowing a deep gold, etched onto his skin like it had always been there, waiting to emerge.

    Elara''s breath caught in her throat. The symbol was clear, vivid, unmistakable. Leon had fully awakened his Arune Key, and faster than she had ever seen.

    For a long moment, she simply stared, her mind racing to understand how this had happened. Leon was known for being diligent, hardworking, and calm, but this? This was beyond anything she had expected.

    "Leon," she said softly, her voice even, though her thoughts were anything but, "you''ve done it."

    Leon''s chest rose and fell steadily, his eyes still closed, the symbol on his chest slowly dimming until it was just a faint imprint on his skin. He had done what most took hours to achieve¡ªand without struggle.

    Elara said nothing more. There was no need. The Arune Key was awakened, and his journey had only just begun.

    "I should inform the higher-ups... though, whether he reaches that point or not is the real concern," Elara thought as she watched Leon. "Many geniuses have died before even reaching the First Floor of the Tower." Her gaze lingered on him. "Not to mention, one has to score high in the Tutorial if they want to awaken a truly powerful ability."

    Awakening the Arune Key was just the first step in the process of becoming an Ascended. Right now, everyone in this hall, including Leon, had only reached Tier 0. They had just unlocked their energy veins and centers¡ªwhat was referred to as the Arune Key. The real journey would begin when they entered the Tutorial Tower, where they would have to complete a series of challenges.

    With a deep breath, Leon activated his Arune Key. As he did, the trident mark on his chest flared briefly, and a golden magic circle appeared on the ground beneath him. The energy radiating from it was warm and steady, enveloping him in light.

    As the light vanished so did Leon " Best of Luck" Elara mumbled as she focused on other children Leon was just one of the many she is guiding today after all.

    ****

    As Leon opened his eyes , he appeared in middle of the Room, it was simple room with bed, sofa and study table , a chest and a shelf.

    [Set your Avatar]

    As he was looking around the small cozy room, also called the Room of Arune, by many, a transparent Blue screen in front of him.

    Leon looked at it for a moment and pushed it aside as he opened another Screen, this time it was White and Golden full of holy feeling.

    [Super Charity System]

    [Congratulations Leon, you have been chosen by this great system]

    As he opened it, a small fairy with golden butterfly wings , with lemon yellowy dress and red contrasting hairs and eyes came out as she looked at Leon and began introducing.

    Leon looked at it, this was the other thing that awakened when he activated his Arune Key: something called the Super Charity System. He didn''t know what this was, but he could feel its potential. It would make him unique and powerful in this world.

 Chapter 3 Trial

    Leo curiously looked at the little fairy that came out of the golden white screen. "Who... What are you?" he asked, curious about this system.

    [My name is Cherry, and I am the guide of your system,] she answered with a nonchalant look on her face.

    "Ahh, really?" Leo nodded, while nothing went through his head. "What is this system actually?" he asked.

    [It''s a system, what else could it be?] she replied.

    "Hmm, so, can you explain the system functions to me?" Leo asked, wondering which question to ask so he could get a proper answer.

    [As a guide, that''s my purpose,] Cherry said as she continued.

    [The Super Charity System works based on Good Karma.]

    [It basically has many functions; however, right now only two functions are activated.]

    [They are Appraisal and Rebate,] she explained.

    [Appraisal: It allows the host, which is you, to appraise anything and find its value.]

    [Rebate: It is the most important function of the system. Anything donated by the host will be returned to the host multiplied by 25 times.]

    [Basically, anything the host gives comes back to him increased by 25 times.]

    "What do you mean by that?" Leo asked, his heart pounding. If what he was thinking turned out to be true, this could be a game changer for him.

    [Allow me to explain by giving an example.]

    [Suppose the host donates a gold coin. Now, the host has two options: either receive a quality rebate or a quantity rebate.]@@@@

    [If the host chooses quantity, then the host will receive 25 gold coins. However, if the host chooses quality, then the host will receive a higher form of currency, like mithril coins or platinum coins.] Cherry said with her same emotionless face.

    "It''s true!" Leon mumbled, covering his mouth with his hand. "Ahahaha, great! Now I can get to the same level as the other big clans'' kids," he thought to himself with a happy smile, as he sat on his sofa in the Arune Room.

    Cherry very much felt the need to tell him that his potential is now limitless as so his future and he shouldn''t compare himself to any mortals, but she stopped '' He should find out it himself'' she thought, as she calmly sat on is shoulders and looked around the Arune room.

    The room of Arune is the space in their Arune key, Like an resting area in the Tower. They can enter this space whenever they are in any non-restricted and battle-free zone; it essentially acts as a traveling home.

    Not to mention, it can also store items. However, it is limited to the capacity of the chest present in the room.

    Currently, his chest storage is 100 square meters.

    But, he can''t use it now, it will be only available when his Tier advances to Tier 1, after he completes the Ascension Trial and reaches next tier from his current Tier 0 state.

    "Let''s now start the Trial" he mumbled to himself as he pressed on the blue screen which belongs to Tower.

    {Set Your Avatar}

    In the Tower, everyone has the option to enter with a different appearance. This function is usually utilized by people like Leon, who don''t have support from a big clan or family. It''s meant to ensure their survival, as using powers gained in the outside world is strictly forbidden unless necessary.

    Equipment Ranks : {Common - Uncommon - Rare - Epic - Legendary - Mythical}

    Skills : Mortal Swordsmanship (C) ]

    Skill ranks : {E - D - C - B - A - S - SS - SSS - Ex }

    Leon nodded, as ten is the limit for any mortal like him, of course unless you have bloodline of a big clan running through you and having it as a bloodline legacy.

    Leon shook his head as he looked at next Step.

    {Choose difficulty : Easy, Normal, Hard, Very Hard, Expert, Nightmare, Legendary, Insane}

    Choosing a difficulty level is crucial as it defines one''s future. For example, Leon''s current status is at the maximum for any mortal without any bloodline legacy.

    If he were to choose Easy difficulty, his stats would multiply by 1x as he ascends to the next tier, with the multiplier increasing as the difficulty rises:

    Easy: 1x

    Normal: 2x

    Hard: 3x

    Very Hard: 4x

    Expert: 5x

    Nightmare: 6x

    Legendary: 8x

    Insane: 10x

    Leon looked at the difficulties, as he thought for a moment ''Normally I should have chosen expert level but now that I have this System, I will chose Insane'' he thought as he moved his finger from Expert to Insane and pressed it.

    As he pressed, another screen pop up in front of him .

    {Awaken Inherent Ability}

    {Y/N}

    Awakening an ability or not doesn''t affect the end result, at least that''s public knowledge.

    "Honestly, if I think about those greedy clans, I believe they would definitely hide this information," he thought as he pressed "No."

    It was a big gamble, as he would not receive any boost from his ability. If he had taken an ability, the accompanying stat boost would have been involved with it.

    Which means he will now enter with a peak mortal body in an Insane difficulty level which even Mythical awakeners can''t guarantee a successful Trial pass.

    As he pressed it , a portal appeared and then taking out the steel sword in his hands he stepped inside.

 Chapter 4 Trial II

    As Leon stepped into the portal, a blinding light engulfed him, overwhelming his senses. The world around him seemed to dissolve into pure brightness, forcing him to shield his eyes with his arm. His body felt weightless, as if he were floating in an endless void. The light grew hotter and more intense, pressing against him from all sides.

    His skin tingled, his muscles stiffened, and a deep discomfort churned in his stomach.

    Suddenly, the heat subsided, and a strange coolness washed over him. The portal spat him out onto cold, rough ground. He stumbled, almost collapsing from the dizziness, his vision blurry. He squeezed his eyes shut, taking deep, steady breaths to calm the nausea that gnawed at him.

    When he finally opened his eyes, he was no longer the Leon he knew. His reflection in a puddle of murky water sent a shock through his heart¡ªhis once familiar appearance was gone. Instead, a scrawny, pitiful figure stared back at him. His hair, now a striking white with streaks of blue, clung messily to his head.

    His eyes remained the same color, but they looked hollow and dead, as if something vital had been drained from him.

    He ran his bony fingers over his face, tracing the sharp angles of his jaw, the thinness of his body, and the sickly paleness of his skin. His clothes hung loosely on his skeletal frame, ragged and torn, barely covering his frail form.

    Around him, the air was thick with the stench of rot and decay. He had landed in a slum¡ªa place that looked like it had been forgotten by time. The streets were narrow and lined with crumbling buildings, their windows shattered and walls covered in grime. Piles of trash and debris littered the ground, and distant echoes of scuffling feet and murmured voices filled the oppressive silence.

    Dim light filtered through the heavy clouds above, casting long shadows that seemed to crawl across the ground.

    The people here were as broken as their surroundings¡ªemaciated figures slumped against walls, their eyes glazed over with hopelessness, much like his own reflection. This place, this version of reality, was harsh and unforgiving. It felt as if the very air suffocated any sense of hope.

    Leon stood there, his body trembling, his mind racing to make sense of the transformation and this grim new world.

    "Yep, this is definitely an insane start," he thought as he looked down at himself, clenching and unclenching his frail fists. The muscles he once relied on were gone, replaced by a sickly, weak frame.

    "It feels like even a stray dog could beat me now," he muttered bitterly to himself.

    Just then, a sharp tone echoed in his mind.

    {Successful Transmission}

    Leon froze, his thoughts interrupted as he focused on the message that appeared before his eyes.

    {Insane Difficulty Trial Starts}

    "Here, sweetie," she said kindly before moving on to distribute bread to others in the slums.

    Leon blinked, surprised by her generosity. He stared at the bread, then a thought struck him. "Yes... what if?"

    "Cherry, you there?" he asked aloud, glancing around, trying to find the emo fairy.

    Suddenly, Cherry appeared on his shoulder, her expression cold and emotionless as always. "You don''t have to shout aloud. You can call me mentally, just start with my name," she said flatly.

    Leon nodded quickly, not wanting to look like a madman talking to himself in public.

    ''Can I donate this Class Change Token?'' he asked mentally this time, glancing around at the people in need.

    [Yes, Host. You can do that,] Cherry replied in his mind.

    Leon smiled foolishly, feeling a bit smarter for asking. ''Hmm, I could use this to get a good ally too,'' he thought, his gaze drifting to the system''s appraisal function.

    ''Cherry, can I appraise humans with this function?'' he asked, curiosity rising.

    [Yes. The appraisal function was designed so future Hosts can find someone in desperate need of charity,] Cherry explained.

    Leon rubbed his chin, pondering his next move. ''Does it make a difference if I donate to someone who doesn''t really need it versus someone who does?'' he asked.

    [Yes. For example, if you give a homeless person a house, you''ll receive higher karma points based on their need level. But if you give a house to someone who already owns several, you will not receive any karma points,] Cherry clarified.

    [Obtaining karma points is necessary, as they can be used to upgrade the system to the next level.]

    ''Wait, the system can level up too?'' Leon''s eyes widened in surprise.

    [Yes, it can,] Cherry confirmed.

    Leon grinned, excitement bubbling inside him. "So there''s more to this than I thought..." he murmured to himself, realizing that this slum might hold more opportunities than it seemed.

 Chapter 5 Trial III

    The trials after Expert¡ªnamely Nightmare, Legendary, and Insane¡ªinvolve much more than just surviving waves of monsters. These trials require more than just personal strength; you need allies and strategy to prevail in the final three difficulty stages.

    With each increase in difficulty, the trials become more challenging. For instance, if Leon had chosen Nightmare, he might have started in a position like a city leader or someone of similar status. In Legendary, he could have been a regular person, perhaps with a decent role like a guard.

    But in Insane, he starts as a beggar, making it incredibly difficult for the challenger to rise in status and become the city''s leader within just six months.

    For most, this would seem impossible, but for Leon, his "Charity system" turns this disadvantage into an opportunity. In areas like slums, where people are desperate for help, even providing food can make you a hero in their eyes. Additionally, many skilled or resourceful individuals often emerge from these difficult environments, giving Leon a unique advantage.@@@@

    "Time to find my first ally," Leon mumbled to himself as he looked around. With his appraisal active, he began to focus on two categories: first, the young with potential and the will to move forward; second, the experienced, those crippled by the city''s top brass yet still possessing the determination to make things right.

    Leon first activated his Appraisal on the nearby people scattered around, but after seeing the large status screen, he paused.

    "Cherry, can you make adjustments to the Appraisal results?" he asked, stopping and leaning against a wall.

    [I can. What do you want?] Cherry asked, looking at him.

    "Remove everything from the Appraisal results except for the name, potential, charity need (on a scale of 1 to 10), and a bit of background," Leon said. Cherry nodded, and after a moment, her glow turned red briefly before she said, [Done.]

    Leon nodded and then used it on a nearby drunk man.

    [Name: Arthur Mane]

    [Potential: Not noteworthy]

    [Charity need: 10 (Alcohol)]

    Pat, pat.

    "What do you want?" Leon asked, lifting his head once more, only to see the kid offering him a quarter of the bread he had given earlier.

    Leon chuckled softly. "It''s okay, you eat it. I''ve already had enough," he said, ruffling the kid''s hair. The boy nodded, then grabbed Leon''s hand and started pulling him along.

    "Where are you taking me?" Leon asked, not resisting, but the kid didn''t answer and just tugged him along. Leon shrugged and stood up. Maybe he''s taking me to his home. Well, it can''t be worse than my situation, sleeping on the streets, he thought as he followed the boy.

    Just like Leon, the kid wore dirty clothes and rags. His hair was black, but his eyes were a striking shade of red¡ªnot sinister, but like a beautiful, jewel-like red.

    Leon kept following the kid as they moved from one street of the slum to another, occasionally passing groups of gangsters. They eyed Leon suspiciously, but as soon as they noticed the boy, they backed away.

    "Who are you?" Leon asked, noticing how the thugs seemed to avoid the kid.

    But the boy didn''t answer, continuing forward in silence until they reached a house. Like the others in the slum, it was broken and filthy¡ªjust the norm here. The kid motioned for Leon to enter, and Leon followed as he glanced around, finding the inside just as rundown and dirty.

    "Is this your place, kid?" Leon asked, looking around. The boy shook his head, pointed silently behind him.

    Leon turned around, and that''s when he saw a girl peeking out. She seemed to be his age, but it was hard to tell with her malnourished body.

    "Did you give bread to my sister?" she asked, stepping out into the light. Just like the boy, she had black hair and striking red eyes.

    "Wait, that''s your sister?" Leon asked, confused as he looked between the two. The boy or rather little girl shyly nodded, while the girl patted her head, gazing at him.

    "Yes, I keep her dressed like a boy for her safety," the girl explained. "My name is Sabrina, and you are?" she asked, straightening up and introducing herself with curiosity.

 Chapter 6 Trial IV

    The next morning, Leon woke up to the sun''s rays on his face. He shielded his eyes as he got up from the bed. The two sisters were generous enough to lend him a room for the night.

    The elder sister is named Lana, while the little one is Millie, and from them, Leon learned more about the city.

    The city is called Blue Wind City, known for its special winds that turn blue once a year at irregular intervals. It''s also during this time that a monster horde attacks the city. Every year, the City Lord defends the city with his men, but this year is different. The City Lord was poisoned and killed, along with his entire family.

    Now, the city is ruled by the Vice City Lord, Brain, who is as greedy as they come. As soon as he took power, he divided the city into four parts. The most desirable part is the central area, where people like him live. The inner part is where other nobles reside. The outer part is where the rich live, and lastly, the slums, where criminals and beggars like Leon are forced to stay.

    Each part is separated by tall walls, with gates heavily guarded, only allowing people to move from one section to another. When Leon first saw it, he thought he was in a prison for criminals, but it turned out the entire city is like this.@@@@

    This means the foolish Vice City Lord has wasted the city''s precious resources building walls, instead of maintaining weapons or artillery. Many high-ranking powerhouses have already left the city because they weren''t receiving their payments.

    Now, the city is at its weakest. As Leon learned about the city''s dire state, he received another quest.

    {You have learned of the city''s dire situation.}

    {Quest generated.}

    {Objective: Cleanse the city of corruption and restore order.}

    {Reward: Continuation of the trial, a Tier II power source.}

    Leon looked at the reward but wasn''t too impressed. The monster hordes usually have a Tier II leader along with some Tier II minions and a lot of lower-tier monsters. "Though, I can use to make others better and also donate it as charity and receive a better source," he thought.

    A power source is essentially the accumulation of an individual''s essence, typically formed after one''s death. For example, when a monster dies, it leaves behind its power source. However, over the years, many people have discovered ways to create them artificially, especially in large clans.

    Lana froze mid-bite, turning to him with a sharp look. In a flash, she vanished, and before Leon could react, she appeared behind him, pressing a broken axe with a sharp edge against his neck.

    "Who are you?" she asked, her tone full of threat.

    Lana''s reaction was justified¡ªafter all, she is the daughter of the previous City Lord. She and her sister survived the massacre, and now they were hiding here in the slums, living in constant fear and distrust of everyone. They couldn''t even leave this city as Brain has his men stationed around to find them.

    Leon raised his hands calmly, feeling the sharpness of the axe against his neck. "Just answer," Lana pressed, her grip tightening.

    "I''m here to help," Leon said, keeping his voice steady despite the tension. He could feel the pressure of the axe drawing a thin line of blood.

    He didn''t dare move¡ªLana was now a Tier II powerhouse, with a level of 152. Each tier is divided into 100 levels, and at Tier II, she was already a formidable being.

    "Why should I believe you?" Lana asked sharply.

    "What could a mere Tier I, level 0 awakened like me possibly do?" Leon responded, maintaining his calm as Lana eyed him suspiciously. "Speak, why are you here?" she demanded, pressing the axe closer to his neck.

    "I need allies," Leon said, his voice steady. "To avenge my father. He was a guard at the City Lord''s palace. On the day of the massacre, he was killed too."

    "I don''t remember a guard with white hair," Lana replied, her suspicion deepening.

    "I inherited my hair from my mother," Leon explained calmly.

    Lana studied him, still doubtful. "You say you need allies, but what could you possibly offer with such meager strength?" she scoffed, finally removing the axe from his neck.

    Leon rubbed the spot where her axe had left a light scratch. Without a word, he took out the Class Change Token and placed it on the table. "I''ll give you this," he said, his tone calm.

 Chapter 7 Trial V

    Lana glanced at the token and replied, "I''ve already changed my class."@@@@

    "So, what else can you offer?" she asked again, while Millie had long since run away, her head now peeking out from behind the wall as she silently watched them.

    "I know you''ve already changed your class, but this is an Epic Class Change Token. It can upgrade your current class to Epic rank," Leon said, looking straight at her.

    Lana''s eyes narrowed as she studied him. Then, she touched the token, and information appeared in front of her eyes. Her expression changed, eyes widening as she confirmed the truth. "Is this real?" she asked.

    "Of course it is," Leon said, picking up the token. He took her hand and gave it to her. "Use this, and help me," he added, meeting her gaze.

    Lana nodded as she looked back at him. Class change tokens were rare, and most commonly found for Common and Unommon classes. Even rarer ones, like this Rare token, were incredibly hard to come by¡ªso, now she is sure that Leon is not from her enemy side.

    If he really came from the Brian side, there was no way he would have given her an Epic Class Change Token, as it could easily change the tide of battle. The thought left her hopeful.

    [Host received Hidden Class: Epic Class Change Token] Cherry''s voice echoed as Lana accepted the token.

    "Shouldn''t it be Legendary after 25 times the increase in quality?" Leon asked mentally.

    [Legendary classes are 100 times more powerful than Epic. With your current multiplier of 25, you couldn''t have received it yet,] Cherry replied, and Leon nodded in understanding.

    "Thank you," Lana whispered, falling to her knees as tears streamed down her face. She clutched the Class Change Token tightly, finally seeing a path to avenging her parents and killing Bran.

    Leon watched her, his heart heavy with sympathy, as Millie rushed to hug Lana. He glanced at the hidden class change token in his inventory, pulling it out and offering it to Millie. "Here, this one''s for you," he said with a gentle smile. Millie looked at the token curiously, while Lana, still crying and sobbing, didn''t notice the interaction.

    Suddenly, a notification appeared in Leon''s vision.

    [Host received Legendary Class Change Token... Error]

    [Bug detected] Cherry, who had been perched on Leon''s shoulder, chimed in.

    "Thank you, Cherry," Leon said out loud, unable to contain his excitement. His voice caught Millie''s attention, and she turned to him with wide, curious eyes.

    Lana, too, glanced at him, puzzled by who he was talking to.

    "Nothing," Leon quickly waved it off, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "I was just talking to myself."

    He could feel their eyes still on him, but he didn''t mind. His thoughts were already racing, anticipating what these unknown rewards could bring him.

    "You should use it. And how old is Millie?" Leon asked, glancing at Lana.

    "Millie is still five years away from awakening," Lana replied, handing the token back to Leon. "So, can you store this token for her until then?"

    Leon nodded, taking the token and putting it back in his inventory. He couldn''t use it himself since the rewards he received were already linked to Millie, making her the sole rightful owner. "I''ll keep it safe," he said, though he knew once Millie claimed it, the token would vanish permanently.

    "I''ll use my class change token first. It''s best not to make any big moves right now that could alert Brian," Lana said cautiously.

    "You have a way to leave the city safely?" Leon asked.

    "Yes, but it''s a dangerous path. I barely survived the last time I tried it. That''s why I can''t take Millie with me when I leave. This cursed city isn''t safe for her," Lana sighed, clearly troubled.

    "What''s your class, by the way?" Leon asked, curious about what she had gained.

    "I received the Night Ranger class. It''s a rare assassin-type class," Lana answered with pride.

    "Wow, you''re already so strong with a class like that. I guess if my offer had been any less, you wouldn''t have accepted my request," Leon said, shaking his head with a slight grin.

    Lana nodded. "I''ll be gone until tonight. For now, please take care of Millie," she said as she began preparing her gear for the dangerous journey ahead.

    "Don''t worry, I''ll watch over her," Leon replied, watching as Lana left to gather her things.

 Chapter 8 Trial VI

    Soon after, Lana, now dressed in sleek black clothes that fit her assassin role perfectly, left for her advancement outside the city. She was cautious, knowing that any disturbance caused during her advancement might alert Brian if she stayed within the city walls.

    "Well, looks like it''s just the two of us now," Leon said with a smile, gently patting Millie''s head.

    "You should go and do your usual stuff, but don''t leave the house, okay? I''m not as strict as your sister, but we need to stay safe," Leon added with a light tone. Millie nodded and returned to her room quietly.

    Now alone, Leon stretched his arms, feeling the tension ease. "Alright, time to get myself a class too," he mumbled to himself, a hint of excitement bubbling up.

    With the unknows class token still in his inventory, Leon prepared to use it, hoping the class he would gain would help him change his fate and bring him closer to his goal.

    "I wonder what my compatibility is," Leon mumbled as he gazed at the round token in his hand. It was like a coin, made of a black metallic material, with intricate red carvings etched on its surface.

    "Hmm, I''ve died, so maybe I''ll get a death-related class... but I''ve also been reborn, so perhaps something connected to life," Leon mused. "And since my soul has traveled through space and time, maybe I''ll get something related to that." He wondered as he placed the token on the table.

    Leon pricked his finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the token. As the blood spread over the surface, the token glowed for a moment before shooting into Leon''s chest. He glanced down, expecting some dramatic transformation, but nothing seemed to happen. "Hmm, I guess I''m still waiting for something to happen," he thought,

    [Host has received a class,] Cherry chirped, perched on Leon''s shoulder. Suddenly, his mind was bombarded with the information of his new class, and the Tower system came into view.

    {Challenger used Unknown Class Token}

    {Challenger received the Class: Paradox Mage}

    {Paradox Mage: ???????????}

    {No information available, Challenger must learn about his class himself.}

    {Title unlocked: Unique Class Holder}

    {Effect: Luck +100, Chances of finding unique things increased by 5%.}

    {Debuff applied: All gains temporarily reduced by 50%.}

    Leon stood there for a moment, taking in everything that had just happened. "Paradox Mage? No information, huh?" He scratched his head, confused. "Figures... it wouldn''t be straightforward." The debuff worried him slightly, knowing that his progress would be slower.

    "Cherry, tell me more about this class," Leon asked, hoping his own system might offer some insight despite the Tower system earlier vagueness.

    Cherry''s voice chimed in promptly,

    [Paradox Mage: A Mage whose existence itself is a mystery]

    3. Elementalist

    An Elementalist draws their power from the natural elements: fire, water, earth, air, and sometimes other forces like lightning, ice, and magma. They are masters of elemental manipulation, using these primal forces to attack, defend, or alter their surroundings.

    Strengths: Raw, destructive power, high versatility with elemental spells.

    Weaknesses: Can be weak to opposing elements and require focus on elemental balance.

    4. Chronomancer

    A Chronomancer manipulates the flow of time, bending it to their will. They can slow or speed up time, rewind events, or even glimpse into the future. They excel in battlefield control by distorting the flow of time for themselves or their enemies.

    Strengths: Time-based spells, battlefield control, foresight abilities.

    Weaknesses: Often complex and situational, and time manipulation can come with dangerous risks or paradoxes.

    5. Astromancer

    An Astromancer draws power from the celestial bodies¡ªstars, planets, and the void of space. They can harness cosmic energy to create gravitational fields, shoot meteorites, manipulate space, and tap into the mysteries of the universe. Astromancers are particularly skilled in bending space itself, allowing for powerful spatial manipulation, including teleportation.

    Strengths: Cosmic-scale power, spatial manipulation, strong AoE attacks.

    Weaknesses: Powers may have slow casting times, tied to celestial cycles.

    6. Tamer

    A Tamer forms bonds with beasts, monsters, or mystical creatures. They train, summon, and control these creatures, using them as powerful allies in combat. Tamers often develop strong synergies with their companions, becoming stronger as their bond deepens.

    Strengths: Versatile companion-based combat, the stronger the bond, the stronger the Tamer.

    Weaknesses: Heavily reliant on the strength and survival of their tamed creatures.

    7. Warlock

    A Warlock draws their power from dark pacts with otherworldly entities like demons, spirits, or ancient gods. They gain access to forbidden magic and are skilled in curses, dark rituals, and shadowy spells. Their magic often comes with a price, usually in the form of consequences for using dark power.

    Strengths: Powerful and versatile magic, curses, debuffs, strong destructive abilities.

    Weaknesses: Often requires making risky pacts or facing consequences for wielding forbidden magic.

 Chapter 9 Trial VII

    Leon rubbed his chin as he evaluated each path, weighing their strengths and weaknesses.

    "Hmm, Summoner and Tamer seem quite similar... Necromancer feels like a combination of Summoner and Warlock. Elementalist is versatile, good for many situations." He paused, thinking carefully. "But Chronomancer and Astromancer... those seem the most powerful among them."

    After some thought, he asked, "Cherry, what do you suggest?"

    Cherry, sitting on his shoulder, responded, "[I would suggest using the unknown ability reward you received to get yourself an ability that will help determine which class suits you best. It will also reveal where your talent lies.]"

    Leon nodded and decided to set the class paths aside for a moment. He activated the unknown ability reward.

    {Challenger used Unknown Ability Reward.}

    {Challenger received Ability: Origin Conjurer.}

    {Origin Conjurer: ????}

    {No information available. Challenger must discover its uses on their own.}

    {Title unlocked: Unique Ability Holder.}

    {Effect: Luck +100, increases chance of acquiring unique objects by 5%.}

    {Debuff applied: All gains temporarily reduced by 50%.}

    Leon, seeing this, shrugged as he looked at Cherry. Cherry nodded in response as a screen appeared in front of him.

    [Origin Conjurer]:

    Summon three beings equal to the user''s rank.

    Summon three times the number of beings for each lower rank.@@@@

    Summon two beings for one rank above the user''s rank.

    Summon one being for ranks three levels above the user''s rank.

    All summoned beings are absolutely loyal to user]

    [Currently available summons : none]

    "Hmm does that mean ,my talent lies in summoning?" he asked looing at Cherry.

    [yes, it does seem so] Chery nodded.

    "Hmm, so I should choose the summoner path?" Leon asked. ''Hmm, summoning is also cool... what if I summon something powerful?'' he thought to himself.

    [If I may suggest, Host should choose the Warlock path. It will allow Host to summon the beings and from pact with them, granting Host a full-proof contract without any danger.]

    "And yes, I could also do that. It will allow me to have better powers too," he thought as he selected the Warlock path.

    Weapons: hardened steel sword (Uncommon)

    Skills : Mortal Swordsmanship (C)

    Class Skills :

    Soul Drain (S)¨C Steal a portion of the enemy''s health equivalent to damage done, converting it into your own.

    Eldritch Blast (S)¨C Fire a bolt of dark energy at your enemies, dealing moderate damage with a high chance to curse the target.

    Dark Pact (Ex)¨C Form a temporary or permanent pact with a summoned creature, gaining new power or abilities for a limited or extended time.

    Summon Demonic Servants (S)¨C Summon a demon (Rank depends on mana or sacrifice provided) to fight for you for a short period.

    Summon Familiar (Ex)¨C Summon loyal and powerful Demon/Spirit that remains in the world as long as you or he lives.

    ]

    "Hmm, my stats are above average" Leon mumbled seeing his stats and then shrugged " Well, not like they are my real Tier I stats" He thought to himself as he checked his class skills.

    "Three S class and two Ex class, they are even above what Mythical class provides" Leon thought to himself.

    A mythical class provided one Ex rank skill and other variety of skills and yet he starts with two Ex class skills and both are great.

    "Hmm, I am eager for familiar but lest see what Dark pact can do" he thought.

    "Well then, let''s see what my first summon will be?" Leon mumbled to himself as he entered the hall, pushing the table and all the furniture to make more space.

    Hearing the commotion, Millie came to him, looking at him curiously, wondering what was causing the noise. Leon looked at her and said, "Well, you know about summoning, right?" He asked, smiling, as he simply picked up the furniture and placed it aside, creating a large space in the hall.

    "Hmm, I''m going to summon a friend," Leon said. With his hand raised, mana gushed out as he used his Origin Conjurer to summon a single entity.

    His Origin Conjurer allowed him to summon three beings at his level, which meant three beings at Tier 1, but he could also summon non-tiered beings¡ªup to 27 if he went further down. Likewise, he could summon two Tier 2-level beings or a single Tier 3 being. The only issue was mana expenditure.

    With his meager mana, he could only summon a Tier 3 being for a few seconds before it vanished, but that short time was enough for Leon to establish a pact with the being.

    Leon took a deep breath as he activated his ability¡ªOrigin Conjurer. As it activated, a magic circle began to form on the ground. It started with a large outer circle, and soon intricate lines crisscrossed, creating an elaborate formation of magic. Once the circle was complete, it turned a regal purple, and a huge surge of mana gushed out from Leon.

    "I hope something good comes out," he mumbled as he felt half of his mana leave his body.

    Soon, as the circle released an intense amount of light, a humanoid figure began to emerge. Leon''s eyes widened as he saw the being coming through. It was a humanoid creature with an octopus-like head, its entire body covered in dark, metallic Robe. Its three eyes locked onto Leon, and although calm, they radiated an ominous, dangerous aura, as if one was staring directly into the abyss.

    "Dark Pact," Leon muttered, shaking off the daze from staring at the being''s eyes.

    Another quarter of his mana surged out as a cuff with a long chain materialized. One side of the cuff came to Leon, while the other approached the creature.

    Leon quickly placed the cuff on his hand. The being looked at the cuff, and Leon, hastily, said, "Wear it around your hand."

    The being nodded and placed its hand inside the cuff. The chain tightened, glowing as blood from both of them was drawn, sealing the contract.

    [No mana left. Cancelling summoning,] Cherry informed as the being was unsummoned.

 Chapter 10 Trial VIII

    Leon panted for breath as he fell to his knees due to mana exhaustion. He didn''t even look at the contract notification and simply laid on the floor, waiting for his natural mana regeneration to kick in and pull him out of this nauseating state.

    Millie came to him and patted his head. "Are... you okay?" she asked.

    Leon looked at her, surprised to hear her speak for the first time. "Yes, I am. I''m just exhausted," Leon replied, as Millie nodded her small head and then left. After some time, she returned with a glass of water.

    Leon looked at her and nodded, "Thank you." He drank the water, and as he stood up, some of his mana had regenerated, making him no longer feel nauseated.

    "Now, time to see what I gained," Leon mumbled as he looked at Cherry.

    Cherry nodded, and several notifications appeared in front of him.

    [Dark Pact Successful]

    [Host has formed a Dark Pact with a Lesser Cthulhu]@@@@

    [Host gained Active Skill: Aether Magic]

    [Title: Child of Aether]

    [Passive Skill: Aether Soul Protection]

    "Cherry, explain all these abilities," Leon said, as he had never heard of Aether or even Cthulhu.

    Unknown to him, Cthulhu was one of the higher races found on the floors above 100, distinguished by their power and talents. Only the most exceptional beings were allowed there. However, due to humans being inherently weak, only a few geniuses could acquire powerful classes of abilities.

    The Supreme Earth Alliance, the single governing body of Earth, had restricted such information from the masses and only allowed it for those who fell under the category of genius.

    The motive behind this restriction remained unknown.

    [Right away] Cherry nodded as detailed information of all his gain was given to him.

    [Dark Pact Successful]

    +1000% increase in mana regeneration rate.

    Grants respect (or fear) from beings who recognize your connection to Aether.

    [Passive Skill: Aether Soul Protection]

    Aether Soul Protection: A passive ability that shields your soul from direct attacks, making you immune to soul-draining or corrupting magic. The protection also reduces the effectiveness of mind control or possession attempts.

    Additional Benefits:

    Reduces mental fatigue when using magic.

    Reduces damage taken from psychic and soul attacks by 50%.

    Automatically triggers a healing effect when your health drops below 20%, stabilizing your condition.

    "Wow, all of them are so powerful!" Leon mumbled, looking at the incredible abilities he had gained. "Damn, the Dark Pact with Origin Conjurer sure makes it OP."

    "Wait, wasn''t the Charity system based on good karma? How the hell did I get a class like Warlock?" Leon asked, pondering.

    [It''s the user who is evil; no power is inherently evil,] Cherry replied, and Leon nodded.

    "Yes, there were cases of serial killers using holy magic or paladin classes.

    That bastard loved to bash innocent people''s heads in with his mace in the name of God, while there was also a dark mage who loved children and¡ªWell, the point is you are right, I should forget all those previous knowledge of mine and focus on this world mindset" Leon mumbled to himself as in this world everyone is treated equally regardless of class, though there is still distinctions based on one geniuses or their ability to awaken a powerful class.

    "hmm, Luna will return tonight and then I would be able to go out and hunt and increase my level" Leon thought to himself as he turned his gaze to last skill of his usable skill right now.

    "Summon Familiar. If the description is right, I can summon a powerful servant for myself," Leon thought to himself as he remembered the powerful woman who used to visit the orphanage where he spent his entire childhood.

    "Here I am thinking about that woman, and I still get chills," he mused as he recalled her. She was so powerful that just looking at her made Leon feel compelled to kneel before her overwhelming presence.

    "But... she was a witch, a Blood Witch to be precise. The director spoke about it to everyone," Leon mumbled to himself as he remembered her act too. "According to the director, that was actually not a cat but a disguise for her powerful servant, a familiar, lest it scare the children," Leon thought.

 Chapter 11 Trial IX

    As Leon thought of the cat, he wondered what it actually was. His curiosity grew, but then, realizing he was about to get his own familiar, he chuckled.

    "I wonder what kind of familiar I''ll get," he mused, excitement bubbling inside him at the thought of summoning something just as powerful as the witch''s familiar. The possibilities raced through his mind, and he couldn''t help but anticipate what creature would come forth to serve him.

    "Pity, I have to wait for my mana to fully replenish," Leon sighed as he sat on a stone, closing his eyes. He concentrated, entering a meditative state to increase his mana regeneration faster.

    As he focused on calming his mind and drawing in energy from his surroundings, he felt a gentle flow of mana beginning to refill within him, and coupled with his new 10x mana regeneration, he replenished his mana within minutes.@@@@

    Still, Leon kept meditating, taking his state of mind to perfection before deciding to summon his familiar. He knew that rushing the process could lead to instability, and he wanted everything to be flawless when the moment arrived. His breaths became deeper and more controlled as he continued to focus, feeling his mana swirling within him calmly.

    "I need to be fully ready," he thought, keeping his concentration sharp. This familiar would be more than just a servant¡ªit would be a reflection of his power.

    "Phew..."

    After some time, Leon released a deep breath as he opened his eyes. "Now, I''m ready," he said with determination, feeling the fullness of his mana and a sense of calm confidence.

    The moment had arrived to summon his familiar, and Leon stood ready for whatever powerful entity might appear before him.

    Rising to his feet in the vast hall, Leon began to chant, his voice steady and commanding as he invoked the skill required for the summoning.

    "Spirits of shadow, heed my call,

    Through ancient rites, I bind you all.

    From realms unknown, to me you''ll come,

    Unveil the power, let the summoning be done!

    My name is Leon, if any hear,

    To be my familiar, draw near.

    Bound by a bond, not of master and slave,

    But as partners, our spirits behave."

    The cat blinked lazily, then yawned.

    "Seriously?" Leon muttered under his breath. "An ancient dark magus...?"

    "Hey! , are you really a Magus?" Leon asked picking her up,

    The cat''s gaze shifted, locking onto Leon with a look that was anything but feline. A human-like expression of mild annoyance crossed her face.

    "Humph, so... you''re not completely clueless," the cat scoffed. "At least you have some knowledge."

    Before Leon could respond, the air around the cat shimmered, her small form dissolving into mist. In an instant, the shape of a woman emerged from the haze.

    Leon watched, wide-eyed, as the transformation unfolded. The once-small cat had turned into a woman of breathtaking beauty. Dark, flowing hair cascaded down her back, shimmering like black silk. Her eyes, once the glowing blue of the cat, were now a deep, burning black¡ªintense and mesmerizing. And her face... it was so perfect, so enchantingly beautiful, that Leon could hardly believe it.

    She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he had seen in both of his lives.

    "I was just testing you" Roselia''s voice echoed in his mind, rich and velvety, as she stared at him with a curious, almost amused expression.

    "I wanted to see, someone who holds so much potential is a fool who just acquired it or he at least have some understanding of his abilities" Roselia continued.

    Leon was at a loss for words. He hadn''t expected this¡ªa being of such power and grace, standing before him where a simple black cat had been moments before, and was actually testing him, what about the promise of loyalty system displayed to him.

    Roselia arched an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing at the edges of her lips. "You''ve passed my test"

    She then just kneeled as she took Leon hand and kissed the back of it, as she kissed a black magical circle appeared on his hand back.

    Leon looked at it curiously as he asked "what is it?"

    Roselia''s smile deepened as she stepped closer, her voice a low murmur. "That mark... it signifies your domination over me," she said, teasingly, her fingers gliding over the straps of her dress.

    With a swift motion, she let the fabric slip from her shoulders, the dress falling in a cascade of dark silk, revealing her bare form beneath. Leon''s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in shock as he quickly looked away, his heart pounding.

    Roselia chuckled softly, amusement clear in her voice. "Oh? You''re not shy, are you?"

    Leon''s gaze darted back, still unsettled, his face reddening slightly as he tried to meet her eyes. He shifted his glance repeatedly from her to anything else in the room, struggling to keep his focus on her face.

 Chapter 12 Trial X

    Leon didn''t know where to focus¡ªon her huge assets or the intricate pattern that had formed in the middle of her chest. It was the same circular mark that had appeared on the back of his hand. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what just happened.

    Cherry perched on his lips, bringing up the notification to make him understand the situation.

    [Mark of Domination formed]

    [Host has formed a Master-Slave contract with Roselia¡ªthe Demoness of Deception and Alchemy]

    Leon blinked in surprise, taking in the gravity of the situation. His familiar wasn''t just any being, but a powerful demoness. This was more than he had expected.

    "Wear back your clothes," Leon commanded, testing the power of the mark.

    Roselia''s eyes widened for a moment before she smiled mischievously, slipping her clothes back on. "Ara~ You don''t have to hold back, you know," she said in a teasing tone, her voice laced with seduction. "I am your slave, after all.

    You can do anything to me." Her words were bold, but there was a slight discomfort in her expression, revealing that, despite her playful attitude, she wasn''t fully in control of her actions.

    Even though she complied, Leon could sense that the mark''s power was forcing her to act against her will.

    So, this is the Mark of Domination,'' Leon mumbled, staring at the mark on the back of his hand, feeling its power coursing through him.

    "Show me her status screen," Leon said aloud. Cherry nodded, and another screen appeared in front of him, revealing Roselia''s detailed stats.

    [Status: Roselia ¨C Demoness of Deception and Alchemy]

    Tier : Same as Master

    Level: Same as Master

    Rank: Arch Demoness (Formerly Demon Lord)

    Class: Ancient Dark Magus

    Secondary Class : Alchemist of Deception@@@@

    Description:

    A powerful Demon Lord, once feared across realms, has now been reduced to a slave after being dethroned from her rank as one of the 72 Demon Lords. She was defeated by the newly ascended Demon of Lust, Asmodeus. Broken and humiliated, she fled from the war, her pride shattered. While on the run, she encountered a summoning circle that demanded her absolute loyalty.

    Torn between saving her life and preserving her pride, she chose survival, vowing to reunite her strength and seek revenge at a later date. ]

    Seeing her status screen, Leon realized that summoning such a powerful being as Roselia was a stroke of luck and timing. He glanced at her description, mentioning a former demon lord, then looked at her directly. "Tell me about yourself?" he asked.

    Roselia bowed her head slightly before speaking. "My name is Roselia of Deception and Alchemy. I was once a powerful Demon Lord, ranked 51st, known for my mastery over illusions, dark magic, and alchemy. But I was defeated by a newly ascended demon, Asmodeus."

    Her voice wavered slightly, the memory still fresh. "If it had only been a defeat, I would have been demoted to the 52nd rank¡ªstill a Demon Lord. But no, he wanted more. He demanded that I become his... his personal slave, a pet to his whims. I refused, and in his rage, he destroyed everything I held dear.

    My kingdom, my people, even my family... all gone."

    Roselia''s eyes darkened as she continued, the pain evident in her tone. "In the demon world, strength is all that matters. No one came to my aid. It was a rightful punishment in their eyes, part of the course of power." She paused, her fists clenched. "As I fled, exhausted, knowing I could no longer fight, Asmodeus pursued me. My maids...

    my loyal servants... he turned them into his playthings, breaking them in ways I couldn''t bear to witness."

    Her voice trembled, but her gaze was firm. "It was in that moment of despair, running from the shame of defeat and the horror of humiliation, that I stumbled upon the summoning circle. It forced me to choose¡ªmy pride and vengeance, or death and humiliation. And so... I chose survival, but only to one day reclaim what was mine and destroy him."

    Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous mixture of sadness and wrath.

    Roselia raised her head and gazed at Leon, her expression one of mixed determination and vulnerability. "So, I am willing to be your plaything... just let me have my revenge later, okay?" she asked, clenching her hands tightly as if trying to hold onto her resolve.

    Leon looked at her calmly and shook his head. "I don''t need a plaything," he said firmly, extending his hand toward her. "I only intend for you to be my familiar."

    Roselia''s eyes widened at the word familiar. Familiars were more than mere pets; they were companions for life, bound not out of forced loyalty but mutual respect and connection. A familiar was a partner who worked alongside their master, not for servitude, but out of a bond far deeper than simple obligation.

    "So," Leon continued, "if you agree to become my familiar, you can stay here and be my companion. But if not, tell me the way to break this Mark of Domination, and I will let you go. You can return to hell, gather your strength, and seek your revenge again."

    Roselia stood there, stunned. The proposition was unexpected. She had anticipated manipulation, or worse, exploitation, but Leon''s offer was sincere. She knew, however, that the Mark of Domination bound her fate. Breaking it wasn''t something that could be undone easily.

    As Leon patiently awaited her answer, she considered the possibility¡ªthis was not just a choice about servitude, but perhaps a path to regain some measure of her dignity and control.

 Chapter 13 Trial XI

    The realm of demons, known as Demosn, is not a simple hell of chaos and torment. In fact, it has societies and structures similar to human worlds, with hierarchies, cities, and even politics. However, what sets it apart is the sheer cruelty that governs everything. Strength reigns supreme as the ironclad rule of Demosn, where power alone determines one''s fate.

    This brutal system has given rise to many powerful demon lords and elites, but it has also caused endless death and suffering for the weak. Only those who maintain their strength and ambition can remain at the top. The moment a demon slacks off or shows any sign of weakness, they become vulnerable, easily defeated or consumed by those lower in the hierarchy, constantly hungry for power.@@@@

    In Demosn, mercy is non-existent, and survival depends on ruthless cunning and overwhelming force.

    In the harsh environment of Demosn, one factor that can significantly alter the power dynamics is the concept of Bloodlines. Demons with higher-grade bloodlines typically have a distinct advantage, allowing them to prevail in the brutal hierarchy.

    For example, Asmodeus, a powerful demon, hails from the noble bloodline of the Origin Sin Demons, known for their immense power and influence. On the other hand, Roselia belongs to the Bloodline of Flameborne, which grants her unique abilities and potential, but does not carry the same weight as the top-tier bloodlines.

    These bloodlines are not just a matter of heritage; they often come with innate abilities, affinities, and privileges that can tip the scales in battles for power. Demons of higher bloodlines tend to command more respect, have better access to resources, and are more likely to gather loyal followers, making them formidable opponents in the treacherous realm of Demosn.

    And Roselia despite her talents in magic and Alchemy, she was defeated by Asmodeus, and was even on the verge of humiliation before she fled, coming in Human World she thought, it would be same but, she found a being like Leon, even when she showed her bare body she didn''t detect any Lust from him, only embarrassment.

    At first, Roselia thought of Leon as just a kid, but as he offered her a true familiar contract, she realized he was different from the usual denizens of the Demon world. He was genuinely kind, a quality that often led to swift demise in her realm.

    As Leon watched, Roselia began to transform once more. Her body shimmered with an ethereal light, and her features subtly shifted. Her once-human form elongated, and her skin took on a deeper hue, becoming an exquisite shade of dark crimson.

    Large, elegant wings unfurled from her back, stretching wide with an impressive wingspan, adorned with intricate patterns that resembled glowing runes. Her eyes transformed into slitted, luminous orbs that radiated power and mystery, flickering like flames as they locked onto Leon''s gaze.

    Roselia''s hair flowed like liquid shadows, cascading down her back and intermingling with the dark aura that surrounded her. Sharp horns protruded gracefully from her forehead, curving back in an intimidating yet beautiful arc. Clad in ornate armor that shimmered with a faint light, she looked like a regal being, embodying both beauty and dread.

    "This is my true demon form," Roselia stated, her voice echoing with a resonant, haunting timbre. "In this state, I wield the power of deception and alchemy to its fullest potential." She flexed her wings, sending a gust of wind through the hall, her presence commanding and overwhelming.

    Leon took a step back, both in awe and respect. "You look incredible," he said, admiration evident in his voice. "I can see why you were once a demon lord."

    Roselia nodded as a hint of pride appeared in front of her eyes.

    "Okay, then I have a mission for you," Leon said as Roselia shifted back to her simple human form. "I want you to infiltrate the City Lord''s castle and gather information about the guards and important figures."

    Roselia nodded and asked, "Should I go now or later?"

    "Hmm, wait for a moment until Luna...someone returns, and then you can go," Leon said as Roselia nodded.

 Chapter 14 Trial XII

    The next day, Leon could be seen frowning as he fed little Millie. "She''s late," he mumbled to himself. Lana was supposed to be here last night, but now it''s already morning, and there''s no sign of her.

    "What happened?" he muttered to himself as he patted the black wolf on the table. "Go and search City Lord''s mansion for a girl named Luna," he said quietly to Roselia. She nodded and then, after jumping from the table, disintegrated into the air. Soon, she appeared in the streets of the slum.

    "He lives in such a filthy place," Roselia thought as she looked around, her nose wrinkling at the stench of the dirty smell assaulting her senses.@@@@

    "I should just kill the City Lord and take over the mansion," she thought with a sly smile, soon arriving at the mansion''s wall. "Primitive defenses," she muttered under her breath, as she scaled the wall with ease.

    "Division, huh? They''re practically inviting enemies to kill them," Roselia shook her head as she kept moving.

    Roselia frowned at the way Brain had divided the city into segments for the rich, poor, and nobles. "He''s created a wedge between citizens himself."

    "Now the enemy only needs to come and conquer them," she shook her head as she reached the outer area, where the rich who aren''t nobles live.

    The outer area of Blue Wind City, known for housing the wealthy citizens who aren''t of noble status, stands as a sharp contrast to the slum-like outskirts of the city.

    This district is filled with lavishly built homes, though not as grand as the estates of the nobles. The streets are wide and paved with cobblestones, lined with manicured trees, gardens, and ornate lamps that give the area a more polished, affluent feel. Despite its luxury, the outer area lacks the elegance and prestige of the inner noble districts.

    Roselia scanned her surroundings, analyzing every detail. She tried to find a weakness or a hidden path, but even with her keen senses, nothing stood out. Frustrated but determined, she turned her attention to the guards. Observing them from the shadows, she quickly memorized their patrol patterns and shifts. Once she was confident of their routine, she waited for the right moment.

    Approaching one of the gates during a quieter time, Roselia knocked out a lone guard with a swift, silent blow. Disguising herself in the guard''s uniform, she seamlessly blended in with the others, slipping past the outer defenses unnoticed. Now within the central part of Blue Wind City, her target lay just ahead¡ªthe City Lord''s mansion, towering ominously in the distance.

    Roselia, now disguised as a guard, patiently waited for her turn to enter the energy dome. As she stepped through, a subtle shift in the air confirmed her suspicion¡ªher demonic eyes detected the faint curse radiating from the dome. "It''s inside the mansion," she thought to herself, her gaze narrowing with resolve.

    Maintaining her cover, she carried on with the usual rounds, her sharp ears attuned to any useful discussions. As she moved through the mansion, she couldn''t help but notice the fearful stares of the maids. From their demeanor, she caught a whiff of something¡ªfaint but unmistakable¡ªthe scent of men who had been with them recently. "It seems City Lord Brian is more of a bastard than I thought.

    If that Luna is important to Leon, she might be in danger. I can''t let that happen."

    "Leon''s woman... no one else should touch her," Roselia thought with cold determination.

    She quickly during her patrol found another good target, a target that could get her inside the mansion without any suspicion.

    Spying a maid with a lifeless expression nearby, Roselia made her move. She approached silently, knocking the maid out with a swift strike. After hiding the unconscious body in a secluded corner, Roselia used her shape-shifting abilities to assume the maid''s appearance.

    With her disguise in place, she confidently entered deeper into the mansion, ready to infiltrate and uncover the truth about Luna''s whereabouts.

 Chapter 15 Trial XIII

    After entering the mansion, Rosalia let go of her maid disguise, shrinking down into a tiny bug. She began to roam through the mansion, unnoticed, her sharp ears listening to the conversations of the guards and maids.

    "That fat bastard... Did you hear he raped poor Lily? She was supposed to get married today," a maid whispered angrily, her fists clenched in frustration.

    "Hush!" another maid hissed, glancing around nervously. "Don''t say anything, or we might be next."

    The first maid gritted her teeth, but nodded, falling silent as they hurried down the corridor.

    As Rosalia continued to crawl unseen, she finally overheard the conversation she had been searching for.

    "Do you know Lady Luna?" a guard asked another, his voice lowered but curious.

    The second guard frowned, nodding. "Yeah, what about her?"

    "She''s alive," the first guard whispered.

    "What?!" the other guard exclaimed loudly, eyes wide in shock.

    "Shhh! Keep your voice down," the first guard urged, looking around cautiously.

    "How can she be alive? It''s been months!" the other guard asked, clearly bewildered.

    The first guard leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "It''s like this... Lord Bransen was out hunting with his friends, right? Then, all of a sudden, he felt this strange energy in the air, and they decided to investigate. They came across a cave¡ªit looked like some kind of meditation chamber."

    "So... it wasn''t just a treasure but someone advancing?" the second guard asked, furrowing his brow.

    "Exactly. The one they saw advancing was Lady Luna. She had somehow advanced to an Epic class while they thought she was dead."@@@@

    "Damn. Doesn''t that mean Lord Bransen''s in serious danger?" the second guard muttered. "If she''s back, and that powerful..."

    "Three Adepts are enough to find her and kill her," he mumbled to himself, drifting off.

    Roselia, having watched the entire scene, felt a sharp flash of anger spark in her eyes. She glanced at the maid, lying motionless on the floor, and then back at the cruel man in front of her.

    A dangerous light flash in her eyes as she appeared in front of bed and taking a highly beautiful human form.

    Brian''s eyes snapped open, sensing a presence in the room. He scanned his surroundings until his gaze fell on a stunning figure standing near the foot of his bed. She had long black hair, tan skin, and deep black eyes, dressed in simple lingerie.

    "Who are you?" Brian asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her like a predator eyeing its prey.

    "I... I was sent by an Adept master to you," Rosalia replied, pretending to act nervous, as she shyly looked down.

    Seeing her feigned innocence and timidity, Brian''s sadistic nature flared up. He stood from the bed and grabbed her hand, guiding her closer. "Don''t worry," he said with a twisted smile. "I promise I''ll make it worth your while. You''ll enjoy every bit of this."

    He said as he pushed her down on bed and then torning the lingeries of her body, he started to ravage her.

    "Please...no"

    "have mercy!"

    The more she begged the more he became active.

    But as he was ravaging her , suddenly he heard a voice in his head causing him to stop as his face paled.

    [ You have fallen for deception ]

    [ You are now eternal slave of Roselia the Demoness of Deception ]

    Brian looked downwards as his face paled even more finding his son on bed instead of the tanned beauty, he hurriedly backed off as he clenched his hair, trembling "what ..what just happened?"

 Chapter 16 Trial XIV

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    Brian stared at his son, who was now far beyond anything human. The bandages wrapped around his body had torn apart, causing blood to ooze from his wounds and lower body. The sight was grotesque, too much for Brian to bear. He bent over, vomiting violently as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

    "What... what is this?" he stuttered, his voice trembling with confusion and fear. He couldn''t comprehend what had befallen his son.

    Or what and how he did it???

    Suddenly, a disturbing sound echoed in the room.

    Kekeek...

    A horrific laugh pierced the silence, and Brian''s head snapped toward the source. His eyes landed on the maid, the very one he had slapped earlier. She was standing now, but her posture was unnatural, like a broken doll. Her arms flailed awkwardly, and then¡ªhorrifyingly¡ªher head rotated a full 180 degrees to face him.

    Her once-beautiful face was now mangled and deformed, staring at him with empty, haunting eyes.

    Ehhhhh...

    A primal scream ripped from Brian''s throat as he stumbled back in terror. His heart pounded wildly as he tried to get to his feet. Panic surged through him, but it quickly turned to anger.

    "That dark aura... it was definitely the work of a necromancer," Brian thought angrily, his mind racing as he tried to identify who could be responsible for such dark magic. His hands clenched into fists, fury simmering beneath his skin as he wondered which necromancer had dared to interfere with his son.

    "I should call back Rex," he muttered to himself, recalling his trusted powerhouse, Rex¡ªan adept who specialized in combat and had never failed him in dangerous situations like this. Rex was the only one Brian could rely on to deal with such sinister threats.

    Without wasting time, Brian reached for his communication crystal, channeling his energy into it...

    "Damn it," Brian mumbled angrily, the weight of his broken Arune Key sinking in. Without it, he was cut off from mana entirely, unable to harness even a single tendril of magical energy. It was the fate of anyone whose Arune Key was shattered¡ªcomplete powerlessness.

    Behind him, his son stirred. "Great, my son, now...," Brian began, his tone almost hopeful. But the words died in his throat as he saw his son staring at him with lifeless eyes.

    Noooooooo!

    Brian''s scream echoed through the room as his son lunged at him, sinking his teeth into his neck. Brian fought back, but against a Tier II zombie, he was no match. His broken Arcane Key left him defenseless. In moments, the son he once loved brutally tore him apart, the grotesque sound of flesh and bone tearing apart filling the room as Brian met his grisly end at the hands of his own child.

    From the shadows, Roselia watched, her dark magic fueling the entire scene. She gazed at Brian''s demise with contempt in her eyes, a slight smirk on her lips.

    "Fatty bastard," she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain.

    After her encounter with Asmodeus, her disgust for people like Brian¡ªthose who indulged in depravity and corruption¡ªhad reached its peak. There was no longer any hesitation in her. She felt nothing when ending lives such as his. They were beyond redemption, and she was more than willing to cleanse them from existence.

    Unexpectedly, her actions had a profound impact. Though she had been moving in the shadows, intent on her own mission, the death of Brian triggered a wave of cleansing within the city. A "Cleanse of Corruption" quest¡ªsomething she hadn''t actively sought¡ªwas now 50% complete. With Brian''s death, a significant part of the corruption in Blue Wind City had been purged.

    Now, only one obstacle remained: Rex, the final remnant of the corruption that still tainted the city.

    Leon who was back in slums was also stunned when he saw his quest of cleaning corruption was completed by 50%.

    "how did this happen?" he thought not knowing it was Roselia.

 Chapter 17 Trial XV

    Brian didn''t realize it, but in reality, he had killed himself. After falling victim to Deception, everything he saw was nothing more than an illusion generated by Roselia. Though his son''s condition was true, the rest was a carefully crafted mirage. The illusion drove Brian into despair, ultimately making him Roselia''s slave.

    Once she had enslaved him, Roselia manipulated his mind, convincing him that his Arune Key¡ªthough still intact¡ªwas broken. This led him to believe he couldn''t use his magic, rendering him defenseless. In his weakened state, he couldn''t even fend off the corpse Roselia had raised to kill him.

    It was a brutal end for Brian, one that he brought upon himself after earning Roselia''s ire.

    After Brian''s brutal end, Roselia lingered in the shadows, her sharp senses attuned to the mansion around her. The eerie silence that followed his death was almost soothing. With the most dangerous threat inside the mansion now neutralized, she took her time to explore it.

    The place was still, but not completely empty; guards patrolled outside the inner rooms, and a few maids continued their duties, unaware of what had just transpired.

    Roselia, now in the disguise of a maid, moved seamlessly through the halls. Her sharp eyes scanned everything, from the lavish de?cor to the subtle hints of magical protection hidden throughout the structure. Expensive paintings lined the walls, gold-trimmed furniture filled every room, and artifacts that reeked of power and wealth were carelessly displayed.

    "This fool," Roselia thought, a smirk tugging at her lips. "He hoarded all this wealth while his city crumbled around him."

    Her fingers twitched with excitement as she began carefully selecting items to take. Moving silently from room to room, she pocketed valuable trinkets¡ªenchanted rings, rare gemstones, and magical scrolls. She found a chest hidden in one of the inner chambers, locked with an intricate magical seal. Smiling to herself, she knelt down and used her own magic to dispel it.

    Inside, she found a hoard of gold coins, but what truly caught her eye was a beautifully crafted dagger, its blade engraved with ancient runes. "This will be useful," she muttered, tucking it into her belt.

    In another room, she found a secret passage leading to a vault beneath the mansion. Here, the treasures were even greater¡ªrows of sparkling jewels, rare magical artifacts, and ancient tomes of forbidden magic. She quickly stuffed a few into her satchel, feeling the weight of her haul grow.

    "Brian was too easy," she thought, her smirk widening. "Arrogant and careless."

    "Good, you didn''t disappoint me," Roselia mused to herself, knowing that whoever was watching would never harm her, not with her having no malicious intent toward Leo. The silent protector''s presence didn''t concern her; she was confident in her relationship with Leo and her place beside him.

    Roselia continued her approach, her movements soft and deliberate. When she reached his side, she removed her cloak, letting it fall quietly to the floor. Slipping into the bed beside him, she snuggled up close, her warmth mingling with his as she finally allowed herself to relax.

    With a contented sigh, she decided to let sleep claim her, knowing she was exactly where she needed to be.

    The next morning, Leon woke up feeling completely relaxed. His eyes fluttered open as he stretched, but when he moved his hand, it landed on something soft. Confused, he instinctively gave it a light squeeze.

    "Ahhh~~" A soft moan filled the air.

    Startled, Leon quickly pulled his hand back, his mind racing as he turned and saw Roselia lying next to him¡ªcompletely naked.

    "What the hell... Is she a succubus or something?" Leon thought, his heart racing as he stared at her in disbelief. Trying to keep calm, he quietly slipped out of bed, doing his best not to wake her.

    As Leon moved away, Roselia stirred. She opened her eyes, noticing him leaving the bed. A small sigh escaped her lips as she watched him go. "Has my charm decreased?" she thought to herself, feeling slightly disappointed.

    ****

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 Chapter 18 Trial XVI

    Roselia sighed as she sat up from the bed, stretching lazily, though no one was around to witness the scene.

    After some time, Leon returned from his magical bath, glancing at her.

    "Tell me how it went?" he asked.

    Roselia started recounting the events from the beginning to the end, detailing everything she had done during the mission.

    "I see, so it was you," Leon said, now understanding how 50% of the mission was completed overnight without him lifting a finger. It was all Roselia''s doing, and since she was his servant and familiar, the system recognized her achievements as his own victory.

    "You did good, and I''m sorry to send you out again, but can you go check on Luna?" Leon said with a guilty smile.

    Roselia looked at him for a moment but then stood up. "I will, but..." she paused as she got closer.

    "But what?" Leon asked, a bit confused.

    Roselia smiled as she approached him. Without warning, she gently took his arm and leaned in, pressing her lips softly against his. Leon''s eyes widened, completely stunned by the unexpected turn of events.

    Leon felt the softness of her touch against his chest, and almost instinctively, he raised his hand to hold her waist. It was soft, and the warmth of her skin felt good under his fingers.

    Leon, sensing her eagerness, trailed his kisses along her jawline and down to her neck, relishing the soft gasps that escaped her lips. He reveled in the sensation of her skin beneath his fingertips, exploring every curve and contour as he lost himself in the moment.

    "Are you sure you want this?" he whispered between kisses, his voice low and filled with desire. He wanted to make sure she felt comfortable, despite the passion driving them both.

    Roselia looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and affection. "More than anything," she breathed, pulling him back to her lips, eager to continue their exploration of each other.

    Leon''s heart raced at her affirmation, the warmth in her gaze igniting a fire within him. He resumed kissing her, their lips moving in perfect harmony as they lost themselves in each other. He deepened the kiss, letting his hands roam freely over her body, savoring the softness of her skin and the curves that molded against him.

    As the kiss grew more passionate, Roselia''s fingers danced down his back, urging him closer. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and it made her heart race. Leon''s hands moved to her waist, caressing the delicate fabric of her clothing as he began to explore further, pushing boundaries while being mindful of her comfort.

    Roselia could sense the hunger in his touch, but it only fueled her desire. She wanted to feel every moment, every brush of skin against skin. Leaning into him, she whispered breathlessly, "Show me how much you want me."

    With that encouragement, Leon kissed her more fiercely, pouring all his feelings into the embrace. He could feel her body responding to him, the way she pressed against him, and it drove him wild with desire. As he pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, he saw a mixture of anticipation and trust.

    "Let me," he murmured, his voice thick with longing. He began to peel away her clothing, his fingers trembling with excitement as he revealed her smooth skin. Each layer he removed felt like a barrier dissolving, bringing them closer to an unspoken intimacy.

    *****

    A/N : Phew it was my first time writing such a scene, do comment my mistake and give suggestions.

 Chapter 19 With Roselia (R-18)

    Roselia watched him with an alluring smile, her heart pounding in anticipation. The moment felt surreal, a blend of fantasy and reality. As the last piece of clothing fell away, she felt a rush of vulnerability but also empowerment. She was ready to embrace this new chapter with him.

    "Your turn," she teased playfully, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes as she sat up slightly, pushing him back gently and starting to remove his shirt. The sight of him made her breath hitch, and she couldn''t resist tracing her fingers along his chest.

    Leon chuckled softly, entranced by her boldness. He enjoyed every second as she explored him, the sensation of her delicate hands gliding over his skin making him shiver with delight. He loved the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and excitement, and he knew they were both in uncharted territory.

    As they began to explore each other fully, every kiss, every touch, drew them deeper into a world where only they existed. There was no past, no future¡ªjust the present moment filled with passion, connection, and a promise of what was to come.

    Roselia''s lips traced a slow, tantalizing path down Leon''s neck, her kisses light and teasing. Leon''s breath hitched at the sensation, feeling the warmth of her breath against his skin. Her soft lips moved lower, over his collarbone, sending shivers down his spine with each touch.

    She paused for a moment, her eyes locking with his, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she continued her descent. Her hands slid over his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles as she kissed her way down, leaving a trail of heat in her wake. Every kiss seemed to burn deeper into his skin, igniting a fire that made it hard for him to stay still.

    Leon''s hand reached out, running through her hair as he tilted his head back, allowing her more access. He could feel his pulse quicken as her lips ventured lower, and he couldn''t help but let out a quiet groan, overwhelmed by the sensations she was stirring within him. Roselia, sensing his response, grinned against his skin, knowing she was driving him to the edge.

    Her movements were slow, deliberate, savoring every reaction she could pull from him. Leon''s hands tightened on her waist, pulling her closer as his heart raced in anticipation of what was to come next.

    Slowly she reached the part where she wanted as her hands grasped the big meat stick of his, she massaged it a little, as she sniffed it and felt intoxicated.

    ''Thsi..is so addictive!'' She thought, as she begin to lick the tip, at first she licked it slowly sending jolts of pleasure at him.

    Leon holds her hair high as he wanted to see what she is doing.@@@@

    He was greeted with her eyes looking at him and then she give him a smile as she opened her mouth wide as she took in the stick in her mouth.

    She opens her mouth wide while her breath hits directly at his shaft.

    Kiss!

    She first kisses the tip of his cock.

    Slurp! Slurp!

    He wanted to pull her and bend her right now, so, he could shove his cock into her pussy like a beast.

    His cock was throwing hard to penetrate her pussy and ravage it.

    Even so,

    The sight before him is nothing short of mesmerizing ¨C two pairs of full, round breasts encasing his erect penis like silky pillows while their owner gazes at you with lustful eyes.

    Without warning, she leans forward once again and presses her cleavage together around his shaft.

    Slowly but surely, she begins moving her upper body back and forth in rhythmic motions designed to mimic the sensation of being inside a warm, wet vagina.

    She pleasures him, and at the same time, her face went forward, and took his cock once again inside her mouth.

    She wanted to make him cum... She wanted him to give her a facial, she wanted her face to be covered in his cum.

    She moved her breast on the lower of his shaft while her mouth pleasured the top.

    Very soon, leon was at the limit, he could feel his cum flowing in his shaft, he wanted to shoot.

    He was about to shoot.

    Splash!

    Splash!

    Leon grabs her head and releases his cum all over her face.

    " Eeh! " She exclaims in shock seeing the huge amount of his cum.

    ''He had cummed earlier yet he can release this much!!'' She thought to herself.

 Chapter 20 Lunas Return

    By the time afternoon rolled in, the room was filled with the lingering heat of their passionate morning, the air thick with the melodic sounds of their shared moments. Both Leon and Roselia lay intertwined, their breaths steadying after hours of being lost in one another.

    "You''re quite good for a virgin," Leon teased with a playful grin, his voice carrying a hint of smugness as he leaned back.

    Roselia, still catching her breath, rolled her eyes at him but couldn''t help the smirk that tugged at her lips. "For someone who''s never been with a demon before, you managed just fine too," she retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm, though there was an unmistakable warmth in her gaze.

    They shared a quiet moment, their bodies finally at rest, yet the connection between them felt stronger than ever.

    Leon chuckled at Roselia''s remark, finding her playful defiance charming. He lay back beside her, both of them catching their breath. The room was quiet now, filled with nothing but their soft breathing. A few moments passed before Leon broke the silence.

    "Well, I guess I should get used to this, having a familiar like you around," he said with a smile, though there was a hint of seriousness in his voice.

    Roselia turned her head to look at him, her playful expression softening. "You didn''t have to be so kind, you know. You could''ve just taken what you wanted, like most others would," she admitted, her voice quieter now.

    Leon glanced at her, then turned to stare at the ceiling, gathering his thoughts. "That''s not who I am," he said simply. "I don''t want to be like the demons or the people who see others as tools or objects. If you''re by my side, it''ll be because you want to be, not because you''re forced."

    Roselia shifted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I see that now," she whispered. "You''re different. That''s why...I''ve chosen to stay."

    Leon felt the warmth of her body pressed against his, and in that moment, he realized that their bond had deepened beyond just a contract. It was something more.

    First, Leon took a deep breath and centered himself, feeling the mana within his core. He had been practicing meditation more frequently since summoning Roselia, knowing that mastering his own energy was crucial for summoning the right beings. With Millie still playing nearby, he focused his thoughts.

    "Alright," Leon said to himself, "this time, I''ll try something different."

    He closed his eyes and envisioned a being of light, something small, playful, and protective. Unlike the intimidating entities from higher realms, he wanted to summon a creature that could bond with Millie¡ªa creature with gentle energy but still enough power to defend them if needed.

    He whispered the incantation, his fingers tracing the air as a summoning circle began to form in front of him. The intricate lines glowed with a soft, ethereal light, the hum of mana filling the air around him.

    The circle pulsed once, and Leon''s heart raced. He watched as the light within the circle condensed, shaping itself into a small form. When the light finally faded, what stood before him was a small, fox-like creature with gleaming silver fur and bright, sapphire-blue eyes. Its tail was bushy, almost ethereal, and it gave off a warm, comforting aura.

    The creature looked up at Leon, blinking its large eyes. It seemed curious but not afraid.

    Leon smiled. "Perfect," he said softly, reaching out his hand. The fox-like creature cautiously approached, nuzzling his palm.

    Millie, noticing the new arrival, ran over excitedly. "What is it?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

    Millie crouched down, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she reached out to the small fox-like creature. "You''re so cute!" she exclaimed, her fingers brushing through its soft, silver fur. The creature responded by nuzzling against Millie''s hand, its tail swishing gently behind it.

    The fox-like creature blinked up at her, then let out a soft, melodic sound, almost like a purr mixed with a chirp. Millie giggled, delighted by the creature''s response. "What''s your name?" she asked, even though she knew it couldn''t answer.

    Leon watched the two bond, feeling a sense of satisfaction. He had summoned a being that was not only harmless but one that seemed to naturally resonate with Millie''s energy. "Maybe we should give her a name," Leon suggested, stepping closer.

 Chapter 21 Lunas Return II

    Millie nodded as she looked at the little fox, petting it gently. "How about Lulu?" she suggested. The fox looked up at Millie and happily wagged its tail in response.

    "Lulu it is!" Millie beamed, watching as the little fox wagged its tail, clearly approving of the new name. She cuddled Lulu, who nuzzled into her with a content purr.

    Leon smiled, feeling relieved that the summoning had gone well this time. "Looks like she likes the name, Millie."

    Millie nodded enthusiastically. "She''s perfect! I can''t wait to play with her more."

    Leon watched the two with a sense of accomplishment. "Just make sure to take care of her. She''s special."

    Millie looked up at him with determination. "I will! Lulu and I are going to be best friends."

    Leon smiled as he left her, going to the next room as he contemplated his ability. "Is it dependent on my will?" he thought to himself.

    "What do you think, Cherry?" Leon asked as Cherry materialized and sat on his shoulder.

    [Most likely, your ability responds to your will,] she replied, and Leon nodded.

    "Maybe that''s why when I asked for a powerful summon, it summoned a... Lesser Cthulhu," Leon nodded to himself.

    Leon chuckled at the memory of the unintended summoning. "Guess I need to be more careful with what I wish for."

    Cherry perched comfortably on his shoulder, swinging her tiny legs as she offered more insight. [Yes, it seems like the power is influenced by both your will and intent. The clearer you are with your desires, the more controlled your summons will be.]

    Leon scratched his chin thoughtfully. "So if I focus on what I want¡ªlike with Lulu¡ªI can summon something specific instead of another... tentacle horror."

    "Luna! How was your outing?" Leon asked, eager to hear about her experiences.

    Luna smiled, her expression thoughtful. "I successfully advanced my class to Epic tier."

    "Great! But you''re late. Did something happen on the way?" Leon asked, despite already knowing what had occurred.

    "Yes, the city lord''s son saw me, so I had to hide longer than I intended," Luna sighed.

    "by the way where is Millie?" Luna asked looking around.

    Leon nodded, then said, "Millie, there."

    Luna nodded as she went to see her sister, completely ignoring the summoned beings, thinking it might be Leon''s class skill.

    She reaching the hall, her eyes widen as she saw Millie playing with a little fox, Luna looked at Fox as her own girlish heart screamed ''Cute!!''

    ''what is this cute creature?'' She thought to herself as she looked at the Fox.

    "sister!" Millie on the other hand seeing Luna screamed and then rush to her, hugging her she smiled.

    Luna patted her little head as she asked " You didn''t do anything bad did you?" She asked smiling.

    Millie shook her head as she grabbed the fox and showed to Luna "meet Lulu, Leo summoned her for me"

    Luna nodded as she patted the little fox too.

 Chapter 22 Lunas return III

    Luna continued petting Lulu, unable to resist the adorable little creature.

    "You didn''t make this difficult for Leon, did you?" Luna asked as she picked up the little fox and gently laughed while looking at her sister.

    Millie shook her tiny head silently and said, "No, I didn''t."

    "Were there any who came to complain to you?" Leon asked, but Millie shook her head again. Luna kept talking with Millie as she leaned in, showing how much she missed her sister during her absence.

    Meanwhile, Leon unsummoned the last creature he had summoned, bringing things back to calm. He then turned toward Luna.@@@@

    "So, what''s your class now?" Leon asked.

    Luna responded, "It''s called Night Lord, a shadow mage combined with assassin skills," she said, to which Leon nodded.

    "Night Lord, huh? That sounds powerful," Leon remarked, rubbing his chin.

    "It is," Luna replied confidently.

    "How about I lead you out of the city tomorrow and help you raise your level a bit?" she suggested. Leon nodded, knowing it was an opportunity he''d been waiting for, as he had his own goals to meet too.

    "Let''s go tomorrow then. You should rest tonight," Leon said, and Luna nodded in agreement.

    "Yes, I miss my sister too," Luna said as she stood up.

    While Luna got ready, Leon went to cook dinner using the ingredients Roselia had brought. A few minutes later, Luna entered the kitchen with a surprised expression. "Where did you get all of this?" she asked, looking at the magical stove and the abundance of rare food ingredients Leon was preparing.

    As they finished eating, Luna stood up, stretching. "I''ll get some rest now. We''ve got a long day ahead tomorrow."

    "Yeah, goodnight," Leon said, watching her leave. He cleaned up the dishes and, after a moment of quiet contemplation, decided to check on Roselia.

    Heading back to his room, Leon opened the door to find Roselia still resting, her peaceful expression a stark contrast to her usual confident demeanor. He smiled to himself, thinking about how much things had changed since he first summoned her.

    "We''re getting stronger," he whispered, closing the door quietly behind him. Tomorrow, they''d continue moving forward.

    Leon sat on bed as he thought " The other guy who was helping Brain as also an Tier III, but unlike the fool Brian, defeating him with deception would be difficult" he thought as he wondered.

    "I just have to reach the peak of Tier II, and then I''ll be able to summon and keep those beings for long enough to defeat him. Not only that, but with the increase in strength, I''ll also be able to defend the city better," Leon thought, a determined glint in his eyes.

    He leaned back, the weight of his ambition settling on his shoulders. His Origin Conjurer abilities were steadily growing, and with just a little more progress, he''d unlock the power he needed to stand against his enemies.

    "I should wrap everything up in just a month," Leon mused, feeling the urgency of his plans. Every decision he made now was a step toward not only his survival but his dominance over the challenges ahead.

    His mind raced with strategies, envisioning the battles to come. He knew that power alone wouldn''t be enough¡ªhe needed to outthink his opponents as well. The city was a complicated web of politics and hidden agendas, and only with careful maneuvering could he maintain control and protect those who relied on him.

    "I''ll get there," he told himself, confident but cautious. The peak of Tier II wasn''t far off, but he had to be patient.

    Leon stood up, taking a deep breath as he contemplated his next moves. The city was still buzzing with activity, and he knew that his enemies wouldn''t wait for him to grow stronger. Time was precious.

    He made his way to the window, gazing out at the bustling streets below. Luna''s return was reassuring, but the threat of the City Lord affiliate loomed ever closer. Their eyes were always watching, searching for any weaknesses to exploit.

    "I can''t afford to be careless," Leon muttered to himself. He needed to keep a low profile while growing his strength, but he also had to gather information¡ªespecially on the City Lord''s forces.

 Chapter 23 Demonic Servant

    The next day, Leon woke up early, feeling refreshed and ready for the tasks ahead. As he stretched, he glanced at Roselia, who was already awake and preparing for the day.

    "Good morning," Leon said, rubbing his eyes.

    Roselia smiled softly. "Morning, Leon."

    Leon stood up, quickly getting dressed, and then said, "It''s time for you to meet Luna."

    Roselia gave a small nod, following him out of the room. As they entered the main hall, they found Luna sitting near the window, lost in thought. When Luna turned and saw them approaching, her expression shifted from curiosity to mild surprise.

    "This is Roselia, my familiar," Leon said, introducing them with a casual smile. "Roselia, this is Luna."

    Luna looked Roselia up and down, studying her for a moment before smiling faintly. "So, you''re the famous demoness Leon mentioned. It''s nice to finally meet you."

    Roselia bowed her head slightly in acknowledgment. "It''s a pleasure to meet you, Luna. I''ve heard about your abilities."

    Luna chuckled lightly. "Well, I hope I live up to the reputation. We''ll be working together closely from now on."

    Leon observed the interaction, half expecting some tension, but to his surprise, Luna seemed more welcoming than he had anticipated. Roselia, while respectful, maintained her usual confident demeanor.

    After the introduction, Leon shifted his focus back to the day''s mission. "Alright, now that everyone''s acquainted, Roselia, I''m trusting you to keep an eye on Millie while Luna and I are gone."

    Roselia smiled. "You can count on me. I''ll take good care of her."

    Millie, who had been quietly playing in the corner, ran over and hugged Roselia''s leg, showing her affection for her new guardian. Roselia patted Millie''s head gently.

    With everything settled, Leon and Luna gathered their equipment and prepared to leave. "Today''s goal is simple," Leon said as they walked to the door. "We''re going to head out and level up, increase our strength as much as possible. The City Lord''s forces are getting bolder, and we need to be ready for what''s coming."

    [Summon Demonic Servant ¨C Summons a demonic servant based on the environment and elements present.]

    Given the environment, he knew what kind of demon might appear. The sewers were dark, damp, and reeked of decay.

    With a swirling of dark energy, a small, grotesque demon began to form in the murky water. It was short, with slimy skin, glowing yellow eyes, and twisted, sharp claws. It looked like a cross between a sewer rat and a slime, perfectly suited for crawling through the filth.

    "Ugh... great. Sewer demon." Leon winced as he observed the creature.

    The demon gurgled in response, ready to serve. Luna, watching the process unfold, couldn''t help but laugh. "What a lovely helper you''ve summoned."

    "Yeah, yeah... let''s just get moving," Leon muttered, motioning for the creature to remove the filth from his path and himself.

    The demon servant nodded, its slimy hands moving over Leon''s clothes and body. Instantly, all the disgusting sludge and grime that had clung to him was wiped away, disappearing as though absorbed into the creature.

    "Much better," Leon sighed with relief. "Now, go ahead and keep clearing the path."

    The demon bowed its head slightly before scampering forward, cleaning the pathway as it went. With the filth removed and the air clearing up, Leon and Luna followed behind, able to move through the sewers without dealing with the worst of the muck. Leon gave a satisfied grin, feeling far more comfortable now that he didn''t have to wade through the nastiness.

    Luna chuckled softly as they continued, "Seems like your summon is pretty useful after all."

    "Yeah, let''s hope we don''t have to deal with anything worse down here," Leon replied, keeping a close eye on their surroundings as they ventured deeper into the tunnels.

    As they ventured further into the sewers, Leon and Luna soon encountered massive sewer rats, each the size of a large dog. Their beady red eyes glared at the intruders, and their sharp teeth gnashed hungrily. These weren''t ordinary rats; they were monstrous, aggressive creatures, clearly mutated by something in the filth.

    "They''re not normal rats," Luna commented, preparing to defend herself.

    Leon, however, smiled confidently. "No need to worry," he said, turning to his sewer demon servant. "Take care of them."

 Chapter 24 Demonic Servant II

    As Leon and Luna continued their journey through the foul, labyrinthine tunnels, the air became increasingly thick with the stench of decay and sewage. The further they ventured, the more aggressive the plague rats became, their glowing red eyes piercing the dim light. These creatures weren''t just mutated; they were infected with a vile plague, which made them even more dangerous.

    Leon motioned for his sewer demon servant to move ahead, ensuring their path remained clear. The demon slashed through the thick filth and the ever-present sewer water, keeping it from splashing onto Leon and Luna. Despite the creature''s efforts, the oppressive atmosphere was hard to ignore.

    Suddenly, the sound of scurrying claws echoed down the tunnel. A swarm of plague rats, larger and more vicious than before, appeared from the shadows. Their diseased flesh was rotting, exposing sharp, yellow teeth and oozing wounds. These rats were more than just physical threats¡ªthey carried the plague in their very being.

    Their furry bodies had more pus-filled spores than fur, making them even more dangerous.

    "Get ready," Luna warned, her tone steady but serious.

    "You always fight them using this tunnel?" Leon asked, speechless, while preparing his Aether Magic.

    "No, I usually just sneak past them, but with you here, it''s difficult to do," she said. Leon nodded.

    "I''ll try to help as much as I can," Leon said, and Luna nodded in return.

    After all, the rats in front of them ranged from Tier 1 to Tier 2, with even the weakest among them being at least Level 50, while he himself was just Level 2 after absorbing the power sources earlier in the tunnels.

    The rats charged at them in a frenzy, but Leon''s sewer demon servant leapt forward, smashing the first wave of rodents with brutal efficiency. Its claws ripped through the plague-ridden creatures like a whirlwind, and soon, the air was filled with the sickening crunch of bones and flesh.

    Luna didn''t hesitate. She charged in as well, brandishing her weapon¡ªa blade crackling with dark energy. She slashed through several rats in a single swing, each strike feeling more powerful as She absorbed the glowing orbs of physical essence that the rats dropped.

    "...leave some for me" Leon said speechlessly, while he directed the Demonic servant to kill all the rats too, as he did, Leon hastily took in the cores but didn''t absorbed them as he started giving them to luna.

    As the swarm continued to attack, Luna''s strikes became faster, more precise. Each orb she absorbed increased her physical capabilities¡ªher speed, strength, and endurance all enhanced by the raw power within the orbs.

    While Leon too kept power leveling up, thanks to Plague Demon, The demon he summoned after unsummoning the sewer demon, they can fight without worry of any disease as it made sure none of them are infected while it also aids in battle.

    More rats came from all sides, but Leon and Luna didn''t back down. The sewer demon, relentless in its assault, tore through the creatures like a force of nature. Its claws shredded through flesh, sending black blood spraying across the filthy stone walls. The plague rats, despite their numbers, stood no chance against the combined might of Leon, Luna, and the demon servant.

    By the time they reached a clearing in the tunnel, the floor was littered with the disintegrating remains of the plague rats. The tunnel, once filled with the stench of filth and decay, was now quiet, save for the soft hum of the absorbed power.

    Leon looked at Luna, who was wiping sweat from her brow, and grinned. "Not bad, huh? We''ve gained a ton of physical sources."

    Luna nodded, catching her breath. "Yeah, but we can''t get too comfortable. There might be something worse waiting for us further in."

    "True," Leon agreed, his eyes scanning the dark tunnel ahead. "But with these new power boosts, I''m feeling confident. Let''s keep going."

    Luna looked at eager Leon and shook her head while she also followed after him.

    As Leon and Luna made their way deeper into the tunnel, the atmosphere around them began to change. The stone walls, once damp and cracked, started to glow faintly with eerie runes, pulsing with an otherworldly light. The air grew colder, and the faint echo of distant growls reverberated through the narrow passage.

    Luna paused, eyes narrowing. "Something''s not right," she muttered.

    Leon, sensing the shift as well, glanced around. "This doesn''t feel like a normal tunnel anymore."

    "yes, those Runes they weren''t here before" Luna nodded and said pointing at the runes glowing like an beacon in dark tunnel.

 Chapter 25 Dungeon

    They continued cautiously, and soon they stumbled upon an opening that revealed a vast underground chamber. The ground beneath their feet vibrated subtly, and what once was a sewer now resembled the entrance to a dungeon. Dark stone pillars rose from the floor, twisted and malformed, and the faint hum of magical energy filled the air.

    Luna looked up at Leon, her expression serious. "This isn''t just an underground tunnel anymore. It''s turned into a dungeon."

    Leon frowned, his gaze scanning the surroundings. "A dungeon forming in the middle of a city... This could be a problem."

    The formation of a dungeon is a natural yet dangerous process. It begins when a monster nest is left unchecked, allowing a Dungeon Core to find the area and merge with the nest. Once merged, the core slowly takes control, turning the entire area into its domain and empowering the monsters that inhabit it to act as its guards.

    Over time, the monsters evolve under the influence of the core, becoming stronger and more vicious.

    A Dungeon Core itself functions like an egg, gestating and growing until it''s powerful enough to give birth to a demon lord. As it matures, the dungeon evolves in strength and complexity, becoming more dangerous with each passing day. Dungeon Cores are not simple objects, though¡ªthey are actually Demon Seeds, entities that search for suitable nests to "hatch" themselves into fully-fledged demons.

    The type of demon birthed depends on the grade of the dungeon at the time of its hatching.

    For instance, the dungeon Leon and Luna now face is currently a simple Grade 1 Dungeon. If left unchecked, it can evolve into higher grades over time, allowing the core to eventually hatch a higher-tier demon. Right now, the core is capable of birthing a Peak Tier II demon.

    But if no one interferes, the dungeon could continue to grow, evolving from Grade 1 to Grade 2, and beyond, birthing even more powerful demonic entities.

    "The core is probably buried deeper inside, protected by all these monsters," Luna remarked as they observed the area.

    Leon nodded, his gaze focused. "Then we need to clear this place out before it evolves any further. Otherwise, we might be dealing with something far more dangerous than a Tier II demon."

    Luna, standing beside him, nodded grimly. "This is where the core''s influence is strongest. We''ve definitely entered the dungeon''s heart."

    Since , this is only a Grade 1 dungeon, this is only a single floor or single room dungeon, leading them to arriving directly at the center of Dungeon where the core is located.

    The air felt thick with power, almost suffocating, as they stepped further inside. Strange, twisted creatures scurried along the walls¡ªcreatures neither fully rat nor fully demon, their bodies a grotesque mix of fur and scales, their eyes glowing red with malevolent intent.

    These were the dungeon''s defenders, the plague-ridden rats now fully transformed into monsters under the Dungeon Core''s control.

    Leon flexed his fingers, summoning his Aether magic. "Get ready. This is going to be a rough fight."

    Luna drew her weapons, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the enemies around them. "I''ll take the ones on the left. You handle the right."

    With a nod, they split off, moving swiftly into battle. The rats shrieked and charged at them, their claws clattering against the stone floor as they swarmed the duo. Luna''s movements were fluid and precise, each strike of her blade dispatching a rat in a single motion.

    Leon, meanwhile, summoned bursts of energy, hurling Aether bolts at the creatures, incinerating them before they could get too close.

    Despite their strength, the enemies seemed endless, pouring from hidden cracks in the walls, as if the dungeon itself was birthing them. The chamber reverberated with the sound of battle, each clash of weapons and blast of magic echoing through the room.

    "These things just keep coming!" Leon shouted, panting slightly as he launched another spell.

    "They''re buying time!" Luna replied, her voice sharp. "The Core must know we''re here!"

 Chapter 26 Dungeon II

    Leon gave Luna a quick nod as she laid out their options. "Well, we could destroy the core right now," he said, eyes scanning the chamber, "I''ve got a clear shot at it. If we do, the monsters will weaken immediately, but we won''t get any rewards."

    Luna looked conflicted for a moment, but then gritted her teeth and made her decision. "We fight," she said firmly.

    "Alright then, let''s deal with this monster wave," Leon replied, nodding in approval.

    "This is clearly a survival-type dungeon," Leon continued as they fended off the incoming horde of plague rats. "We just need to outlast the waves."

    Luna slashed through another group of plague rats, the darkness swirling around her as her shadows lashed out and cleared large groups of enemies. "How long does it usually take?" she asked between breaths.

    "For a Grade 1 dungeon like this, it could take anywhere from an hour to three," Leon explained, hurling another Aether blast.

    "Make sure you manage your mana," he added. "There''s no source here to replenish it, so we have to be careful."

    Luna nodded, her expression focused as she unleashed another round of deadly strikes, her shadows wiping out entire clusters of rats in the blink of an eye. They continued battling, side by side, determined to survive the onslaught and claim the rewards at the end.

    As Leon and Luna continued their relentless fight against the seemingly endless wave of plague rats, the intensity of the battle mounted. Each swipe of their blades and casting of their spells pushed them further into the survival-type dungeon, where the objective was clear¡ªendure the waves or perish. The rats, mutated and monstrous, were no ordinary creatures.

    Each was the size of a large dog, their bodies covered in oozing pustules that emitted a foul, toxic vapor. Their numbers seemed limitless.

    "And don''t forget," Leon added, his voice serious, "if the Dungeon Core does decide to summon a demon, it''ll be more powerful than the final boss. We''ve got to be prepared for that too."

    "I know" Luna said as she took the Sources Leon is giving her continuously.

    "You should absorb some too" She said as she absorbed another bunch gaining a level.

    "I am," Leon replied, glancing at the system notifications flooding his vision. Each plague rat they killed, whether it was a Tier 1 or lower Tier 2, kept rewarding him with high Tier 2 power sources, when he then donated to Luna through his Charity system and received the high tier 2 power sources.

    ''Heh, this Charity system is broken, and it''s only at Level 1. I wonder how much stronger it''ll be when I get it to Level 2,'' Leon thought, continuing to slay the remaining rats with renewed enthusiasm.

    After about ten minutes, the final plague rat collapsed, and both Leon and Luna paused to catch their breath. Leon scanned the area, noticing the plague rat corpses being absorbed into the ground as the dungeon core prepared to summon the final boss.

    "I guess it''s not hatching a demon for us," Leon remarked between breaths, his voice calm.

    Luna nodded in agreement. "We should rest while we can. It''ll take about five minutes or so for the boss to fully materialize, judging by how fast the bodies are dissolving," she said, her voice a bit strained from the battle.

    Leon nodded back, settling down cross-legged on the ground. He closed his eyes and began to meditate, aiming to replenish his mana and regain focus for the upcoming fight. Luna sat nearby, doing the same, as they prepared for the final confrontation.

    As Leon and Luna continued meditating, regaining their mana and composure, the dungeon core pulsed with dark energy, working tirelessly to craft the final boss. It was the core''s last line of defense, its only hope to stop the intruders before it was forced to flee, leaving behind its precious treasure according to the ancient rules governing dungeons.

 Chapter 27 Final Boss

    A/N : You guys might have noticed the name changing of Luna from Sabrina to Lana and now Luna, well, it was all Luna doing, she was not speaking her real name until Leon told her they are on same side.

    Hope it helps

    *****

    After about ten minutes, Leon opened his eyes and noticed the cocoon that had formed near the dungeon core. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat, as though preparing to give life to whatever monstrosity lay within. He eyed it carefully, thoughts swirling in his head. I wonder what''s going to emerge... he mused, silently hoping for a magical-type boss.

    He glanced over at Luna, who was still deep in meditation. "It''ll probably hatch in another ten minutes or so," he muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper in the eerie silence of the dungeon.

    Out of curiosity, Leon tried using his appraisal skill on the core and the cocoon. Unfortunately, his appraisal yielded little information beyond the fact that the cocoon housed a Seed of the Plague Demon. That revelation stirred a mixture of understanding and caution within him. So it''s a plague demon... makes sense given the rats, he thought, reflecting on the nature of this dungeon.

    Dungeon core also has types after all, Like this Plague type dungeon core thus it chose this sewers which has not been maintained after Luna''s father death, leading to infestation of large number of Plague rats which resulted in nest formation which in turn invited the Dungeon core.

    The dungeon core''s purpose was clear now: once the boss was defeated, the core would flee, leaving behind a reward. But if someone dared to approach the core while it was hatching, the cocoon would break, and there would be no more dungeon core. Taming a dungeon core, Leon knew, was an incredibly rare feat, with odds so slim they were nearly impossible.

    It required either a powerful time-based spell to freeze the core in place or a rare domination scroll, neither of which could be found in a mere tutorial town like the one they are in.

    Leon chuckled quietly at the thought. If only I had something like that, he considered. But for now, he focused on the task at hand¡ªdefeating the boss, claiming whatever reward the core would leave behind, and getting out of this sewer-turned-dungeon intact.

    After a few more minutes, Luna opened her eyes and looked at Leon. "Let''s make a plan," she said, and Leon nodded in agreement.

    "First, let me tell you what skills I can use," Luna began. "There''s Shadow Control, which you''ve probably seen a lot already. Then, I have Shadow Dive, a kind of teleportation spell that lets me move from one shadow to another. I also have Heart Strike, Backstab, typical assassin skills. And finally, there''s Dark Poison, though I doubt that''ll be much use here."

    "Where did you get that?" Luna asked, her eyes narrowing as she recognized the staff. It belonged to Brian, the man who killed her parents and loyal supporters of her father, the former city lord.

    "My familiar stole it after killing Brian," Leon shrugged casually.

    "Huh?" Luna looked at him in shock.

    "Oh yeah, Roselia killed him in a fit of rage," Leon said nonchalantly.

    "What the¡ªwhat do you mean she killed him? Brian was a Tier 3 fighter! How did she manage to kill him despite only being Tier 1?" Luna asked, bewildered.

    "She used her brains and her illusion abilities. She made him her puppet, forced him to humiliate himself in front of his son, and then ordered him to kill himself," Leon explained, still shivering slightly at the memory of how Roselia described the scene.

    Luna''s face went pale with fear as she absorbed the information, but it quickly transformed into one of satisfaction. "She''s good," Luna said with a sly smile.

    ''Women are terrifying,'' Leon thought as he saw the sinister grin spread across Luna''s face.

    "Anyway, let''s focus on the boss," Leon said, snapping out of the conversation as Luna nodded in agreement. Their eyes fixed on the large cocoon ahead, which started to crack open.

    A hand emerged, holding a staff.

    "I guess we''re facing a magical type," Leon said, preparing himself. Luna nodded, feeling confident since she had an advantage against mages. But before they could react, another hand shot out, this one holding a sword.

    "What the hell?" both Leon and Luna muttered in unison, eyes widening.

 Chapter 28 Final Boss II

    The creature finally emerged¡ªa towering rat-man hybrid with four eyes glowing in the dim light of the dungeon. It stood tall, wielding both a staff and a sword, its grotesque form pulsing with unnatural energy.

    But it didn''t end there. The boss brought its sword and staff together, causing both to shine intensely before they fused into a single weapon¡ªa grotesque blend of arcane magic and steel.

    [Plague Magic Swordsman - Ratay]

    Both Leon and Luna froze for a moment, eyes locked on the towering figure as they muttered in unison, "A named boss..."

    "This isn''t your average boss," Leon repeated, feeling the tension grow thicker as Ratay let out a bone-chilling growl, the oppressive energy radiating from the creature flooding the room.

    Named bosses were on a whole different level. There were three main types of dungeon bosses: the basic dungeon boss, the named boss, and the rarest and strongest¡ªdemon bosses. Named bosses, as their title implied, were significantly stronger than typical dungeon enemies, their power at least twice that of a regular dungeon boss.

    "Well, it''s manageable," Leon said, trying to sound confident, though his grip on his staff tightened. Luna nodded beside him, her daggers gleaming as shadowy tendrils coiled around her hands.@@@@

    They stared at the rat-man hybrid, which now held its combined sword-staff weapon. In one hand, the creature summoned a sickly green magic circle, radiating plague-like energy, while its other hand gripped the blade, ready to strike.

    The boss was preparing its first move.

    "Stay alert," Leon warned, eyes darting between the magic circle and the sword. "This thing''s not going to be easy."

    The room was filled with a crackling sound as Ratay''s green magic began to surge, the air growing heavier. The ground beneath Leon and Luna trembled slightly as the monster prepared to unleash its attack.

    "It''s summoning magic!" Leon shouted, noticing the eerie green energy swirling more intensely around Ratay''s staff.

    "Now!" Leon yelled, taking a risky move. He charged in again, aiming a series of quick, precise slashes at Ratay''s legs, hoping to cripple its movement. This time, his efforts paid off¡ªhe hit a vulnerable spot, and Ratay stumbled slightly.

    Taking advantage of the opening, Luna unleashed Heart Strike, teleporting behind Ratay with her Shadow Dive ability and driving her daggers deep into the back of its knees. The shadowy energy from her attack pulsed through the creature''s body, weakening it further.

    Ratay howled in pain and rage, swinging wildly to knock Luna away. She ducked back into the shadows, evading the retaliatory strike, leaving Leon to face the enraged boss head-on.

    "It''s on its last legs!" Luna shouted from the darkness. "Go for it!"

    Leon nodded, summoning all the Aether energy he had left. His staff began to glow with a blinding light as he channeled everything into one final attack¡ªAether Bolt. He pointed toward Ratay, as a powerful spell aimed at the core of its body.

    As Ratay raised his sword-staff to block again, his movements were precise, but Luna was quicker. With a sharp glint in her eyes, she darted forward, her obsidian daggers flashing in the dim dungeon light. She aimed directly at Ratay''s exposed neck, her blades slicing through the vulnerable spot.

    Ratay roared in pain, stumbling back as his focus shattered. The summoning magic around him flickered and dissipated as he struggled to regain control, but it was too late.

    Leon''s Aether Bolt shot forward like a lightning strike, unimpeded by Ratay''s weakened defense. The bolt slammed into the boss with overwhelming force, tearing through its chest with a bright explosion of energy. A massive hole burned through Ratay''s body, sending him crashing to the ground with a thunderous thud.

    The once-mighty plague magician-swordsman twitched, gasping for breath. But the life had already faded from its eyes. The creature''s massive form slumped, motionless. Ratay was dead¡ªdefeated for good.

    Leon exhaled deeply, lowering his weapon. "We did it," he muttered, exhaustion clear in his voice. Luna stepped forward, glancing at the still-smoking body of the boss.

    "He couldn''t be more dead," she said with a smirk, wiping her daggers clean. "That was tougher than expected, but we pulled through."

    The dungeon grew eerily quiet as they stood over Ratay''s remains, knowing the battle was finally over.

 Chapter 29 Rewards

    Suddenly, a strange whirling sound filled the dungeon, catching Leon and Luna''s attention. They turned just in time to see the Dungeon Core glowing intensely, radiating a brilliant, eerie light. Before they could react, the core lifted into the air, its form shimmering and distorting as it began casting Spatial Shift magic.

    In an instant, the core vanished, signaling the end of the dungeon''s presence and leaving behind a few shimmering treasures on the floor next to Ratay''s corpse.

    As they approached, they noticed four items glinting on the ground. First was a beautifully crafted Magic Sword, far different from the awkward staff-sword Ratay had wielded. It radiated a potent aura, with intricate designs etched along its blade, glowing faintly with poisonous green energy¡ªa sure sign of a poison attribute.

    Next to it lay a Dagger equally potent, its slim, sleek form already shimmering with the same poison-infused magic. Both weapons clearly held a deadly enchantment, ideal for delivering toxic damage to foes.

    Beside these lay two powerful Power Sources: one a Magic Source and the other a Physical Source. Both glowed a rich, green hue, marking them as Tier III items from the defeated Ratman boss, Level 201 Plague Magic Swordsman Ratay.

    Luna picked up the dagger, admiring its light yet deadly form, while Leon reached for the sword, feeling the magic hum along its edge. "Looks like Ratay left us a parting gift," he muttered, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

    The items scattered before them were the final rewards, a reluctant offering left by the Dungeon Core after its failed attempt to evolve into a demon. Despite all its built-up essence and preparation, the core had been forced to retreat, a costly sacrifice of power and potential. It had poured much of its accumulated essence into these items, unable to deny the ancient laws binding it.

    If it hadn''t provided a suitable reward to the challengers who cleared its dungeon, the core would have faced severe consequences¡ªannihilation by the ancient laws, which would have erased it entirely, banishing any trace of its existence from this plane. The powerful essence within the magic sword, dagger, and sources showed just how close it had come to risking its own destruction.

    "By the way, why is there even a dungeon here?" Leon asked.

    Luna scoffed, a bitter edge to her voice. "Why else? That bastard Brian¡ªwell, dead Brian¡ªwanted to hoard all the money for himself. He neglected everything else. My father used to take care of everything, from the city down to the underground, but after his death... after he was killed by Brian and his associates, the city has been in decline for a long time.

    And now, all of this has been left to ruin in just over half a year," she sighed, frustration evident.

    Leon looked at her, surprised. "Wait, just half a year? Doesn''t that mean... your family was killed right after the Monster Horde events?"

    Luna nodded, her gaze distant. "We were celebrating that night when it happened. The Vice City Lord poisoned everyone¡ªmy father, my mother, and all of my father''s close associates. None of them were spared. My sister and I only survived because I was taking her on a stroll through the city. She wanted to see it at night, and that''s the only reason we escaped.

    Otherwise... we would''ve died too, that night." Her hands clenched, anger sparking in her eyes as her grip tightened around her weapons.

    Attributes:

    Sword Mastery Level +3.

    The skill ''Infected Edge'' is generated.Reduces target''s healing ability by 40% upon hit.

    Critical strikes inflict ''Poisoned Wound,'' causing continuous damage over 4 seconds proportional to attack power.

    Combo Effect: Upon three consecutive hits, poison intensity doubles, and inflicted damage increases by 150% for 1 second.

    Combo Chain: Upon five consecutive hits, target suffers impaired movement and confusion for 0.2 seconds, enabling the use of ''Pestilent Slash'' as a follow-up.

    Description:

    Forged from corrupted steel and tempered in toxic miasma, the Plague Bearer Sword carries a curse upon every strike. Its latent poison can fester within wounds, draining vitality and ravaging health. While it harbors immense power, few can wield it without succumbing to its venomous nature.

    Conditions of Use: Wielder must possess resistance to poison-based effects and proficiency in one-handed sword combat.

    Weight: 275

    Growth Type : The weapon will evolve as it absorb more poison and venom and other poison related items. ]

    "This...?" Leon exclaimed as he looked at the sword in disbelief.

    "Leon, it''s a growth-type weapon!" Luna said excitedly, looking at her own Dagger.

    Leon felt a pang of regret, thinking, ''Damn it, why wasn''t I fast enough to pick them up first?''

 Chapter 30 Change of Plans

    With the dungeon destroyed, Leon and Luna walked forward through the now eerily silent sewers. The pungent air, once filled with the scurrying sounds of plague rats, had become unsettlingly calm. Shadows danced along the damp stone walls as their footsteps echoed through the empty tunnels.

    "It''s strange," Luna murmured, glancing around. "It feels like the sewers are a completely different place now."

    Leon nodded. "Without the dungeon core binding them, the plague rats must''ve abandoned this area entirely. Let''s hope they don''t regroup somewhere else."

    Luna smirked. "If they do, we''ll just clear them out again."

    Leon glanced back at her. "Don''t get overconfident. We got lucky¡ªmy Aether Magic works well against dark creatures. Without it, we might not have made it out alive," he said, though he thought privately, I would''ve made a break for it if things got that bad.

    "Yeah, yeah," Luna said with a casual wave of her hand, but then paused, giving him a thoughtful look. "Wait. You''re strong against dark-type creatures, right?"

    Leon nodded, curious. "Yeah, why?"

    A grin spread across Luna''s face. "Then you''re in luck. Just like these sewers, the cemetery''s been neglected by that idiot lord. Last time I passed by, there were a lot of skeletons and other undead wandering around. There might even be a dungeon there now"

    Leon''s eyes lit up. "Let''s go check it out, then."

    Without wasting any time, they climbed out of the sewers and made their way toward the cemetery. The graveyard, once maintained by priests and guards who periodically blessed the grounds, had been left abandoned for over five months since Luna''s father''s death. Now, thanks to the accumulating mana and miasma, the grounds were rumored to be crawling with the restless dead.

    Standing outside the cemetery, Leon surveyed the graveyard. "This place has really turned out like this," he sighed, observing the many graves that had already been dug open, the bodies beneath them starting to claw their way out and roam restlessly.

    "Hmm, if the bodies are digging themselves out, that means there''s a high-ranking undead here," Leon said, glancing at Luna.

    Luna nodded as he got ready, while Leon also took out his staff, ''Skeletons and Zombies, against them I should try to save as much as mana for the last boss , after all Undead Monsters usually have high HP'' Leon thought as he looked at his Mortal Swordsmanship.

    "It seems it''s time to use you," he mumbled to himself as he clenched the Plague Bearer Sword. ''Though, I don''t think you''ll do much damage to the undead,'' he pondered, sheathing the sword and instead drawing another weapon. He pulled out a dagger and handed it to Luna.

    "What is this?" she wondered as she examined the dagger.

    "This is a Blessed weapon; it deals 100% more damage to undead," Leon explained. These were old weapons once wielded by the guards who patrolled the cemetery.

    "They were blessed by a priest but were never used, so they still retain their holy blessing¡ªanother good find stolen by Rosleia for me," he added, a hint of pride in his voice.

    Not to mention...

    [You have donated: Holy Blessed Dagger (Uncommon)]

    [You have gained: Holy Dagger (Uncommon)]

    Leon looked at the rewards with satisfaction. The blessing was no longer limited; it would now permanently retain its holy power. No matter how much he used it, the blessing wouldn''t wear off.

    "Now you can really make a difference against the undead," he said, a determined glint in his eyes. Luna nodded, gripping the dagger tightly, feeling its weight and significance. "Let''s clear this place out."

    "And this time, you can level up after all the undead are magical beings," Luna said, her excitement evident.

    Leon nodded. ''Well, I was already leveling up, but now my speed will increase even more,'' he thought inwardly, glancing at his stats. He was currently at Level 51 of Tier I.

    "Let''s get this done, then," he replied, determination fueling his steps. With Luna by his side, he felt more confident facing the undead that awaited them in the cemetery.

 Chapter 31 Field Boss

    The cemetery lay shrouded in a dense, unnatural fog, casting an eerie stillness over the cracked tombstones and wilted flowers. Dead trees, twisted and gnarled, reached up to the cloudy night sky like skeletal hands clawing their way out of the earth. A cold wind whistled through the ruins, carrying with it the faint scent of rot and earth, and the ground felt damp and uneven beneath their feet.

    As Leon and Luna moved deeper into the graveyard, the atmosphere grew heavier. Wisps of dark mana lingered in the air, a reminder of the corrupted magic that held the undead in their restless state. Suddenly, low growls and hisses echoed from nearby graves, and skeletal hands began clawing their way out of the soil, dragging dirt-covered, decaying figures into the open.

    Leon gripped his sword tightly, and the weapon glinted with a holy light, a stark contrast to the darkened world around him. Beside him, Luna readied her blessed dagger, her eyes narrowed and focused.

    With a battle cry, Leon lunged at the nearest skeleton, his sword slicing through it cleanly, holy energy causing the bones to disintegrate on contact. Luna darted forward, her movements swift as she plunged her dagger into the chest of an approaching zombie. The creature shuddered, and smoke rose from its flesh as the holy blessing burned through it.

    As they continued to fight, the undead came in waves, crawling out of graves, rising from tombs, and staggering from the shadows. Each slash and stab from their blessed weapons reduced the undead to ashes, but the horde seemed endless, driven by an unseen power.

    "It seems the boss now knows we''re here, so he''s attacking us by sending his minions," Leon observed, eyeing the swarm of undead closing in on them.

    "Isn''t that a good thing?" Luna smirked, fending off another zombie. "He''ll keep sending them, and we can level up by taking down each wave, gathering resources as we go. Plus, if he''s just sending minions, it likely means he can''t leave his place."

    Leon shook his head, slicing through a skeleton with a swift, holy-imbued strike. "If he''s only sending minions, it means he''s either more clever than we thought or he''s preoccupied¡ªsomething might be holding him back from confronting us directly."

    The next wave surged forth¡ªvampiric soldiers, their eyes glowing red, brandishing enchanted blades. They were faster, and their strikes were sharper. Leon found himself momentarily overwhelmed, parrying a blow just in time. "These ones are tougher!" he grunted, sweat beading on his forehead as he fought them off.

    Luna shouted encouragement, "Just like the skeletons! Use the holy power!" She lunged at one of the soldiers, driving her dagger into its heart. The creature shrieked in pain, crumbling to the ground as the holy energy radiated from the blade.

    Just then, another wave of enemies flooded the cemetery¡ªspitting zombies, their rotting mouths foaming with bile and venom. They hurled their grotesque projectiles, attempting to blind Leon and Luna. Leon ducked to the side, barely avoiding a glob of putrid goo that splattered against a nearby grave marker. "Ugh, that''s disgusting!" he shouted, wiping his face as he regained his footing.

    With each wave, the creatures grew more diverse and dangerous. Undead hounds leapt into the fray, snapping at their heels with feral instincts. Leon''s heart raced as he slashed at them, his strikes connecting just before they could sink their teeth into his flesh.

    "Luna! Focus on the biggest threats!" he urged, his voice steady amid the chaos. "We can''t let them overwhelm us!"

    "Fuck, just how many are there?" she yelled in frustration, having been fighting for over half an hour continuously without any sign of an end.

    "This is normal in these wave-type attacks. We have to push our way like an arrowhead," Leon said as he readied his sword.

    Luna nodded, her expression resolute. "Let''s take down their leader, and these minions will fall apart!" With renewed determination, they fought side by side, carving a path through the oncoming hordes, each undead defeated fueling their resolve to confront the true menace lurking in the cemetery''s depths.@@@@

 Chapter 32 Field boss II

    The cemetery was shrouded in an eerie fog, the moonlight barely piercing through as if afraid to touch the corrupted ground. Graves lay desecrated, and the stench of decay filled the air as more undead creatures crawled and staggered toward Leon and Luna. Skeletal soldiers clattered forward, rusted armor clinging to their brittle bones.

    Behind them, grotesque zombies shuffled and groaned, their vacant eyes locked on their prey.

    The next wave of undead charged forward, a mix of armored skeletons wielding chipped swords and rotting zombies with flesh hanging from their bones. Among them were a few new horrors¡ªspitting zombies that hissed as they spewed acidic bile and bursting zombies, bloated with dark energy, that exploded upon impact, releasing a noxious mist that clung to the ground.@@@@

    Leon gritted his teeth, slashing through a spitting zombie with his blessed sword, watching as it disintegrated upon contact with the holy blade. "These exploding ones are a nightmare!" he called out as he narrowly dodged one of the bursting zombies, which detonated with a sickening squelch, releasing a cloud of foul-smelling gas.

    "Tell me about it!" Luna replied, her dagger flashing as she cleaved through a cluster of skeletal warriors. Her quick footwork kept her just out of reach of the acidic bile, her expression fierce as she cut down another zombie. "We have to keep moving forward¡ªif we get surrounded, we''re done for!"

    Leon nodded, rallying his energy as he cut a path through the endless waves of undead. They fought like a storm, relentless and unyielding, each strike pushing them closer to the cemetery''s heart where the undead leader surely awaited. The haunting silence in the distance was almost worse than the sounds of battle.

    It was as if the cemetery itself was watching, waiting for them to make it to their final test.

    After an hour of relentless assault, they had finally taken down all the waves. "Ugh, I''m so done with this!" Luna shouted in frustration, looking at Leon and then down at herself, both of them exhausted and covered in grime.

    "This dagger''s broken too," she muttered, lifting the Holy Blessed Dagger, now dull and missing its holy glow.

    Leon caught his breath, glancing at Luna with a weary grin. "Yeah, that was... intense," he muttered, sheathing his own weapon, which bore signs of wear after the relentless assault. He noticed her broken dagger, its holy glow now completely faded.

    "Looks like the blessing couldn''t withstand all that undead mana," he observed, his voice tinged with disappointment.

    The skeletal figure raised its empty gaze to meet theirs, and a hollow, echoing voice filled the cemetery. "Intruders... your souls are forfeit."

    Luna glanced at Leon, smirking. "Ready for round two?"

    Leon gave her a quick, confident nod, his eyes narrowing with anticipation. "This one''s different¡ªfeels like a true gatekeeper. Stay alert."

    As they edged closer, the skeletal warrior let out a chilling wail that reverberated through the noble graveyard, summoning the ground beneath them to tremble. Suddenly, faint blue flames ignited within its empty eye sockets, and the blade it held began to glow with an ominous energy.

    With a sweeping motion, it raised the sword high and brought it crashing down, sending a shockwave of dark energy rushing towards them.

    "Move!" Leon shouted, pushing Luna aside as he dodged the wave. The dark energy struck a nearby tombstone, shattering it instantly.

    Luna quickly recovered, rolling back onto her feet. "He''s no joke. Looks like we''ll have to play smart," she muttered, her eyes fixed on the skeleton.

    Leon circled to the left, attempting to flank the skeletal warrior. "We have to split its focus. I''ll draw its attacks¡ªtry to get behind it and aim for the spine or any weak point you can find."

    With a nod, Luna readied her dagger, keeping her stance low. As Leon darted forward, the skeletal warrior''s gaze locked onto him, its eyes flaring even brighter. It swung its sword in a powerful arc, but Leon sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the blade as it sliced through the air with a menacing hum.

    Taking advantage of the distraction, Luna lunged forward, aiming her dagger at the skeleton''s spine. She struck true, the blade finding its mark between its vertebrae. But instead of breaking, the skeleton''s form wavered, its bones shifting like mist before snapping back into place.

    "Persistent, aren''t you?" Luna muttered under her breath, backing up quickly as the skeleton whirled around, now facing her.

 Chapter 33 Field Boss III

    Leon saw his chance. He charged, striking the skeleton''s exposed side with a swift slash from his sword and a followed up Aether Bolt, sending shards of brittle bone scattering. The creature staggered but didn''t fall; instead, it let out another bone-chilling wail, summoning more dark energy into its sword.

    "We need to break that weapon," Leon shouted, his voice strained from the effort. "It''s amplifying its power!"@@@@

    "Then let''s shatter it together," Luna replied, determination hardening her gaze.

    In sync, they advanced on the skeletal warrior. Leon feinted to the left while Luna went right, their coordinated attacks forcing the creature to defend both flanks. With a final, powerful strike, they brought their weapons down on the skeleton''s sword simultaneously, splintering it in half. The creature let out a shriek, its body beginning to crumble as the dark energy dissipated.

    Finally, with one last rattle, the skeletal warrior disintegrated, leaving nothing but dust and fragments of bone.

    Luna exhaled, lowering her dagger. "That... was intense."

    Leon''s smirk faded instantly as he looked over at the grand tomb, the very one guarded by the Undead Knight moments ago. Now, it was trembling, the heavy stone lid slowly sliding away on its own.

    "Think that was just a mid-boss?" Luna asked, glancing at the tomb with unease as the rumbling intensified.

    Leon sighed, his voice laced with tension. "Oh, I don''t think¡ªI know it was just a mid-boss." He sheathed his sword and reached into his satchel, pulling out a gleaming staff with intricate carvings and a glowing crystal at its tip. "Time to switch things up. My main attacks are magic, after all."

    Luna gave him an approving nod, gripping her dagger a bit tighter. "Good. Because whatever''s in there doesn''t look like it''s here to chat."

    With a deep creak, the tomb''s lid slid completely off, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. As it cleared, a chilling figure slowly rose from within. It was a towering skeletal being clad in ancient, tattered robes, its bony fingers adorned with rings that pulsed with dark energy.

    Its hollow eyes flared with a blue, ghostly light as it scanned the area, locking onto Leon and Luna with an ominous intensity.

    The mage extended one hand, unleashing a wave of darkness that spread across the ground like a creeping fog. Leon sidestepped just in time, feeling the air go cold where the dark mist touched.

    "Luna, flank it!" he commanded, positioning himself to draw the creature''s focus.

    Luna darted left, moving with the silent grace of a shadow, a dagger ready in her hand. She circled around, her eyes never leaving the creature. Leon raised his staff, chanting softly under his breath. Aether energy crackled around him, casting a faint blue glow in the dim light. He thrust his staff forward, releasing a bolt of pure energy that zipped toward the mage.

    The undead mage lifted its staff just in time, absorbing part of the bolt with a barrier of shimmering, dark energy. The force pushed it back a step, but it remained standing, undeterred. It waved its hand, sending a volley of dark, crackling missiles toward Leon in retaliation.

    Leon dodged, barely avoiding the dark projectiles that hit the ground with small explosions, leaving craters in their wake. He gritted his teeth, focusing on his next spell.

    While the mage was fixated on Leon, Luna seized her chance, slipping in close behind it. With practiced precision, she thrust her dagger toward the mage''s spine. The blade struck true, embedding itself between the vertebrae with a sickening crunch. The mage let out a bone-chilling shriek, twisting its head unnaturally to face her.

    Its mouth opened in a silent scream, black energy leaking from the wound as it tried to shake her off.

    "Nice hit!" Leon called, using the distraction to gather more power. He began weaving a more potent spell, blue energy sparking and flaring at the tip of his staff.

    The mage staggered, its body faltering, but it wasn''t done yet. Summoning its remaining strength, it raised both arms and called forth skeletal hands from the ground, which clawed up from the earth to restrain Luna. She slashed through them, her agility and quick reflexes saving her as she danced backward, avoiding their grasp.

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 Chapter 34 Peak of Tier I

    "Final Shot," Leon muttered. He raised his staff high, channeling a final surge of Aether magic. With a roar, he unleashed a powerful Aether Bolt that struck the mage''s chest, causing blue light to explode outward in a shower of sparks. The undead mage''s bones cracked and splintered, and it staggered, almost falling apart.

    Luna saw her opportunity. She sprinted forward, her dagger flashing in the dim light, and drove it into the mage''s skull with a decisive thrust. The creature went rigid, its bones rattling as the dark energy that animated it dissipated into the air. It collapsed in a heap of dust and broken bones, the remnants of its dark magic fading into the silent cemetery.

    Leon let out a breath he hadn''t realized he was holding, lowering his staff. The two exchanged a look, both feeling the weight of their victory.

    As the dust settled, Leon and Luna took a moment to catch their breath, their faces lit by the faint glow of the magic remnants fading from the air. The cemetery was eerily silent, and even the restless undead seemed to have retreated now that their master had been vanquished.

    "That... was intense," Leon murmured, wiping the sweat from his brow. His staff still crackled faintly with residual energy, which he dispelled with a flick of his wrist.

    "Not bad," Luna smirked, sheathing her dagger. "But if you hadn''t drawn its attention, I would''ve had a hard time even getting close. That thing was no ordinary undead."@@@@

    Leon nodded, glancing down at the scattered remains of the mage. It seemed different from the others¡ªalmost intelligent in how it defended itself and retaliated. "That''s what worries me. If something like this was here, it could mean the cemetery has deeper secrets."

    He knelt down and carefully sifted through the mage''s remains. Amid the bones, he found a glimmering amulet, worn and cracked, but still pulsing faintly with dark energy. He held it up, examining the symbols carved into its surface. "Looks like we have a drop. This amulet must''ve held some of its power."

    Luna leaned in, eyes narrowed as she examined the amulet. "Are you sure it''s safe to keep? That thing reeks of dark magic."

    Leon looked it over thoughtfully. "Hmm, it''s called the Amulet of Darkness."

    He held it out toward her. "Its effects are +50 dark magic attack and -50% dark magic mana consumption. Here, you can have it."

    They stepped inside, and Leon''s eyes adjusted to the dim light. The cave was surprisingly spacious, with a natural stone floor and walls that glistened with a faint mineral sheen. Stalactites hung from the ceiling, and the sound of dripping water echoed throughout. A small, shallow pool of water lay near the back, reflecting the faint glow of bioluminescent moss scattered along the walls.

    "This place is perfect," Leon said, impressed. "Safe, hidden... and quiet."

    Luna sat down by the pool, dipping her fingers into the cool water. "I used to come here when I needed to escape. It''s been a while, though." Her voice softened, and she glanced at him. "We''ll be safe here for the night."

    Leon sat down across from her, grateful for the momentary respite. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the quiet dripping of water and the gentle flow of the river outside.

    "By the way, don''t you dare try anything funny," Luna said, eyeing him with a warning look.

    "Relax, I''m not a pervert," Leon laughed, holding up his hands defensively.

    "Better not be, or..." She made a slicing gesture, aimed right at his lower half, causing Leon to roll his eyes.

    "I''m going to absorb the magic sources we found and level up," he said, settling in to focus. Luna nodded.

    "And after that, I''ll go catch us some fish to eat," she replied, standing up and stretching.

    As Luna left, Leon pulled out all the magic sources they''d gathered, arranging them in front of him. With a deep breath, he began to absorb each one, feeling the surge of energy course through him as his mana reserves expanded and his power grew. The familiar warmth of magic filled him, each source strengthening his core and pushing his level steadily higher.

    He could feel the effects immediately ¡ª his control over magic was sharper, his senses keener, and the fatigue from their battles seemed to melt away with each new level.

 Chapter 35 Peak of tier I part 2

    As he absorbed more of the magic sources, a faint glow surrounded Leon, intensifying with each source consumed. He could feel his connection to magic deepening, his spells becoming more potent. The cave around him seemed to amplify the energy, as if resonating with his progress.

    After a while, he opened his eyes, a new clarity in them. His level had advanced significantly, and he felt more powerful than ever. With a smirk, he clenched his fists, marveling at the newfound strength flowing through him.

    Just then, Luna returned, carrying a small pouch filled with freshly caught fish. She raised an eyebrow, noticing the aura of energy still lingering around him.

    "Looks like you''ve leveled up quite a bit," she remarked, impressed.

    Leon grinned, nodding. "It''s amazing how much stronger I feel. These magic sources really make a difference."

    Luna handed him a fish, already cleaned and ready to cook. "Good. We''ll need all the strength we can get if we''re planning to clear out more of those dungeons or fields."

    As they settled by the small fire Luna had set up, they roasted the fish. Leon glanced at her with curiosity. "There are more dungeons nearby?"

    Luna nodded. "Yes, I know of a few others, but I never went in myself. Alone, it''s too dangerous, and there''s no one I could call from the city to help."

    "So, you ignored them until now?" Leon asked, intrigued. "But now that we''re a team, you think we could take them on?"

    "Exactly. With the two of us, it''s worth the risk," she said with a glint of excitement in her eyes.

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "What level are these dungeons?"

    "Ready for the next dungeon?" Luna asked, shouldering her bag.

    "As ready as I''ll ever be," Leon replied, gripping his sword tightly.

    They followed a winding trail as Luna led him through the outskirts of the city, where abandoned buildings and overgrown fields hinted at what had once been a bustling place. Eventually, they reached the outskirts of what used to be the city''s fish farm, now warped and twisted by dark mana into a swampy dungeon teeming with creatures.

    The water lay still, a murky green, dotted with patches of algae and thick reeds. The air was heavy with an earthy, damp smell, and an eerie quiet settled over the area, disturbed only by the occasional splash of something moving just below the surface.

    "This used to be a peaceful place where people would come to fish," Luna explained, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now, it''s known as the Monster Swamp. Whatever dark magic got into the water turned it into a dungeon, and creatures mutated to adapt to this place."

    Leon nodded, scanning the swamp ahead. "Any idea what kind of monsters we''ll be dealing with?"

    "Mostly water beasts¡ªgiant frogs, undead fish, and swamp spirits. Nothing like the skeletons from before, but they''re just as relentless. And whatever dark power twisted this place, it''s left it... volatile. No one''s managed to clear it yet," she said.

    "Sounds perfect," Leon said with a grin, steeling himself as he stepped forward. "Let''s see if we can bring a little peace back to this place."

    Side by side, they ventured into the Monster Swamp, prepared for whatever lay in the dark waters ahead.

    As they continued, the mist began to gather as it began to disrupt there views.

    "I guess we are near the entrance" Leon said seeing this as Luan nodded "yes, we are nearing it"

    Soon, they are near the edge of an swamp which now looked like an swirling dark water, it is the entrance to the Dungeon.

 Chapter 36 Swamp trouble

    The dense mist from the swamp clung to their skin as Leon and Luna cautiously moved deeper into the dungeon. The path was narrow and treacherous, with hidden pits of muck and water threatening to swallow them at every step. The air grew heavier, thick with the smell of decay, and the once tranquil sounds of nature were replaced by unsettling silence, save for the occasional rustle of something unseen shifting in the murk.

    Luna held her dagger at the ready, eyes scanning the shadows, while Leon kept his staff in one hand and his sword in the other, both senses alert. Every movement felt magnified in the oppressive atmosphere, and each step seemed to draw them further into the unknown.

    As they approached a large, still pool of water, Luna stopped abruptly. "Do you hear that?" she whispered, eyes narrowing.

    Leon froze, listening intently. At first, all he could hear was the faint ripple of water and the soft groans of the swamp, but then a low growl reached his ears, followed by a series of splashes.

    From the murky depths, two glowing eyes appeared above the water''s surface, staring directly at them. Before Leon could react, a massive form lunged from the water¡ªa giant, bloated fish, its scales shimmering like dark steel, its jaws lined with rows of sharp, glistening teeth.

    "Watch out!" Leon shouted, raising his sword just in time to parry the first strike, the fish''s enormous teeth snapping mere inches from his face. The force of the impact sent a shock through his arm, and he quickly stepped back, repositioning himself.

    Luna didn''t hesitate. She darted forward, her movements swift and precise, as she lunged at the fish''s exposed flank, slashing with her dagger. The blade sank deep into its thick, slimy skin, but the creature barely reacted. It swung its tail around, sending a shockwave of water crashing into them.

    Both Leon and Luna were knocked back by the force, falling into the mud with a splash. The fish bellowed, its mouth opening wide, revealing even more rows of deadly teeth.

    "Damn it, this thing''s tough!" Luna hissed, scrambling to her feet and wiping the slime from her face. She quickly regrouped, pulling out another weapon¡ªa small throwing knife she kept hidden¡ªand hurled it at the creature. The knife struck its eye, sending it into a frenzy, but still, the monster didn''t relent.

    Every few minutes, a flicker of movement caught their eyes¡ªshadows shifting in the mist, followed by faint splashes as unseen creatures slithered back into the murky pools. The air was filled with a sour, moldy odor, which only grew stronger the deeper they ventured.

    Luna glanced at Leon. "This place feels... wrong. Almost like it''s watching us."

    Leon nodded, his eyes never leaving the path ahead. "It''s enchanted with dark magic, that''s for sure. The whole swamp is probably cursed. We''ll need to stay sharp."

    Suddenly, a series of guttural growls echoed through the mist, accompanied by the sound of shuffling feet and wet splashes. From between the trees emerged a group of twisted, shambling figures¡ªundead creatures covered in layers of mud and moss, their skin a sickly greenish hue. Their eyes glowed faintly, a haunting blue, as they lumbered toward them with jerky, uncoordinated movements.

    "Swamp zombies," Luna muttered, pulling out her dagger. "Looks like they''re guarding something."

    Leon gripped his staff, casting a quick glance around. "We don''t have time to waste here. Let''s clear them out and keep moving."

    Without further warning, the undead lunged forward, their movements slow but relentless. Leon swung his staff in an arc, releasing a burst of energy that struck the nearest zombie, sending it reeling backward. The creature staggered but quickly regained its footing, stumbling forward once more.

    Luna darted in, her dagger flashing as she sliced through the decayed flesh of another zombie. The creature let out a hollow groan and collapsed, but two more stepped forward to take its place. She sidestepped a swipe from one of them, spinning gracefully to drive her blade deep into its side.

    The battle continued, the swamp echoing with the sounds of groans and splashes as the undead fell one by one. Despite their slow movements, their sheer numbers made it difficult to break through. Every time one fell, another would take its place, crawling out from the thick mud.

 Chapter 37 Swamp Trouble II

    "Luna, fall back!" Leon called out as he summoned a spell. The air around him shimmered with energy before condensing into a glowing ball of light. With a wave of his staff, he sent the spell hurtling toward the group of zombies, and it exploded on impact, casting a blinding flash of light across the swamp.

    The zombies staggered, momentarily stunned by the light, and Leon seized the opportunity. "Now!"

    Luna didn''t hesitate. She surged forward, her dagger flashing as she quickly dispatched the weakened zombies, cutting through them with ruthless precision. Within moments, the last of the creatures fell to the ground, lifeless once again.

    Breathing heavily, Luna wiped her brow and looked at Leon. "How much further do you think?"

    He surveyed the area, his gaze falling on an overgrown path winding deeper into the mist. "Not far, I think. I can sense something strong just up ahead... possibly the dungeon''s core."

    As they ventured further along the path, the swamp seemed to grow denser, the air thickening with an almost tangible weight. Strange, eerie lights flickered in the fog, casting ghostly reflections on the water. It wasn''t long before they reached a large clearing where the trees parted, revealing a wide, stagnant pool.

    In the center of the pool lay an enormous, half-submerged structure¡ªan ancient stone altar, covered in strange, pulsating moss. Dark symbols were etched into the stones, glowing faintly in the mist. And there, looming over the altar, stood a massive, shadowy figure. It was humanoid but grotesque, its skin a blend of decayed flesh and murky slime, with piercing, red eyes that glowed with malice.

    Leon took a deep breath, steeling himself. "This... must be the dungeon''s core guardian. If we defeat it, the dungeon should collapse, and the curse on this swamp might finally lift."

    Luna nodded, her expression determined. "Then let''s finish this."

    Leon took advantage of the distraction, gathering another surge of energy in his staff. He muttered a spell under his breath, and a blinding beam of light shot from the tip of his staff, striking the guardian directly in the face. The creature reeled back, momentarily blinded and disoriented.

    The vines shattered as the guardian broke free, but it was weakened, its movements slower and more sluggish. Leon could see the damage starting to take its toll; the creature''s once-powerful roars were now rasping breaths, and it staggered with each step.

    Seizing the moment, Luna leapt back, distancing herself from the flailing guardian. "It''s close, Leon! We just need one final blow!"

    Leon nodded, gripping his staff tightly as he gathered every ounce of magical energy he had left. The staff glowed brightly, nearly blinding, as he raised it high above his head. With a shout, he brought it down, sending a massive wave of light and force crashing into the guardian. The energy enveloped the creature, consuming it in a blazing inferno.

    The guardian let out one last, guttural roar as it disintegrated, its form dissolving into shadows and ash that scattered into the mist. The swamp fell eerily silent, and the remaining minions collapsed, lifeless, into the water.

    Leon and Luna stood there, panting and covered in mud, as the dark energy around them dissipated. Slowly, the fog lifted, and the swamp seemed to regain a faint glimmer of natural light.

    Luna wiped her brow, glancing over at Leon with a weary smile. "That... was exhausting."

    Leon managed a tired grin. "But we did it. The swamp should return to normal now."

    Together, they made their way out of the swamp, their steps lighter with the knowledge of their victory. As they emerged from the dungeon, the first rays of dawn were breaking over the horizon, casting warm light across the land, washing away the last traces of the swamp''s darkness.

 Chapter 38 Peak of Tier I 3

    Leon and Luna emerged from the murky depths of the swamp dungeon, both visibly worn but triumphant. As they inspected the spoils, Leon studied the items carefully before handing them to Luna.

    "Here," he said, passing over the Swamp Wraith Cloak, Grimoire of Forbidden Rites, and the Bogling Familiar Summoning Stone. "These suit you better; they''ll enhance your stealth and magic skills."

    Luna looked at him, surprised. "You''re just giving these to me?"

    Leon shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Consider it an investment in keeping us both alive. Besides," he added, holding up his own rewards, "No, choose any you want."

    Luna nodded as she soon selected he items as Leon got charity rebate from her.

    He held up the Swamp Lord Summoning Stone and the Wraith Lord Cloak, each pulsing faintly with dark energy. ''These should give us an edge when dealing with any more of those dark-aligned creatures.'' he thought looking at his inventory.

    With their new gear and loot packed away, they exchanged a nod, a silent acknowledgment of their strengthened partnership. They were ready to press forward, each now carrying an arsenal to face even more formidable foes ahead.

    As the two of them stood at the edge of the swamp, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and lingering magic, they began their journey back toward the nearby town. The sun had begun to set, casting a deep orange glow over the landscape, and the atmosphere felt eerie in the fading light. They needed to rest and plan their next move.

    Leon nodded. "I know. But we''ve come this far. We can''t stop now."

    With that, they both settled into their bedrolls, the fire crackling softly between them. The night was long, filled with the sounds of distant creatures stirring in the dark. Yet, despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, they both knew one thing for sure: whatever came next, they would face it together.

    **

    Dawn broke with a soft glow, casting golden light over the town''s edge. Leon and Luna stirred from their rest, refreshed but alert as they packed up their belongings. The Swamp Wraith Cloak and Wraith Lord Cloak felt like extensions of themselves now, the faint power within them radiating a sense of readiness. Luna held her Bogling Familiar Summoning Stone, an eager glint in her eye¡ªtoday, they''d try out their new abilities and see just how well these enchanted items could serve them.

    As they ventured northward, the landscape began to change subtly. The air grew thicker, tinged with the scent of boggy marshes, and the path narrowed, lined by twisting trees that loomed like silent guardians. The swamp stretched out before them, murky and foreboding, but with each step, they felt more prepared.

    Leon paused, pulling the Grimoire of Forbidden Rites from his satchel. The cover was ancient, rough with runes that seemed to shimmer faintly. "I need to learn what I can from this before we dive in," he murmured, flipping through the pages, each one inked with spells of forbidden power. He was cautious¡ªjust enough to glean an edge in dark magic without risking too much.

    Meanwhile, Luna ran her fingers over the Bogling Summoning Stone before holding it aloft, murmuring the summoning incantation. The stone glowed, pulsing, and a small creature materialized¡ªa Bogling, with dark, wet skin, gleaming yellow eyes, and a curious expression. It peered up at her, chirping softly.

    "Looks like we have a scout now," she said, grinning as she knelt down. "Go on, little one. Scout ahead and let us know if anything''s hiding in the shadows."

    The Bogling bounded forward, agile and quiet, disappearing into the dense foliage. Leon and Luna continued, moving carefully as they followed the Bogling''s path. As they reached a clearing, Leon felt the energy shift, a telltale sign of an entry point to a dungeon.@@@@

 Chapter 39 Peak of Tier I part 4

    "This is it," he whispered, gesturing to an opening in the swampy earth, partially concealed by vines and foliage. The air around the entrance was thick with an ancient, dark aura.

    "Ready?" Luna asked, her grip on her dagger tight. The faint pulse of dark magic radiating from the Amulet of Dark around her neck gave her a confident edge.

    Leon nodded. "Let''s see what this dungeon has to offer."

    They descended into the dungeon, torches lighting their way as they moved cautiously through the narrow passage. The deeper they went, the louder the sounds grew¡ªa faint, otherworldly hum, like a heartbeat, resonating through the walls. Soon, they entered a vast chamber, its ceiling lost in shadow, where creatures waited: swamp wraiths, lizard-like beasts with piercing red eyes, and twisted undead guardians, all lurking in the shadows.

    The first wave surged toward them, and Leon reacted swiftly, drawing on the Wraith Lord Cloak''s power to send a pulse of darkness that staggered the creatures. With his other hand, he summoned a spell he had learned from the grimoire¡ªa dark vortex that pulled in several smaller wraiths, tearing them apart in its dark energy.

    Luna darted forward, her movements silent and quick, using the Swamp Wraith Cloak to slip through the shadows, undetected by the undead until she struck. Her dagger found its mark with deadly precision, taking down creature after creature as she dodged and weaved through the fray. The Amulet of Dark amplified her strikes, each blow carrying an edge of shadow magic that sapped the creatures'' strength.

    The Bogling Familiar, loyal and agile, kept pace, darting between Leon and Luna to distract enemies, tripping them up or drawing their attention at critical moments. Its small frame and quick reflexes proved invaluable, and it squealed with delight each time they gained the upper hand.

    As they cleared the last of the immediate threats, Leon and Luna caught their breath, exchanging a determined glance. The main chamber loomed before them, its door guarded by two towering wraiths wielding ancient spears, their hollow eyes glowing with a malicious light.

    Leon took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the Wraith Lord Cloak settle over him like a second skin. Its dark energy pulsed in sync with his own magic, fueling his resolve. He glanced at Luna, who gave a quick nod, her Swamp Wraith Cloak blending her into the shadows.@@@@

    The two towering wraith guardians didn''t move, their skeletal forms rigid as stone. Only the eerie glow in their hollow eyes betrayed their awareness.

    Leon raised his hand, conjuring a swirling dark vortex from the Grimoire of Forbidden Rites. The magic spiraled into a concentrated mass of shadow energy, humming with power as he flung it toward the first guardian. The impact staggered the wraith, and an inky smoke began to seep from its frame, but it remained standing.

    "Let''s see how tough they really are," Leon muttered.

    Luna studied his expression, still hesitant. "Fine, but don''t think I''ll forget this," she said with a smirk of her own. "Let''s go deeper into the dungeon. I have a feeling there''s more loot here than we know."

    As she slid the ring onto her finger, a powerful, cold energy pulsed through her, making her shiver slightly. She didn''t realize that Leon had gotten something even better thanks to his Charity system.

    A system notification appeared in her vision as the ring settled onto her hand:

    [Shadow Lord Cursed Soul Ring]

    Rating: Epic (Peak)

    Dark Magic Boost: Increases dark magic attack power by 50%.

    Shadow Veil: Grants partial invisibility, reducing detection by enemies for 30 seconds. Cooldown: 2 minutes.

    Soul Bind: Links to the target, draining health and transferring it to the wearer (10% of target''s HP over time). Cooldown: 5 minutes.

    Phantom Step: Allows teleportation up to 10 meters. Cooldown: 30 seconds.

    Curse Amplification: Increases the effectiveness of curses and debuffs cast by 15%.

    Mana Efficiency: Reduces mana consumption for dark magic spells by 50%.

    Worn by those bound to the shadows, this ring grants unique powers to manipulate darkness and curses, while reducing energy costs. ]

 Chapter 40 Peak of I final

    As they ventured deeper into the dungeon, the air grew thicker and damp, laced with a bitter stench of decay. Twisted roots snaked across the walls, and the stone pathways were slippery with moss, making each step treacherous. Both Leon and Luna moved cautiously, their eyes scanning for movement in the shadows. The faint drip of water echoed in the silence, adding to the tension hanging between them.

    Leon could feel the anticipation building within him; they had already uncovered incredible loot, and there was no telling what awaited them in the dungeon''s depths. The ring he had given Luna was powerful¡ªalmost too powerful¡ªand he had felt a strange energy emanating from it the moment she put it on. It was almost as if the artifact recognized her, binding itself to her with an unsettling ease. But he kept his concerns to himself. After all, he had his own reasons for pushing forward.

    "Hey, Leon," Luna whispered as they reached a bend in the corridor. "I think I hear something up ahead."

    Leon held a finger to his lips, signaling for silence, and peered around the corner. In the dim light, he could just make out the shape of several shadowy figures. They moved with an unnatural grace, their outlines wavering as though they were not entirely solid.

    "Wraiths," Leon muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. "It looks like they''re guarding something."

    Luna gripped her weapon tightly, the new ring on her finger feeling almost warm, as if it were eager for battle. "Do we go for them, or is there another way around?"

    Leon considered their options for a moment. "We take them head-on. Wraiths are tricky, but they''re vulnerable to holy energy. Use that amulet I gave you to enhance your attacks."

    Luna nodded, pulling out the amulet from her pouch. The faint glow of holy light radiated from it, casting a soft golden aura that made the shadows retreat slightly. She could feel the energy pulse through her, amplifying her power and steadying her nerves. With a silent nod from Leon, they both sprang into action.

    Luna dashed forward, her blade flashing in the dim light as she struck the first wraith. The creature shrieked, recoiling as the holy energy seared through its ethereal form. Another wraith lunged at her, but Leon intercepted it with a swift slash, his own weapon infused with energy as it cleaved through the creature.

    The battle was intense, each wraith a whirl of darkness and ghostly howls as it attacked with claws of shadow. Luna moved with a newfound agility, the ring enhancing her reflexes as she danced around her foes, striking with precision. Leon held his ground, his strikes methodical and controlled, each swing of his sword calculated to maximize damage.

    As the last wraith dissolved into wisps of shadow, they both took a moment to catch their breath. Luna wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, her gaze shifting to a large, ornate door at the end of the corridor. Intricate carvings of ancient symbols adorned its surface, and the faint glow of purple light seeped through the cracks around the frame.

    "Looks like we found the boss room," Leon said, his tone one of grim satisfaction.

    Luna''s eyes sparkled with excitement. "Finally! Let''s finish this and claim whatever treasures it''s guarding."

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "Remember, this isn''t just about loot. Dungeon bosses are dangerous, and we don''t know what kind of creature we''re dealing with. Stay focused."

    "Don''t worry about me." Luna smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. "Just don''t get in my way."@@@@

    Together, they pushed open the heavy doors, which creaked ominously as they swung open. The room beyond was vast and cavernous, with walls lined in twisted vines and dark crystal formations jutting out of the ground. At the center of the room stood a massive throne, carved from obsidian and inlaid with runes that pulsed with a dark, foreboding energy.

    Sitting upon the throne was a figure draped in tattered robes, its skeletal hands gripping the armrests tightly. Its eyes glowed with a malevolent red light, and as it noticed the intruders, a sinister grin spread across its hollow face.

    "Welcome, foolish mortals," it rasped, its voice echoing through the chamber like the sound of bones scraping together. "You have come far, but your journey ends here. I am Mortius, Lord of Shadows. And I shall consume your souls!"

    "No! What is this?!" he roared, his voice laced with desperation.

    Leon smirked. "Your end."

    With Mortius temporarily bound, Luna took her chance, unleashing a powerful attack that pierced through his chest. Mortius shrieked, his form disintegrating as the light from Luna''s weapon dispelled the darkness within him.

    As the last remnants of Mortius faded, the room fell silent. A soft glow appeared where he had once stood, revealing a pile of treasures that sparkled in the dim light.

    They exchanged a glance, a shared sense of victory and relief washing over them.

    "We did it," Luna whispered, a weary smile on her face.

    Leon nodded, breathing heavily. "Yeah... we did." He reached down, picking up one of the treasures¡ªa glowing gemstone with a faint pulsing light within it.

    The system notifications began to appear, listing their rewards:

    [Epic Item: Darklight Gemstone]

    [Artifact: Mortius''s Cloak of Shadows]

    [Legendary Consumable: Elixir of Eternal Night]

    Seeing yet another set of artifacts, Leon couldn''t help but shake his head. In his original world, the chance of finding items like these was incredibly low, as most dungeons there had been raided countless times, unlike here, where they were left untouched for ages. "I hope I can take some of the loot from here with me," he thought, knowing that not everything from trial worlds could be taken back to the real one.

    [Rest assured, Leon, all the items provided by the system can be retained by the Host in any world,] Cherry''s voice chimed softly in his mind, making him smile as he mentally thanked her.

    As they gathered their loot, both Leon and Luna felt a renewed sense of purpose. The dungeon had tested them, pushing them to their limits, but they had emerged victorious.

    "Ready to head back?" Leon asked, glancing at her.

    Luna nodded, slipping the new cloak over her shoulders. "Let''s go. I think we''ve earned a long rest."

    Together, they made their way back through the dungeon, the weight of their victory and newfound power filling them with excitement for the challenges that lay ahead.

    ''With this loot, I will now be peak of Tier I'' Leon thought as she came out of Dungeon and began to get ready to absorb the sources.

 Chapter 41 Against Rex

    While Leon and Luna were busy raising their strength in the dungeons, back in the city, someone else was facing a troubling setback.

    "Where is it?" Rex growled as he stomped through the dim, foul-smelling sewers. His voice echoed off the walls, filled with frustration. "Didn''t you say there was a new dungeon here? One that would surely grant us great items?" He glared back at one of his men, who was nervously shifting his weight, avoiding eye contact.@@@@

    "Uh... I-I thought it was... here," the man stammered, backing up a step as he felt the weight of Rex''s gaze.

    "Thought?" Rex''s voice grew colder as he took a step closer, towering over the man. With one swift kick, he sent him stumbling backward, crashing into the damp stone wall. The man whimpered, pressing his back to the wall, too terrified to make another sound.

    "I told you¡ªif you''re going to bring me this sort of information, make sure you''ve actually seen it first," Rex hissed.

    But suddenly, something caught his eye¡ªa faint mark on the wall, almost hidden in the shadows. He moved closer, narrowing his eyes as he inspected it. The wall showed signs of a recent scuffle, with deep scratches and small chunks missing from the stone. "Someone was here..." he muttered, his frustration giving way to cold calculation as he traced the markings with his fingers.

    He glanced back at his men, his gaze sharp. "Whoever raided this dungeon is already long gone," he said, piecing together the clues. "But the tracks suggest they came from the city and left on foot. That means they''re still near."

    He straightened up, his eyes glinting with intent. "Let''s go. We''ve got prey to hunt." A dark glow began to pulse from his sword, a sinister energy crackling along its edge.

    Like Luna, Rex was also a variation of the Assassin class, known as a Dark Ranger. And now, this Dark Ranger had caught the scent of his quarry.

    One of his men stepped forward hesitantly. "You really think we can track them, boss?" he asked, glancing at the tracks with uncertainty.

    Rex''s grin widened, cold and predatory. "Oh, I don''t think. I know. They left just enough of a trail for us to follow. Stay close, keep your eyes sharp, and let''s move. This will be quick work."

    After a moment, his eyes lighting up with an idea. " And Not just track them. Whoever got here before us is carrying items of real value." He clenched his fists, excitement mingling with his anger. "We''re going to hunt them down and take what''s ours."

    The men exchanged uneasy glances, but they nodded in agreement. Rex''s fierce reputation wasn''t just for show; they knew better than to question him when he had a plan.

    "Spread out. Look for any sign of their tracks leading out of here," Rex ordered, his voice calm but filled with steely resolve. His men moved without a word, scanning the sewer passages carefully, their eyes darting over every inch of the damp, darkened corridors.

    Rex leaned against the wall, his mind racing. Whoever beat him to the dungeon was skilled enough to clear it fast¡ªbut if they thought they could escape unnoticed, they were wrong.

    As Rex''s men fanned out, scouring the area for any signs of a trail, he took a deep breath to steady his thoughts. He had never been bested when it came to hunting down his targets; whoever had dared to take from him had a hard lesson coming.

    One of his scouts returned, pointing down a narrow, winding path deeper into the sewers. "Boss, there are fresh footprints leading out this way. They''re light, quick... and recent."

    He grinned, his pulse quickening with the prospect of another fight. "Well, if they want a fight, they''re going to get one."

    Luna smirked, sliding her daggers into her hands. "Good. I was starting to get bored."

    After raiding so many dungeons, both Leon and Luna had grown significantly in strength. Luna had advanced to mid Tier III from her previous Tier II level, and Leon had reached Tier II himself. With their newfound power, they no longer feared Vice City Lord Rex. They felt ready to take back the city that was rightfully theirs.

    However, they continued their dungeon dives, collecting valuable resources and honing their skills. They knew that taking down Rex was just the beginning; a much larger threat was tied to him, one they would have to face soon.

    There is the Monster tide too, that is just five month away.

    They rose from their resting positions, eyes locked on the darkened forest around them. Leon extended his arm, channeling his magical energy, creating a faint, protective aura around them both. Luna crouched low, her senses sharp, waiting for the slightest sign of movement.

    From behind a thick tree, Rex and his men watched, waiting for the right moment to strike. Rex''s eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Now!" he barked, signaling his men to rush forward.

    The night exploded into action as Rex''s group charged into the clearing, weapons drawn and aimed directly at Leon and Luna.

    But Leon and Luna were ready.

    Leon extended his arm, sending a pulse of dark energy toward the oncoming attackers. The blast knocked back two of Rex''s men instantly, sending them sprawling to the ground. Luna, quick on her feet, lunged forward, dodging between trees and shadows to flank the attackers.

    Rex sneered, his sword gleaming in the moonlight as he closed in on Leon. "Think you''re tough, kid? We''ll see how long you last."

    Leon met his gaze, his expression calm. "I don''t just think it¡ªI know it."

    "Leon, he is Tier III" Luna reminded him as he looked at him and nodded "indeed you are"

    "What, got cold feet, kid?" Rex asked, looking at Leon with a smirk.

    Leon nodded, his expression steely, as if stating the fact.

    Rex fell silent, momentarily speechless by Leon''s calm response. The atmosphere shifted as Luna moved into position, preparing to take on Rex herself, while Leon dealt with the other mobs around them.

    Luna''s legs were poised, ready to strike, while Leon took swift action against the oncoming enemies, his focus unwavering. Rex stood there, his confidence shaken for the first time, as he realized that Leon and Luna were not to be underestimated.

 Chapter 42 Against Rex II

    Luna didn''t waste any time. With lightning-fast reflexes, she lunged at Rex, her daggers flashing as they struck out toward him. Rex barely managed to block the assault, the clash of their weapons ringing out. His smirk quickly faded, replaced by a grim realization as he realized she was stronger than he had anticipated.

    Leon, meanwhile, moved with precision and efficiency, taking down Rex''s lackeys one by one. His strikes were swift, and each movement was calculated. With his newfound Tier II strength, he dispatched the mobs effortlessly, clearing a path through the chaos. For the first time, he felt the true extent of his power, the magic sources he''d absorbed fueling him with renewed vigor.

    He even didn''t used his Summons even, just dispatching them with his magic and swordsmanship.@@@@

    Rex, distracted by his struggling forces, turned his full attention back to Luna. He grunted, blocking her assault as he tried to strike back, but her agility kept him on the defensive. "You think you can stand against me, little girl?" he taunted, his voice laced with frustration.

    Luna laughed, a fierce grin on her face. "I don''t think; I know." Her movements became faster, her strikes sharper, forcing him to take several steps back. Her experience and newly leveled strength made her a dangerous opponent, one Rex was starting to regret underestimating.

    Seeing the tide of the battle turn, Leon called out to Luna, "Don''t give him an inch! We''ve got him pinned down!" His own battle against the remaining thugs was nearly over, his path almost clear.

    Rex, now realizing his forces were dwindling, gritted his teeth. "You think this is the end? You have no idea who you''re messing with!" He charged at Luna with renewed aggression, throwing all his strength into each strike.

    Luna met him head-on, her blade catching the light as she deflected his attacks. She maneuvered around him with a grace that belied her fierce determination. Finally, she saw an opening. With a swift movement, she disarmed him, her dagger cutting into his arm, forcing him to drop his weapon. Rex stumbled back, clutching his bleeding arm, eyes wide in disbelief.

    Leon approached, his expression calm but resolute. "Looks like your reign is over, Rex. The city doesn''t belong to you anymore."

    Rex, panting and weakened, looked around at the remains of his defeated forces and the determined expressions of Leon and Luna. "This isn''t over," he spat, trying to maintain his bravado, but his voice trembled.

    Luna stepped forward, her gaze cold. "Oh, I think it is. You''re going to die here."

    With no other option, Rex staggered back, his pride shattered. "You''re making a big mistake. You''ll regret this," he hissed, before turning and retreating into the shadows, his once-powerful presence reduced to a figure slinking away in defeat.

    As Rex disappeared, Leon and Luna exchanged a glance. "Didn''t know he still had that trick left," Leon said, eyeing the shadows from which Rex had retreated.

    "I should''ve killed him faster," Luna frowned as she looked ahead as well.

    [Hellfire Chain]

    A brutal offensive skill, Hellfire Chain allowed him to summon chains engulfed in dark flames to bind or sear enemies. The chains inflicted both physical and magical damage, making it a versatile tool against many foes.

    [Blood Pact]

    A necromancy-derived skill that allows the host to drain blood from defeated foes and create blood golems based on the form of the target whose blood was taken.

    The golem also shares damage dealt to the host, effectively acting as an additional health buffer.

    Leon nodded, anticipation stirring within him. "Cherry, show me the paths unlocked."

    Cherry''s voice chimed in his mind, steady and efficient.

    [ Aside from the original paths, new paths have also been unlocked ]

    [ Displaying them... ]

    [ Abyssal Sorcerer: ] Master of dark, forbidden magic and illusions. Gains access to advanced shadow manipulation, curses, and powerful dark elemental spells.

    [ Arcane Conduit: ] A being who channels raw magical energy, enhancing spell potency and reducing casting time. The Arcane Conduit path provides bonus mana regeneration and energy siphoning abilities.

    [ Soulbinder: ] Manipulates souls for powerful enchantments, summoning, and life-stealing abilities. Grants skills in soul manipulation, spiritual tethering, and conjuring spirit guardians.

    [ Dimensional Weaver: ] A mage who bends space and time to their will, with access to teleportation, dimensional pockets, and spatial rifts. Grants unique abilities for battlefield control and enhanced evasion.

    [ Elemental Sage: ] An advanced path for elemental mastery. The Elemental Sage commands all elemental forces, gaining enhanced damage, immunity, and unique dual-element spells.

    [ Primordial Shape-Shifter: ] Mastery over primal forces of nature, granting abilities to transform and adapt various aspects of their body to elemental or creature forms.

 Chapter 43 Next Path

    Leon studied the options displayed in front of him, each tempting in its own right. But one path called to him above the rest¡ªDimensional Weaver.

    The idea of bending space and time held a unique appeal, and he knew that its potential for mobility and battlefield control would make him nearly unstoppable. Without hesitation, he selected Dimensional Weaver.

    [ Dimensional Weaver Path Chosen ]

    [ New Skills Unlocked ]

    Spatial Fold: Bend space to quickly move short distances or phase through physical obstacles. An advanced movement skill that allows instant repositioning, making it difficult for enemies to track movements.

    Dimensional Rift: Open temporary rifts that can be used for quick escapes or to unleash a wave of chaotic energy. Rifts also serve as small-scale portals, enabling advanced combat tactics.

    Gravity Flux: Manipulate gravity in a targeted area, slowing down enemies or trapping them momentarily by making the ground heavy beneath them.

    Astral Reach: Summon tendrils from the astral plane to ensnare or disarm enemies. These ethereal tendrils have a vast range and can be used to strike or pull distant objects or targets.

    Pocket Dimension: Create a personal, temporary space that Leon can enter and exit at will, providing a sanctuary for rest or an area to store items safely away from others'' reach.

    Current Space : 1 km]

    Each new skill opened up possibilities Leon had never dreamed of. The power to manipulate space, slow enemies, and create personal sanctuaries¡ªall of it was now at his fingertips. His excitement was tempered only by the knowledge that he''d need to use these skills wisely in the coming battles.

    By nightfall, Leon and Luna were ready. They''d scouted the city''s outskirts and identified several locations where Rex''s men had been seen. Moving under the cover of darkness, they positioned themselves near one of these locations, a ramshackle fort where Rex''s lackeys had taken refuge.

    "Ready?" Luna whispered, her voice barely audible in the still night.

    Leon nodded. "More than ready. I''ll create a rift near the entrance to take out their front guards silently, then we can move in."

    With a flick of his wrist, he cast Dimensional Rift, opening a portal just behind the guards at the fort''s entrance. A tendril of chaotic energy lashed out from the rift, instantly neutralizing the guards in a silent, deadly embrace. Luna moved forward, her steps swift and silent as she eliminated the few remaining sentries. Together, they slipped into the fort, using the element of surprise to their advantage.

    Inside, Leon used Spatial Fold to navigate the shadows, striking from unexpected angles and creating confusion among Rex''s men. Those who managed to see him only caught glimpses before he vanished, reappearing in an entirely different location. Luna took advantage of the distraction, dispatching enemies with lethal precision.

    As they made their way deeper into the fort, the two of them found themselves face-to-face with Rex''s lieutenant, a burly warrior named Garret. He blocked their path with a menacing grin, brandishing a massive war axe.

    "So, the rats finally crawled out of their holes," Garret sneered. "Rex figured you two would come slinking back."

    Leon smirked, summoning Astral Reach to hold Garret in place with ethereal tendrils. The man struggled, his muscles bulging as he attempted to break free. But the tendrils held firm, binding him long enough for Luna to deliver a swift, decisive blow. And she did by letting his head fly leaving a trail of blood.

    With Garret out of the way, they pressed forward, finally reaching the fort''s central chamber. There, they found Rex, Simply tending to his injuries. But as Leon and Luna stepped into the room, his confidence faltered, his eyes narrowing at the sight of them.

 Chapter 44 Taking over the City

    Leon''s voice cut through the tense silence, steady and cold. "Thought you could get away with everything, didn''t you? All the lives you''ve ruined, all the power you''ve hoarded. It ends here."

    Rex''s sneer faltered for a moment before he forced confidence back into his tone. "You think this changes anything? I have more power, more resources than you can even fathom! You''re just an upstart!"

    Unmoved by the empty bravado, Leon raised a hand, his fingers curling as he activated Gravity Flux beneath Rex. The ground around him shimmered faintly before solidifying into a dense field of crushing pressure. Rex staggered, his legs trembling under the weight, unable to move more than a few inches in any direction.

    "You''re not as untouchable as you think," Leon said, his voice low and menacing.

    As Rex gritted his teeth, attempting to summon some last shred of power, Luna advanced with predatory precision. "You''ve had this coming for a long time, Rex," she said, her blades gleaming. "Time to pay for your sins."

    Rex unleashed a desperate surge of energy, casting a shadowy wave of mana toward Luna. But before it could reach her, a portal shimmered into existence, swallowing the attack. The energy emerged from another portal just beside Rex, striking him instead. His cry of pain echoed through the chamber.

    Leon smirked. "Dimensional Rift," he said casually, as if explaining the move to an audience. "You won''t be pulling off any of your usual tricks here."

    The battlefield shifted into chaos as Leon layered his spatial abilities. Portals appeared and disappeared with dizzying speed, warping Rex''s attacks back toward him. Chaotic energy lashed out, battering him from all sides, as Leon''s mastery over space completely dismantled the once-dominant vice lord''s defenses.

    Rex''s terror became palpable. His earlier arrogance evaporated as he stumbled, his movements sluggish from the unrelenting weight of the Gravity Flux. "You think this is over? You can''t stop me! You don''t know what I¡ª"

    Leon cut him off with a sharp gesture, the space around Rex distorting violently. "Stop talking," he commanded, his voice colder than ever.

    Luna, meanwhile, circled like a predator closing in on its prey. Her strikes were precise and devastating, forcing Rex to expend every bit of energy he had left just to deflect them. Each blow chipped away at his confidence and stamina until he was barely holding on.

    In a last-ditch effort, Rex tried to create a shadow clone to escape, but Leon was faster. He snapped his fingers, and the clone was pulled into a portal, vanishing into a void of nothingness. Every exit Rex tried was sealed before he could even reach it.

    Finally, Rex collapsed to his knees, bloodied and broken. His once-imposing figure now looked small and pitiful under the relentless weight of defeat. He looked up at Leon and Luna, his eyes filled with desperation. "Please... we can make a deal. I''ll give you anything! Money, power, land¡ªjust let me live!"

    Leon exchanged a glance with Luna, who didn''t waver for a moment. Her expression was resolute, her eyes burning with justice¡ªand vengeance. "Deals?" she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "You think you can buy your way out of this? After everything you''ve done?"

    Leon stepped back, folding his arms. "He''s all yours, Luna."

    "There are still untapped dungeons and hidden relics scattered across the land. Every artifact we find brings us closer to... well, whatever endgame is waiting for us," Leon said, glancing at his system notifications again. The recent battle had unlocked even more possibilities within his Dimensional Weaver path.

    Cherry chimed in, her voice calm and informative. [ Several locations nearby possess high levels of untapped energy, indicating advanced dungeons or strongholds. If Host wishes to continue leveling and gathering resources, those would be ideal targets. ]

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "How far off are they?"

    [ Not far, ] Cherry replied. [ Three of them are within a few days'' journey by foot, though one is rumored to be abandoned. The rumors, however, are unverified, and the system indicates significant potential within. ]

    "Thanks to my new skills I can now sense the distortions caused by Dungeons" Leon said

    Leon looked over at Luna. "One of those dungeons could have what we need. Plus, the more powerful artifacts we find, the better our odds in any future conflicts."

    Luna nodded, understanding the importance of consolidating their victory and preparing the city for a new era. Rex had been a menace, exploiting his power and crushing the city''s spirit. But in the Azure Kingdom, a place steeped in strict traditions and archaic customs, merely defeating Rex wouldn''t be enough. They needed a leader who could officially take the reins, and unfortunately, the kingdom''s traditions meant that Luna, a woman, wouldn''t be accepted as the new City Lord.

    With a slight sigh, Luna turned to Leon. "We need to announce Rex''s death¡ªand that you''ll be taking his place. The city needs stability, and they''ll accept it more easily if it comes from you."

    Leon paused, glancing at Luna with a mix of surprise and reluctance. "Me?" He had always preferred to remain in the background, tackling threats head-on rather than dealing with the politics and power plays that came with ruling.

    "It''s the only way," Luna said, her tone gentle but resolute. "The city needs a figurehead, and according to the traditions of the Azure Kingdom, a male leader is required. Besides," she added with a faint smile, "you''ve already proven you have what it takes."

    Leon could see the determination in her eyes and knew she was right. Even though the prospect of leadership didn''t thrill him, he recognized the role he''d have to play. It was a necessary step if they wanted to keep Blue Wind City secure and bring real change to a place oppressed for too long.

    "Fine," he agreed, his gaze firm as he looked out over the city. "If this is what it takes, I''ll do it. But only on the condition that you''re by my side in every decision. We''ll rule together, whether the kingdom approves or not."

    Luna gave him a grateful nod. "Deal. Let''s make sure this city thrives again."

    Leon nodded while inwardly he thought ''well, the quest trigger condition was easily met''

    The announcement was made the next morning, news spreading quickly through the streets. Posters were put up declaring Rex''s fall and the arrival of a new City Lord, Leon. Word spread even faster by the eager whispers of townsfolk, relieved that the tyrant was no more and intrigued by the sudden change in leadership. To the people, Leon was a bit of an enigma. Some knew him as Luna''s ally, the fierce warrior who had fought alongside her to defeat Rex, while others saw him as the unknown outsider who''d bravely stepped up to save the city.

 Chapter 45 Taking over the City II

    For many, the biggest surprise came with the revelation that Leon was connected to the old City Lord''s lineage¡ªalbeit through his relationship with the former City Lord''s daughter, Luna. This connection granted him legitimacy in the eyes of the kingdom, establishing him as a suitable choice under Azure''s tradition-bound rules.

    With the announcement, Luna could sense a renewed energy in the air. The people had hope again, a sense of optimism she hadn''t seen in years. Overnight, the entire city had transformed from a place of fear to one buzzing with anticipation.

    Meanwhile, Leon spent the night focusing on his system notifications, diving deeper into the abilities and options his recent growth had unlocked. He had advanced to Tier II, a significant leap forward in his power, and with it, new paths and skills had become available. However, one feature intrigued him the most: the next pact.

    "Cherry, my Origin Conjurer ability is affected by my will, right?" Leon asked as he stood in a spacious room, his tone thoughtful.

    [Yes, Leon,] Cherry replied promptly.

    "Then how was I able to summon such a dangerous being the first time I used it?" he asked mentally, recalling the immense power of the being he had summoned.

    [Host, at that time, your wish for a powerful pact was intense. Aether Magic is one of the most powerful magic types out there, so the ability summoned the nearest Aether Magic wielder.] Cherry''s explanation made Leon nod thoughtfully.

    "Hmm, that makes sense. But what should I choose next?" he wondered aloud.

    [Due to Host''s special mage class, the Paradoxical Mage, you are capable of learning any kind of magic. Cherry suggests choosing a pact that grants additional capabilities, such as physical strength or versatility, to complement your current abilities.]

    "You''re right," Leon agreed. "But what specifically should I go for?"

    [Cherry believes Host is already powerful enough for the current stage. It might be wise to explore more dungeons and then decide on a pact that aligns with Host''s future needs. Alternatively, Host could save this pact opportunity and aim for an even stronger one later.]

    Leon nodded in agreement. "You''re right. Summoning another being and forming a pact without a specific goal would be a waste. My current skill set is sufficient for now."

    He paused before asking another question. "By the way, why haven''t any new Aether Magic abilities unlocked?"

    [Dark Pact Level 1 only allows access to three few perks sharing. Host needs to upgrade the skill level to unlock more Aether Magic or other perks from the pact.]

    "Show me my skill points," Leon said, switching focus as the Challenger System interface appeared.

    {Challenger currently has: 103 skill points.}

    Leon nodded, understanding the numbers. Each level up granted him 10 free stat points and 1 skill point per level. Since he was now Level 103, he had accumulated 103 skill points to allocate.

    "Show Status" Leon said as his Challenger status sprang up.

    [ Ascender Name: Fang ]

    Class: Paradox Mage (???)

    Title: Unique Class, Unique Ability

    Legacy: None

    LVL: 0

    Rank: Tier II (Temporary)

    Level: 103

    STATS

    AGI: 650

    VIT: 800

    INT: 1050

    STA: 780

    STR: 610

    HP: 8000/8000

    MP: 10,500

    Unassigned Stat Points: 0

    Skill Points : 103

    Hidden Stats

    Luck: ???

    Charm: ???

    Reputation: ???

    Abilities

    Origin Conjurer (??)

    Permanent Gains:

    Unlocks 1¨C3 exclusive spells from the Eternal Night King''s Legacy.

    Exclusive Spells:

    Night''s Dominion (Ex): Grants absolute control over darkness within a 500-meter radius, allowing creation, manipulation, and weaponization of shadows for combat or defense.

    Eclipse Surge (S): Temporarily creates a localized eclipse, nullifying enemy buffs and debuffs while empowering dark magic by 200% for 5 minutes.

    Starlit Abyss (Ex): Summon a massive rift that traps enemies in an illusory, starless void for 30 seconds, dealing psychic damage and causing terror.

    Temporary Power Surge:

    Increases all dark magic-related stats by 150% for 15 minutes.

    Restores 100% HP and MP instantly.

    Mana regeneration rate increased by 300% during this period.

    Eternal Night Aura:

    Grants an aura of darkness for 10 minutes, reducing enemy visibility and slowing their movements by 30% in a 50-meter radius.

    Immunity to Light:

    Negates all light-elemental damage for 5 minutes during use.

    Permanent Effects

    Legacy of the Eternal Night King:

    Permanently increases dark magic affinity by 500%.

    Increases MP pool by 20% and mana regeneration by 300%.

    Grants immunity to basic light-based curses.

    Shadowborn Ascendance:

    Permanently enhances stealth and invisibility abilities, making the user undetectable in low-light or dark conditions.

    Increases evasion rate by 50% in darkness.

    King''s Aura:

    Instills respect or fear in dark-aligned creatures, granting bonuses when interacting with them.

    Side Effects

    Eternal Price: If consumed more than once, the user''s soul will bear a permanent mark of darkness, leaving them vulnerable to soul-binding or corruption.

    Post-Surge Exhaustion: After the temporary effects wear off, stamina and mana regeneration are halved for 1 hour.

    Conditions of UseThe user must possess a dark affinity of S-rank or higher to unlock the elixir''s full potential.

    Overuse may result in permanent alignment with darkness, limiting access to holy or neutral magics. ]

    Leon eyes sparkled as he looked at the Item description but his eyes widened more as he realized he can donate it and obtain something better or just 25 of such items.

    Leon analyzed the Elixir of Eternal Night''s description thoroughly, his mind racing with possibilities. The power it offered was extraordinary, but the risks of overuse or permanent alignment with darkness made him pause.

    "If I use this right, it could be a game-changer," Leon mused, "but donating it might open doors to something even greater. Cherry, keep this as a top priority in my inventory for now. I''ll decide once I''ve explored more options."

    [Understood, Leon.] Cherry''s confirmation brought a sense of assurance.

    With his path set and the city looking to him for leadership, Leon knew that every decision he made now would shape his future¡ªand the challenges awaiting him would demand nothing less than perfection.

    Leon spent the next few days settling into his role as the new City Lord of Blue Wind City. The responsibilities were vast, but his sharp mind and Luna''s unwavering support made the transition smoother than he had expected. Together, they focused on rebuilding the city''s defenses, restoring order, and creating opportunities for its people.

    Word of Rex''s downfall and Leon''s rise spread quickly throughout the Azure Kingdom. Many were skeptical at first, given Leon''s outsider status, but his decisive actions and the visible improvements in the city began to change public opinion. He addressed the citizens directly, ensuring they understood his intentions were to protect and uplift them, not exploit them like Rex had.

    One of his first major projects was establishing a council of trusted individuals to help manage the city''s affairs. Luna took a prominent position, naturally stepping into the role of advisor and strategist. Leon also recruited a few skilled individuals he had encountered during his travels¡ªeach of them bringing unique expertise that strengthened their efforts.

    Though unknown to everyone in council, Leon has also left Roselia to make sure none use the power he has granted them to make the already almost destroyed city more devastated.

    One evening, as Leon sat in his private quarters, he summoned Cherry for a progress report.

    "Cherry, update me on the city''s state and my current objectives," Leon said, leaning back in his chair.

    [City defenses are now at 60% operational capacity. Trade routes have reopened, and merchant activity has increased by 35%. Recruitment for the city guard has brought in 120 new trainees. Additionally, Host''s renown has spread to neighboring regions, and some travelers have expressed interest in serving under Host''s banner.]

 Chapter 46 Improving the City

    Leon nodded, pleased with the progress. "Good. And what about my challenger system? Any new updates or notifications?"

    [Host''s current objectives are as follows:]

    Rebuild Blue Wind City: Progress at 45%.

    Rewards increase with efficiency and completion.

    Explore the Dark Abyss Dungeon: Unexplored dungeon located near the city. Estimated to hold rare treasures and advanced materials.

    Forge a New Pact (Optional) : Host has an opportunity to form a new pact or save it for a more strategic time.

    Unlock Tier III Status:

    Requirements: 1. Clear a high-difficulty dungeon.

    2. Expand mana pool by 20%.

    3. Upgrade at least 5 skills to S-rank or higher.

    Leon stroked his chin thoughtfully. "The Dark Abyss Dungeon sounds intriguing. It might hold the resources we need to push the city''s development further¡ªand expand my power."

    [Cherry agrees. Based on Host''s current stats, the dungeon is within Host''s capability, though it may prove challenging.]

    "Perfect. That''s exactly what I need¡ªa challenge," Leon said with a smirk.

    "Though the problem is my skill levels," Leon sighed as he looked at the Challenger or Ascender System interface.

    Skill Upgrade Costs:

    D and below - 1 SP

    C - 10 SP

    B - 20 SP

    Leon took the lead, his Plague Bearer Sword glowing faintly with an unnatural green hue, a testament to its corrosive power. Behind him were four carefully selected companions:

    Kara, a battle-hardened warrior with a massive tower shield and unshakable resolve.

    Lyric, a rogue and expert trap disarmer with an uncanny knack for sensing danger.

    Marian, a healer specializing in light magic, her presence a counterbalance to the dungeon''s oppressive darkness.

    Dren, a fire mage whose raw destructive power made him a valuable ally in combat.

    They were among the few adventurers who haven''t left the city even after the high taxes as it was their birth place.

    The group''s formation was tight, their senses heightened as they moved cautiously through the dungeon''s winding corridors.

    They encountered their first challenge in a vast chamber where the ground was littered with skeletal remains. As the group stepped forward, the runes on the walls flared to life, and the bones began to stir.

    "Undead," Kara muttered, raising her shield as the skeletons assembled into grotesque, mismatched forms.

    Leon stepped forward, his voice calm but commanding. "Hold formation. I''ll thin them out."

    He extended his hand, and a surge of dark energy coalesced into an Eldritch Blast. The projectile slammed into the nearest skeleton, shattering it instantly. Dren followed up with a wave of fire, his flames engulfing the advancing horde and reducing several to ash.

    Despite the initial success, the undead kept coming, seemingly endless.

    "These aren''t ordinary skeletons," Lyric called out, her daggers flashing as she darted around the battlefield. "They''re regenerating!"

    Leon frowned, his mind racing. He activated Dimensional Rift, teleporting to a higher vantage point where he could better assess the situation. From above, he noticed a glowing sigil etched into the floor at the chamber''s center.

    "It''s a summoning circle!" Leon shouted. "Marian, purify it!"

    Marian nodded, her staff glowing as she channeled her magic. A wave of radiant energy swept across the chamber, dispelling the dark magic animating the undead. The skeletons crumbled to dust, and the sigil''s glow faded.

    "Good work," Leon said as he dropped back down to the group. "But this was just the beginning."

    The dungeon''s traps grew more devious as they pressed on. Lyric''s expertise saved the group multiple times, from disabling pressure plates that would have triggered poison darts to identifying false floors that led to spike-filled pits.

    Eventually, they reached a vast cavern dominated by a shimmering black lake. In its center stood a pedestal, atop which rested a glowing black crystal. The moment they entered, the air grew colder, and an oppressive presence filled the room.

 Chapter 47 Abyss Dungeon

    "This is it," Leon said, his eyes locked on the shimmering crystal suspended above the lake. "The first-level dungeon''s core."

    Before anyone could respond, the tranquil surface of the lake began to ripple violently. Waves churned, and a monstrous figure rose from the depths¡ªa terrifying amalgamation of shadow and water. Its massive form was constantly shifting, as if its body couldn''t decide on a single shape. Writhing tendrils of liquid and dark energy surrounded it, coiling like serpents ready to strike. Its eyes blazed with an unnatural, piercing light, radiating malice and primal fury.

    The creature let out a guttural roar, the sound reverberating through the cavern and shaking the ground beneath their feet. The air grew heavy with an oppressive aura, and the group instinctively stepped back.

    Leon didn''t flinch. "Everyone, prepare for battle!" he commanded, his voice firm and steady. Though the guardian loomed like an unstoppable force, his unshakable tone inspired confidence, steadying the group amidst the chaos.

    The guardian struck first, one of its massive appendages surging toward them like a tidal wave. Leon reacted instantly, stepping forward and casting Aether Shield. A translucent barrier materialized in front of him, glowing faintly with swirling energy. The monstrous appendage collided with the shield, sending shockwaves through the air.

    The shield held but cracked under the sheer force of the attack. Leon gritted his teeth, bracing himself. "Stay behind me!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the cacophony of battle.

    Before the creature could strike again, Roselia emerged from Leon''s shadow, her form slipping into view like an apparition. The sudden appearance startled some of the party members, who instinctively raised their weapons or prepared spells.

    "Wait!" Leon shouted, raising a hand to stop them. "She''s with me!"

    The group hesitated, their tension not entirely eased but their actions halted. Roselia, unfazed by the hostility, stepped forward with an air of confidence. Her eyes glimmered with dark magic as flames of void energy ignited in her hands.

    "She''s an ally," Leon reaffirmed, his tone brooking no argument. "Focus on the real threat."

    Roselia stepped forward, her hands engulfed in the ethereal glow of Void Flame, its darkly shimmering edges crackling with power. Her voice rose in an incantation, the cavern trembling with the weight of her magic.

    The Guardian shot out many water spears like tendrils, as it aimed to disrupt Roselia.

    While Leon also summoned the Lesser Cthulhu, it wasn''t the one who has formed a dark pact with him, but another one at tier II, though it gave another fright to his teammates as they all looked at Leon in wonder , and wondered just what class Leon has, that allowed him to summon dangerous creatures again and again.

    Leon shouted, "Cover her! Don''t let those tendrils get close!"

    The summoned Lesser Cthulhu lashed out with its Space Shattering Tentacle Strike, disrupting the water tendrils attempting to pierce Roselia''s defenses. At the same time, Leon fired another Aether Bolt, striking the creature''s limbs and forcing its attention away from her.

    The guardian roared, its core pulsing erratically as its movements became increasingly desperate. The weight of Leon''s Gravity Flux pinned it further, while the Hellfire Chains sizzled against its liquid-shadow body, cutting off its ability to regenerate.

    Roselia''s chant reached its climax. "Consume in the flames of the void!" she roared, her Void Flame condensing into a brilliant orb of destructive energy. With a surge of power, she hurled it directly at the guardian''s exposed core.

    The orb struck true, embedding itself into the chest of the monstrous figure. The creature froze mid-attack, its roar cut short as the Void Flame ignited within its core. For a moment, the dungeon guardian seemed to implode, the shadows and water recoiling violently toward the center of its body.

    "Fall back!" Leon commanded, grabbing Roselia''s arm and pulling her to safety as the creature began to unravel.

    With a deafening explosion, the dungeon guardian collapsed, a cascade of shadow and water collapsing into the lake. The once-raging cavern fell silent, save for the gentle rippling of the lake''s surface.

    As the dust settled, a shimmering object floated in the air where the creature''s core had been. It radiated an eerie, pale-blue light, pulsating faintly like a heartbeat.

 Chapter 48 Abyss Dungeon II

    As the dust settled, a shimmering object floated in the air where the creature''s core had been. It radiated an eerie, pale-blue light, pulsating faintly like a heartbeat.

    "This is an Abyssal Bead," Marian said, her voice filled with excitement.

    "If one purifies it with the help of a high-level priest and consumes it, they can gain powerful magic or a skill related to their class. The best part is that those skills are incredibly effective against any evil-aligned existence!" Marian continued, her eyes glinting with enthusiasm.

    Leon studied the bead for a moment before speaking calmly. "Hmm, but this is also the key to the last floor."

    The group collectively froze, stunned by the revelation.

    "Huh?" Kara muttered, blinking in surprise. "No wonder the key to the last floor was never found¡ªit was this Abyssal Bead all along. And here we were, using it recklessly every time!" She shook her head at the irony.

    Leon nodded. "Anyway, what about this?" He gestured to the faintly glowing Dungeon Core from the first floor. Unlike ordinary rewards, it was said that segmented dungeons like this one left behind a core on each floor.

    Absorbing the core granted one of two outcomes: 1 to 3 random skills or a randomly generated item.

    "Captain, you should take it," Lyric said, looking at the others for confirmation.

    "Yeah, you''ve earned it," Marian agreed, nodding firmly.

    Leon shook his head. "It''s just the first floor. We''ve got nine more floors to clear, and each will reward us with a dungeon core. There are six of us, including me, but excluding Roselia since she''s my summon. That means we''ll all get two cores each by the end."

    He paused, glancing around at the group. "So, who''s taking the first one?"

    The group looked at one another, hesitant. Finally, Kara spoke up. "Captain, you should decide. You did the most work here."

    Leon considered this, then smiled. "Let''s leave it to chance. We''ll draw lots."@@@@

    He took out five sticks and marked one of them. "Each of you pick a stick. Whoever gets the marked one takes the core."

    Dren frowned, shaking his head in disapproval. "That''s rude, Lyric. You shouldn''t ask for someone else''s skills like that."

    But Kara waved off his concern with a smile. "It''s fine. I was going to share them with the captain anyway." She turned to Leon, who gave her a calm nod, signaling her to continue.

    "Captain," Kara said proudly, "the first skill I gained is Repel Block. It allows me to absorb incoming damage and release it as a shockwave. The second one is Iron Will, a passive skill that grants me immunity to many status effects."

    Leon smiled slightly, impressed by her luck. "Both are strong skills, especially for your class. Repel Block complements your defensive style, and Iron Will will help you resist manipulation and debilitating effects in tougher battles."

    "Thank you, Captain!" Kara beamed, feeling validated by his words.

    The rest of the group murmured their admiration, clearly thrilled by the powerful addition to their team''s arsenal.

    "Well," Leon said, gesturing toward the path ahead. "Let''s not lose this momentum. Nine floors to go, and it''s only going to get tougher."

    The group nodded, their resolve strengthened as they pressed onward, their eyes set on the challenges that awaited deeper in the dungeon.

    The air grew heavier as they descended further into the dungeon. The faint luminescence of glowing moss on the walls was the only source of light, casting eerie shadows around them. Every step echoed ominously, a constant reminder that the deeper floors would not be as forgiving.

    Leon led the group, his keen senses on high alert. He occasionally glanced at Cherry''s interface, monitoring their surroundings for traps or hidden enemies.

    "Kara''s skills really boosted our chances," Lyric said, walking a few steps behind. "With her defensive abilities, we''ve got a better shot at surviving whatever comes next."

    "True," Dren added. "But let''s not forget: the dungeon adapts. The next floor won''t be as straightforward."

    "Straightforward?" Marian smirked, raising an eyebrow. "You call that boss straightforward? A shadow-water hybrid nearly crushed us back there!"

    "Focus," Leon interjected, his tone calm but firm. "We can''t afford to get complacent. The dungeon''s core is intelligent¡ªit learns from our actions and adjusts its tactics. Every floor will test us in new ways."

    The group nodded, their banter subsiding as the gravity of Leon''s words sank in.

 Chapter 49 Abyss Dungeon III

    As they entered the second floor, the environment shifted dramatically. The walls were now jagged obsidian, and rivers of molten lava snaked through the floor. The oppressive heat made it hard to breathe, and the faint smell of sulfur hung in the air.

    A deep growl echoed from the shadows, causing everyone to draw their weapons. From behind a cluster of blackened rocks emerged a massive, fire-infused beast. Its body was covered in glowing cracks, and flames danced along its mane. Its eyes burned with an intensity that made even Kara, bolstered by her new skills, take a cautious step back.

    "A Magma Beast," Leon muttered, analyzing the creature. "It''s fast and deadly up close. Be ready for ranged combat."

    Lyric, the group''s archer, quickly nocked an arrow. "On it, Captain. I''ll keep its attention from a distance."

    "Dren, Kara, keep its charge in check. Marian, focus on buffs and heals," Leon continued, issuing commands with precision.@@@@

    "What about you, Captain?" Marian asked, gripping her staff.

    Leon''s eyes gleamed with determination as he summoned Eldritch Blast to his palm, the swirling energy crackling with power. "I''ll hit it where it hurts."

    He turned to Roselia, whose crimson aura glowed faintly, blending with the fiery surroundings. "And Roselia, focus on helping others if the need arises," Leon commanded, his tone steady yet trusting.

    Roselia gave a small, determined nod, her dark wings unfurling slightly as she hovered close to the group. "Understood, Captain. I''ll ensure no one falls."

    Roselia kept a sharp eye on everyone, her senses attuned to the slightest signs of danger.

    The battle erupted with a roar as the Magma Beast charged forward, its claws leaving fiery trails in its wake. Lyric''s arrows struck true, embedding themselves in the creature''s thick hide, but it seemed more irritated than injured.

    "Keep it occupied!" Leon shouted, weaving between its fiery strikes. He unleashed a barrage of Aether Bolts, each impact chipping away at the creature''s molten armor.

    Dren and Kara worked in tandem, using Repel Block and quick counterattacks to deflect the beast''s furious swipes. Kara absorbed a particularly heavy blow and released it as a powerful shockwave, forcing the creature to stagger back.

    Roselia hovered above the fray, her crimson eyes fixed on the creature''s movements. Sensing an attack, she raised her hand, summoning a wall of shadows that intercepted a surge of dark energy the beast had launched toward Kara. The impact scattered harmlessly across the barrier.

    "Keep going! We''ve got it on the ropes!" Roselia called, her voice resolute.

    The beast, though weakened, wasn''t done yet. It let out a guttural roar, sending waves of dark energy rippling through the air. The shockwave threw Lyric and Marian off balance, forcing them to retreat momentarily. Dren barely managed to dig his sword into the ground to steady himself.

    "Kara, cover the others!" Leon ordered.

    Kara planted her feet and activated Iron Will, her passive skill granting her immunity to the stunning effects of the shockwave. Raising her shield, she absorbed the brunt of the incoming energy before releasing it in a second, more powerful shockwave. The blast destabilized the creature even further, buying the group precious time to recover.

    Leon seized the moment. "Roselia, with me!"

    Roselia nodded, swooping down to Leon''s side. He raised his hand, gathering energy for Eldritch Blast, while Roselia channeled her dark aura into a concentrated lance of energy.

    "On my mark," Leon said, his voice low but steady.

    The creature lunged again, its mass coalescing into a massive appendage aimed directly at the pair.

    "Now!" Leon shouted.

    The combined attack¡ªLeon''s Eldritch Blast and Roselia''s shadow lance¡ªstruck the creature''s core simultaneously. The force of the impact caused a deafening explosion, and the creature let out an ear-splitting wail as its form began to unravel.

    The group didn''t relent. Lyric, recovering from the earlier shockwave, loosed another volley of arrows, while Marian fired more radiant beams. Dren charged in once more, slashing relentlessly at the creature''s collapsing form.

    With a final, guttural cry, the creature''s core shattered, and its body dissolved into a swirling broken parts of ash and black rocks. The cavern fell silent except for the faint hum of residual energy from the shattered core.

    Leon exhaled deeply, lowering his hand as the last remnants of the creature faded. "Well done, everyone. That was teamwork at its finest."

 Chapter 50 Abyss Dungeon IV

    The group stood together, bruised but victorious. Kara leaned on her shield, smiling. "Looks like we survived the second dungeon floor."

    Roselia smirked faintly, brushing some dust off her shoulder. "Barely."

    Marian stepped forward, her staff glowing softly as she began to heal the minor injuries among the group. "We should rest before moving on. That thing wasn''t easy."

    The group stood in silence for a moment, catching their breath.

    "That... was intense," Lyric panted, lowering his bow.

    "We''re lucky we had Kara''s skills," Marian said, wiping sweat from her brow.

    Leon walked over to the faintly glowing remnants of the core floating in the air. "Rest, yes, but we can''t get complacent. This was only the second floor. Eight more to go."

    The team chuckled tiredly, but there was a spark of determination in each of their eyes. Together, they were ready to face whatever challenges awaited deeper within the dungeon.

    Leon then turned his attention to the creature''s remains, sifting through the ash. Among the debris, a crimson gemstone pulsed faintly with heat.

    "A Magma Core," he said, holding it up for the group to see. "It''s rare and valuable. Perfect for forging fire-resistant equipment or enhancing fire-based magic."

    Lyric tilted his head curiously. "So, who gets it?"

    Leon shook his head. "Let''s save it for now. It''s not going to power any of us up in the short term, but it''ll definitely come in handy later."

    He then held up another glowing item¡ªthe second-floor dungeon core, which Roselia had retrieved.

    "This, however, is immediate. Now, who''s going to get the floor core?" Leon asked, lifting the core for all to see.

    The group exchanged glances, then turned to Leon, who smirked at their silence.

    "So, who gets it?" Lyric asked again, this time with a teasing grin.@@@@

    Leon chuckled. "Let''s play the lottery again."

    The group groaned in mock protest but quickly gathered around, ready to test their luck once more. Leon pulled out a set of sticks, each marked with a number, and held them out.

    Leon crouched near a makeshift table they had assembled from the rubble, inspecting the Magma Core. It pulsed faintly in his hand, its warmth coursing through his fingertips. His thoughts drifted toward the battles ahead. We''re only two floors in, and the challenges are already pushing us. How much tougher will it get as we descend?

    "Captain," Kara''s voice broke through his musings. "What''s the plan for tomorrow?"

    Leon placed the core down gently, his expression thoughtful. "We''ll rest here for the night. Tomorrow, we''ll tackle the third floor. From the map we''ve been piecing together, it looks like it''ll have environmental hazards¡ªlava streams, collapsing paths, maybe even traps. We''ll need to be careful."

    Marian looked up from her practice, her face serious. "Environmental challenges are one thing, but if there''s another creature like what we just faced, we''ll need a strategy."

    Leon nodded. "Agreed. Kara, your Shockwave ability was crucial in disrupting its movements. Lyric, we''ll need precise, long-range attacks to control the battlefield. Marian, your Flame Ward and Magma Knight will help with both offense and defense. Dren..." Leon''s gaze shifted. "Keep doing what you do best¡ªholding the line and dealing heavy hits."

    Dren smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Got it."

    "And Roselia," Leon added, turning to her, "you''re our wild card. Stay in the shadows, strike when needed, and protect the group if anyone''s in danger."

    Roselia''s lips curved into a faint smirk. "Understood."

    As the night crept in, the cavern grew eerily silent. Each member took turns on watch while the others rested, the glow of the Magma Core and the occasional flicker of Marian''s flame aura illuminating the darkness.

    When it was Leon''s turn to watch, he sat quietly, his hand resting on his sword''s hilt. His sharp gaze flicked between the cavern''s darkened corners and his team as they slept soundly. Each member was exhausted yet secure, the faint glow of Marian''s Flame Ward casting gentle shadows over their resting forms.

    They''re strong, but we''ve still got a long way to go, Leon thought. His grip on his sword tightened. I need to get stronger, too¡ªstrong enough to protect not just them, but the city when the monster invasion comes.

    The old guards'' warnings echoed in his mind. They spoke of the Abyss Dungeon as challenging but isolated¡ªa place where you could face one powerful foe at a time. But the monster waves would be a completely different beast. Endless hordes. Countless creatures surging forward like a flood, testing every defense, exploiting every weakness. A chill ran down his spine at the thought of the city''s walls being overrun.

    His gaze fell to the faintly glowing dungeon cores resting in his inventory. These were valuable artifacts, capable of granting skills or powerful enhancements. Should I absorb them? The question lingered, tempting him. He knew that gaining more skills would undoubtedly increase his power.

    But he shook his head. No, I shouldn''t. Even if I complete the insane difficulty Trial, the Insane reward will give me at most ten total skills. These cores can bypass the system''s restrictions, but if I use them now, I risk wasting their potential. It''s better to hold onto them, keep them in reserve. There might be a time when we desperately need them. Or when someone else does.

    With a sigh, Leon leaned back against the cool stone wall, his sword resting across his knees. Patience. Strength isn''t just about what you can gain for yourself¡ªit''s about knowing when to use what you have.

    The faint rumble of the dungeon deep below echoed in the cavern, a reminder that their journey was far from over. Leon adjusted his grip, his senses alert. His watch continued in silence, the resolve in his heart firm as he stood guard over his sleeping team and the weight of the battles yet to come.

    Back in the city, Luna was working tirelessly, her determination unwavering as she pushed herself harder with each passing day. I''ll make this city great for you, Leon, she thought, her resolve shining in her eyes.

    Unbeknownst to many, after achieving her goal of revenge, Luna''s focus had shifted entirely. Leon had become her top priority. Her heart had fallen for him, and she was determined to build a thriving city for her man. The thought of his approval and pride drove her to take on challenges without hesitation, working hand in hand with others, leading by example, and ensuring the city flourished.

 Chapter 51 Abyss Dungeon V

    Leon and his party pressed onward, steadily conquering each floor of the dungeon. Each level presented its own unique challenges¡ªtraps, puzzles, and fearsome monsters guarding the way forward.

    The third floor was a labyrinth of shifting walls, designed to disorient and separate the group. Leon''s quick thinking and Marian''s Mana Infusion allowed them to maintain communication through magical signals, ensuring they regrouped before facing the Golem Sentinel guarding the core. The victory was hard-earned, but the spoils were worth it¡ªa rare Earthstone Core that Lyric claimed, granting him the ability to summon stone barriers.

    The Dungeon Core, however, went to Dren, who gained a single skill called Stone Shard.

    The fourth floor turned into a trial of endurance, a scorching volcanic expanse where Kara''s Flame Ward became indispensable. The oppressive heat drained their stamina quickly, but her protection allowed them to push through and defeat a Fire Drake nesting in the core chamber. The reward? A Blazing Fang, a weapon enhancement that Leon decided to save for the right moment.

    This time, the Dungeon Core went to Lyric, who gained two skills: Dragon Scale, a legendary defensive skill, and Blast Fire, a powerful offensive ability.

    By the fifth floor, the party had developed a rhythm. Roselia''s ability to silently eliminate threats from the shadows made her invaluable against stealthy enemies, while Dren''s sharp instincts helped them avoid several ambushes. The enemies grew fiercer, and Leon''s leadership was put to the test as he adapted their strategy to counter the dungeon''s escalating dangers. The boss, an Abyssal Stalker, tested them all with its ability to phase in and out of reality. It took a coordinated effort, with Marian''s Magma Knight delivering the final blow, to bring it down.

    The reward this time wasn''t a Skill Core but an Item Core. Since it was Marian''s turn to claim it, she received the Shroud Dagger of Epic Quality. However, recognizing that Lyric was better suited to the weapon, she handed it to him without hesitation.

    As they rested at the edge of the sixth floor, the group''s spirits were high despite their fatigue.

    "We''re halfway through," Kara said, wiping sweat from her brow. "Feels like we''ve been down here forever."

    "Each floor''s been tougher than the last," Lyric added, fidgeting with an arrow. "But we''ve gotten stronger too."

    The eighth floor was a vast desert, its golden sands rippling under an oppressive sun. Every step drained their strength, and shifting dunes made navigation difficult. Enemies like Sand Serpents and Mirage Scorpions attacked suddenly, blending perfectly with their environment.

    Leon''s Gravity Flux was key to pinning the quick-moving enemies, while Marian''s Frozen Halo offered relief from the sweltering heat. Lyric''s Dragon Scale proved invaluable in defending against venomous attacks from the scorpions.

    The boss of this floor was the Sand Wyrm, a gargantuan creature that burrowed beneath the sands, striking from below. The group coordinated carefully, luring it into a trap. Kara tanked its deadly bites, Roselia set explosives at its weak points, and Leon delivered the final blow with a concentrated Eldritch Blast.

    The reward was a Golden Fang Core, which Dren claimed. He gained the skill Sandstorm Step, allowing him to move swiftly and evade attacks in combat.

    And he also gained another skill called Death Sink, a AOE skill which made the ground into an whirlpool of sand and make one sink it as they die of suffocation if they don''t counter it.

    The ninth floor was a treacherous swamp filled with stagnant pools, thick fog, and toxic fumes. The air was heavy, making every breath a challenge, and the monsters¡ªBog Hounds and Swamp Shades¡ªwere relentless in their pursuit.

    Roselia''s stealth and Lyric''s ranged support helped mitigate the constant ambushes. Meanwhile, Marian''s Mana Infusion kept the team''s energy levels high as they pushed through. The boss, a Swamp Leviathan, was the most formidable foe yet. Its massive frame towered over the group, and it spewed corrosive acid that Kara had to block repeatedly.

    Leon devised a plan to lure the Leviathan into a patch of unstable ground, where its weight caused it to sink. Using this advantage, the group launched a coordinated assault, with Marian''s Magma Knight and Dren''s Sandstorm Step delivering the decisive blows.

    The reward was a Venomous Heart Core. Leon handed(Donated) this one to Roselia, who gained Shadow Leap, a skill that allowed her to teleport short distances while leaving behind a disorienting shadow.

    And Leviathan Summoning Skills, which summons as pitch black Leviathan.@@@@

 Chapter 52 Abyss Dungeon VI

    The group gathered at the edge of the tenth floor, their spirits weary but unbroken. Each member had grown stronger, their new abilities complementing the group dynamic.

    Leon addressed the team, his voice steady. "This is it. The final floor. It''s going to be entirely different from the previous ones¡ªwe have no prior knowledge of what lies ahead." His words carried a sense of caution, and the others solemnly nodded.

    Up until now, no one had been able to access this floor. The key to its entrance had remained a mystery, but with Leon''s efforts, they finally had the means to open it.

    Leon turned to the pitch-black door towering before them. "This is the final boss chamber. After defeating what''s inside, we''ll clear the dungeon once and for all," he said firmly, and the group nodded in unison, their resolve solidified.

    Leon then produced the Abyssal Beads, holding them carefully as he approached the door. Embedded in the surface were nine grooves, each shaped to hold a bead. He began placing the beads into the grooves, one by one.

    As he placed the first bead, a sudden sliding sound echoed through the cavern. The group tensed momentarily, but Leon raised a hand, signaling them to stay calm. "It''s just the locks disengaging," he explained, continuing his work methodically.

    Bead after bead was inserted, each triggering another resonant click, as though the door itself was awakening. When the final bead was placed, a deep, final click reverberated through the air. With a rumble, the enormous door slowly began to open, revealing a dark, foreboding passage beyond.

    The group exchanged glances, steeling themselves for what was to come. "No turning back now," Leon said, stepping forward into the unknown, with his team close behind.

    *****

    The door creaked open, revealing a massive chamber bathed in an eerie crimson glow. The air was thick with oppressive energy, and the faint sound of something breathing echoed through the cavern. The group stepped inside cautiously, weapons drawn, their senses heightened.

    The floor beneath their feet was a mosaic of blackened stone and glowing red veins that pulsed rhythmically, as if alive. Stalactites hung from the ceiling, dripping a glowing liquid that hissed when it hit the ground. The heat was stifling, more intense than even the volcanic fourth floor.

    At the center of the chamber, a hulking figure emerged from the shadows. It stood nearly twenty feet tall, its body encased in jagged black armor. Its eyes glowed a malevolent red, and in its hand, it wielded a massive, molten axe that radiated searing heat. The creature''s aura was suffocating, pressing down on the group like a tidal wave.

    Leon''s voice was steady but commanding. "Stay focused. This is the Abyssal Tyrant, It seems to be the dungeon''s final guardian. Its power will test everything we''ve learned."

    The Abyssal Tyrant let out an earth-shaking roar and raised its axe, slamming it into the ground. A wave of molten fire erupted, racing toward the group.

    "Kara, shield!" Leon shouted.

    Kara planted her shield into the ground and activated Flame Ward. A shimmering barrier of energy enveloped the group, deflecting the fiery wave. "I''ve got this!" she yelled, holding steady under the immense pressure.

    "Spread out!" Leon commanded, and the team moved in coordinated precision.

    Leon growled in frustration, his mind racing. "Dren, use Stone Shard! Block the spikes!"

    Dren slammed his hands into the ground, summoning jagged barriers to intercept the emerging spikes. But the Tyrant wasn''t done. With a chilling roar, it swung its axe horizontally, sending a wall of molten energy racing toward them.

    Marian reacted quickly. "Flame Ward won''t hold! Everyone, move behind the Magma Knight!"

    The team dove behind the summon as it absorbed the brunt of the attack, its molten form flickering. It retaliated by launching a torrent of lava at the Tyrant, momentarily staggering it.

    Leon saw an opening and activated Gravity Flux, anchoring the Tyrant to the ground. "Focus your attacks now! Go for its core!"

    Lyric''s arrows began glowing as he infused them with mana, piercing deeper into the cracks of the Tyrant''s armor. Roselia darted in and out of the shadows, slashing at weak points. Even Kara, with her shield in hand, charged forward to deliver a crushing blow to the Tyrant''s leg, destabilizing it.

    But the Abyssal Tyrant wasn''t going down easily. It released a deafening roar, and the molten veins in its armor surged with power. A shockwave of energy erupted, sending the group flying backward. Marian collapsed to one knee, her breathing ragged as the Magma Knight flickered and dissipated.

    The Tyrant now glowed with an intense crimson light, its strength seemingly renewed. "It''s entered its berserk state!" Leon warned.

    Roselia reappeared beside him, blood dripping from her arm. "What now, Captain?"

    Leon''s grip on his sword tightened. "We hit it with everything we''ve got."

    The Tyrant raised its axe again, this time summoning molten meteors that began falling from the ceiling. The group scattered to avoid the fiery bombardment, their movements frantic but calculated.

    Lyric''s voice cut through the chaos. "I''m down to my last arrows! Make them count!"

    Marian raised her staff, channeling her remaining mana. "I''ll support you! Magma Infusion¡ªone last push!"

    With Marian''s boost, Lyric''s arrows glowed with an intense fiery energy. He loosed them at the Tyrant''s exposed chest, the projectiles exploding on impact and cracking the armor further.

    "Now, finish it!" Leon shouted.

    Marian''s Magma Knight delivered a crushing blow to the Tyrant''s chest, cracking its armor. Seizing the opportunity, Leon leaped forward, channeling every ounce of his mana into his blade. With a powerful strike, he drove the sword into the creature''s core, unleashing a burst of energy that erupted through the chamber.

    The Abyssal Tyrant let out a deafening roar as its body began to disintegrate into ash. The ground trembled, and the crimson glow faded, leaving behind only silence.

    The group stood together, panting and bruised, but victorious. At the center of the chamber, a shimmering golden core floated, radiating an aura of immense power.

 Chapter 53 Abyss Dungeon VII

    Leon frowned deeply, holding the golden Abyssal Bead in his hand. His expression darkened as a realization struck him. "Wait... why is this another Abyssal Bead? This should''ve been the Dungeon Core," he muttered, turning the orb over in his palm, as though searching for an explanation in its faintly glowing surface.

    The group exchanged puzzled glances.

    Roselia approached cautiously, clutching the shimmering Item Core she had just claimed. "This isn''t the real Dungeon Core, is it?" she asked, suspicion evident in her tone.

    Leon shook his head slowly. "No. This is just a sub-core. It means..." His voice trailed off as his sharp eyes scanned the now-silent chamber. "It means there''s another hidden floor. We haven''t finished this dungeon yet."

    "What?" Kara stepped forward, her shield clanging softly against the ground. "Are you sure, Leon? The Tyrant was massive¡ªhow could that not be the final boss?"

    Leon turned the Abyssal Bead over in his hands again, his thoughts racing. "The old guards spoke of something deeper. They said no one had ever fully cleared this dungeon because the true final floor couldn''t be accessed without the right key."

    "And you think this Abyssal Bead is the key?" Marian asked, gripping her staff tightly.

    Leon nodded, his gaze steady. "This isn''t just a reward. It''s a marker¡ªa key to unlock what lies below. There''s no other explanation."

    Dren scratched the back of his head, frowning. "Alright, say you''re right¡ªhow do we find this hidden floor? I don''t see any secret doors or glowing runes."

    Leon hesitated before speaking. "There might be another key that we''ve overlooked," he said, his voice thoughtful.

    "What do you mean by another key?" Lyric asked, puzzled.

    "At the door to this floor," Leon explained, "there were ten grooves. Nine of them formed a circle, where we placed the Abyssal Beads we''ve collected so far. But there was one in the center¡ªlarger than the others." He held up the golden Abyssal Bead for everyone to see. "It''s meant for this."

    "So, you''re saying we have to go back to that door and place this in the center groove to see if the real final floor opens?" Kara asked, her brow furrowed.

    Leon nodded firmly. "Yes. If we want to truly conquer this dungeon, we have to."

    The team exchanged uncertain looks, but one by one, they nodded their agreement. The prospect of another, even more dangerous floor loomed over them, but they trusted Leon''s instincts. Without hesitation, they began their trek back to the enigmatic door, ready to face whatever awaited them beyond.

    The journey back to the enigmatic door was tense. The air seemed heavier, and the silence in the dungeon was unsettling, as though the walls themselves were holding their breath. The team moved cautiously, their exhaustion tempered by the anticipation of what might come next.

    When they reached the massive door, it loomed over them like a sentinel guarding untold secrets. The grooves where they had placed the nine Abyssal Beads formed a circle, their faint glow pulsing rhythmically. But the larger groove at the center remained ominously dark.

    The air around the Azure Bull Demon grew heavy as it shifted forward, standing to its full, imposing height. Its mere presence seemed to warp the space around it, the bluish glow of its body intensifying as it prepared to unleash its wrath.

    "A human and a demoness?" The Azure Bull Demon opened its mouth, its deep voice reverberating through the chamber.

    "Finally, someone released the seal of this damned place," it continued, its massive form rising from the throne. The sheer presence of the demon was oppressive, each movement exuding a predatory grace. "I have been sending out Blue Warnings for over a century now, yet only now does someone come to break the seal."

    The demon''s piercing sapphire eyes glared at them, brimming with suppressed fury. "Do you know how hard it was?" it snarled, lifting its enormous hands as if stretching after a long imprisonment.

    Leon tensed, his instincts kicking in. Without warning, the demon swiped a clawed hand through the air, and a shockwave tore across the chamber.

    "Move!" Leon shouted.

    Both Leon and Roselia leapt to the side just in time as the spot they had been standing on exploded, leaving behind three massive claw-like gouges in the stone floor.

    "Hm," the demon rumbled, tilting its head as it studied them. "At least you won''t die as pitifully as that weakling king who dared to seal me here."

    Its lips curled into a cruel grin. "But don''t think for a second that you''ll fare any better."

    Roselia''s daggers gleamed in her hands as she slipped into a fighting stance, her movements fluid and deliberate. Leon drew his blade, his eyes never leaving the massive figure in front of him.

    "So, it was you who had been causing the monster tides by sending the Blue Winds?" Leon asked, his eyes narrowing as he fixed his gaze on the towering Azure Bull Demon.

    "Yes, it was me," the demon replied, its voice dripping with contempt. "I hoped some fool would recognize where the winds came from and come to this place to break the seal. They came, oh yes¡ªbut those cowards always turned back at the ninth or tenth floor." The demon sneered, its massive horns glinting under the eerie light of the chamber. "Those blind insects never even knew this hidden eleventh floor existed, let alone dared to open it."

    Leon''s grip on his sword tightened as the demon continued, "But you... you''ve done it. As a token of my gratitude for releasing me, I''ll grant you a swift death."

    Before Leon could respond, the demon moved with blinding speed, closing the distance in an instant. Its hand, glowing with an azure energy as sharp as blades, slashed down toward Leon.

    "Leon!" Roselia shouted, her daggers flashing as she launched herself to intercept.

    Leon reacted swiftly, raising his blade just in time. Sparks flew as the demon''s claws collided with the steel, the impact forcing him back several paces. The sheer strength behind the attack was enough to crack the ground beneath him.

    "Faster than I thought," Leon muttered, steadying himself.

 Chapter 54 Abyss Dungeon VIII

    "Faster than I thought," Leon muttered, steadying himself.

    The demon didn''t relent. It spun with its massive tail, aiming to sweep both Leon and Roselia off their feet. Leon ducked, narrowly avoiding the strike, while Roselia vaulted over it with agile precision, throwing a dagger mid-air. The weapon struck the demon''s shoulder but merely glanced off its hardened skin.

    "You think those toothpicks will harm me?" the demon mocked, swiping at Roselia mid-air.

    She twisted her body, barely avoiding the claw, and landed gracefully a few feet away. "We''ll see," she retorted, her voice calm but sharp.

    Leon seized the opening, dashing forward and slashing at the demon''s leg. His blade cut into the flesh, but it wasn''t deep enough to slow the massive creature.@@@@

    The demon growled, its sapphire eyes flaring. "You''re persistent... like gnats!"

    With a roar, the chamber darkened, and an oppressive aura surged out. A storm of azure winds whipped around the room, cutting through the stone like invisible blades. Roselia darted into the shadows, her presence vanishing, while Leon raised his sword defensively, struggling against the onslaught.

    "You won''t win with brute force alone!" Leon shouted, searching for an opening.

    Roselia''s voice echoed from the shadows. "Then it''s a good thing I specialize in finesse."

    A flicker of movement¡ªRoselia appeared behind the demon, plunging her dagger into a gap in its thick hide. The demon roared in pain, swinging wildly to dislodge her. Using the momentum, she leapt off its back, landing beside Leon.

    "Nice shot," Leon said, a hint of a grin on his face.

    "Save the compliments," she replied. "We''ve still got a long way to go."

    The demon straightened, its wound glowing faintly as it began to heal. "Impressive... but futile," it said, its voice colder now. "You will regret coming here."

    Leon exchanged a glance with Roselia. This fight was far from over, and the demon was only getting started.

    The demon turned its glowing gaze toward him, its lips curling into a malicious grin. "You are persistent. But I will end this."

    Before Leon could react, the demon unleashed a wave of blue energy from its hands, a concentrated blast that shot toward him at lightning speed. Leon dove to the side, narrowly avoiding the blast that exploded into the ground, sending debris flying in all directions.

    "Roselia!" Leon shouted, his heart pounding. He needed to keep the demon distracted long enough for Roselia to find an opening.

    But Roselia had already anticipated Leon''s request. She surged forward, reappearing behind the demon with one of her daggers poised to strike. With swift precision, she drove the blade into the demon''s exposed side, right where Leon''s previous strike had left a wound. This time, the blade sank deeper, drawing a roar of pain from the demon.

    "You think you can kill me?" the demon howled, its energy surging once more. It spun around, its massive fist slamming into Roselia''s midsection and sending her flying across the chamber.

    "No!" Leon shouted, his blood boiling with anger. He knew that Roselia was fast, but the demon''s strength was overwhelming. He couldn''t let it keep gaining the upper hand.

    Leon stood tall, his gaze hardening. "Enough."

    The air around him began to shimmer, a strange energy building as he activated one of his hidden abilities. With a deep breath, Leon focused all of his strength into his sword, which began to glow with a radiant light. This was no ordinary attack¡ªit was a full-powered strike, combining his enhanced speed and strength with the might of his sword.

    It was the Aether Infusion he has came up with, using the Aether Control skill.

    The demon seemed to sense the change, its eyes widening as it prepared to retaliate. But Leon was too fast. He disappeared in a flash, reappearing right in front of the demon, his sword raised high. With a single, powerful slash, he cut through the air, unleashing a wave of energy that sliced through the demon''s defenses.

    The demon''s body trembled, the wound Leon inflicted deep enough to send waves of pain coursing through it. But still, it fought on. Its hand swung at Leon with a devastating strike, but before it could land, Leon used his "Dash" again, vanishing from sight and reappearing behind the demon. He slashed again, this time cutting through the demon''s tail and sending it spiraling to the ground.

    He is not going to use magic against a Demon as they usaully have high Magic Resistance, so he would be doing nothing but just waste his Mana.

    Roselia, now back on her feet, wasted no time. She threw a handful of her remaining daggers, each one aimed with deadly precision. The demon was too injured to react in time, and the daggers found their mark, embedding deep into its exposed flesh.

    The demon roared in fury, but its strength was waning. Leon pressed the attack, his blade flashing with each strike, each one weakening the demon further.

    But suddenly it''s body shone in azure light as from it''s humanoid from it turned into an giant Bull like form, resembling a minotaur.

 Chapter 55 Abyss Dungeon IX

    But suddenly, its body began to glow with an intense azure light. The humanoid form started to shift and expand, its shape twisting and reforming until it resembled a massive, bull-like creature¡ªa towering minotaur, radiating raw power. Its azure-blue hide gleamed like polished sapphire, and its horns were larger, crackling with energy.

    "Ahahaha!" the demon laughed, its voice now deeper and more guttural, echoing through the chamber. "Fools! You''ve pushed me to my true form. In this state, I have become more powerful. You''ve only ensured your doom!"

    Leon, far from afraid, felt a surge of exhilaration. A grin tugged at his lips as he took a step forward, his blade glinting in the azure glow. "So, you''ve gotten rid of your magic resistance," he said, his tone calm but sharp. "Perfect. Now the real fight begins."

    In this form, he can already see, In this form he has shed his magic resistance in exchange for more power.

    Roselia stood at his side, her daggers glowing faintly with energy. She smirked, her eyes glinting with determination. "Finally, we can stop holding back."

    Unlike most warriors who focused on physical prowess, both Leon and Roselia were adept at harnessing magic. While they could fight physically, their true strength lay in their magical abilities, and now, with the demon shedding its resistance, they could fight at full power.

    Leon gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles whitening around the hilt of the Plague Bearer. The weapon hummed faintly, as if eager to taste the blood of the beast before him. Without hesitation, Leon surged forward, the tip of his blade aimed for the demon''s chest. The demon responded with a bellow and swung its massive arm in a brutal arc. Leon narrowly ducked, the force of the swing brushing past him and kicking up a gale strong enough to stagger his footing.

    He didn''t falter. As the demon raised its other arm, Leon slid under its guard, driving the poisoned edge of his sword into the flesh just below its ribs. A sickening hiss followed as the Poisoned Wound ability activated, venom spreading like wildfire through the creature''s veins. The Minotaur demon roared in agony, swatting at Leon with its other hand. This time, the blow connected, sending him flying across the chamber.

    Leon landed hard, the impact rattling his bones, but he forced himself up. His breathing was heavy, his movements slower. "Roselia!" he called out, his voice strained. "Now!"

    Roselia didn''t need further prompting. With a flick of her wrist, she conjured flames that shimmered darkly¡ªVoid Flames that burned colder than ice yet devoured flesh as if fueled by hatred itself. The flames struck true, latching onto the Minotaur''s exposed chest and creeping upward. The demon clawed at itself, trying to extinguish the cursed fire, but the flames only grew hungrier.

    Roselia raised both hands now, chanting an incantation under her breath. Ethereal chains shot from the shadows around her, wrapping tightly around the demon''s legs and arms. The creature thrashed violently, shaking the cavern with its struggle, but the Soul Shackles held firm, their dark glow draining strength from the beast and bolstering Roselia in return.

    "It''s weakening," Roselia said, her voice cold but edged with effort. Sweat glistened on her brow as she poured more of her magic into holding the creature in place.

    {The destruction level of the city is 0%.}

    {The rating is increased.}

    {Challenger completed the quest alone.}

    {Rating will be increased.}

    ...

    ...

    ...!

    {Challenger has also completed the Hidden Quest of Permanent Relief.}

    {Challenger has gotten rid of the annual Beast Tide.}

    {Rating will be increased.}

    {Congratulations, Challenger. Your final rating is: EX.}

    {Congratulations, Challenger, on being the 2nd person to achieve this rating in the Trial Floor.}

    {Challenger''s rewards are...}

 Chapter 56 Trial Complete

    A/N : there is slight correction in his initial real world stats as his Tier 0 stats were 100 each, there was mistake of 10, but now it''s fixed, and it was only that chap that has correction ,as later when in Trial world he has average stat of 500, I said it''s an average awakener stat.

    ****

    {Congratulations, Challenger. Your final rating is: EX.}

    {Congratulations, Challenger, on being the 2nd person to achieve this rating in the Trial Floor.}

    {Challenger''s rewards are...}

    {Challenger''s stats are multiplied by 10.}

    {Challenger has received the Class Change Token (Legendary).}

    {Challenger has received the Secondary Class Opening Token.}@@@@

    {Challenger''s Arune Ability is fully awakened.}

    {Challenger''s Arune Ability grade is raised by two ranks.}

    {Challenger has gained a Legendary Item Box.}

    {Challenger has received a Legendary Skill Catalogue.}

    {Challenger has received a Legendary Pet Egg.}

    {Challenger is now Tier I.}

    {The trial world is closing.}

    {As Challenger is rewarded with an EX rating, Challenger can take any 10 things to the real world.}

    Leon nodded as he laid on the bed, "This feels like shit" he mumbled to himself, as Roselia materialized near him a she snuggled to him.

    "You knew it was a trial world, so why?" Roselia asked softly, her gaze fixed on Leon.

    "I don''t know," Leon replied, his voice heavy with emotion. "Many times, I tried to ignore her, to remind myself she wasn''t real. But there was something about her... something that always drew me in. And now... she''s gone, just like that." He closed his eyes, his frustration and sorrow evident.

    Roselia stepped closer, her voice gentle yet firm. "It''s okay. Sometimes, the Tower lies. It twists things to mess with people."

    Leon nodded faintly, but his weariness was evident. "I''m tired," he murmured, leaning against Roselia.

    She sighed softly, guiding him to rest. "Then sleep," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him as he succumbed to exhaustion, finding solace in her embrace.

    Though Roselia held him close, shielding him from the world, Leon''s sleep was far from peaceful. Nightmares seemed to linger, haunting him even in rest.

    Meanwhile, outside the trial, chaos erupted. The Tower had made an unprecedented announcement, shaking its challengers and the influential figures who monitored its progress. Whispers of Leon''s achievements spread like wildfire, igniting a storm of speculation and intrigue across the Tower''s countless levels.

    Especially on the 100th floor, known as the Human Tower, chaos ensued. This level served as a bastion for humanity¡ªthe place where the strongest humans had carved out a foothold. Above it, each race had claimed dominion over their respective territories, with their footholds spanning from level 50 to level 200. While humanity wasn''t the weakest race, it certainly wasn''t among the strongest either. They had long struggled to keep up with other races, constantly fighting for survival and recognition.

    However, today''s announcement of an EX rating shattered the status quo. Across all floors, not just humanity but members of other races, scrambled for information. The announcement had named the challenger as Fang¡ªan alias Leon had chosen during his time in the Tower.

    The revelation of such a high rating had far-reaching consequences. For humans, it was a source of immense pride, a beacon of hope that they could rise beyond their current limitations. For the other races, it was a wake-up call, a stark reminder that humanity was not to be underestimated. Alliances were questioned, plans were revised, and countless influential figures mobilized their resources, determined to uncover everything about the enigmatic Fang.

    Within hours, search parties were deployed, databases combed, and whispers spread through every corner of the Tower. To many, Fang was no longer just a name¡ªit was a mystery, a challenge, and a threat.

    Especially to the clan ruling the 200th floor, the announcement sent shockwaves. In their extensive databases, they were well aware that it was their revered ancestor who had first achieved an EX rating. However, their ancestor had done so on Nightmare difficulty, whereas Leon had managed the same feat on Insane difficulty¡ªa distinction as vast as the heavens and earth.

    Thankfully, the Tower''s announcement hadn''t disclosed the trial''s difficulty level. Had it done so, the Fate Fairies Clan, known for their ruthless pride and unyielding dominance, would have already sent their deadliest assassins to annihilate every single human in the Tower. Such a drastic measure would be taken not out of fear, but to preserve their supremacy and the prestige of their ancestor''s unparalleled legacy.

    This delicate omission from the announcement kept humanity momentarily safe. However, the Fate Fairies Clan was still on high alert, their pride unsettled by the mere possibility that someone¡ªlet alone a human¡ªmight rival their ancestor''s achievement. Whispers spread through their ranks, and orders were quietly given to monitor and investigate this mysterious Fang.

    For now, Leon''s anonymity was his shield, but it was only a matter of time before the storm came crashing down.

 Chapter 57 Rewards

    Unknown to the mayhem outside, Leon continued to sleep peacefully. The next day, he woke up, stretching as his nose caught the delicious aroma of food. Turning toward the source, he saw Roselia cooking for him.

    As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Leon took a moment to look around. The Arune space had significantly changed. Before, it was a simple bedroom with some basic furniture, but now there was a proper kitchen and even a bathroom.

    "I guess this is another perk of the EX rating," he thought, shaking his head in amazement before heading off to freshen up.

    When he came out, Roselia had already set the table. Leon sat down, beginning to eat as Roselia watched him with a soft smile.

    "Is it good?" she asked after a moment of silence.

    "It''s delicious," he replied, causing her to beam with pride.

    "So, are you feeling better now?" she asked as Leon nodded.

    "Well, I have to be," he said, his voice steady.

    "So, you''ll head to the 1st floor now?" she asked. Leon nodded again.

    "Yes. Now that I''ve completed the trial, I can start focusing on climbing further," he said before taking another bite.

    "Speaking of which," he murmured, "I wonder what my inherited Arune ability is." Curious, he opened his status screen.

    [ Ascender Name: Fang ]

    Class: Paradox Mage (???)

    Title: Unique Class, Unique Ability, Child of Aether

    Legacy: None

    LVL: 0

    Rank: Tier I

    Level: 1

    STATS

    AGI: 1000

    VIT: 1000

    INT: 1000

    STA: 1000

    STR: 1000

    HP: 10000/10000

    MP: 10,000

    Unassigned stat points: 0

    Hidden Stats

    Luck: ???

    Charm: ???

    Reputation: ???

    Condition: Healthy

    Abilities

    Origin Conjurer (??)

    Trident of Destruction (Myth)

    Deals 10,000% weapon damage upon impact and disrupts spatial stability in the area.

    Mana requirement : 20,000 mana

    Cooldown: 24 hours. ]

    Absolute Hit

    Description: A passive ability that ensures all attacks made with the Trident will never miss. The skill adjusts the attack''s trajectory, speed, and force to hit the intended target, even if they attempt to dodge or hide.

    Effects:

    Passive: All attacks made with the Trident are guaranteed to hit the target.

    Negates evasion, stealth, and displacement abilities.

    Ignores illusions or decoys, targeting the true form of the enemy.

    Consumes 1% mana per seconds when in use ]

    [ Legendary Item Box : grant a legendary item upon opening ]

    [ Legendary Skill Catalogue : Grant a legendary skill upon opening ]

    [ Legendary Pet Egg : hatches a legendary pet ]

    "So, my trident-shaped Arune Key was related to the God of Destruction. That''s great," Leon mumbled happily. For a moment, he had thought his Arune ability was connected to Poseidon, but the God of Destruction is far more superior connection compared to the God of Seas. So, he welcomed it with open arms.

    "The only problem is that it consumes too much MP," he sighed, checking the mana consumption of his skills. Then, he summoned the trident.

    As he summoned it, a black-silver trident with golden runes engraved on its surface materialized in his hands. "So cool," he murmured, waving it gently. "Though now I wonder, do I have to learn spearmanship to master this? Or would it be called ''Tridentsmanship''?" he joked, examining the trident.

    "This looks dangerous," Roselia suddenly said, her expression serious. Leon looked at her curiously. "Dangerous?" he asked.

    "Yes," she replied, nodding. "It has a divine aura, the presence of overwhelming destruction magic, and beyond that... it feels as if it could kill me just by being near it." She shuddered slightly as she stepped back.

    "Well, it is the Weapon of Destruction, after all," Leon said with a smirk as Roselia nodded in understanding.

    He deactivated his ability, the trident vanishing. Even summoning it consumed 1% of his mana, which was substantial considering his current mana pool.

    "I really need to increase my mana capacity by a lot," he thought, glancing at the other items in his inventory.

    "Fortunately, I chose the Dark Pact skill. I can use it to bind with a target that has a high amount of mana," he muttered as he opened his status screen.

    "Now it''s time to see the rewards," he declared, taking out the Class Change Token and Secondary Class Slot Opening Token.

    "Roselia, this is for you," he said, handing over the tokens to her.

    "This is...!" Roselia exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. She quickly realized the immense value of the Legendary items. "These are too precious!" she said, knowing their worth.

    Leon just waved his hand dismissively. "You can have them," he said nonchalantly, causing Roselia to nod in gratitude.

    [Congratulations, Host...]

    [Host has obtained a Hidden Legendary Class Change Token and a Mythical Secondary Class Slot Opening Token.]

    Leon smiled inwardly as Cherry confirmed the value of the items through his Charity Rebate system.

    [The Charity Rebate system exp is full, it has leveled up.]

    [The rebate is now 30 times the value of items given.]

    Cherry informed him, delivering yet another good piece of news. Leon nodded, smirking. "Sweet."

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 Chapter 58 Rewards II

    "Now, should I get a class first, or should I open the Legendary boxes?" Leon pondered aloud.

    [It is suggested to select a class first and then open the boxes. Those boxes will resonate and adjust to offer items aligned with your chosen class,] Cherry advised. Leon nodded in agreement.

    "By the way, have these two," Leon casually said, passing one Legendary Item Box, the Legendary Skill Catalogue, and the Legendary Pet Egg to Roselia.

    "Huh?" Roselia looked confused at Leon''s generosity as she stared at the items in her hands.

    "Relax. I have my own set," Leon said with a small smile, holding up his share of the rebate items: another mythical Item Box, Skill Catalogue, and a Mythical Pet Egg.

    He got them after 30 times Rebate, since they were already peak of legendary, hence he got Mythical rebate.

    Roselia hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded, seeing Leon''s confidence. Together, they secured the treasures.

    "Now, Cherry, show me the new class paths that have opened up," Leon requested as he refocused his attention.

    [Here are your options, Host,] Cherry responded promptly.

    Available Classes:

    Arch Warlock

    Arch Sorcerer

    Grand Wizard

    Overlord

    Chromancer

    Necro Lord

    "Hm, what''s the difference between the three magic-based classes¡ªWarlock, Wizard, and Sorcerer?" Leon asked curiously, and Cherry immediately elaborated.

    Arch Warlock:

    Masters of forbidden and destructive magic. Warlocks specialize in pact-based magic, often harnessing powers from external entities or contracts.

    Strengths: High destructive potential, curse magic, and summoning abilities.

    Weaknesses: Relies on external forces, significant mana consumption, and cooldowns for pacts.

    Arch Sorcerer:

    Natural-born wielders of magic. Sorcerers are known for their instinctive control over raw mana and elemental forces.

    Strengths: Balanced offense and defense, powerful AoE spells, and mana efficiency.

    {Challenger has unlocked a Secondary Class Slot.}

    {Challenger''s Arune Ability has been identified.}

    {Congratulations, Challenger, for obtaining the class: World Destroying Berserker from Lord Shiva''s Lineage.}

    World Destroying Berserker:

    The class represents the wrath form of Lord Shiva, the God of Destruction. It grants unparalleled destructive power at the cost of sanity and self-control.

    Skills Gained:

    Tandav ¨C Dance of Destruction: A divine dance that unleashes waves of destruction around the user. It increases power exponentially with rage and can devastate entire regions.

    Effect: As host dance while fighting, power of all Skills increase by 1% for every second, while the Man consumption remains the same

    Cooldown : none

    Third Eye ¨C Eye of the Sage: A skill that grants omniscience for a short period. It allows the user to see through any illusion, identify weaknesses, and foresee enemy movements.

    Effect: Temporarily enhances perception and grants unparalleled insight.

    Current limit : 3 seconds

    Mana consumption : 1,000 points for each activation and then 100 mana for each second.

    Cooldown : 1 hour

    Body of Destruction: Enhances physical capabilities to divine levels while also increasing resilience and regenerative powers.

    Effect(passive): Grants a body that is resistant to 30% magical and physical damage.

    Meditation: A skill that allows the user to calm their mind, control their rage, and recover mental and physical fatigue. Essential to maintaining sanity.

    Effect: Reduces berserk status and regenerates stamina and mana while maintaining clarity.

    {Stat: Berserker is now available.}

    Current Berserker Points: 10.

    If Berserker Points exceed 80, Challenger will lose their sanity, and only destruction will occupy their mind.

    While Every point increase in Berserker also gives 1% increase in all stats.

    {To lower Berserker Points, please meditate and calm your mind.}

    Leon let out a slow breath as he processed the information. "A class born of destruction itself," he muttered. The sheer power of this class was overwhelming, but the dangers were clear¡ªlosing control could cost him everything. "I''ll need to focus on mastering Meditation. Otherwise, this class might destroy me before I destroy anything else."

 Chapter 59 Rewards III

    Leon looked at the list of skills, his eyes lingering on Tandav ¨C Dance of Destruction. The idea of dancing while fighting initially struck him as odd, but as he examined the skill closely, he realized it wasn''t traditional dancing¡ªit was a series of precise and deadly movements designed to maximize destruction with the trident.

    Skill: Tandav ¨C Dance of Destruction

    Type: Active Skill

    Description: A divine dance-like combat technique that blends fluid movements with devastating attacks. The user channels their rage and divine energy into rhythmic sequences, striking with overwhelming force and precision. Each step and strike amplifies the damage caused by the trident, creating shockwaves and destruction in a wide radius.

    Momentum Amplification: For every second the dance remains uninterrupted, the user''s attack power increases by 1%, stacking up to a maximum of 100%. Upon interruption, the boost resets.

    Skills of the Divine Trident Dance

    1. Heavenly Ripple Slash

    Effect: The user slams their trident into the ground mid-dance, releasing a ripple of divine energy.

    Damage: Deals 1500% of the user''s base attack as AoE damage within a 15-meter radius along with knock back effect.

    Additional Effects: Slows enemies'' movement speed by 30% and reduces their defense by 10% for 5 seconds.

    Mana Cost: 20% of total mana.

    Cooldown: 15 seconds.

    2. Celestial Wrath Strike

    Effect: A devastating finishing move where the user channels all accumulated power into a single trident thrust. This attack pierces through enemies, leaving a path of destruction.

    Damage: Deals 4000% of the user''s base attack in a straight line over 30 meters.@@@@

    Additional Effects: Leaves a burning trail that deals 10% of the user''s base attack as DoT(Damage over Time) for 5 seconds to all enemies within the line of attack.

    Mana Cost: 50% of total mana.

    Cooldown: 45 seconds.]

    Leon noted that the movements resembled a sword dance, a fighting style designed for agility and elegance, but here adapted for a trident. The thought of combining such grace with sheer destructive power intrigued him. He envisioned himself wielding the trident in smooth, sweeping arcs, unleashing shockwaves and obliterating everything in his path.

    "It''s not so much a dance as it is a flow of combat," Leon murmured. "Each movement feeds into the next, creating an unstoppable rhythm."

    Roselia, watching him, said with curiosity, "So, you''re planning to fight... while dancing?"

    Leon smirked. "It''s not the kind of dance you''re thinking of. It''s like... a blacksmith shaping metal. Each strike is calculated, each movement deliberate. The difference is, instead of a sword or hammer, I''ll be wielding a trident."

    Roselia''s lips twitched into a faint smile. "Sounds poetic, in a way. But if you master it, it will be an powerful move"

    Leon looked at the Trident of Destruction in his hand, its golden runes glowing faintly. "It''s going to take time," he admitted, "but if I can master this... I''ll turn battles into something no one will forget."

    He set the trident down and glanced at the other skills, but Tandav had already taken root in his mind. A combination of power and elegance¡ªdestruction and artistry. It suited him perfectly.

    [ Host, a new path has become available for your Primary Class, ] Cherry''s voice chimed in, interrupting Leon''s examination of his skills.

    [ Path: Sage of Destruction

    The Sage of Destruction represents the wisdom and calm aspect of Lord Shiva, combining immense magical prowess with unmatched mana regeneration. While destruction is still the core of its power, it is tempered with insight, precision, and mastery over destructive forces.]

    ¡ï Amplifies damage from all berserker-class abilities by 100%.

    ¡ï 15% chance to trigger Devastation Surge during normal attacks, creating a localized explosion dealing 3x damage.

    ¡ï Shares and synergizes effects of any Mythical or Legendary destruction-based artifacts it binds to.

    Unique Skill Gained: Wrath of Oblivion

    Channel the full power of the axe to unleash a massive destructive shockwave in a 50-meter radius, obliterating terrain and enemies alike.

    Cooldown: 6 hours.

    Description: Forged in the chaos of creation, this axe represents the pinnacle of destructive weaponry. It resonates with the user''s wrath, growing stronger the more chaos and ruin are unleashed. Its unparalleled craftsmanship makes it an artifact feared across dimensions.

    Weight: 3,100

    Conditions of Use: Exclusive to those with a destruction-aligned class or by surpassing 1,000 Strength.

    [ Skill: Annihilation Ray (Mythical)Type: Active

    Description: Channels a concentrated beam of destructive energy, erasing anything in its path. Perfect for wide-scale destruction or pinpoint annihilation.

    Mana Cost: 10,000 mana.

    Effects:

    Inflicts 1,000% True Damage, ignoring all defenses.

    Deals additional damage equal to 100% of the caster''s intelligence and 50% of their mana pool.

    Can be charged for greater area coverage and damage output.

    Chanting time : 20 seconds

    Cooldown : 1 hour ]

    Leon nodded seeing this as he shifted his focus on last one, the beautiful blue scaled egg.

    Leon held the glimmering egg in his hands, its surface smooth and radiating a faint blue glow. Intricate patterns resembling lightning streaks danced across the shell, giving it an almost ethereal beauty. Taking a deep breath, he pricked his finger with a sharp blade, allowing a single drop of blood to fall onto the egg.

    As soon as his blood touched the surface, the egg pulsed with life, emitting a soft, melodic hum. Fine cracks began to appear, spreading rapidly as the egg started to hatch. A radiant light burst forth, momentarily blinding Leon. When the glow subsided, he found a tiny creature in his palm.

    The newborn Naga was breathtaking. Her upper body resembled that of a young girl, with delicate features and long, shimmering hair cascading down her back. Her lower half transitioned seamlessly into a serpent''s tail, covered in iridescent, jewel-like scales that sparkled with shades of sapphire and silver. Her tiny form barely filled Leon''s palm, fragile and precious.

    The little Naga blinked her large, gem-like eyes, their vibrant blue hue holding a hint of curiosity. She tilted her head as she gazed up at Leon, her expression innocent and unguarded. Then, with a soft cooing sound, she slithered closer and wrapped her tiny arms around one of his fingers, holding it tightly in a baby-like embrace.

    Leon couldn''t help but smile, his heart softening at the sight of her. "So, this is my new companion," he said gently, his voice warm. He could feel the faint pulse of her tiny heart and the warmth of her fragile body against his skin.

    The Naga looked up again, her intelligence clearly undeveloped but her affection undeniable. Like a newborn, she clung to Leon, seeking comfort and security in his presence.

    "She''s just a baby," he murmured, marveling at her delicate form. "No combat abilities yet, but she''s perfect as she is."

    The little Naga made a soft, chirping sound, seemingly understanding his words. Leon''s smile deepened. "Don''t worry, little one. I''ll take care of you and help you grow into your potential."

    As he watched her snuggle into his palm, Leon felt a surge of determination. This small, innocent creature might one day become a force to be reckoned with, but for now, she was a reminder of the gentler, purer aspects of life in a world full of chaos.

 Chapter 60 1st Floor

    Seeing the little Naga nestled in Leon''s palm, Roselia stepped closer, her curiosity piqued. Gently, she extended a finger to pat the tiny creature. The newborn Naga squealed with delight, her gem-like eyes sparkling as she wriggled happily at the attention.

    "What does she eat?" Roselia asked, watching the Naga''s joyful reaction.

    Leon chuckled softly. "They''re primarily fruit eaters," he explained. "The Naga race might have a serpent-like appearance, but they''re predominantly herbivores. They value nature deeply and avoid harming it unnecessarily."

    Roselia raised an eyebrow. "So, they don''t eat meat at all?"

    "Well, it''s not that they can''t eat meat," Leon clarified, "but most of them prefer not to. They''re one of the most peaceful races you''ll find in the Tower. But if someone mistakes their peaceful nature for weakness..." He smirked knowingly. "Let''s just say they quickly realize their mistake. The Naga are mythical beings, after all. Their strength isn''t something to underestimate."

    Roselia nodded thoughtfully, her gaze shifting back to the little Naga. "I can already sense her power, even though she''s just a newborn," she said, her tone laced with awe.

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    Leon nodded in agreement. "That''s because every Naga is born with an elemental affinity¡ªat least one. The more elements they wield, the stronger they are. The Naga King, for instance, commands nine elements."

    Roselia''s eyes widened slightly. "Nine elements? That''s incredible. What about her?" She gestured toward the baby Naga clinging to Leon''s finger.@@@@

    "She has two elements: water and lightning," Leon replied, glancing at the tiny creature, who chirped softly as if proud of her abilities. "It''s a rare and powerful combination. She may only have two, but it''s more than enough for her to grow into something extraordinary."

    Roselia leaned closer, her expression softening. "She''s beautiful. And it''s clear she already adores you."

    Leon smiled, watching the baby Naga nuzzle against his palm. "Yeah," he said quietly, "and I''ll make sure she has everything she needs to thrive."

    "Why don''t you open your egg too?" Leon suggested, nodding toward the second egg as he watched Roselia.

    Roselia nodded back, her curiosity piqued. She carefully placed the egg on the table and bit her finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto its smooth surface. The egg absorbed the blood instantly, and faint cracks began to spiderweb across its surface.

    Watching the small Naga''s enthusiasm, Leon felt a sense of warmth and responsibility grow within him.

    After feeding Raiden and watching her fall into a peaceful sleep, Leon carefully placed her on his bed. The little Naga coiled slightly in her slumber, a soft smile on her tiny face as she dreamed. Stretching his arms, Leon murmured, "Well, time to head to the First Floor of the Tower."

    Roselia, sitting nearby, nodded as she watched over the baby Naga. "You can go. I''ll take care of her," she said, her tone gentle yet resolute. Leon smiled at her, grateful for her support.

    "Thanks," he said, grabbing his gear and making sure everything was in place. He secured his weapons, adjusted his armor, and took a deep breath. As he turned to leave, Roselia gave him a light nudge on the shoulder, smirking faintly.

    "Don''t get reckless," she teased.

    Leon chuckled. "I''ll try," he replied, stepping out of the room as he entered the portal.

    ***

    The Tower''s entrance bustled with activity as challengers from various races prepared for their journeys. The sight of so many beings gathered in one place was astounding. Elves with their graceful movements, beastmen with ears twitching atop their heads, and even lizardfolk carrying ornate spears walked past him. Among them were members of the rare Pandorian race, whose radiant skin seemed to shimmer under the light.

    Leon paused to take it all in. He hadn''t yet encountered this many diverse individuals since entering the Tower.

    As he approached a large, ornate sign, he read the inscription carved into its surface:

    "Welcome to the Beginner''s Town."

    The letters glowed faintly, a magical shimmer indicating its importance.

    "So this is where every journey begins," Leon muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the bustling streets ahead. Despite its name, the town had an air of mystery and potential. It was a place where the first steps of every climber''s journey were set, and where countless stories began.

    Taking a deep breath, Leon walked forward, ready to start his next adventure.

 Chapter 61 1st Floor II

    The First Floor of the Tower was a hub of activity, serving as a critical starting point for all climbers. Its vast expanse combined practicality with grandeur, creating a place where adventurers from every corner of the world could find their footing.

    The first place Leon found himself in was the Market area.

    The Market Area was a vibrant and sprawling center of trade, buzzing with life as climbers from all walks of life bartered, browsed, and haggled. Colorful banners and canopies stretched across the open streets, casting shifting shadows over the bustling crowd. Vendors, each more animated than the next, shouted out to advertise their unique wares, their voices blending into a harmonious cacophony that spoke of opportunity and ambition.@@@@

    The wide cobblestone streets were flanked by rows of stalls, each offering an array of items tailored to meet the needs of Tower climbers. Basic provision vendors sold dried meats, bread, and water skins, all essential for survival in the Tower''s unpredictable environments. A few stalls specialized in restorative potions, their liquids glowing faintly in the sunlight, boasting benefits like increased strength, quicker reflexes, and rapid healing. The potions were neatly arranged in rows, their bright colors catching the eyes of passing adventurers.

    Blacksmiths were hard at work, their hammers ringing against anvils as they shaped glowing metal into swords, axes, and shields. Some had weapons displayed on racks¡ªgleaming swords adorned with runes, bows reinforced with monster sinew, and armor imbued with defensive enchantments. Each piece seemed tailored to a specific race or fighting style, catering to the diverse needs of climbers. The rhythmic clang of metal blended seamlessly with the hum of conversation, making the air hum with purpose and potential.

    Further into the market, a few stalls stood out with their exotic offerings. Enchanted accessories, like rings that boosted mana regeneration or necklaces that increased resistance to poison, sparkled under the sunlight, their allure undeniable. Vendors selling magical scrolls proudly displayed parchment imbued with elemental spells, offering instant power to those who could afford it. Monster hunters had set up shop as well, showcasing rare materials from the Tower''s higher floors¡ªfangs, claws, and hides that pulsed faintly with residual energy. Adventurers crowded these stalls, debating the value of a monster''s venom sac or the utility of a basilisk''s petrified eye.

    The air was thick with the enticing aroma of food, luring climbers to pause and indulge. Roasted meats, spiced skewers, and sizzling sausages were grilled on open flames, their juices dripping into the fire and releasing mouthwatering scents. Sweet pastries glazed with honey and dusted with powdered sugar tempted passersby with their golden sheen. A few vendors offered regional delicacies, such as fermented drinks, spiced soups, and fruits preserved in syrup. For the more adventurous, some stalls specialized in dishes made from Tower-specific ingredients, like the tender meat of Floor 5 Flame Boars or broths brewed with Moonlit Mushrooms from Floor 7.

    Musicians dotted the market, their lively tunes adding to the energetic atmosphere. Drummers, lute players, and flutists entertained climbers, often earning a few coins for their efforts. Street performers showcased their skills: an elemental mage conjuring miniature firework displays, a rogue performing acrobatic stunts, and a beast tamer showing off their trained pets to the delight of onlookers. The crowd surged with excitement, and laughter filled the air, giving the market an almost festival-like ambiance.

    Leon moved through the bustling hub, his eyes scanning the stalls and the crowd, taking in the sights, sounds, and scents. Each step brought a new temptation¡ªa dazzling weapon, a glimmering trinket, or the promise of a meal unlike any he had tasted before.

    Leon casually bought a meat stick as he continued his tour to next area which was the inn section. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire

    Creak!!

    The sudden opening of the door silenced the entire room. All eyes turned toward the newcomers as Leon and Roselia also shifted their attention.

    The figures who entered were adorned in oversized robes, the hoods drawn low to obscure their faces, leaving only glimpses visible through the shadows.

    "They''re from the Saint Race... from the 130th floor," someone whispered, though the hushed words carried enough weight to be heard across the silent room, including by Leon and Roselia.

    "But what are they doing here?"

    "Don''t you know? There''s a human with an Ex-Rating in the trial right now," another person whispered urgently. "He''s being courted by all the major races!"

    "I heard some races are even offering to change his race entirely using the Chalice of Transformation," added another, their tone laced with awe and envy.

    Leon''s sharp eyes scanned the room as he took in the murmurs, watching as the Saint Race figures gracefully took their seats without sparing a glance at the attention they were drawing.

    Roselia, observing them closely, frowned as a faint smirk played at her lips. "They reek," she thought to herself, her disdain sharp. She knew all too well¡ªthese so-called ''saints'' weren''t heroes as others might believe. To her, they were beings full of quiet ambition and veiled conviction, far from the purity their name implied.

    Leon said nothing, his gaze lingering on the cloaked figures before returning to his meal, his mind already piecing together the implications of their presence.

 Chapter 62 Rating Implications

    It was already evening as Leon and Roselia strolled side by side through a beautiful park. The setting sun cast a warm golden hue over the surroundings, the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds creating a tranquil atmosphere.

    "It''s troublesome," Leon muttered suddenly, his voice low but clear in Roselia''s mind, their magical connection allowing for effortless telepathic communication.

    "Yeah, who knew getting an Ex-Rating would be this much of a hassle?" Roselia replied, rolling her eyes in exasperation. Leon let out a soft snicker at her response.

    "Don''t start," he warned, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

    The entire day had been nothing short of chaotic. Everywhere they went, people had been buzzing about his Ex-Rating. He wasn''t fond of the attention, especially since he believed he wouldn''t have achieved it without Roselia''s support.

    "Just cheer up," Roselia said with a smirk. "It''s not that bad. At least no one knows your real name as a challenger."

    Leon nodded, relieved at the thought. Thankfully, he had registered under a different name, keeping his true identity hidden. If he hadn''t, he''d likely already be swarmed by races eager to recruit him¡ªoffering everything from power to the promise of transformation into their own kin.

    "Smart move on that part," he murmured, glancing at Roselia, whose grin widened.

    "Of course," she said smugly. "Where would you be without me?"

    Leon chuckled softly, but as his gaze shifted to the fading sunlight, his expression grew thoughtful. The road ahead would only grow more complicated, but for now, he allowed himself this brief moment of peace in the park.

    ****

    The next morning, Leon awoke to find Roselia lying naked by his side, her hair splayed across the pillow and her breathing soft and even. The events of the previous night played in his mind, and he let out a quiet chuckle.

    "Well, I guess last night I went a bit too far," he muttered to himself as he carefully slid out of bed, ensuring not to disturb her. Stretching his arms, he grabbed his clothes and made his way out of the room.

    He soon returned to his Arune Room, where an amusing sight greeted him: the little Naga and the black dragon playing together. The two had become fast friends, though their play often bordered on chaotic. The black dragon, with her sleek scales and fiery red-tipped claws, occasionally let out bursts of flame or left small scorch marks on the floor. Meanwhile, Naga¡ªwho Leon had named Aqua Raiden¡ªenthusiastically countered with streaks of aqua lightning, making the room flicker with light.

    Leon leaned against the doorway, watching them for a moment. The camaraderie between the two was undeniable, though it wasn''t without its hiccups. Raiden''s playful zaps, despite being unintentional, often ended up singeing the black dragon''s scales. Though the volcanic dragon was largely resistant to electricity, the unexpected jolts clearly annoyed her, earning playful but dramatic growls. Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire

    When one particularly strong spark made the black dragon yelp and tumble over, she let out a loud whine. Leon sighed, stepping forward to scoop up the tiny dragon, who immediately began crying.

    Leon and Roselia approached the main desk, where a sharp-eyed receptionist greeted them with a practiced smile. "Welcome to the Ascender Association. How can I assist you today?" she asked, her tone polite but efficient.

    "We''re here to register," Leon said, his voice steady. "We''d like to make it official and begin our climb."

    The receptionist nodded and gestured toward a glowing tablet embedded in the desk. "Please place your hand here for identification and mana resonance scanning. Once we have your details, you''ll be officially registered as climbers."

    Leon went first, pressing his palm against the tablet. A soft hum filled the air as the device scanned him, displaying a complex matrix of runes and data. The receptionist''s eyebrows raised slightly as she noted the results but quickly masked her surprise.

    "Ex-rank potential," she murmured under her breath, before looking up at Leon with a slightly more formal tone. "Impressive. You''re all set."

    Leon didn''t mind her getting his rating info. as Ascender association never leaks information, as no one can pressure them , after all above the Ascender association of tower is the Tower manager himself and there is only one, he is like a God to all Ascenders and is also very particular about rules and such.

    So, he knew there is no way his information from here might get leaked.

    "Can you also just mention S-rank potential on my Ascender card?" Leon asked, his tone calm yet firm.

    The receptionist looked at him for a moment before replying, "That will require a VIP subscription."

    Leon nodded without hesitation. "Very well, please sign me up for one."

    "That will be 10,000 gold coins," she informed him, her professional demeanor unwavering.

    Leon reached into his spatial pouch and pulled out an exquisitely crafted dagger with a faint, otherworldly glow. It was clearly an Epic-grade weapon, its blade etched with runes that shimmered faintly in the ambient light. He handed it to her.

    "I''ll auction this through the Association''s channel. I believe this should cover the cost," he said confidently.

    The receptionist''s eyes widened slightly as she examined the weapon, her trained gaze quickly appraising its worth. "Yes, this dagger is exceptional. Based on its quality, we estimate it could fetch at least 13,500 gold coins. That will more than cover the VIP subscription fee."

    Leon nodded in agreement as the receptionist efficiently processed his registration. After a few moments, she handed him his updated Ascender card, which now proudly displayed his VIP status along with his potential marked as S-rank.

    "Here you go. Your VIP status is active, and your potential has been masked as requested. If there''s anything else you need, feel free to ask," she said, her tone now tinged with a hint of respect.

    Leon took the card and slipped it into his pocket, giving her a polite nod. "Thank you."

 Chapter 63 First Quest

    "Why did you change the potential rank on the card?" Roselia asked as they stepped out of the Ascender Association. Unlike Leon, she didn''t need a card, being his familiar.

    "This Ascender card provides some useful perks," Leon explained. "For example, we can access high-class inns and other exclusive services. It also works as a pass, so if we show it at certain places, they''ll open doors for us based on the points and rank displayed on it. Since I''ll have to use the card often, I made sure my real rating is protected from probing."

    "And S-rank potential?" Roselia inquired with a raised eyebrow.

    "It''s a safe middle ground¡ªimpressive but not too over-the-top. Just enough to avoid unwanted attention while still earning respect," Leon replied casually.

    Roselia glanced at his card and pointed at the displayed points. "Right now, we have zero points."

    Leon chuckled lightly. "Yes, we''ll need to complete our first quest soon. Can''t stay at zero points for more than a week; it''ll look bad."

    In this Tower, climbers didn''t need to conquer floors or complete grand quests immediately. Instead, the system functioned like a game, where points were essential for progress. Each floor had its own set of challenges, and climbers needed to accumulate points to advance. To reach the second floor, Leon needed 100 points. For the third floor, it would require 200 points, and so on.

    "My Ascender rank is also gray," Leon said, looking at the plain gray card in his hand.

    Ascenders had ranks, similar to a prestige system. New registrants started at Level Zero, or Gray Rank, and climbed the ladder by earning points and completing quests. Leon''s card would eventually evolve from Iron Gray to Bronze, then Silver, and so on.

    "I need 1,000 points to reach Bronze Rank," he mumbled, checking the rank-up requirements displayed on the card.

    Roselia smirked. "Well, better get to work then. No one likes a rookie."

    Leon sighed but couldn''t suppress a small smile. "Yeah, let''s start earning those points."

    "Let''s go and see what the first quest we can take is," Leon said as they approached the towering structure of the Quest Hall. Like the Ascender Association, it was a major institution tied to the Tower''s workings. The enormous dome-shaped building exuded authority and purpose, with streams of climbers entering and exiting its broad, arched doors.

    Inside, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. Adventurers of varying levels discussed strategies, haggled over quest details, and formed groups to tackle the challenges ahead. The hall was divided into sections, with boards designated for climbers of different ranks.

    Leon and Roselia made their way to the Gray Board, a section reserved for Gray Rank climbers¡ªthose just starting their journey. Regardless of their personal strength, climbers could only accept quests that matched their rank. The board was filled with papers detailing missions ranging from simple delivery tasks to minor monster hunts.

    "Hm, I think this one will do," Roselia said, reaching out to grab a quest sheet. Just as her fingers touched the paper, she bumped into someone.

    She frowned and stepped back, turning to see who it was. Her gaze met a tall, imposing figure. The man was bald, with four muscular arms and skin the color of cerulean, giving him an alien, almost otherworldly appearance. His grin was wide, but there was nothing friendly about it.

    "Ahhh! Now you''ve done it!" he bellowed, his anger boiling over as he attempted to close the gap between them. His movements were wild and aggressive, but Roselia''s precision and agility kept her out of reach.

    Before Derub could land another blow, Leon stepped in. In a single swift motion, he pulled Roselia into his arms and leaped away, creating distance between them and their enraged opponent.

    "What are you doing?" Roselia asked, slightly flustered by the sudden act, though she relaxed in his hold.

    "Let''s not cause too much of a commotion. For now, let it rest," Leon said firmly, his voice calm but decisive. He placed her gently on the ground, ensuring she was steady before stepping back.

    Roselia nodded, understanding his reasoning. She adjusted her cloak, brushing off the lingering tension, and walked with Leon to the receptionist''s desk to register their chosen quest.

    Behind them, Derub was still shouting, clutching at his face where the void flames had scorched his skin. Roselia had aimed carefully, ensuring the flames struck near his eyes, a calculated move to disorient and partially blind him.

    Leon glanced back momentarily at the raging man but decided against engaging further. "At our current level, he''s not worth wasting energy on," he said quietly to Roselia. "Unless we want to reveal our full power and attract unnecessary attention, it''s best to let him stew."

    Roselia nodded as Leon''s registration was completed.

    "But to think you would directly take an SSS-Rank quest," Leon sighed, glancing at the paper in her hand. "We''re supposed to keep a low profile for now, at least until we gain a few levels. Showing near-Level 50 strength while at Level 0 is outright painting a target on our backs. There are too many people on the 1st floor hunting for fame."

    Roselia shrugged nonchalantly as Leon picked up another quest. This time, it was an A-Rank. He glanced over the details and handed it to the receptionist for registration.

    "Are you sure?" Roselia asked, noticing two more A-Rank quests on the board. "You can only take three quests at a time, and if any of them aren''t completed, you won''t be able to accept others until the penalties are cleared."

    Leon nodded, unconcerned. "It''s fine. Just get them registered," he said.

    The receptionist, a bit skeptical, shrugged and began processing the requests.

    "Also," she added, "if you don''t complete the SSS-Rank quest within six months, you''ll be fined 10,000 Gold Coins."

    "Noted," Leon replied without hesitation, his calm demeanor unshaken.

    Once the receptionist finished registering all three quests, she handed back the updated Ascender Card, now reflecting the accepted tasks.

    "Let''s go," Leon said, turning to Roselia. "We''ll finish this first A-Rank quest first. Once that''s done, we can move on to the SSS-Rank. That way, no one will suspect anything."

    Roselia nodded at the strategy. "Works for me."

 Chapter 64 First Quest II

    "This is our destination," Leon said, gazing ahead at a worn-down and crumbling castle. The structure loomed before them, its ominous aura casting long shadows in the fading light.

    "This is the first quest location," he explained. "It''s a dungeon called Red Skeleton King''s Hall. Our task is simple: kill the Red Skeleton King and bring back its crown as proof."

    Roselia nodded, her gaze fixed on the eerie castle. The faint sound of distant whispers and the occasional clatter of bones added to the ominous atmosphere.

    Having left the town where they began their journey, the duo had trekked for hours to reach this place. The path leading here was desolate, with little sign of life other than the occasional scavenger bird circling overhead.

    The dungeon entrance stood wide open, an archway covered in moss and age-old carvings. The faint glow of red light spilled out from within, pulsating like a heartbeat.

    "Seems straightforward enough," Roselia said, stretching her arms as if preparing for a light workout. "Do you think this King will pose any real threat?"

    Leon smirked, adjusting the weapon strapped to his side as the faint glow of runes on his wrist pulsed rhythmically. "It''s an A-Rank quest, so we shouldn''t underestimate it. But it''s nothing we can''t handle."

    "It''s an A-Rank quest, which means it''s around Level 40, right?" Roselia asked, her tone curious yet confident.

    Leon nodded. "Yeah, it''s near that level range. Specifically, the Red Skeleton King is a Level 45 King-class monster. And as you know, monsters like that are roughly equivalent to Level 60 in human standards."

    Roselia nodded in understanding, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her weapon. Monsters, like humans, had classifications and potential ranks. The standard hierarchy included Common, Uncommon, Elite, Rare, Lord, Noble, Prince, King, and Saint-class monsters. Beyond these ranks were legendary classes, but they were typically only found on floors exceeding Level 100.

    "Good to know," Roselia said with a smirk. "Makes this more exciting."

    Leon chuckled. "Just don''t let your excitement get us killed."

    With that, they stepped into the dilapidated castle, its eerie silence broken only by the faint clatter of shifting bones. The air inside was heavy with the stench of decay, and faint crimson light illuminated the hallways, casting long, ominous shadows.

    The adventure had officially begun.

    As Leon and Roselia moved deeper into the castle, their footsteps echoed against the cracked stone walls. The air seemed to pulse with a faint energy, a sure sign of the dungeon''s magic at work.

    "This place reeks of death," Roselia muttered, wrinkling her nose. "And I mean that literally."

    "Typical for a dungeon tied to skeletons," Leon replied, his voice steady. He glanced at the glowing runes on the wall, etched in an ancient language he partially understood. "The Red Skeleton King thrives on death energy. The more undead minions we face, the stronger he might be."

    Roselia gripped her weapon tighter, her fiery aura sparking faintly to life. "Then let''s clear them out before he gets too cocky."

    Suddenly, a clattering sound echoed from the shadows ahead. Emerging from the darkness were skeletal warriors, their eyes glowing an ominous red. Each held rusted weapons that looked fragile but radiated dark energy.

    "There''s our welcoming committee," Leon said, drawing his blade. The runes on his wrist flared brighter, and his weapon crackled with energy. "Let''s make this quick."

    Leon smirked, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the attack. "Level 45, huh? Big swings, lots of power... but nothing we can''t handle."

    Roselia spun her spear in her hands, her flames flickering as she prepared to strike. "Let''s not get cocky. That was just a warm-up."

    The Skeleton King didn''t wait for them to make the next move. It lifted its greatsword with surprising speed for its massive frame and charged forward, the ground trembling beneath its skeletal feet. Its sword cleaved through the air in a wide horizontal arc, aiming to cut them both down in one swing.

    Leon ducked low, rolling to the side as the blade whooshed over him. Roselia leaped into the air, using the momentum to launch a fireball directly at the King''s skull.

    The flames exploded on contact, but the Skeleton King didn''t even flinch. Its hollow eye sockets glowed brighter, and with a guttural growl, it retaliated, swinging its sword in a vicious upward slash aimed at Roselia.

    "Roselia!" Leon shouted, his body already moving.

    Before the blade could reach her, Roselia twisted mid-air, narrowly avoiding the attack. She landed gracefully, her spear now wreathed in violet flames. "Thanks, but I don''t need saving yet."

    Leon chuckled, drawing his blade as the runes on it began to glow. "Good, because I''m about to make this thing regret swinging at you."

    The Skeleton King growled again, raising its hand to summon reinforcements. From the cracks in the ground, skeletal warriors began clawing their way to the surface, surrounding Leon and Roselia.

    Leon''s smirk widened as he readied his weapon. "Ah, reinforcements. Perfect. I was just getting bored."

    Roselia stepped closer, her flames flaring to life in a circle around her. "You take the grunts. I''ll handle the big guy."

    "Deal," Leon replied, his blade crackling with energy. He dashed toward the skeletal warriors, cutting them down with swift, precise strikes.

    Roselia, meanwhile, focused on the Red Skeleton King. "Let''s see how you like this!" she shouted, unleashing a torrent of violet flames. The fire engulfed the King, forcing it to shield itself with its greatsword. The heat scorched the throne room, but the King emerged from the flames, its armor glowing red-hot but otherwise unharmed.

    "Stubborn, aren''t you?" Roselia muttered, gripping her spear tighter.

    The Red Skeleton King roared again, its eyes blazing with fury. It raised its greatsword, and this time, dark energy began to swirl around it, condensing into a massive, malevolent aura.

    Leon glanced back, finishing off the last skeleton. "Roselia, watch out! That attack''s not just for show!"

    "I noticed," she replied, her own aura intensifying. "Let''s see which burns brighter¡ªyour death energy or my flames."

    Leon, after blasting apart some skeleton heads with his sword, shifted to Aether Magic. With a flick of his hand, he unleashed small bursts of concentrated energy at the undead minions. Aether, being a highly destructive form of magic, worked wonders as the skeletons'' heads popped like balloons with each strike.

    After dealing with the minions, Leon calmly stood to the side, observing Roselia as she engaged the Skeleton King. He crossed his arms, watching her precise movements and fiery attacks, but something caught his eye¡ªsomething unusual.

    His brow furrowed as he scanned the throne room again. There was something off, something that hadn''t been mentioned in the quest details or the information they''d received beforehand.

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    With the Eye of Sage, Leon''s vision sharpened, revealing the hidden flows of worldly energy. As he studied the Red Skeleton King, he noticed something peculiar¡ªa thin red line connecting the king to an ornate painting hanging behind the throne.

    He is currently suing the passive of Eye of Sage not the Active skill allowing him to see this hidden detail.

    "Is this... a necromancy tether?" Leon thought, his eyes narrowing. The line pulsed faintly, hinting that the Skeleton King''s power and life force were being sustained by something¡ªor someone¡ªelse beyond the painting.

    "Roselia, finish him quickly!" Leon commanded, his tone urgent.

    Roselia didn''t hesitate. She jumped back gracefully, raising her palms as a dense, dark aura began to swirl around her. Concentrating, she molded the void flames into a miniature violet sun that pulsated ominously in her hands. The room grew darker as the intense energy threatened to consume everything nearby.

    "Void Ray!" she declared, her voice firm as she unleashed the condensed void energy. A powerful beam shot forward, striking the Red Skeleton King directly in the chest, where its life gem was embedded.

    The impact was cataclysmic. The gem shattered instantly, obliterated in a single blow, as the Skeleton King roared in defiance. The flames consumed its form, reducing it to nothing but ashes within moments.

    Leon, however, kept his gaze locked on the painting. The red line snapped, and the glow behind the artwork flickered violently.

    "Something''s not right," Leon muttered, taking a cautious step closer to the ornate painting.

    While Roselia picked up the Red Crown from the remains of the Skeleton King, she tucked it into her Spatial Ring before turning to follow Leon. She noticed his intense focus on the painting.@@@@

    "Do you like paintings?" she asked tilting her head, seeing how deeply he was staring at it.

    Leon didn''t respond immediately. Instead, his gaze remained sharp, analyzing every detail of the frame and the strange energy radiating from it. Without a word, he brought his hand up, channeling Aether Magic. Concentrating the energy into a sharp blade of light, he slashed cleanly across the painting.

    The canvas tore, revealing a hidden doorway behind it. A faint hum emanated from the uncovered entrance as ancient runes flickered to life.

    Roselia''s eyes lit up with excitement. "This is a hidden room! If no one else knows about it, we might find something really valuable inside," she said, her voice brimming with anticipation.

    Leon nodded, his expression serious. "Back with the Red Skeleton King, if the boss was left undefeated for more than a month, rewards would regenerate for the next challengers. In this case, though, it''s a ''Daily'' quest. The Skeleton King''s death would''ve led to nothing but destruction of the area, with no treasures left behind."

    "But now that we''ve found this hidden place..." Roselia continued his thought, "it means this wasn''t just an A-Rank quest. There might be something rare¡ªa weapon, skill tomes, or unique artifacts¡ªwaiting for us inside."

    Leon stepped forward cautiously, his Eye of Sage scanning for any signs of traps or hidden mechanisms. "Let''s tread carefully," he warned, glancing at Roselia. "This could be the real treasure the quest was hiding."

    Roselia nodded in agreement, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her weapon. As they crossed the threshold, Leon suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere. The air thickened, and an invisible energy pulsed around them. Roselia stopped, her eyes narrowing as she took in the surroundings.

    "A secret realm," she said, her voice steady but alert. Leon nodded, confirming her observation.

    "Let''s hope it''s not a powerful one," he muttered, scanning the strange new environment for clues.

    "Also don''t think of me as an pushover, if you guys had even a bit , tiny little bit of malice, you guys won''t had made it alive here" he added.

    Leon frowned. "What are you implying?"

    Theodore chuckled again. "The corridor you walked through wasn''t unguarded. It contained 999 traps."

    Leon stiffened. "What? My Eye of Sage detected nothing."

    "Ah, the first trap," Theodore said, stroking his beard. "It''s a mana-sealing ward. The moment you entered this secret realm, all external skills and mana detection were rendered useless. Without realizing it, you were stripped of your tools."

    "Also the second trap, it make people think they are still using their skills and abilities, which in fact is sealed" Old Man said scaring the hell out of them.

    Both Leon and Roselia instinctively checked their mana reserves, only to realize they couldn''t access them.

    Theodore continued, "Had you been malicious, you would''ve triggered the traps immediately. But as you are not, I allowed you to reach me."

    Leon gritted his teeth but nodded slowly. "Alright. What do you want from us?"

    The old alchemist''s eyes gleamed. "Knowledge. I need aid in my research to unlock the secrets of true revival. Help me, and you may gain alchemical secrets beyond your imagination. Refuse, and... well, let''s just say the way out will be far more perilous than the way in."

    Roselia glanced at Leon, her expression unreadable. "What''s your call?"

    Leon sighed, his mind racing. Despite his skepticism, he knew an opportunity like this could not be ignored. "Alright, old man. You''ve got our attention. Let''s hear what you need."

    Theodore''s smile widened, and for a moment, the room seemed to hum with latent energy.

    Theodore''s calm expression didn''t waver as he explained, "This body of mine is researching the secrets of the undead. To further my studies, I require the bones of all the Skeleton Kings present on this floor."

    "What?" Leon blinked, his voice rising in disbelief. "Are you crazy?"

    "Do you hear yourself?" Roselia added, crossing her arms. "That''s a ridiculous task!"

    Their reaction was justified. Each floor of this dungeon was an enormous, sprawling space¡ªover 10,000 kilometers in size. The sheer scale was mind-boggling, and there was no telling how many undead creatures¡ªor Skeleton Kings¡ªinhabited it. Undertaking this quest would mean spending centuries scouring the floor.

    Theodore chuckled at their protests. "Ah, you misunderstand. I''m not asking you to gather them all in one go. That would indeed be madness. I merely need the bones of the True Skeleton King, the strongest on this floor. He holds the essence of all other Skeleton Kings. His defeat will yield the unique core I require."

    Leon''s frown deepened. "The True Skeleton King? And where exactly do we find this so-called ultimate undead?"

    Theodore''s smile turned mysterious. "Ah, he is hidden within another secret realm¡ªone that only those with sufficient strength and wit can uncover. However, be warned: he is of Legendary Grade, far above the ordinary foes you''ve faced thus far."

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    Roselia''s expression shifted to one of concern. "Legendary Grade? Are you sending us to our deaths?"

    "Not at all," Theodore replied with a wave of his hand. "I''ll provide you with a map leading to the secret realm, as well as detailed information about its layout. Additionally, I''ll grant you six months to prepare. Use this time wisely¡ªgrow stronger, collect resources, and raise your level. "

    Leon and Roselia exchanged glances. Six months was a generous amount of time, but the idea of facing a Legendary Grade monster still weighed heavily.

    Roselia let out a frustrated sigh. "Why don''t you get it yourself, then? You''re the great Alchemist King, aren''t you?"

    "This body is... limited," Theodore admitted, tapping his chest. "It cannot leave this laboratory. My abilities are tied to this space, and while I have knowledge and power here, I''m unable to act beyond these walls. That''s where you come in."

    Leon pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let me guess: you''re not offering this for free, are you?"

    "Of course not," Theodore said, his eyes twinkling.

    "I will bestow upon you the first part of my legacy. This includes advanced alchemy techniques and access to unique crafting methods that cannot be found anywhere else."@@@@

    Leon''s interest was piqued, but he kept his expression neutral. "The first part, huh? What about the rest of your legacy?"

    Theodore smirked. "Complete this task, and we''ll discuss the next steps. For now, consider this a test of your worthiness."

    Roselia sighed but nodded. "Fine. If we''re going to do this, we''ll need everything you can give us for preparation."

    "Agreed," Leon said, crossing his arms. "Provide us the map and whatever else we''ll need."

    Theodore waved his hand, and a glowing map materialized in front of them, floating gently into Leon''s grasp. "Here it is. Use it well. I trust you''ll not disappoint me."

    Leon studied the map briefly before tucking it into his storage ring. He glanced at Roselia, who nodded in silent agreement.

    "Six months, huh?" Leon muttered. "Time to see how much stronger we can get."

    The Cerulean man, undeterred by Leon''s calm response, smirked arrogantly. "Who do you think you are?" he sneered, taking a step forward.

    Ryoken''s eyes flickered for a moment, remembering the events that led them here. It had all started a few days ago when a Demoness, in her wrath, had burned off his own brother Ryoma''s face, causing him to take his brother and get revenge for his brother.

    But Leon had seen this before. "I don''t have time for weaklings," he said, his tone even colder. "But if you''re asking for it... fine."

    He activated his Berserk State with a wave of his hand, his power surging. His aura intensified as his anger boiled just beneath the surface. The air around him seemed to crackle with electricity. "Berserk State: 13 points," Leon muttered under his breath, his body becoming more attuned to the bloodlust.

    Knowing the Cerulean group aren''t going to back off, Leon activated his most powerful ability as he is still in single digit while the leader cerulean is over level 60.

    The fight unfolded quickly, with Leon activating his Berserk State almost immediately. His body surged with raw power, the familiar rush of energy coursing through his veins. His pupils contracted, the veins in his neck visibly pulsing as his muscles tensed with heightened strength. The air around him seemed to vibrate, crackling with the intensity of his aura. It was as though the world had slowed down, the only thing moving at full speed was Leon and the Cerulean man, locked in their deadly dance. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

    The Cerulean man, momentarily taken aback by the sheer aura of Leon''s transformation, hesitated for only a second¡ªjust enough for Leon to close the gap. Leon moved with lightning speed, faster than the man could track, his body a blur. A sharp jab to the Cerulean man''s midsection left him winded, his breath catching in his throat. He staggered back, attempting to regain his footing, but Leon was already closing in.

    "Is that all you''ve got?" Leon taunted, his voice cold, the confidence in his tone mocking the man''s attempts to retaliate.

    With a guttural growl, the Cerulean man swung his fist toward Leon, hoping to catch him off guard. But Leon was already prepared. He ducked under the wild punch and, in one fluid motion, swept the man''s legs out from under him with a low kick, sending him crashing to the ground. The Cerulean man''s back hit the stone floor with a resounding thud, but he was quick to recover, rolling back to his feet in a desperate attempt to keep the fight alive.

    Leon watched with unamused eyes, his posture relaxed despite the brutality of his strikes. The Berserk State enhanced not only his strength but his reflexes as well, making him nearly impossible to land a blow on. Every punch, every strike from the Cerulean man was effortlessly evaded, as if Leon were always one step ahead.

    The Cerulean man, growing frustrated, began to attack in rapid succession, his fists blurring with speed as he tried to overwhelm Leon. However, Leon was calm and methodical. He deflected one blow with a casual twist of his wrist and countered with a devastating elbow strike to the man''s ribs. The crack of bone could be heard as the Cerulean man gasped in pain, clutching his side.

    "You''re slow," Leon said with a hint of amusement, barely breaking a sweat as he sidestepped another wild punch.

    The Cerulean man''s eyes burned with fury, but it was clear that he was struggling to keep up. Each time he made a move, Leon seemed to predict it, countering or dodging with ease. The weight of Leon''s power was oppressive, and the Cerulean man''s movements became increasingly erratic. Desperation seeped into his strikes, his attacks no longer having the precision they once did.

    In one final desperate attempt, the Cerulean man launched himself forward, hoping to tackle Leon to the ground. But Leon was ready. With a swift movement, he sidestepped the charge, grabbed the Cerulean man by the arm, and twisted it behind his back. The man yelped in pain as Leon held him in a painful lock.

    "You''ve lost," Leon whispered in his ear, his grip tightening just enough to make the man realize he was at his mercy.

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    In one final desperate attempt, the Cerulean man launched himself forward, hoping to tackle Leon to the ground. But Leon was ready. With a swift movement, he sidestepped the charge, grabbed the Cerulean man by the arm, and twisted it behind his back. The man yelped in pain as Leon held him in a painful lock.

    "You''ve lost," Leon whispered in his ear, his grip tightening just enough to make the man realize he was at his mercy.

    With a flick of his wrist, Leon sent the Cerulean man flying through the air, his body slamming into a nearby wall with a sickening crash. The impact was so forceful that the wall cracked under the weight of the blow, and the Cerulean man crumpled to the ground, his body limp and defeated.

    Leon stood over him, breathing steadily, his expression still as cold as ever. He glanced down at the fallen man, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

    "Tell your brother I said ''hello,''" Leon said nonchalantly, as though this had all been just another day for him.

    Hearing Leon taunt, Ryoken gritted his teeth but kept his head down, knowing he is mocking him as he came to cover up his brother but was defeated instead.

    The Cerulean man could barely lift his head, his pride shattered and his body in agony. His attempts to rise were futile; his limbs refused to obey him. The fight was over.

    Roselia, who had been observing the entire battle with keen eyes, couldn''t help but admire Leon''s composure. He controlled his strength well, even when he didn''t let the destruction energy from his Berserk state overtake him, perfectly channeling it.

    Though Leon didn''t show much effort, she noticed when the Cerulean man glared at her, Leon''s anger seemed to increase. It was almost like a double-edged sword; had he been calm, he would have just ignored them, but instead, he beat the Cerulean man to a pulp, leaving him helpless on the ground, watched over by Roselia.

    As Leon and Roselia began to walk away from the defeated Cerulean man, the atmosphere around them remained tense. The sound of the man''s labored breathing echoed in the space, but neither Leon nor Roselia paid him any more attention. Leon''s confidence remained unshaken, but his mind was already moving forward¡ªhis focus returning to their mission and the tasks ahead.

    Roselia walked by his side, her expression unreadable. She had seen Leon in his Berserk State before, but it always amazed her how quickly he could shift from pure destruction to calm composure. It was as if the violence was a natural extension of him¡ªsomething he could control with ease, but something he always put away when no longer needed.@@@@

    "You''re always so... efficient," Roselia remarked, breaking the silence as they walked.

    Leon''s lips twitched into a slight smile, though it didn''t reach his eyes. "I don''t waste time on things that aren''t worth my effort."

    Roselia glanced at him but said nothing, her silence conveying her trust. She knew Leon wouldn''t push himself recklessly, but she also understood the weight of mastering such potent abilities.

    As they stood at the threshold of the Plague King''s Castle, the massive iron gates creaked open, seemingly of their own accord. A suffocating wave of necrotic energy spilled out, heavy and oppressive, as if warning them to turn back.

    Leon tightened his grip on the staff, its light flaring briefly in defiance of the darkness. "Let''s finish this," he said, stepping forward into the castle''s shadowy depths, Roselia following close behind.

    Inside, the air was thick with decay, and the faint sound of shuffling footsteps echoed in the distance. The walls were lined with grotesque tapestries depicting scenes of death and plague, their vibrant reds and greens dulled by centuries of neglect.

    "This place is worse than the last one," Roselia said, scrunching her nose in disgust as she glanced around the decayed, flesh-ridden interior. The faint squelching of decomposing matter underfoot didn''t help her unease.

    "They were just bones; these are revolting piles of rotting flesh," Leon replied with a shrug. With a quick motion, he cast Refresh, a minor utility spell designed to cleanse the air of odors. A soft, invigorating breeze swept through the area, momentarily dispelling the stench of decay.

    "Much better," Roselia said, exhaling in relief as she lowered the hand covering her nose.

    Leon smirked. "Better than fighting while holding your breath, at least," he chuckled, his lighthearted tone cutting through the oppressive atmosphere.

    Roselia''s lips twitched into a faint smile, but her grip on her sword remained tight. "Don''t get too comfortable. This place feels... Keeping an eye on us, in all the worst ways."

    Leon nodded, his senses heightened as they moved deeper into the castle. Each step seemed to echo unnaturally, as if the very walls were listening. The grotesque surroundings were almost designed to sap their focus, but they pressed on, determined to confront whatever horrors awaited.

    "Let''s keep moving," he said, adjusting the grip on his staff. "The sooner we find the Plague King, the sooner we can burn this place down."

    Roselia chuckled dryly. "Now that''s a plan I can get behind."

    They soon encountered their first opposition¡ªsimple zombies. As they stepped into a grand, decayed hall, the sound of dragging feet and low groans echoed through the chamber. Hordes of undead emerged from the shadows, their decayed forms moving with a sinister intent as they charged in waves.

 Chapter 68 Plague King

    Leon and Roselia faced the incoming horde, their eyes sharp and unwavering. Leon raised his staff, beginning to chant the incantation for the first-tier Destruction spell he had recently unlocked.

    At his current tier, he could only access Tier 1 Destruction spells, but even those packed considerable power. His chant was short, befitting a lower-tier spell, and in moments, it was complete.

    "Blast Away, Bursting Fireball!" Leon commanded, pointing at the approaching horde.

    A grayish-black fireball materialized in his hand¡ªnot the usual orange-red hue of a standard fireball. This one radiated a sinister energy, brimming with destructive force. The fireball shot forward with incredible speed, a streak of dark flames tearing through the air.

    As soon as it reached the first zombie, it detonated in a fiery explosion, engulfing a 10-meter radius. The blast incinerated everything in its path, leaving nothing but ashes and scorched ground.

    "Damn, that''s powerful," Leon muttered, visibly impressed by the spell''s potency.

    Roselia, who had been watching closely, smirked. "Not bad for a Tier 1 spell. But don''t let it get to your head¡ªwe''ve got more coming."

    Leon nodded, readying himself for the next wave. "This is just the beginning. Let''s see what else these undead have to offer."

    "Let me experiment with more spells," Leon said, his tone calm but eager.

    Roselia nodded, stepping back to give him space, her weapons ready in case the situation escalated. Leon tightened his grip on his Magic Staff, his eyes fixed on the horde of undead surging toward them.

    He pointed the staff at the incoming zombies and began chanting another Tier 1 Destruction spell. A faint glow surrounded him as mana surged into the staff.

    "Lightning Spear, pierce the damned!" he commanded. A crackling bolt of energy materialized at the tip of his staff before launching forward. The spear of lightning zipped through the air, striking multiple zombies in quick succession, leaving charred remains in its path.

    "Interesting," Leon muttered, analyzing the effects before switching to another spell.

    "Frozen Fang, shatter their resolve!" This time, icy shards shot out, impaling a cluster of zombies and encasing them in frost. The cold was so intense that even the rotting flesh of the undead crumbled under the pressure.

    Roselia raised an eyebrow, impressed by Leon''s versatility. "You''re getting the hang of this," she said.

    "Not done yet," Leon replied, his voice steady as he prepared another incantation.

    "Earth Rend, split their ground!" With a sharp motion, the ground beneath the horde cracked and erupted, sending jagged rocks piercing through their ranks. Zombies were thrown into the air, their bodies torn apart by the force of the spell.

    Leon lowered his staff slightly, surveying the devastation. "Efficient. But I need better crowd control for higher-tier enemies."

    Roselia raised an eyebrow. "Impressive. But that''s a lot of mana for one attack."

    Leon shrugged, a playful grin on his face. "Efficiency isn''t the goal right now. Testing the limits is."

    Before they could move further, the ground beneath them trembled. A low growl echoed through the hall, followed by the sound of chains dragging across stone. From the far end of the room, a towering figure stepped into view¡ªa massive zombie clad in rusted armor, wielding a colossal axe dripping with dark energy.

    "The Zombie King''s guard," Roselia said, her eyes narrowing.

    "Looks like we''ve got a warm-up before the main event," Leon replied, his grip tightening on his staff.

    The armored zombie let out a guttural roar, its hollow eyes glowing with malice as it charged at them with surprising speed. Leon and Roselia exchanged a glance, silently agreeing to work together.

    "Keep him distracted," Roselia said, darting to the side. "I''ll find an opening."

    Leon nodded and raised his staff. "Let''s see how this one handles another Fusion spell."

    As the massive zombie closed the distance, Leon began chanting again, this time combining Lightning Spear with Stone Bind. The ground beneath the zombie cracked as stone spikes erupted, immobilizing its legs. At the same time, a bolt of crackling electricity struck it, surging through its body.

    Roselia seized the opportunity, leaping into the air with her twin blades glowing faintly. She landed behind the creature and slashed at its exposed back, the sound of tearing flesh echoing through the hall.

    The zombie let out a deafening roar, breaking free of the stone spikes and swinging its axe in a wide arc. Leon and Roselia dodged in opposite directions, regrouping at a safe distance.

    "This one''s tougher than I expected," Leon admitted, wiping sweat from his brow.

    Roselia smirked. "Good. It means we''re close to the Plague King. Let''s finish this quickly."

    The armored zombie roared again, the dark energy around its axe intensifying. The ground trembled with each of its steps, and cracks spread across the floor as it raised the massive weapon.

    Leon narrowed his eyes, gripping his staff tightly. "Alright, let''s push it up a notch."

    He began chanting another spell, this time fusing Flame Wave with Holy Lance, creating a purifying burst of fire imbued with holy energy. "Burn in righteous light¡ªHoly Flame Wave!" he called out, thrusting his staff forward.

    A surge of brilliant fire surged across the hall, its golden flames crackling with divine energy. The flames struck the armored zombie head-on, enveloping it in a radiant inferno. Its roars of pain echoed through the castle as its dark energy began to dissipate, the holy flames searing away its necromantic corruption.

    Roselia darted forward, her blades glowing with mana as she infused them with her own energy. "Void Piercing Strike!" she shouted, leaping into the air. Her twin blades sliced clean through the weakened armor, driving deep into the creature''s core.

    She is now fully utilizing her new class abilities as her Ancient Dark Magus was promoted to Ancient Battle Magus, unlike the Dark Magus which only focus on Dark Magic, this one is more powerful as she can effectively use other magic as well as unique battle magic too.

 Chapter 69 Plague King 2

    The zombie staggered, its movements slowing as its corrupted life force began to fade. It tried to swing its axe one last time, but Leon intercepted it with another spell¡ªForce Barrier. The shimmering shield of energy halted the axe mid-swing, giving Roselia the opening she needed to finish it off.

    With a swift, powerful strike, she severed the creature''s head. The massive zombie collapsed to the ground with a resounding crash, its dark energy dispersing into the air like smoke.

    Leon let out a breath of relief, lowering his staff. "That was tougher than expected. Guess we really are getting closer to the Plague King."

    Roselia wiped her blades clean and nodded. "If his guard was this strong, the Plague King himself will be on another level. We''ll need to be at our best."

    Leon nodded, as he said " It will be okay as long as we do it with perfect strategy."

    Roselia nodded hearing him.

    They stood over the defeated armored zombie, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows on the stone walls. After a brief moment to catch their breath, they continued deeper into the castle.

    The corridors grew darker, the oppressive atmosphere thickening with every step. Strange whispers echoed around them, the faint sound of chains rattling in the distance.

    Finally, they reached a massive set of double doors adorned with grotesque carvings of undead creatures. A sickly green light seeped through the cracks, and an aura of malevolence radiated from beyond.

    "This is it," Roselia said, her voice steady.

    Leon stepped forward, his staff glowing faintly as he prepared himself. "The Plague King is waiting for us. Let''s make this quick and clean."

    With a nod, Roselia pushed open the doors, and the two stepped into the throne room of the Plague King.

    The sight before them was grotesque¡ªa massive, decaying figure sat on a throne of bones, surrounded by writhing undead creatures. The Plague King''s glowing green eyes locked onto them, and a sinister grin spread across his rotting face.

    "Intruders," the Plague King rasped, his voice echoing with dark power. "You dare enter my domain? You will join my legion of the dead."

    Leon and Roselia exchanged glances before Roselia rolled her eyes and muttered, "How is it that they all have the same overused dialogue?"

    Leon chuckled. "Beats me," he said with a shrug. Then, with a mischievous grin, he flicked her forehead lightly. "Let''s focus on the battle."

    Roselia glared at him, rubbing her forehead. "You''re lucky I''m not aiming my blades at you," she muttered, nodding reluctantly.

    The Plague King, clearly unimpressed with their banter, raised his decaying foot and stomped it against the ground. The floor shook as a thick, greenish-black gas began to seep into the room, spreading rapidly.

    Leon narrowed his eyes, already recognizing the tactic. "Plague Domain," he muttered. "Figures."

    "Keep him busy!" Leon called to Roselia.

    "On it!" she shouted, dashing toward the Plague King.

    While Roselia engaged the Plague King in close combat, dodging his strikes and retaliating with her own, Leon began preparing a high-tier spell, two at a time, knowing one wouln''t be enough to pierce the defense of the Plague King, combining their powers into a single, devastating attack.

    "By raging fire and light fury, let all be undone¡ªHeaven''s Inferno!" Leon roared, slamming his staff into the ground.

    A massive column of fire and light erupted in the center of the chamber, engulfing the Plague King. The force of the spell shook the ground, cracks forming in the stone walls as the ground quaked violently.

    When the light faded, the Plague King remained standing, but the damage was evident on its decayed form. Pieces of its flesh were missing, exposing bones and torn sinews.

    "Hmm, 20%," Leon muttered as he glanced at the glowing health bar hovering over the Plague King.

    "Good enough," he said to himself, but his satisfaction quickly turned into a frown when he saw the Plague King absorbing the corpses of nearby zombies, his health bar climbing back up.

    "Undead really are a pain to deal with," Leon murmured. His mind briefly wandered to his unused Origin Conjure ability. This unique skill allowed him to summon three entities of his current rank, two of a rank above, and one two ranks higher. It also had the powerful feature of binding one chosen entity, enabling him to summon it at will permanently.

    However, Leon had refrained from using it. Unlike the Trial World, where everything reset upon returning, this was the real world. Every decision he made here had long-term consequences. He wasn''t going to waste such a rare ability on a random bind¡ªhe wanted the best option possible.

    "You know," he mumbled as he conjured a Force Barrier to block the incoming Plague Arrow, a spell the Plague King had aimed at him with surprising accuracy. "Seeing this fight almost makes me want an undead ally. They''re durable, persistent, and damn annoying."

    The Plague Arrow exploded against the barrier with a sickly green glow, sending ripples of energy outward.

    "BASTARD!" Roselia''s furious voice echoed across the hall. "You dare to ignore me?!"

    Her twin blades began to glow with a purple-black aura, the power of her Battle Magic: Dual Aura Slicer radiating off of her. With a fierce cry, she dashed toward the Plague King, unleashing a flurry of attacks. Her glowing blades arced through the air, sending energy slashes directly at the undead monstrosity.

    The Plague King let out a guttural snarl, summoning another wave of poisonous fog to shield himself. Roselia''s attacks cut through the fog, forcing the Plague King to retreat as her relentless assault began chipping away at his defenses.

    Leon watched her, a knowing smirk on his face. "She''s definitely more aggressive when ignored," he muttered.

    As Roselia pressed the attack, Leon began to channel another spell, his staff glowing faintly with golden light. "Let''s see how you like this one," he said, ready to unleash his next move while the Plague King was distracted.

    Leon began his chant, combining two potent holy spells into a devastating fusion. The first, Holy Heal, typically cured allies of negative states and restored vitality, but for the undead, it acted as a deadly poison. The second, Holy Spear, was a piercing attack imbued with divine energy, ideal for combating evil entities.

    His staff glowed brighter with golden and white energy as the two spells fused into one. The resulting power coalesced into a radiant spear, its surface adorned with intricate golden patterns that seemed to pulsate with divine wrath.

 Chapter 70 Plague King 3

    His staff glowed brighter with golden and white energy as the two spells fused into one. The resulting power coalesced into a radiant spear, its surface adorned with intricate golden patterns that seemed to pulsate with divine wrath.

    "Spear of Redemption!" Leon roared, thrusting his staff forward.

    The glowing spear shot through the air with a deafening hum, leaving a golden trail in its wake. Its speed was incredible, and the energy it emanated caused the surrounding undead remnants to disintegrate just from its proximity.

    The Plague King barely had time to react. The spear struck him squarely in the chest, piercing through his decayed body and embedding itself in the wall behind him. A blinding flash of white-gold light engulfed the room, forcing Roselia to shield her eyes momentarily.

    When the light subsided, the Plague King was visibly weakened. His rotting flesh smoked and hissed where the spear had struck, and golden cracks spread across his torso like a web. He let out a pained, guttural roar as he staggered back, his dark aura flickering.

    Leon observed the result, his expression calm but satisfied. "Looks like redemption doesn''t agree with him."

    Roselia smirked, her blades still glowing with energy. "I''d say it suits him perfectly¡ªthough I think he needs a few more doses."

    The Plague King, now visibly furious, began summoning another wave of undead and poisonous fog in desperation, but the damage from Leon''s attack was severe. The battle was far from over, but Leon''s new spell had clearly turned the tide in their favor.

    The Plague King''s roar reverberated through the castle, shaking its very foundation. His form seemed to waver as he desperately absorbed the nearby zombies to restore his strength, but the golden cracks on his body only grew larger, disrupting his dark aura.

    Leon''s eyes narrowed as he analyzed the Plague King''s movements. "He''s trying to stall," he muttered, gripping his staff tightly. "That attack disrupted his mana core, but he''s using the undead to patch himself up."

    Roselia''s twin blades flared with dark energy, her expression fierce. "Then we don''t give him the chance to recover." Without waiting for a response, she charged forward, her blades cutting through the poisonous fog with ease.@@@@

    "Battle Magic: Maigen Fury!" she shouted, unleashing a flurry of strikes that created arcs of black and purple energy. Each swing of her blade carved into the Plague King''s defenses, sending chunks of decayed flesh flying.

    The Plague King roared again, summoning poisonous tendrils from the ground to lash out at Roselia. She dodged and weaved through the onslaught with practiced precision, her movements fluid yet deadly. "You''re not the only one who can multitask," she taunted, slashing through the tendrils as she closed the distance.

    Leon, watching her agile assault, smirked. "Show-off." Raising his staff, he began another chant. This time, he fused Holy Chain, a spell that immobilized enemies, with Sacred Judgment, a high-tier holy spell that called down radiant beams of light to smite foes.

    The air around Leon crackled with divine energy as golden runes appeared in a circle above him. "Heavenly Bind: Chains of Judgment!" he declared, slamming his staff into the ground.

    Golden chains erupted from the floor, wrapping around the Plague King''s limbs and torso, locking him in place. At the same time, beams of radiant light descended from the glowing runes above, striking him repeatedly. Each impact caused the golden cracks on his body to spread further, his pained roars growing weaker with every hit.

    Roselia didn''t miss the opportunity. With the Plague King immobilized, she leaped into the air, her blades shining brighter. "Executioner''s Cross Slash!" she yelled, crossing her blades mid-air and releasing a massive X-shaped energy slash directly at his core.

    The attack hit with devastating force, causing a shockwave that rippled through the hall. When the dust settled, the Plague King''s form was barely holding together. His once-massive figure was now slumped, his aura reduced to flickering embers of darkness.

    Leon approached, his staff glowing faintly. "It''s over," he said, his voice cold. "Even kings fall." He raised his staff for the final blow, preparing one last spell.

    Before he could cast it, the Plague King let out a guttural laugh, his voice echoing with malice. "You think you''ve won? My death will only be the beginning..."

    A dark, pulsating orb emerged from his chest, his mana core surging with unstable energy. Leon and Roselia instinctively backed away as the Plague King''s body began to collapse, the orb growing brighter.

    "He''s going to explode!" Roselia shouted.

    Enhances all elemental affinities by 20%.

    Special Abilities:

    Sage''s Insight: Grants the wearer the ability to instantly analyze and counter any magical technique.

    Mana Conduit: Converts ambient mana into a protective shield when mana falls below 10%.

    Crown of Fusion: Enables the fusion of two spells into a higher-tier version without additional mana cost.

    Cold Heart : Reduces the rate of increase in Berserk points by 50%.

    Each Berserk points effects is increased by 50%.

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    Restriction: Only a true Sage or those with equivalent class mastery can wear this crown. ]

    Leon examined the crown in his hands, turning it over to admire its craftsmanship. "So, it''s a class-specific item," he murmured thoughtfully.

    Roselia stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she studied the glowing artifact. "Let me see that," she said, her curiosity piqued.

    Leon handed the Sage Crown to her, and she held it up, inspecting the intricate runes etched into the metal. "This thing practically screams ancient magic," she said, her voice tinged with awe. "Only someone with mastery over a Sage class¡ªor something close¡ªcan use it, huh?"

    Leon nodded. "Exactly. It aligns perfectly with my current path, though," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. "It was an good decision to use it after getting both classes."

    Roselia nodded as she added, "Hmm, but there are also many skills unavailable?"

    "Well," Leon began thoughtfully, "Lord Shiva in myth represents many aspects aside from destruction, like wisdom¡ªwhich aligns with my current class path. He was also a diviner, an animal lover, and much more. Maybe unlocking those skills requires acquiring abilities from those aspects or even classes linked to Lord Shiva''s lineage."

    Learning about myths was common in this new world since many arcane abilities were derived from them.

    "There are even guilds and organizations dedicated to such mythologies," Leon continued. "Like Olympus, Asgard, Sanatana, and others."

    Roselia raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So, you''re saying if someone wanted to fully explore their potential, they''d need to tap into the essence of these myths?"

 Chapter 71 Guilds and Organizations

    As they continued their discussion, Leon carefully placed the Sage Crown back into his storage, knowing he would need to meditate and experiment with its effects later. Roselia, ever observant, seemed to ponder his words.

    "So, these guilds¡ªOlympus, Asgard, Sanatana¡ªthey compete for dominance, don''t they?" Roselia asked, her tone casual but probing.

    Leon nodded. "In a way, yes. Each guild or organization represents not only the myths they''re based on but also the ideologies and powers tied to those myths. They often clash, especially when relics or territories of significant mythical importance are involved."

    " Well, except Sanatana they are pacifist but they are also one of the strongest guild out there, " He added.

    Roselia crossed her arms, her expression sharp. "And where does that leave us? Are we aligning ourselves with any of them?"

    Leon smirked. "Not yet. I prefer to stay independent for now. Aligning with them could grant us resources and knowledge, but it also ties us down with obligations. We''re stronger when we have freedom to choose our path."

    Roselia tilted her head thoughtfully. "True. Though it might be worth infiltrating one of these organizations someday, just to gain access to their secrets."

    Leon chuckled. "Spoken like a true strategist. But for now, let''s focus on our current goal¡ªclearing this area and preparing for the next dungeon."

    Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden tremor. The ground beneath them shook violently, and cracks began to form on the castle floor.

    "What now?" Roselia muttered, gripping her twin blades tightly.

    Leon''s eyes narrowed as he summoned his staff, its radiant energy flaring to life. "It seems we lucked out, this is Plague Queen, it happens once in month raid, though it''s random, but she drops a Epic item, called Crown of Deceased Queen, allowing one to simmon three kinds of Zombies over 100 each in number."

    Roselia''s grip on her blades tightened further as she studied the emerging figure. "A Plague Queen, huh? Sounds like more trouble than I wanted today," she said, though her sharp gaze revealed a hint of excitement.

    Leon''s smirk widened as he adjusted his stance. "More trouble, yes. But also more rewards. This is a rare opportunity¡ªwe can''t let it go to waste."

    The dark portal solidified, and out stepped the Plague Queen. Her appearance was haunting: a towering figure draped in a tattered, flowing gown of decay, her skeletal crown glinting ominously under the dim light. Her eyes glowed with an unholy green, and her presence seemed to drain the air of warmth.

    The Queen''s voice was a chilling whisper that echoed across the room. "Foolish mortals. You dare defile my domain? I shall make you my eternal servants."

    Leon raised his staff, its glow intensifying. "Let''s skip the monologue and get to the part where we defeat you," he said, his tone confident.

    Roselia rolled her shoulders, her twin blades shimmering with energy. "Hope you''re ready to test more of those high-tier spells of yours," she quipped.

    The Queen didn''t wait for them to make the first move. She raised her hands, summoning waves of undead from the cracks in the ground. Skeletons, ghouls, and bloated zombies surged forward in a relentless tide.

    Leon immediately began chanting, his staff radiating with divine light. "Holy Nova!" he yelled, releasing a burst of purifying energy that swept through the horde, disintegrating dozens of undead instantly.

    "Now that''s what I''m talking about!" Roselia cheered, taking the opportunity to close the gap and deliver a flurry of strikes to the Queen''s torso.

    The Plague Queen let out a guttural scream, her form flickering as if struggling to maintain its shape. "You... will not... defeat me!" she roared, summoning a massive scythe made of pure necrotic energy.

    Roselia leaped back, narrowly avoiding a deadly swing. "She''s going all out now," she said, panting slightly.

    Leon tightened his grip on his staff. "Then it''s time we end this."

    He began preparing another spell, this one pulling energy from the very air around him. The room grew colder as the Plague Queen charged toward them, her scythe cutting through the air with deadly intent.

    "Roselia, keep her distracted!" Leon called out.

    "On it!" Roselia darted forward, her blades clashing with the Queen''s scythe in a shower of sparks. She moved with relentless speed, her strikes forcing the Queen to focus on her.

    Leon''s spell neared completion. A golden circle formed beneath him, and his voice echoed with power. "By the light of creation, let the shadows find their end! Holy Cataclysm!"

    A pillar of blinding light erupted from the golden circle, engulfing the Plague Queen completely. Her shriek of agony echoed through the chamber as the light tore through her necrotic form, leaving no trace of her dark power.

    When the light faded, the room was eerily silent. The Plague Queen was gone, and the oppressive aura that had filled the castle dissipated.

    Roselia sheathed her blades, breathing heavily. "That was... something. But it looks like we did it."

    Leon approached her, offering a tired smile. "Told you we''d make her regret it."

    A shimmering chest appeared where the Plague Queen had stood, signaling their reward. Roselia grinned, stepping forward. "Now, let''s see if all that effort was worth it."

    As the chest opened, golden light spilled out, revealing their spoils. The Crown of the Deceased Queen rested at the center, along with several other rare items and resources.

    Leon picked up the crown, examining it. "Well, this will make someone''s day."

    Roselia smirked. "After all this, I think we''ve earned a long break."

    Leon chuckled, storing the loot in his inventory. "Agreed. Let''s head back and celebrate this victory."

    With that, the two left the castle, their spirits high despite the grueling battle they had just endured.

    On the way back, Leon gifted the crown to Roselia and earned the Deceased Empress Crown, it could control Eight types of Zombies and also control over 1000 of them.

 Chapter 72 Guild and Organisations II

    As Leon and Roselia exited the castle, the oppressive darkness that once enveloped the area seemed to lift, replaced by a soft, eerie calm. The distant sounds of wildlife cautiously returning to the land echoed through the night air.

    Roselia stretched her arms above her head, sighing. "Finally, some fresh air. That place was suffocating."

    Leon adjusted his staff on his back, nodding. "I''ll admit, it''s good to be out of there. Though, I have to say, this crown might make all that trouble worth it."

    Roselia glanced at the Crown of the Deceased Queen, a faint glow radiating from the intricate carvings on its surface. "Do you even plan to use it? I am not really the ''commander of the undead'' type."

    Leon shrugged "No, but it''s a unique piece. You can either keep it as a backup or trade it to someone who could use it more effectively. It''s better in the hands of someone who''ll maximize its potential."

    Roselia nodded. "Makes sense. Someone specializing in necromancy or summoning would kill for an artifact like that."

    As they walked down the winding path leading away from the castle, Leon''s Tower system interface pinged, drawing his attention.

    { Quest Complete: Plague Queen''s Wrath

    Rewards:

    50,000 Gold Coins

    Rare Crafting Materials

    Exclusive Skill Scroll: Necrotic Veil

    Bonus Reward for Exceptional Performance:

    Title: Purifier of Darkness }

    "Interesting," Leon muttered, scanning the rewards.

    Roselia tilted her head, curious. "What now?"

    "System gave me a new title. Purifier of Darkness. Should boost my effectiveness against undead and shadow-based enemies," he explained.

    Roselia raised an eyebrow. "Not bad. Makes you even better at dealing with stuff like this."

    Leon grinned. "Yeah, though I hope we don''t run into something like that again anytime soon."

    As they reached the base of the hill, they saw a small campfire glowing in the distance, surrounded by a group of adventurers. The party seemed to be discussing something animatedly, their voices carrying through the quiet night.

    Roselia tapped Leon''s shoulder. "Should we check it out?"

    Leon nodded. "Might as well. Could be a chance to gather information or trade."

    Leon nodded. "We will. Stay safe, and good luck with your quests."

    With that, he and Roselia began their trek toward the town, leaving the adventurers behind.

    Roselia glanced at Leon as they walked. "So, locals, huh? Did you know about them before?"

    "A bit," Leon admitted. "Each floor has its own quirks. I''d read that some floors are home to full civilizations, but seeing it firsthand is... different."

    Roselia smirked. "Well, seems like they see us as big shots. Guess we''ve made an impression."

    Leon chuckled softly. "Let''s not get complacent. The higher we go, the tougher it''ll get."

    "That''s what makes it fun," Roselia replied with a mischievous grin.

    They soon returned to the quest hall, but instead of a warm reception, they found themselves walking into an unpleasant scene.

    ****

    Few minutes earlier

    "Didn''t I tell you not to give this quest to anyone?!" a young man in dark robes snarled, gripping the receptionist by the collar. His voice carried a haughty arrogance, his tone laced with menace.

    The receptionist, a composed woman with sharp features and an unyielding demeanor, stared at him impassively. "I cannot withhold any quest from an Ascender," she replied, her tone professional but firm.

    The young man''s face twisted in rage. "You bitch! I am the son of the Death Lord! The ruler of the 10th floor!" he shouted, his grip tightening as he shook her slightly.

    Despite his aggression, the receptionist remained calm, brushing his hand off her collar. "Whoever you are, no one has the right to interfere with the tower''s rules. That includes you, Young Master Hades."

    Hades, as the young man was addressed, bristled at her words, his hand twitching as if he was about to strike her. Just as he raised his hand, another figure stepped forward¡ªa tall, older man in a pristine butler''s uniform.

    "Young Master Hades," the butler said in a calm, measured voice, placing a restraining hand on the young man''s arm. "It is unwise to attack a representative of the tower. The repercussions could be severe."

    Hades snorted, withdrawing his hand reluctantly. "Fine. I can''t attack her. But I can attack those fools who dared to take my quest," he hissed, his eyes burning with fury.

    The butler inclined his head slightly. "As you wish, Young Master."

    One of Hades''s lackeys, a wiry man with a nervous expression, hesitantly spoke up. "Maybe... they were defeated and killed? That would explain why the quest wasn''t marked as completed."

    Hades glared at him, his expression darkening. "If they were dead, the quest would''ve returned to the board by now, along with their names. That hasn''t happened, has it?" he snapped, his tone dripping with irritation.

    The lackey shrank back under the intensity of Hades''s glare, mumbling an apology.

    If during a quest, an ascender dies the quest will be returned to board as it will also have another section added, Casualties, to inform next taker of potential risks.

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    At that moment, Leon and Roselia entered the quest hall, their presence drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Hades''s eyes locked onto them immediately, recognition flashing across his face. His expression twisted into a mixture of anger and disbelief.

    "So, you''re the ones who took my quest," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You dare interfere with my affairs?"

    Roselia raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against one of her blades. "Your quest? Last I checked, quests on the board are fair game for anyone."

    Leon, unfazed, crossed his arms and regarded Hades coolly. "If you wanted it so badly, maybe you should''ve completed it yourself instead of leaving it unclaimed."

    Hades''s face flushed with rage, but the butler intervened once more, stepping forward and bowing slightly. "Young Master Hades, it appears these Ascenders have successfully completed the quest. It is unwise to engage them here, within the tower''s protected zones."

    Hades glared at Leon and Roselia, his fists clenched. "Fine. You''ve won this round. But don''t think this is over. I''ll make sure you regret crossing me."

    Roselia smirked, her confidence unwavering. "We''ll be waiting."

    With that, Hades spun on his heel, storming out of the hall with his entourage trailing behind. The tension in the room eased as soon as they were gone, and the receptionist gave Leon and Roselia an approving nod.

    "Thank you for not escalating the situation further," she said. "He''s troublesome, but rules are rules."

    Leon shrugged. "We''re just here to climb the tower. Drama isn''t part of the plan."

    Roselia chuckled. "Speak for yourself. I kind of enjoyed putting him in his place."

    The receptionist smiled faintly before returning to her work. Leon and Roselia approached the counter to officially turn in their completed quest, ready for whatever came next.

    Soon, they registered their completed quest as the receptionist confirmed their record.

    "You can take two more quests," she informed them with a polite smile.

    Leon and Roselia nodded in acknowledgment before turning their attention back to the quest board.

    "Let''s take another undead quest," Leon suggested, his tone thoughtful. "It''ll help us prepare for the Skeleton King."

    Roselia nodded in agreement, her expression serious as she scanned the available quests. "Makes sense. The more we get used to fighting undead, the better our chances against him."

    After a moment, they returned to the receptionist desk with two quests, both marked as S-rank challenges.

    "Abomination King and Death Puppet King," Leon said, handing over the quest forms.

    The receptionist nodded, processing their selection. "Both quests are registered. You have a three-month time limit to complete them," she informed them with a professional tone.

    "It seems I''ll have to work hard to unsheathe it," she said, standing up and grabbing Leon''s face. She pulled him onto the bed, kissing him fiercely. Sitting on top of him, she continued kissing him passionately. After a moment, she glanced at the still "sheathed sword."

    "Hmm, it wasn''t enough?" she mumbled, looking at Leon, who had a teasing smile on his face.

    "You know I''m no longer a virgin who gets aroused with just a kiss," he said, looking at her with amusement.

    "Yes, yes, you''re now a big pervert," she replied, rolling her eyes. Standing up from the bed, she walked to the side. "Don''t look until I come out," she ordered, glaring at him.

    Leon nodded, pulling a blindfold out of nowhere and putting it over his eyes.

    "Surprise me," he said with a smirk.

    "Oh, you will be," Roselia replied as she closed the door behind her.

    After a few moments, she emerged, wearing a dress designed to make even the most stoic person blush.

    She wore a seductive nurse outfit consisting of a white and pink bikini and a nurse''s hat. The skirt had a long slit, revealing her toned thighs.

    Adding to her allure, she transformed into her devil form. Blackish-red horns emerged from the sides of her head, and a mischievous tail swayed left and right behind her.

    Roselia sauntered toward Leon, her heels clicking softly against the floor as her devilish tail swayed with each step. She stopped in front of him and leaned in close, her warm breath brushing against his ear.

    "Are you ready for your check-up, patient?" she whispered seductively, her voice dripping with mischief.

    Leon smirked under the blindfold. "I''m all yours, Nurse Roselia. Show me your treatment methods."

    She chuckled, placing her hands on his chest and gently pushing him back onto the bed. "Oh, you''ll need intensive care, Leon. But don''t worry¡ªthis nurse knows exactly how to handle stubborn cases."

    Roselia trailed her fingers along his chest, her touch both teasing and electrifying. Her devil horns glowed faintly as her tail playfully curled around his wrist.

    "Let''s see if this stubborn patient can respond properly to my care," she teased, her voice filled with mock seriousness as she leaned closer.

    Leon, still blindfolded, smirked. "I''m afraid my condition is quite... severe. It might take a lot of effort to treat me."

    Roselia straddled him, leaning in so her lips hovered just above his. "Then I''ll make sure you leave here completely healed¡ªno matter how long it takes," she purred, before closing the distance with a deep, passionate kiss.

    Her tail flicked mischievously, and her aura radiated a mix of seduction and playful dominance.

    Then she went near him as Leon being blindfolded felt her kissing her lips as she continued to kiss him as her body brushed his body.

    Her hands also went for his sword as she began to caress it, Leon felt a jolting current as being blindfolded and having being teased by her is new feeling, a feeling that he is enjoying very much.

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    Roselia straddled him, leaning in so her lips hovered just above his. "Then I''ll make sure you leave here completely healed¡ªno matter how long it takes," she purred before closing the distance with a deep, passionate kiss.

    Her tail flicked mischievously, brushing against Leon''s wrist as her aura radiated a mix of seduction and playful dominance.

    As Leon remained blindfolded, he felt her lips moving against his, the kiss deepening as her body pressed closer to his. Her warmth and the softness of her touch sent shivers down his spine. Roselia''s hands wandered with practiced ease, sliding along his chest before trailing downward.

    She took her time teasing him, her lips trailing light kisses along his jawline as her hands moved toward his "sheathed sword." Her delicate fingers began to caress it with deliberate slowness, igniting sparks of sensation that coursed through his body.

    Blindfolded and unable to see her, Leon found the anticipation and mystery heightening his senses. Every kiss, every touch felt amplified, sending jolts of pleasure through him.

    "This is a new experience for you, isn''t it?" Roselia murmured against his ear, her voice low and sultry.

    Leon nodded, his breath hitching as he grinned. "It''s... different. But I''m not complaining."

    Roselia chuckled softly, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she continued her ministrations, savoring every reaction she drew from him. "Good. Just let me take the lead this time, Leon."

    Her movements grew bolder, her kisses more fervent, as the room filled with the sounds of their passion.

    Slowly she began to move downwards as Leon felt her tongue sliding down, she soon reaches his cock which was already risen and awake ready for any battle.

    Grabbing it she kissed the tip as she licked the tip and then she bagen to caress it up and down. Her hand movements were smooth with many nights of experience with him but for Leon it was simulating as he was blindfolded and getting enjoyed by Roselia.

    " Can I summon some succubus? " Leon suddenly asked as Roselia was massaging his cock with her boobs.

    She looked at him tilting her head as she looked at Leon, " Am I not enough? "

    Leon removed his blindfold as Leon looked at her " Not now I mean, I have another familiar contract available now"

    " I just found it while I was checking my status screen, I can get another familiar thanks to my second class, Those with two classess can have two contracts " He said looking at her while Roselia looked at him, her hands movements haven''t stopped as she kept rubbing his cock within her boobs.

    " Then why do you specifically asked for a succubus? " She asked as she also stopped for the first time and just looked at him.

    Leon seeing this look understood if he didn''t give her a satisfactory answer then he can forget about the sex with her now or maybe in future too.

    Leon got stunned but smiled and replied " I love you too, my Rose " He said gently as Roselia looked at him in his eyes " Then make a mess of my pussy, ravage me to your heart content " Ahe said with a heated look as Leon nodded.

    She looked towards him and She then spread her legs fully, slowly directing his cock into her sweet spot. He teased her bottom lips, not directly entering them. They stared at each other deeply before she finally nodded. Without any more delay, he skillfully began touching her inner lip.

    "Leon...mmm...!", she m.o.a.n.e.d And touched the bedsheet very tightly, " Yessss" She then moaned loudly as Leon raises his brows as he leaned dover her and took her breast in bis mouth and then began to move his hips, at first he was slow but then he began to move fastly.

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    "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!"

    Roselia could no longer feel anything¨C only extreme pleasure her mind quickly became empty, and soon enough, the only thing she could think about was the burning sensation in her V.a.g.i.n.a and the profound p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e that came with it.

    She has never felt anything like that before, Leon is always gentle with her but now after she gave him the permission he is showing his wold side to her.

    A side that she now wants to experience again and again.

    " Leon~~"

    " Leon~~"

    Ahh~~~

    Ahhhhhh~~~

    The only sound that could be heard inside the room at this moment was Roselia''s captivating m.o.a.ning and heavy breathing, the sound of smacking the water and pounding meat.

    "Ahhh! Harder! I want it harder!" Roselia pleaded for more as she tightly embraced Leon neck.

    Hearing Roselia''s those words he began thrusting faster and faster with no signs of exhaustion even after intensive thrusting for many minutes, his dragon head fiercely hitting the end of her hole repeatedly, like a hammer pounding a wall.

    Her p.u.s.s.y Started to squeezing more as time passing...And next moment...

    "I am coming ¡ª Ahhhhhhh!" Roselia tilted her head backward and screamed with her tongue sticking out of her mouth, her body spazzing out of control instantly afterward, and a large amount of liquid then gushed out from her bottom. And Soon enough that liquid of her becomes some kind of energy and absorbs by Leon''s body.

    However, Leon did not stop his movements and continued to thrust his steel-like rod into her, as he was also close to reaching his climax from the powerful sucking force of her v.a.g.i.n.a This only further aroused Roselia''s l.u.s.t and increased her sensitivity, causing her to continuously release liquid without any signs of stopping anytime soon.

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    The next morning, Leon woke up with Roselia nestled in his arms. Her soft breathing was steady, her face serene despite the faint streaks of dried tears on her cheeks. Yet, even with those tear marks, a satisfied and contented smile graced her lips, as if the events of the night had brought her a sense of peace and fulfillment.

    Leon brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle as he studied her features. She looked so vulnerable, a stark contrast to her usual confident and teasing demeanor. He wondered about the emotions that had spilled out the previous night, the tears she had shed even as she smiled.

    He left quietly as he went to washroom.

    Leon glanced back at the bed, seeing Roselia still sound asleep. Her peaceful expression tugged at his lips in a faint smile. "Guess I''m on my own today," he muttered, stepping out of the washroom. Seeing no sign of her waking up, he quickly scribbled a note and left it by her bedside before heading out.

    "Alright," he mumbled to himself while walking through the streets, checking the quest details. "Which one should I tackle first? The Abomination King or the Death Puppet King?"

    After briefly weighing his options, he decided. "Both are resistant to magic, but the Death Puppet King seems less troublesome to start with. Let''s go with him," he reasoned, reviewing the information further.

    "So, this guy fights by creating puppets... And these puppets are not only immune to magic but can reflect it back. Physical attacks it is, then," Leon concluded. With a smirk, he reached into his storage space and pulled out a hefty battle axe, its blade gleaming ominously.

    "Time to put you to good use," he said, chuckling as he hefted the weapon over his shoulder. With his decision made, he began moving toward the dungeon of the Death Puppet King, his resolve firm and his anticipation high.

    Leon exited the inn, his senses immediately picking up on the presence of people trailing him. He scowled inwardly, thinking, "It seems that bastard Hades is hell-bent on killing me."

    A smirk formed on his lips as he muttered to himself, "Lord of Death, huh? I don''t like causing unnecessary trouble, but let''s see what happens when I turn him into an undead too."

    His destination was the Tower shop¡ªa bustling marketplace where anything and everything could be traded, from skill books to rare items, and even gold coins. Leon had chosen an expensive inn near key locations like the Quest Hall and Tower shop for convenience, and it proved to be a wise decision.

    As he approached the shop, he noted the heavy foot traffic, with adventurers and locals alike moving in and out. The building loomed large, its entrance flanked by armed guards diligently checking IDs.

    Leon walked up confidently, pulling out his Ascender card. One of the guards glanced at it before speaking in a detached, professional tone. "You can only roam the first half of the shop floor."

    Leon nodded in understanding, pocketing his card. The restriction for Ascenders on lower floors was standard; only those with significant achievements or special permissions could access the upper tiers of such facilities.

    With that, he stepped inside, ready to explore and possibly prepare for his encounter with the Death Puppet King¡ªor deal with the shadowy figures still lurking behind him.

    Leon''s smile didn''t falter as he tightened his grip on his axe. "You know," he said lightly, "I was hoping for a little warm-up before my next quest. You''re saving me some time."

    Without another word, the leader lunged at him, dagger flashing. Leon sidestepped effortlessly, his axe swinging in a devastating arc that forced the man to retreat. The fight was on, and Leon was more than ready.

    The quiet corner of the shop erupted into chaos as Leon''s axe clashed with the leader''s dagger. Sparks flew, and the resounding clang drew the attention of nearby shoppers and guards, who watched the unfolding fight with mixed curiosity and wariness.

    One of the thugs, a man wielding dual swords, tried to flank Leon, but Leon spun fluidly, his axe slicing through the air in a deadly arc. The man barely managed to block, his swords vibrating under the force of the blow.

    "Amateurs," Leon muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips.

    The burly man with the spiked mace roared and charged, aiming to crush Leon in one swing. Leon shifted his weight, sidestepping at the last moment and bringing his axe down onto the man''s weapon. The spiked mace cracked under the sheer force, and the man stumbled backward in shock.

    Leon capitalized on the opening, kicking the man square in the chest and sending him crashing into a display rack.

    The leader snarled. "Don''t just stand there! Take him down!"

    Two more of the pursuers rushed at Leon simultaneously¡ªa lithe woman wielding daggers coated with poison and a towering man carrying a spear.

    Leon''s movements were a blur as he parried the spear with his axe, twisting his body to avoid the woman''s slashes. One of her daggers grazed his shoulder, the poison sizzling against his armor but failing to penetrate.

    "Nice try," Leon said, his voice calm despite the flurry of attacks.

    He shoved the spear-wielder back with a powerful swing and then pivoted, catching the dagger-wielding woman off-guard with a well-aimed punch. She crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

    The spear-wielder hesitated, glancing at the downed woman and then at the others. The burly man was still groaning on the ground, and the dual-swordsman was barely holding his own.

    Leon tilted his head, his smirk growing wider. "What''s the matter? Not so confident anymore?"

    The leader gritted his teeth, his dagger glowing faintly with enchanted energy. He dashed forward again, this time faster and more precise. Leon''s axe intercepted the blow with ease, but the leader twisted, aiming a second strike at Leon''s side.

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    The leader gritted his teeth, his dagger glowing faintly with enchanted energy. He dashed forward again, this time faster and more precise. Leon''s axe intercepted the blow with ease, but the leader twisted, aiming a second strike at Leon''s side.

    Anticipating the move, Leon used his free hand to grab the leader''s wrist mid-strike. His grip was like iron, and the leader''s expression turned to one of panic.@@@@

    "You really thought this would end well for you?" Leon said, his voice low and dangerous.

    With a quick motion, Leon disarmed the leader, sending the enchanted dagger clattering to the ground. He followed up with a swift knee to the man''s stomach, causing him to collapse in a heap.

    The remaining thugs exchanged nervous glances, their resolve crumbling. One by one, they began retreating, dragging their unconscious or injured comrades with them.

    As the chaos subsided, the shop guards finally intervened, though they seemed more impressed than concerned. One of them, a grizzled veteran, approached Leon with a nod.

    "Impressive work, Ascender. We''ve been watching that group for a while. They''ve been causing trouble for others too."

    " Why don''t you guys deal with them too? " Leon asked curious.

    " Didn''t you see they didn''t harm any shops or even any other residents" Guard shrugged as Leon looked around, and nodded " Yes, it didn''t even look like there was an fight just now" He said impresses by their efficiency.

    " They cause trouble like this, avoiding breaking any Tower association laws, hence we can''t do anything about them, as for fights between ascenders, Tower official encourages it as the ascending system is easy, people can just complete some tasks and ascend " Guard said.

    " Still, there are always people like you who took care of them " He said looking at Leon approvingly.

    Leon shrugged, resting his axe on his shoulder. "They picked the wrong target today." Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

    The guard chuckled. "Fair enough. Still, you might want to be careful. If they were working for someone higher up, this might not be the last you see of them."

    "I''ll keep that in mind," Leon said, turning towards the next destination.

    He had heard of the Auction going to happen three hours from now and it''s an weekly based Auction, where people can find many good things, so Leon decided to participate in it.

    As for money, he has his charity system to take care of.

    Leon made his way through the bustling streets, his axe now securely put back in his inventory. The Tower''s intricate and well-maintained pathways led him to the central plaza, where the auction hall stood¡ªa grand structure with golden accents and large, ornate doors. The excitement of the crowd was palpable, with people of all classes and origins discussing the rare items rumored to be featured in today''s event.

    Before entering, Leon glanced at his "charity system." With a smirk, he mentally accessed the resources he''d gathered during his time in the Tower. A generous "donation" from defeated opponents and completed quests ensured he had enough funds to outbid most challengers.

    "Let''s see what treasures this auction holds," Leon muttered as he stepped inside.

    The interior of the auction hall was luxurious, with rows of plush seating arranged in tiers for optimal viewing. A large stage dominated the room, adorned with glowing symbols that enhanced visibility and protected the displayed items from potential theft or sabotage.

    Leon secured a seat in the mid-tier section, blending in with the crowd while still keeping an eye on the higher-tier VIP section above. The attendees varied from well-dressed merchants to rugged adventurers, each with their own motivations for being here.

    "Come on, give me another bid!" the auctioneer urged, raising her gavel dramatically. Her movements caused her dress to accentuate her figure, drawing the attention of many men and a few amused glances from women.

    "14¡ª" someone began, hesitating.

    "20,000!" Leon interrupted with a commanding bid, silencing the room.

    The auctioneer''s radiant smile returned, and she cast a sweet glance toward Leon. "It always works," she thought smugly, assuming he''d been charmed.

    Leon, however, remained unfazed. "I just wanted to end the bidding quickly," he mused, indifferent to the ploy.

    As the gauntlets were handed over, the auctioneer moved to the next item.

    "Our next item is..."

    A series of items followed, and Leon watched with mild interest until one caught his attention¡ªa Bright-Scaled Dragon Sword.

    "This sword, though currently graded as Uncommon, was once a legendary artifact in its prime," the auctioneer announced.

    The blade was chipped, its hilt missing, and numerous cracks ran along its length, making it look like it would shatter with a single swing.

    "While it is no longer usable as a sword, we are not selling it as a weapon but rather for the materials it contains," she added, immediately sparking interest.

    "If reforged by a Grandmaster Blacksmith, the Bright Dragon Scales within can be extracted to create a dagger of legendary quality," she explained, her words causing a stir in the audience.

    Many participants sat up straighter, their gazes fixed on the broken sword.

    Meanwhile, in VIP Room 3, Hades lounged comfortably, three scantily clad maids draped over him. Their barely-there shirts left little to the imagination as they giggled at his roaming hands.

    But as soon as he heard about the Bright Dragon Scales, his demeanor changed. He shoved the maids aside, his heated gaze locked on the stage.

    "That''s it¡ªI want it," he declared, eyes blazing with desire as he stared at the broken sword.

    " If I gift it to Arshia she will definitely go out with me " He mumbled to himself as he gazed at the dagger.

    The auctioneer smiled, sensing the growing intensity in the room. "The starting bid for the Bright-Scaled Dragon Sword is 5,000 gold coins," she announced, her tone confident as she knew this item would spark a fierce bidding war.

    "6,000!"

    "7,500!"

    "10,000!"

    The bids escalated rapidly, and the tension in the hall was palpable. Leon leaned back in his chair, observing the room''s energy with a smirk.

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    The bids escalated rapidly, and the tension in the hall was palpable. Leon leaned back in his chair, observing the room''s energy with a smirk.

    "15,000!" Hades'' voice rang out from VIP Room 3, immediately silencing the hall.

    A murmur rippled through the audience. Everyone recognized the significance of a bid from Hades, a Ascender with powerful background known for his ruthlessness and deep pockets.

    "20,000," Leon called out casually, not letting Hades'' reputation intimidate him.

    The crowd gasped, their eyes darting between Leon and Hades.

    In VIP Room 3, Hades'' face darkened as he gripped the armrest of his chair. "25,000!" he barked, his voice laced with irritation.@@@@

    Leon chuckled under his breath. "30,000," he said, his tone calm but firm.

    The auctioneer''s eyes sparkled with excitement as the bidding war continued. "Do we hear 35,000?" she asked, looking toward Hades'' room.

    Hades clenched his fists, his pride warring with his desire for the item. "35,000!" he growled, his frustration evident.

    Leon paused for a moment, then raised his hand. "50,000."

    The entire hall went silent. Even the auctioneer froze for a brief second before regaining her composure.

    Hades slammed his fist against the table in his room, causing the maids to flinch. "Damn it!" he hissed under his breath. He leaned back in his chair, seething. "Fine, you can have it, you arrogant bastard," he muttered to himself, unwilling to spend more.

    "50,000 going once... twice... sold!" the auctioneer declared, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She glanced at Leon and gave him a playful wink. "Congratulations, Ascender."

    Leon smiled faintly as he accepted the Bright-Scaled Dragon Sword. His mind was already racing with ideas for how to maximize its potential.

    As the auction continued, Leon felt a familiar presence outside the hall. He knew Hades wasn''t the type to let this go quietly.

    "He''s probably fuming right now," Leon thought, a grin tugging at his lips. "This day''s about to get more interesting."

    Meanwhile, in VIP Room 3, Hades leaned forward, his eyes narrowed. "Prepare the men," he ordered one of his attendants. "I want that sword¡ªand his head."

    The maids glanced nervously at each other, sensing the storm brewing. Hades'' reputation for holding grudges was legendary, and it seemed Leon had just become his next target.

    Leon, however, remained unbothered as he prepared to leave the auction hall. The Bright-Scaled Dragon Sword might have drawn unwanted attention, but to him, it was just another step toward his goal. Read exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

    "Our next item is equally remarkable," the auctioneer announced, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Another Bright-Scaled Dragon Sword, though this two swords has a fascinating history. The swordsman who wielded it was a practitioner of the Two-Sword Style. He slayed the dragon himself and forged two swords from its body¡ªone from its scales and another from its bones."

    She gestured dramatically as the curtain lifted, revealing another worn and damaged sword. However, this one, while still weathered, was in better condition than the previous blade.

    "Unlike the last sword, this one is Low Rare Grade," she continued. "But let me remind you¡ªthis auction isn''t for the broken sword itself but for the Bright Dragon Bones it was crafted from."

    The crowd murmured in excitement, the rarity of the item sinking in.

    This time, it wasn''t just Hades showing interest. The other VIP rooms lit up with activity. Bright Dragon Scales were rare and valuable, but they were still accessible through black-market channels. Bright Dragon Bones, however, were a different story altogether.

    Gasps rippled through the crowd. Even the auctioneer faltered for a second before regaining her composure. "100,000 gold coins!" she repeated, her voice trembling slightly with excitement. "Do I hear any higher bids?"

    Hades stood up in his booth, his face a mask of fury. His maids cowered as he slammed his fist on the table.

    "110,000!" he barked, his pride refusing to let him back down.

    Leon let out a soft laugh. He leaned forward, his voice smooth yet commanding as he delivered his final bid.

    "150,000."

    The room erupted into whispers. Even the auctioneer looked stunned as she glanced nervously toward Hades'' booth.

    Inside VIP Room 3, Hades stood frozen, his fists trembling in anger. He wanted those bones¡ªdesperately. But the number Leon had just thrown out was more than even he could justify.

    The silence stretched for several agonizing seconds before the auctioneer raised her gavel.

    "Going once... going twice..."

    She paused, giving Hades one last chance.

    "...Sold! To this handsome ascended for 150,000 gold coins!"

    Applause filled the room as Leon leaned back, satisfied.

    "Congratulations, sir," the auctioneer said with a radiant smile, her voice now directed toward Leon. "The Bright Dragon Bones are yours."

    Leon just nodded as he looked ahead to next item.

    Leon just nodded as he looked ahead to the next item.

    "Our next item is also from the same Bright Dragon Slayer," the auctioneer announced, piquing the audience''s curiosity about what was coming next.

    "Our next item is two sheaths made from Bright Dragon Skin," she said, but the crowd didn''t seem particularly interested. The auctioneer, however, maintained a mysterious smile.

    "I know what you''re all thinking," she continued. "But if these were useless items, would they really follow the sword?"

    Her rhetorical question made several people lean forward, intrigued by what secrets these sheaths might hold.

    "Both of these sheaths contain the Sword Manual of the Bright Dragon Slayer himself. However, only those who have attained Sword Lord Sword Mastery can even begin to comprehend the insights within," she explained, her tone drawing more attention.

    Leon''s eyes narrowed in interest. He knew that aside from common rankings, there were advanced rankings for weapons masters, particularly for swordsmen.

    The rankings began with Sword Apprentice, followed by Sword Knight, Sword Lord, Sword Noble, Sword Prince, Sword King, Sword Emperor, Sword Saint, and finally Sword God. The ultimate level was Supreme Sword Master, a title few had ever achieved.

    Leon leaned back, his mind racing. "This could be useful, especially if I can unlock the insights hidden within those sheaths. But I''ll need to enhance my mastery further," he thought to himself.

    The auctioneer''s smile widened as she added, "For those aiming to master the way of the sword, these sheaths are priceless treasures. Now, let''s start the bidding at 5,000 gold coins!"

    Excited murmurs spread through the crowd as the bidding began, and Leon prepared himself for another round.

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    The bidding for the sheaths started slow, but as the auctioneer revealed more about their potential, the competition heated up.

    "5,500!" a burly swordsman shouted from the main floor.

    "6,000!" came a bid from VIP Room 5, the voice calm but commanding.

    Leon leaned forward in his seat, considering his options. The Sword Lord Mastery requirement intrigued him. "Even if I can''t use it immediately, the value of these manuals in the right hands could be immense," he thought.

    ''Not to mention in my hands, I can make them more powerful'' He thought, as he joined the bid.

    "7,000!" Leon called out, raising his paddle.

    The crowd buzzed at his bid. The competition intensified as others began to sense the rarity of the item.

    "8,000!"

    "9,000!"

    "10,000!"

    The auctioneer''s eyes gleamed with excitement. "10,000! Do I hear 10,500?"

    The burly swordsman from earlier hesitated, then reluctantly raised his hand. "10,500." Stay connected via My Virtual Library Empire

    Leon smirked. He raised his paddle once more. "12,000!"

    The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of the bid palpable. The burly swordsman sat back with a growl, clearly unwilling to continue.

    "12,000 going once... going twice... sold to the gentleman! who has acquired the whole set of Bright Dragon Slayer!" the auctioneer declared with a triumphant smile, slamming her gavel down.

    Leon leaned back in his seat, satisfied. The two sheaths were now his, and he couldn''t wait to inspect them further.

    The auctioneer paused briefly before announcing the next item. "And now, ladies and gentlemen..."@@@@

    Another round of items followed. While they were undoubtedly powerful, they weren''t particularly useful to Leon in his current state. He refrained from bidding until one item caught his attention¡ªMystic Heart Flame, a treasure for alchemists.

    Roselia had lost her alchemy flames while fleeing, and although she could use her void flames, they weren''t as effective for specialized alchemy. Leon decided to buy it for her, ensuring she could return to her craft.

    The auctioneer''s voice suddenly grew more energetic, pulling the crowd''s attention.

    "Ladies and gentlemen, our next product is the final item of this auction. But this one... no one has ever seen before!" she practically yelled, hyping up the crowd.

    Everyone leaned forward, intrigued. They watched her, curious about what this new, mysterious item might be.

    Discovering a new item in the Tower was always an exciting event. Many challengers braved the trials and worlds created within the Tower, often bringing back unique treasures to auction for profit. However, many of these so-called treasures turned out to be little more than decorative curiosities¡ªthings of little actual utility.

    The crowd murmured as a large, ornate chest was brought onto the stage, its golden locks shimmering with faint magical energy. Even Leon couldn''t help but wonder what lay within.

    As the auctioneer opened the chest, the item inside turned out to be a vial¡ªa stunningly crafted container filled with a shimmering, pure dark liquid. violet streaks of silvery-white swirled within it, giving the appearance of a night sky against its deep black hue.

    "This," the auctioneer began dramatically, "is our final item. And now, we will remove its restrictions, allowing you all to use your own appraisal skills to confirm its worth. We will, of course, announce its details ourselves, but this item is so powerful that we had to take precautions to ensure you believe us."

    Grants immunity to basic light-based curses.

    Shadowborn Ascendance:

    Permanently enhances stealth and invisibility abilities, making the user undetectable in low-light or dark conditions.

    Increases evasion rate by 50% in darkness.

    King''s Aura:

    Instills respect or fear in dark-aligned creatures, granting bonuses when interacting with them.

    Side Effects

    Eternal Price: If consumed more than once, the user''s soul will bear a permanent mark of darkness, leaving them vulnerable to soul-binding or corruption.

    Post-Surge Exhaustion: After the temporary effects wear off, stamina and mana regeneration are halved for 1 hour.

    Conditions of Use : The user must possess a dark affinity of S-rank or higher to unlock the elixir''s full potential.

    Overuse may result in permanent alignment with darkness, limiting access to holy or neutral magics. ]

    "So, what is it?" Hades asked, his tone sharp as he watched the elderly appraiser closely. The old man, his brows furrowed in concentration, carefully studied the shimmering elixir vial before him. His expression was grave as he finally spoke.

    "It''s far more powerful than we anticipated," the appraiser said, setting the vial down gently. "This... we need to summon the Skeleton Army Captain, Sir Mayers"

    Hades''s eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing in disbelief. "The Skeleton Army Captain? Are you serious?"

    His father Death Lord has many divisions under him and on the first flor Skelton Army is the strongest, so if he is asking to call him then it''s a serious matter.

    The appraiser nodded solemnly. "Yes. This Elixir is too powerful we need to call sir Mayers if we need any chance of wining it" he said as Hades nodded.

    ''Sigh, it seems, I can''t get it'' He thought but he called Sir Mayers, it would be better then having it in the hands of their enemies.

    The atmosphere in the auction house was tense. In other VIP rooms, similar conversations were unfolding. Nobles and Ascenders conferred with their advisors, strategizing how best to secure the elixir. Its potential wasn''t just about its direct effects¡ªit could fundamentally alter one''s standing within the Tower of Trials.

    The Auction Manager, sensing the heightened interest, made a quick decision. She stepped onto the stage with a radiant smile and addressed the crowd.

    "Ladies and gentlemen," she began, her voice confident yet commanding, "I understand the significance of this item is greater than expected. Therefore, we will allow a 10-minute break for those who wish to summon additional resources or representatives. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity¡ªdon''t let it pass you by!"

    The crowd erupted into murmurs and hurried movement. Messengers were dispatched, communication devices buzzed, and tensions soared as bidders scrambled to pool their wealth or call upon allies to strengthen their bids.

    Back in the manger room, Angelica (Auction manager) was already planning her next move. "Send word to our reinforcements immediately," she barked at one of his attendants, who bowed and rushed off to fulfill his command.

    The appraiser cleared his throat. "Are you certain about this, My Lady? The elixir has significant drawbacks¡ªholy and neutral magic will be inaccessible, and overuse might cause¡ª"

    She waved her hand dismissively. "Bah! Holy magic? Neutral magic? I''ve survived this long without them. I''ve been stuck on this damned floor for three years. If this elixir is my key to climbing higher, I''ll take it, no matter the cost."

    Her gaze returned to the vial, her eyes gleaming with ambition. "The risks are nothing compared to what''s at stake. Power always comes with a price, and I''m more than willing to pay it."

    Angelica''s lips curled into a grin as she leaned back in her chair, confidence radiating from her. ''Who is more wealthy then me on this floor?'' she thought as she just waited for the Auction to start.

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    In those ten minutes, the auction house transformed into a hub of activity. Normally, the weekly auctions attracted only a modest crowd, but the reveal of the Elixir of Eternal Night had turned this one into an extraordinary event. Prominent figures from across the region made their way to the auction house, each eager to claim the priceless treasure.

    Hades had called for Sir Mayers, his father trusted captain, to prepare for a high-stakes bid. Meanwhile, in VIP Room 1, a beautiful young woman named Michelle contacted her elder sister, Layla, who arrived with her elite squad moments later. Similar scenes played out in the other VIP rooms as the powerful and influential summoned their allies for the battle ahead.

    While back in the hall, A commotion in the main hall quickly drew everyone''s attention.

    "What do you mean there''s no other VIP room available?" a deep, booming voice echoed, silencing the murmurs in the crowd.

    Heads turned toward the source of the outburst. A towering figure clad in shimmering cerulean armor stood at the reception desk, his imposing presence commanding the room.

    "Isn''t that the Blue Titan from the Four-Titan Guild?" someone whispered, causing a ripple of recognition among the onlookers.

    If Leon had been present, he would have instantly recognized the man as a Cerulean Race person. However, this time, it wasn''t just a representative of the guild¡ªit was their leader himself.

    The receptionist, visibly shaken, stammered, "T-there are no more VIP rooms available, sir."

    Smack!

    A loud slam reverberated as the Titan struck the desk. "Who dares take my room?" he bellowed, his voice a mix of anger and authority.

    "The one auctioning the Elixir," the receptionist replied meekly, trembling under his gaze.

    The Cerulean Titan paused, his expression shifting from anger to calculation. "So, it''s him," he muttered, his tone laced with intrigue.

    After a moment of deliberation, he straightened and declared, "Very well. For today, I''ll sit in the common room." His words stunned the crowd as he turned on his heel and walked away, his sword clinking against his armor with every step.

    Back in VIP Room 10, Leon sat comfortably, two maids standing respectfully behind him. He inspected the sheaths crafted from the Bright Dragon Slayer''s sword materials. The engravings on the sheaths caught his eye¡ª"10 Beast Slaying Arts" was etched in elegant script, hinting at secrets to be unlocked.

    "I wonder what surprises these sheaths will bring," Leon mused, carefully packing them away.

    The two maids, sensing an opportunity, spoke up. "Young Master, do you need our assistance with anything?" one of them asked, her tone laced with eagerness.

    Leon glanced at her briefly before shaking his head. His thoughts wandered for a moment, tempted to indulge in the luxurious comfort of his surroundings. But as quickly as the thought came, he slapped himself lightly, snapping out of it.

    Be cool. You have Roselia, he reminded himself firmly, suppressing any fleeting distractions.

    The maids were startled by his sudden action, watching as he wiped an embarrassed smile off his face. "No, I''m good," he said, his voice steady though his eyes watered slightly from the sting of letting these delicious foods go.

    ''Roselia you owe me two nights now'' he thought as he Roselia back in room shuddered feeling as if a predator is eyeing her.

    The maids exchanged confused glances but ultimately nodded, bowing before leaving the room.

    As the door closed, Leon let out a deep sigh, regaining his composure. "Focus," he muttered to himself, turning his attention back to the auction.

    ten minutes soon passed by as the Auction house door was closed.

    In the grand hall, the auctioneer stepped forward, her voice cutting through the murmuring crowd.

    "Ladies and gentlemen, the bidding for the Elixir of Eternal Night begins now!" she announced, her tone electric. "The starting bid is one million gold coins!"

    Viktor rubbed his temples, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Then contact the Tower Auction! I''m demanding a loan and offering my advancements in alchemy as collateral."

    The assistant winced. "We''re already in debt by millions of gold coins..." he said hesitantly, bracing for Viktor''s reaction.

    Viktor slumped back in his chair, his face falling into his hands. "Damn it! Why didn''t you tell me earlier?"

    The assistant''s voice cracked as he cried out, "I told you every single time, but you never listened!"

    Viktor: "....."

    VIP Room 10

    Leon smirked, leaning back in his chair. The commotion outside his room didn''t concern him. He had no intention of bidding, but the sheer chaos of the moment amused him.

    '' I relay wonder how much I will earn from here'' he thought as he just relaxed on the chair.

    The maid standing beside him hesitated before speaking. "Young Master, are you certain you don''t wish to participate? This item seems to be of great value."

    Leon glanced at her, chuckling. "Relax. I''m just here for the show."

    As the bidding began, the numbers rose rapidly.

    "One million!" Layla from VIP Room 1 declared confidently.

    "Two million!" Viktor shouted from VIP Room 5, his mechanical fingers tapping against the armrest.

    "Three million!" the Blue Titan growled, his voice echoing through the hall.

    "Five million," Hades said calmly from VIP Room 3, silencing the others momentarily with his sheer audacity.

    The crowd gasped at the sudden leap, but it wasn''t long before Layla raised her bid. "Seven million!"

    The auctioneer beamed. "We have seven million from VIP Room 1! Do we hear more?"

    "Ten million!" Viktor barked, standing now, his voice full of determination.

    The Blue Titan slammed his fist on the table. "Fifteen million!"

    Gasps filled the room as the numbers climbed higher and higher.

    Leon, still watching in amusement, muttered under his breath, "This is turning into a spectacle. I should sell one of these just for fun someday."

    The maid behind him giggled nervously. "Young Master, your generosity would surely cause chaos."

    Leon smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Exactly."

    he didn''t mind her listening as she is from the Auction manager side and with her he has gotten a side deal, s she knew he has one more of this Elixir.

    As the bids continued to soar, the auctioneer''s voice boomed once more. "We are now at twenty million gold coins! Does anyone wish to go higher?"

    The tension in the room was palpable, and even the VIP rooms had fallen silent as the contenders considered their next moves.

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    The auctioneer allowed the silence to stretch for a few moments, building anticipation. Her sharp eyes scanned the VIP rooms, waiting for the next bid.

    From VIP Room 1, Layla''s calm voice rang out, "Twenty-five million."

    The crowd gasped. Many in the audience whispered among themselves, calculating the sheer fortune being thrown around. For most, this bid was already a number beyond their imagination.

    In VIP Room 3, Hades leaned forward, his fingers drumming on the table. "Thirty million," he said with a smirk, his voice steady. Sir Maers raised an eyebrow at the bold bid but didn''t object.@@@@

    The Blue Titan in VIP Room 2 snarled. "Thirty-five million!" He stood abruptly, his towering figure intimidating even through the screens broadcasting his room to the main hall. "I will not lose to anyone!" he declared, his booming voice echoing.

    "but boss aren''t we were going to steal it" a member of his squad said as he waved his hand " we still need to act you know" he said as others nodded.

    In VIP Room 5, Viktor adjusted his mechanical arm, a low hum emanating from its gears. "Forty million," he said, his tone cold and calculated. His assistant visibly paled at the figure but dared not speak against him.

    '' He will be the first Alchemist who will die due to debt'' his Assistant thought.

    The auctioneer practically glowed with excitement. "Forty million gold coins! The stakes are high, and the competition fiercer than ever. Does anyone wish to bid higher?"

    Layla exchanged a look with Michelle. "Prepare the funds," Layla said firmly. Michelle nodded, immediately sending orders to their clan''s financial division. Layla leaned forward. "Forty-five million."

    Leon raised an eyebrow in VIP Room 10, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. "Forty-five million?" he muttered, leaning back in his seat. "Seems like they''re willing to sacrifice their entire fortunes for something they barely understand."

    The maid standing nearby said " Maybe but even with little side effects it''s an Elixir for those who are stuck here on this floor for decades"

    Leon nodded with a smile. "hmm that is the case though I wonder why not others VIP bidding for it?"

    "The VIP rooms from 6 to 9 are occupied by individuals so, they are mostly likely playing it safe, but maybe they will join the bid later" she said as leon nodded.

    The Blue Titan was seething now, his massive fists clenched. "Fifty million!" he roared, his declaration sending shockwaves through the hall.

    Hades chuckled in VIP Room 3. "Fifty-five million," he said smoothly, not even breaking a sweat.

    By now, the auctioneer could barely contain her excitement. "Fifty-five million gold coins! Is there anyone willing to surpass this incredible offer?"

    Layla exhaled deeply in VIP Room 1, her voice steady but with a hint of tension. "Sixty million."

    The crowd was in an uproar. Many of the attendees had never seen such astronomical figures in their lives. Whispers filled the hall as people speculated who would dare go higher.

    The Blue Titan slammed his hand on the table, cracking the wood. "Seventy million!" His voice carried the desperation of someone unwilling to lose.

    Viktor in VIP Room 5 narrowed his eyes, calculating his options. "Seventy-five million," he said, his tone like steel.

    The maid, ever prepared, answered swiftly. "That would be a young man near your age. He''s called Loki, named after his Arcane Key, which relates to the God of Mischief and Illusions. While his exact class remains unknown, rumors suggest he''s an Illusionist."

    Leon''s brow rose slightly in intrigue. "An Illusionist, huh? That could be interesting," he muttered, turning his attention back to the auction.

    The maid continued her explanations, sensing Leon''s curiosity. "In VIP Room 7, where the earlier bid came from, sits Lady Mira. She''s in her mid-twenties and is relatively new to the Tower. It''s said she began climbing late due to unknown circumstances. She handles a Necromancer-related class."

    Leon nodded, his gaze sharpening. "And the others?"

    "In VIP Room 8 is Lady Mira''s presumed sister, Nira. Unlike Mira, Nira has been on this floor for the past three years and is quite powerful. She''s long since reached the floor''s limits and is rumored to be waiting for someone¡ªperhaps her sister," the maid explained.

    She paused before moving on. "Lastly, in VIP Room 9 is Gandarf, a dwarf Blacksmith-Warrior. He''s well-known for his skill in forging and owns a shop in the Market District. His wealth likely comes from his talent and reputation."

    Leon smirked, leaning back. "Quite the lineup," he murmured. His gaze lingered on the display screen, where the numbers continued to climb.

    The auctioneer''s voice cut through the tension. "130 million gold coins! Do I hear more?"

    Without hesitation, Lady Mira''s voice from VIP Room 7 rang out. "140 million."

    A murmur swept through the crowd. The stakes were climbing higher than anyone anticipated.

    Hades in VIP Room 3 chuckled softly, his voice resonating as he declared, "150 million."

    Leon watched the scene unfold, his amusement growing. "It''s turning into quite the spectacle," he said, glancing at the maid. "Do you think anyone will back down?"

    The maid hesitated before answering. "Not anytime soon, Young Master. The competitors in these rooms are powerful and wealthy¡ªnone of them will want to appear weak."

    Leon''s grin widened. "Good. Let''s see how far their desperation will take them."

    "and how much will I earn now" he said as the maid nodded.

    The auction room buzzed with intensity as the bids climbed higher. Everyone was eager to witness how far these contenders would push their limits for the prized Elixir of Eternal Night.

    "160 million," came the cold, composed voice of Lady Mira from VIP Room 7, cutting through the escalating murmurs like a blade.

    Hades leaned back in his chair in VIP Room 3, a sly grin playing on his lips. "170 million," he said, his voice calm yet carrying an undertone of challenge. His interest in the Elixir was palpable; to him, this wasn''t just a bid but a game of dominance.

    From VIP Room 6, Loki''s voice joined the fray, tinged with amusement. "175 million. Let''s see if you''re all serious or just playing."

    The crowd gasped. Loki bid wasn''t just an amount; it was a provocation.

    Meanwhile, in VIP Room 8, Nira had been silent so far, observing the scene. But now, her deep, commanding voice cut through. "180 million."

    Her presence was imposing, and the sheer confidence in her tone sent ripples through the crowd. It wasn''t just about the Elixir for her; it was something her sister needs.

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    The auctioneer, sensing the climax nearing, raised her voice. "230 million! This is your chance to claim a treasure that could reshape your destiny. Do I hear more?"

    The room held its breath, waiting to see who would make the next move.

    The tension in the auction house was palpable. Every eye was locked on the glowing screen displaying the current bid.

    "240 million," came Loki''s smooth, mocking voice from VIP Room 6. His tone was light, almost playful, as if he were toying with the others. "Come on now, surely the rest of you aren''t done yet?"

    Hades'' chuckle echoed through VIP Room 3. "245 million," he said, his tone laced with amusement. "A little shadow trickster like you shouldn''t play with the big leagues, Loki."

    The jab was subtle but clear. Loki smirked from his room, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned back.

    Lady Mira in VIP Room 7 didn''t even flinch. "250 million," she declared coolly, her voice steady and unwavering. For her, this was no longer about money¡ªit was about power and the opportunity the Elixir could provide to solidify her position as a rising force.

    In VIP Room 8, Nira frowned. Her sister''s determination was admirable, but this was getting dangerously expensive. Still, she knew she couldn''t let Mira face the challenge alone. "260 million," she called, her voice deep and commanding.

    Gandarf from VIP Room 9 grumbled under his breath. "These young ones don''t know the value of coin," he muttered before raising his bid. "270 million."

    His tone was resolute, his mind racing with thoughts of what he could accomplish if he won the Elixir. To him, it was a strategic investment, one that could elevate his craft to unprecedented heights.

    The auctioneer beamed as she called out the new number. "270 million! A historic moment for our auction house! Do I hear more?"

    Leon, still lounging comfortably in VIP Room 10, glanced at the maid. "What''s your bet? Who''s folding first?" Your next chapter is on My Virtual Library Empire

    The maid hesitated, her cheeks slightly flushed at being addressed so casually. "I... I believe Lady Mira might push the hardest, but Master Hades is egotistical. He might go further just to prove a point."

    Leon chuckled. "Sounds about right. Let''s see how far their pride takes them."

    Hades leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with challenge. "280 million," he said, his voice calm yet filled with authority.

    Loki clapped his hands mockingly from VIP Room 6. "Impressive! But let''s make it more fun. 285 million."

    Lady Mira raised her hand almost immediately. "290 million."

    Her cold demeanor showed no signs of faltering, and the determination in her eyes was enough to silence the whispers in the crowd.

    In VIP Room 8, Nira sighed heavily. "300 million."

    The hall erupted into gasps and murmurs. Crossing the 300-million mark was unthinkable for most, but Nira''s bid showed she wasn''t about to back down.

    Gandarf gritted his teeth. He was wealthy, but this was pushing his limits. "305 million," he said, his deep voice filled with resolve.

    The auctioneer, almost breathless with excitement, called out, "305 million! This is a monumental moment! Do I hear higher?"

    Leon smirked. "Rather than that, I think Unique Skills are better. After all, who wouldn''t already use the class skills they naturally obtain for themselves?" His voice carried an air of authority, drawing attention to his room.

    The auction house fell silent, everyone intrigued by the boy who had just spoken. They all suspected the one auctioning the Elixir of Night was in one of the VIP rooms, but none had imagined it was someone so young.

    Loki chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "I thought it would be an old man at the end of his life auctioning the Elixir. But you''ve just started your climb. Why would you give up such a treasure?"

    Leon''s voice was calm but firm. "My class alignment is Holy."

    A wave of understanding swept through the room. For others, the Elixir of Night was a blessing, but for someone with a Holy alignment, it was nothing short of poison.

    "What a pity," Loki mused aloud. "This Elixir is undoubtedly an S-rank reward, yet it doesn''t match your level."

    Inwardly, Loki''s thoughts churned. You fool. If you''d consumed it, your Holy class could have evolved into an Unholy class¡ªa rare dual alignment with both Holy and Devil attributes. Clearly, you''re not from a big clan, or you would''ve known this simple fact. He shook his head, dismissing the thought.

    "You''re right about unique skills," Loki conceded. "But let''s have both: class skills and unique skills. That way, there''s more variety."

    Leon nodded in agreement.

    "So, who''s going first?" Loki asked, his voice challenging. Seeing no immediate response, he smirked and said, "Let''s simply start from VIP Room 1."

    In VIP Room 1, Layla leaned back with a sly smile. "Alright," she said. "I''ll start. I''ll put forth an Epic-ranked skill: Frost Barrage."

    Her words caused a magical book to materialize, floating from her room into the auctioneer''s hands.

    Layla''s voice echoed confidently. "And I will only accept skills in exchange," she added, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

    "I offer Skeleton Armor of Epic rank in exchange," Hades said from VIP Room 2, his cold voice cutting through the room.

    The auctioneer held both skills in her hands, excitement clear in her tone. "We now have an offer! Frost Barrage for Skeleton Armor! Does anyone else wish to propose a trade or counteroffer?"

    The tension in the auction house grew heavier as Leon''s calm voice rang out from VIP Room 10.

    "I have Volcanic Burst," he said confidently.

    Layla''s voice from VIP Room 1 quickly followed. "And the rank?"

    Leon smirked. "Of course, it''s Epic rank."

    A brief silence filled the room before Layla responded. "Deal."

    The auctioneer clapped her hands in excitement, her voice brimming with energy. "A successful exchange! Frost Barrage from VIP Room 1 has been traded for Volcanic Burst from VIP Room 10!"

    The crowd murmured in awe. While this was a skill auction, the fact that Epic-ranked skills were already being traded so early was impressive.

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    The crowd murmured in awe. While this was a skill auction, the fact that Epic-ranked skills were already being traded so early was impressive.

    "Now, moving on to VIP Room 2," the auctioneer said, her voice cutting through the chatter. She turned her attention toward Hades, who had already offered Skeleton Armor earlier.

    Hades leaned back in his chair, his cold gaze flickering with amusement. "I''ll put forth another Epic-ranked skill: Death''s Grasp."

    Gasps and murmurs filled the room as the name of the skill sent a chill down many spines. A spectral book floated from VIP Room 2, landing in the auctioneer''s hands.

    "And what do you want in exchange?" the auctioneer asked, her excitement barely contained.

    Hades'' voice was calm but commanding. "I seek a skill of equal rank, preferably one with offensive properties."

    The room fell silent for a moment as the guests weighed their options.

    Loki''s voice suddenly broke the quiet from VIP Room 6. "I''ll offer Illusory Blades, Epic rank. A perfect mix of offense and trickery¡ªright up your alley."

    Hades chuckled softly, the sound echoing ominously. "Interesting. Anyone else?"

    Leon''s gaze shifted slightly. He considered stepping in but decided to observe for now, letting the other bidders reveal their cards.

    The auctioneer''s gaze swept the room. "Any other offers for Death''s Grasp, or shall we finalize this trade?"

    "I will offer Abyssal Spear of EPic rank" Leon voice sounded as Hades said "deal"

    "Congratulations to Sir Hades" Auctioneer said as she sent the Death grasp to leon while the Abyssal Spear went to Hades.

    "Now to VIP Room 3," the auctioneer said, pausing as the room grew quiet.

    Blue Titan''s voice echoed as he said, "I will offer a Class Skill from my Raging Sea Berserker Class¡ªit''s called Shark Assault."

    As he finished speaking, a glowing blue skill book materialized in the auctioneer''s hands. "Since the specifics of this skill are not widely known, we will allow everyone to inspect it," she announced, raising the book so all could observe it.

    As the blue skill book hovered in her hand, a brief inspection revealed its impressive details:

    [ Shark Assault ]

    Rank: Epic

    Description: Summon an elemental shark to attack the target, dealing 1,000% Sea Damage and 500% Penetration Damage per bite.

    Duration: 5 seconds (increases with skill level).

    Mana Cost: 1,000.

    Cooldown: 10 minutes.

    The auctioneer announced the skill, her voice brimming with excitement. "Ladies and gentlemen, Blue Titan from VIP Room 3 has offered the class skill Shark Assault of the Raging Sea Berserker class! A skill of remarkable power!"

    "Now," the auctioneer continued, "who among you wishes to trade for this devastating skill? What will you offer to match its power and rarity?"

    The murmurs grew louder as the attendees whispered about the rarity of the ingredients being presented.

    Not to be outdone, Mira from VIP Room 7 spoke up, her voice calm and measured. "Moonlit Dewdrop, a Legendary ingredient that boosts any potion''s effectiveness by 50%. My offer."

    Hades, from VIP Room 2, added his bid next. "Infernal Ember Core, a Legendary ingredient with fire and destructive properties, essential for forging top-tier weapons."

    The auctioneer turned to Rias in VIP Room 5, intrigued. "It seems you have many enticing offers. Which will you choose?"

    Rias smirked, her voice smooth and confident. "I''ll take the Abyss Essence Bead."

    The exchange was completed swiftly, with the Legendary Skill Book: Crimson Barrier being delivered to Leon and the Abyss Essence Bead sent to Rias.

    "Congratulations to both Sir Leon and Lady Rias," the auctioneer said, smiling. "Now, let''s move on to the next VIP Room. VIP Room 6, Loki, you''re up."

    "It''s the class skill Illusionary Blade," Loki shrugged as the auctioneer nodded.

    ''I don''t have any illusion class skills,'' Leon thought before speaking up. "I offer Lightning Spear," he said, as others didn''t seem much interested.

    ''He really isn''t from a prominent background,'' Loki thought. Illusionary Blade is an Epic rank skill, but it''s slow and predictable, not a very powerful attack. Yet, he''s getting a powerful offensive skill in exchange. It only benefits him.

    "Okay, deal," Loki said as the skill books were exchanged.

    The auctioneer smiled as the exchange was completed smoothly. "A deal has been made between Sir Leon and Loki. Now, let''s move on to VIP Room 7. Lady Nira, please."

    Nira''s calm voice echoed through the hall. "I offer Spectral Wraith¡ªa Epic summoning skill, capable of commanding spirits to fight for the user."

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    After a brief pause, Hades from VIP Room 2 spoke up. "Shadow Bind¡ªa powerful control skill that can immobilize enemies in place. I offer this in exchange."

    Leon, never one to back down, quickly made his move. "Heaven''s Thunder¡ªan Epic rank offensive skill with lightning-based attacks."

    The auctioneer glanced between the bids, waiting for anyone else to step forward. When no one else spoke, she nodded.

    "Looks like we have a few offers here. Lady Mira, do you have a preference?" the auctioneer asked.

    Mira raised an eyebrow, inspecting the skill offers carefully. After a moment, she replied, "I''ll take Heaven''s Thunder."

    The skill books were swiftly exchanged, and Leon added another power to his repertoire.

    "Congratulations to both parties. Now, let''s move on to VIP Room 8."

    The excitement in the room was palpable as the next exchange loomed closer.

    Mira voice sounded as like her sister she is also a Dark attribute class user, her class is called Death Mage, it is an Legendary class "I offer Epic rank skill book - Dark Scythe "

    "A powerful skill, let''s see what she can get in exchange" Auctioneer said hyping up as Mra voice once again sounded " I only need a holy attribute Skill"

    She said as Hades frowned, ''this bitch, is she aiming for him?'' he thought as he looked at VIP room 10.

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    The auctioneer scanned the room, her curiosity piqued by Mira''s unique demand. "A Holy Attribute skill in exchange for the Epic-ranked skill Dark Scythe. A rare and specific request¡ªdoes anyone have an offer?"

    The room fell silent for a moment, with only murmurs filling the air. Mira''s class, being Legendary and dark-aligned, was known for its synergy with forbidden and shadow-based magic. Her sudden interest in a holy skill raised eyebrows, particularly from those aware of her cunning reputation.

    Breaking the silence, Leon''s voice came from VIP Room 10. "I offer Holy Judgement, Epic rank. A powerful area-of-effect skill that damages enemies and heals allies simultaneously."

    The crowd buzzed with excitement as the description of Holy Judgement was well-known among the elite.

    Mira smirked slightly. "A decent offer, but is there anything else?"

    Hades, leaning back in his seat, gave a dark chuckle before speaking. "Purity Shield, Epic rank. A defensive Holy skill that can nullify dark magic attacks."

    The crowd''s murmurs grew louder as the intensity of the trade increased. Mira''s target seemed clear¡ªshe wanted something to counter her own weaknesses.

    The auctioneer turned to Mira, her voice steady. "Lady Mira, these are strong offers. Do you wish to accept one, or shall we wait for additional bids?"

    Mira''s calm, calculated voice echoed through the hall. "Purity Shield from VIP Room 2. That is my choice."

    The skill books were exchanged swiftly, and Mira''s sly grin didn''t go unnoticed. Hades narrowed his eyes, sensing the shift in the game, but said nothing.

    "Congratulations to Lady Mira and Sir Hades for a successful trade!" the auctioneer announced, keeping the energy high. "Now, onto VIP Room 8. Lady Nira, it''s your turn!"

    The hall grew quiet once again, all eyes turning toward VIP Room 8 as Nira prepared her offer.

    "A summoning skill called Nightmare Hound. It summons hell dogs that breathe Void flames," she said coldly. Leon''s eyes lit up. "That''s cool!" he thought before speaking up. "I''ve got Shadow Hawk, Epic rank. A bird that shoots Hell lightning."

    Before anyone could respond, Nira''s voice rang out. "Deal," she said, and the auctioneer exchanged the skill books.

    Next, Gandarf exchanged his Volcanic Hammer with Loki for Myriad Phantoms, and Leon offered a skill called Nether Spear, which Hades accepted in exchange for the Dark Knight Summoning skill.

    As the auction concluded, Leon emoted a thanks and left. Everyone lingered in VIP Room 10 but refrained from entering, unsure of what to expect from him. Leon, however, was now with the woman in front of him, whose presence was undeniably seductive. Her attire caught his attention¡ªshe wore a dress that could easily be described as stripper-like, so short it barely covered anything.

    "Just a question. You''re not seriously trying to charm me, are you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

    The woman smirked, snapping her fingers. In an instant, her appearance changed, and she now stood before him in a more businesslike outfit.@@@@

    "Most get seduced by my skills, you know," she replied, casually crossing one leg over the other.

    Leon raised an eyebrow, scanning her again. "You''re still styling," he said, noticing that she wasn''t wearing a skirt and that her panties were fully visible, and they are fucking transparent designed.

    "Oh, no, that''s just me," she said with a grin. "I like to lounge around most of the time."

    "Well, I think I like this trade," he said as he grabbed her waist and kissed back,

    Mhmm

    she moaned as the night of theirs just started.

    The morning sun streamed through the windows of the auction house manager''s room as Leon stretched and yawned, his body feeling both exhausted and refreshed. He stood up from the bed, glancing over at Angelica, who was still peacefully asleep. Her expression was serene, a stark contrast to the intense and playful energy from the night before.

    He stepped out of bed and found the washroom, then came out to find Angelica awake. "That was the best night I''ve ever had," she said, as Leon looked at her in confusion. "But you were a virgin just last night?"

    "Yes, but if I knew this would feel so good, I would have done it a long time ago," she replied, as Leon just waved his hand dismissively.

    "No, that''s just me. You won''t ever find a big package like mine anywhere," he said, and Angelica looked down between his legs.

    "Maybe," she said with a sly grin, throwing a card at him. Leon caught it and read her name and contact details on it.

    "Call me when you reach the second floor," she said, as Leon asked, "You''re going to ascend?"

    "Yes, this Elixir is all I need. With it, I can finally ascend," she explained.

    Leon asked, "You''re not going to drink it yourself?"

    She nodded. "Yes, I accidentally broke something important, and now that it''s owner want something of equal value, this Elixir is my key to freeing me from this damned prison."

    "You say it''s hard?" Leon asked.

    "Hard? Hell, I was a genius, but jeez, I accidentally took what wasn''t meant for me. That guy imprisoned me," she said, her anger rising.

    "But didn''t you say you broke it?" Leon asked, confused.

    "I broke the seal and drank the Elixir, same thing," she said. Leon resisted the urge to say it wasn''t the same.

    "Okay, maybe it will help you. I will be going now," he said, and Angelica nodded.

    "This body will now only belong to you. Think of it as a privilege for getting me out of this dump," she said as he suddenly stopped hearing her. "Then let me have a taste of it before you go back," he added, as he jumped back into bed, and another round of passion ensued in the room.

    After some hours, Leon could be seen walking down the road, looking around.

    "Where were you?" a voice called out from behind, breaking Leon''s thoughts. He turned to see Roselia standing in the distance, looking both amused and slightly irritated.

    "I went to weekly Auction" He said as he smiled and came near her.

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    "Weekly auction, huh?" Roselia nodded, but then she came closer to him, sniffing the air around him.

    "What are you doing?" Leon asked, backing away while trying to maintain a calm face.

    "Who is she?" Roselia asked coldly, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him.

    "What do you mean?" Leon asked, feigning ignorance, but Roselia pressed on. "I can clearly smell the scent of a virgin girl on you," she said as she crossed her arms and stared him down.

    "Do you have another lover outside, or was it just a one-night thing?" she asked bluntly. Leon sighed, realizing there was no point in hiding it, so he spilled the truth.

    "Hm, I see... so this Angelica, huh?" she said with a nod before adding, "By the way, to think you could even seduce an angel into bed, you''re really something." She smirked teasingly as Leon froze in place.

    "Angel?" he asked, startled.

    "Yes, the scent on you is clearly angelic, and she has marked you too," Roselia said as he tensed up.

    "I didn''t know she was an angel," Leon admitted, and Roselia gave him a pointed look.

    "Well, you did say she was imprisoned, so maybe someone trapped her on this floor and sealed her powers," she said thoughtfully. Leon and Roselia continued walking side by side, the conversation leaving him lost in thought.

    "And she''s marked me, huh?" Leon sighed, wondering what Angelica saw in him to make such a bold move.

    "Yep, she''s really marked you," Roselia confirmed with a teasing smirk. Leon''s mind wandered as he recalled the significance of an angel''s mark.

    Angels, like the myths describe, are pure beings. However, they are also incredibly prideful, viewing themselves as superior to other races. Their purity is their pride, and even among their own kind, engaging in intimacy is rare, considered akin to animal behavior.

    But once in a while, oddballs like Angelica emerge¡ªangels who don''t care about purity or pride. They do whatever they want, and when they form a bond, they mark their partners. This mark is essentially a declaration to other angels, saying, "He''s mine." It also warns off any potential rivals, be it other angels or members of other races.

    Now, Leon was stuck. The mark didn''t affect Roselia since she was already with him, and Angelica came second. However, if Leon tried to get close to anyone new, the heavenly thunder¡ªan Ex-rank skill for good reason¡ªwould strike the girl he is going to fuck.

    ''No wonder she was acting all sweet, saying things like "This body only belongs to you." It was a trap all along,'' Leon thought bitterly, remembering Angelica''s seductive words.@@@@

    "Fufufu..." Roselia giggled, clearly amused at his predicament. Leon shot her a glare.

    "Hmph, she''s now not with us, so it''s still only you who will accompany me," Leon declared firmly. Then, with a sly grin, he added, "But be ready to not sleep at night from now on."

    Roselia froze for a moment, her cheeks flushing red as his words sank in. Her reaction drew the attention of a few passersby, who glanced at her curiously. Embarrassed, she quickly ran after Leon, flustered.

    The dungeon echoed with the sounds of battle as Leon and Roselia pushed deeper into its depths. The Spitters became more numerous, their acidic sprays covering the walls and floor in a hazardous mess. Despite the danger, Leon and Roselia maintained their rhythm, their contrasting fighting styles complementing each other perfectly.

    Leon relied on brute force, his axe cleaving through multiple enemies with each swing. At one point, he stomped on the ground, creating a shockwave that sent several Spitters flying before smashing them mid-air with a powerful horizontal slash.

    "Who needs finesse when you''ve got raw power?" he shouted over the cacophony, his confidence evident.

    Roselia rolled her eyes as she gracefully danced around the acid explosions, her movements so fluid they seemed choreographed. "And who needs brute force when you can end them before they even get close?" she retorted, taking out three Spitters with a single sweep of her blades.

    The two continued their playful banter until the cavern suddenly fell silent. The eerie quiet was broken only by the sound of their footsteps echoing against the stone walls.

    "This is it," Leon muttered, gripping his axe tightly. "The Abomination King''s lair should be just ahead."

    Roselia nodded, her playful demeanor replaced by a serious expression. "Remember, magic doesn''t work on him. Keep your focus, and don''t let your guard down."

    As they stepped into the final chamber, they were greeted by a massive figure towering over them. The Abomination King was a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and bone, its body covered in pulsating sores that oozed a dark, viscous liquid. Its eyes glowed a sickly green, and its deep, guttural growl sent shivers down their spines.

    "Finally," Leon said with a grin, his blood pumping in anticipation. "Let''s see if you can handle my axe, big guy."

    The Abomination King let out an earth-shaking roar, charging at them with surprising speed for its massive size. Leon met its charge head-on, swinging his axe with all his might. The weapon connected with the creature''s arm, forcing it to stagger back.

    "Roselia, now!" Leon shouted.

    Roselia darted around the King''s flank, her blades flashing as she targeted the creature''s vulnerable joints. Her attacks were precise, aiming to weaken its mobility.

    The King roared in anger, swiping at her with its massive claws, but she was too quick. She flipped backward, landing gracefully out of its reach.

    Leon took advantage of the distraction, slamming his axe into the King''s knee with a deafening crack. The creature howled in pain, falling to one knee.

    "Finish it!" Roselia shouted, throwing one of her blades toward the King''s exposed neck.

    Leon didn''t hesitate. He leaped into the air, bringing his axe down with all his strength. The blade cleaved through the King''s neck, severing its head in one clean strike.

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    The massive body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

    "Victory!" Leon shouted, raising his axe triumphantly.

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    "Victory!" Leon shouted, raising his axe triumphantly.

    But before he could bask in his triumph, a massive punch sent him flying, slamming him into the jagged wall of the cave with a bone-shaking crash.@@@@

    "Leon!" Roselia yelled as she darted toward him, quickly pulling him out of the crater his body had made in the wall.

    "Damn it... I cut off its neck, didn''t I?" Leon groaned, wiping the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

    "Yes, but look at it!" Roselia said, pointing toward the massive body.

    Leon''s eyes widened as he saw the Abomination King''s severed neck pulsating with sickly green veins. The veins extended toward the dismembered head, dragging it back onto its body. In mere moments, the creature was whole again, its glowing eyes now brighter and filled with fury.

    "What the...?" Leon''s voice was filled with disbelief as he took in the sight.

    "Yep," Roselia said, smacking him lightly on the head. "You forgot to check the Abomination King''s abilities. Probably too distracted by that angel girl."

    Leon rubbed the back of his head, a sheepish look on his face. "Ahem, it wasn''t the angel girl¡ªit was the auction..."

    Roselia shot him a sarcastic glare. "Yeah, sure. Anyway, focus! This thing has entered its second phase now."

    Leon gritted his teeth, trying to recall his studies of the Abomination King from before their descent.

    "Second phase?" he asked as the monstrous figure began to morph before their eyes.

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    "Yes," Roselia explained. "It has three phases. With each one, its size decreases by half, but its agility and power increase by 50%. This thing''s only going to get deadlier!"

    "Now it''s just the second phase, there is one more phase left" she added.

    Leon stared at the creature as its once-massive form shrank, transforming into a grotesque, sinewy version of itself. Its body was now covered in pulsating pustules, each oozing a dangerous-looking liquid. Its movements were sharper, quicker, and far more menacing.

    "Great, now it''s smaller, faster, and even uglier," Leon muttered, gripping his axe tighter.

    Roselia prepared her blades, her stance low and ready. "Let''s just kill it."

    The Abomination King let out a guttural roar and charged at them with blinding speed. As Leon and Roselia braced for the next wave of the fight, the tension in the air was palpable. This wasn''t over¡ªnot by a long shot.

    Leon sidestepped the Abomination King''s initial charge, the sheer force of its movement kicking up debris from the cave floor. He swung his axe in a wide arc, aiming for the creature''s side. The blade connected, but instead of a clean cut, it struck one of the pulsating pustules.

    Pop!

    Roselia scoffed while parrying another strike from the creature. "It''s way too wild," she replied, her tone half-joking.

    Meanwhile, Leon clenched his fists, channeling his destructive mana to expel the poison from his body. His veins glowed faintly as he endured the searing pain without flinching.

    "Yeah, it''s good," Roselia admitted, dodging another attack. "But this thing can only maintain this form for ten minutes. After that, it''ll revert to its oversized ugly self."

    Leon nodded. "Ten minutes, huh? I think we''ve had enough fun. Let''s end this."

    Roselia grinned. "About time. Show me what you''ve got."

    Leon dismissed his axe, a pulse of mana shimmering in its place as he summoned his Arune weapon. Golden runes appeared around him, glowing ominously as the Trident of Destruction materialized in his hands. The black trident, adorned with intricate golden markings, looked like a divine weapon forged for annihilation.

    He twirled the trident, its aura crackling with power. "Tandav," he muttered, activating one of his most advanced abilities.

    Immediately, Leon began to move with a fluid grace, his feet gliding across the ground as if he were dancing rather than fighting. Every step was deliberate, his strikes with the trident rhythmic yet devastating. He weaved around the Abomination King''s attacks, countering with precision and power that sent shockwaves through the cave.

    The Tandava skill, an exclusive ability from his World-Destroying Berserker class, continuously increased his stats by 1% for every second he remained in motion. To maintain the skill, Leon had to keep moving, a challenge he turned into an art form. His movements were hypnotic, resembling an elegant yet destructive dance.

    Clang!

    Clang!

    The sound of the trident clashing against the Abomination King''s claws echoed through the cave. Leon''s strikes were relentless, each blow pushing the creature back despite its monstrous strength. He spun, twirled, and struck with precision, his form radiating confidence.

    "It''s like he''s mocking his opponent," Roselia thought, watching Leon''s mesmerizing display. His movements were effortless, his expression calm and focused, as if the Abomination King was nothing more than a minor obstacle in his path.

    Even the creature, once dominant, seemed unnerved by Leon''s relentless onslaught. Its once-unstoppable attacks now faltered under the barrage of strikes from the trident.

    Leon smirked, his confidence growing as he felt the Tandava''s power build within him. "Let it reach 10%," he thought, spinning the trident in a dazzling display. "Then I''ll release the final step."

    The Abomination King roared in fury, launching a desperate attack. Leon sidestepped gracefully, his trident spinning like a cyclone as he retaliated. Each movement was like a symphony of destruction, and Leon was its conductor.

    For a moment, Roselia was transfixed. Leon, bathed in the golden light of his runes and the eerie glow of the cave, looked less like a man and more like a god of war, completely in control.

    The battle was nearing its climax, and the Abomination King was running out of time.

    7%

    Clang! Burst!

    9%

    Leon continued his relentless assault, unleashing strike after strike with his trident. Every movement was deliberate, aimed at building his stats to the critical 10% mark before releasing one of the two devastating skills available under the Tandava ability.

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    Leon continued his relentless assault, unleashing strike after strike with his trident. Every movement was deliberate, aimed at building his stats to the critical 10% mark before releasing one of the two devastating skills available under the Tandava ability.

    His eyes remained locked on the steadily rising stat bar, ignoring the pain in his body and the Abomination King''s desperate attacks.

    10%

    A grin spread across Leon''s face as he felt the power surge through him. "Now," he whispered, spinning his trident with incredible speed. "Celestial Wrath Strike."

    Celestial Wrath Strike

    Effect: A devastating finishing move where the user channels all accumulated power into a single trident thrust. This attack pierces through enemies, leaving a path of destruction.

    Damage: Deals 4000% of the user''s base attack in a straight line over 30 meters.

    Additional Effects: Leaves a burning trail that deals 10% of the user''s base attack as DoT(Damage over Time) for 5 seconds to all enemies within the line of attack.

    Mana Cost: 50% of total mana.

    Cooldown: 45 seconds.

    As Leon activated the skill, his trident suddenly glowed, its tip encased in a swirling black light. He twirled the weapon in a circular motion before thrusting it straight at the Abomination King with all his might.

    The point of impact was catastrophic. The Abomination King was obliterated in a single strike, its grotesque form disintegrating into ash. The trident''s energy continued forward in a straight line, carving through the cave and leaving behind a burning trail of destruction before finally dissipating.

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    "That is a really powerful skill," Roselia said, clearly impressed.

    Leon nodded but glanced at his mana bar, now reduced to just 30%. He sighed. "But it''s way too mana-consuming."

    Roselia chuckled. "True, but it''s still a great skill. Since it consumes mana as a percentage, it will remain useful no matter your Tier. It scales with your strength."

    Leon nodded in agreement as he examined the loot. "It seems the Abomination King is a famous quest target," he sighed, picking up the core of the defeated monster.

    "Well, it can only be used as a material to craft a weapon," he added.

    Roselia took the core from him, inspecting it carefully. "Or a potion," she suggested, her eyes gleaming with interest.

    Leon nodded, handing it to her. "You can have it."

    The two returned to a nearby town, heading straight to an inn renowned for its hearty meals. They wasted no time ordering and were soon digging into a feast fit for champions.

    "Ahh~~" Leon sighed in satisfaction, leaning back in his chair after finishing his third plate of grilled fish in a row. "This fish is amazing! So tender and flavorful," he said, picking up another forkful from a fresh plate.

    Roselia chuckled, watching him devour the food with unrelenting enthusiasm. "You act like you haven''t eaten in days," she teased, though she was steadily working through her own plate.

    "Well, after fighting that ugly excuse for a king, I feel like I deserve this," Leon said, grinning as he reached for a glass of juice.

    Roselia shook her head but couldn''t hide the amusement in her eyes. "Just don''t eat the whole inn dry. We still have a Death Puppet King to deal with."

    "Don''t worry," Leon said, waving her off with a laugh. "This is just fueling up for the next fight."

    She smirked. "Good, because that one''s going to be even tougher."

    Leon shrugged though this time he made sure to learn about this Death puppet king properly before rushing in blindly lest he gets smacked like last time.

    After finishing their meal, Leon stretched with a satisfied groan. "Alright, that hit the spot. Ready to head out?" he asked, as he pays the bill.

    Roselia wiped her lips with a napkin and stood, her twin blades sheathed neatly at her sides. "Let''s go. The Death Puppet King won''t defeat itself."

    The two made their way out of the inn and into the bustling town square. Villagers greeted them with nods of respect, word of their victory over the Abomination King having already spread.

    As they approached the town''s outskirts, Roselia glanced at Leon. "The Death Puppet King... have you heard much about it?"

    Leon frowned slightly, recalling what he had read. "It''s said to control an army of puppets¡ªmindless warriors made from the corpses of its victims. The more puppets it has, the stronger it becomes. And it has a nasty habit of using strings infused with dark mana to control its enemies mid-fight."

    Roselia''s expression turned serious. "So we''ll need to watch each other''s backs. If one of us gets caught in those strings¡ª"

    "We cut them free immediately," Leon finished, nodding. "I''ve already thought of that. My trident''s reach and your agility should give us an edge. But we''ll need to be quick¡ªthis isn''t going to be an easy fight."

    "No to mention this guy is opposite of Abomination king , only Magic works on him" he said and then added with a Grin " And I happen to test my new Destruction class magic spells"

    As they reached the edge of the forest, the path leading to the Death Puppet King''s lair loomed ahead, dark and foreboding. The air grew colder, and a sense of unease settled over the area.

    "Looks like we''re close," Roselia said, unsheathing her blades and inspecting them.

    Leon twirled his trident, a confident grin on his face despite the tension in the air. "Let''s see if this king is as terrifying as they say¡ªor if it''s just another pile of bones waiting to be broken."

    With that, they stepped into the forest, the shadows swallowing them whole as they moved closer to their next challenge.

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    The Death Pupper King''s lair was like any other Undead King''s lair¡ªa massive, eerie mansion.

    "I really wonder just who were the people who liked to build mansions in the middle of a forest. I mean, what were they thinking, making their houses here?" Leon remarked as he looked at the spooky mansion and shrugged.

    "Yeah, what they were thinking is beyond me too," Roselia replied. "But maybe it fits the theme of the first floor. First floor history is there was once a kingdom here, but it fell under the curse of an Archdark Magus who was wronged by the nobility of his land. Due to the curse, all the nobles and royals were turned into undead, with their leaders transformed into kings."

    "You sure know a lot," Leon said, glancing at Roselia. She waved him off with a small smile.

    "Nah, when you went to auction, I got bored, so I started learning about the history of the first floor," she explained, and Leon nodded in understanding.

    "Let''s go and greet him," he said as they approached the mansion.

    As they entered, they saw puppet-like maids cleaning the halls. Spotting Leon and Roselia, the maids paused and turned toward them, their lifeless eyes locking on the intruders. Suddenly, a chilling creak echoed, and the maids began rushing at them.

    "Is it even clean?" Leon quipped as he hurled an Aether Bolt at the nearest maid, destroying her instantly. Roselia followed suit, taking out the second maid with ease, with her flying slashes.

    "Almost forget , I got some good things for you too" Leon said as he took out he special flame he has got.

    "Here it is for you," Leon said, taking out the Mystic Heart Flame and handing it to her.@@@@

    "An alchemy flame!" Roselia exclaimed upon seeing it. Being an alchemist, she immediately recognized the flame''s extraordinary properties.

    "This... is it really for me?" she asked, staring at the pale blue flames in her hands. The flame pulsed from time to time, as if it had a heartbeat, rhythmically throbbing with life.

    "Yes, I found it at the auction, so I bought it for you," he said casually, as a notification rang in his mind.

    [Congratulations, Host, on obtaining the Nether Heart Flame after 30x rebate.]

    "I also have these," Leon continued, pulling out more items. "They are made from the scales and bones of a dragon, and this sheath here has the sword art of the Bright Dragon Slayer forged into it."

    He handed over the items to Roselia, who took them carefully.

    "They match your class," he added with a small smile.

    Roselia nodded, holding the items close. "Thank you," she said sincerely.

    Roselia nodded, her excitement evident as she accepted the swords.

    Meanwhile, Leon decided it was time to focus on improving his swordsmanship. As for the ten Beast Slaying Arts he had come across, he chose to learn the rebate version. Thanks to the 30x rebate, he obtained the Beast Emperor Slayer Art.

    This art was a specialized sword technique created explicitly for slaying numerous beasts. It utilized a unique form of Beast Slaying Sword Energy, which was highly effective against a wide variety of beasts, amplifying the damage dealt to them and negating their natural defenses.

    "Now, let''s go and test out your swords," Leon said, his tone brimming with anticipation. Roselia nodded in agreement, gripping her new weapons tightly.

    They continued to move forward through the dungeon. This time, there were no puppet maids in sight. Instead, they encountered butlers¡ªan upgraded form of the maids. The butlers, unarmed yet imposing, moved with eerie precision, their metallic-like fists aimed at the intruders.

    "This dungeon is seriously messed up," Leon remarked as he dodged an incoming attack. With a swift kick, he sent a butler flying backward. The destructive mana embedded in his strike eradicated the puppet instantly. Leon smirked, satisfied with the result.

    Noticing the relentless wave of enemies, Leon took out his staff and began to bombard the butlers with Aether Magic. His destructive magic, although powerful, was deliberately held back to avoid excessive mana consumption. Instead, he relied on the versatility of Aether Magic, which emitted bolts of energy that struck with precise force.

    Each Aether bolt pierced through the butlers, eliminating them on the spot. The numbers began to dwindle rapidly as Leon methodically reduced their forces.

    Meanwhile, Roselia wielded her new swords with expert skill. Her weapons radiated a special type of energy¡ªSword Engraved Mana¡ªwhich infused her strikes with devastating power. She danced through the battlefield, slashing through the butlers with elegance and precision, each swing of her blade effortlessly slicing them apart.

    The combined onslaught of Leon''s magic and Roselia''s swordsmanship turned the tide of battle. The butlers, despite their enhanced strength and agility, fell one by one.

    Leon glanced at Roselia, who finished off a cluster of butlers with a final sweeping strike. "Impressive," he said with a grin.

    Roselia smirked, her new swords gleaming in the dim dungeon light. "These swords are incredible," she replied, her confidence evident.

    With the room cleared, the two prepared to move deeper into the dungeon, ready to face the next wave of enemies.

    As they ventured forward, they encountered puppet guards. These were a step up from the butlers¡ªarmed and skilled. The group consisted of magic-wielding guards equipped with staffs and warrior guards brandishing swords. The magic guards prepared spells from a distance, while the warriors advanced to engage in melee combat.

    "Take out the mages. I''ll handle the warriors," Leon said, his tone firm and decisive.

    Roselia nodded, her gaze narrowing as she assessed the battlefield. Without hesitation, she dashed forward, using her agility to leap over a group of warriors, landing gracefully near the backline where the mages stood.

    Leon, meanwhile, planted himself firmly in the warriors'' path. With his staff glowing with Aetheric energy, he created a barrier to prevent the warriors from reaching Roselia. "You''re not getting past me," he muttered as he raised his staff, unleashing a flurry of Aether bolts. Each bolt struck with pinpoint accuracy, forcing the warriors back.

    At the same time, Roselia targeted the mages, who were mid-chant, preparing powerful spells. Her swords shimmered with Sword Engraved Mana as she struck swiftly, disrupting their incantations and slicing through their defenses. The mages barely had time to react before they were taken down one by one.

    A particularly warrior attempted to flank Roselia, but Leon noticed and launched a well-aimed Aether blast, sending the puppet guard crashing into the dungeon wall.

 Chapter 88 Death Puppet King II

    Roselia turned back, giving Leon a quick nod of thanks before focusing on the remaining mages. With a graceful spin, she delivered a series of swift strikes, her translucent swords leaving trails of radiant light as they cleaved through her enemies.

    The last mage collapsed, its puppet body disintegrating into a pile of ash. Roselia took a deep breath, surveying the now-silent battlefield. "All clear," she called out.

    Leon, still holding his staff, finished off the last warrior with an Aetheric wave that sent the puppet flying across the room. It shattered on impact, scattering into lifeless fragments. "That was easier than I thought," he said, lowering his staff.

    Roselia walked over, her swords still glowing faintly with the residual energy of her attacks. "It''s the swords," she said with a small smirk. "They''re amazing."

    Leon chuckled. "Or maybe it''s the swordswoman," he said, giving her an approving nod. "Either way, good job."

    She smiled back, sheathing the swords on her back. "You didn''t do too bad yourself."

    The two pressed on, entering a grand hall with high vaulted ceilings and ornate chandeliers swaying gently in an unseen breeze. The walls were lined with portraits of stern-faced nobles, their hollow eyes seeming to follow the intruders.

    At the center of the hall, a massive ornate door loomed, its surface covered in intricate carvings of skulls and bones. A chilling aura emanated from the door, sending a shiver down both their spines.

    Leon approached cautiously, his staff ready. "This must be it," he said, glancing at Roselia. "The Death Puppet King''s Room."

    She stepped beside him, her grip tightening on her swords. "You ready for this?"

    Leon smirked. "Always. Let''s take him down."

    With a push, the massive doors creaked open, revealing a dark, cavernous room lit only by the eerie green glow of spectral flames. At the center of the room sat the Death Puppet King¡ªa grotesque figure made of countless stitched-together puppet parts. Its body was massive and misshapen, with multiple arms wielding a variety of weapons. Its hollow eyes burned with an unnatural light, and its toothy grin seemed frozen in place.

    As the doors closed behind them, the Death Puppet King let out a guttural, mechanical laugh. "Intruders... You dare disturb my domain?" its voice echoed, reverberating through the chamber.

    Leon raised his staff, summoning a shield of Aether energy around himself and Roselia. "We''re here to put an end to your reign," he declared.

    The Death Puppet King rose from its throne, its many arms clanking as it moved. "Fools," it hissed. "You''ll join my collection soon enough!"

    Without warning, it unleashed a barrage of attacks¡ªspinning blades, chains, and dark energy bolts flying toward Leon and Roselia. Leon deflected the incoming projectiles with his shield while Roselia dashed forward, her swords blazing with energy.

    The battle had begun.

    As they walked back, Leon glanced over his shoulder and noticed a group of adventurers riding magnificent blue-flame horses passing them by. The sight made him pause. "We should consider buying mounts," Leon said, breaking the silence.

    Roselia nodded in agreement. "Let''s sell off some of the loot first. Once we''ve restocked, we can invest in mounts," she replied, her calm demeanor unwavering.

    Leon smiled and nodded. "Alright, let''s get moving then."

    Meanwhile, one of the riders from the group, a handsome man named Ronny, glanced back as his team rode ahead. His eyes narrowed as they landed on Roselia, and he muttered to himself, "Was that a Demoness?"

    Ronny''s gaze lingered on Roselia''s composed expression, though her sharp features carried a hint of menace. He glanced at the girl beside him¡ªa pale, serious woman whose face was filled with anger as if she could kill someone on the spot. His suspicions were confirmed. "Yes, she''s definitely a Demoness," he thought.

    ''What a pity,'' Ronny mused. ''Such beauty, but now she will be definitely killed.'' He sighed, his thoughts returning to his own experiences.

    Ronny was also an adventurer climbing the Tower of Ascension. However, unlike Leon, who has just arrived and has a smooth sailing journey, Ronny''s journey was fraught with complications. He had been in this floor for over a year, completing quests and leveling up his team. After countless battles, his group had ascended from Iron Grey to Bronze rank. At one point, they were considered the most powerful team on this floor¡ªnot just because of their teamwork but also due to Ronny''s Epic-grade demon summon.

    However, that glory was short-lived. One fateful day, a young woman named Mio¡ªa Demon Slayer¡ªchallenged their team. Her class granted her the unique ability to grow stronger with every demon she killed. She targeted Ronny''s demon, defeating it in battle. Worse, her skills permanently destroyed the summon, erasing Ronny''s ability to call upon it ever again. The loss was devastating, but Mio didn''t stop there.

    She forcibly joined their team, becoming its vice-leader in name only. In practice, she often took charge, making decisions and issuing commands without consulting Ronny. Despite the friction caused by her presence, Mio''s strength and cunning had been an undeniable asset to the group. Ronny reluctantly tolerated her leadership for the sake of survival.

    ''Although that incident still stings, there hasn''t been any major conflict since then,'' Ronny thought, his eyes lingering on Mio as she rode ahead. However, the tension between them, the duality of human and demon slayer, remained ever-present.

    Recently, their team had crossed paths with the second captain of Blue Titan, one of the dungeon''s most powerful factions. Blue Titan had over fifty members, each stronger than the last. Yet, Leon¡ªa relatively new player¡ªhad easily defeated this captain, showcasing his immense power.

    Ronny had no desire for Mio to cross paths with someone like Leon. ''It would only bring disaster,'' he thought grimly.

    As Ronny was lost in thought, Mio slowed her horse and gestured for their group to halt. The team, consisting of two other members¡ªa swordsman named Raor and a shield master named Ben¡ªstopped behind her.

    Raor furrowed his brow, looking at Mio with confusion. "Why did you stop?" he asked, his tone sharp.

    "yeah, let''s go, I am hungry" Ben on other side said rubbing his stomach.

    Raor in response roll his eyes , "since when are you not hungry?" he said as he looked at Mio, who was looking back.

    "Lets go" however just as he was about to say something Mio said and continued on the way.

 Chapter 89 Continuous Quests

    Raor sighed in relief as he watched Mio choose not to engage with the duo. He knew their strength and had no intention of risking his hard-earned points.

    The Ascenders'' Point Battle System operated on strict rules: higher-ranked Ascenders could challenge lower-ranked ones, but there was a catch. If a higher-ranked Ascender, such as a Bronze Rank like Mio, lost to a lower-ranked Gray Rank like Leon and Roselia, they would lose all their accumulated points. Meanwhile, the victors would gain all the forfeited points.

    For Raor, the risk far outweighed the reward. Even if Mio managed to win, it wouldn''t add significantly to her points. But losing? That would be catastrophic.

    "Especially against them," Raor muttered under his breath, recalling the rumors of their exploits. "On the first day, they defeated a Level 71 Derub. And after that, they took down a Captain of the Blue Titan faction. They''re not ones to mess with lightly."

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    He watched Mio carefully as she decided to retreat, and he couldn''t help but feel relieved. "Smart move," he thought. "Picking a fight with them would have been suicide... and a massive loss of points."

    Raor turned away, deciding it was better to focus on his own growth. "I''ll deal with them another day when the odds are in my favor," he muttered, blending into the crowd.

    "I''ll reengage after leveling up a bit more," Mio too thought, She too sensed Roselia power thanks to her class and understood she is no match to her, thus silently left not engaging her in fight, Knowing she would be the one who will loose.

    And she has more than just Points to loose thanks to her class, if her class give her reward for defeating Demons it also penalize her for loosing against Demons, Her class is an powerful Double edge sword that she ought to use carefully.

    Still, she wasn''t one to let an opportunity slip by. She activated her unique skill, Demon Mark, which allowed her to mark any demon and continuously track their location. A faint, invisible mark now hovered over Roselia, unnoticed by the duo.

    "One day, Roselia... I''ll face you," She muttered, her crimson eyes glowing faintly. "And when that day comes, you''ll be the one who dies."

    Unaware of the mark placed on her, Roselia and Leon continued to walk calmly, their thoughts focused solely on the impending battle with the Death Puppet King.

    Leon and Roselia continued walking, their conversation centered on the battle they had just faced.

    "The hidden Undead King that the The Alchemist King spoke of , The True Skeleton King," Leon began thoughtfully. "And based on the history you mentioned, Roselia, it''s possible that guy was once the ruler of this kingdom¡ªthe one cursed by the Arch Dark Magus."

    Roselia nodded, her expression serious. "That''s the same conclusion I reached. But that Arch Magus was truly evil," she said, her tone sharp. "He cursed an entire kingdom just because a single noble wronged him."

    Leon glanced at her, his expression calm but firm. "We shouldn''t judge anyone until we know their side of the story," he said. "What if it wasn''t just a single noble? What if the entire kingdom supported the noble who wronged the Arch Dark Magus?"

    Roselia frowned, pondering his words. "But history books say¡ª"

    Leon raised a hand to stop her. "History is written by the victors," he said. "The Arch Magus was defeated, so we don''t know if the events in the history books are true or twisted to favor the winners."

    A series of fiery projectiles shot out, each bursting into flames upon impact and incinerating the wolves caught in their range. The ground scorched beneath the intense heat, leaving behind the charred remains of several Dire Wolves.

    "Woof!"

    But the Dire Wolves were adaptive and fierce. One managed to leap through the fire, its eyes glowing red as it lunged toward Leon.

    Roselia acted swiftly, summoning her dark blade. With a powerful slash, she intercepted the wolf mid-air. The creature let out a pained yelp, but another emerged from the shadows, this time aiming for her.

    Leon steadied his stance, releasing another spell. "Dark Flame Judgement!"

    A massive wave of dark fire engulfed the surrounding area, burning the wolves to ash. Roselia followed up, unleashing a series of sharp, precise strikes that cut through the remaining wolves with lethal efficiency.

    The duo fought in seamless coordination, eliminating the pack one by one without missing a single target.

    After a few minutes, the battlefield grew silent, save for the crackling embers left by Leon''s spells.

    Roselia exhaled, brushing off some blood from her armor. "Now, let''s seal the rift before more of them come," she said, glancing at Leon.

    Leon nodded, his staff glowing faintly as he approached the rift. Roselia raised her hand, summoning a creature. Her familiar¡ªa small winged creature¡ªemerged, its glowing eyes reflecting the magic it carried. It darted toward the rift, and went inside it.

    Roselia closed her eyes, reaching out with her connection to her little Evil Eye. Leon stood silently, watching her with patience, knowing that she was scouting the Rift to determine if it was safe for them to enter.

    Rifts were unpredictable by nature; they could lead to scorching volcanic zones, the depths of the sea, or even barren wastelands. Leon rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Though, considering the wolves that came out of it, I think it''s probably a grassland or forested area," he murmured to himself.

    After a moment, Roselia opened her eyes, her expression serious. "The Rift is connected to a mountainous region," she began. "There are plenty of caves in the mountains, and the Rift seems to be situated inside one of them. That''s likely how the wolves found their way through."

    Leon nodded at the information but pressed further. "What else did you see?"

    Roselia frowned as she continued. "There are many monsters inside, most around Level 100. The Rift seems to start at the lower end of the cave systems in the mountain, and my familiar couldn''t scout much further than ten kilometers or so. Beyond that point, there is nothing but darkness, probably the end of this Rift"

    She paused, then added, "It''s a relatively small area compared to some larger Rifts, but the mountain itself seems like a massive cluster. If we go deeper, the stronger monsters will likely be concentrated there."

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    She paused, then added, "It''s a relatively small area compared to some larger Rifts, but the mountain itself seems like a massive cluster. If we go deeper, the stronger monsters will likely be concentrated there."

    Leon nodded again, digesting the information. "Alright. It seems manageable for now. Let''s clear the area around the Rift first before we decide whether to explore it further," he said decisively.

    Roselia nodded, gripping her dark blade. "Understood. Let''s move."

    "Let''s go in, but first, let me claim ownership of this Rift," Leon said, pulling out his Ascender card. He pointed it at the Rift, activating the card to scan it. The card emitted a faint hum as it began the process.

    Leon waited patiently, observing the Rift as the scan completed. Moments later, a series of notifications flashed across his card.

    { Congratulations, Ascender! You have gained ownership of Rift A209. }

    { The Rift''s maximum level is Level 350. }

    { Challenge is assessed as extreme. Exercise caution. }

    { Rift A209 now belongs to Ascender Fang. You can now close the Rift and transport it to any location after clearing the level where the Rift entrance is. }

    { Good luck, Ascender Fang! }

    Leon smirked as he lowered the card. "Looks like it''s ours now," he said confidently. "Let''s clean up this level and then decide what to do with it."

    Roselia nodded, gripping her weapon tightly. "Understood. Let''s get to work."

    With the Rift now under Leon''s ownership, the duo prepared to enter and face whatever challenges awaited them inside.

    As they stepped into the Rift, Leon and Roselia found themselves in a dark, enclosed cave. The visibility was nonexistent, but thankfully, Leon''s Sage Eyes remained unaffected, and Roselia''s Demon Eyes allowed her to see clearly as well. Both scanned the surroundings cautiously, their senses heightened.

    "It appears we''ve landed at a dead end," Roselia remarked, her voice low and steady. "At least we won''t have to worry about an ambush from behind."

    Leon nodded, but his expression remained serious. "True, but since this is a cave system within the mountains, we can''t rule out surprises ahead. Stay alert."

    "Agreed," Roselia replied, gripping her weapon firmly.

    Leon sighed lightly and adjusted his staff. "Well, let''s clear this level and seal off the Rift. The sooner we''re done, the better."

    With that, they began to move. Roselia took point, her steps silent as a shadow, while Leon cast a minor spell to muffle their movements. The echo of their footsteps, which would have otherwise resounded through the cave, was reduced to an almost imperceptible whisper.

    The air was damp and heavy, and each step felt like walking into the unknown. The oppressive silence of the cave weighed on them, yet neither faltered, their focus unwavering.

    Since this was a cave system, they knew the layout would be unpredictable, filled with branching tunnels and potential ambush points. Every step was taken with caution as they ventured further into the unknown.

    As they ventured further, the atmosphere grew heavier, and the faint sound of dripping water echoed through the cave. Leon''s eyes scanned the path ahead, his Sage Eyes piercing through the darkness, while Roselia''s Demon Eyes glowed faintly, detecting subtle shifts in energy.

    "This place reeks of danger," Roselia murmured, her hand resting on the hilt of her weapon.

    Leon nodded. "The monsters we''ve encountered so far are just the tip of the iceberg. The stronger ones are likely deeper in."

    "But since it''s only first level, maybe it''s just around Level 50 or such" he said as Roselia nodded.

    They moved cautiously, avoiding unnecessary noise. Suddenly, Roselia halted, her eyes narrowing. "There''s movement ahead," she whispered.

    Leon activated a spell, summoning a small, glowing orb of light that hovered silently at his side, illuminating the path just enough for them to see without drawing too much attention.

    A low growl echoed from the shadows. Emerging from the darkness were three massive Dire Wolves, their eyes glowing with an unnatural red light. These wolves were unlike the ones they had encountered outside the rift¡ªthey were larger, their fur matted and bristling with dark energy.

    "Corrupted Dire Wolves," Leon muttered. "They must''ve absorbed energy from the Mountains."

    Roselia smirked, drawing her blade. "They don''t seem too happy to see us."

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    The wolves didn''t wait for an invitation, lunging forward with a ferocity that shook the cave floor. Leon raised his staff, casting a barrier that deflected the first wolf''s claws, while Roselia sidestepped another and retaliated with a swift slash that sent sparks flying.

    "Keep them off me for a moment," Leon called out as he began chanting a spell.

    Roselia nodded, her movements fluid as she engaged the wolves. Her blade danced through the air, leaving trails of demonic energy that burned into the wolves'' thick hides. One wolf howled in pain, but it was relentless, pressing its attack with savage determination.

    Leon''s chant reached its peak. "Bursting Flame Cascade!" he shouted, releasing a wave of fiery projectiles that arced through the air and struck the wolves with explosive force. The cave lit up briefly with the fiery bursts, and when the smoke cleared, the wolves lay motionless on the ground.

    "That was close," Roselia said, brushing dirt off her armor.

    Leon lowered his staff, inspecting the area. "This rift''s energy is amplifying the monsters. We''ll need to be careful moving forward."

    Roselia nodded. "Let''s finish exploring this cave and clear this level."

    "Yeah, I''m already exhausted. Let''s clear this and go," Leon said with a tired nod as they continued onward.

    For another three hours, they fought their way through hordes of Dire Wolves, bats, and other lesser monsters. As Leon had suspected, this was only the lower level of the rift, so they didn''t encounter any particularly powerful monsters.

 Chapter 91 Rift II

    Leon and Roselia worked methodically to clear the entire lower level of the rift. Each section of the cave was filled with groups of Dire Wolves, screeching bats, and other low-level creatures that swarmed toward them as they intruded deeper into their territory.

    Leon unleashed precision attacks, casting Bursting Fireballs and Stone Spikes to annihilate clusters of enemies from a distance. Meanwhile, Roselia danced through the shadows, her Demon Eyes glowing faintly as she cleaved through enemies with her dual blades. Her swift, calculated strikes left no room for the monsters to counterattack.

    After hours of relentless battle, they reached the farthest corners of the level. Leon used his earth magic to collapse unnecessary pathways and seal smaller tunnels, ensuring no stray monsters would emerge to cause trouble later.

    "Let''s block off this side next," Leon said, motioning to a wide opening that led to another cavern. Roselia nodded, keeping watch as Leon raised a thick stone wall to barricade the entrance.

    The process was repeated for each entry point they encountered. Leon''s precise control over his magic ensured the barriers were sturdy enough to withstand any potential breaches, while Roselia scouted ahead to confirm the areas were clear.

    At one point, they found a hidden passage tucked behind a cluster of stalagmites. "This one''s well-hidden," Roselia remarked, narrowing her eyes. "Could''ve been a problem if we missed it."

    "Good thing we''re thorough," Leon replied, sealing the passage with a heavy slab of rock.

    Finally, after hours of exhausting work, the two stood at the central path leading to the next level. They took a moment to survey their surroundings, ensuring every side tunnel and alternate route had been blocked. The lower level was now entirely secure, leaving no way for monsters to resurface or escape.

    Leon leaned against his staff, exhaling heavily. "All clear. Now this place won''t be a problem for anyone else who comes through here."

    Roselia sheathed her blades and stretched, a faint smile crossing her lips. "Good work. Let''s rest a bit before moving on. I don''t want to face whatever''s waiting upstairs while completely drained."

    Leon nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we''ll need to be at full strength for the next level. If the monsters down here were this persistent, I can only imagine what''s ahead."

    With their task complete, Leon and Roselia exited the Rift.

    {Lower Level Completely Secured}

    {Congratulations, Challenger Fang, on owning a Rift!}

    As the notification rang, the Rift flickered briefly before contracting and transforming into a shimmering blue gemstone. Leon picked up the gemstone, and it vanished, leaving behind a glowing tattoo on the back of his hand.

    Leon tested his connection with the Rift, mentally commanding it to open and then close again. Satisfied, he nodded and smirked.

    "Will I?" Angelica taunted, her voice dripping with amusement. "You''ll see soon enough. Oh, and your ''little boyfriend''? He''ll get to witness just how I will crush you."

    "Hmph, how? Don''t forget¡ªyou''re trapped in that lowest dump," Angel Raiden sneered. Despite acknowledging Angelica''s superior talent, Raiden took comfort in knowing Angelica was imprisoned in the lowest floor of the hierarchy, far from her reach.

    Angelica smirked, her expression calm and unbothered. Instead of responding, she snapped her fingers, revealing the golden chains that bound her body. Chains wound tightly around her neck, arms, and legs, restricting her movements and preventing her ascension to the higher floors. The magical restraints were infamous for delivering unbearable pain if their bearer so much as tried to move to an upper level, pain so intense it could make one beg for death.

    Raiden''s smug expression grew even more pronounced as she prepared to mock Angelica further. But before she could say anything, her expression froze.

    Raiden''s eyes widened in shock as she saw the impossible¡ªcracks forming along the once-indestructible chains. One by one, the chains began to splinter, shattering like fragile glass as Angelica raised her hand. With a single wave, the remaining chains disintegrated into glimmers of light, scattering into nothingness.

    "Impossible!" Raiden screamed, stumbling back in horror.

    "Impossible?" Angelica echoed mockingly, tilting her head. "It was. For years, I endured, biding my time, gathering my strength. And this Elixir..." she gestured towards her now-transformed form, "...was the final piece I needed to break these pathetic restraints."

    Her violet eyes glowed coldly as she stared at Raiden. "Now, just wait for your death," Angelica said, her voice icy and devoid of mercy.

    With a flick of her hand, Angelica ended the call. Rising gracefully, she stretched her now fully transformed wings, her body radiating dark beauty. Though she stood naked, her form exuded power and confidence, making her untouchable to any gazes of lesser beings.

    With a wave of her hand, a magical purple-and-white dress materialized around her, perfectly complementing her dark aura. "Time to leave this dump," she muttered as she glanced around the room.

    Walking to the balcony, Angelica looked over the vast lands stretching endlessly below her. A wicked grin played on her lips as she whispered, "Now, time to return to the upper levels."

    She spread her arms wide, the cool wind brushing against her skin, and let herself revel in the feeling of unrestrained power. For years, she had been shackled, her strength muted and her movements feeling like wading through deep water. But now, finally free, her body felt light and her mana surged, untamed and unstoppable.

    "Ahhh~ Those bastards will pay for it," she said, her tone dripping with malice as she stepped back, her posture straight and commanding.

    Closing her eyes for a moment, Angelica focused on the bond she had left through the mark¡ªa connection tethered to Leon. "Heheh, my love, you''re here too," she murmured, a hint of amusement in her voice as she felt his presence resonate through the mark.

    Looking down from the balcony, her eyes narrowed as she spotted Leon entering through the gates of the town, accompanied by another woman¡ªRoselia. Angelica tilted her head, studying Roselia for a moment before a faint smirk curved her lips.

    "So, she is the other one," she mumbled to herself, stepping away from the edge. "Interesting. Let''s see how this plays out."

    With a flick of her wrist, her dark, starlit wings unfurled, glowing faintly in the dim light. "Let leave a memory before I ascend" she mumbled as she went flew toward him.

 Chapter 92 Angelica

    Leon and Roselia arrived at the town gate, showing their Ascender cards to the guards before being allowed inside. Leon stretched as they walked through. "Let''s go, eat, and rest," he mumbled, clearly exhausted from their recent ordeal.

    Roselia nodded in agreement, and the two continued down the familiar streets, making their way back to their inn.

    "Oh, you''re back!" Lina, the innkeeper, greeted them warmly as they stepped inside.

    "We''re back, Lina," Leon replied with a small nod.

    Roselia smiled at her. "Do you have something tasty you can cook today?"

    Lina nodded enthusiastically.

    Lina was a tall, strikingly beautiful woman with dark, silky hair and amber eyes. A native of the Tower, she had inherited this small, cozy inn from her family, who had run it for generations. Though modest, the inn was charming, with just ten spacious double-bed rooms.

    Leon had already rented out the entire inn, ensuring privacy and comfort for himself and Roselia. While he could easily afford to buy the place outright¡ªgiven the wealth he''d accumulated¡ªhe preferred to let Lina continue managing it as it was her family''s legacy. Recently, Lina had even started cooking for Leon and Roselia, becoming their unofficial chef.

    "Give me a little while, and I''ll whip up something special," Lina said with a warm smile before heading toward the kitchen.

    Leon and Roselia headed to their room, eager to rest and recharge while they waited for Lina''s meal.

    Leon leaned back on the plush sofa in their room, letting out a tired sigh. Roselia sat across from him, her legs crossed elegantly as she began polishing her blades. Despite the exhaustion, there was a comfortable silence between them, a testament to how well they worked together.

    "You''ve been quiet," Roselia finally said, glancing up at Leon.

    Leon smirked slightly, resting his head against the back of the sofa. "Just thinking. That Rift was a lot easier than I expected, but I can''t help feeling like the real challenge is waiting for us further up the mountain."

    Roselia nodded, her violet eyes sharp. "You''re not wrong. Lower-level Rifts are just the beginning. If we''re not prepared, those upper-level creatures will tear us apart."

    Leon chuckled. "Always the optimist, huh?"

    Roselia smirked faintly but didn''t reply. Instead, she focused on her blade, the rhythmic sound of the sharpening stone filling the room.

    A gentle knock on the door interrupted them.

    Angelica leaned back in her chair, swirling the tea in her cup lazily. "What, no warm welcome for your ''dear companion'' who has been longing for you?" she teased, pouting slightly before letting her expression soften. "I came to see you, of course. It''s been far too long, hasn''t it?"

    Roselia remained silent, her sharp eyes never leaving Angelica. Though she was relaxed on the surface, her hand subtly rested on her blade, ready to draw it at a moment''s notice.

    Leon sighed, rubbing his temple. "Angelica, you''re as dramatic as ever. Did you really have to scare us like that? Roselia almost attacked you."

    Angelica laughed lightly, waving her hand dismissively. "Oh, please. Like she could actually land a hit on me." Her gaze flicked to Roselia, her smile widening. "Though I must admit, I''m impressed. You''ve got good instincts, darling. It''s no wonder Leon keeps you close."

    Roselia''s expression didn''t change, but her grip on her blade tightened slightly. "I''m not here for your compliments," she said coolly. "Why are you really here?"

    Angelica smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Straight to the point. I like that." She set her teacup down and leaned forward slightly. "I''ve come to bid my goodbye. After all, I can''t leave my dear Leon without informing him, can I?"

    "You''re leaving, huh?" Leon nodded, his expression neutral. Then, glancing at her, he hesitated before speaking. "But... can you take back this mark? I thought that night was just a one-night stand." His voice lowered at the end as he felt Roselia''s intense glare burning into him.

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    "My love mark?" Angelica''s smile widened, a playful glint in her eyes. "I''m sorry, but it''s not something I can remove." Then, with a teasing tone, she added, "Though even if I could, I wouldn''t. I''m in love with you, after all." Her eyes gleamed for a moment, and Leon could swear they turned into heart shapes.

    "So the rumors were true," Roselia remarked, her voice calm but laced with curiosity.

    "What rumors?" Leon asked, frowning.

    Roselia crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on Angelica. "In the Daemon Continent, there''s a tale from a grand gala where all 72 Demon Lords were present. They spoke about how the Angel King was betrayed by his own wife, and in his fury, he cursed the entire angel race. The curse is said to bind each angel to a single partner for their entire life. If either partner betrays this bond, both are punished by Heavenly Thunder¡ªa powerful lightning punishment said to come directly from the Tower itself. Apparently, the curse was cast using a powerful artifact classified as ''Limit Grade,'' something so rare and potent it affects all floors of the Tower."

    Leon turned to Angelica, his brows raised. "Is that true?"

    Angelica sighed, setting her cup down as she nodded. "It''s not just a rumor¡ªit''s the truth. The Angel King''s third wife cheated on him with a servant. When he discovered the betrayal, he was consumed by rage and used a Limit Grade treasure of the angel race to curse his entire kind. That single incident caused the angel race to fall from their position among the top ten races, as the artifact used to cast the curse was lost in the process."

    She paused, letting the weight of her words settle before continuing. "And before you ask, yes, the Limit Grade treasures are extraordinary. They''re artifacts of unparalleled power that can influence the entire Tower, regardless of its many floors. That''s why they''re called ''Limit Grade''¡ªbecause their power is said to touch the very limits of the Tower''s laws."

    Leon''s eyes widened in awe. "Damn, such a powerful artifact..." he muttered, his thoughts already racing with the possibilities of obtaining something so incredible.

    Angelica chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Forget about it, Leon. There are less than five Limit Grade treasures known to exist in the entire Tower. Not only that, but using one requires an enormous sacrifice. For example, when the Angel King used it, he sacrificed the power of an entire Tier 10 realm to activate it."

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    Angelica chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Forget about it, Leon. There are less than five Limit Grade treasures known to exist in the entire Tower. Not only that, but using one requires an enormous sacrifice. For example, when the Angel King used it, he sacrificed the power of an entire Tier 10 realm to activate it."

    Leon blinked in shock, processing her words. "An entire Tier 10 realm''s power? That''s insane..."

    "It is," Angelica said, her tone serious now. "Limit Grade treasures are not things to covet lightly. Their power comes at a price, and it''s rarely worth the cost."@@@@

    Leon sighed, leaning back. "Guess I''ll just stick to what I can get, then. No use dreaming about something out of reach."

    Angelica smiled warmly. "Smart choice, my dear. But if you want, I can tell you the location of one. However, you''ll need to reach Floor 100 first."

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "So, it''s on Floor 100?"

    "No, of course not," Angelica replied, shaking her head. "If it were, it would''ve been taken a long time ago."

    "Then why do I need to get to Floor 100?" Leon asked, confused.

    "It''s a test, actually," Angelica explained. "You know how every hundred floors there''s a trial, like the first time you entered the Tower?"

    Leon nodded in understanding.

    "The Limit Grade treasure is hidden in the Trial of Legendary Difficulty," Angelica said. "I attempted that trial once and even passed it, but my rating wasn''t high enough to claim the treasure. That''s why I''m telling you¡ªmaybe you can succeed where I couldn''t."

    Leon nodded thoughtfully. "Who else knows about this?"

    Angelica smirked. "No one. Why would I share such information? You''re my husband now, so I told you."

    Leon winced at the word "husband." "You forced me into this," he muttered.

    Angelica''s expression turned cold for a moment, then softened. "If you dislike it that much, then just find a Mythical Holy Cleansing Potion and have the mark removed. That curse is rooted deeply in the angel race, but for others, it can still be undone."

    Hearing this, Leon sighed, "its not that I don''t like you, you are beautiful and more over you only belong to me, Of course I like you too and will be more than happy to have you as my Wife" he said.

    "then why you are so eager to have it removed?" Angelica asked confused as she sensed he is not lying but its his genuine feeling.

    he looked at her, feeling conflicted. "Forgive me. It''s just... I have my own ambitions. You should understand that I might want more partners in the future." He glanced at Angelica, gauging her reaction.

    Angelica frowned briefly but then relaxed, her expression calm. "I understand. Most powerful people, men and women alike, have multiple partners. I don''t care how many more you''ll have, but I will always be No. 1."

    Roselia, who had been silently listening, frowned deeply. "No. 1? That''s me. You''re just No. 2," she retorted, glaring at Angelica.

    Angelica turned her gaze to Roselia, her eyes glinting. "Oh? Care to prove it?"

    Roselia scoffed and stood up, meeting Angelica''s challenge head-on. "Of course. Let''s see who''s truly the main wife."

    Both women locked eyes, a silent battle of wills brewing between them.

    Leon frowned. "You can even see through it?"

    Angelica shook her head. "Rather than seeing you directly, it''s more like sensing your well-being. I can tell if you''re in critical health or perfectly fine, and I can even assist you if needed. Consider it a token of my love," she said with a mischievous smile.

    Leon nodded, though curiosity sparked in his mind about whether he could learn to use the mark''s abilities himself. "Just take care of yourself up there. I''ll meet you again soon," he said, caressing her face gently.

    Angelica''s melodic laughter filled the room. "I''ll be waiting," she said, her tone warm and affectionate.

    Leon took a step back and snapped his fingers, causing a transformation. His bluish-white hair turned a deep black, and his build became noticeably more muscular.

    Angelica blinked in surprise, a hint of confusion on her face.

    "This is my real body," Leon explained, watching her reaction.

    Angelica tilted her head slightly before a smile spread across her lips. "Not much has changed, aside from your scrawny build. This version is definitely more handsome," she teased, running her fingers through his hair. "Your black hair suits you better, especially with those green eyes. It''s more striking than the bluish-white look."

    Leon shrugged nonchalantly. "I''m not from a powerful background, so I had to keep a low profile to stay safe," he said, his tone calm yet reflective.

    Angelica nodded in understanding. "I know," she replied softly. Then, a playful glint appeared in her eyes as she looked at him. "Let''s have another round."

    Before Leon could respond, Angelica leaned in and captured his lips in a deep kiss. She pulled back just enough to whisper, "I want to see what it''s like with your original body."

    Leon smirked, his confidence returning as he wrapped his arms around her. "I''d hate to disappoint," he said, pulling her closer.

    And so, another round of passion ensued, their connection growing deeper as the night stretched on.

    The Next Morning

    Roselia was waiting downstairs when Leon finally emerged, looking somewhat tired. She raised an eyebrow at him, her smirk wide and teasing.

    "Rough night?" she asked, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

    "Don''t start," Leon said, ''Damm her stamina is on another level''.

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    Angelica appeared soon after, looking as radiant as ever. She gave Leon a knowing look before turning to Roselia. "Take care of him for me," she said with a wink.

    "Of course," Roselia replied, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Not like I''ve been doing that all this time or anything."

    Angelica ignored the jab and stepped toward the door. With a final wave, she disappeared into the distance, leaving Leon and Roselia in silence.

    "So," Roselia said after a moment, "ready to get moving?"

    Leon nodded. "Let''s just go."

 Chapter 94 SSS rank Quest

    As Leon and Roselia left the inn, the bustling streets of the town greeted them. Merchants called out their wares, adventurers exchanged tales of daring exploits, and the general hum of activity filled the air.

    Roselia glanced at Leon, who seemed lost in thought. "You''re thinking about her, aren''t you?"

    Leon shook his head quickly, though his slight hesitation didn''t go unnoticed. "No, just planning our next steps. We need to stock up and prepare before heading to the next quest."

    Pausing for a moment, he added, "After all, it''s an SSS-rank quest now."@@@@

    Roselia rolled her eyes. "Right. And the fact that she basically claimed you as her eternal husband has nothing to do with it?"

    Leon sighed. "Roselia, I already told you, I didn''t ask for this. And besides," he added with a small smirk, "you seem more than ready to handle any ''competition,'' so why worry?"

    Roselia''s eyes narrowed, but she didn''t press the matter. "Fine. Let''s focus on more important things. Where are we heading first?"

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    At the Market

    The duo walked through the market, picking up supplies¡ªpotions, rations, and a few enchanted items. Leon bartered with one particularly stubborn merchant, eventually securing a powerful mana regeneration amulet at a fair price.

    "That should help when things get rough," he said, holding up the amulet for Roselia to see.

    She nodded. "Good find. Anything else?"

    Leon paused, considering. "We might want to check out the blacksmith. My sword took some damage during the last quest."

    "Lead the way," Roselia said, falling into step beside him.

    At the Blacksmith

    The blacksmith shop was a modest establishment, but the quality of the weapons and armor displayed was undeniable. The burly smith greeted them with a nod as they entered.

    "What can I do for you?" he asked, his voice rough but friendly.

    Leon unsheathed his sword, revealing a faint crack along the blade. "I need this repaired. Can you handle it?"

    The smith examined the sword, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "Hmm. High-quality material. This won''t be easy, but I can do it. It''ll take a day, though."

    Leon handed over the weapon. "That''s fine. Just make sure it''s ready by tomorrow."

    As they left the shop, Roselia glanced at him. "What''s the plan now?"

    Leon stretched, his gaze drifting toward the towering silhouette of the next floor''s portal in the distance. "We rest for the day. Tomorrow, we head to the quest and take on whatever challenge awaits us."

    Later That Evening

    Back at the inn, Leon and Roselia settled into their rooms. As Leon lay in bed, his thoughts drifted to Angelica and her cryptic parting words.

    Leon approached the receptionist, a young woman with short silver hair and glowing purple eyes. She glanced up, her gaze sharp and professional.

    "Welcome to the Ascendant''s Guild," she said. "How can I assist you?"

    "We''re here for the quest board," Leon replied.

    She nodded and gestured to the boards lining the walls. "Feel free to browse. The higher-ranked quests are on the far side, near the Guildmaster''s chamber. If you need additional guidance, let me know."

    "But you do know you can only take Quest based on your Ascender rank right?" she asked as leon nodded.

    They have gathered enough points to even climb t 5th floor but not enough to reach the next rank of Ascenders, the bronze rank.

    They have now little over 900 points after completing many S rank and A rak quests, but they need 1000 points to advance to bronze rank.

    Leon then went to Quest board with Roselia,

    As they approached the far end of the hall, the noise of the bustling adventurers grew distant. Here, the quests displayed were not only rare but dangerous. The parchment of each quest seemed to radiate power, glowing softly to signify its rank.

    Leon''s eyes scanned the board, his gaze narrowing as he found their target. A single parchment marked with a shimmering golden seal stood out among the rest.

    Roselia leaned closer, reading aloud. "The Fallen Archmage''s Legacy: An SSS-Rank Trial. Defeat the spectral remnants of the Archmage Valtheris, recover his lost artifacts, and purge his corrupted lair. Recommended for teams of high-tier adventurers or Ascendants only."

    "Sounds like a challenge," Roselia said, her tone light but her expression serious.

    "It''s not just a challenge," Leon replied. "It''s a death sentence for anyone unprepared."

    Roselia crossed her arms and nodded. "Let''s take this quest, and then head to the library to learn more about him," she said decisively.

    Leon nodded in agreement. They returned to the receptionist desk and registered the quest. The receptionist, however, issued a stern warning.

    "Be aware, if you fail to complete this quest within a month, there will be a fine of 10,000 gold coins," she cautioned.

    "We''ve got another SSS-rank quest lined up," Leon remarked as they stepped away from the desk.

    Roselia nodded. "The other one is similar: The Death Tyrant King quest. He was a powerful Sword King-level expert in life, and now he''s been transformed into a Death Knight," she said, recalling their other pending challenge.

    leon nodded as he looked at her " how about this we both do one SSS rank quest, I take his Archmage and you take that Sword King" He said as Roselia looke dta him.

    "...What happened to you? You always play it safe, so why the change now?" Roselia asked, her sharp eyes fixed on Leon.

    Leon sighed heavily before responding. "Remember how Angelica mentioned the Angelic King was Tier 10? I never even knew such a rank existed. All I thought was that Tier 5 was the pinnacle. But Tier 10? That''s five whole tiers above what I believed possible," he explained, his voice tinged with frustration and determination.

    He glanced at her, his gaze steady. "If I keep playing it safe, I''ll never grow stronger. I''ll stay stuck, and there''s a whole world of power out there I didn''t even know existed."

    Roselia nodded, understanding dawning in her expression. "Alright," she said, her voice firm. "If you''re serious about pushing your limits, then I''ll support you. But don''t forget, taking risks means we''ll need to plan smarter than ever."

    Leon managed a small, appreciative smile. "That''s why I need you with me."

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    "How about this¡ªwe accompany each other but won''t intervene unless the other''s life is in danger. This way, we can still face challenges while playing it safe," Leon suggested.

    Roselia nodded in agreement. "Mmm, we should do that. It''s better this way," she said before glancing at the quest board. "So, which one should we tackle first?"

    Leon looked at the options thoughtfully. "Dunno, just pick one randomly," he replied.

    Roselia chose the Archmage quest. "Let''s go take care of him first," she said.@@@@

    Leon shrugged and nodded. "Alright, let''s do it."

    Together, they began moving toward their destination, unaware that two pairs of eyes were watching them from the shadows.

    "So, it''s them?" one of the figures asked, his voice low.

    "Yes," the other confirmed. "They''re the ones who took the Archmage quest."

    The first man frowned deeply. "That quest has been vacant for nine months because of its deadly nature. After the last group failed and perished, the dungeon must have accumulated a lot of valuable loot."

    The second man nodded, a cunning smile spreading across his face. "Should I call the others? We can camp outside the dungeon. When they come out, we''ll ambush them."

    The first man smirked. "Yes, let''s do that. Get the others ready."

    With a final nod, the two disappeared, leaving to finalize their plans.

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    The Dungeon

    Inside the dungeon, Leon and Roselia moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors. The air was thick with an unnatural chill, and the walls seemed to hum with arcane energy.

    As they ventured deeper into the dimly lit dungeon, the faint glow of arcane symbols on the walls began to intensify. A chilling breeze swept past them, sending a shiver down Roselia''s spine.

    "Stay close," Leon said, his voice low but steady.

    Roselia nodded, her weapon drawn and ready. "This place reeks of magic. Be on the lookout for traps."

    They cautiously advanced, the echo of their footsteps swallowed by the oppressive silence. Suddenly, the glow ahead flickered, and two ghostly figures materialized. They were cloaked in tattered, floating robes that shimmered with an eerie, otherworldly light. Their skeletal hands clutched glowing staves, and faint whispers of arcane incantations filled the air.

    "Spectral Mages," Leon muttered, narrowing his eyes. "They''re pure magic constructs. No physical body¡ªonly spells and death."

    "Okay now, you can back off," Leon said, stepping forward a few paces and raising his staff. With a calm demeanor, he chanted, "Aether Bolt." Two glowing energy bolts shot out from the tip of his staff, striking the Spectral Mages with precision and obliterating them instantly.

    "One-shot kill," he muttered with a faint smirk, continuing forward with Roselia following closely behind. From time to time, more Spectral Mages, and even a few Grandmages, appeared to attack them. However, all of them fell easily to Leon''s minor spells.

    Leon had recently reached level 60, with most of his stat points allocated to Intelligence. Combined with his Sage Crown¡ªa powerful magical artifact that further amplified his abilities¡ªand his Divine Insight passive skill, which boosted his Intelligence by an additional 50%, he had become a formidable force.

    Despite his relatively low level compared to some of the dungeon''s enemies, Leon''s overwhelming Intelligence stat allowed him to unleash devastating spells with ease. He could rival even level 200 opponents purely through his raw magical prowess. It was as though he were a living, breathing magical cannon.

    "You''re making this look too easy," Roselia remarked, watching as Leon dispatched another group of enemies with a flick of his staff.

    "Efficiency," Leon replied, glancing back at her. "Why waste effort when a well-placed spell can do the job?"

 Chapter 96 Archmage Quest

    As they ventured deeper, the corridor opened into a vast chamber. At its center stood a skeletal figure draped in tattered robes, its eyes glowing with an eerie blue light. The Archmage.

    As Leon and Roselia entered, the Lich''s eyes flickered, its head moving slightly to look at them. "Humans... are not welcome in my domain," it said, its voice a haunting echo.

    Leon raised his brow in surprise. "You can talk?" he asked.

    The Lich nodded slowly. "I have fleeting moments of clarity¡ªremnants of the wisdom I once held. And then... it vanishes," it said, its gaze lowering. "How pathetic I have become..."

    Leon frowned. This was unexpected. There had been no mention of such behavior in the information they had gathered about the Archmage.

    "Human," the Lich continued, "would you like to hear my story?"

    A notification flashed before Leon.

    {New Quest}

    {Listen to the Archmage''s Story}

    {Reward: Continuation of the Quest}

    "Alright, what is it?" Leon said, nodding as he accepted the quest.

    The Lich inclined its head slightly, but its glowing eyes suddenly flared red. Its demeanor shifted, and it hissed with malice, "You dare disturb my domain?"

    Leon and Roselia exchanged a quick glance, wondering what was going on.

    Another notification appeared in front of Leon.

    {New Quest}

    {Stall time until the Archmage regains its wisdom}

    {Time Limit: 1 minute}

    {Reward: Continuation of the Quest}

    {29...}

    {21...}

    Leon continued to attack the Lich, carefully interrupting its spellcasting to prevent it from conjuring anything too powerful. He understood the stakes¡ªif the Lich succeeded in unleashing a devastating spell, Leon would be forced to counter with equally powerful magic, which could have catastrophic consequences. A clash of high-tier spells might kill the Lich outright, failing the quest.

    The Lich''s mana reserves were immense, seemingly infinite, making it a nightmare opponent for most adventurers. However, Leon''s own massive mana pool and his exceptional mana regeneration allowed him to keep stalling without breaking a sweat.

    {2...}

    {1...}

    As the timer hit zero, the Lich''s glowing red eyes faded, replaced by a calm, ethereal blue. It stopped attacking, lowering its skeletal hands as it looked at Leon with clarity.

    "It seems I lost myself once again," the Lich said in a voice that carried both wisdom and sorrow.

    Leon resisted the urge to correct it¡ªthe "moment" of clarity had lasted far longer than a second. He let it slide.

    "My name is, or was, Valtheris von Raon," the Lich began. "I was a powerful Archduke of this once-beautiful kingdom... until we made a fatal mistake."

    As Valtheris waved his hand, Leon and Roselia found themselves surrounded by a vivid illusion. They stood in the middle of a breathtakingly majestic kingdom. The streets were lined with grand architecture, and the air carried a sense of pride and prosperity.

    "This was our kingdom," Valtheris continued.

    Leon and Roselia marveled at the splendor but quickly noticed something unsettling. The kingdom seemed populated exclusively by the wealthy.

    "Why are there only nobles and rich people here?" Leon asked, his voice tinged with suspicion.

    Valtheris sighed deeply, the glow in his eyes dimming slightly. "That was our mistake. This beautiful kingdom was built on the backs of the common folk. We confined the peasantry and lower-class citizens to the outskirts, far from the city walls, while only nobles lived within."

    He gestured again, and the illusion shifted. The once-beautiful kingdom became a stark contrast¡ªdilapidated slums outside the city walls and vast, empty fields.

    "We grew drunk on power," Valtheris said. "We dismissed the commoners, thinking we didn''t need them. Slowly, our kingdom began to decline. The nobles didn''t know how to farm, nor how to cook. Without the backbone of the commoners, our society fell apart."

    The vision darkened further, showing the kingdom in ruins. Its grandeur reduced to a crumbling wasteland, the once-thriving civilization left in shambles.

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    The vision darkened further, showing the kingdom in ruins. Its grandeur reduced to a crumbling wasteland, the once-thriving civilization left in shambles.

    "We¡ª" Valtheris began, but his words were cut off as the clarity in his voice faltered. His glowing blue eyes flickered and shifted back to red.

    "Humans! You still live?!" the Lich roared, the chamber shaking as the illusion vanished. Leon and Roselia found themselves back in the dimly lit room, facing the enraged Archmage once more.

    {New Quest}

    {Stall the Lich until clarity returns.}

    {Time Limit: 3 minutes}

    {Reward: Continuation of Quest.}

    "Here we go again," Leon muttered, gripping his staff tightly. A barrage of spells erupted from the Lich, forcing Leon to counter once more.

    "Stay on your guard!" Roselia called, preparing to assist if needed.

    Leon unleashed a series of carefully calculated counterspells, dodging and blocking as he battled to stall the Lich without harming it. "It''s going to be a long three minutes," he sighed.

    Leon moved with calculated precision, each motion flowing seamlessly into the next as he continued to stall the Lich. Despite the Archmage''s immense magical strength, Leon''s intelligence and skills made the task look almost effortless.

    {2:45...}

    The Lich unleashed a flurry of Fire Bolts, its skeletal hands glowing with crimson energy. Leon raised his staff, calmly countering with Water Barrier, extinguishing the incoming flames before they could even reach him.

    "Predictable," he muttered under his breath, sidestepping to dodge a shadowy tendril aimed at his flank.

    {2:10...}

    The Lich roared in frustration, casting Lightning Chain, but Leon countered with a smirk. A flick of his staff summoned Grounding Field, dispersing the electricity harmlessly into the ground.

    "You''ll have to do better than that," Leon said, his voice steady as he moved to reposition himself.

    Roselia, standing at a safe distance, watched in quiet admiration. Leon wasn''t just holding his own¡ªhe was controlling the entire pace of the battle. Every spell the Lich cast was met with a precise and efficient counter, leaving no room for escalation.

    {1:35...}

    The Lich tried to shift tactics, summoning spectral swords that hovered menacingly in the air. They shot toward Leon with deadly speed, but he countered with Mana Wave, a burst of energy that shattered the spectral weapons before they could reach him.

    Roselia called out, "Need help?"

    Leon glanced back and shook his head. "Not yet. I''ve got this under control."

    {1:00...}

    The vision grew darker as the Lich''s voice cracked with regret.

    "But his son escaped. Years later, that boy returned, not as an Archmage like his father, but as a Magus King¡ªa rank far above ours by three times. With power beyond anything we could comprehend, he cursed our kingdom''s nobility, binding us to endless torment and twisting the very magic we once wielded against us."

    The scene faded, and the Lich looked directly at Leon and Roselia. "My name was Valtheris von Raon, and this is the penance I pay for my arrogance and cruelty."

    Leon nodded, his face solemn, but before he could respond, Valtheris''s eyes glowed red once again, and his skeletal frame trembled with dark energy.

    "Humans! You dare mock me by lingering here?!" the Lich roared, his voice losing its clarity as he raised his hands to cast another spell.

    "Not again," Leon sighed, gripping his staff tightly.

    Roselia readied her weapon, stepping back to let Leon handle it. "You''ve got this, right?"

    Leon smirked, though his weariness was starting to show. "Of course. Let''s get through this... again."

    And just as before, another quest notification appeared in front of him.

    {New Quest: Stall Time Until Archmage Regains Clarity}

    {Time Limit: 3 Minutes}

    {Reward: Continuation of the Story}

    "Here we go again," Leon muttered, bracing himself for another round of carefully calculated spells and counters.

    After another three minutes of intense battling and stalling, the Lich finally regained his clarity. "Thankfully, you are here. This means you have the power to help me," Valtheris said, his voice steady as sanity returned to his skeletal frame.

    "I want you to kill the Magus King Myrian and break this curse," he stated, turning his glowing red gaze toward Leon.

    Leon''s lips curled into a mocking grin as he laughed, his tone dripping with contempt. "Ahahaha! This is your penance? You killed his entire family, burned his home to ash, all because of your pitiful pride, even when they gave you shelter? And now, you want me to release you from your punishment?"

    Raising his staff, Leon scoffed. "Then why don''t you just die already?"

    [ Quest Updated ]

    [ New Quest: Kill Valtheris ]

    Reward: Valtheris''s Legacy

    Penalty: You will not be able to leave the mansion.

    Valtheris''s skeletal face twisted into an eerie grin. "Kwahahaha! Pitiful humans. In my madness, I do not even use 20% of my full power and wisdom. Do you really think you stand a chance against me? Now that I am at my peak?"

    His decrepit form began to shift, the worn and cracked bones transforming. His skeletal structure gained a regal, ominous appearance as white, gleaming bone was marked with intricate glowing blue sigils. Red veins of energy pulsed across his body as his tattered robe turned into an elaborate cloak befitting a royal mage.

    "I was not just any Archmage," Valtheris declared, his voice carrying a deep resonance. "I was the Golden Duke, master of Metal Magic, a force unmatched in the kingdom''s history."

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    "I was not just any Archmage," Valtheris declared, his voice carrying a deep resonance. "I was the Golden Duke, master of Metal Magic, a force unmatched in the kingdom''s history."

    He extended his hand, a massive spear of glimmering silver metal forming instantly and shooting toward Leon. "You, a pitiful fool who hasn''t even reached the rank of Grand Mage, think you can defeat me?"

    Leon smirked, twirling his staff with a confident flourish. "You know, I was wondering why this was so easy up until now." His aura shifted as magic began to swirl around him, potent and destructive.

    "Guess what? I wasn''t exactly using my real magic either," Leon said, his voice filled with determination. A fiery glow erupted from his staff as he activated Destruction Magic, its immense power radiating through the room.

    "Let''s see how you handle this," Leon growled, preparing to unleash his full strength. Leon has got lot of Destruction series spell, his Spells all came from his Charity system, now every time hr donates any spell to Roselia most came back as Destruction series spells.

    ''Time to test out their powers'' Leon thought as he looked at Valtheris.

    The air in the chamber grew heavy, crackling with raw energy as the battle began in earnest. Leon''s Destruction Magic, volatile and untamed, radiated from him like a burning inferno. Opposing him, Valtheris stood with an aura of composed menace, his Metal Magic glimmering with an almost divine luster.

    The Lich raised his hand, summoning a swirling maelstrom of sharp metallic shards that floated around him like a deadly halo. With a flick of his wrist, the shards shot forward, transforming into countless gleaming spears aimed directly at Leon.

    Leon reacted instantly, slamming the base of his staff into the ground. "Destructive Barrier!" he roared. A fiery, crackling dome of red energy erupted around him, disintegrating the incoming projectiles before they could reach him. The sound of melting metal filled the chamber as the barrier absorbed the assault.

    "You''ll have to do better than that," Leon taunted, stepping forward as the barrier dispersed.

    Valtheris''s skeletal grin widened. "Very well, human. Let''s see how long your arrogance lasts."

    The Lich thrust his hands toward the ground, and the floor beneath them began to rumble. Spikes of pure metal erupted from the stone, aiming to impale Leon from all angles. Leon leaped into the air, spinning his staff.

    The clash between Leon and Valtheris intensified, their powers reaching unfathomable heights. Each spell cast carried devastating force, transforming the once-majestic chamber into a chaotic battlefield.

    Valtheris waved his skeletal hand, summoning a swirling vortex of razor-sharp metal fragments. The shards glinted ominously in the flickering light as they spiraled toward Leon.

    "Shatter Storm!" the Lich hissed, sending the storm barreling forward with bone-crushing speed.

    Leon stood his ground, channeling his mana with a deep, focused breath. "Force Nova!" he shouted, releasing a massive shockwave of destructive energy that collided with the storm. The air filled with a cacophony of metallic screeches as the shards disintegrated upon contact, falling to the ground in harmless fragments.

    "You''re persistent," Valtheris growled, his glowing blue eyes narrowing.

    "And you''re stubborn," Leon shot back, a smirk playing on his lips.

    The Lich raised both arms, and the shattered metal fragments began to gather around him, merging into an enormous spear with glowing blue runes etched along its length. The weapon pulsed with an unholy energy as Valtheris hurled it at Leon.

    Leon reacted swiftly. "Destructive Rift!" he bellowed, slashing his staff through the air. A swirling tear in reality appeared before him, absorbing the spear just as it was about to hit. The rift collapsed with a deafening roar, leaving no trace of the attack.

    Valtheris let out a guttural laugh, the sound echoing unnaturally. "You''re resourceful, but let''s see how you handle this!"

    The ground beneath Leon began to rumble violently as massive chains of metal erupted from below, snaking toward him with relentless speed. The chains coiled and twisted, seeking to ensnare him.

    Leon jumped back, twirling his staff. "Blazing Cyclone!" he shouted, summoning a vortex of searing flames around himself. The chains recoiled, their metal glowing red-hot before they melted into useless puddles.

    But Valtheris wasn''t done. From the molten metal, he forged a pair of massive metallic golems, each armed with spiked fists. The golems lumbered toward Leon, their footsteps shaking the ground.

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    Leon grinned, his eyes blazing with determination. "Let''s turn up the heat."

    He slammed his staff into the ground. "Infernal Collapse!" Pillars of fire erupted from the ground, consuming the golems in a blinding inferno. The molten remains dripped back to the floor, but before Leon could take a breath, Valtheris was already on the move.

    The Lich floated into the air, his robes billowing as he raised his hands high. The ceiling cracked, and from above, a rain of massive, razor-sharp metal spikes began to fall.

    Leon narrowed his eyes, pointing his staff upward. "Arcane Shield: Omni-Dome!" A translucent dome of pure energy materialized over him, deflecting the deadly rain. The spikes shattered upon impact, but the relentless assault kept Leon pinned in place.

    "Impressive, but you''re still outmatched," Valtheris mocked, summoning a blade of shimmering silver metal in his hand. He dove toward Leon, aiming to pierce through the dome.

    Leon smirked. "Not so fast."

    As Valtheris descended, Leon dispelled the dome and leapt into the air, his staff glowing with intense red light. "Crimson Barrage!" A rapid series of explosive projectiles shot from the staff, forcing Valtheris to retreat mid-air.

    The two landed on opposite ends of the chamber, both breathing heavily.

    "You''re stronger than I expected," Valtheris admitted, his voice a mix of grudging respect and irritation. "But strength alone won''t save you. Sooner or later you will run out of Mana while I have Infinite amount of it."

    Leon planted his staff in the ground, flames crackling around him. "Maybe or maybe not, Why don''t we find it out?"

    Hearing his Mocking tone, Valtheris, charged at him as Leon smirked and charged too.@@@@

    They charged at each other, their magic colliding in a brilliant explosion that shook the very foundations of the mansion. Flames, metal, and raw energy swirled chaotically, neither side giving an inch.

    Valtheris, now fully powered by his refined metal magic, shifted his strategy. He slammed his skeletal fist into the ground, and the entire chamber trembled as massive metallic spikes erupted in every direction. The spikes coiled and converged into a serpentine dragon, its metallic scales shimmering with lethal sharpness.

    The dragon roared, its cry reverberating through the room as it lunged toward Leon with blinding speed.

    Valtheris laughed maniacally, his armor glowing red-hot from the heat. "You fight well, mortal, but this ends now!"

    The Lich raised his blade, channeling all his power into a single, devastating strike. The blade gleamed with an intense light as it descended toward Leon.

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    Leon planted his feet firmly, his staff glowing brighter than ever. "Meteor Breaker!" he roared, summoning a massive fiery meteor from above. The meteor slammed into the blade, creating a deafening explosion that sent shockwaves rippling through the chamber.

    When the dust settled, both combatants were on opposite sides of the room, visibly battered but still standing.

    "You''re persistent," Valtheris muttered, his tone now tinged with respect.

    "And you''re stubborn," Leon replied, a defiant grin on his face.

    The battle wasn''t over yet. Both knew that the next move would decide the victor.

    "What is your class?" Leon asked, his piercing gaze fixed on Valtheris.

    The lich sneered, his glowing red eyes narrowing with disdain. "My class is called Golden Archmage, a powerful and legendary class," he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance.

    "I see," Leon responded calmly, his grip tightening on his staff. "In that case, let''s see if my class-exclusive skill is effective against your class-exclusive skill."

    Valtheris tilted his head slightly, intrigued. "Very well, mortal. Let this be our final clash," he said, raising his hand as golden runes began to encircle him.

    "Good," Leon replied, his tone resolute. He raised his staff high, his aura flaring to life as he activated his most powerful skill¡ªthe one that could decide everything.

    This next move would surely end the battle.

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    [ Skill: Annihilation Ray (Mythical)Type: Active

    Description: Channels a concentrated beam of destructive energy, erasing anything in its path. Perfect for wide-scale destruction or pinpoint annihilation.

    Mana Cost: 10,000 mana.

    Effects:

    Inflicts 1,000% True Damage, ignoring all defenses.

    Deals additional damage equal to 100% of the caster''s intelligence and 50% of their mana pool.

    Can be charged for greater area coverage and damage output.

    Chanting time : 20 seconds

    Cooldown : 1 hour ]

    Leon stood unwavering as Valtheris bellowed, his voice echoing throughout the chamber. "Take this, mortal! SAGE GIGASTEEL!"

    A massive knight made entirely of gleaming, enchanted metal emerged beside the lich, its towering form radiating overwhelming power. The construct charged at Leon, its colossal sword swinging down with the force to cleave mountains.

    Leon, calm and composed, raised his staff, his lips curling into a confident smirk. "Let''s finish this. Annihilating Ray!"

    A triple-layered magic circle materialized before him, its intricate designs glowing with searing white light. As the spell activated, the room was engulfed in a blinding brilliance.

    Roselia, who had been watching with her sword ready in case Leon needed assistance, shielded her eyes from the intensity. She could feel the raw energy tearing through the air, a testament to Leon''s unmatched skill.

    When the light faded, only remnants of the once-mighty construct remained¡ªtwo skeletal feet firmly rooted to the ground, all else obliterated. Valtheris himself was reduced to a fragmented, kneeling form, his upper body completely annihilated.

    Leon stood tall, inspecting the aftermath with satisfaction.

    {Quest Complete}

    {Congratulations, Challenger Fang. You have gained Valtheris''s Legacy.}

    {Valtheris''s Legacy: The Archmage Legacy of Metal Series Magic. Does Challenger wish to integrate this Legacy?}

    Without hesitation, Leon shook his head. "No," he replied, his tone firm.

    The tower''s system acknowledged his decision. In an instant, a majestic golden grimoire appeared in his hands, its surface adorned with intricate, shimmering runes. The aura it emanated was both ancient and otherworldly, a treasure of immense value.

    Upon gifting the epic spells, the system rewarded Leon with two legendary-grade spells:

    Excalibur:

    A radiant sword of pure energy, dealing devastating true damage and radiating light to cleanse darkness.

    Aegis Shield:

    A legendary shield spell that not only defends but reflects a portion of the incoming damage back at the attacker.

    Equipment:

    Staff of Giga (Epic):

    A staff tailored for metal series magic users, increasing mana regeneration by 20% and boosting total mana capacity by 10,000.

    (Gifted to Roselia.)

    Bright Metal Staff (Legendary): (Rebate)

    A legendary staff with a deceptively humble name but extraordinary abilities. It amplified magic output by 30%, increased mana regeneration by 50%, and added 20,000 to mana reserves.

    Leon held the Bright Metal Staff in his hands, its simple design hiding its immense power. The shaft was smooth and silvery, with glowing runes subtly etched along its surface. "Doesn''t look like much, but it''s leagues ahead of the Giga Staff," he mused, testing its balance.

    As the two walked away from the dungeon, Roselia turned to Leon, her eyes sparkling with newfound resolve. "Thanks for sharing these rewards with me. I''ll make sure they''re put to good use."

    Leon smirked. "You''d better. We''ll be facing tougher enemies soon enough, and I''ll need someone watching my back." Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

    Roselia gave him a confident nod. "Always."

    As Leon and Roselia continued their walk through the forest, they came to an abrupt stop, their senses on high alert. The serene surroundings now carried an unsettling tension.

    "You can come out now," Leon said, his voice calm but commanding.

    Roselia, standing by his side, added with a smirk, "Yeah, we''re deep enough in the forest. No witnesses around."

    Earlier the moment they came out of the Dungeon they sensed people following them, but they acted as if the didn''t sensed them and continued to move, deliberately reaching he middle of forest where there will be no witness.

    For a moment, there was silence. Then, a chuckle broke through the stillness.

    "Kekekeke..." A figure emerged from the shadows¡ªa man clad in gleaming bright red armor, holding a sword that radiated a faint crimson glow. His long hair framed a handsome face that wore a deceptive, almost gentle smile.

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    "Kekekeke..." A figure emerged from the shadows¡ªa man clad in gleaming bright red armor, holding a sword that radiated a faint crimson glow. His long hair framed a handsome face that wore a deceptive, almost gentle smile.Behind him, several others stepped out of hiding. Their well-maintained gear and confident stances revealed them to be an experienced and well-equipped party.

    "Did you two just clear the Archmage Dungeon?" the man in red armor asked. His voice carried an air of false politeness.

    Leon glanced at him, analyzing the situation. The leader''s demeanor and appearance seemed refined, but the intent in his eyes was anything but noble. "Yes," Leon replied simply, his tone devoid of concern.

    The red-armored man smiled. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Maximillius Light. I am the son of the leader of the Celestial Light Organization."

    Leon raised an eyebrow. He was familiar with the organization¡ªa renowned group known for its supposed altruism and strict discipline. However, seeing Maximillius''s smug demeanor and the opportunistic gleam in his eyes, Leon couldn''t help but question their reputation.@@@@

    "We were planning to raid that dungeon," Maximillius continued, his tone becoming sharper. "My party waited for over a week, and then you came along and snatched it from us. So, you''ll compensate us now."

    Leon''s expression didn''t waver. "Compensate you? Didn''t you take the quest from the guild board?" he asked while casually twirling the Bright Metal Staff in his hand.

    Maximillius''s eyes narrowed, catching the faint hum of power emanating from the staff. "We didn''t need to," he admitted with a smirk. "It''s common courtesy to pay your respects to stronger groups, especially ones like us. Just leave half your loot, and we''ll let you go."

    A voice from behind Maximillius chimed in, filled with malice. "Boss, why settle for half? Let''s take it all¡ªand the girl too."

    The rest of the group erupted in laughter, their intentions now crystal clear.

    Leon sighed, shaking his head. "You claim to be part of the Celestial Light Organization, right?" he asked.

    "Impossible...!" Maximillius gasped.

    "Oh, it''s very possible," Leon replied, his voice cold. "Let''s end this quickly. You''re not worth my time."

    Roselia stepped forward, her sword drawn and ready. "Don''t bother running. None of you are leaving this forest, Alive."

    Leon and Roselia exchanged a knowing glance. They both understood the gravity of the situation. Being targeted by a high-level organization like the Celestial Light Organization was not something they could simply brush off. Even if they spared Maximillius and his group, it would only invite endless pursuit and harassment. However, killing them now would at least delay those repercussions, buying them valuable time.

    The thought of escaping entirely was unrealistic. The Celestial Light Organization likely had resources to track them, including advanced relics and spells capable of revealing the past within a specific area. Such artifacts could reconstruct their actions, ensuring that any cover-up would eventually come to light. But that was a problem for the future. For now, they needed to eliminate the immediate threat.

    "You guys really came at the perfect time," Leon said with a calm but dangerous smile, holding the Bright Metal Staff. His aura flared as he prepared to test the full potential of his newfound power. After integrating the Legacy of the Golden Magus, he had unlocked spells and abilities that expanded his already formidable repertoire.

    Legacy integration was rare and powerful¡ªso much so that even among the strongest adventurers, very few had access to such capabilities. Unlike classes or fixed affinities, legacies don''t allow unprecedented growth and adaptability. Some legacies came with specific limitations, but Leon''s Golden Magus legacy offered powerful Potential in metal magic, enhancing his affinity for metal magic and granting him dominion over complex Metal constructs.

    He knew Maximillius, as the son of a major organization''s leader, would undoubtedly have top-tier equipment and spells. However, Leon doubted that Maximillius possessed a legacy. Even within such a privileged background, legacies were far too rare and precious to be granted to someone who wasn''t deemed absolutely deserving.

    Maximillius sneered, trying to regain his composure. "You think you can intimidate me? My father has equipped me with the best spells and weapons. You don''t stand a chance."

    Leon smirked and glanced at Roselia. "Let''s test that theory."

    Roselia nodded and stepped forward, her sword gleaming with her battle aura. "You take the leader. I''ll handle the rest," she said calmly, already focusing her energy on the advancing party members.

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    Roselia nodded and stepped forward, her sword gleaming with her battle aura. "You take the leader. I''ll handle the rest," she said calmly, already focusing her energy on the advancing party members.

    Leon raised his staff, summoning his first spell. "Golden Fortress!" A massive, glowing wall of golden metal materialized between him and Maximillius''s men, effectively isolating the leader.

    Maximillius''s eyes widened. "You fool you just trapped yourself with me?!, And I am Dragon Slayer Warrior, I have advantage over you" he laughed as he said.

    Leon tilted his head and smirked. "Not really. I just didn''t want my test subject running away." He pointed his staff, and the air around them began to hum with power.

    "Golden Convergence!" Leon shouted. Shards of glowing metal began to coalesce in midair, forming an intricate array of whirling weapons. Blades, spears, and projectiles hovered menacingly before launching toward Maximillius with blistering speed.

    Maximillius swung his sword. "Dragon Slayer Barrier!" A fiery crimson shield erupted around him, deflecting the first wave of projectiles. However, the intensity of Leon''s spell caused cracks to form in the barrier almost immediately.@@@@

    "You''re strong!" Maximillius admitted, gritting his teeth. "But I''ve faced stronger!"

    " killed better mages" he said slashing at him.

    Leon chuckled. "Have you, though?" He shifted his stance and activated another spell. "Metallic Oblivion!" The projectiles dissolved into a mist of golden particles, which reformed into chains that lashed out and wrapped around Maximillius''s arms and legs, immobilizing him. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

    Meanwhile, Roselia darted through the rest of the group like a blur, her sword cutting down anyone who dared to attack her. Her movements were precise and lethal, leaving no room for retaliation. Within moments, half the group was incapacitated, their equipment scattered across the forest floor.

    Maximillius struggled against the chains, his fiery aura intensifying. "You''ll regret this! My father will¡ª"

    "We''re being watched," he said, his tone calm but alert.

    Roselia responded with equal composure, "It''s normal. An SSS-rank quest like this, left pending for so long, has undoubtedly accumulated a lot of wealth as a reward. Now that we''ve returned, it''s no surprise people have set their sights on us."

    Leon gave a slight nod, scanning their surroundings without drawing attention. "Let''s head straight to the Association, submit the quest, and leave immediately for the Death Tyrant King," he said decisively.

    Roselia nodded in agreement, her expression serious. Together, they made their way through the crowded city streets, maintaining a steady pace as they moved toward the Adventurers'' Association, keenly aware of the prying eyes tracking their every move.

    As they approached the grand hall of the Adventurers'' Association, the atmosphere grew tense. The ornate building stood as a testament to centuries of adventurers'' legacies, with towering columns and intricate carvings depicting epic battles and heroic deeds. Inside, the murmurs of adventurers filled the air, and all eyes turned toward Leon and Roselia as they entered.

    Leon ignored the gazes, heading straight to the counter. The receptionist, a sharp-eyed elf with a professional demeanor, greeted them with a polite smile. "Welcome back. You''ve completed the SSS-rank quest, I assume?"

    Leon nodded and placed a sealed document on the counter. "Here''s the proof of completion and the required artifacts."

    The receptionist took the document, her hands steady despite the weight of the task. She opened it carefully, revealing the crest of the Archmage Valtheris, along with detailed records of the dungeon''s completion. She glanced at Leon and Roselia, her expression betraying a hint of awe.

    "Impressive. Few have survived such a quest, let alone completed it. The rewards will be substantial, but they''ll take some time to process. If you''ll follow me, we can handle the formalities in a private room," she said.

    Leon shook his head. "No need for formalities. Just transfer the rewards to my account. We''re in a hurry."

    The receptionist hesitated, then nodded. "Understood. The reward includes gold, Ascender Points, and now you have accumulated 1000 Points, you can now upgrade your grey card to Bronze. I''ll ensure everything is added to your account immediately."

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    As she worked, Roselia whispered to Leon, "This many eyes on us... it''s not just curiosity. Some of them are planning something."

    Leon smirked, his tone light but carrying an edge. "Let them try. They''ll regret it."

    Moments later, the receptionist handed them a slip. "The rewards have been processed. Thank you for your patience."

    Without another word, Leon and Roselia turned to leave, but as they stepped outside, they found themselves surrounded. A group of adventurers blocked their path, their leader stepping forward.

    He was a burly man with a scar across his cheek, his armor gleaming with enchantments. "Hand over the loot from the Archmage''s dungeon," he demanded, his voice low and threatening.

    Leon glanced at Roselia, who gave a faint nod. Then he turned his gaze back to the man, his eyes cold. "You''ve got one chance to walk away. Take it."

    The leader sneered. "You don''t scare me, kid. That SSS-rank reward belongs to us now!"

    Leon sighed, drawing his staff with a casual motion. "You should''ve listened."

    The air crackled with magic as Roselia unsheathed her blade, her expression calm but deadly. The onlookers in the city square began to scatter, sensing the battle about to erupt.

    The leader of the group sneered at Leon, laughing mockingly. "A kid like you with barely two of you against us? You really think you stand a chance? Hand over the loot quietly, and we''ll let you walk away without dragging the city guards into this."

    Leon tilted his head slightly, an amused smirk playing on his lips. "You know," he began, his voice calm but dripping with authority, "I''ve killed over a thousand before. A hundred? That''s not even worth breaking a sweat."

    The leader''s confidence faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Big words for someone who¡ª"

    Leon cut him off, his voice cold as ice. "Besides... it''s not just the two of us."

    Within minutes, the adventurers lay defeated, their leader barely alive. The Dark Pope approached him, raising a hand glowing with dark energy.

    Leon raised his voice. "That''s enough."

    The Dark Pope halted immediately, bowing his head. "As you wish, my master."

    Leon stepped forward, leaning down to the trembling leader. "Tell your organization this: Stay out of my way. The next time we meet, you won''t even have the luxury of begging for mercy."

    With that, Leon turned, dismissing his summons. The Dark Pope and Templar Knights dissolved into shadows, vanishing into the void.

    Roselia whistled, calling their beasts to their side. Without another word, the two mounted their rides and left the city, leaving chaos and fear in their wake.

    Leon and Roselia arrived at the teleportation formation, its ancient runes glowing faintly in the dim light. The magic circle pulsed with energy, ready to transport them back to the Town of Beginning¡ªa place they had been since the start of their adventure. And from where their SSS-Rank Quest had originated.

    Roselia glanced at the formation and sighed. "At least this part is simple. Let''s hope no one bothers us before we leave."

    Leon chuckled. "Unlikely, but let''s move quickly just in case."

    With a shared nod, they activated the teleportation formation. In a flash of light, they were transported back to the familiar cobblestone streets of the Town of Beginning. The bustling marketplace and rows of quaint houses were a stark contrast to the chaos they had just left behind.

    After checking in briefly at the Adventurer''s Association to complete the formalities of their quest submission, they prepared for their next destination: the Southwest Mountains.

    These mountains were infamous, teeming with danger. The lower slopes were home to wolves, trolls, and goblins, all of which posed a threat to ordinary adventurers. However, for Leon and Roselia, such creatures were minor obstacles.

    Their real target lay at the heart of the mountain range¡ªthe Death Tyrant King.

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    The journey through the mountain began uneventfully. Leon and Roselia dispatched any stray goblins or trolls with ease, their combat prowess and teamwork honed to perfection. As they ascended deeper into the range, the atmosphere grew heavier, the air thick with the stench of death and decay.

    Finally, after hours of travel, they arrived at a clearing near the mountain''s center. Before them stood a broken house, its roof caved in and walls charred black as if by fire. At the center of the clearing, kneeling silently in front of the ruins, was a lone figure.

    The Death Tyrant King.

    Unlike most monsters, the Death Tyrant King was once a man of honor¡ªa proud knight who served a great noble family with unwavering loyalty. However, his life took a tragic turn when he failed to protect his liege against the wrath of the Magus King, the revenge filled Magus whose power devastated the lands.

    Despite his failure, the knight was spared, not because of mercy, but because his bloodline lacked noble heritage. Even in the face of shame and ridicule, he refused to abandon his duty, choosing to kneel before the ruins of the family he once served. He stayed there, unmoving, until death claimed him.

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    But death was not his release. A curse took hold of his soul, reviving him as a Death Knight¡ªan undead warrior retaining 100% of the strength they had in life. Though the curse eroded his mortal soul, fragments of his honor and sorrow remained. At Level 80, he was weaker than the apex he once was, but his King-Class Undead status elevated him, making him equivalent to a Level 150 opponent. His human-like form only added to his potency.

    The Death Tyrant King stood, his hollow, glowing eyes fixed on Leon and Roselia.

    "Humans leave while you can. Why do you disturb me now?" he asked, his voice echoing like the faint toll of a bell, carrying both sorrow and menace.

    Leon nodded and said backing off. "May your soul finally find peace, old knight."

    Roselia stepped forward, her confidence unwavering despite the overwhelming presence of the Death Tyrant King. Though her raw power was not on par with his, her vast experience and mastery of her unique classes made her a formidable opponent.

    She was an Ancient Dark Battle Magus, a rare and powerful class that granted her destructive magical abilities and exceptional combat prowess. As an Ancient Demon, her class automatically elevated her status to Magus, bypassing the usual limitations of levels and rank advancements. Even though her level was similar to Leon''s after becoming his familiar, her inherent strength as a Magus remained untouched. She had yet to advance to a higher stage like Mage Sovereign or Grand Magus, but as a Magus, she was already a force to be reckoned with.

    Roselia was also a highly skilled Alchemist, capable of transmuting one material into another even during battle. While she rarely showcased this ability in combat, preferring to leave the spotlight to Leon, it was another ace up her sleeve that allowed her to adapt to any situation.

    Leon leaned against his staff, observing the unfolding battle with a calm demeanor. "This is your fight, Roselia. Show him what a Battle Magus can do."

    Roselia smirked, her crimson eyes locking onto the undead king. "Watch closely, Leon. You might learn a thing or two."

    The Death Tyrant King tilted his head, his hollow eyes narrowing. "You face me alone, little Magus? Foolish. You may be strong, but not strong enough to challenge a King of Death."

    Roselia''s smile widened. "We''ll see about that."

    With a flick of her wrist, a dark vortex of energy swirled around her. The ground beneath her feet cracked as she unleashed a wave of ancient dark magic, the shadows bending to her will.

 Chapter 105 Roselia vs Death knight

    As Roselia released a powerful dark spell, the Death Knight paused, the attack striking him directly and reducing his health by only a few percentage points.

    "What are you scheming?" Roselia asked, her tone wary.

    The Death Knight fixed his hollow gaze on her. "You''re a Dark Magus?"

    "Not quite," Roselia replied with a smirk. "I''m a Dark Battle Magus."

    The Death Knight nodded slowly. "Then you are certain to die," he declared, as his aura suddenly flared.@@@@

    The air around him ignited with a blinding white light that contrasted sharply with his dark, decayed body. The White Aura encircled him, pulsating with overwhelming energy.

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    "I have been preparing for millions of years," the Death Knight continued, his voice resonating with newfound determination. "I swore to kill the Dark Magus King and free my lady from this curse!"

    {Error...}

    {Quest difficulty updated from SSS to EX Rank.}

    {Death Knight Roman is no longer confined to the First Floor.}

    The Death Knight''s eyes burned with a mixture of light and darkness as his aura surged. "That dark magic of yours... It has awakened me," he said, his voice eerily calm as the aura around him began to merge, forming a terrifying blend of light and shadow. His once-restrained power now erupted outward, shaking the very ground.

    "So, I trained for millions of years to evolve my aura into the Dark Slayer Aura, but I always failed," Roman said, his voice resonating with a mix of pride and bitterness. "Until your dark magic blasted me, helping me understand its properties."

    As his evolution completed, Roman now stood before them, no longer a Death Knight encased in menacing armor. Instead, he appeared as a young man, likely around their age. His once decayed and imposing figure had transformed into a deceptively ordinary appearance¡ªa common villager''s attire.

    Roman didn''t respond with words. Instead, he swung his sword, aiming to cleave Leon in half.

    Leon, prepared for such a move, swiftly summoned a shimmering barrier of golden energy. The clash of Roman''s blade against the barrier echoed like a thunderclap.

    Roman''s power as an Emperor-Class Dark Slayer Knight was immense, roughly equivalent to a Level 180 opponent. But Leon, having surpassed Level 200 in terms of just stats after defeating Valtheris and obtaining the Legacy of the Magus of Gold, was more than prepared.

    The Legacy of Metals had fundamentally altered Leon''s body, elevating him beyond the capabilities of typical Earth magic users. Unlike the rigid strength focus of earth magic, the gold-based magic of the Metal Magus granted both extraordinary strength and unparalleled versatility.

    Each Element in Magic grants a boon, Earth Strength and Defense, Water calmness and Flexibility or Dexterity, Fire Strength and Endurance and such other boons provided by Elements and their variants.

    "Impressive strike," Leon said, his voice steady as Roman pressed against the barrier. "But I''m not just standing still."

    With a flick of his fingers, Leon''s barrier expanded into jagged golden spikes, forcing Roman to leap back. Leon stepped forward, the ground beneath his feet glowing faintly as golden veins of magical energy pulsed outward.

    "My magic isn''t just about power¡ªit''s about adaptability," Leon said, his golden aura intensifying. "And that''s what will make the difference here."

    Roman smirked, his aura crackling with a mix of white and black energy. "Then show me if your so-called adaptability can stand against over a million years of true dedication."

    "Gladly," Leon replied, raising his staff. A volley of blazing Destruction Series fire orbs erupted from it, streaking toward Roman like miniature meteors.

    Roman didn''t flinch. With a wave of his hand, the fire orbs collided with an aura barrier, the mix of white and black energy nullifying the explosive force. The flames dissipated, leaving only faint scorch marks on the ground.

    "Interesting," Roman said, his eyes narrowing. "That''s not just ordinary magic. It''s something... different."

    Leon smirked. "Still want to fight, or are you ready to talk?"

    Roman responded with action, not words. He swung his sword, unleashing a massive slash of concentrated energy. Leon sidestepped, the blade''s aura cutting a deep trench into the earth behind him.

 Chapter 106 Leon vs Roman

    "You want a fight?" Leon said, his irritation flaring as he stepped back and raised his staff. "Fine. You''ll get one."

    Golden energy erupted from Leon''s body, his aura flaring brighter than ever. The ground beneath him began to shimmer as if it were turning to liquid gold. His eyes glowed with a metallic sheen, radiating raw power.@@@@

    "Let''s see how your dedication matches up to ingenuity," Leon said, his voice calm but edged with determination. "Destruction: Judgment Barrage!"

    Hundreds of glowing golden orbs materialized around Leon, each crackling with immense destructive energy. At his command, they launched toward Roman in a relentless, coordinated assault.

    Roman''s eyes deepened as he raised his sword, his aura flaring brilliantly, creating a vortex of white and black energy around him. "You''re not the only one with tricks. Let me show you the art of a million years of dedication!"

    The vortex absorbed all the golden orbs, reducing their powers to nothingness without even letting a spck of explosion.

    With a flourish, Roman gripped his sword tightly and muttered, "Voidlight Blade: Dance of Eternity."

    The ground beneath them cracked as Roman leapt forward with incredible speed, his sword leaving a streak of light and darkness in its wake. His blade moved with precision, each slash creating afterimages that made it impossible to discern the real attack from the feints.

    Leon raised a golden barrier just in time, the first strike smashing into it like a tidal wave. The impact echoed across the battlefield, sending shockwaves that uprooted nearby trees.

    Leon retaliated with a quick series of golden beams from his staff, aiming for Roman''s blind spots. Roman spun his blade in a perfect arc, deflecting each beam with a metallic clang.

    "Voidlight Blade: Crescent Divide!"

    Roman''s sword flared with energy as he slashed horizontally, sending a massive crescent of light and shadow hurtling toward Leon. Leon countered with a Destruction: Golden Bastion, a dome of radiant energy that absorbed the attack, though cracks spiderwebbed across its surface.

    Leon lowered his staff, his expression shifting to one of sincerity. "First of all, we''re not with that Dark Magus King. So, spare my girlfriend, will you?"

    At his words, Roselia, standing a little behind Leon, blushed furiously. She had expected him to refer to her as his familiar, maybe even his companion, but girlfriend caught her off guard. Her heart fluttered, and she tried to maintain her composure, though the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her.

    Roman turned to Roselia, studying her for a moment. She gave him a firm nod, silently vouching for their intentions. Roman crossed his arms. "What else?"

    Leon stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. "Be my partner."

    Roman raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet skeptical. "Partner? What do you mean?"

    "I mean partner, as in ally or comrade. Someone who stands with me, not against me," Leon clarified. His straightforward tone contrasted with Roman''s skeptical demeanor.

    Roman''s lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but his expression remained guarded. "I have no time to join you on your adventures," he said, turning slightly. His black and white aura flickered as he gazed into the distance. "My mission is clear. I have to free my lady from the cursed torment that binds her soul."

    "How exactly do you plan to do that?" Leon asked, curious.

    Roman glanced back at him, his expression softening for the first time. "My sword is mighty, but it cannot sever the curse. However, I''ve heard of a realm. They say once someone reaches the highest level of Sword mastery, they can sever anything, even the strongest bonds. I intend to reach that Sword mastery, use its power, and split the curse from my lady''s soul."

    Leon nodded slowly, absorbing the gravity of Roman''s words. "What if I help you with that?"

    Roman''s eyes narrowed, his black-and-white pupils glinting with suspicion. "You''d better not give me false hope," he warned, his tone cold but not dismissive.

    Leon smiled faintly, his confidence unwavering. "This isn''t false hope. I have resources, knowledge, and the strength to back it up. If you''ll let me, I can help you free your lady."

    Roman''s gaze softened again, but his pride held firm. He gestured toward the setting sun.

 Chapter 107 The curse

    Roman looked at the setting sun, his voice calm but resolute. "The ruins will open in another hour."

    "Then you can show me," Leon replied, stepping closer.

    Roman nodded. Leon''s tone turned more serious as he added, "Alright then, after this, be my partner."

    Roman studied Leon carefully, his gaze unwavering. "I will be your knight not just a partner, after swearing the Oath of a Knight."

    Leon froze for a moment, understanding the gravity of what Roman was saying. The Oath of a Knight was not just a pledge; it was a sacred and binding contract. Once sworn, the knight became their master''s sword and shield¡ªa tool for both protection and destruction. The knight''s autonomy would be forfeit, and they would live only to serve the one to whom they pledged allegiance. No matter what kind of master they are, whether a saint or monster they will serve them blindly going as far as mass murdering innocents if what their master desires.

    "You don''t have to go that far," Leon said, his brows furrowed as he looked at Roman.

    Roman''s gaze darkened, his voice filled with sorrow and determination. "You don''t know how it feels," he said softly. "To see a pure soul, someone you love, tortured for millions of years. To be powerless to do anything except kill her fast enough to end her suffering."

    Leon stood silently, sensing the weight of Roman''s pain.

    "You''ve given me hope after so many years," Roman continued. "This is the least I can do to repay you."

    Leon sighed, nodding in understanding but firm in his stance. "Fine, but let''s be clear. I don''t want perfect and absolute obedience. I said I need a partner, not a slave."

    Roman raised an eyebrow. "Why does it matter, Knight or Partner? You are getting my allegiance"

    "Yes, of course it matters" Leon said firmly. "A partner is someone who helps guide the path forward, not a servant. Listen to my instructions when it''s critical, but you will retain your will. I need someone who can think and act on their own, not just follow blindly."

    Roman''s gaze softened slightly, his respect for Leon growing. "Alright," he said after a moment of reflection. "I will pledge myself as a partner, not a puppet. "

    "Good," Leon nodded.

    ''Sometimes, a secret should remain a secret.''

    The hour passed quickly as the ruins began to shift. The broken remnants of the ancient structure moved, piece by piece, until they reconstructed into a magnificent castle atop the mountain. The sunlight reflected off its pristine stone, creating a breathtaking sight.

    It was as if beauty had taken form in this once-desolate place.

    " it was the Palace of my lady, she had it build here, watching the sunset and Dawn everyday, standing at that Balcony" Rowan said reminiscing the past as they nodded.

    [The Dungeon of the Banshee Queen has been rebuilt.]

    [Challengers may now enter and face the Banshee Queen for the reward.]

    [Difficulty Level: SSS.]

    Leon nodded thoughtfully. Due to Roman''s actions in the past, the Banshee Queen''s dungeon was always destroyed before it could be discovered. Roman had always killed the Banshee Queen, allowing it to remain untouched until now.

    Many adventurers had mistaken the SSS difficulty tied to Roman though they were not exactly wrong, but the true SSS-level challenge had always been this dungeon.

    "Just go and free her," Leon said calmly, his voice carrying a supportive undertone.

    Roman nodded, his determination unwavering.

    The trio entered the dungeon, stepping into a magnificent yet eerie hall. The air inside was thick with a haunting presence, and the architecture was both mesmerizing and unsettling. Gothic designs covered the walls, with massive chandeliers made of glowing crystals illuminating the area in a dim, otherworldly light.

    Leon glanced at Roman, who was leading the way. Roselia walked beside Leon, her eyes scanning every corner cautiously.

    "This place," Roman began, his voice low and grim, "It''s just like I remember... except worse."

 Chapter 108 The Curse II

    "This place," Roman began, his voice low and grim, "It''s just like I remember... except worse."

    "That means we''re on the right path," Leon replied, summoning a faint barrier of golden energy around the group to shield them from the dungeon''s creeping malevolence.

    "So where is she?" Roselia asked.

    Roman shook his head. "I... I don''t know," he admitted.

    Leon raised an eyebrow, astonished. "Don''t you always clear this dungeon? How can you not know?"

    Roman sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. "I only ever destroyed it from the outside. I was too much of a coward to see the state my lady was in."

    Leon and Roselia exchanged glances, both understanding more about Roman''s perspective.

    ''No wonder he still regards her as a pure soul,'' Leon thought, his expression turning grim.

    ''He doesn''t even know what a banshee truly is,'' Roselia mused, shaking her head slightly.

    They both sighed quietly but didn''t press Roman further.

    The group continued moving through the dungeon, carefully navigating from one room to another. Each area was vast and eerily silent, the oppressive atmosphere gnawing at their resolve.

    "There''s no one else here," Leon observed, scanning the surroundings. "No other monsters or enemies have come to harass us so far."

    "Yes," Roman confirmed, his tone solemn. "She lives alone."

    Leon nodded in understanding as they continued to move. Soon, Leon''s Sage Eyes caught something unusual. He stopped in front of a wall, his gaze fixed on it.

    Stepping inside, they were greeted by even more horrifying sights. Children with severed limbs hung from chains, their blood dripping steadily into a massive, dark bathtub. From the constant twitching of their bodies, it was clear that they were still alive, enduring unspeakable torment.

    Leon gripped his staff tightly, his knuckles white with the effort. The scene before him stirred something deep within¡ªa cold fury that sent his Berserk Points surging uncontrollably. His eyes turned icy and dangerous, but he forced himself to take a deep breath, using his Sage Mind to calm himself. Even so, his rage simmered beneath the surface.

    He turned his focus to the girl, her legs being cut by the so-called lady of the dungeon. The woman''s expression was detached, almost as if she were performing a mundane task rather than an act of horrific cruelty.

    Leon pointed his staff at the girl. With a sharp chant, he unleashed a legendary-grade spell he had acquired from the shop after donating heavily to the divine sanctuary¡ªRebirth.

    The spell engulfed the girl in golden light, knitting her severed legs back together and restoring her vitality. The magic was powerful enough to fix every injury, though its effects were limited to a single target.

    The girl collapsed into a peaceful sleep, her breathing even as the pain left her body.

    The Banshee Queen''s head snapped up, her expression contorting into an unnatural, rage-filled grimace.

    SCREEEEEEEEEEECH!

    Her shriek echoed through the chamber, so powerful that it sent waves of energy rippling outward. The sound was deafening and disorienting, a clear sign of her wrath.

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    "She''s not going to let this go easily," Roselia muttered, preparing her staff for combat.

    "Good," Leon replied coldly, his staff glowing with another spell. "Neither will I."

    The Banshee Queen floated upward, her tattered dress billowing as her aura darkened the room. Her shriek was a warning, she kept looking around yet she wasn''t able to find them, as they are still under the Silent veil spell.

    Leon didn''t looked at her as he continued to cast the spells, first freeing the children and then suing Rebirth to heal them instantly, " get the children aside" he said as Roselia nodded.@@@@

 Chapter 109 The Curse III

    Leon stepped forward, his calm demeanor unshaken as he faced the Banshee Queen. With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed his staff into his spatial inventory and drew a sword instead. Its blade gleamed with ethereal light, imbued with runes that pulsed faintly. He glanced over at Roman, who stood by Roselia to help secure the children.

    He then removed the Silent veil from only himself, causing the banshee Queen to turn to look at him.

    The Banshee Queen let out a chilling laugh as her twisted form rose higher into the air.

    "Ahahaha! You dare face me? Are you here to be my nourishment?" she sneered, her crimson eyes glowing with malice. "Sadly, only the blood of children keeps me young!"

    Leon''s gaze remained steady as he tightened his grip on the sword. "So that''s why you''ve continued this atrocity¡ªto make your undead skin glow?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain.

    The Banshee Queen''s expression darkened, and she lunged at him with inhuman speed. Her once-beautiful, flowing white dress was now stained with the blood of her victims, its purity a cruel mockery of her monstrous deeds.

    "No! This skin is no matter of what I do remains the same!" she spat, her voice shaking with rage. "I was cursed¡ªbetrayed in life and damned in death."

    " then why the children blood and with this cruelty?" Leon asked calmly trying to maintain his berserk point from reaching any higher.

    " I used to bath in blood of children when i was alive" she shrugged as if it was the most normal thing " I learn from a Blood mage, bathing in tormented blood of children can not only make me beautiful but also increase my talent in Blood magic" she said.

    " But one day that bastard Magus king casted Curse of Eternal retaliation on me, forced em to suffer the same pain as these low borns" She said pulling her hairs as she continued " They should be happy that they can be of use to me a Noble yet these bastard cause me to turn into this Cursed Spirit banshee who is always in pain."

    And then with a twisted smile she continued " so I grabbed their souls and make them go through this pain again and again as their punishment"

    Leon''s eyes narrowed as he pieced the truth together. "The Curse of Eternal Retaliation, isn''t it? Cast by the one you trusted most, turning you into a puppet of endless suffering..."@@@@

    "That is the true meaning of the Banshee Undead," Roselia said quietly, stepping closer to Roman. "Banshees are cursed spirits, condemned by those they tormented and betrayed. Their unending torment is both their punishment and their prison."

    Leon stood over the Banshee Queen, who now looked up at him, her defiance replaced with a hollow despair.

    "Tearing away lives to sustain your own only deepens your suffering," Leon said, his tone harsh but resolute. "You''ve caused enough harm. It''s time to end this cycle."

    As the Banshee Queen let out a guttural cry, the children''s spirits¡ªthose she had consumed over the years¡ªbegan to materialize around her. Their glowing forms shimmered with a faint light as they slowly drifted away, freed from their torment.

    Roselia smiled faintly as she saw the children''s spirits ascending. "They were bound here by her curse. With her power diminished, they''ve finally found peace," she said, her voice tinged with relief.

    Roman knelt, overwhelmed by the sight of the spirits. Tears streamed down his face as he whispered, "They were my friends... when I was alive." His voice broke as he continued, "I failed to protect them... I thought she was different, that my lady would save them."

    " She said she has sent them to better homes but...she....." He didn''t finish as he choked on his own cries.

    Roselia placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Your pain is valid, Roman. But now you''ve witnessed their freedom. That matters more than anything else."

    Leon approached Roman, his gaze steady. "We all bear regrets," he said. "What defines us is how we choose to move forward."

    Roman nodded, his tears falling silently. "I swear... I''ll honor their memory."

    Leon turned his attention back to the Banshee Queen, who now lay motionless, her power drained. She whispered faintly, "Just ..kill...me."

    " How many have asked you this?" Leon eyes remained cold as he asked.

 Chapter 110 Tormenting the Tormentor

    Roman nodded, his tears falling silently. "I swear... I''ll honor their memory."

    Leon turned his attention back to the Banshee Queen, who now lay motionless, her power drained. She whispered faintly, "Just... kill... me."

    "How many have asked you this?" Leon''s eyes remained cold as he asked.

    The Banshee Queen''s pale lips trembled as she struggled to speak. "Countless... those who couldn''t bear my curse... those who sought an end to my torment..."

    Leon stood still, his gaze unwavering. "And yet, you continued to drag others into your misery. You condemned them to the same fate, all for your own selfishness."

    She let out a ragged breath, her voice barely a whisper now. "I didn''t choose this... it was forced upon me. But I became the monster... because of it..."

    "You can stop lying," Leon said, his eyes glowing with a golden ring, the proof of his Sage Eyes. "No one can lie in front of me."

    "I... am... not... lying," she whispered, but Leon''s eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his hand, another magic-infused slash cut through the air.

    "Arghhhhh!" The Banshee Queen screamed in agony as the slash struck her, leaving a gash across her body. She struggled, her undead form writhing in pain.

    "Stop it, bastard!" she screamed, her voice filled with rage as she glared at Leon. "You have no idea what it''s like to live in eternal torment, to be cursed by those who would use you for their own gain! You know nothing about the suffering I endured!"

    Leon''s expression remained cold, his gaze unflinching as he stood over her. "You made your choices. You let yourself become a monster, and now you face the consequences. Don''t expect mercy."

    The Banshee Queen''s body twitched, her anger still burning, but Leon''s resolve remained unshaken. Another slash, faster and deadlier than before, tore through her defenses.

    "Your torment is just now starting," Leon muttered coldly, as he slashed one Torment Slash after another. Each strike reverberated through the air with immense power, each cut deeper than the last. The Banshee Queen''s form twisted in agony, her screams echoing through the chamber as her body was torn apart by the relentless slashes.

    "Please..." she gasped between agonized breaths. "End it... stop this torment..."

    Leon''s gaze remained unyielding, his voice like ice as he spoke. "You don''t get to plead for mercy now. You chose to become a monster, and monsters face consequences."

    Each strike carved into her, draining the last remnants of her will to resist. The once-powerful Banshee Queen, a creature of pure hatred and vengeance, was now nothing more than a broken shell, writhing in the pain she had long inflicted upon others.

    "Do you remember how it felt to kill without remorse?" Leon continued, his words punctuated by each slash. "How it felt to bring suffering to those who couldn''t fight back? Now you will know what it''s like to be powerless, to feel the weight of every soul you destroyed."

    Her form flickered as if fading, her body now reduced to barely recognizable remnants. Yet the torment didn''t stop. Leon''s eyes glowed brighter, his energy focused, and with one final Torment Slash, he severed the last of her cursed existence.@@@@

    As the last of her body crumbled into dust, the room fell silent.

    [ Congratulations on defeating the Banshee Queen. ]

    [ You have gained the following rewards... ]

    [ You have obtained the extra reward: Title - Tormenting the Tormentor ]

    Tormenting the Tormentor (Rare): Damage against Sinners increased by 30%. Damage taken from Sinners reduced by 30%. Instills fear effect in Sinners.

    [ The spirits of countless children look at you fondly. ]

    [ One particular spirit gave you a candy. ]

    [ Another gave you... ]

    "No, you won''t be freed," Leon responded coldly, tightening his grip as he focused on the Triad''s power.

    Roman stepped forward, his hand outstretched, silently signaling for Leon to stop. He looked at the Banshee Queen with a mix of pity and sorrow. "Leon..." he murmured, his voice heavy with the weight of the moment.

    The world around them began to tremble as the Banshee Queen fought to free herself. Her cursed form twisted, her movements erratic as if she was trying to break free from some unseen force. But despite her efforts, Leon''s power kept her bound.

    The tension in the air was palpable, as the Banshee Queen struggled, crying out in desperation. "Release me!" she screamed, her voice filled with rage and despair, but Leon remained unmoved, his focus unyielding.

    Leon said nothing as he threw the Trident. The black Trident with golden markings flew through the air and pierced the Banshee Queen''s soul from the center. Her body began to break apart.

    "ARGHHHHH!" she screamed, the sound filled with agony. Visibly her soul formed cracks and then she bursted apart as if her soul was exploded.

    [Error: An unimaginable event has come into fruition.]

    [Ascend Fang has vanquished The SSS Boss. Banshee Queen is permanently defeated.]

    [The Tormentor Palace of Banshee Queen Dungeon is permanently deleted.]

    [This is the 3rd time in history that a Dungeon has been permanently deleted.]

    [This is the first time in history that a regular Dungeon has been deleted.]

    [Ascend Fang has gained the ??? title "Ruler Breaker."]

    The announcement echoed not just to Leon, but throughout the Tower and to all those connected to it.

    "Who the hell?" someone asked, their voice trembling in shock.

    Manapulse surged, and the energy rippled through the Tower. All the powerful figures within the Tower stood, eyes fixed on the sky as the notifications continued to appear.

    [The actions of Ascender Fang have been taken as offense against the Tower.]

    [Ascender Fang''s actions are being reviewed...]

    [Ascender Fang is perceived as innocent.]

    [Ascender Fang is gifted with an SSS-grade treasure chest as a reward for achieving the impossible.]

    [Ascender Fang is granted the title ''Savior'' for saving over 100 children''s souls.]

    The notifications continued to pulse, and many people''s gazes remained fixed on the sky. They were in disbelief at what they had just heard¡ªFang, the same person who had once attained the Ex rating, had now accomplished another impossible feat.

    "Damn, who is this guy, Fang?" one person muttered.

    "We''re witnessing the rise of a legend," another commented.

    "I wonder what''s in that chest," someone else remarked, intrigued.

    "Yeah, I wonder where he is now?"

    "Oh, probably on the hundredth floor, I think," another person replied. "Yeah, with that much power, he''s beyond the average level."

 Chapter 111 No salvation for wicked

    While the entire tower speculated, the notifications kept coming.

    [ Ascender Fang has destroyed a soul from existence. ]

    [ Ascender Fang is the 17th person to achieve this feat. ]

    [ Ascender Fang has been rewarded the title ''Soul Destroyer.'' ]

    [ Ascender Fang has earned the title ''No Salvation for the Wicked'' for mercilessly erasing the soul of the Banshee Queen. ]

    [ Ascender Fang has been granted the skill ''Merciless.'' ]

    After these announcements, no further notifications appeared. Yet, many people''s eyes remained fixed on the sky. It wasn''t until half an hour later that the crowd finally turned their attention away, dispersing as they left to speculate among themselves.

    "Damn, there isn''t going to be more, right?" one person asked nervously, looking at another.

    Others began murmuring as they left the area.

    "Honestly, I thought all the rewards were going to be taken by this Fang guy," someone groaned.

    "Feels like that guy''s on another level entirely," another muttered as the crowd slowly broke apart.

    "By the way, what floor was this Banshee Queen on?" someone asked curiously, breaking the murmuring.

    "I know! She''s on the 26th floor of the tower. There''s a famous place there where she drops the Piercing Cry skill book. It''s a pretty great crowd-control skill," a guy chimed in, catching the attention of those around him.

    "Wait, no, she''s on the 55th floor!" another person argued.

    "Damn, I read somewhere she''s famous on the 89th floor," someone else added, shaking their head.

    "You''re all wrong," said another voice confidently. "She''s on the 134th floor."

    The group turned to face the speaker, eyebrows raised in skepticism.

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    [ Your Title Child of Aether is increasing in rank...]

    [ Child of Sether id now Lord of Aether ]

    Golden glow washed his soul as he felt his power increasing very tremendously as they settled on one part of his, his Title. Leon closed his eyes as he felt the power, the elevation brought an euphoric feeling to him.

    "Leon," Roselia called, snapping him out of his reverie. "We should leave. The collapse of this domain is accelerating."

    Indeed, cracks spidered along the walls of the dungeon, and the air was filled with an ominous hum. The very fabric of the floor was disintegrating now that the Banshee Queen''s essence had been erased.

    Leon glanced around, his mind calculating. "We''re not done yet."

    "What?" Roselia frowned, confused. "You''ve already destroyed the Queen. The dungeon''s falling apart!"

    Leon raised a hand, silencing her. "There''s something left behind¡ªa residual energy. This isn''t just a dungeon collapsing. There''s something hidden here. Roman, stay close to Roselia. I''ll lead the way."

    With those words, he activated his Sage Eyes. His golden eyes glowed faintly as he scanned the surroundings. Sure enough, faint traces of an ancient energy lingered in the remnants of the Banshee Queen''s throne.

    Leon smirked. "There''s still one more reward waiting for us."

    Roselia sighed but prepared herself, gripping her weapon tightly. Roman hesitated but followed closely. The trio moved swiftly toward the crumbling throne, where a faint, eerie light pulsed with a mysterious rhythm.

    As they approached, the system chimed again.

    [You have discovered a hidden legacy within the remnants of the Banshee Queen''s domain.]

    [Do you wish to claim it?]

    Leon extended his hand toward the light, grabbing a blood-red book that seemed to pulse with an ominous energy. "Let''s see what secrets you were hiding, Queen," he muttered.

    [ You have obtained the Blood Magus Legacy. ]

    "So this is where she learned that strange method," Leon remarked, his tone thoughtful as he examined the book briefly.

    A sudden rumble shook the ground, and a massive boulder crashed down, narrowly missing him. Without a second thought, Leon waved his hand, flicking the debris aside with a gust of energy. He stored the legacy book in his inventory, its malevolent aura disappearing into his storage space.

    "Let''s move," Leon said calmly, turning toward Roselia and Roman. The trio began making their way out of the collapsing dungeon, the walls cracking and disintegrating around them as the once-mighty domain of the Banshee Queen crumbled into oblivion.

 Chapter 112 Rewards

    Leon, Roselia, and Roman stood silently, watching the crumbling ruins disintegrate bit by bit into black ash that scattered into the sky. The once-imposing dungeon, filled with despair and agony, was now reduced to nothing but a barren wasteland atop the mountain.

    "It''s over," Roman said, his voice steady as he gazed at the desolate landscape. Only the emptiness remained¡ªa stark contrast to the chaos that once engulfed this place.

    Leon, however, had his attention on something else. A tiny figure hovered in front of him¡ªa palm-sized spirit surrounded by a faint, shimmering glow. It was Milly, the Little Rain Spirit, who now danced gracefully in mid-air, droplets of rain gently falling around her as if by magic.

    Leon had accepted her contract, a rare and precious bond with a spirit. Spirits were an extraordinary race within the Tower. They could exist anywhere, yet they didn''t climb the Tower themselves. Instead, they formed contracts with Ascenders, providing them with unparalleled powers while ensuring their own safety. The Spirit King, one of the Tower''s top ten races, was a testament to their might and significance.

    Leon studied Milly closely as her rain lightly misted the ground around them, refreshing and soothing.@@@@

    In his mind, the system displayed her details:

    [ Milly, the Little Rain Spirit ]

    [ Race: Rain Spirit ]

    [ Innate Ability: Endless Rain ]

    Effect: Creates a domain of endless water.

    Inside the domain:

    Allies'' water-based abilities increase in power by 1000%.

    Enemies'' power is reduced by 50%.

    Cost: 1000 mana per second while the domain remains active.

    Extra Effect: Undead, Demonic, and Soul-type enemies take continuous damage while within the domain.

    [ Spirit Magic: Rain ]

    Leon smiled faintly as he observed Milly''s carefree demeanor, her laughter sounding like soft raindrops. She had a calming presence that felt both gentle and formidable. Turning to Roman and Roselia, Leon nodded.

    "Let''s move. There''s nothing left for us here."

    With Milly floating beside him and the ruins fading into the wind, the trio descended the mountain, ready for their next journey.

    On the way back to town, Leon inspected his Rewards

    [ Lord of Aether ]

    Effect: Your connection to the Aether realm is strengthened, increasing the power of all aether-related spells by 10,000%. Additionally, you gain enhanced attunement to cosmic energies, making it easier to learn or master aether and eldritch magic.

    Other Effects:

    Increases magic resistance by 70%.

    +10,000% increase in mana regeneration rate.

    Grants respect (or fear) from beings who recognize your connection to Aether.

    Description:

    Allows the user to bypass any restriction, barrier, or security.

    No structure, ward, or enchantment can prevent the user from entering.

    Removes the limit on how many skills and abilities the user can acquire. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

    "Damn, now this is powerful." Leon mumbled

    Normally, individuals could only acquire up to 30 skills per tier (excluding those gained from titles or unique abilities), but now Leon had no cap on his potential skill acquisition.

    [ Saviour ]

    Rank: Epic

    Description:

    Your presence brings calm to the oppressed and instills fear in oppressors.

    Increases all buffs on allies by 50%.

    Increases all debuffs on enemies by 50%.

    [ Soul Destroyer ]

    Rank: Mythical

    Description:

    All of your attacks deal 30% additional soul damage.

    This effect can be toggled on or off at will.

    [ Merciless ]

    Type: Passive Skill

    Description:

    Immune to all forms of charm or mind-affecting magic.

    Killing those you deem unworthy of living has a 10% chance to enslave them as Spirit Wraith servants.

    "Now the only thing left is this SSS treasure chest," Leon mumbled as he stopped walking. The others halted too, turning to look at him. Leon didn''t say anything further, simply motioning toward the treasure chest.

    "This is the treasure you gained, right?" Roselia asked, seeing the ornate chest, her curiosity evident.

    Leon nodded. "Let''s open it here," he said. They were currently on their way down the mountain, standing amidst the forest. It was a relatively calm spot, so Leon decided it was as good a place as any to check the rewards of the SSS-ranked treasure chest.

    All eyes were on Leon as he prepared to open it, anticipation thick in the air.

 Chapter 113 Rewards II

    Leon placed his hands on the chest, the intricate golden markings on its surface glowing faintly. With a low creak, the lid opened, and a burst of radiant light shot into the air. As the brilliance subsided, several items materialized, each exuding a powerful aura.

    [ You have opened the SSS Treasure Chest ]

    [ The following items and abilities have been granted: ]

    1. Queen''s Wail Armor

    Rank: Legendary

    Description: The enchanted armor worn by the Banshee Queen herself. Forged from ethereal materials, it provides unmatched protection against spiritual and magical attacks.

    Abilities:

    Soul Barrier: Absorbs 50% of incoming magical damage and converts it into mana regeneration.

    Wail Resonance: Reflects 20% of damage from soul-based attacks back to the attacker.

    Phantom Veil: Grants invisibility for 15 seconds, can be activated once every 2 minutes.

    2. Banshee''s Lament Scythe@@@@

    Rank: Mythical

    Description: A weapon formed from the Banshee Queen''s sorrow, capable of devastating both physical and spiritual entities.

    Abilities: Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

    Soul Cleave: Deals 350% bonus damage to enemies with spiritual or undead traits, bypassing their defenses.

    Sorrowful Requiem: Unleashes a wave of despair, causing enemies within a 30-meter radius to experience a significant 30% debuff to speed and accuracy.

    Life Drain: Heals the wielder for 10% of the damage dealt.

    3. Skill: Piercing Cry

    Rank: SSS

    Description: A terrifying sonic attack that pierces through all defenses, damaging enemies and disrupting their concentration. There is 60% chance of causing Stun Status effect, while 40% chance of causing fear effect.

    Effect:

    Damage: Deals massive 100% physical and magical AoE damage, ignoring armor and magic resistance.

    Cooldown: 60 seconds.

    Extra: Deals additional damage to soul-based or undead enemies.

    4. Queen''s Crown

    Rank: Artifact

    Description: A fragment of the Banshee Queen''s legacy, symbolizing her dominion over despair.

    Effects:

    Grants a 30% increase in intelligence and wisdom.

    Enhances the user''s control over soul-based magic.

    By the witness of all spirits,

    By the witness of my own soul,

    I, Roman Gravis, pledge the vow of knighthood to..."

    He hesitated, looking up at Leon for guidance.

    "Just Leon," Leon said with a shrug. "I''m an orphan. I have no surname."

    Roman nodded, continuing solemnly.

    "I, Roman Gravis, pledge the vow of knighthood to Lord Leon. May my sword slay his enemies, may my body shield his body. By the gods who watch over this tower, I swear unwavering loyalty to Lord Leon."

    As Roman finished, he slammed his sword into the ground. A surge of magic erupted around them, forming a bright, ethereal sword in Leon''s hands.

    [ Place the sword in the knight''s hand to complete the ceremony ]

    The Tower System''s notification echoed in Leon''s mind.

    Leon gazed at the sword, feeling its immense power.

    [ First Knight''s Sword ]

    Grade: ????

    Description: A sword that materializes whenever a knight pledges a vow of absolute loyalty and devotion. It is a symbol of the unbreakable bond between lord and knight.

    Abilities: ...

    "Damn, this is powerful," Leon muttered, though he knew the sword would vanish once he gave it to Roman. Suppressing his greed, he handed the sword to Roman.

    [ Now accept the vow ]

    The Tower System prompted Leon, who nodded.

    "I, Leon, accept your vow and welcome you as my knight. May your sword slay my enemies,

    May your body shield my body,

    And may you be my friend, guiding me away from the wrong path."

    Roman looked up at Leon, surprised by the last line, as it wasn''t part of the formal pledge. He smiled and chuckled. "As you wish, my lord."

    The sword in Roman''s hand shone brightly before fading, signifying the bond''s completion.

    [ Congratulations, Ascender Leon, on gaining a Knight. ]

    [ Knight Roman''s status screen is now available for viewing. ]

    Leon nodded but didn''t need the Tower''s assistance. Using his own system''s appraisal, he could easily check Roman''s status.

    "Okay, now that the ceremony is complete, take these," Leon said as he began handing items to Roman.

    He started by taking out various treasures from his inventory. Roman stood there, stunned by the sheer number and quality of the items being given to him. He was already wearing the legendary-grade armor gifted earlier, and now Leon was giving him even more.

    "Here''s the sword," Leon said, handing over a Legendary Sword.

    "And these," Leon added, handing over several skills, potions, and high-grade items.

 Chapter 114 Death Lord Roman

    Roman was overwhelmed, looking at the treasures he was receiving. Among them were unique skills and a legendary-grade accessory.

    "Don''t worry, you''ll eventually get used to it," Roselia patted his shoulder and said, as Roman looked at her, hearing her words. He just nodded, understanding that it''s normal for Leon to give them things.

    Finally, Leon took out the Blood Magus Legacy.

    "You can have this," Leon said. "Your race is now Death Lord, so this legacy will suit you more."

    Roman hesitated for a moment, then respectfully accepted the legacy.

    [ You have donated the Blood Magus Legacy. ]

    [ You have gained the Blood Magus King Legacy. ]

    Leon''s system chimed in, updating him on the unexpected reward. He smirked, realizing his generosity had brought him something even better.

    "Another legacy. At this rate, I''ll collect a whole lot of them before I even leave the first floor," Leon muttered, already curious about the new legacy''s potential.

    Roman, meanwhile, stood silent, bowing deeply to Leon in gratitude. "My lord, I will ensure these gifts are used to their fullest potential," Roman said with unwavering determination.

    Leon simply waved his hand, brushing off the formality. "Just make sure you don''t die. Now, let''s move on. We''ve wasted enough time here." Stay connected with My Virtual Library Empire

    Roselia once again summoned the mounts, blowing the whistle as she climbed onto hers with Leon sitting behind her. Roman took another mount this time, catching everyone''s attention.

    "I have my own mount," Roman said, whistling loudly. In response, a magnificent nightmare steed materialized. Its mane burned with dark blue flames, giving it a hauntingly beautiful and ominous appearance.

    "That''s great," Leon remarked, admiring the creature.

    Roman nodded with a faint smile. "This was my horse when I was alive, and it has stayed with me even after I became undead. We share an unbreakable bond."

    Leon nodded back in understanding. "Good. Let''s keep moving then. We''ve got a lot more to do."

    Leon sitting behind check what he missed as well as Roman status screen as they moved on from the mosti to tom.

    [No Salvation for the Wicked]

    [While facing someone who has committed heinous crimes, your attack power increases by 10%, while theirs decreases by 50%.]

    "That''s like being a nightmare for most people out there," Leon mumbled, noting the skill''s effect as he continued scrolling down.

    ***

    The White Lion Knight

    Strongest Lion

    Mane that burn like flames

    Dark Slayer Knight

    Fang''s (Leon''s) Knight

    Description:

    [A Powerful Knight Commander of the White Lion Knights]

    Once a revered leader, he was renowned for his unmatched skill and unwavering loyalty. However, his greatest failure came when he was unable to save his lady, a loss that drove him to despair. He knelt before her grave for millions of years, his appearance preserved by an enchanting curse, concealing the immense darkness and sorrow within.

    Freed from his torment by Ascender Fang, he has sworn an unbreakable vow to serve as his knight, carrying his haunting past but now driven by newfound purpose under his command. ]

    "Damn, he''s better than Roselia," Leon muttered, earning a sharp look from Roselia.

    "Who''s better than me?" she demanded, raising an eyebrow.

    "Roman," Leon replied with a shrug. "He has so many EX-rank skills; he''s ridiculously powerful."

    Roselia snorted, crossing her arms. "I admit he''s strong, but are you saying he''s better than me?"

    Leon nodded thoughtfully. "In terms of combat prowess, yeah. He has more skills suited for direct battle. I wonder who''d win if you two went all out now," he said, giving her a curious glance.

    Roselia smirked. "Don''t forget the legacies you''ve given me, as well as all the items and abilities I''ve gained from you. If we''re equal now, then I''ll win."

    Leon chuckled, nodding. "Maybe, though I doubt that," he muttered under his breath.

    He knew Roselia was just teasing, but deep down, he understood the difference. While she was primarily an alchemist with a vast arsenal of magical abilities and expertise, she wasn''t a fighter at her core. Roman, on the other hand, was a knight through and through, forged for combat and ready to face any challenge head-on.

    Roselia had recently gained the Battle Magus class, a significant upgrade for someone who had primarily focused on alchemy and magic until now. However, she had only just begun to explore its potential, so comparing her to Roman, who was a seasoned knight with unmatched combat skills, still felt unfair.

    Leon didn''t say anything further, closing the status screen thoughtfully. Now that I''ve gained so many new items and abilities, I should probably start optimizing them to get even stronger, he mused.

    He also began to consider setting up a friendly sparring match between Roman and Roselia. Both were fiercely loyal to him, so he wouldn''t have to worry about rivalry or betrayal. It would be a way for them to grow stronger together while giving him a better understanding of their combat styles.

    Still, Leon''s mind drifted to darker possibilities. I can''t let my guard down completely, though. Abilities like soul reading or memory manipulation exist in this world. Even if I trust them, others might try to use them against me.@@@@

 Chapter 115 Reaching the peak of 1st floor

    Returning to town, they found almost everyone talking about Fang (Leon). People speculated about which floor he might be on and discussed his achievements in awe.

    Leon also noticed a lot of powerful individuals on the first floor. Normally, the level limit for the first floor is 80, but now there were many people above that level. However, due to the floor''s rules, their extra levels were locked, though their skills were not. It was clear that there were many individuals here who could easily wreak havoc if they chose to.

    Leon and his group paid no mind to the chatter and moved on. After submitting the quest related to Roman and claiming the reward, they left the town altogether.

    As they moved out of town on their mounts, a lot of people glanced their way. However, after sensing their levels, most decided to let it go without any confrontation. Leon was now at level 69, and so were his two partners. Roselia, being his familiar, had her level tied to his. The same was true for Roman, who, as Leon''s knight, also had his level tied to him.

    "What''s our plan now?" Roselia asked, breaking the silence as she rode alongside Leon.

    Without glancing her way, Leon replied, "We''ve already gathered enough points to reach Floor Ten easily. For now, we''ll focus on collecting resources and then head to the peak of this floor. Once there, we''ll raid the True Undead King and wrap up the Alchemy Quest."

    Roselia nodded, her expression calm but determined. "Sounds straightforward enough."

    Roman rode slightly behind them, silently observing the interaction. He was still adapting to the dynamic between Leon and Roselia, as well as the incredible pace at which Leon planned their journey.

    The forest trail ahead was dimly lit by the morning sun filtering through the trees. Despite the serene surroundings, Leon''s mind was entirely focused on their objectives. With the points they had accumulated, reaching Floor Ten was already within reach, but Leon had no intention of skipping any opportunities to grow stronger. The True Undead King hidden quest, and Leon was determined to claim it for his own.

    "We''ll need to be prepared for the raid," Leon added. "The True Undead King isn''t just a title. It''s a tough boss, and I''m not taking any chances."

    Roman nodded firmly. "As your knight, I''ll ensure that nothing stands in our way, my lord."

    Roselia smirked. "We''ll crush anything that tries to stop us. This king won''t know what hit him."

    "Stay alert," Leon warned, his voice steady.

    The path was treacherous, winding through narrow corridors that gave way to vast chambers. The first major challenge came in the form of a massive bone dragon, its skeletal wings scraping against the ceiling as it roared, spewing a torrent of cursed flames.

    "Let''s see what you''re made of," Leon muttered, gripping his sword tightly.

    The dragon''s movements were both precise and relentless. It lashed out with its tail, causing the ground to tremble, while its fire scorched the air. Leon darted around the beast with Shadow Step, narrowly avoiding its deadly attacks.

    Roselia stood back, casting supportive spells to keep Leon shielded, while Roman observed the dragon''s movements, ready to leap in if necessary.

    "Dragon Slayer Sword"

    Leon''s blade shimmered as he unleashed his devastating slash, severing the dragon''s spine in a single, explosive motion. The skeletal beast collapsed into a heap, its ribcage glowing faintly before disintegrating.

    "Impressive," Roman remarked, stepping forward to inspect the remains.

    Without wasting time, the group pressed deeper into the dungeon, reaching a series of traps designed to protect the final boss chamber. Razor-sharp spikes shot from the walls, floors gave way to bottomless pits, and spectral arrows rained down from the ceiling.

    Leon led the way, using his reflexes and quick thinking to navigate the deadly maze. Roselia provided insight into the mechanics of each trap, while Roman used his enhanced strength to disarm particularly stubborn mechanisms.

    The chambers were sprawling with not juts traps but with monsters too, causing them to move cautiously as they disarms traps while also attacked monsters and preventing them from stepping on trap too. Discover stories at My Virtual Library Empire

    " no, wonder this dungeon hasn''t been raided" Roselia said as she slashed a Skeletal who was goin to step on a trap tile.

 Chapter 116 The peak of first floor II

    "normal Dungeons won''t give us any reward" Leon said as Roselia nodded.

    "I hope we juts get this fast enough" roman said as they continued to move while leon used his Sage eyes to look out for traps and others killed the Monsters.

    After half an hour they reached an grad door " that is definitely the boss chamber" Leon said as Roselia and Roman nodded.

    The final chamber was a grand, domed hall with a central altar shrouded in shadows. From the darkness emerged the Wailing Wraith, a spectral figure wreathed in flowing black robes, its hollow eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

    Its haunting voice echoed through the chamber. "You dare disturb my eternal vigil?"

    The Wraith''s attacks were relentless, combining high-speed teleportation with soul-draining projectiles. The air grew heavy as it unleashed waves of despair, causing Leon''s movements to slow.

    "Focus!" Roselia shouted, casting a cleansing spell that dispelled the oppressive aura.

    Leon gritted his teeth, his blade crackling with energy as he activated Stormbreaker, summoning bolts of lightning that illuminated the chamber. The Wraith screeched, retreating momentarily before retaliating with a massive explosion of spectral energy.

    Dodging the attack, Leon closed the distance, landing blow after blow. Each strike grew stronger as the Wraith''s power waned until, finally, with one last swing of his sword, he banished the Wraith in a burst of light.

    As the Wraith dissolved, a pile of resources materialized in its place. "Now that''s what I''m talking about," Leon said, sitting down on the spot to absorb the Sources. His level climbed steadily until he reached Level 73.

    "Four levels. Not bad," he remarked with a satisfied grin as he stood up. Stretching briefly, he turned to the others and said, "Let''s head to the next one."

    Without a word, Roselia and Roman silently followed behind, their expressions calm yet focused.

    Dungeon Dive: The Crystal Caverns

    The Crystal Caverns shimmered with radiant hues, their walls lined with massive, glowing crystals that pulsed with energy. The cavern was beautiful yet deadly, with rivers of molten mana and razor-sharp crystal formations scattered throughout.

    After an intense battle, Leon delivered the final blow, his blade piercing the Infernal Lord''s heart. The demon let out an earth-shaking roar before collapsing, its fiery form dissipating into embers.

    Exhausted but victorious, the group stood in silence, taking in the aftermath of their conquest.

    While Leon sat on the ground as he absorbed the Sources, reaching the peak of 1st floor and even beyond, he is now level 83.

    "Next stop," Leon said, looking toward the horizon, "the True Undead King."

    "Let''s head back to the first dungeon we cleared on this floor," Leon added as Roselia nodded in agreement.

    The first dungeon dive they completed was the one ruled by the Red Skeleton King. Within its depths, they had discovered a hidden chamber belonging to the Alchemist King, who had given them a quest tied to the True Skeleton King. However, to accept that quest, they needed to reach the peak of the first floor¡ªLevel 80.

    Now, having grown stronger, they were heading back to acquire the map that would lead them to the hidden True Skeleton King.

    They camped outside for the night, and at dawn, they set off toward the lair of the Red Skeleton King.

    "The place where we started our adventure," Leon said with a faint smile, a hint of nostalgia in his tone.

    "Let''s go inside," he added, stepping toward the dungeon''s entrance. Roselia nodded, following him closely.

    Inside, Leon summoned a Dark Wraith¡ªa spectral servant bound to his will. The creature floated ahead, clearing the path of weaker monsters. Skeleton soldiers, ghouls, and lesser undead fell effortlessly to the wraith''s shadowy claws.

    "These monsters are barely worth our time," Leon muttered as they advanced deeper into the dungeon. The Dark Wraith continued to destroy everything in their path, ensuring the group could move swiftly.

    Finally, they reached the boss chamber. The air grew heavy, the oppressive aura of the Red Skeleton King filling the space. The towering skeletal figure stood in the center of the room, its crimson eyes glowing with malice as it tightened its grip on a massive bone scythe.

    "Looks like he''s been waiting for us," Leon said, motioning the Wraith to kill him.

 Chapter 117 Alchemy King

    The Spirit Wraith easily defeated the Red Skeleton King. Moving beyond the Red Skeleton King''s throne, Leon found a hidden pathway concealed beneath the throne itself. The passage opened to reveal a darkened corridor, leading to the chamber of the Alchemist King.

    "Sir Theodore, it''s us," Leon called out as the blackened corridor lit up, glowing with an eerie blue hue. "The ones you entrusted with the True Skeleton King quest."

    "I hope there aren''t any traps here," Leon muttered, motioning for Roselia and Roman to follow. He gestured for the Spirit Wraith to lead the way, its ethereal form gliding ahead.

    "Why don''t you use the Sage Eyes?" Roman asked, scanning the area. His senses picked up faint traces of danger, but he couldn''t pinpoint the source.

    Leon shook his head. "The traps here are way above my level. Even with Sage Eyes, I can''t detect them all. It''s safer to follow the rules of the house and proceed cautiously."

    Roman nodded in understanding as they carefully navigated the corridor. Eventually, they entered the Alchemy Chamber. The room was sprawling, filled with high-grade alchemical equipment¡ªbeakers, arcane symbols etched into the walls, and glowing crystals embedded in the furniture.

    "I envy him," Roselia murmured, her eyes widening at the state-of-the-art laboratory.

    The figure of the Alchemist King, Theodore, appeared before them. He had the appearance of a middle-aged man, but his aura spoke of immeasurable age and wisdom.

    "Welcome back," Theodore said, his voice calm but powerful. "As promised, should you complete the quest to retrieve the True Skeleton King''s remains, I will grant you ownership of this chamber, this is actually come along with the first part of my Legacy."

    Roman frowned slightly and muttered, "He seems... strange."

    Theodore chuckled, his expression amused. "I am a homunculus, young man. That is why I appear strange to you."

    Roman blinked in confusion. "Young? I''m nearly a million years old!"

    Leon nodded. "Yep, so we''re heading to the Imperial City now," he said, and the others agreed with him.

    Despite its name, Imperial City is not home to the Imperial family or any royalty. Instead, it serves as the location where the stairs to the next floor are situated.

    That makes it the "king" of all towns, cities, kingdoms, and whatnot¡ªhence the name Imperial City. After returning to the Town of Beginnings, Leon and his party booked a teleportation ticket and, stepping through the portal, arrived at their destination.

    "Imperial City," Leon mumbled, stepping out of the teleportation circle as he looked around. "It''s quite big compared to the other places we''ve been."

    Roman glanced around as well. "It''s similar in size to the city I used to live in," he remarked.

    "Well, that was in ancient times," Leon said with a smirk. "But for now, this is the largest city we''ve encountered here."

    Roman nodded in agreement, taking in the bustling streets and towering structures surrounding them.

    The Imperial City stretched before them like a living tapestry, its grandeur unlike anything they had seen before. Massive stone walls, etched with intricate carvings of mythical beasts and ancient symbols, surrounded the city, offering both protection and a glimpse into its storied past. The towering gates, reinforced with glimmering metal that seemed impervious to age, stood open to welcome travelers from all corners of the floor.

    The streets were a blend of cobblestones and smooth pavements, bustling with activity. Merchants called out from their stalls, hawking everything from shimmering gemstones to rare magical artifacts. Street performers entertained the crowds, their talents ranging from acrobatics to elemental magic displays, drawing cheers and applause from onlookers.

    Buildings of varying architectural styles lined the avenues. Some were constructed from polished marble, their surfaces gleaming in the sunlight, while others were rustic, built from sturdy wood and adorned with hanging flower pots. Towering spires loomed in the distance, their golden tips reaching towards the skies, marking the city''s central district.

    "This place is alive," Roselia remarked, her gaze sweeping across the lively scene. A group of children darted past them, laughing and playing as their parents haggled with a merchant nearby.

    "It''s more organized than I expected," Leon said, noting the distinct districts visible even from their vantage point. The market district bustled with trade, while quieter areas in the distance appeared to house inns and residential quarters. Beyond those, the central plaza stood proud, dominated by a massive fountain carved in the shape of a dragon coiled around a globe.

    Roman studied the people around them. Adventurers of all shapes and sizes strode confidently through the streets, their weapons gleaming and armor well-maintained. "A lot of strong people here," he observed. "This city must draw in everyone aiming to climb higher."

 Chapter 118 True Skeleton King

    Leon nodded. "It''s the closest thing to a hub for this floor. The central teleportation station, the best guild halls, and the stairs to the next floor¡ªit''s no surprise the strongest gather here."

    They passed by a smithy, where the clanging of hammers on metal echoed. Inside, a burly blacksmith with soot-streaked arms worked on what looked like a blade imbued with fire essence. Nearby, an alchemist''s shop emitted colorful smoke from its chimneys, drawing a steady stream of curious customers.@@@@

    As they moved closer to the central plaza, the air seemed to shift, becoming heavier with an aura of power. Leon could sense it immediately. "This must be where the strongest congregate," he said, motioning towards a colossal guild hall that dominated the area. Its entrance was flanked by statues of legendary adventurers, their weapons raised in victory.

    "Impressive," Roselia murmured, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the imposing structure.

    Leon smirked. "We''ll need to gear up and plan our next move here. But first, let''s get something to eat. Exploring takes energy."

    With that, the trio headed towards a bustling tavern, the sounds of music and laughter spilling out into the streets. The Imperial City promised adventure, and they were ready to claim it.

    Inside the tavern, the atmosphere was lively and welcoming, a stark contrast to the calculated chaos of the city streets. Wooden beams supported the ceiling, adorned with glowing orbs of light that bathed the room in a warm, golden hue. The aroma of roasted meats, spiced stews, and freshly baked bread filled the air, making Leon''s stomach rumble.

    The tavern was packed with adventurers, mercenaries, and traders, all sharing stories of their exploits. A bard strummed a lute in the corner, weaving a tale of heroism that captivated most of the patrons. The sound of clinking tankards and hearty laughter created a vibrant symphony.

    Leon led the group to a table near a window, giving them a view of the bustling central plaza. "We''ll grab a meal first," he said, motioning to a passing barmaid. "Then we''ll start figuring out where to gear up."

    Roselia glanced around the room, her sharp eyes scanning the patrons. "This place is a treasure trove of information. People talk more freely when they''re relaxed."

    "True," Roman said, leaning back in his chair. "I bet we could overhear some useful tips about the True Undead King or the higher floors."

    "Let''s see," Leon said, scanning the board. "No mention of the True Undead King yet. Either it''s a well-kept secret, or no one else has gotten far enough to trigger the quest."

    "That makes sense," Roselia replied. "Most adventurers here are probably focused on advancing floors, not hunting hidden bosses."

    Roman nodded. "It works to our advantage. Fewer people means less competition."

    After gathering more supplies and information, they decided to head towards the residential district to find an inn. The Imperial City buzzed with life even as the sun set, the streets illuminated by magical lampposts casting a soft glow.

    As they settled into a comfortable inn for the night, Leon reviewed the map Theodore had given them. "Tomorrow, we''ll start heading toward the location marked on the map. It won''t be a direct route, but we''ll manage."

    Roselia leaned against the window, watching the city lights flicker. "This place feels like the calm before the storm. The real challenge starts now."

    Leon grinned. "Exactly. "

    With that, they turned in for the night, ready to tackle the journey ahead.

    They decided to rest for the night. Leon and Roselia shared one room, while Roman had his own separate room. Roman enjoyed a full night''s rest, but Leon and Roselia spent the night having fun, leaving them with less than an hour of sleep. Despite this, they emerged from their room in the morning and joined Roman at the table for breakfast.

    "So, what''s the plan for today?" Roman asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

    "We''ll move on to the next floor," Leon replied, nodding. "We''ve spent enough time on the first floor. It''s time to progress."

    Roman nodded in agreement, finishing his sandwich. "Good. I''m ready for whatever comes next."

 Chapter 119 True Skeleton King II

    Back in their room, Leon studied the map intently. "According to this, we need to gather the heads of the four generals of the King."

    "The Sword General, the Spear General, the Bow General, and the Mage General," he continued. "Each of them was a powerful warrior, rivaling the strength of kings in their own domains, and the Mage General was even said to be a Grand Magus in Sun Magic."

    "They must have all turned into undead by now," Leon said thoughtfully. Roselia and Roman nodded in agreement.

    "Let''s see if there''s any information about their locations," Roselia suggested.@@@@

    "The map and the book Theodore gave us don''t mention their exact whereabouts, so it''s likely common knowledge in this area," Leon said, closing the book. The three of them nodded, resolving to gather more details before setting off.

    "Let''s first check out the Association and see if there''s any information or quests about these generals," Leon said, and the others nodded. Together, they set off for the Quest Hall, where quests were typically posted.

    The hall was bustling with adventurers of all levels, discussing strategies, trading gear, and poring over the quest boards. The air was filled with the clinking of armor and the low hum of chatter.

    Leon led the way, scanning the various boards labeled by difficulty. Most of the quests were typical¡ªmonster exterminations, material gathering, and escort missions. However, nothing directly referenced the generals they sought.

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    "Nothing specific here," Leon said, frowning. "But let''s ask around."

    Roselia approached the counter and addressed the clerk, a sharp-eyed woman in her mid-thirties. "We''re looking for information on undead-type quests of SSS rank or higher. Do you have anything?"

    "We do, but those quests are already taken," the clerk replied.

    The Sword Revenant was no ordinary foe. Undead revenants were near-perfect beings, embodying the traits they had in life while gaining monstrous powers from their transformation. Their bodies were nearly indestructible, and their strength often surpassed their former selves. The guilds had drawn lots to decide who would raid which revenant''s lair, and Brook had ended up with the Sword Revenant¡ªa challenge he knew would push his guild to the edge.

    "Damn those tricks. If it weren''t for those sneaky tactics, I''d have dealt with them myself," Brook grumbled, gnawing on his thumbnail. He was fully aware of the dangers ahead. The Sword Revenant''s lair was a death trap, and while he could count on his own strength to survive, he wasn''t so sure about his guild members. Worse, failure would paint a target on him, inviting mockery or even sabotage from the other guilds.

    His mind raced. Should he reach out to others? Seek reinforcements? But doing so could expose his own guild''s weakness and embolden his rivals.

    "Damn it. What should I do?" Brook muttered again, leaning back in his chair, staring at the ornate ceiling above him. His frustration was palpable.

    Just then, a knock sounded on the door, followed by a familiar voice. "Sir Brook, there''s a party here requesting to meet with you."

    Brook sat up straight and turned his gaze toward the door. His secretary, Yelena, entered¡ªa striking woman with fiery red hair and sharp green eyes. Despite her slightly disheveled appearance, she carried an air of competence that Brook relied upon.

    "What did you say?" Brook asked, narrowing his eyes.

    "There are three limit-level adventurers requesting to join us. They said they''re interested in participating in the Sword Revenant raid," Yelena explained, adjusting her glasses as she studied Brook''s reaction.

    Brook''s eyebrows shot up. Limit-level adventurers were rare, and their interest in joining his guild¡ªespecially for such a risky raid¡ªpiqued his curiosity.

    "Bring them in," he ordered, his tone shifting to one of cautious interest.

    Yelena nodded and turned on her heel, heading out to fetch the unexpected visitors. Brook leaned back in his chair again, his mind working quickly.

    "This might just be the break I need," he mused, a small smirk forming on his lips.

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    Moments later, the door swung open, and Yelena stepped inside, leading the three adventurers into the room. Brook''s sharp eyes immediately assessed them.

    The first was a tall, silver-haired man with a calm demeanor and piercing blue eyes. His armor was sleek and practical, lacking any unnecessary embellishments, yet it exuded an aura of power. His longsword rested at his side, its hilt engraved with runes that glowed faintly.

    The second was a woman with striking violet hair tied into a loose braid. She carried herself with an air of confidence, her dark leather armor fitted with numerous pouches and throwing knives. A bow slung over her shoulder suggested she was a ranged specialist. Her sharp amber eyes swept the room, taking in every detail.

    The last was a young man with messy brown hair and an energetic grin. His robes marked him as a mage, but the intricate patterns glowing faintly across the fabric hinted at mastery beyond that of a mere spellcaster. His staff, topped with a glowing crystal, seemed to hum softly with restrained power.

    These three are none other than Roman, Roselia, and Leon in their disguise. Knowing that the True Skeleton King Raid will definitely cause some grand scenery that will not go unnoticed, they began to hide their true appearance.@@@@

    Brook studied them carefully before gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. "Have a seat," he said, his tone neutral but firm.

    The trio exchanged glances and sat down. Brook leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Yelena tells me you''re interested in joining the Thunder Slammers for the Sword Revenant raid," he began, watching their reactions closely.

    The silver-haired man nodded. "That''s correct. My name is Drake. These are my companions, Milly and Liam." He gestured to the woman and the mage. "We''re seeking a challenge worthy of our skills, and the Sword Revenant caught our attention."

    Brook narrowed his eyes. "You''re aware of the risks? Revenants are not your typical undead. This isn''t just a dungeon raid¡ªit''s a fight against a being that''s as powerful as a king in life and now bolstered by its undead form."

    Milly smirked. "We''ve faced worse."

    Liam chimed in, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Besides, we''re not here to ask for handouts. We''re offering our strength. In return, we''ll take a share of the rewards¡ªparticularly the revenant''s head."

    Brook''s fingers tapped lightly on the desk as he considered their proposition. It was bold¡ªalmost too bold. Yet there was something about the trio that set them apart. They carried themselves with a quiet confidence that even seasoned adventurers rarely possessed.

    "Why should I trust you?" Brook asked bluntly. "You show up out of nowhere, offering help. What''s stopping me from thinking you''re spies sent by the other guilds?"

    Leon responded calmly, "It''s better to stay cautious. The True Skeleton King raid is going to be done by us for the first time. It''s bound to attract some attention."

    Roman nodded in agreement, understanding the need for their disguises and careful planning.

    As the trio walked through the bustling streets of the Imperial City, their conversation continued.

    Roselia crossed her arms, her eyes scanning the crowd. "I get the caution part, but do you really think disguises are enough to avoid suspicion? Brook is already wary of us."

    Leon smirked slightly. "Brook is cautious, but he''s also desperate. The Thunder Slammers are the weakest of the top guilds, and they can''t afford to turn away help¡ªespecially from people as strong as us. As long as we play our roles well, he''ll let us stay."

    Roman adjusted his staff on his shoulder, his gaze distant. "What if the other guilds catch wind of us? They''ll try to sniff us out, especially if they think we''re here to steal their prize."

    Leon nodded thoughtfully. "That''s why we need to keep our heads down for now. Once the raid starts, we can show our true strength. By then, it''ll be too late for anyone to stop us."

    Roselia sighed. "Fine, but I''m still not happy about ''Milly.'' If anyone laughs, I''m blaming you."

    Leon chuckled. "Noted. Let''s focus on gathering information for now. The more we know about the Sword Revenant and the others, the better prepared we''ll be."

    The trio made their way toward the central square, where adventurers gathered to exchange news and rumors. The square was alive with chatter, the air thick with anticipation and tension as the city prepared for the upcoming raid.

    As they blended into the crowd, Roselia leaned closer to Leon and whispered, "Do you think this Revenant is as powerful as they say?"

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    Leon''s expression turned serious. "If the reports are true, it''s not just powerful¡ªit''s a threat capable of wiping out entire parties. We can''t afford to underestimate it."

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    The next morning, the city was alive with energy. The central plaza, where the adventurers gathered before the Sword Revenant raid, buzzed with anticipation. Merchants hawked potions and supplies, eager to make a profit before the expedition, while adventurers sharpened their weapons, adjusted their armor, and exchanged strategies.

    Leon, Roman, and Roselia arrived early, still in their disguises. "Drake," with his calm and commanding presence, led the way, his silver hair catching the early sunlight. "Milly" adjusted the strap of her quiver, her sharp amber eyes scanning the gathering crowd, while "Liam" twirled his staff absentmindedly, his robes shimmering faintly in the morning light.

    Brook and Yelena were already waiting near the plaza''s edge, accompanied by a group of hardened adventurers¡ªall members of the Thunder Slammers. Brook stood tall, his heavily scarred armor a testament to countless battles. Yelena leaned against a nearby pillar, her sharp gaze flicking to each new arrival as she took mental notes of the participants.

    Brook raised a hand to signal the trio as they approached. "You''re punctual. Good. I hope you''re as ready as you claim to be."

    Drake nodded, his tone steady. "We wouldn''t have come otherwise."

    Brook gestured toward the group of adventurers assembling behind him. "This is your team for the raid. Get familiar with them. We''ll be entering the Wailing Catacombs in an hour."

    Yelena stepped forward, her expression serious. "Before we move out, let me be clear. The Sword Revenant is no ordinary enemy. It''s said to have retained its martial skills from life, enhanced by dark magic. Stick to your roles and don''t break formation."

    Milly folded her arms, a slight smirk on her lips. "Noted. I assume you''ve prepared countermeasures for its magic?"@@@@

    Brook''s jaw tightened. "As much as we can. The revenant is unpredictable, but we''ve stockpiled holy water and enchanted weapons. Anything else is up to us."

    The trio exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the challenge ahead.

    Leon, in his Liam persona, gave her a confident smirk. "Always."

    Roman, playing Drake, kept his gaze forward. "Stay sharp. The revenant may be the main threat, but the journey there won''t be easy."

    The Wailing Catacombs loomed in the distance, its dark spires silhouetted against the horizon. The air grew colder as the group approached, a palpable sense of foreboding settling over them.

    Brook halted the group at the entrance, turning to face them. "This is it. Once we step inside, there''s no turning back. Let''s finish this."

    The adventurers nodded, steeling themselves. As the doors to the catacombs creaked open, a wave of cold, unnatural air washed over them, carrying with it the faint echoes of mournful wails.

    The raid had begun.

    Before reaching the boss, the Sword Revenant, they first had to defeat the undead forces under its command. These included Death Knights and other powerful undead creatures, such as Liches and Arch-Liches, as described in the raid''s intelligence briefing.

    Despite the dangers, everyone was prepared. For Drake (Leon), this was an opportunity to showcase his mastery of swordsmanship and the combat arts he had honed. Milly (Roselia) was ready to wield the power of her Golden Archmage Legacy, which included numerous powerful spells, some of which enhanced her skills as an archer. Liam (Roman), gripping his staff, planned to test out the Blood Magic Legacy he had recently acquired.

    For most adventurers, this dungeon was a harrowing challenge fraught with danger. But for the trio, it was simply an opportunity to test their newfound powers.

    The raid party ventured deeper into the Wailing Catacombs, the oppressive atmosphere growing heavier with each step. The walls, carved from dark stone, were etched with ancient runes that glowed faintly, pulsating like a heartbeat. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the faint whispers of restless spirits.

    Brook, at the front of the group, raised his hand to signal a halt. "We''re entering the first chamber," he said, his voice low but firm. "Stay sharp. The Death Knights won''t give us a warm welcome."

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    Brook McLane, the leader of the Thunder Slammers, is renowned not only for his remarkable feat of elevating a Level Zero guild to one of the top five guilds on the first floor but also for his unique class.

    His class, the Legendary-grade Molten Blood Knight, is exceptionally rare. It combines immense defensive capabilities with high offensive power, making it one of the most versatile classes. This all-rounder class allows Brook to excel both as a tank and as a DPS, adapting seamlessly to various combat roles.

    Brook, at the front of the group, raised his hand to signal a halt. "We''re entering the first chamber," he said, his voice low but firm. "Stay sharp. The Death Knights won''t give us a warm welcome."

    The group nodded, gripping their weapons tightly.

    As they stepped into the massive chamber, their eyes fell upon a squad of Death Knights clad in blackened armor, their eyes glowing with an unholy red light. Behind them stood two Liches, their skeletal hands already weaving the beginnings of dark spells.

    Brook barked orders, "Form up! Frontline, hold the Death Knights! Mages and archers, take out those Liches before they unleash anything nasty!"

    The adventurers scrambled into formation, their training kicking in.

    Drake stepped forward, unsheathing his longsword. The runes along the blade flared to life, casting an eerie blue glow. "Let me handle the Death Knights," he said calmly, his voice cutting through the tension.

    Milly moved to higher ground, drawing her bow as golden magical energy coalesced around her. "I''ll cover the casters," she said, already loosing an enchanted arrow that streaked toward one of the Liches.

    Liam twirled his staff, his grin widening as crimson energy crackled around him. "Let''s see how well these undead handle blood magic," he muttered, stepping back slightly to focus on weaving a powerful spell.

    The raid party advanced cautiously through the dark, winding corridors of the Wailing Catacombs. Every step brought them closer to the Sword Revenant''s chamber, and the oppressive aura of death grew heavier. The next chamber loomed ahead, its wide archway carved with ominous glyphs. Brook raised his fist to halt the group.

    "We''ve got company," he said grimly, pointing to the shadows within the chamber.

    As the party stepped closer, the undead forces waiting inside became clear: towering Death Knights flanked by skeletal warlocks, and at the center, a pair of Arch-Liches cloaked in roiling black energy. Their bony hands clutched ornate staffs, and their hollow eyes glowed with malice.

    Brook turned to the group. "Same strategy as before¡ªfrontline holds the Death Knights, ranged focuses on the casters. Be ready for curses. These Arch-Liches won''t go down without a fight."

    Drake stepped forward, his longsword shimmering with power. "We''ll handle the Arch-Liches," he said firmly, nodding to Milly and Liam.

    Brook hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Fine. But keep them from interfering with the rest of the fight."

    The raid party charged into the chamber, and chaos erupted.

    The Death Knights met the frontliners with thunderous clashes of steel, their massive weapons swinging with unrelenting force. Brook charged into the fray, his Molten Blood Knight abilities igniting his sword with molten flames. Each swing sent fiery arcs through the air, forcing the undead back. His armor glowed faintly as it absorbed and dispersed incoming blows, allowing him to hold the line effortlessly.

    Drake led Milly and Liam toward the Arch-Liches. As they approached, the undead sorcerers unleashed a torrent of dark magic. Shadowy tendrils surged toward the trio, but Milly raised her hand, summoning a golden barrier that absorbed the attack.

    "Go!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the din.

    Drake darted forward, his blade slicing through the tendrils as he closed the distance. The runes on his sword flared as he unleashed a powerful arc slash, forcing the first Arch-Lich to retreat.

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    Drake darted forward, his blade slicing through the tendrils as he closed the distance. The runes on his sword flared as he unleashed a powerful arc slash, forcing the first Arch-Lich to retreat.

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    Milly followed up, her Golden Archmage Legacy unleashing a barrage of radiant projectiles that homed in on the second Arch-Lich. The undead creature snarled, raising a shield of dark energy to block the attack.

    Liam stepped back, his staff pulsing with crimson light. "Time to see how this works," he muttered, channeling his Blood Magic. The ground beneath the Arch-Liches erupted with jagged crimson spikes, forcing them to break their formation.

    The first Arch-Lich retaliated, summoning skeletal minions that surged toward Drake. He moved with precision, cutting through them in a whirlwind of strikes. With a roar, he activated one of his sword arts, Phantom Strike, vanishing and reappearing behind the Arch-Lich to deliver a devastating blow.

    Meanwhile, Milly switched to her bow, firing an arrow imbued with explosive energy. It struck the second Arch-Lich, detonating in a burst of golden light that staggered the creature.

    Liam grinned, weaving another spell. This time, crimson chains shot from the ground, wrapping around the Arch-Liches and restricting their movements. "They''re all yours!" he called to the others.

    Drake didn''t hesitate, unleashing a flurry of strikes that shattered the first Arch-Lich''s defenses. With a final swing, his sword cleaved through the undead sorcerer, its skeletal body disintegrating into ash.@@@@

    Milly finished off the second Arch-Lich with a powerful spell, a radiant arrow that pierced through its chest and exploded, leaving nothing but a smoking pile of bones.

    As the chamber fell silent, the party regrouped, catching their breath. The skeletal warlocks and Death Knights had been vanquished, thanks to the coordinated efforts of the raid party.

    Brook approached Drake, his expression a mix of respect and suspicion. "You took down two Arch-Liches without breaking a sweat. Not bad for newcomers."

    Drake sheathed his sword, his demeanor calm. "We told you we''re capable."

    With a wave of his hand, the chamber erupted into chaos. The Abyssal Knights and Death Liches surged forward, their blackened weapons and deadly spells glowing ominously. Behind them, the Death Knights and Arch-Liches prepared to join the fray, their hollow eyes locking onto the intruders.

    Brook raised his molten shield, his voice booming over the noise. "Formation! Don''t let them overwhelm us!"

    Drake stepped forward, his sword radiating power. He smirked as he glanced at Milly and Liam. "Looks like this might be more fun than I thought."

    Milly readied her staff, golden light swirling around her. "Don''t let your guard down. This is no ordinary horde."

    Liam twirled his crimson staff, his expression calm. "Let''s test their limits, shall we?"

    As the undead army closed in, the trio prepared to unleash their full might. For the Sword Revenant, this was another battle to defend his throne. For the trio, it was just another challenge to conquer.

    The undead army surged forward with terrifying coordination, their hollow eyes glowing with an unearthly light.

    Brook led the charge, his molten shield slamming into the first wave of Abyssal Knights. His sword ignited, molten flames dripping from the blade as he swung, cutting through one of the knights in a single, devastating arc. "Focus fire on the Liches! Don''t let them cast unchecked!" he bellowed.

    Behind him, the Thunder Slammers fell into formation, their battle cries echoing through the chamber. Spells flew through the air, streaking toward the advancing undead. Arrows whistled, finding their marks in the joints and skulls of the Death Knights.

    Drake darted into the fray, his movements precise and lethal. His swordsmanship was unparalleled, each swing cleaving through armor and bone as if they were paper. He activated a sword art, Phantom Strike, vanishing and reappearing behind a Death Knight, dispatching it in a single, fluid motion.

    "Keep up!" he called out, his voice steady despite the chaos.

    Milly stood her ground at the rear, her staff glowing as she channeled a high-level spell. "Celestial Barrage!" she cried, releasing a swarm of golden arrows infused with piercing mana. The projectiles rained down on the Death Liches, disrupting their dark incantations and obliterating their skeletal forms.

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    Liam, meanwhile, strode through the battlefield with a confident grin. His crimson staff pulsed with dark energy as he cast a blood magic spell, Crimson Cascade, summoning a torrent of blood-red spikes that skewered a cluster of Death Knights. The spikes then exploded, sending shards of bone flying.

    "Is that all you''ve got?" Liam taunted, his voice brimming with amusement.

    The Abyssal Knights, enraged by the resistance, began to fight more ferociously. Their strikes carried dark energy that cracked shields and shook the ground.

    Brook was locked in a brutal clash with one of them, the knight''s massive halberd colliding with his molten shield. Sparks and flames erupted with every strike. "These things don''t know when to quit!" he grunted, slamming his shield forward and following it with a fiery counterattack that reduced the Abyssal Knight to ash.

    Despite the overwhelming odds, the Thunder Slammers held their ground, their experience and teamwork shining through.

    Drake, Milly, and Liam continued to cut a path through the undead ranks, their powers and synergy creating a spectacle of destruction. Milly''s golden spells supported Drake''s relentless assaults, while Liam''s blood magic provided crowd control and devastating area attacks.

    As the last of the Abyssal Knights and Death Liches fell, the room grew eerily silent. The only sound was the faint hum of magic still lingering in the air.

    The Sword Revenant remained seated on his throne, unmoved by the destruction of his forces. He slowly rose, his skeletal frame towering over the battlefield. His once lazy demeanor was replaced by a menacing presence.

    "You''ve done well to reach me," he said, his voice colder than death itself. His glowing eyes narrowed. "But now, your journey ends here."

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    He drew his blade, an enormous black greatsword wreathed in dark energy. As he swung it, the air seemed to distort, and a wave of pure destruction erupted toward the adventurers.

    Brook raised his shield, planting his feet firmly. "Brace yourselves!"

    Drake stepped forward, gripping his sword tightly. "This is what we came for," he muttered, a fierce grin spreading across his face.

    The attack forced the Revenant back a step, but he quickly regained his footing, his dark energy flaring dangerously. "Enough games," he hissed, his aura intensifying. "Feel the weight of despair!"

    The room darkened as the Revenant unleashed Abyssal Cataclysm, a devastating area-of-effect attack that threatened to engulf everyone in shadow.

    Drake gritted his teeth, slamming his sword into the ground to anchor himself. "Not today," he growled, activating Runic Barrier, a skill that created a protective field around himself and his allies.

    Milly and Liam poured their mana into countering the attack. Milly conjured Light''s Aegis, a radiant shield that deflected the dark energy, while Liam invoked Crimson Bloom, a spell that absorbed the enemy''s energy and converted it into healing for his allies.

    As the Revenant''s attack subsided, Drake surged forward once more, his blade glowing with a brilliant light. "Let''s end this!" he shouted, activating his ultimate skill, Celestial Breaker.

    The room seemed to freeze as Drake''s blade descended, splitting the Revenant''s dark energy in two. The force of the strike created a shockwave that shattered the throne behind the Revenant and sent him staggering.

    Brook seized the opportunity, charging forward with his molten sword. "Together!" he roared, striking in unison with Drake.

    The Revenant let out a final, enraged scream as the combined assault overwhelmed him. His skeletal form cracked and crumbled, the dark energy animating him dissipating into the air.

    The chamber fell silent, the oppressive atmosphere lifting as the Revenant''s lifeless remains collapsed to the ground.

    Brook glanced at Drake, Milly, and Liam, his expression a mix of exhaustion and admiration. "You three... you''re something else," he admitted, his voice carrying a grudging respect.

    Drake simply sheathed his sword, offering a faint smile. "Just another job," he said.

    Milly and Liam exchanged a knowing look before nodding in agreement.

    But as they turned to leave, Drake paused, his sharp gaze lingering on the shattered remnants of the throne. "Something feels... off," he murmured, his instincts warning him that their fight might not be over yet.

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    "You are quite perceptive," a chilling voice echoed through the chamber.

    The adventurers turned sharply, only to see the Sword Revenant''s shattered body rising from the ground. His once-cracked form began to mend itself, dark energy swirling around him like a sinister storm. His sunken eyes gleamed with amusement as he regarded them.

    "Did you truly think," he said with a smirk, his tone dripping with condescension, "that you could defeat me so easily? If I could be killed so simply, would I have remained here, slaying countless Ascenders over the years?"

    The Revenant gestured dismissively, and his broken throne reconstructed itself in an instant. He sat upon it once more, exuding an aura of smug superiority.

    "As you can see," he continued, "I am far more than a mere mortal foe. I possess not one but three lives, mortals," he declared, his voice laced with dark amusement. "And now, you shall witness the power that has brought doom to so many before you."

    Dark energy surged from his body, reanimating the fallen Death Knights and Arch Liches, while his Abyssal Knights and Death Liches conjured reinforcements from the shadows.

    The room filled with an overwhelming presence of undead, their hollow eyes fixed on the adventurers as the Revenant''s legion swelled in size.

    Drake tightened his grip on his sword, his sharp gaze fixed on the Revenant. "Three lives, huh?" he said, his voice steady despite the rising tension. "Then we''ll just have to kill you three times."

    Brook chuckled, stepping forward with his molten shield raised. "I like the sound of that," he said, the molten veins across his armor glowing brighter.@@@@

    Milly took a deep breath, golden energy swirling around her as she prepared her next spell. "This isn''t over until we say it is," she said, her tone resolute.

    Drake''s eyes narrowed. "He''s summoning reinforcements. We need to stop him!"

    Brook growled, molten energy flaring. "Leave that to me. You take him down!"

    As Brook and the Thunder Slammers moved to intercept the new constructs, Drake, Milly, and Liam advanced toward the throne.

    The Sword Revenant stood, his blade radiating an ominous aura. "Foolish mortals," he sneered. "You should have fled while you had the chance."

    Drake pointed his glowing blade at the Revenant. "This ends now."

    The final battle began, the trio charging forward as the Sword Revenant leapt from his throne, his blade clashing against theirs in a battle that shook the very foundations of the dungeon.

    The Sword Revenant''s dark aura surged as he parried Drake''s attack, the clash sending shockwaves through the room. His moves were precise and relentless, each swing of his blade emanating an oppressive force that seemed to drain the light from the air itself.

    Drake, however, was unfazed. His runed blade met the Revenant''s with equal ferocity. Each strike of his Celestial Sword Arts unleashed radiant bursts of energy, countering the darkness that threatened to engulf them. The two warriors moved in a blur, their blades colliding in a symphony of sparks and power.

    Milly took advantage of Drake''s distraction to prepare a devastating spell. Channeling the power of her Gold Archmage Legacy, she conjured a Celestial Barrage, raining golden energy arrows down onto the Revenant. The radiant projectiles struck true, forcing him to leap back momentarily.

    "Annoying insects!" the Revenant growled, summoning a barrier of swirling shadows. The barrier absorbed most of the arrows, but a few broke through, leaving scorch marks on his undead body.

    Liam smirked as he stepped forward, his staff glowing with crimson light. "Let''s see how you handle this." He slammed his staff into the ground, activating Crimson Requiem. Tendrils of blood magic surged from beneath the Revenant, binding his legs and siphoning his energy.

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    Liam smirked as he stepped forward, his staff glowing with crimson light. "Let''s see how you handle this." He slammed his staff into the ground, activating Crimson Requiem. Tendrils of blood magic surged from beneath the Revenant, binding his legs and siphoning his energy.

    The Revenant roared, swinging his sword to dispel the tendrils, but the magic was resilient, draining his strength and slowing his movements. Drake seized the opportunity, dashing forward and delivering a devastating strike to the Revenant''s torso.

    The blow sent the Revenant stumbling back, his dark aura flickering. But instead of faltering, he laughed, a hollow, echoing sound. "Fools! Did you think my power could be so easily undone?"

    With a wave of his hand, he activated the glyphs embedded in the walls. The room darkened further, and from the shadows emerged new foes¡ªphantom knights and spectral assassins, each radiating a chilling aura.@@@@

    "We''re not done yet," Milly said, her eyes glowing with determination. She activated her Golden Aegis spell, creating a shield of light around the trio that repelled the spectral attackers.

    Liam raised his staff, summoning a Blood Ward to further fortify their defenses. "We''ll handle these nuisances. Drake, keep him busy!"

    Drake nodded, charging the Revenant once more. Their blades met in a ferocious clash, sparks flying with every strike.

    Meanwhile, Milly and Liam worked in tandem to eliminate the new threats. Milly''s radiant spells tore through the phantoms, each explosion of light leaving the room brighter and more secure. Liam''s blood magic created devastating whirlpools of crimson energy, drawing in and annihilating the spectral assassins.

    Despite the onslaught, the Sword Revenant remained relentless. He activated his Blade of Eternal Sorrow, a weapon technique that sent waves of necrotic energy slicing through the air. The waves tore through the defenses, forcing the trio to scatter.

    "This guy''s tougher than I thought," Liam muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.

    Drake smirked. "Then it''s time we stopped holding back."

    The trio nodded in silent agreement, each preparing their ultimate techniques.

    The Revenant countered with Oblivion Slash, a devastating arc of necrotic fire that forced Drake to leap back. The attack carved a deep trench in the ground, the lingering flames threatening to consume anything they touched. Enjoy new stories from My Virtual Library Empire

    Meanwhile, Milly unleashed her Solar Purge. Beams of golden light erupted from her staff, piercing through the skeletal mages and disrupting their spells. The beams exploded on impact, leaving the air crackling with radiant energy.

    Liam stepped forward, slamming his staff into the ground. "Let''s see how you handle this!" he shouted, casting Bloodstorm Nova. A vortex of crimson energy erupted around him, pulling the bone giants and lesser undead into its swirling chaos. The spell drained their energy, reducing them to dust.

    The Revenant growled, clearly frustrated. "Enough of this!" He slammed his sword into the ground, summoning a Shadow Colossus¡ªa towering figure of darkness with glowing red eyes. The Colossus roared, its massive fists slamming down toward the trio.

    Drake dashed forward, his blade glowing with celestial power. "Not on my watch!" he shouted, activating Luminous Strike. His blade cleaved through the Colossus''s arm, sending chunks of shadowy matter flying.

    Milly focused her energy on the Revenant, casting Heaven''s Chains. Golden chains erupted from the ground, binding the Revenant and restricting his movements. "Liam, now''s your chance!"

    Liam smirked, raising his staff high. "Time to end this phase." He cast Blood Eruption, sending a surge of crimson spikes through the chains and into the Revenant''s body. The attack disrupted the dark energy sustaining his second form, causing the obsidian armor to crack.

    The Revenant roared, his body writhing as the chains tightened around him. "You... think you''ve won?" he spat, his voice filled with rage. "I still have one more life!"

    As his second form crumbled, the glyphs on the walls flared brighter than ever. The room shook violently, and the Revenant''s body began to change again. His form grew larger, more monstrous, his sword transforming into a massive, jagged blade radiating pure death energy.

    The trio exchanged determined looks.

    "Final phase," Drake said, readying his sword.

    "Let''s finish this," Milly added, her staff glowing with celestial light.

    Liam grinned, gripping his staff tightly. "Time to show him the real meaning of power."

 Chapter 127 Sword Revenant VII

    The Sword Revenant''s transformation completed with a deafening roar that sent a wave of dark energy across the chamber. His monstrous form loomed over the trio, a grotesque amalgamation of sinew, armor, and shadow. The jagged blade in his hand pulsed with necrotic energy, warping the space around it.@@@@

    "I am eternal!" he bellowed, his voice echoing with malevolent power. "You cannot defeat me, for death itself bows before me!"

    Drake stepped forward, his sword glowing brighter as he activated Stellar Resonance, an ability that synchronized with Milly and Liam''s magic. "Eternal or not, you''re going down," he said, his calm confidence unwavering.

    The Revenant wasted no time, swinging his massive blade in a wide arc. The sheer force of the attack sent shockwaves tearing through the chamber, obliterating the few remaining undead caught in its path.

    Drake dashed forward, weaving through the destruction with precision. He countered with Luminous Barrage, a rapid series of strikes infused with celestial energy. Each hit left glowing marks on the Revenant''s armor, weakening its defenses.

    Milly raised her staff, channeling Solar Ascendance. A massive pillar of light descended from above, slamming into the Revenant and forcing him to stumble back. The radiant energy burned through his dark aura, creating an opening.

    "Liam, hit him now!" Milly shouted.

    Liam grinned, his staff glowing with blood-red energy. He cast Sanguine Chains, binding the Revenant''s limbs with tendrils of crimson energy. The chains tightened with each passing second, sapping the Revenant''s strength and restricting his movements.

    The Revenant roared in fury, swinging his blade wildly to break free. The dark energy radiating from him intensified, causing cracks to form in the chamber walls. "You think you can bind me? I''ll show you the futility of your efforts!"

    With a burst of power, he shattered the chains and unleashed Abyssal Cataclysm, a devastating wave of dark magic that filled the chamber. The trio barely managed to shield themselves¡ªDrake using his sword to deflect the brunt of the attack, Milly casting Radiant Barrier, and Liam summoning a protective blood dome.

    Liam chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow. "Let''s hope the rewards are worth it."

    As the trio approached the remnants of the Revenant''s throne, a radiant chest materialized, glowing with the promise of powerful treasures.

    Brook and Yelena finished off the last of the Abyssal Knights and Death Liches, standing amidst the remnants of the fierce battle. Yelena exhaled heavily, brushing some dirt off her armor. "They''re too strong," she said, her voice carrying both admiration and disbelief.

    Brook nodded, his molten-blooded aura fading as he sheathed his weapon. "I''m glad I invited them," he replied, his tone filled with a mix of relief and respect.

    Yelena glanced at him, tilting her head. "What about the reward?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

    Brook fell silent for a moment, his expression conflicted. He wanted to give the trio everything they deserved, especially after witnessing their strength and teamwork. But he is also an guild leader who wants to give his guild members the reward for their hard work. Torn between the two choices he thought for a moment and then sighed '' It''s better to have them as allies'' he thought as he decided to give them the most of the rewards from this raid.

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    After a long pause, Brook finally spoke. "I''ll give them more than just the reward for the boss''s head," he said, his voice resolute but tinged with nervousness. "They''ve earned it."

    Yelena observed him quietly, sensing the underlying tension. She understood his thoughts¡ªpartially a gesture of goodwill, partially an acknowledgment of their friendship, and partially a subtle attempt to stay on their good side.

    As the duo made their way toward the trio to distribute the spoils, Brook''s decision marked a turning point in his perspective. He wasn''t just respecting their abilities; he was ensuring that their alliance remained intact, knowing full well the consequences of being on the wrong side of such formidable individuals.

    The trio stood at the center of the battlefield, their calm demeanor starkly contrasting with the devastation around them. Drake sheathed his longsword, its runes dimming as the magic settled. Milly adjusted her bow, glancing at the fading remains of the undead legion, while Liam inspected his staff, the blood-red patterns still faintly glowing from his recent spells.

 Chapter 128 Raid rewards

    The trio stood at the center of the battlefield, their calm demeanor starkly contrasting with the devastation around them. Drake sheathed his longsword, its runes dimming as the magic settled. Milly adjusted her bow, glancing at the fading remains of the undead legion, while Liam inspected his staff, the blood-red patterns still faintly glowing from his recent spells.

    Brook and Yelena approached cautiously. Brook cleared his throat to announce their presence, and Drake turned to face them, his piercing blue eyes unreadable.@@@@

    "You three," Brook began, his tone firm but laced with respect. "What you''ve done here... It''s beyond anything I''ve seen. You''ve not only saved the raid but also carried us through what could''ve been a massacre."

    Drake inclined his head slightly, accepting the compliment without a hint of arrogance. "We came for a challenge. Nothing more," he replied, his voice calm and measured.

    Brook nodded, choosing his words carefully. "Still, you deserve far more than what was agreed upon. The Sword Revenant''s head is yours, of course, but I want to offer additional rewards from the guild''s treasury. It''s the least we can do."

    Milly raised an eyebrow, glancing at Drake for his reaction. "Generous," she murmured, her tone neutral but with a hint of amusement.

    Drake looked back at Brook, his expression unchanged. "We appreciate the offer," he said. "But we have no interest in gold or artifacts. Keep your rewards. We only want the Revenant''s head. That was the deal."

    Brook looked stunned for a moment. "Yes, it was the deal, but you did far more than I ever hoped for. I brought you in as just extra support, yet you three led the raid to victory. Please, you can take any of the rewards from here," Brook said, pointing at the chest.

    Drake shrugged. "If you insist," he said.

    "I do insist," Brook replied firmly, his voice clear and resolute.

    Drake chuckled and nodded, stepping toward the chest. Together, they opened it, revealing five items inside.

    ***

    [Abyssal Revenant''s Greatsword]

    Rating: Mythical

    Durability: 950/950

    Attack Power: 1,200 ~ 2,500

    Attack Speed: -5%

    Special Effects:

    Abyssal Might: Increases the user''s Strength by 15%.

    Cleave of the Revenant: Attacks ignore 30% of the enemy''s defense.

    Dark Aura: Deals an additional 20% dark elemental damage with every attack.

    Revenant''s Wrath: On a critical hit, summon spectral blades that strike all enemies in a 10-meter radius for 200% of the user''s attack power. (Cooldown: 5 seconds.)

    Description:

    Forged in the depths of the Abyss, this cursed blade channels the unending wrath of the Sword Revenant. Its dark aura hums with power, promising death to foes and wielding incredible offensive capabilities.

    User Restrictions:

    Minimum Strength: 3,000.

    Advanced Sword Mastery Level 5 or higher.

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    Weight: 4,200

    Durability: 3/3 (Single Use per Charge)

    Special Effects:

    Summons a Death Lich to fight for the user for 15 minutes. The Death Lich commands skeletal soldiers and can cast devastating necromantic spells:

    Dark Surge: AOE spell dealing 700% magic damage.

    Soul Drain: Absorbs the life force of enemies within a 15-meter radius to heal itself and allies.

    Description:

    A bead of pure malice. It holds the essence of a Death Lich, bound to serve the summoner temporarily. The power is overwhelming, but its control is tenuous.

    User Restrictions:

    Requires Dark Magic Mastery Level 5 or higher.

    ***

    [Sword Revenant Summon Bead]

    Rating: Mythical

    Durability: 1/1 (Single Use)

    Special Effects:

    Summons the Sword Revenant, a semi-permanent ally with the following attributes:

    Attack Power: 4,000~6,000

    Defense: 3,800

    Special Ability: "Undying Wraith" (Returns to life once with 50% health if defeated.)

    Description:

    The bead holds the essence of the legendary Sword Revenant, a king who returned from death to guard his throne. His loyalty lies solely with the summoner who binds him.

    User Restrictions:

    Must have defeated the Sword Revenant at least once.

    The revenant will perish after Death.

    ***

    "All of them are great," Brook said, admiring the treasures before them.

    Yelena added, "Sadly, we can''t use the last one." She glanced at the Abyssal Revenant''s Greatsword with a hint of regret. "It''s far beyond our level and requirements. Only the Trio can wield something like that."

    Brook sighed. "Well, then... what will you take?"

    Drake stepped forward, examining the items one last time before pointing at the Sword Revenant Summoning Bead. "We''ll just take this," he said, picking up the black marble. Inside, a faint image of the Sword Revenant could be seen, sitting on its dark throne.

    He added the bead to his inventory, already planning to donate it later in exchange for something more suited to his system''s evolving needs.

    "Once this is in the right hands, it''ll fetch a much better reward," Drake thought to himself.

 Chapter 129 Back to City

    "Is that all you need?" Brook asked, his voice calm but curious. Yelena also turned her gaze toward Drake, waiting for his response.

    "Yes, that''ll be enough," Drake said, picking up the Revenant''s head and carefully storing it away in his inventory.

    Brook seemed to relax slightly but still looked intrigued as Drake asked, "What do you think of the other guilds? Do you believe they''ll succeed in raiding their respective dungeons?"

    Brook crossed his arms, his expression thoughtful. "I don''t think so," he admitted. "We''re all at the same level of strength, more or less. I was feeling reassured having you three along. Without you, I doubt they''ll manage to clear their raids successfully, at least not on the first attempt."

    Milly smirked slightly. "Sounds like we were the deciding factor."

    Brook nodded earnestly. "You were. I won''t deny it. Even with my guild''s strength, this raid would''ve been a gamble without your help. The others won''t have that kind of support."

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    Drake''s gaze turned calculating as he considered Brook''s words. "Then we''ll see how things unfold. Their success or failure won''t matter to us we just need Revenant heads."

    Brook raised an eyebrow at Drake''s words. "You need another Revenant head too?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

    Drake nodded. "I need it for our fourth partner. She''s injured, and her class advancement requires the Revenant''s head," he explained, his tone steady but firm.

    Brook considered this for a moment before nodding. "I''ll help you set up a meeting with the other guilds. If they''ve failed, there might still be a chance to negotiate access to their dungeon," he offered.

    Drake gave a nod of appreciation. "Thank you, Brook."

    The group departed the dungeon, mounting their respective mounts and heading toward the Imperial City. The journey was quiet but purposeful, each of them reflecting on the challenges they had overcome and the potential hurdles ahead.

    Brook offered a polite smile. "Thank you, Meryl. It wasn''t an easy raid."

    Meryl nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. "I can imagine. My guild failed at the final stage. The Revenant is relentless." Her gaze shifted to Drake and Yelena. "And these must be the ones responsible for tipping the scales in your favor?"

    "They''re part of the team, yes," Brook replied, choosing his words carefully.

    Meryl studied Drake for a moment before speaking again. "I assume you''ll be leveraging this success to secure more influence in the city."

    Drake smiled faintly. "We''re not here for influence or politics. Our interest lies elsewhere."

    Meryl''s eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. "Elsewhere? Then perhaps we can negotiate. My guild still has unfinished business with the Revenant. If your team is willing, we could work together for a second attempt."

    Brook glanced at Drake, who nodded subtly. "We might be open to that," Brook said. "Let''s discuss terms in private."

    Meryl''s eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded. "Very well. I''ll meet you in the guild hall in an hour."

    As she and her companions walked away, Brook turned to Drake. "What do you think?"

    Drake''s expression remained calm. "They''ll need our help, but we need the Revenant head. If we frame it as a collaboration, they''ll agree."

    Yelena smirked. "And if they don''t?"

    Drake''s eyes glinted coldly. "Then we''ll take what we need by other means."

    Brook sighed, but he couldn''t disagree. "Let''s hope it doesn''t come to that."

    The Trio hen walked after Meryl while Drake asked about Meryl from Brook as they followed after her.

 Chapter 130 Graceful Phoenix Guild

    "She is Meryl Raven, the vice leader of the Graceful Phoenix Guild," Brook said as Drake glanced at her back, then at Liam.

    "She''s got more muscle than my companion," Drake said quietly.

    Brook chuckled. "She does have that. Though, the rest of the Phoenix members are truly beautiful. Just make sure you don''t fall for any of them when we meet their guild leader," Brook said with a grin.

    Drake nodded, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Don''t worry. I''ve got my priorities straight."

    Brook led the group as they followed Meryl Raven, the vice leader of the Graceful Phoenix Guild. Their goal was clear: to negotiate for a partnership in raiding the Bow Revenant, a task the Phoenix Guild had attempted but failed to complete.

    As they moved through the bustling streets of the Imperial City, Brook spoke in a low tone. "Graceful Phoenix has tried twice already, but the Bow Revenant''s abilities are a nightmare to counter. Their guild leader is proud, but they''re running out of options. If we play this right, they''ll agree to our terms."

    Drake nodded, his expression calm. "What''s their guild leader like?"

    Brook hesitated before replying. "Lucius Everflare is... intense. He''s a master tactician, but his pride matches his skill. Convincing him won''t be easy, even with their losses."

    Yelena smirked. "Then it''s a good thing we have Drake. His track record speaks for itself."

    As they approached the Phoenix Guild''s headquarters, Meryl turned to face them, her sharp eyes scanning the group. "You''re persistent," she said, her voice steady but guarded.

    "We''ve got a proposition for your guild," Brook said, stepping forward. "We know about your struggles with the Bow Revenant. We can help."

    Meryl''s gaze flickered with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "And what would you want in return?"

    Lucius''s gaze shifted to Drake, scrutinizing him. "And what do you want from us?"

    Drake stepped forward, his posture relaxed but resolute. "We want the Bow Revenant''s head. That''s it. The rest of the rewards are yours to claim."

    The room fell silent as Lucius studied him. "And why should I entrust you with something so valuable? My guild has tried twice, and while we''ve failed, we''ve gained critical intel. Why not make a third attempt on our own?"

    Drake''s lips curled into a faint smile. "Because you know as well as I do that intel isn''t enough to guarantee victory. You''ve already lost resources and people. How many more can you afford to lose?" He paused, letting his words sink in. "We''ve proven our capability. With us, you''ll have a much higher chance of success. And if you insist on going it alone, well... let''s just say the competition for dungeon raids isn''t going anywhere."

    Lucius''s jaw tightened, his pride clearly battling with reason. "You drive a hard bargain," he admitted. "But if you''re as skilled as Meryl and Brook claim, then perhaps this alliance is worth considering."

    One of Lucius''s advisors leaned in, whispering something in his ear. After a moment, Lucius stood, his fiery presence dominating the room. "Very well. We''ll join forces for the Bow Revenant raid. But mark my words¡ªif you fail to pull your weight, there will be consequences."

    Drake didn''t flinch. "Understood."

    Lucius extended a hand. "Then it''s a deal."

    Drake shook his hand firmly. "Let''s finish what you started."

    As the group left the chamber to prepare for the raid, Meryl walked beside Drake, her expression unreadable. "You handled that well," she admitted. "Lucius doesn''t often make concessions."

    "I don''t give him much of a choice," Drake replied with a smirk.

    Brook laughed. "I''m starting to think you''d make a good guild leader yourself."

    Drake shook his head. "Not my style. I prefer being the one who gets things done."

 Chapter 131 The Revenants

    For the next few days, Leon and his team focused on their goal of gathering the Revenant heads. Their journey was not a solitary one, as they engaged with other guilds along the way, forging temporary alliances to tackle the increasingly challenging dungeons. The addition of Brook and his team proved invaluable. His leadership, coupled with the group''s formidable abilities, gave them the edge they needed to take on these dangerous foes.

    The first Revenant they targeted after the Sword Revenant was the Bow Revenant. This particular boss was known for its unparalleled precision and long-range attacks, making it one of the most difficult opponents to confront directly. The team collaborated with the Graceful Phoenix Guild, whose vice-leader, Meryl Raven, brought valuable tactical insight and additional firepower. Together, they developed a strategy that revolved around limiting the Bow Revenant''s range while keeping its Abyssal Archers and Death Liches occupied.

    The battle was intense, with Liam(Roman) showcasing his Blood Magic to manipulate the battlefield while Milly(Roselia) used her ranged prowess to counter the Revenant''s attacks. Brook acted as the frontline tank, enduring volley after volley of deadly arrows. After a grueling fight, the Revenant was defeated, and its head was added to their collection.

    Next, the team turned their attention to the Spear Revenant. This boss was infamous for its lightning-fast attacks and its ability to summon waves of spectral soldiers. The fight demanded precise coordination, and the team enlisted the support of the Pride Dragon Guild, specialists in defensive combat. The fight against the Spear Revenant was chaotic, with the spectral soldiers repeatedly overwhelming the battlefield. Drake''s (leon) swordsmanship and combat arts shone during this encounter, allowing him to keep the Revenant engaged while Liam and the Pride Dragon members dealt with the soldiers. The Spear Revenant''s defeat came after a fierce battle of attrition, with Brook delivering the final blow that severed its spectral form.

    Finally, they moved on to the Mage Revenant. This boss was considered the most dangerous of the four due to its devastating spells and ability to control the environment. The group collaborated with the Wise Griffin Guild, which specialized in magical combat. The fight against the Mage Revenant was a test of endurance, strategy, and resource management. The Revenant unleashed waves of firestorms, ice shards, and gravity fields, pushing the group to their limits. Meryl and her guildmates played a crucial role in neutralizing the Revenant''s spells, while Leon and his team focused on counterattacks. After an exhausting encounter, the Mage Revenant fell, and its head joined the others.

    With all four Revenant heads in their possession, the group celebrated their achievements. The battles had been arduous, but the rewards were well worth the effort. Now, sitting in a Inn room, leon and others now in their normal forms, they looked at the Map given by the Alchemist king.

    "We now have the keys," Leon declared, holding the four Revenant heads in his hands. His tone was calm but carried the weight of anticipation. "Let''s get this over with." His companions, Roselia and Roman, nodded silently, their expressions a mixture of determination and readiness.

    They headed to the southern side of the Imperial City. In the days of the Kingdom, this area had been home to the Royal Palace, but now, it housed something far more sinister¡ªthe hidden domain of the True Undead King.

    Following the map, they navigated the winding streets and alleys until they reached the entrance to an old underground sewer. It was a grim and desolate place, and they ensured no one was following them before slipping inside.

    "Why does it have to be here of all places?" Mily complained, pinching her nose in distaste as the stench of the sewer hit them.

    Leon surveyed the area, his sharp gaze catching sight of tar-like substances clinging to the walls and puddles of foul water gathering at their feet. He waved his hand, conjuring a cleansing barrier. The spell dispelled the filth around them, creating a clean and dry path.

    "That''s better," Mily said with a relieved sigh. Liam nodded in agreement.

    As they walked, the group encountered a Sewer Demon¡ªa grotesque creature that thrived in the toxic environment of the sewers. Leon quickly summoned a lesser purification spell, weakening the demon while Mily''s arrows and Liam''s blood magic finished it off. The Sewer Demon crumbled into ash, leaving behind purified water that drove away the plague rats infesting the area.

    The trio pressed on, the air becoming heavier as they ventured deeper. Finally, they arrived at an immense tunnel, its ancient walls covered in eerie inscriptions. Leon stopped and pointed at a section of the wall where four empty slots had been carved.

    "This is it," Leon said, his voice calm but edged with anticipation. He gestured toward the slots. "We''ll need to place the Revenant heads here to unlock the way forward."

 Chapter 132 True Skeleton King

    Liam inspected the wall closely, running his fingers over the worn edges of the slots. "It looks like they need to be inserted in a specific order."

    Leon nodded, already preparing the Revenant heads. "Alright, let''s start." He carefully placed the Mage Revenant head into the first slot, followed by the Sword Revenant''s head, then the Bow Revenant''s, and finally the Spear Revenant''s.

    As the last head clicked into place, the tunnel shuddered slightly. A deep, resonant hum echoed through the air, and ancient mechanisms began to stir. The inscriptions on the wall glowed faintly, and the ground beneath them trembled as the way ahead slowly began to reveal itself.

    The walls began to shift and separate slowly, the bricks rearranging themselves like pieces of a massive puzzle. Each segment clicked into place one by one, revealing a single grand corridor bathed in an ominous red glow. The floor was lined with a luxurious crimson carpet, and intricate chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, their light casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls.

    At the far end of the hall, a throne loomed¡ªa dark and foreboding seat of power. Sitting upon it was a skeletal figure, garbed in tattered yet regal robes that shimmered faintly with ancient enchantments. The figure held a magnificent staff adorned with over sixteen luminous gemstones, each depicting a mythical beast. The aura emanating from the staff was palpable, radiating a power that seemed to compress the very air around them.

    "He''s about half a mile down the hall," Mily said, narrowing her eyes as she surveyed the path ahead.

    Leon nodded, his eyes scanning the room for traps or hidden threats. "Either it''s just him, or we''ll be dealing with a long fight before we even reach him," he said, gripping his weapon tightly.

    Liam adjusted his bloodstone gauntlets and frowned. "Judging by that aura, we won''t be walking out of here easily. Even before we engage, the power rolling off the Skeleton King is enough to tell us he''s far from a pushover. This will be an all-out battle."

    Leon took a deep breath, steeling himself. "He''s a Legendary-grade monster, probably near level 200 with the King class modifier. That makes him the equivalent of a level 250 normal monster."

    As Leon and Liam pressed forward toward the throne, the battle between Roselia and the two maids began, the clash of power and precision echoing through the hall.

    ****

    Roselia took a deep breath as she faced the two maids. She wasn''t just an archer in this form¡ªshe was a Dark Battle Magus, a deadly combination of ranged and close-combat prowess enhanced by dark elemental magic. Her black-and-gold armor shimmered with magical runes, and her twin weapons¡ªa crescent-shaped scythe and a dark mana-infused spellbook¡ªhovered in the air around her, ready for battle.

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    The first maid, the one with the flaming gauntlet, stepped forward, her black flames roaring to life as she clenched her fist. "Your confidence will be your undoing," the maid sneered, her gauntlet releasing waves of intense heat that warped the air around her.

    The second maid remained silent, her blindfold hiding her expression. She raised her rapier, its tip glowing with a soft, deadly light, and took a measured step to the side, flanking Roselia with the precision of a predator.

    Roselia wasted no time. She slammed her foot into the ground, summoning a Dark Field, a pulsating dome of shadow magic that immediately dimmed the light in the room. The field drained energy from her enemies, slowing their movements and empowering her own attacks.

    The first maid scoffed, black flames surging toward Roselia like a tidal wave. Roselia twirled her scythe, cutting through the flames with precise arcs, the edges of her blade glowing with dark energy. She countered by casting Oblivion Spear, a black, crackling projectile that streaked toward the flaming maid. The maid sidestepped with unnatural speed, but the spear exploded behind her, forcing her to retreat as shards of shadow rained down.

    The second maid lunged from Roselia''s flank, her rapier thrusting in rapid, graceful strikes. Roselia barely managed to deflect the attacks, her scythe spinning defensively in tight arcs. One strike slipped through, grazing her armor and leaving a faint burn mark.

 Chapter 133 True Skeleton King II

    The second maid lunged from Roselia''s flank, her rapier thrusting in rapid, graceful strikes. Roselia barely managed to deflect the attacks, her scythe spinning defensively in tight arcs. One strike slipped through, grazing her armor and leaving a faint burn mark.

    "Not bad," Roselia muttered, her eyes flashing as she raised her spellbook. She chanted quickly, and the Chains of Dusk erupted from the ground, shadowy tendrils wrapping around the rapier maid''s limbs. The maid strained against the bonds, but they held firm for the moment, giving Roselia a brief opening.

    The flaming maid didn''t let up. She dashed forward, her gauntlet igniting with a Flame Burst Strike that detonated as it neared Roselia. The explosion forced Roselia back, her armor absorbing most of the damage but leaving her momentarily disoriented.

    Using this advantage, the rapier maid broke free from the Chains of Dusk with a surge of energy, her blindfold fluttering as her rapier moved in a blur. She activated Moonlit Echo, a spell that created ethereal copies of her weapon, multiplying her strikes.

    Roselia gritted her teeth, her scythe parrying frantically as the rapier maid''s attacks intensified. At the same time, she whispered a command to her spellbook, summoning a Shadow Familiar, a spectral beast that charged at the flaming maid, forcing her to focus on defense.

    The fight escalated as Roselia shifted to the offensive. She channeled her mana into a powerful ability¡ªVoid Nova. Dark energy swirled around her, condensing into a sphere before exploding outward in a wave of destruction. The rapier maid was thrown back, her rapier clones dissipating, while the flaming maid''s black flames were momentarily extinguished.

    "You''re more than we expected," the flaming maid said, coughing as she regained her footing.

    "And you''re tougher than I gave you credit for," Roselia replied, her scythe and spellbook glowing with renewed power.

    Roselia dashed forward, her movements a blur as she combined her melee prowess with her magic. She slashed at the flaming maid, who countered with fiery punches, their clashes sending sparks and embers flying. Simultaneously, she cast Night Barrage, raining shadowy arrows toward the rapier maid, who dodged and deflected as best as she could.

    ***

    "Will she be alright?" Roman asked as he walked ahead with Leon, glancing back at Roselia, who was locked in battle with the maids.

    The Queen''s attacks came relentlessly, her fan weaving intricate patterns in the air that unleashed powerful gales of wind infused with razor-sharp energy. Roman struggled to keep up, his blood barriers cracking under the unrelenting pressure.

    One particularly strong attack broke through his defenses, the wind slicing across his arm and drawing blood. Roman winced, stepping back as the Queen''s cold, mocking voice echoed through the chamber. Stay updated via My Virtual Library Empire

    "Is that all you have?" she taunted, gracefully spinning her fan as if the fight was nothing more than a game. "Your magic is impressive, but it lacks finesse. A true mage would have countered me by now."

    Roman wiped the blood from his arm, a sly grin spreading across his face despite the pain. "Magic was never my forte," he said, his voice calm and confident.

    The Queen raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Oh? Then why waste my time pretending?"

    Roman chuckled, tossing his staff to the ground with a clang. "Because I am a Dark Slayer Knight."

    With a swift motion, he drew his sword¡ªa dark blade that seemed to absorb the light around it, its edges pulsating with an ominous crimson glow. The air around Roman shifted instantly, becoming heavy and foreboding.

    The Queen''s mocking smile faded as she felt the change. Roman''s presence now exuded raw power, and his stance reflected a deadly determination.

    "So, the mage has claws," she murmured, folding her fan and taking a defensive stance.

    Roman didn''t respond. He dashed forward with a burst of speed, his blade slashing toward the Queen with an intensity that left no room for mockery. She barely managed to parry the strike with her fan, the impact sending shockwaves through the room.

    The real battle had begun.

    Roman''s swordplay was relentless, his strikes fueled by a combination of precision and sheer power. The Queen countered with elegant movements, her fan spinning and deflecting his attacks with ease that belied the strength she exerted.

 Chapter 134 True Skeleton King III

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    Despite her composure, Roman was beginning to overwhelm her defenses. His blade''s dark energy seemed to sap her strength with every clash, forcing her to adjust her tactics.

    "Impressive," she admitted through gritted teeth, her earlier mocking tone replaced with genuine acknowledgment. "But don''t think you can defeat me so easily."

    Roman smirked, blood dripping from his earlier wound but his resolve unwavering. "You''ll find I''m full of surprises."

    The two clashed again, their movements blurring as the fight reached a fever pitch. Each strike echoed through the chamber, the outcome hanging in the balance as they pushed each other to their limits.

    ***

    Leon continued to walk, finally reaching the elevated platform where the King sat leisurely on his throne. The skeletal figure remained still, its posture exuding an unsettling air of indifference. As Leon stepped onto the platform, the faint echo of his footsteps reverberated through the chamber.

    However, the moment he stepped on the next platform, the skeleton''s eyes lit up with eerie, ghostly white flames. A deep, haunting voice echoed through the room as the King slowly raised his head to look at Leon.

    "Mortal," the King intoned, his tone dripping with disdain. "Do you not know the basic etiquette of greeting a King?"

    Above his head, a glowing name suddenly appeared, accompanied by a chilling aura:

    [The Slothful King - Myrazar Solatse]

    Leon unsheathed his weapon, stepping closer as the air around the throne grew colder and heavier. The battle against the Slothful King was about to begin.

    Leon approached the throne, his calm demeanor unwavering as he now stood directly in front of the skeletal king. Myrazar''s burning eyes flickered, and their ghastly white flames suddenly turned into deep, inky black voids. Without warning, the Slothful King lashed out with a punch, his bony fist cloaked in dark energy.

    Leon reacted instantly, blinking away with his Aether Step, a magical movement spell that left an afterimage in his place. Myrazar''s strike pulverized the throne where Leon had just stood, sending a shockwave through the chamber. The King rose to his feet, towering and imposing despite his skeletal frame.

    "You will die for your arrogance," Myrazar hissed, his voice like nails scraping across stone. With a flick of his bony wrist, a sword materialized in his hand. The weapon glowed ominously, its surface etched with glowing runic inscriptions.

    Leon''s sharp eyes scanned the blade, immediately recognizing its significance. "A Legendary-class weapon," he murmured. "And with the engravings of the Runic Sword King... So, you''re a class that combines the powers of a Magus and a Sword King. Interesting."

    The Slothful King smirked¡ªor what passed for a smirk in his skeletal form¡ªas he raised the sword. "Interesting, mortal? You should tremble instead."

    Leon, however, was unfazed. He reached behind him, drawing his Mythic Staff of Aether and Chaos. The staff shimmered with energy, its core pulsing like a miniature star. He planted it firmly on the ground, activating its latent power as an aura of destruction and creation intertwined around him.

    "Let''s not waste time then," Leon said, his voice cold. His magic flared, a combination of Destruction spells and Aether manipulation blending seamlessly into his movements. The chamber itself seemed to hum with energy as he began summoning his Legacy powers¡ªthe destructive precision of the Golden Metal Magus and the chaotic yet calculated might of the Blood Magus King.

    The two combatants squared off, the tension thick enough to cut with a blade. Leon''s confidence was met by the Slothful King''s overwhelming aura of lethargic yet immense power.

    Leon initiated the battle, raising his staff and weaving a spell from the Destruction Magic series. The room shook as blazing spheres of pure annihilation hurtled toward the Slothful King. Myrazar countered with a swing of his runic sword, carving glowing sigils into the air. Each rune erupted into shimmering barriers, absorbing the destructive blasts with ease.

    "Not bad for a mortal," Myrazar remarked lazily, flicking his sword toward Leon. The runes shattered, their remnants transforming into a barrage of fiery projectiles. Leon deflected them with a wave of his staff, summoning a barrier of Golden Metal Magic, its metallic sheen glinting against the crimson glow of the chamber.

    The King advanced, his skeletal form surprisingly swift. With a mighty leap, he brought his sword down in an arc, the blade trailing ghostly runes. Leon sidestepped and countered with Aether Blades, ethereal constructs of pure energy that shimmered into existence around him. The two exchanged blows, the clanging of metal and energy echoing like thunder. Sparks flew out as they continued to Clash, shaking the whole chamber.

 Chapter 135 True Skeleton King IV

    Myrazar moved first, faster than expected for a being so steeped in sloth. His runic sword sliced through the air, releasing an arc of deadly energy that surged toward Leon. Leon raised his staff and conjured a barrier of Golden Metal Magic, its shimmering surface crackling as the energy collided with it, sending a wave of force through the chamber. Read exclusive chapters at My Virtual Library Empire@@@@

    Leon retaliated with a volley of Destruction Orbs, crackling spheres of annihilating energy that streaked through the air. Myrazar met them with a casual flick of his blade, summoning a wall of runes that absorbed the attack effortlessly. "Pathetic," the king mocked, stepping forward.

    Leon narrowed his eyes, channeling his Aether Magic to enhance his agility. He vanished in a blur, reappearing behind Myrazar and unleashing a devastating wave of Blood Spikes. The crimson lances erupted from the ground, targeting the king''s exposed back. Myrazar turned, his sword carving glowing sigils into the air. The spikes shattered against the runic defenses, and the king countered with a thrust of his blade.

    Leon barely dodged, the edge of the runic sword grazing his armor and sending a ripple of numbing energy through his body. The runes on the sword weren''t just for show¡ªthey were inscribed with spells designed to sap strength and focus.

    "You think yourself clever, mortal?" Myrazar sneered. He plunged his sword into the ground, activating a massive rune circle that engulfed the floor. From the glowing runes emerged spectral chains, glowing with dark energy, racing toward Leon.

    Leon leaped back, summoning a shield of Aether Blades that sliced through the chains as they approached. He followed up with Golden Arrows, dozens of radiant projectiles that streaked toward Myrazar. The king responded with a gesture, summoning Runic Mirrors that reflected the arrows back at Leon.

    Leon smirked, waving his staff to deflect his own projectiles. "You''ll have to do better than that," he taunted.

    "You talk too much," Leon retorted, raising his staff high. Aetheric energy swirled around him as he cast Starfall, summoning a rain of golden, destructive comets. The King countered with Runic Storm, summoning a whirlwind of glowing symbols that clashed with the falling stars, creating a brilliant display of light and power.

    As the dust raised Leon once again charged his Sword with both Destruction and Aether magic, he rushed in and attacked Myrazar.

    With a final charge, Leon broke through Myrazar''s defenses, driving his blade into the king''s chest. The runic sword clattered to the ground as the Slothful King let out a deafening roar. The flames in his eyes flickered and died, and his skeletal form crumbled into dust.

    [You have defeated The Slothful King - Myrazar Solatse.]

    [Reward: Blessing of Sloth acquired.]

    Leon sheathed his sword, breathing heavily as the chamber fell silent. The throne room, now in ruins, seemed to sigh in relief at the defeat of its ancient ruler.

    Leon sat on the ground as he looked at his mana state, " Only 11% remined huh" he chuckled, the Slothful King was the most difficult opponent he has faced so far and it was worth it.

    Leon looked at the dropped rewards but first he checke dthe Blessing of Sloth, he is not worried about its lethargic effect as he has his own Sage Mind Skill, that kept him unaffected by any kind of Psychic type abnormal effects.

 Chapter 136 Skeleton King rewards

    Blessing of Sloth

    The Blessing of Sloth is a unique and paradoxical reward, born from the essence of Myrazar Solatse, the Slothful King. Unlike blessings that demand action, growth through conflict, or relentless ambition, this one thrives on stillness, inactivity, and calculated restraint. It was bestowed to him by the Demon King of Sloth Belphegor.

    But after his Blessed one was defeated, the blessing shifted to the one who defeated him. All according to Might ''Makes Rule'' of the Daemon World.@@@@

    Effect Mechanics:

    Health Regeneration Boost

    While stationary, the blessing enhances the user''s natural health regeneration by 500%, allowing them to recover from even near-fatal wounds rapidly. This effect scales with the user''s base vitality, meaning stronger individuals will recover even faster.

    Mana Regeneration Amplification

    Remaining motionless channels the latent power of sloth into mana recovery, increasing mana regeneration by 700%. The longer the user stays still, the more efficient their recovery becomes, effectively allowing them to rebuild their reserves in record time.

    Skill Mastery Amplification

    The less a skill is actively used, the more the blessing refines and advances it. Skills left untouched for extended periods will automatically gain proficiency over time, as though honed through subconscious mastery. For example:

    A sword technique not used for weeks will level up as though it has been repeatedly practiced.

    A spell left dormant will grow stronger and more efficient when finally cast.

    Mastery improves proportionally to the duration of inactivity, rewarding patience and strategic abstinence.

    Sloth Aura

    Standing still creates an invisible field of lethargy that affects enemies within a 20-meter radius.

    The rewards on these initial floors were typically minor, with even the weakest Kings of the Tower withholding their power until higher levels. It was only after proving oneself beyond the beginner stage that these Kings would invest their strength in new Ascenders by granting them fragments of their Arune abilities.

    "It''s like investing in potential stocks," Leon thought, smirking slightly at the analogy.

    Leon turned his attention to the rewards dropped by the True Skeleton King. However, before inspecting the treasure, he carefully stored the remains of the Skeleton King in his inventory. The quest required these remains to be delivered to the Alchemist King, and losing them would jeopardize their progress. Once the skeletal remnants were safely tucked away, he shifted his focus to the gleaming treasure chest the King had left behind.

    Approaching it cautiously, Leon released a small pulse of magic to check for traps. Satisfied that it was safe, he opened the chest, and the glow of its contents illuminated the dark chamber. Inside lay five items, each radiating an aura of immense power:

    Runic Crown of Sloth

    A crown adorned with intricate runes, pulsing faintly with slothful energy. It granted a substantial boost to mana regeneration and reduced the stamina cost of magic as long as the wearer avoided excessive movement. However, its true power lay in amplifying spells cast while stationary, increasing their potency by 50%.

    Soulbound Ring of Eternal Rest

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    A ring etched with ancient symbols, offering unparalleled healing. When worn, it passively restored health at an accelerated rate if the wearer remained motionless. The ring also provided immunity to poison and disease, as if it embodied the serenity of rest.

    Slothful King''s Cloak

    A tattered yet majestic cloak that shrouded the wearer in an aura of lethargy, slowing down enemies within a 10-meter radius. It also reduced incoming damage by 30% when the wearer wasn''t moving, making it ideal for defensive strategies or prolonged battles.

    Runic Blade of Myrazar

    The Skeleton King''s famed sword, imbued with the power of slothful runes. Its edge glowed with faint blue runes, capable of cutting through both physical and magical defenses. When wielded, it enhanced the user''s strength and precision, but its runic abilities were strongest when attacks were deliberate and calculated, rewarding patience over haste.

    Myrazar''s Forgotten Legacy (Skill Tome)

    A leather-bound tome containing the secrets of Myrazar''s life before he became the True Skeleton King. Reading it would unlock a unique skill: "Slumbering Might", which granted immense bursts of power after periods of stillness, allowing the user to channel energy into a devastating attack or spell.

 Chapter 137 New Companions

    Myrazar''s Forgotten Legacy (Skill Tome)

    A leather-bound tome containing the secrets of Myrazar''s life before he became the True Skeleton King. Reading it would unlock a unique skill: "Slumbering Might", which granted immense bursts of power after periods of stillness, allowing the user to channel energy into a devastating attack or spell.@@@@

    Leon examined the items carefully, his mind racing with possibilities. Each one was valuable, not just for himself but also for his team. He knew their journey would only grow more challenging, and these treasures could turn the tide in future battles.

    "Not bad," Leon muttered, a small smile creeping onto his face. "The King sure lived up to his title."

    He packed the items into his inventory and began preparing to leave, eager to regroup with the others and distribute the spoils.

    Leon returned to find Roman still locked in fierce combat with the Queen. The battle raged on, with neither side showing signs of relenting. Leon stopped in his tracks, observing the intensity of their clash. His gaze quickly shifted to Roman, who was bruised but standing strong.

    "Dammit, this guy Roman is made of stone," Leon muttered under his breath, impressed by his companion''s endurance.

    His eyes then drifted to the Queen. Her clothes were torn, revealing her flawless, porcelain-like skin. Being a Duke Vampire, her beauty was otherworldly, and now, with much of her grandeur exposed, her allure was undeniable. Only a few scraps of fabric clung to her figure, accentuating rather than concealing.

    The Queen noticed Leon''s arrival and turned her attention to him. With a sudden realization, her expression shifted. "Wait!" she called out, her voice sharp yet graceful. Roman paused mid-strike, his weapon hovering in the air.

    The Queen snapped her fingers, and her tattered garments regenerated in an instant, covering her fully once again. Unlike before, however, her attire was simpler and free from the heavy embellishments of battle. She now radiated an ethereal charm that seemed to glow even brighter. Her eyes locked onto Leon, and she began walking toward him.

    Leon instinctively took a step back, unsure of her intentions, but she continued her advance until she was mere inches away. Slowly, the Queen knelt before him, her graceful movements captivating in their elegance.

    Milim''s eyes widened in shock. "Huh?" she exclaimed, unable to hide her disbelief. Her two maids, who had remained silent until now, also turned to Leon with questioning gazes, confusion etched on their faces.

    "You said it yourself," Leon continued. "You were imprisoned for over a million years. You guys surely had enough of that. This is your chance to go outside, experience the world on your own, or climb the Tower and carve out your own destiny."

    The room fell silent. Milim and her maids exchanged uncertain glances, the weight of Leon''s words slowly sinking in.

    After a moment, Milim broke the silence, looking at Leon with a determined expression. "I want to be your concubine," she declared, her voice resolute.

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    Leon froze, taken aback. "Sheesh," he muttered under his breath. "Look, I''m grateful for the offer, but listen..." He trailed off as Milim suddenly stepped closer, her fiery red eyes locked onto his.

    "Aren''t I beautiful?" she asked, her voice softer now but laced with confidence. Her posture shifted, highlighting her flawless figure. Her curvaceous form, ample in all the right places, exuded an irresistible allure. Milim was undeniably breathtaking¡ªarguably even more captivating than Angelica, the angel seductress Leon had encountered before.

    "You are," Leon admitted, his gaze meeting hers. "Actually, you might be the most beautiful woman I''ve met so far. But... this isn''t about love or attraction. What you''re feeling now is gratitude. You''re grateful for being released after a million years of imprisonment. That''s not the same as truly wanting to be with someone."

    Milim hesitated, her bold demeanor faltering for a moment.

    Leon stepped forward and extended his hand to her. "How about this? Travel with us for a while. Get to know the world outside. After a few years, if you still want to be my woman, I''ll gladly accept you."

    Millim and her two Maids looked at the outstretched hand of his.

 Chapter 138 Quest Completion

    Milim stared at his outstretched hand, her expression unreadable. Slowly, she reached out and took it, her fingers trembling slightly. As Leon helped her to her feet, she nodded. "Very well. I will do as you say," she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

    Leon gave a brief nod, his face calm, though his mind was racing. Hopefully, by that time, I''ll have found that mythical-grade cleansing potion to remove the curse Angelica unknowingly put on me, he thought grimly, the memory of that incident flashing through his mind.

    "By the way, these are my companions," Leon said, gesturing to the two nearby. "Roman and Roselia." He smiled faintly as he pointed at Roselia. "And Roselia here is my girlfriend. I also have another¡ªher name''s Angelica. She''s an angel who resides on a higher floor, Floor 234 to be exact."

    Milim turned her curious gaze toward Leon.

    That''s when one of the maids, the shorter one, couldn''t hold her tongue. "What are you doing, collecting a harem of rare beauties?" she asked with a teasing smirk.

    Before Leon could respond, Milim delivered a swift chop to the maid''s head. "Forgive Naval," Milim said with a sigh. "She''s an open-mouthed person."

    Leon chuckled as Naval rubbed her head sheepishly.

    "By the way, her name''s Naval," Milim continued, pointing to the shorter maid with an impish grin. Then she gestured to the taller, calm-looking one, clad in black armor and gloves. "And she''s Liliana."

    Leon nodded, acknowledging the introductions.

    Milim, now feeling her strength returning, although it was few percent but as long as she continue to drink his blood she felt she cannot only regain her strength but even advance in vampire ranks, smiled faintly as she turned to Leon. "Your blood... it''s extraordinary. Truly. You must have a Mythical-class job. Without it, defeating the Slothful King would have been an impossible dream."

    Leon simply nodded, brushing off her praise with a calm demeanor. "Let''s move on," he said, his tone steady, though inwardly he felt slightly embarrassed.

    Liliana watched him quietly, her gaze assessing yet respectful. Meanwhile, Naval grumbled under her breath, rubbing her head again. The group began preparing to leave, Milim now fully energized and determined, a new spark of life gleaming in her eyes.

    Roselia glanced at Millim out of the corner of her eye, her lips pressing into a thin line. She didn''t like how Millim kept staring at Leon with such intensity, but she said nothing. Roselia was familiar with Demon World customs, where powerful demons¡ªwhether male or female¡ªoften had multiple partners. She had long since accepted that reality. As long as Leon continued to cherish her and keep her by his side, she could tolerate whatever future companions he might gain.

    Roman, on the other hand, remained silent, his expression as stoic as ever. To him, it was only natural that someone as powerful and charismatic as Leon would attract followers, especially one like Millim. A great leader naturally amassed a strong entourage. It didn''t bother Roman in the slightest. Internally, he solidified his resolve. "No matter how many companions come to follow you, I will always be your number one sword and shield, Lord Leon," he thought, determination glinting in his eyes as he trailed behind the group.

    The eerie silence of the sewer faded as they emerged into the sunlight, the last vestiges of the underground dungeon behind them. The guards at the entrance didn''t even glance their way, too busy with their own affairs to notice a small group in disguises blending into the crowd.

    Millim and her maids, initially cautious and hesitant, quickly adjusted to the bustling life above ground. They wore simple cloaks to conceal their identities, though Millim couldn''t help but take in her surroundings with wide-eyed curiosity.

    Leon led them to the Beginner City Tower Association, his mind focused on their next objective. It was time to report their success and hand over the remains of the True Skeleton King to the Alchemist King. As they arrived at the Tower Association''s imposing structure, Leon stepped forward and then took the Quest of the Red Skeleton King dungeon.

    Taking the Quest he went there with his team, one shotting the Red Skeleton King, he went behind the throne inside the Hidden room where the Alchemist King resides,

    It was time to complete the theri long Quest. The Quest they got from the Alchemist king, which involved them reaching the limit level of 1st floor and then defeat the True Skeleton King and bring his remains here, finally they have done it.

 Chapter 139 Final Stay on First floor

    This was the culmination of a long and arduous quest¡ªthe task given to them by the Alchemist King. They had spent countless days and battles reaching the level limit of the first floor, preparing themselves for the ultimate challenge of defeating the True Skeleton King.

    Now, standing before the Alchemist King with the remains in hand, they had finally completed the quest. Victory was theirs, and a new chapter in their journey was about to unfold.

    "Good, it is genuine," the Alchemist King muttered, examining the remains of the True Skeleton King as if he were a child with a new toy. His excitement was almost unsettling, and Leon''s team couldn''t help but exchange bewildered glances at the sight.

    "What''s with this perverted old man?" Naval blurted out loudly, watching as the Alchemist King rubbed his face against the skeletal remains.

    Leon, equally speechless, stood frozen. After a few moments of this bizarre behavior, the Alchemist King finally set the remains aside and cleared his throat. His demeanor shifted back to one of composure, as if the odd display had never happened.

    "Hmm, it seems you''ve done it," he said, his tone now calm and authoritative. Seeing him return to his usual self was oddly comical, and Leon couldn''t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

    "As I promised, here is the first part of my legacy," the Alchemist King declared, tossing a book toward Leon.

    Leon caught the ancient-looking grimoire, its cover marked with runes and symbols that practically radiated wisdom.

    "This will teach you alchemy up to Tier III," the Alchemist King explained, pointing at the book. Then, he reached out and handed over a beautifully crafted relic. "And this," he said, presenting an intricately designed ring glowing with faint golden light, "is a Tier II Alchemist''s Seal. With it, you''ll have an easier time stabilizing complex formulas."

    "Go on, use it," the Alchemist King urged, nodding toward the book.

    "Right now?" Leon asked, raising an eyebrow.

    The Alchemist King nodded with a slight grin. "Yes. There''s no better time to start than the present."@@@@

    "It''s a spatial treasure, labeled as the Alchemist''s Abode," Leon explained, examining the item carefully before handing it to Roselia. She took it with a mix of awe and appreciation.

    As Roselia secured the treasure, Leon received a system notification:

    [Congratulations! Mythical-grade Alchemist Abode reward acquired through system rebate.]

    Smirking at his unexpected fortune, Leon quietly celebrated his growing collection of powerful items and resources.

    "So, where are we going now?" Millim asked, her curious gaze fixed on Leon. The rest of the group also turned to him, awaiting his decision.

    "There''s no point in going floor by floor anymore," Leon replied, his tone decisive. "We''ll head straight to Floor 5, level up quickly, and then move directly to Floor 10."

    The group nodded in agreement, ready to follow his lead.

    Their first stop was the Tower Association, where they submitted the remaining quests. As the system processed the rewards, Leon''s Ascension Points skyrocketed to 4,670, a substantial amount¡ªenough to ascend even to Floor 46, far beyond their current objective.

    Next, Leon turned his attention to Millim and her maids. "We need to get you registered," he said. "Since you''re traveling with me now, you''ll need identifiers of your own to interact with the tower''s systems."

    The Tower Association staff quickly set to work, registering Millim, Naval, and Liliana. Each received a unique identifier engraved on a small metallic badge, marking them as official participants of the tower system.

    With everything in order, Leon glanced at his companions. "Alright, let''s move. Floor 5 awaits."

    The group set off, ready to take the next steps in their journey. They made their way back to the Imperial City, their base of operations, to finalize preparations. From there, they headed to the Teleportation Hub, an advanced facility capable of transporting challengers directly to specific tower floors.

 Chapter 140 Fifth Floor

    The group set off, ready to take the next steps in their journey. They made their way back to the Imperial City, their base of operations, to finalize preparations. From there, they headed to the Teleportation Hub, an advanced facility capable of transporting challengers directly to specific tower floors.@@@@

    Leon stepped forward, presenting his Ascension Badge. The guards at the hub inspected it, their stern expressions softening as they nodded in acknowledgment. "Floor 5, authorized," one of them said, gesturing toward the platform.

    The group stepped onto the teleportation array, a large circular structure pulsing with radiant blue energy. The operator entered the coordinates for Floor 5 into the control console. With a hum of power and a blinding flash of light, the teleportation array activated.

    "Good luck on the Fifth Floor," the operator said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the energy surging around them.

    With a loud whoosh, the group vanished from sight, their journey continuing as they were transported to the next stage of the tower.

    When the group arrived on Tower Floor 5, they were immediately greeted by a landscape that bore some similarities to the first floor but with noticeable differences. The sprawling plains, dense forests, and scattered ruins remained, but the air here was heavier, charged with a sense of foreboding.

    The monsters and creatures lurking in the wilderness were far stronger, their very presence exuding an aura that sent chills down the spine. Level 160 was the limit for this floor, meaning that the weakest foes were already stronger than any encountered on Floor 1. The skies above were a perpetual dusk, painted in hues of crimson and orange, casting long shadows over the land.

    Massive stone pillars jutted out of the ground, their surfaces etched with glowing runes that pulsed in rhythm with the tower''s mana. These pillars acted as beacons, guiding challengers toward key areas such as dungeons, safe zones, and teleportation hubs. Small settlements, known as Adventurer Havens, were scattered across the floor, providing resting spots for weary explorers.

    The Tower Association maintained its presence here as well, but their outposts were heavily fortified, surrounded by magical barriers and guarded by high-level adventurers. The stakes were higher now¡ªfailure on this floor meant not just defeat but potential death, as the monsters were far more ruthless and cunning.

    The first sign of trouble came when Roman raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop. His sharp eyes scanned the area ahead, his instincts honed from years of combat.

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    "They''re here," he said, gripping the hilt of his sword.

    Emerging from the shadows of the trees and over the hilltop, a horde of Hobgoblins began to appear. These creatures were towering brutes, larger and bulkier than regular goblins, with leathery green skin and wicked grins that revealed jagged, yellowed teeth. Each one carried crude but deadly weapons¡ªspiked clubs, rusty axes, and jagged swords. Their armor was a mishmash of scavenged metal and leather, offering basic protection.

    At the center of the group stood what appeared to be the Hobgoblin Captain, its aura noticeably more oppressive. Its armor was a step above the rest, adorned with bones and trinkets, likely trophies from past victims. Unlike the others, it wielded a massive, spiked battle-axe with ease.

    Leon quickly used Analyze to confirm their threat level.

    Hobgoblins: Level 120, Tier I.

    Hobgoblin Captain: Level 135, Tier I Elite.

    "Well, it looks like we found our farming spot," Leon said with a calm smirk, drawing his weapon. Roselia stepped up beside him, her staff glowing faintly as she prepared her magic. Roman unsheathed his sword, its blade glinting ominously, while Millim cracked her knuckles, clearly eager for battle.

    Her two maids joined the fray with unwavering determination. Naval drew her elegant rapier, its blade gleaming under the dim light, while Lilian''s gauntlets ignited with black flames, radiating a menacing heat. Roselia unsheathed her twin swords, their polished edges reflecting her confidence and skill. Together, they moved to engage the horde of Hobgoblins, their presence bolstering the group''s already formidable strength.

 Chapter 141 Fifth Floor II

    The Hobgoblins roared in unison, their guttural cries echoing across the clearing as they charged toward Leon and his group. The ground trembled under the weight of their charge, and the air grew tense with the promise of battle.

    Leon raised his sword, its edge shimmering faintly with a golden aura. "Stick to the plan," he commanded, his voice cutting through the noise. "We take them in waves. Roselia, support with area control. Roman and Millim, keep them off the casters. Naval and Liliana, focus on the flanks."

    Roselia nodded, raising her staff high. A swirling vortex of ice and wind erupted from her hands, creating a barrier of freezing air that slowed the Hobgoblins'' advance. The front line hesitated, their movements hindered by the biting cold.

    Roman and Millim charged forward to meet the onslaught. Roman''s swordsmanship was impeccable, each swing calculated and efficient. He cleaved through the first Hobgoblin that reached him, its body crumpling to the ground in a heap. Millim, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of raw power. Her fists glowed with a fiery aura as she leaped into the fray, delivering bone-crushing punches that sent Hobgoblins flying.

    Naval and Liliana flanked the group, their movements graceful yet lethal. Naval''s rapier darted like a striking serpent, finding gaps in the Hobgoblins'' crude armor and dispatching them with precision. Liliana''s gauntlets, wreathed in black flames, ignited her foes on contact, their screams of pain mingling with the sounds of clashing steel.@@@@

    Leon stayed at the center of the formation, directing the flow of combat while delivering devastating strikes to any Hobgoblins that broke through. He activated Light Blade, his sword glowing brighter as he unleashed a flurry of slashes that tore through multiple enemies at once. The Hobgoblins'' numbers began to dwindle, but their Captain remained a looming threat.

    The Hobgoblin Captain finally stepped forward, its battle-axe raised high. With a roar, it slammed the weapon into the ground, creating a shockwave that disrupted the group''s formation. Roman was quick to react, planting his sword into the earth to steady himself. "I''ll handle the Captain," he called out, his eyes locking onto the imposing foe.

    "No, we''ll do it together," Leon replied, stepping beside him. The two warriors advanced toward the Captain, their coordinated movements honed from countless battles together.

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    "A Goblin traveling horde. And if there was a Hobgoblin Captain at such a minor camp, it means there''s an even bigger Goblin group out there¡ªhopefully somewhere in this forest too."

    Millim spoke as Leon nodded. "I guess your knowledge is up to date," he said.

    Millim''s face suddenly turned red. "W-what happened?" he asked, noticing her reaction.

    "N-nothing," she stammered, shaking her head. Leon shrugged, deciding not to focus on her behavior.

    Meanwhile, Liliana understood what had happened with Millim. "She completed the Marriage Pact with him," she thought. "I should have noticed this when she fed from his neck instead of his wrist," she mumbled to herself, glancing at Millim.

    With the Marriage Pact complete, Millim was now able to see some of Leon''s recent memories. However, even she couldn''t fully comprehend them. Her powerful Blood Memory skill wasn''t able to access anything related to the System within Leon.

    "Her life is now tied to him," Liliana thought, glancing at Leon. With the Marriage Pact completed, Millim could only feed from Leon, and if she didn''t, she would slowly fall into a deep sleep¡ªpermanently if Leon were to die, as she would no longer be able to drink his blood.

    "Sigh, what a worrisome matter," Liliana thought, shaking her head, though she silently vowed to help Leon.

    "Not that I''m in a position to strengthen him," she added inwardly, deciding to wait and see how this situation would unfold.

    Leon unaware, that eh once again got married for the second time without his knowledge kept walking to find the next Goblins settlement.

 Chapter 142 Against the Goblins

    After some time, they were able to find the next Goblin camp, The Hobgoblins horde also discovered them as they rushed at them.

    The group swiftly arranged themselves into a formation, leveraging their strengths to counter the Hobgoblin horde. Roman took the lead as the vanguard, his towering frame and massive sword serving as both a shield and a weapon of destruction. Millim and her maids flanked him, each contributing their unique combat styles to keep the advancing enemies at bay.

    Leon stayed at the rear, his eyes glowing faintly as he activated his Elemental Overlay ability, infusing his weapon with a crackling layer of lightning. The energy pulsed through the air, a reminder of the power he wielded. Roselia moved to his side, her twin swords spinning in a defensive arc as she summoned a protective barrier around the group.

    The Hobgoblins roared as they charged, their guttural cries echoing across the clearing. The Captain remained at the back, barking orders in a crude language that sent the lesser Hobgoblins into a frenzy. The sheer numbers of the horde were intimidating, but Leon''s group had faced worse odds before.

    Roman made the first move, slamming his sword into the ground with a thunderous force. The shockwave rippled through the earth, knocking several Hobgoblins off their feet. Millim wasted no time, leaping into the air with an agility that belied her strength. She came down with a devastating punch, her gauntlets glowing with energy. The impact sent a cluster of Hobgoblins sprawling, their weapons clattering uselessly to the ground.

    "Roselia, suppress the ranged ones!" Leon commanded, spotting a group of Hobgoblins armed with crude bows and arrows.

    Roselia nodded, her voice calm as she chanted a spell. Arrows of light materialized around her, shooting forward with unerring precision. The archers fell one by one, their weapons breaking apart as they crumpled under her assault.

    Meanwhile, Naval and Liliana moved like a well-rehearsed duo. Naval''s rapier struck with lightning speed, finding gaps in the Hobgoblins'' crude armor, while Liliana''s gauntlets delivered devastating blows, the black flames scorching their enemies. They weaved around each other effortlessly, their coordination flawless.

    Leon, observing the battlefield, noticed the Hobgoblin Captain finally making its move. It barreled toward Roman, its spiked battle-axe raised high. The ground trembled under its weight, and its roar sent chills through the air.

    The group collected the loot left behind by the Hobgoblins, including weapons, materials, and a few rare items that would fetch a good price or serve as upgrades. Among the drops was a glowing crystal shard, which Leon recognized as a Source Essence Fragment-A high tier leveling up material.

    "Perfect. This will help with the level grind," Leon said, pocketing the fragment.

    After another absorption and leveling up, Leon had now reached Level 92¡ªonly eight levels away from advancing to the next tier.

    "Great! Let''s continue at this pace. I think in three or four days, we might already be at Tier II, ready to advance safely," Leon said confidently. The others nodded in agreement.

    Roselia yawned and stretched. "Though, I think we''re due for a rest," she said, prompting Leon to pause and observe their surroundings. He nodded and the created the Rift, or rather summon the portal to his personal rift he acquired, some time ago.

    "you own a Rift?" Millim asked, tilting her head. Leon nodded. Find adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

    "Yeah, it''s here," he confirmed.

    Roselia chimed in, "After the Rift, we should head back to rest." Leon agreed. He opened the Rift, leading them into a base formed by him, Roselia, and Roman. The rift is an Mountain with lot of tunnel system inside though there are clear distinction of levels in it too, allowing them to clear the first few lower levels and transform the into their own places. Though there were still a few wandering monsters, they were mostly taken care of by two mischievous, mythical cubs¡ªVulcan, the Volcanic Dragon, and Aqua Raiden, the Blue Imperial Naga.

    These two creatures, no longer living in Arune Key Space, had grown out of their "cub" phase. Now resembling ten- or twelve-year-old children in human terms, they were capable hunters. Leon and the others had allowed them to live in the Rift, though they had sealed off the floors where higher-tier monsters resided.

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    The group settled into the Rift''s entrance chamber, a spacious area transformed into a makeshift camp. The glowing crystals embedded in the cavern walls emitted a soft, soothing light that provided both visibility and a sense of calm.

    Vulcan and Aqua Raiden bounded toward the group, their excitement evident as they carried small trophies of their own¡ªthe severed claws of monsters they had recently defeated. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire

    "Look, Leon! We hunted down some tough ones today!" Vulcan exclaimed, his fiery mane flickering with pride.

    Aqua Raiden nodded, her shimmering scales reflecting the ambient light. "They didn''t stand a chance against us. We''ve been practicing our coordination, just like you taught us!"

    Leon chuckled, ruffling Vulcan''s fiery mane and patting Aqua on the head. "Good work, both of you. Keep honing those skills; you''ll need them for the higher floors one day."

    The two cubs beamed, their childish enthusiasm undiminished despite their growing strength.

    Roselia sat down near the campfire that Roman had started, her twin swords resting against a nearby rock. "It''s hard to believe those two are the same cubs we hatched earlier back in Arune Key. They''ve grown so much," she said, smiling faintly.

    "Yeah, and they''re only going to get stronger," Roman added, stretching his arms as he warmed himself by the fire. "But for now, I could use some of that rest you promised."

    Leon nodded, glancing at the glowing portal leading deeper into the Rift. "We''ll stay here for the night. Tomorrow, we''ll clear the next set of levels. The monsters there should provide more experience and better drops."@@@@

    Millim plopped down beside Leon, resting her head on her hands as she stared into the fire. "Sounds like a plan. By the way, here''s my pet," she said, tapping her Arune key on her chest, it was shaped like an Staff-''Don''t she use Fans?'' Leon thought, but didn''t comment. It glowed faintly, and from it emerged a black wolf with a reddish, shadowy aura surrounding it.

    "Meet Benz," she said proudly, patting the wolf as it nudged her affectionately before turning its attention to the others. Spotting Leon, the wolf walked over and gently nudged him with its muzzle.

    " now, we are sitting near one such sealed location hence it feels like this way" he said pointing at a nearby wall.

    The night passed uneventfully, with the group taking rest, sleeping peacefully. By morning, everyone was refreshed and ready to tackle the next challenge.

    As they prepared to leave and step outside, Naval asked, "Why don''t we just ascend in this rift? I can sense powerful monsters here anyway."

    Leon replied calmly, "I''ve left this rift for them," gesturing toward their pets, who were still curled up together, sleeping peacefully. Aqua, in particular, was snoozing like a baby, her tail end tucked in her mouth as she sucked on it.

    "It''s a good place where they can train and grow stronger," Leon added.

    "Why don''t you let them out now?" Naval asked innocently, only for Liliana to deliver a swift chop to her head.

    "Why''d you hit me now?!" Naval protested, rubbing her head.

    "I was checking if your brain is functioning," Liliana replied impassively. She added, "Letting them go outside is like announcing to the world that we have powerful materials. They''d be hunted down for their bodies. That''s why this rift is ideal¡ªhere, they can grow freely as hunters while hunting the monsters around them."

    Naval nodded, finally understanding. "Yes, I almost forgot about the bastards who hunt pets for rare materials," she said, sighing.

    Leon nodded as well. "As long as you understand," he said, creating the portal once again.

    The group exited the rift, returning to the dense forest outside. Without wasting time, they began searching for their next prey, ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

 Chapter 144 Against the Goblins III

    Leon and the group strolled deeper into the forest, chatting casually as they moved. The distant sounds of goblin chatter didn''t faze them¡ªthey had already decided this area was theirs to clear out.

    The first goblin camp they came across was almost laughable. A handful of goblins sat around a poorly built fire, gnawing on scraps of meat. Leon didn''t even need to draw his weapon. With a flick of his hand, a surge of mana swept through the camp, sending the goblins flying. Millim darted in, her wolf Benz at her side, finishing off the stragglers with ease.

    "That''s one," Leon said casually, brushing dirt off his coat as they moved on.

    The next camp was a bit larger, led by a hobgoblin wielding a rusty sword. "Ooh, this one looks important," Naval teased, summoning a glowing arrow of energy. She loosed it, taking down two goblins before they could even scream.

    Millim laughed, her weapon crashing down on the hobgoblin, splitting its weapon in half before Benz leapt on it. "That wasn''t much of a fight," she said, pouting.@@@@

    Camp after camp fell in much the same way. Goblins charged out of their tents, only to be met with Leon''s effortless blasts of energy or Liliana''s precision magic. Mimi, her sleek black cat, prowled among the chaos, occasionally creating illusions to confuse the goblins and make them easier targets.

    Eventually, they came upon a larger camp, where a towering hobgoblin shaman waited in the center. Its staff glowed with faint red runes as it chanted something in a guttural tone. Shadowy figures began to rise around it.

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "Oh, finally something... not challenging but at least different," he said, his tone almost bored.

    The shaman raised its staff, but before it could finish whatever spell it was casting, Leon snapped his fingers. A sharp, concentrated burst of energy shot out, shattering the staff in one clean hit. The shaman froze, staring at the splinters in its hands.

    "That''s it?" Naval said, blinking.

    "Guess so," Leon replied with a shrug as Benz lunged forward, pinning the shaman to the ground. Millim patted her wolf on the head. "Good boy, Benz. You didn''t even need help for that one."

    The group continued their walk through the forest, leaving the remnants of goblin camps in their wake. "If this is the kind of resistance we''re going to face, we might as well take a break soon," Leon said, stretching lazily.

    "Yeah, yeah," Liliana replied, rolling her eyes. "Maybe next time we''ll find something that actually requires effort."

    Leon strolled forward, unconcerned by the chaos around him. The shaman locked eyes with him, its glowing staff aimed in his direction. A blast of dark magic shot toward him, but Leon raised a hand, effortlessly absorbing the attack.

    "Not bad," he said casually, "but not good enough."

    With a wave of his hand, a shockwave of energy erupted from him, sending the hobgoblins flying. The shaman staggered but managed to stay on its feet, snarling as it prepared another spell.

    Leon sighed, almost disappointed. "You really don''t learn, do you?"

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    This time, he didn''t wait. A precise burst of energy shot from his palm, striking the shaman directly in the chest. It let out a guttural cry as the dark magic around it dissipated, and it collapsed to the ground.

    "Well, that was a bit more effort," Leon said, dusting off his coat.

    "Not much, though," Millim said, walking over and nudging the fallen shaman with her boot. "Guess that''s all they''ve got."

    "Still, these totems are interesting," Liliana said, examining one of the shattered carvings. "They were trying to summon something. Good thing we stopped them before they succeeded."

    Leon shrugged. "Doesn''t matter what they were planning. They wouldn''t have stood a chance anyway."

    With the clearing silent once more, the group regrouped, ready to move on. "Where to next?" Naval asked, slinging her bow over her shoulder.

    Leon glanced at the horizon, the forest stretching endlessly before them. "Let''s keep going. There''s bound to be something worth our time eventually."

    And with that, they continued their hunt, leaving behind yet another defeated camp as the forest echoed with their triumph.

 Chapter 145 Tier II

    "Good, now we can go to Tier II," Leon mumbled, opening his eyes as he sat cross-legged position.

    After several days of hunting, they had finally collected enough resources to level up. Now, they were ready to ascend to Tier II.

    "Let''s level up, then," Millim said eagerly.

    Leon nodded, and he, Millim, along with her two maids, Naval and Liliana, all sat cross-legged, beginning to absorb the necessary energy to advance.

    Meanwhile, Roman and Roselia sat nearby, watching. They didn''t need to level up the same way, as their contract with Leon ensured they would always match his level automatically.

    They began absorbing the sources one by one. As Leon reached level 100, he took out the Source Essence Fragment and began absorbing it, preparing to break through the 100th threshold.

    With a steady flow of energy surging through him, he pushed past the final barrier and ascended to level 101¡ªthe first level of Tier II.

    [ Congratulations, Ascender, on reaching Level 101 and advancing to Tier II. ]

    [ Ascender, you have achieved an EX Rating in your trial results. ]

    [ All of your stats have increased by 3x. ]

    With the system''s notification, Leon felt a surge of power rushing through his body. His stats had increased significantly, and he could feel the difference immediately.

    "I''ll be damned," Leon muttered, marveling at the boost. Normally, ascending to Tier II would grant a stat multiplication between 1x and 2x, but thanks to his EX Rating, he had received a 3x increase¡ªa rare and powerful advantage.

    [ You have gained two new Arune Sub-Abilities. ]

    [ You have been awarded an Evolution Potion for advancing with an EX Rating. ]

    [ Your EX Rating has been degraded by one rank. ]

    [ You can restore it by completing a Trial when ascending to the next tier. ]

    Leon smirked. "Figured there''d be a catch after all these freebies."

    Leon stretched his arms, feeling the newfound strength coursing through him. His body felt lighter, his mind sharper, and his control over mana had improved drastically.

    Millim, Naval, and Liliana were also finishing their breakthroughs, their auras fluctuating wildly before settling down. They had all successfully advanced to Tier II, their power levels soaring to new heights.

    Millim cracked her knuckles. "Damn, that felt amazing!" She grinned. "I feel like I could take down a dragon now!"

    Naval smirked. "You? Take down a dragon? Maybe a baby one."

    World Piercer

    Absolute Hit ]

    And now he has gained two more Sub-abilities in it

    [New Sub-Abilities]

    1. Celestial Sundering

    With a single swing of the Trident, Leon can split space itself, severing anything within its range¡ªwhether it''s physical, magical, or even conceptual in nature.

    This ability ignores defensive measures, barriers, and even regeneration to an extent.

    The impact can create massive rifts that linger for a short period, disorienting enemies.

    2. Eternal Oblivion

    A special ability that allows Leon to mark an enemy. Once marked, any attack delivered by the Trident will accumulate Oblivion Stacks.

    Upon reaching a certain threshold, the target''s very existence is erased, leaving no remains, memories, or even records of them behind.

    Higher-tier opponents require more stacks, but once triggered, nothing can undo the effect. ]

    " nows, thats some good abilities" Leon mumbled as he looked at it.

    The Eternal Oblivion is powerful because, unlike Existence Erasure, which is a one-hit kill but has a high chance of being dodged unless the enemy is restrained, this ability allows Leon to continuously attack, stacking Oblivion Marks until the target is Obliterated¡ªsimple as that.

    Meanwhile, Celestial Sundering is another devastating ability. It can be used in siege warfare thanks to its sheer destructive force, capable of annihilating everything in its path without exception.

    Leon''s gaze shifted to the Evolution Potion in his inventory. It was an extremely rare reward, capable of evolving anything¡ªfrom skills and abilities to weapons and even equipment.

    "Hmm... what should I use it on?" he muttered, deep in thought.

    His first instinct was to evolve Trident of Destruction, It is an Mythical level powerful Arune Ability.

    After a moment, he decided.

    [ Trident of Destruction has evolved into Shiva''s Judgment ]

    [ Shiva''s Judgment: The supreme weapon of destruction, carrying the will of Lord Shiva himself. When thrown, it eradicates everything within a set range, leaving no trace behind. It is now unbreakable and can return instantly to the wielder''s hand.

    It can now even exist, without even having to spend another point of mana]

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    ''Now, that is so good" he mumbled as he saw the Mythical Arune Ability of his turned into an ??? class ability.

    "The Evolution potion is quite great, I hope I get another one" Leon mumbled looking at it as he oed his Status Screen.

    [ Ascender Name: Fang ]@@@@

    Class: Paradox Mage (???)

    Path I - Sage of Destruction

    Path II - Not yet chosen

    Secondary Class : World Destroying Berserker

    Title: Unique Class, Unique Ability, Child of Aether

    Legacy: Golden Magus , Blood Magus King, Alchemy Saint

    LVL: 101

    Rank: Tier II

    STATS

    AGI: 3000

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    VIT: 3000

    INT: 30,000

    STA: 3000

    STR: 3000

    HP: 30,000/30,000

    MP: 300,000

    Unassigned stat points: 10

    Hidden Stats

    Luck: ???

    Charm: ???

    Reputation: ???

    Special Stat

    Berserker : 10

    Condition: Healthy

    Cannot be countered by normal means¡ªonly Three Tier higher intervention can stop it.

    Can be controlled remotely, following Leon''s will.

    Expands over time, devouring entire landscapes if left unchecked.

    Legacy Skills :

    Golden Magus : Metal And Light Combination Attribute Skills magic upto Tier 10

    Blood Magus King : Blood Attribute Skills magic upto Tier 12

    Alchemy Saint (first Part) : Alchemy upto Tier VI

    Equipment

    Weapons: Plague Bearer Sword (Epic ,Growth), Elixir of Eternal Night (Legendary), Grimoire of Forbidden Rites (Epic) , Axe of Devastation, Sage Crown of Destruction... ]

    "All good," Leon mumbled, closing the status screen as he looked ahead. They had reached the Ogre camp. The ogres were large, muscular beings with powerful bodies. They wielded huge greatswords and clubs.

    "I guess I will select my second path later" Leon mumbled as the Ogre have already Spotted them.

    The ogres spotted them almost immediately, growling in warning as they began to charge. Leon, however, remained calm, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Let''s make this quick," he muttered to the group.

    Millim grinned, cracking her knuckles. "You got it!" she said, her voice full of excitement. Naval and Liliana prepared their stances, ready to take on the ogres alongside Leon.

    The first ogre reached them with surprising speed, swinging its massive greatsword. Leon easily sidestepped the blow, moving fluidly as he drew his own weapon, cutting through the air with a swift, precise strike. The ogre''s body crumpled before it even had a chance to react.

    "Nice one," Naval called out, taking down an ogre of her own with her owl swooping in to assist, attacking from the sky.

    Liliana, ever composed, summoned her Deception Cat, which blurred in and out of existence, confusing the ogres. She sent them into a frenzy of attacks, only for the cat to appear behind them each time, leaving them vulnerable to a quick strike from her sword.

    As the group systematically cleared out the ogres, Leon noticed one particularly large figure standing near the back, holding a massive club and looking unphased by the chaos around him. This one was different ¡ª an ogre shaman.

    Leon exchanged a glance with Millim. "This one''s for you," he said, knowing that Millim loved a good challenge.

    Millim''s eyes sparkled as she rushed forward, her pet Benz following closely behind. The shaman raised his hand, summoning dark energy, but Millim was faster. With a single leap, she closed the gap, delivering a crushing blow to the ogre shaman''s chest. The force of the impact sent the shaman crashing into the ground, his dark magic fizzling out of existence.

    "Too slow," Millim said, wiping her hands off in satisfaction.

    Leon shook his head with a grin. "Always showing off."

    With the last of the ogres dealt with, the group took a moment to catch their breath, surveying the battlefield. "That was easy," Leon remarked, his gaze drifting to the horizon. "We''ve got a long way to go."

    The clearing fell silent, the only sound the rustling of leaves as the last ogre slumped to the ground. Leon wiped his blade clean and sheathed it, glancing over at his companions, who were each catching their breath, but all with satisfied grins.

    Millim was practically bouncing with energy, her usual exuberance never far behind. "That was fun!" she cheered, her pet Benz wagging its tail in agreement as it trotted beside her.

    Naval gave a short, approving nod. "Efficient, as always," she said, her moon owl perched calmly on her shoulder, eyes scanning the surroundings for any more threats.

    Liliana, ever composed, sheathed her sword. "A waste of time, but effective," she commented, her black cat sitting beside her with a calm demeanor, its eyes glowing faintly.

    Leon smirked, giving them all a once-over. "We can call it a warm-up. Let''s keep moving," he said, nodding toward the deeper part of the forest where their next target awaited.

    "Always on the move," Millim quipped, but she was already heading in the direction Leon pointed.

 Chapter 147 Second Path

    "Now, that''s some interesting choices I got," Leon mumbled as Cherry sat on his shoulder.

    [Host should remember that taking other paths means not accepting the next class skills you get at Tier II,] she reminded him.

    Leon turned to her, frowning. "Huh? It wasn''t like that last time," he asked.

    [Last time, Host''s realm progression was also artificial,] Cherry explained.

    Leon nodded in understanding. After all, in the Trial World, his progress had been pseudo-progress¡ªtemporary and not truly connected to his real body.

    "So, this applies every time?" Leon asked, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

    Cherry nodded. [Yes, Host. The class Paradox Mage allows you to walk the path of all the mages present in the world and can even grant you access to new ones. But it also has its limitations. You can''t just learn all the skills from those class skill sets freely.]

    [However, Host continues to get one skill from each class every time you ascend to a new Tier,] she added.

    Leon fell into deep thought. "So, that means I can choose one skill to retain from the Sage of Destruction class," he mused.

    Cherry nodded in confirmation.

    "Hm, I''ll decide after selecting the next path, which is this," Leon said, pointing at one of the many choices laid out before him.

    [Sloth Demon Shaman]

    [Sloth Demon Shaman]

    A path that embodies the power of the Sloth Demon, a being of immense magical prowess that manipulates time, lethargy, and curses. This class specializes in controlling the battlefield by slowing enemies, weakening their will to fight, and unleashing devastating delayed magic. Despite its name, the Sloth Demon''s power is anything but weak¡ªit thrives in patience, ensuring victory by sapping its foes'' strength over time.

    Skills Gained:@@@@

    Eternal Lethargy (Active ¨C Area of Effect)

    Description: Releases a cursed wave of demonic energy, drastically slowing all enemies within a large radius. Affected targets experience sluggish movement, delayed reactions, and dulled senses, making them easy prey.

    Mana Cost: 500 MP

    Cooldown: 30 seconds

    Duration: 10 seconds

    Slumbering Wrath (Passive ¨C Stacking Effect)

    Description: The longer Leon stays idle or does not attack, the more power he accumulates. Every 10 seconds of inactivity increases his next attack''s damage by 20%, stacking up to 500%. When he finally strikes, all accumulated energy is unleashed in a single devastating blow.

    Leon smirked. "First, we gather information. Then, we find the strongest prey."

    Leon adjusted his stance as they walked through the bustling streets of Blackridge City, heading toward the Tower Association building in the city''s center. Unlike the first floor, where most Ascenders were still finding their footing, the people here were stronger, more refined in both aura and combat experience.

    The city itself was nearly identical to the one on Floor 1¡ªsame towering black stone structures, same organized districts¡ªbut the difference was in the details. The marketplaces were filled with higher-grade materials, weapon shops displayed enchanted gear far superior to what could be found below, and the overall tension in the air was heavier. Everyone here was stronger.

    "The structure of these cities really doesn''t change much, huh?" Roselia noted, her eyes scanning the surroundings.

    Leon nodded. "It''s designed that way so Ascenders can adapt quickly to each new floor. The only real difference is the difficulty curve."

    Naval and Liliana followed behind, quietly observing, while Roman remained calm, his gaze sharp as he analyzed the flow of mana in the air. Milim, on the other hand, was stretching lazily, unfazed by their surroundings.

    "So, what''s first?" Milim asked. "Finding an inn or checking out the Tower Association?"

    Leon smirked. "The Tower Association. We need to know what kind of trials and dungeons are available on this floor."

    Without wasting time, they moved through the city, heading toward the massive, fortress-like structure that served as the Tower Association''s headquarters.

    As they approached the Tower Association building, the atmosphere shifted. The structure was far more intimidating than any of the other buildings they''d seen so far, standing tall with sharp, angular architecture. Blackstone and iron-reinforced gates decorated the exterior, hinting at the level of seriousness the Ascenders on this floor had.

    At the entrance, two guardians, towering figures clad in full armor, stood watch. Their eyes flickered with a faint glow, an indication of the immense mana and power flowing through them. They didn''t need to say anything; their mere presence was enough to let anyone know that this floor was different.

    Leon stepped forward confidently, his group following closely behind. He didn''t flinch at the guardians'' stare; they were just a formality.

    One of the guardians spoke in a deep, resonant voice. "State your purpose."

    "We''re here to check in with the Tower Association," Leon answered smoothly, offering a brief nod. "We need to know what challenges and dungeons await us on this floor."

    The guardian considered him for a moment, his eyes scanning each of them. Roselia met his gaze with a calm expression, while Milim seemed almost too relaxed for the tense atmosphere. After a brief silence, the guardian nodded and stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter.

    "Go on. The Director is waiting for you."

    They passed through the massive doors, entering the main hall of the Tower Association. Inside was a large, open space filled with Ascenders, each of them immersed in their own business¡ªsome preparing for trials, others engaged in discussions. The room buzzed with a constant flow of energy, the aura of each Ascender palpable in the air.

    At the far end of the hall stood a tall podium, behind which stood the Director of the Tower Association. Unlike the others, he wore a long ceremonial cloak, adorned with intricate symbols representing each floor. His presence alone gave off a profound aura of wisdom and power.

    The Director spoke as they approached, his voice echoing through the hall. "Ah, new faces on Floor 5. Welcome. I trust you''re all prepared for what lies ahead?"

    Leon nodded, stepping forward. "We''re ready. We need information about the trials and dungeons available here, as well as any rewards or repercussions we should be aware of."

    The Director gave a subtle smile, as though expecting this. "Very well. For those of you ascending beyond Floor 4, you''ll find that the challenges here are far more difficult. It''s no longer just about combat skills, but strategic thinking and adaptability. The dungeons on this floor are multi-layered, and the monsters are not only stronger, but more intelligent. They adapt to your tactics as well."

    "Sounds like we''ll be busy," Roman said, his voice flat, but a slight hint of amusement in his tone.

    The Director continued, "You''ll also find that Ascenders no longer outnumber the monsters. The stakes are higher, and only those who prove their strength can proceed to the next level. But be warned¡ªfailure to clear a dungeon means penalties. Losing here can set you back, sometimes even severing your contract with the Tower itself."

 Chapter 148 New Floor new..

    "But I guess you guys already know this," he said as Leon nodded. "Staying in the Tower doesn''t mean death. No, rather, it means getting kicked out of the Tower. Only by acquiring a rare legendary-grade treasure can you jump back in. Otherwise, you can say goodbye to easy ascension in the Tower. Compared to the outside world, where death means death, this is still a better fate."

    They nodded as the Director then asked for their Ascender cards.

    "What about these two?" the Director asked, looking at Roman and Roselia.

    "My knight and my familiar-cum-girlfriend," Leon said, causing the Director to nod in understanding.

    "Alright, here you go," the Director said, registering them on the Fifth Floor. "You guys can roam freely and also take quests here."

    Leon nodded, taking back the Ascender card.

    "Happy ascending," the Director said as they left.

    As they came out of the Director''s office, they looked around. The bustling Tower Association was just as lively as it had been on the First Floor.

    "So, what now?" Milim asked.

    Leaning on the railing, Leon replied, "Well, let''s get our first quest here."

    They all nodded in agreement.

    Meanwhile, at a short distance from them, two humans observed Leon and his group from afar.

    "Are they the newbies?" a girl among the pair asked.

    The other, a guy who seemed like her follower, nodded. "Yes, they are the new Ascenders we detected."

    "Good," the girl grinned as she began walking toward them.

    As the girl approached, Leon''s group took note of her appearance. She had long silver hair tied in a loose ponytail, sharp emerald eyes, and a confident smirk on her face. She wore a sleek, black and gold combat outfit, adorned with a badge that marked her affiliation.

    Leon instantly recognized the insignia¡ªa golden dragon claw gripping a tower. It was the symbol of Draconis Fangs, one of the top guilds on the Fifth Floor.

    "Looks like we''ve caught the attention of some big shots already," Roselia muttered.

    The girl stopped in front of them, crossing her arms. "You''re the new Ascenders, huh?" she asked, scanning each of them with an appraising gaze.

    Leon simply nodded.

    She smiled. "I''m Selene Valtor, a recruiter for Draconis Fangs. Our guild keeps an eye on promising newcomers, and you guys seem... interesting."

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "And? What does that mean for us?"

    Selene smirked. "It means I''m here to offer you an invitation. Our guild doesn''t accept just anyone, but you''ve already made a name for yourselves¡ªeven before reaching this city. We''d rather have you with us than see you become potential rivals."

    Leon exchanged glances with his team. Joining a top guild would come with advantages, but it would also mean obligations. He needed to know more before making a decision.

    "What''s in it for us?" he asked, keeping his tone neutral.

    With that, the group left the lounge and made their way back downstairs to the main hall of the Tower Association. The Mission Board was a massive holographic screen, displaying various quests ranked by difficulty¡ªranging from D-rank to S-rank.

    Leon scanned the options.

    [A-Rank] Subjugate the Crimson Fang Bandits ¨C A dangerous gang causing havoc outside the city.

    [B-Rank] Investigate the Ruins of Tal''Varr ¨C Reports of strange creatures appearing near an ancient ruin.

    [C-Rank] Escort Merchant Caravan ¨C A merchant requires protection while traveling to another settlement.

    Milim pointed at the A-Rank mission. "This one sounds fun!"

    Roman sighed. "You just want to fight, don''t you?"

    Milim grinned. "Duh!"

    Leon chuckled. "We''ll take it then. Bandits shouldn''t be too hard, and we''ll get a feel for how strong people on this floor really are."

    He pressed his Ascender Card against the mission interface, accepting the quest. A notification popped up, providing detailed information about the bandits'' last known location.

    Roselia tightened the strap of her sword. "Let''s get moving then. No point in wasting time."

    With their first mission set, Leon and his team left the Tower Association, stepping out into the vast cityscape of the Fifth Floor¡ªready for their next challenge.

    Since the Mission was located near fifth Floor Capital City Velka, they went there first.

    As they moved through the bustling streets of the Fifth Floor''s capital city, Velka, Leon''s group took in their surroundings. Unlike the lower floors, the architecture here was more advanced, blending medieval fantasy with early industrial elements¡ªstone buildings reinforced with steel, magically powered street lamps, and armored guards patrolling in squads.

    The people were noticeably stronger as well. Almost everyone carried high-tier weapons, wore enchanted gear, and exuded strong mana signatures. Unlike the Adventurers of the lower floors, everyone here was an Ascender, each climbing the Tower for power, glory, or survival.

    "This place feels... different," Roselia muttered, keeping her hand on her sword.

    Leon nodded. "Yeah. It''s not just a city; it''s a battlefield where only the strongest survive."

    Roman smirked. "Exactly why we fit right in."

    As they walked, a few Ascenders turned to look at them, sensing that they were newcomers. Some gazes were indifferent, others curious, and a few even hostile. It was clear that in Velka, new Ascenders were seen as either future rivals or potential prey.

    "We should move quickly," Liliana suggested. "The longer we stay in the open, the higher the chance someone picks a fight with us just to test their strength."

    Leon agreed. "Let''s head straight to the bandits'' last known location."

    Mission: Subjugate the Crimson Fang Bandits

    Target: Crimson Fang Bandit Group

    Leader: Raldos the Crimson Wolf

    Location: Eastern Ruins, 12 km outside Velka

    Objective: Eliminate or capture the bandit leader and clear out the gang.

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    The ruins were outside the city, past the Outer Wilds, a dangerous territory filled with rogue Ascenders, wild beasts, and lawless zones where Tower rules didn''t apply.

    Milim cracked her knuckles. "This is gonna be fun!"

    Leon smirked. "Let''s see what the Fifth Floor has in store for us."

    With that, the group left the safety of Velka''s walls, heading toward their first real challenge on this floor¡ªthe Crimson Fang Bandits.

    As Leon and his group moved toward the Eastern Ruins, the atmosphere gradually shifted. The bustling, structured energy of Velka faded behind them, replaced by an eerie silence. The Outer Wilds stretched before them¡ªvast rocky terrain with crumbling stone pillars, ancient broken roads, and occasional remnants of what seemed to be an old civilization.

    "Feels like something straight out of a war zone," Roman muttered, scanning the surroundings.

    Liliana nodded. "And a perfect place for bandits to set up camp."

    As they advanced, Milim suddenly stopped, her sharp senses detecting something ahead.

    "Something''s watching us," she said, her voice low but excited.

    Leon activated Aether Sight, his eyes glowing faintly as he looked into the distance. Several red markers appeared on his vision, hiding behind the remains of crumbled walls.

    "Ambush," Leon stated. "Five of them, lightly armed but fast. They''re scouts, probably from the Crimson Fang."

    Roselia placed her hand on her sword. "Do we engage?"

    Leon smirked. "No need. Let them come to us."

    As if on cue, the bandit scouts lunged from their hiding spots, charging forward with dual daggers and short swords. Their movements were quick, enhanced by mana, but to Leon and his group, they were nothing but easy prey.

    Bandit 1 dashed at Leon, aiming to stab his side¡ªonly for Leon to sidestep and counter with Samsara Strike, his sword cutting through the bandit''s mana shield like paper.

    Milim jumped into the air, spinning mid-air before delivering a devastating Fist of the Tyrant, sending one bandit crashing through a boulder.

    Roselia moved with lethal precision, her Wind Cutter Slash decapitating a bandit before he could even react.

    Roman let out a laugh, dodging attacks with ease before using Infernal Chain Bind, locking two bandits in place before snapping their necks with a single strike. Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

    In less than thirty seconds, all five scouts were either dead or unconscious.

    Leon wiped the blood off his blade and smirked. "If this is all the Crimson Fang has, I''m almost disappointed."

    Liliana knelt beside one of the unconscious bandits. "Should we interrogate him?"

    Leon thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. Let''s see what kind of trouble we''re dealing with before we charge in."

    "Next time, we''re taking care of the small fries," Naval said, dissatisfied that she didn''t get a chance to fight any bandits, while Liliana calmly followed the group.

    Roselia crouched beside the unconscious Crimson Fang scout, gripping his wrist tightly as her magic pulsed through her fingers. The energy from her Binding Hex seeped into his body, preventing him from moving even if he woke up.

    "Wake up," she said coldly, slapping him lightly across the face.

    Milim chuckled. "That was fun. So, straight to the Obsidian Archway?"

    Leon''s eyes gleamed as he turned toward the ruins. "Yeah. Time to pay Drevan the Crimson Butcher a visit."

    The team moved swiftly through the ruined outskirts of the Obsidian Archway, their steps silent against the cracked stone. The deeper they ventured, the more the air grew thick with the scent of blood and steel, remnants of countless battles fought in this place.

    Leon held up a hand, signaling the group to stop. Using Aether Sight, he scanned ahead, his vision piercing through the shadows. He could see the Crimson Fang''s base¡ªa fortified camp nestled within the remains of a once-great temple. Several Ascenders patrolled the area, their red-cloaked armor marking them as Drevan''s elite.

    Roselia leaned closer. "How many?"

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Fifty in total, but they''re spread out. The real threat is Drevan."

    Roman smirked, rolling his shoulders. "Then let''s make some noise."

    Liliana shook her head. "No, a frontal assault is reckless. We take out their scouts first¡ªeliminate their ability to call for reinforcements."

    Leon nodded. "Agreed. Milim, you and Naval handle the left flank. Roselia, Roman, take the right. Liliana and I will clear the central tower."

    Without hesitation, they split into their respective teams.

    The team moved swiftly through the ruined outskirts of the Obsidian Archway, their steps silent against the cracked stone. The deeper they ventured, the more the air grew thick with the scent of blood and steel, remnants of countless battles fought in this place.

    Leon held up a hand, signaling the group to stop. Using Aether Sight, he scanned ahead, his vision piercing through the shadows. He could see the Crimson Fang''s base¡ªa fortified camp nestled within the remains of a once-great temple. Several Ascenders patrolled the area, their red-cloaked armor marking them as Drevan''s elite.

    Roselia leaned closer. "How many?"

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Fifty in total, but they''re spread out. The real threat is Drevan."

    Roman smirked, rolling his shoulders. "Then let''s make some noise."

    Liliana shook her head. "No, a frontal assault is reckless. We take out their scouts first¡ªeliminate their ability to call for reinforcements."

    Leon nodded. "Agreed. Milim, you and Naval handle the left flank. Roselia, Roman, take the right. Liliana and I will clear the central tower."

    Without hesitation, they split into their respective teams.

    **

    Milim crouched behind a broken pillar, watching as three bandits played dice near a stack of stolen goods. She turned to Naval, whispering, "Wanna handle this the fun way?"

    Naval grinned. "I was hoping you''d say that."

    With a flick of his wrist, his Shadow Chains shot out, wrapping around one of the guards and yanking him into the darkness. Before the others could react, Milim vanished in a flash of pink light, reappearing behind them.

    BOOM!

    A shockwave exploded from her fist, sending the remaining two crashing into the stone walls.

    "Too easy," she grinned, dusting off her hands.

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    Roselia moved like a shadow, her Blood Blades slicing through the throats of unsuspecting guards. Next to her, Roman grabbed a bandit by the neck, lifting him effortlessly before slamming him into the ground with a sickening crack.

    One of the guards turned to run, but before he could, Roselia snapped her fingers, and blood tendrils burst from his own veins, impaling him on the spot.

    Roman whistled. "Remind me not to get on your bad side."

    Roselia smirked. "You already are."

    Roman gulped.

    Leon and Liliana moved with purpose, their steps silent as they approached the watchtower where Drevan''s personal guards stood on alert.

    Leon flicked his wrist, sending a silent pulse of Aether Chains, which wrapped around a guard''s throat, choking the life out of him. Liliana followed up, using Blood Terror to freeze the others in place as Leon finished them off.

    With the area secured, Leon turned his gaze toward the main structure.

    "Only Drevan left," he muttered.

    Liliana licked her lips. "Good. I was getting bored."

    As the team regrouped outside Drevan''s chamber, they could feel an ominous pressure radiating from within. The air crackled with blood magic, and the ground itself seemed to pulse like a beating heart.

    Leon smirked. "Time to meet the Crimson Butcher."

    With a powerful kick, he blasted the doors open.

    Inside, Drevan stood waiting¡ªa towering man clad in black armor, his crimson greatsword dripping with fresh blood. His golden eyes gleamed with malice.

    "You''ve made a mistake coming here," Drevan growled, his voice like thunder.

    Leon cracked his neck. "We''ll see about that."

    The battle was about to begin.

    Drevan let out a deep, guttural chuckle, his grip tightening around his crimson greatsword. The very air around him rippled with blood magic, thick and oppressive.

    Leon stepped forward, his expression calm. His eyes glowed faintly as he activated Samsara Cycle Manipulation, letting the Aether of Destruction swirl around his fists.@@@@

    "Spread out," he ordered.

    Roselia, Milim, and Roman fanned out, surrounding Drevan. Liliana took a step forward, her Blood Terror radiating a menacing aura. Naval remained in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

    Drevan sneered. "Fools. You think I, the Crimson Butcher, will fall so easily?"

    Without warning, he lunged forward, moving far faster than his massive frame should have allowed. His sword sliced through the air, leaving a crimson arc in its wake.

    Leon barely dodged, twisting mid-air as the blade shattered the stone floor beneath him. Before Drevan could follow up, Roselia appeared behind him, her twin Blood Blades slashing at his exposed back.

    Clang!

    Drevan twisted his body unnaturally, blocking with his armored gauntlet before countering with a burst of blood energy, forcing Roselia back.

    Milim grinned, cracking her knuckles. "Alright, my turn!"

    She vanished, reappearing above Drevan. Her fist crackled with pure, condensed mana as she brought it down.

    BOOM!

    The force of her punch sent shockwaves through the room, shattering nearby pillars. Drevan blocked with his sword, but the impact still sent him skidding backward.

    "You''re strong," Drevan admitted, rolling his shoulders. "But I''ve slaughtered stronger."

    His aura erupted, turning the entire chamber blood red. His Crimson Domain activated, causing the very walls and floor to pulse as if alive. The space around them twisted, filling the air with phantom wails¡ªechoes of the souls he had slaughtered.

    Leon''s eyes darkened.

    This was no ordinary enemy.

    "Everyone," Leon said, his voice firm. "Do not let your blood touch the ground."

    "Let me show you how powerful my class is," she said, a crimson aura forming around her palm.

    A shimmering blood mist fell onto the body, slowly spreading across it. The moment it touched the flesh, a blood cocoon began to form, wrapping tightly around the corpse. The cocoon pulsed, condensing its energy into the body.

    Then, the transformation began.

    A dark crimson armor materialized, covering the figure as glowing red sigils appeared in its eyes. As the energy stabilized, the newly formed being rose to its feet and immediately knelt before Milim.

    "My Queen."

    The voice was deep, filled with unwavering loyalty.

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "Your class is Necromancer?" he asked.

    Milim shook her head. "No, it''s just a bloodline ability."

    She crossed her arms, watching the resurrected warrior. "My family''s legacy allows us to create an immortal army. Their rank depends on the quality of the body we use."

    She gestured toward Drevan''s now-armored form. "Like him¡ªhe turned into a Grand Knight."

    Leon examined the knight carefully. "Hmm... Blood Grand Knight, to be exact."

    His eyes narrowed. This wasn''t ordinary necromancy¡ªMilim''s power could raise warriors stronger than they were in life.

    A terrifying ability.

    Leon observed Drevan''s transformation with keen interest. The Blood Grand Knight stood tall, his crimson armor pulsing with energy as if alive. The aura around him exuded both dominance and eerie tranquility, a stark contrast to the lifeless corpse he had been moments ago.

    "This isn''t just reanimation," Leon muttered. "He''s stronger than before."

    Milim smirked. "Of course. Unlike necromancy, my ability doesn''t just bring back the dead¡ªit reforges them using my blood energy. The higher the body''s potential, the stronger the result."

    Leon crossed his arms. "And his loyalty?"

    Milim flicked her wrist, and Drevan instantly knelt again, his glowing crimson eyes locked onto her. "Absolute," she said confidently. "They retain combat instincts but lose all ties to their past life. They exist only to serve me."

    Leon exhaled sharply. "So, this is your family''s legacy?"

    Milim nodded. "Yes. Our greatest warriors don''t just die¡ªthey become eternal."

    Roselia, who had been silently observing, finally spoke. "And how many of these knights can you create?"

    Milim tapped her chin playfully. "Depends on the blood essence I have. Lesser beings make weak soldiers, but someone like Drevan? I can sustain around ten of his level at my current strength."

    Leon''s gaze darkened in thought. Ten knights at this level would be enough to wipe out entire elite squads.

    "Impressive," he admitted. "So, do they retain any special skills?"

    Milim grinned. "Let''s find out."

    She snapped her fingers, and Drevan vanished in a burst of speed, reappearing instantly behind Leon. His newly reforged body moved like a shadow, far faster than he ever had in life. His blood-infused blade stopped just before Leon''s neck, humming with latent power.

    Leon didn''t flinch. Instead, he smirked.

    "Fast," he acknowledged, raising a hand to push the blade aside. "But can he handle pressure?"

    Without warning, Leon released a burst of Aetheric force, sending a shockwave that forced Drevan back. The Blood Grand Knight dug his feet into the ground, skidding before regaining his stance effortlessly.

    Milim chuckled. "Oh, he''s sturdy too."

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    Leon cracked his knuckles. "Interesting. Let''s see what else he can do."

    Leon snapped his fingers, and three Dark Knights appeared, their black armor gleaming under the dim light. Each exuded a heavy, oppressive aura, their presence alone enough to make the ground tremble slightly.

    "You have a summoning ability?" Milim asked, her gaze fixed on the newly formed knights.

    "It''s more like creating them rather than summoning," Roselia answered, observing the Dark Knights carefully. "Though... purely in terms of experience, Drevan might still have the upper hand. The ones Leon created are new¡ªthey have power but lack battle instincts."

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    Roman nodded in agreement. "Yeah, raw strength doesn''t always win a fight."

    Leon smirked. "That''s exactly what I want to test."

    Milim returned his smirk with a playful one of her own. "Alright then, let''s see how well they hold up."

    She directed Drevan to attack one of the Dark Knights. The Blood Grand Knight rushed forward, his crimson blade slicing through the air with precision. But just as his attack was about to land¡ª

    Clang!

    The Dark Knight countered instantly, knocking Drevan''s blade aside and sending him flying backward with a powerful slash.

    Milim blinked in surprise. "Huh?"

    Leon chuckled. "They may not have experience, but their power is equal to mine." His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the battle unfold.

    Milim pouted, crossing her arms. "Tch. That''s annoying."

    Leon grinned. "You started it. Now let''s see how your knight recovers."

    Drevan crashed against the ground, but instead of groaning in pain, he immediately pushed himself up, his blood-red aura flaring. His glowing crimson eyes locked onto the Dark Knight who had countered him. Without hesitation, he charged forward again, this time moving even faster than before.

    The Dark Knight raised its sword in defense, but Drevan twisted his blade at the last second, deflecting the counterstrike and slamming his knee into the knight''s chest, causing the metal armor to dent slightly. Without giving it time to recover, Drevan spun and delivered a crushing downward slash, forcing the Dark Knight to stagger back.

    Milim smirked. "See? Experience always wins in the end."

    Leon watched with interest as his knight steadied itself, then immediately adjusted its stance. "True... but that also means my creations are learning as they fight."

    And as if proving his point, the Dark Knight suddenly moved with improved precision, mirroring Drevan''s earlier move and landing a solid counter-blow that sent Drevan skidding back.

    Milim''s smirk twitched. "Oh, come on!"

    Roman laughed. "Guess your blood knights aren''t as overwhelming as you thought, huh?"

    Milim rolled her eyes. "Tch. They''re still better."

    Leon chuckled. "We''ll see."

    The fight between the Dark Knights and Drevan continued, each exchange growing more intense. Sparks flew as metal clashed against metal, and the force of their strikes shook the ground beneath them.

    Roselia watched with a neutral expression, then glanced at Leon. "So... how many of these Dark Knights can you create?"

    Leon tilted his head, considering. "Right now? Around five at a time. But if I push my mana limit, I could summon more, though their strength would decrease."

    Milim crossed her arms. "Hmph. Then my Blood Grand Knight still wins in quality."

    Leon smirked. "Perhaps. But what about quantity?"

    Before she could respond, Leon snapped his fingers again, and two more Dark Knights materialized beside him.

    Milim stared at them, then at Drevan, who was still struggling against one Dark Knight.

    "...You''re an annoying bastard sometimes," she muttered.

    Leon laughed. "And yet, you keep challenging me."

    Milim huffed, folding her arms as she watched Drevan continuously adapt to the Dark Knights'' attacks. His movements were becoming sharper, more precise, and his blood aura was thickening, almost like he was feeding off the battle itself.

    Leon also noticed this and narrowed his eyes. Interesting. So her Blood Knights... evolve through combat?

    Leon smirked. "They are. Each one is equal to my level and power."

    Roselia crossed her arms. "That''s unfair."

    Leon shrugged. "Not my fault I''m broken."

    As they spoke, the doors of the Undead Monastery groaned open, and a wave of skeleton warriors and ghouls came rushing out.

    Without needing commands, the three summoned beings charged forward.

    The Mage of Ruin raised his staff, and a storm of destruction magic rained down, disintegrating dozens of undead in an instant.

    The Blood Mage spread his hands, and blood tendrils erupted from the ground, impaling enemies and absorbing their vitality to strengthen himself.

    The Radiant Golden Knight dashed forward in a flash of light, his golden sword slicing through enemies effortlessly, leaving behind shimmering trails of divine energy.

    Leon watched lazily, leaning against a broken pillar. "This should be entertaining."

    Millim grinned as she saw Leon''s powerful summons dominating the battlefield. Not one to be outdone, she raised her hand, and a crimson magic circle flared beneath her feet.

    "Alright, since you''re letting your summons handle things, I''ll do the same," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

    A surge of blood energy erupted around her, and two towering figures emerged.

    The Blood Grand Knight¡ªa massive warrior clad in crimson armor, his blade pulsating with the energy of the fallen. His presence alone radiated overwhelming power, and the undead around him trembled.

    The Dark Grand Knight¡ªa shadowy figure with jet-black armor, wielding a cursed greatsword that absorbed the very essence of the enemies it struck. Darkness coiled around him like living tendrils, making him appear almost spectral.

    As soon as they materialized, both knights knelt before Millim.

    "We await your command, my queen," the Blood Grand Knight declared.

    "We shall erase all obstacles," the Dark Grand Knight added.

    Millim smirked. "Then do just that."

    The two knights charged into the battlefield, tearing through the endless waves of undead with brute force.

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    Roman leaned against a nearby broken wall and sighed. "Well, this has turned into a contest, hasn''t it?"

    Roselia smirked, sitting beside him. "Let them have their fun. This is a good opportunity to see how powerful they''ve become."

    Leon chuckled. "Milim, I hope you don''t mind losing."

    Millim scoffed. "Oh, please. My knights are built differently."

    As they spoke, the undead hordes continued pouring out, but against their summoned champions, they stood no chance.

    The Mage of Ruin unleashed more destructive spells, reducing enemies to nothing but dust.

    The Blood Mage manipulated the battlefield, controlling fallen enemies like puppets.

    The Radiant Golden Knight clashed with the undead generals, his golden sword cleaving through their defenses effortlessly.

    The Blood Grand Knight brutally crushed enemies with raw might, each slash of his blade draining the life force of his foes.

    The Dark Grand Knight moved like a shadowy reaper, cutting down enemies before they even realized what happened.

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    As the battle raged on, Leon, Roselia, Millim, Roman, Naval, and Lilian sat on a large, broken stone near the entrance of the ruined monastery, watching their summoned champions tear through the undead army like a storm.

    The battlefield was a chaotic masterpiece¡ªflashes of golden light clashed with the dark energy of the undead, while spells of destruction and blood magic rained down like a divine punishment.

    At the far end of the monastery, atop a throne made of bones and cursed obsidian, the Arch Lich sat in eerie stillness.

    His skeletal fingers tapped against the armrest, his empty eye sockets glowing with malevolent green fire as he continued to conjure an endless horde of undead.

    Yet, even as thousands of skeletal warriors, ghouls, and wraiths emerged, they were nothing more than fodder to the elite summons Leon and Millim had unleashed.

    Leon leaned back, stretching his arms. "So, what do you guys think? How long will this guy keep summoning?"

    Roselia smirked, watching the fight. "He''s stubborn, I''ll give him that. Most dungeon bosses would''ve switched tactics by now."

    Millim scoffed, crossing her legs. "More like he''s just too stupid to realize he''s already lost." She glanced at Naval and Lilian. "What do you two think?"

    Naval, who was sharpening her daggers absentmindedly, shrugged. "If this was a real battlefield, I''d say he''s using us to measure our limits. But since he''s just an imprisoned dungeon boss, he''s probably just programmed to keep summoning until we kill him." Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

    Lilian, who was brewing tea¡ªyes, tea, in the middle of this undead slaughter¡ªsmiled gently. "Maybe he enjoys watching us struggle? Not that we''re struggling, of course."

    Roman laughed, taking a sip of the tea Lilian handed him. "At this rate, he''s the one struggling. He just doesn''t know it yet."

    Leon chuckled. "True. I''d say he''s filling the battlefield with corpses, but since Milim''s Blood Grand Knight keeps absorbing the fallen bodies, he''s basically working against himself."

    Millim smirked, watching her Dark Grand Knight impale a high-tier undead general with ease. "That''s why I love this ability. Endless enemies just mean endless resources."

    Meanwhile, On the Battlefield...Leon''s Golden Knight carved through the undead like a divine warrior, each swing of his sword releasing holy energy that disintegrated anything dark.

    The Blood Mage manipulated the battlefield, using the blood of fallen enemies to create spiked spears and explosive bursts that turned entire groups into mist.

    The Mage of Ruin cast a wide-range destruction spell, annihilating hundreds in a single blast.

    On Millim''s side:

    The Blood Grand Knight grew stronger with each kill, his crimson aura intensifying as he absorbed more blood and flesh.

    The Dark Grand Knight danced through the battlefield like a shadowy executioner, his greatsword shattering undead bones with every swing.

    After what felt like an hour of nonstop fighting, the Arch Lich finally moved.

    His bony hand gripped the air, and with a sinister voice that echoed through the monastery, he muttered:

    "Enough."

    A wave of death magic spread across the battlefield, and the surviving undead froze in place, awaiting their master''s next command.

    Leon smirked, leaning forward slightly. "Finally. I was starting to think he''d just let us farm him forever."

    Millim grinned. "So, what''s the plan? Do we let our summons finish him, or do we have some fun ourselves?"

    Roselia stretched. "I''m fine either way, but watching you two fight might be interesting."

    Roman nodded. "Yeah, we should at least test how strong he actually is before we crush him."

    Leon chuckled, standing up. "Alright then. Let''s see what this Arch Lich is really made of."

    The Arch Lich slowly rose from his throne, his tattered black robes flowing as waves of dark energy pulsed from his skeletal form.

    His ancient, hollow voice echoed through the ruins.

    "You mortals dare to mock me? You treat my domain as a playground? Then let me show you despair."

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    Naval and Lilian watched closely.

    Naval smirked. "Her knights are getting stronger."

    Lilian nodded, dark flames flickering around her hands. "She''s refining them in real-time."

    Millim pointed forward, and her knights lunged at the Death Guardian.

    The Blood Grand Knight clashed swords with the giant, absorbing the impact of the guardian''s massive blade without faltering.

    The Dark Grand Knight teleported behind, slashing through the guardian''s shadow, severing its ability to regenerate.

    Millim dashed forward, her blood magic forming crimson chains that wrapped around the Death Guardian''s arms, restricting its movements.

    She grinned. "Let''s see what happens when I drain an undead."

    With a snap of her fingers, the chains tightened, and the Death Guardian''s body began to collapse, its own cursed energy being drained and reforged into something else.

    Leon''s Vampire Warlord battled the Arch Lich up close, their blades clashing in a blur of red and green flashes.

    The Infernal Warlock unleashed hellfire explosions, disrupting the Lich''s casting.

    The Titan Slayer shattered the Arch Lich''s throne, cutting off its source of extra mana.

    The Arch Lich screeched. "NO! THIS CANNOT BE!"

    Leon raised his hand, a dark sphere forming. "This was fun, but I''m getting bored."

    He threw the sphere, and the moment it touched the Arch Lich¡ª

    ???? BOOOOOM!!!

    A silent explosion erupted, and the Arch Lich was erased from existence.

    Millim stood over the remains of the Death Guardian, now reforged into her newest creation:

    Blood Reaper Knight ¨C A fusion of the Death Guardian and her Blood Grand Knight, now possessing immense power and regeneration.

    Millim sighed, dusting off her hands. "That was easier than I expected."

    Leon shrugged, walking back toward the group. "It''s not our fault we''re overpowered."

    Roselia smirked. "Took you long enough."

    Roman chuckled. "Well, now that the dungeon boss is gone, we might as well loot the place."

    Naval stretched. "Fine by me."

    Lilian grinned. "Let''s see if this place had anything worthwhile before we move to the next dungeon."

    The dungeon trembled as the Arch Lich''s destruction sent shockwaves through the Monastery. The once-dormant ruins now pulsed with an ominous energy, as if something far worse had just awakened.

    Naval, gripping her rapier, glanced around. "Tell me I''m not the only one who felt that."

    Lilian, her dark flames flickering in reaction to the disturbance, narrowed her eyes. "No. Something else is here."

    Leon sighed. "Great. The Lich wasn''t the final challenge, was it?"

    Roselia, her golden-dark mana swirling, placed a hand on the cold stone walls. "No. In fact, I think... it was just a gatekeeper."

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    "Now that I think about it, we were never meant to kill the Arch Lich. That''s what most Ascenders do¡ªthey just keep him alive and use him as an unlimited source generation machine."

    "So why did we kill him?" Roselia asked, as Leon fell silent.

    He looked away, scratching the back of his head. "We kind of... forgot due to the competition."@@@@

    Everyone stared at him, their expressions ranging from shock to disbelief.

    "Wow," Roman muttered, looking at Leon as if seeing him in a new light. "You''re usually the most rational one, yet now you''ve made such an obvious mistake."

    Leon sighed, accepting the criticism. "Okay, fine. I got caught up in the moment and forgot the important part."

    They finally stopped to process the situation.

    "So, what should we expect now? You''re the one who read the quest description fully," Roselia asked.

    Leon responded without hesitation. "Well, now we''ll have to fight ten Arch Liches and a Death Lich all at once. So... basically, eleven times the strength of the previous Arch Lich we just faced."

    Everyone fell silent.

    Then, simultaneously¡ª

    "WHAT?!"

    "Hey, it also means eleven times the source generation," Leon added with a grin.

    Everyone turned to him with deadpan expressions.

    "That''s messed up," Roselia muttered.

    Then, the battle erupted.

    The Arch Liches raised their skeletal hands, summoning an endless tide of undead from the black mist swirling around them. The battlefield became a chaotic storm of magic, steel, and destruction as the summoned warriors clashed against the overwhelming forces.

    "This should be fun," Leon muttered, sipping from a conjured drink as explosions and spells illuminated the battlefield before them.

    The battlefield turned into a storm of chaos, spells, and steel as Leon''s and Milim''s summons tore through the endless waves of undead. Explosions of dark magic and golden radiance clashed, illuminating the eerie ruins with flashes of power.

    The Golden Knight was a beacon amidst the darkness, cleaving through skeletal warriors with effortless precision. Every swing of his radiant greatsword left golden arcs of energy, shattering dozens of undead at once. The sheer force of his attacks left craters in the ground.

    The Blood Mage, standing behind him, raised his hands, and crimson energy pulsed like a living entity. Rivers of blood surged forth, engulfing the enemies. Every undead that touched it was drained instantly, their bodies crumbling into dust as the Blood Mage absorbed their life essence. Continue your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire

    The Destruction Mage, on the other hand, operated with terrifying precision. With a flick of his fingers, unstable orbs of chaotic energy formed in the air before launching like meteors. Each impact resulted in massive explosions, tearing apart hordes of undead, sending their bones flying in all directions.

    Milim''s Blood Grand Knight was a different kind of terror. Unlike the Golden Knight, he didn''t simply cut through his enemies¡ªhe devoured them. His blade absorbed the blood of every fallen foe, growing stronger with each kill. His strikes became faster, heavier, more brutal, until he was nothing but a crimson whirlwind, leaving nothing but silence in his wake.

    Beside him, the Dark Grand Knight moved like a shadow given form. Where the Blood Grand Knight was raw power, the Dark Grand Knight was death itself. His blade did not cut flesh¡ªit severed souls. Every enemy struck by his weapon let out an ear-piercing wail before vanishing into oblivion. He danced through the battlefield, untouchable, his very presence corroding the enemies around him.

    At the back, the Death Lich and his ten Arch Liches observed the battle. Their hollow eyes flickered as they chanted in an ancient, forgotten language. The sky darkened further as thick clouds of death energy gathered above, forming a vortex of pure necrotic power.

    Milim frowned. "They''re getting serious."

    Naval adjusted her grip on her rapier. "They weren''t serious before?"

    Lilian smirked, flames flickering between her fingers. "Guess that means the real fight is about to begin."

    Roselia leaned on her staff, golden and dark energy crackling around her. "Do we still sit this one out, or do we step in?"

    Leon sighed, swirling his drink. "We wait. Let''s see how long our summons can last before we need to step in. This is still just a warm-up, after all."

    As if responding to his words, the Death Lich raised his staff, and the ground itself trembled. From beneath the battlefield, colossal skeletal warriors, each over ten meters tall, began to rise.

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    The battlefield trembled as the colossal skeletal warriors emerged from the depths, their hollow eyes glowing with an ominous light. Their sheer size and power dwarfed the previous undead, each one radiating an aura of death strong enough to cause the air itself to distort.

    The Golden Knight reacted first. With a mighty leap, he soared toward the nearest skeletal behemoth, his greatsword glowing with divine energy. He slashed down with a force that split the air, carving a golden arc through the monster''s chest. The undead titan staggered, but instead of falling, its body reassembled almost instantly.

    "Regeneration?" Roselia muttered, narrowing her eyes. "That''s going to be a pain."

    Meanwhile, the Blood Mage raised his hands, crimson tendrils surging forth to ensnare another giant. The blood coiled around its bones, seeping into the cracks, trying to corrode it from the inside. But the skeletal warrior resisted, its very existence fortified by the Death Lich''s overwhelming power.

    The Destruction Mage didn''t hesitate. He extended his hands, and a massive sphere of unstable energy formed above him. It crackled violently, distorting reality itself, before he hurled it forward.

    BOOM!

    The explosion was immense, sending shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. When the dust settled, one of the giants had been obliterated¡ªbut the others remained, stepping over their fallen ally as if it were nothing.

    Leon clicked his tongue. "They''re too resilient."

    Milim smirked. "Then we hit them harder."

    She turned to her Blood Grand Knight, who had already absorbed the essence of countless undead. His armor pulsed with dark crimson energy, his sword now a living entity of blood. With a silent nod, he dashed forward, moving with impossible speed for his size. His sword cleaved into a titan''s leg, slicing through bone like butter. The skeletal giant collapsed, but before it could regenerate, the Dark Grand Knight appeared behind it, plunging his soul-draining blade deep into its skull.

    The giant let out a soundless wail before crumbling into dust.

    "One down," Naval said, twirling her rapier. "Nine to go."

    The Death Lich, watching from his throne, finally stirred. He raised his staff, and a black sigil appeared in the sky, twisting and shifting as it expanded.

    Lilian''s eyes narrowed. "That''s¡ª"

    Before she could finish, a storm of black flames erupted across the battlefield. It swallowed everything in its path¡ªundead, summons, even the very ground itself. The world seemed to tremble as the cursed inferno spread.

    Milim frowned. "That bastard just used Abyssal Hellfire."

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    Without waiting for permission, both maids dashed forward. Naval moved like a ghost, her rapier piercing through the weak points of the Reaper Lord''s armor with pinpoint precision. Lilian, on the other hand, took a more direct approach¡ªher gauntlets burned with Dark Hellfire, and with a single punch, she shattered one of the undead behemoth''s legs, causing it to collapse with a deafening crash.

    Roman chuckled. "So much for sitting this one out."

    Roselia crossed her arms, watching with mild amusement. "At this point, it''s just a contest to see who can kill the most."

    Meanwhile, the Blood Mage had finally completed his incantation. The blood from the battlefield surged toward him, forming a massive, grotesque Blood Hydra that screeched as it lunged toward the Death Lich''s throne.

    The Death Lich raised his hand, summoning a Doom Barrier, but the hydra smashed into it with terrifying force, sending cracks splintering through the magic.

    Leon smirked. "Time to end this."

    He snapped his fingers, and the Destruction Mage released the Condensed Oblivion Sphere, sending it hurtling toward the throne. The Death Lich''s hollow eyes widened in the briefest moment of recognition¡ªbefore the sphere collided with his form, engulfing everything in a brilliant explosion.

    The battlefield fell silent.

    The Abyssal Hellfire dissipated.

    The Death Lich''s throne crumbled.

    Leon leaned back. "Well, that was fun."

    Milim crossed her arms. "And we got eleven times the mana sources for future use."

    Naval sheathed her rapier. "At this rate, we''ll be overpowered before we even reach the real threats."

    Roselia sighed. "That depends on how reckless Leon gets next."

    Leon only grinned. "Let''s take the rewards and find out."

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    As the dust settled, the battlefield was left eerily silent. The towering skeletal behemoths had crumbled into nothing, and the remnants of the Death Lich''s army dissipated into wisps of dark mist. The only thing left standing was the throne, now cracked and barely holding together.

    Leon stretched his arms. "Alright, loot time."

    Milim rolled her eyes. "You say that like we''re playing a game."

    Roselia walked over to what remained of the Death Lich''s throne and raised a hand, her Golden Magus Legacy activating as a golden rune appeared beneath her feet. The throne trembled before shattering completely, revealing a hidden altar beneath it.

    A dark crystal pulsed in the center of the altar, surrounded by floating Lich Cores¡ªglowing spheres of concentrated undead mana.

    "Jackpot," Roman muttered, stepping forward. "These cores can be used to craft high-tier necromantic artifacts... or fuel powerful dark magic rituals."

    Leon grinned. "Which means we can use them to strengthen my Origin Conjurer summons."

    Naval smirked, twirling her rapier. "Or sell them for an absurd amount of money."

    Lilian, still bathed in dark flames, crossed her arms. "Honestly, I wouldn''t mind keeping a few for myself. They could enhance my dark flames."

    Milim approached the dark crystal, her Blood Grand Knight and Dark Grand Knight standing behind her like silent guardians. She placed a hand on the crystal, and it pulsed in response.

    "This isn''t just any crystal," she muttered. "It''s an Undead Heart¡ªthe condensed core of countless fallen souls. If we absorb it, our summons will become far stronger."

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "And what happens if we don''t absorb it?"

    Roselia adjusted her gloves. "Then it will eventually reform into another Death Lich... possibly stronger than the last one."

    Roman chuckled. "So we either take the power or let another boss spawn?"

    Leon smirked. "Sounds like a no-brainer."

    Their fanatical belief centered around a mysterious figure known as the Mother of Light¡ªa being whose existence was never truly proven. No records, no relics, not even a trace of her reign existed. Yet, her followers believed in her with unwavering faith, guided by the words of their Prophet¡ªa man who preached her supposed divinity, performed miraculous feats, and used these displays to solidify her as a deity in the eyes of his disciples.

    Under his leadership, the religion grew into an empire, forcibly converting every land they conquered. Those who refused to embrace their faith were labeled heretics and either executed or enslaved. They waged holy wars against entire nations, all in the name of their fabricated deity, bringing ruin to countless innocent lives.

    But their arrogance led to their downfall.

    A single man¡ªa boy who lost his parents to their senseless crusades¡ªrose up against them. Fueled by vengeance, he trained relentlessly, forging himself into an unstoppable force. And when he returned, he brought absolute destruction.

    One by one, he slaughtered their ranks, piling their souls upon their own sacred altars. He cursed their spirits, binding them to their ruined sanctuary and condemning them to an eternity of suffering, forever worshiping a goddess who never came to save them.

    Because she never existed.

    Their so-called Prophet had orchestrated everything. He had exploited their fears and hopes, manipulating them with false miracles to build his own empire. In the end, he alone remained¡ªthe final tormented soul, trapped within the ruins of his own creation.

    Now, the Divine Ruins stood as nothing more than a tragic testament to blind faith and deception¡ªan eerie, cursed dungeon filled with wandering souls, doomed to suffer for eternity.

    And Leon''s party was about to raid it.

    As Leon''s party approached the Divine Ruins, an unsettling silence hung in the air. The once-grand temple, now reduced to a crumbling husk, loomed before them, its towering statues of the so-called Mother of Light covered in cracks and dried blood. Faint, ghostly whispers drifted through the ruins, a mixture of prayers, sobs, and screams¡ªremnants of the tormented souls bound to this place.

    Milim stepped forward, her crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light. "So, this place is basically a giant graveyard of delusional fanatics, huh?" she muttered, glancing at the shattered stained glass windows depicting holy battles that never truly happened.

    Roselia smirked. "Not just a graveyard¡ªa dungeon of eternal suffering." She extended her staff, golden runes shimmering along its surface. "And we''re about to make it even worse for them."

    Roman chuckled darkly, resting his massive sword on his shoulder. "The irony of a ''Holy Sanctuary'' turning into a cursed nightmare... poetic justice, if you ask me."

    Naval and Lilian stood close, scanning the area cautiously. Unlike the others, their expressions were serious.

    "Don''t underestimate this place," Naval warned, gripping her rapier. "These souls are not just lingering¡ªthey''re desperate. They''ve been waiting for centuries to lash out at the living."

 Chapter 156 Divine Ruins

    "Don''t underestimate this place," Naval warned, gripping her rapier. "These souls are not just lingering¡ªthey''re desperate. They''ve been waiting for centuries to lash out at the living."

    Lilian cracked her knuckles, dark flames flickering around her gauntlets. "Let them try. I could use a proper warm-up."

    Leon remained silent, his gaze locked on the ruined temple''s massive gates, where a faint golden glow pulsed ominously. Without a word, he raised his hand, activating Origin Conjurer.

    Immediately, three figures materialized beside him¡ªeach one equal to his level and power.

    A Golden Knight, clad in radiant armor that seemed to hum with divine energy, his sword exuding an aura of absolute destruction.

    A Destruction Magus, his robes shifting like a void of nothingness, eyes burning with chaotic energy.

    A Blood Magus, her presence alone making the air feel heavier, her hands dripping with liquid crimson as if reality itself bled at her command.

    Seeing this, Milim scoffed and summoned her own forces¡ªtwo warriors standing beside her:

    A Blood Grand Knight, his crimson armor pulsing with raw strength, his eyes glowing with an eerie hunger for battle.

    A Dark Grand Knight, his body cloaked in shadows, his twin greatswords humming with cursed energy.

    At their backs, Naval and Lilian stood ready, prepared to assist when needed.

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    The ground beneath them rumbled, the whispers turning into agonized wails.

    From the depths of the ruins, the first wave of cursed souls emerged¡ªhundreds of wretched spirits, their hollow eyes filled with endless torment. Behind them, skeletal knights and fallen paladins in rusted holy armor began marching forward, their golden halos now blackened and cracked.

    A single monstrous presence manifested behind the Prophet¡ªa Death Lich, its form wrapped in a black shroud, its skeletal fingers gripping a staff dripping with condensed death mana. Its hollow eyes gleamed with boundless malice as it whispered a single word:

    "Oblivion."

    A pulse of necrotic energy surged across the battlefield, making even Milim''s knights momentarily falter. The air grew heavier, and the souls that had been slain rose once more, their forms stronger and more twisted than before.

    From their vantage point, Leon, Milim, Roselia, Roman, Naval, and Lilian watched the unfolding chaos.

    "So," Milim grinned, resting her chin on her hand. "That''s eleven times the strength of our previous fight."

    Leon exhaled, watching his summons clash with the overwhelming numbers. "Yeah... but on the bright side, it also means eleven times the mana and materials."

    Roselia shot him a deadpan look. "Only you would turn this nightmare into a profit calculation."

    Roman chuckled darkly. "Well, he''s not wrong. But the real question is¡ªdo our summons have the endurance to finish this without our help?"

    Naval and Lilian exchanged glances, their hands gripping their weapons tighter.

    Milim stretched. "I guess we''ll find out."

    Leon''s Golden Knight met the charge of an Arch Lich, their weapons clashing in a thunderous impact that sent shockwaves rippling through the ruined cathedral. The undead king hissed, raising a hand, and golden chains of cursed divinity lashed toward the knight¡ªonly for the warrior''s blade to cleave through them effortlessly, his divine aura suppressing the corrupted power.

    The Destruction Magus unleashed a barrage of black lightning, each strike causing massive implosions that swallowed entire waves of undead. However, the Death Lich merely raised a single bony finger, and an eerie anti-magic field pulsed outward, nullifying the Magus''s devastating attacks.

    Meanwhile, the Blood Magus weaved through the battlefield, manipulating the blood of fallen enemies to craft devastating attacks. She raised her hand, and the battlefield was painted crimson¡ªveins of pure blood magic forming spiked tendrils that pierced through the resurrected undead. Yet, despite her efforts, the Death Lich''s power ensured that nothing truly died¡ªevery fallen warrior would rise again, stronger than before.

    On Milim''s side, her Blood Grand Knight roared as he cleaved through undead in rapid succession, his greatsword absorbing the essence of the fallen, making him even more monstrous in power. His very presence caused the battlefield to tremble, and each of his swings shattered the sound barrier.

 Chapter 157 Divine Ruins II

    On Milim''s side, her Blood Grand Knight roared as he cleaved through undead in rapid succession, his greatsword absorbing the essence of the fallen, making him even more monstrous in power. His very presence caused the battlefield to tremble, and each of his swings shattered the sound barrier.

    The Dark Grand Knight, in contrast, moved like a ghostly executioner, teleporting from shadow to shadow, cutting down even the elite Death Lich guards before they could react. However, the Prophet watched from his throne of bones, his skeletal fingers forming intricate symbols in the air.

    Suddenly, the battlefield froze.

    A blinding golden sigil appeared in the sky, covering the ruins in an oppressive, divine light.

    The Prophet grinned, his decayed face stretching grotesquely. "You fools think you can stand against the true will of faith? Even if I am false, faith itself is a power you cannot erase!"

    The sigil exploded, sending out divine purification waves, attempting to erase all unnatural existences¡ªincluding the summons.

    From their vantage point, Milim clicked her tongue. "Tch, annoying. If this light wipes out our summons, we''ll be forced to fight personally."

    Leon, however, smirked. "Not necessarily."

    He raised his hand, and a pulse of Origin Mana spread out from his body, forming a barrier of absolute neutrality¡ªa concept-defying shield that negated both divine and necrotic energy alike. The purification wave broke against it like waves crashing upon an immovable cliff.

    "Not bad," Roselia mused, her golden eyes gleaming. "But we still need to do something about that Death Lich. As long as it exists, the undead won''t stop reviving."

    Roman cracked his knuckles. "Then why don''t we kill it ourselves?"

    Leon chuckled. "Because this is our summons'' fight. If they can''t handle an opponent like this, then we''ll never be able to reach the next level of power."

    Milim nodded. "Fine. But if they start losing, I''m stepping in."

    Leon shrugged as he looked at his summons. "Hmm, undead with holy magic immunity... I wonder if I can get something like that," he mumbled as he gazed at the Prophet undead.

    Soon, his summons had cleared out the normal Arch Liches, who were most likely former Archbishops and high-ranking priests of the church. This left only the Death Lich¡ªthe Pope or Prophet¡ªthe true boss of this dungeon.

    Leon snapped his fingers, recalling his summons. The boss had a modified trait that prevented any damage from their attacks. He practically just sat there, unaffected, while Leon''s and Milim''s summons attacked him at full force¡ªbut nothing happened.

    "I guess we have to do it ourselves," Leon said as they nodded.

    "No, I''m doing it alone," he added, stepping forward.

    Roselia and Roman shrugged, calmly lying on the bed of stone, while Naval protested. However, Lilian covered her mouth and dragged her back. Millim, without saying anything, just sat back as well.

    "Now, what should I use?" Leon mumbled, eyeing the Prophet. The undead was clad in white and gold robes, with a strange sigil embroidered like a badge on his chest. He stared at Leon, his golden flames flickering within his hollow eye sockets.

    "Do you wish to change me, mortal?" the Prophet asked, his voice eerily calm.

    Leon smirked. "Change you? Don''t overestimate yourself." He cracked his neck and continued, "To me, you''re nothing but an ant I can crush effortlessly."

    The Prophet Priest slowly stood up, golden aura flaring around him. "You dare to defy the Saint of the Mother of Light?" he asked, his presence growing heavier.

    Leon simply stared at him and said, "Yes. I''m going to smack you."

    With that, he summoned his Axe of Annihilation.

    The massive axe materialized in his hand, landing with a thunderous impact on the ground. The sheer weight of the weapon caused deep cracks to form beneath it, showing just how terrifying its raw power was.

    Silence followed.

    Millim and the others, who had been casually watching from the side, blinked in surprise.

    Naval let out a low whistle. "Damn," she muttered.

    Lilian grinned, stretching her arms. "He''s always so brutally efficient."

    Roselia yawned. "Hmph. Took him long enough."

    As the dust settled, the Prophet was revealed¡ªhalf of his body missing, golden fire leaking from his wounds. He barely clung to existence.

    Leon walked toward him, dragging his axe along the ground.

    "This isn''t possible..." the Prophet wheezed.

    Leon crouched down, staring into the flickering flames of his enemy''s hollow eyes.

    "You talk too much," Leon said with a smirk.

    Then, with one final swing, he erased the Prophet from existence.

    With his death, only a few drops appeared this time, unlike before.

    The first item was Light Faith [Pope''s Robes], a holy attire designed for priest-type classes. However, none of them specialized in such magic, making it useless to their group.

    The second item was a skill book titled "Word of Charisma." It was a legendary skill that granted its wielder the power to make others listen and obey when they spoke.

    "He probably used this skill to build his empire," Leon mused as the others nodded in agreement.

    "Now, let''s get out of here," he said, stretching.

    With that, they left the Divine Ruins after completely destroying them.

    Though, as always, the ruins would rebuild themselves within 24 hours.

    As they left the Divine Ruins, the group stepped onto the worn stone pathway leading back to the city. The air was thick with the lingering remnants of holy energy, but Leon barely spared it a glance. The ruins would restore themselves soon, like a cycle doomed to repeat itself.

    Millim stretched, letting out a yawn. "That took longer than expected," she muttered.

    Naval, still brushing dust off her rapier, scoffed. "More like someone decided to solo the boss instead of letting us help."

    Lilian chuckled, crossing her arms. "Not that it mattered. He handled it just fine."

    Roselia and Roman walked slightly ahead, engaged in their own conversation.

    "This skill book is broken," Roselia commented, flipping through the Word of Charisma book. "If someone weak had it, they could still control an entire kingdom."

    Roman nodded. "It''s a weapon in the wrong hands. You keeping it?"

    Leon glanced at her and shrugged. "I''ll hold onto it for now. Might be useful."

    As they neared the city gates, the warm glow of lanterns and streetlights came into view. The city was still bustling despite the late hour, with merchants closing their stalls and adventurers lounging in taverns. The air smelled of roasted meat, ale, and fresh bread, a sharp contrast to the cold, eerie ruins they had just left.

 Chapter 158 Recruiter

    Leon and his party were sitting and enjoying their meal, sharing light laughter and conversation, when someone suddenly barged in and sat with them.

    "Sorry, mate, but the table is fully booked," Leon looked at the bulky man and said casually. However, the man ignored him completely and instead grabbed the bread from Roselia''s plate, giving her a dirty look.

    "I guess it''s time for some exercise," Leon chuckled as he swiftly moved his hand, landing a punch on the bulky guy. The carefree intruder suddenly felt a powerful impact on his chest before he was sent flying out of the inn, crashing through the walls.

    "That''s gonna cost you," the innkeeper remarked.

    Leon tossed him some money. "That should cover it."

    The innkeeper caught the money bag, weighed it in his hand, and smirked. "It''ll do," he said, nodding before walking away. Read exclusive adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

    Leon then stood up and turned his attention to the ones who had arrived with the bulky man. His eyes gleamed dangerously as he spoke in a cold voice, "You guys have three seconds to explain who the hell you are before I begin my massacre."

    The remaining men exchanged nervous glances, clearly unsettled by Leon''s words. One of them, a lean man with sharp features and a dark green coat, stepped forward cautiously, raising his hands in a non-threatening gesture.

    "Wait! We''re not here to pick a fight," he said quickly. "That idiot acted on his own." He shot a glare toward the hole in the wall where the bulky man had disappeared.

    Leon remained standing, arms crossed, his piercing gaze demanding an explanation.

    The man cleared his throat. "We''re recruiters from the Silver Vortex Guild, one of the top ten guilds dominating the fifth floor. Our leader sent us after hearing about your group''s achievements. We came to extend an invitation."

    Roselia scoffed, leaning back in her chair. "And you thought the best way to do that was by stealing our food?"

    The recruiter sighed. "Yeah... not our best approach."

    Kara tapped her fingers on the table, unimpressed. "Silver Vortex, huh? Never heard of you."

    The recruiter clenched his jaw but kept his composure. "We control three major territories on the fifth floor, and our guild ranks among the top contenders in the ongoing Dungeon Conquest. We''ve seen how you cleared the Undead Monastery and the Divine Ruins and handled the elite monsters like it was nothing. We know talent when we see it."

    Leon smirked, sitting back down. "And what exactly do you offer?"

    The recruiter''s eyes gleamed. "We provide resources, dungeon intel, top-tier equipment, and a solid alliance with other high-ranking guilds. In return, we expect strength, loyalty, and results."

    Leon chuckled, resting his chin on his hand. "Interesting. And if I refuse?"

    The recruiter hesitated before replying carefully, "Then we won''t force you. But... not everyone on the fifth floor is as polite as us. The top guilds are always in competition, and unaffiliated parties like yours tend to get targeted¡ªwhether for recruitment or elimination."

    Leon''s smirk widened. "Is that a threat?"

    Selene smirked. "Straight to the point. I like that."

    The masked man from Eclipse Covenant tilted his head. "The fifth floor is not like the lower levels. Here, only those with influence survive. Power alone won''t be enough."

    Leon grinned. "Good. That means it won''t be boring."

    The tension in the air thickened as more guild representatives began arriving, each eager to claim Leon and his formidable group before their rivals did.

    And Leon? He was just getting started.

    As more recruiters gathered, the street outside the inn became a spectacle. People whispered among themselves, recognizing the powerful guilds now competing over a single group.

    Leon, standing at the center of it all, remained unimpressed. His arms were crossed, eyes scanning each representative like a predator evaluating its prey. Roselia stood beside him, her crimson eyes glowing faintly, while Roman kept his hand near his sword, ready for anything. Millim, on the other hand, seemed more entertained than concerned, a smirk playing on her lips as she leaned against Liliana, who remained composed alongside Naval.

    Selene Nightshade from Obsidian Fang took a step forward, keeping her confident smile. "You want a reason why you should consider us? Simple¡ªwe don''t just rule the fifth floor, we shape its future. Aligning with us means securing a place among the true power players of this dungeon."

    Leon let out a short chuckle. "And yet, you still feel the need to recruit me."

    Before Selene could respond, the masked leader of Eclipse Covenant spoke. "The fifth floor is a battlefield of factions, but alliances determine who truly reigns. We offer knowledge¡ªsecrets even the so-called rulers of this floor don''t possess." His voice was calm but carried a sinister undertone.

    Leon tilted his head slightly. "Intriguing. But I don''t make decisions based on empty words."

    A third voice interrupted, coming from a muscular man clad in heavy enchanted armor, bearing the crest of Titan''s Wrath, another top guild. "Enough talk. Strength speaks louder than words." He cracked his knuckles, his eyes locked onto Leon. "Let''s settle this the proper way. A duel. If you win, we''ll leave you alone. If I win, you join our guild."

    The onlookers gasped. A direct challenge from Titan''s Wrath wasn''t something to take lightly.

    Roman took a step forward, gripping his sword. "If you think Leon will accept such a ridiculous deal¡ª"

    Leon raised a hand, stopping him. A smirk stretched across his face. "A duel, huh?" His golden eyes gleamed with excitement. "Fine. But let''s make it more interesting."

    The armored warrior narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

    Leon''s aura flared slightly, a teasing grin on his lips. "If I win, you''ll owe me. All of you." His gaze swept over the gathered guilds. "Every single guild present here will owe me a favor."

    A murmur spread through the crowd. That was a dangerous wager.

    Selene laughed softly. "Bold. I like it."

    The warrior from Titan''s Wrath grinned, cracking his neck. "Then let''s not waste any time."

    The tension reached its peak as a battle circle was formed in the middle of the street. The duel was about to begin, and the entire fifth floor would soon learn why Leon was someone they couldn''t afford to underestimate.

 Chapter 159 Recruiter battles

    The street buzzed with anticipation as the makeshift battle circle formed. On one side stood Leon, exuding an aura of effortless confidence, his golden eyes gleaming with excitement. Opposite him was Garron Ironhide, a veteran warrior of Titan''s Wrath, his massive frame clad in enchanted plate armor. His sheer presence radiated dominance, his fists wrapped in gauntlets designed to shatter steel.

    The recruiters from Obsidian Fang, Eclipse Covenant, and other top guilds watched closely, their expressions a mix of curiosity and caution.

    Garron cracked his knuckles, smirking. "I hope you''re ready, boy. I don''t hold back."

    Leon grinned, rolling his shoulders. "Good. It''s been a while since I''ve had a warm-up."

    A guild official from the Adjudicator''s Pact, a neutral governing faction of the dungeon, stepped forward to officiate the match. "This duel is set under standard combat rules¡ªno outside interference, no lethal attacks, and no fleeing. Victory is declared when one side is unable to continue or surrenders."

    Leon tilted his head. "Lethal attacks are off the table? Tsk, that''s a shame."

    Garron narrowed his eyes. "Cocky little¡ª"

    "Begin!"

    The official''s voice barely faded before Garron lunged, his speed belying his size. His gauntlet-clad fist shot forward, aiming to crush Leon with a single devastating punch.

    BOOM!

    The air rippled as the sheer force of his strike displaced dust and debris. But¡ªLeon was gone.

    Garron''s fist struck nothing but air. His eyes widened. "What¡ª?!"

    A chuckle came from behind him."Too slow."

    Before Garron could react, Leon''s fist connected with his gut.

    A deafening shockwave erupted through the street as Garron''s massive body lifted off the ground. His enchanted armor, designed to absorb heavy blows, cracked under the sheer force of Leon''s punch. The impact sent him flying, crashing into the inn''s already damaged wall¡ªthis time shattering it entirely.

    A cloud of dust rose. Silence fell.

    The gathered crowd stood frozen, jaws slack, as they processed what had just happened. Garron, a warrior known for his overwhelming defense and monstrous durability, had been one-shot.

    Selene Nightshade smirked, crossing her arms. "Well, that settles that."

    The masked representative of Eclipse Covenant nodded. "It''s not just about this floor. The upper levels¡ªsixth, seventh, eighth¡ªthey are all controlled by factions that are always watching for new threats." His voice lowered. "Your display of strength today? It will reach the ears of those beyond this floor."

    Leon chuckled, crossing his arms. "And let me guess, you all want to be on my good side before that happens?"

    Garron, still pulling himself out of the rubble, muttered under his breath, "Bastard''s too sharp..."

    Selene sighed. "More or less."

    Leon glanced at Roselia, who had been silently watching the exchange. Her crimson eyes gleamed with amusement. "They fear you, Leon," she said in a low, silky tone. "And rightfully so."

    Millim, practically bouncing with excitement, added, "Ooooh! Does that mean we''re going to be big bosses now? Should we make our own guild instead?"

    Roman smirked at the idea. "It wouldn''t be a bad idea. Rather than joining these guilds, why not make them come to us?"

    The recruiters stiffened.

    Selene''s smile faded slightly. "Creating a new guild is... difficult."

    The masked leader nodded. "And risky. It would put a target on your back. The guilds on this floor would either have to support you or eliminate you before you became a true competitor."

    Leon rubbed his chin. "That does sound fun."

    The gathered recruiters visibly tensed at his words. His casual acceptance of conflict only solidified their growing unease.

    Finally, Selene sighed, pushing back her long raven hair. "Alright, Leon. Let''s cut the games. What do you want?"

    Leon smirked. "Simple. I don''t like being ordered around." His voice turned sharp. "If I work with any of you, it will be on my terms. I''m not some pawn for you to throw at enemies or use as a bargaining chip."

    The recruiters exchanged glances. They weren''t used to dealing with someone who had the leverage to negotiate against them.

    After a moment, the masked representative of Eclipse Covenant let out a low chuckle. "Interesting. Then let''s discuss those terms."

    Selene grinned. "Agreed."

    Leon leaned back, looking at his group¡ªRoselia, Roman, Millim, Liliana, and Naval¡ªall waiting for his decision. He smirked."Alright. Let''s talk business."

 Chapter 160 Mercenary

    "Mercenary? That''s what you want to be?" Selene looked at Leon, clearly surprised by his response.

    Leon smirked, shaking his head. "I''m not here to play politics. I''m here to enjoy my time leveling up, grinding, and getting stronger¡ªwithout getting caught up in your endless guild battles and scheming nonsense."

    The masked recruiter from Eclipse Covenant narrowed his eyes. "So you wish to remain independent?"

    Leon leaned back, stretching his arms lazily.

    "Mercenary sounds like the best path for me, don''t you think?" His golden eyes glinted. "That way, you can come to me whenever you need help, but I won''t be tied down by guild rules or pointless bureaucracy."

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    Selene studied him for a moment, then laughed softly. "A free agent, then. Someone who helps when it''s convenient but owes no allegiance. I see... that''s actually quite fitting for you."

    Leon grinned. "Glad you get it. So, for now, let''s just say I''m open for certain jobs¡ªlike raids, bosses, and other exciting stuff. But don''t expect me to follow orders or fight your wars."

    The recruiters exchanged glances. His confidence, his overwhelming strength, and now his refusal to be controlled¡ªit all made him even more unpredictable.

    After a brief silence, Selene smirked. "Fine. We''ll see how this plays out, Leon. But just remember... the stronger you become, the more eyes will be on you."

    Leon chuckled. "Let them watch. I''ll give them a damn good show."With that, the meeting between Leon and the top guild representatives ended, leaving them with both curiosity and unease about the storm he would inevitably bring.

    As the recruiters left, there was a tense silence at the table. Leon leaned back in his chair, stretching lazily, while Roselia sipped her drink, a faint smirk on her lips.

    Millim, however, was visibly excited. She clapped her hands together, practically bouncing in her seat. "That was amazing, Leon! You completely flipped the table on them! They thought they could recruit you, and now they''ll be the ones coming to you for help! Hehe, so cool!"

    Roman, ever the knight, chuckled. "You''ve just made a name for yourself, Leon. Every major guild on the fifth floor now sees you as a wildcard. Some will want to work with you, but others... might see you as a threat."

    Leon smirked, tapping his fingers on the table. "Let them come. If they want to make me their enemy, I''ll just crush them."

    The man''s eyes gleamed. "That depends. Are you smart enough to step aside... or do we have to make you?"

    Silence.

    Then¡ªBOOM!

    The entire table exploded into splinters as Leon punched straight through it, his fist stopping an inch from the armored man''s chest. The sheer force of the blow sent a shockwave through the room, knocking over chairs and rattling the walls.

    Leon''s smile had vanished.

    "I don''t take kindly to threats."

    The armored man didn''t flinch, but the warriors behind him tensed, hands on their weapons.

    A tense moment passed. Then, the man smirked.

    "I see." He turned, motioning for his men to back off. "Then let''s see if you survive long enough to still be a problem.

    "Without another word, they left.

    Leon watched them go before sighing, shaking the dust from his hands. "Looks like things just got interesting."

    Roselia chuckled. "They were already interesting, Leon."

    Roman smirked. "We''re going to have a lot more enemies now."

    Millim, eyes shining, grinned. "Oooooh! This is going to be fun!"

    Leon sat back down, motioning for another drink. "Let them come. I could use the entertainment."

 Chapter 161 Mercenary II

    The atmosphere inside the inn remained tense even after the group left. Conversations had resumed, but there was an underlying unease. Leon and his group, however, seemed completely unfazed.

    The bartender hesitated before approaching their broken table. "Uh... you gonna pay for that?"

    Leon casually tossed him a few gold coins without looking. "That should cover it."

    The bartender examined the hefty sum and whistled. "More than enough. Feel free to break another one."

    Roman chuckled. "Well, looks like we''ve officially pissed off some dangerous people."

    Roselia leaned on Leon''s shoulder, smirking. "And when have we ever cared about that?"

    Leon took a sip of his drink before smirking. "Never."

    Suddenly, the inn doors burst open again, but this time, the ones who entered were completely different from the previous group.

    A tall woman with silver hair, wearing a dark-blue battle robe embroidered with golden runes, stepped forward. Behind her were two heavily armored warriors and a man in a mage''s cloak. Their presence was overwhelming, but unlike the last group, they didn''t reek of hostility¡ªjust pure authority.

    Every adventurer in the inn went silent.

    "...Great Shield Serena." Someone whispered, their voice filled with awe.

    Roman narrowed his eyes. "She''s from Valkyria Sanctum, one of the top ten guilds dominating the fifth floor."

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "Another recruiter? Damn, I should start charging people just to talk to me."

    Serena''s sharp, golden eyes landed on him. "Leon, is it? I''d like to talk."

    Leon sighed, gesturing at the wreckage of the table. "As you can see, my last meeting didn''t go too well. Hope you don''t mind standing."

    Serena ignored his remark, stepping closer. "I''ll be direct. What happened earlier will cause a chain reaction. The guilds that fear disruption will try to eliminate you before you gain more power. Others will watch, waiting to see if you survive. But we..." She placed a hand on her hip. "We see an opportunity."@@@@

    Leon smirked. "An opportunity, huh? And what exactly do you want?"

    Serena crossed her arms. "Your strength. Your unpredictability. You''ve already proven that you''re more than just another adventurer. If you truly wish to remain independent, then we''ll offer you something better than guild membership¡ªa partnership."

    Roman''s eyes widened slightly. "That''s... unexpected."

    Serena continued. "Valkyria Sanctum has no interest in controlling you. We recognize power when we see it, and we''d rather have you as an ally than an enemy. In return, we''ll provide information, resources, and access to high-level dungeons. We won''t order you around, but if we ever need your strength, we''ll make an offer. You choose whether to accept or not."

    Leon studied her for a moment before laughing. "Now that''s a much better deal than the last one."

    Roselia smirked. "And why should we trust you?"

    Serena''s gaze didn''t waver. "You don''t have to. But considering the enemies you''ve made today, it''s better to have powerful friends than to fight alone."

    Suddenly¡ª

    BOOM!

    The building behind them exploded, sending debris flying as figures clad in dark assassin gear emerged from the shadows. Their leader, a masked figure with dual curved blades, stepped forward. Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire

    "Leon." His voice was cold and emotionless. "Your existence threatens the balance. You need to disappear."

    Leon sighed, tossing the dagger aside. "Let me guess. Some big-shot guild paid you?"

    The assassin leader didn''t answer. Instead, he raised his hand¡ª

    "Kill them."

    Five assassins lunged forward in an instant, their blades aimed at Leon and his group.

    Roselia snapped her fingers, summoning dark chains from the ground. One assassin was caught mid-air, but before he could react¡ª

    SPLAT!

    His body was crushed under an immense gravitational force.

    Millim giggled as she vanished, reappearing behind another assassin and biting into his neck, drinking his blood while he screamed.

    Roman blocked three strikes at once before countering with a brutal swing, cutting an assassin in half.

    Leon?

    He stood still, letting another assassin get close.

    The assassin thrust his blade forward, aiming straight for Leon''s heart.

    Then¡ª

    BANG!

    Leon''s fist punched through his chest, shattering his ribcage. The assassin coughed blood before collapsing lifelessly.

    The leader''s eyes narrowed. "Tch. Useless."

    He vanished from sight, moving at inhuman speeds. In a blink, he was behind Leon, his twin blades descending¡ª

    SHHHING!

    A sharp metallic sound echoed.

 Chapter 162 Assassination

    He vanished from sight, moving at inhuman speeds. In a blink, he was behind Leon, his twin blades descending¡ª

    SHHHING!

    A sharp metallic sound echoed.

    The leader''s eyes widened as he found his blades blocked¡ªnot by a weapon, but by Leon''s bare hand.

    Leon grinned. "That all you got?"

    CRACK!

    He squeezed, shattering the assassin''s blades with sheer grip strength.

    The assassin staggered back in disbelief. "What... are you?"

    Leon vanished from sight.

    Before the assassin could react¡ª

    BOOM!

    Leon''s fist slammed into his stomach, sending him crashing through five buildings before finally stopping in a heap of rubble.

    Silence.

    The few remaining assassins froze in terror.

    Then, one by one¡ªthey were slaughtered.

    Leon didn''t bother sparing them. Instead, after he was done with them, he turned toward the barely alive leader, who coughed blood, his body broken.

    Leon crouched beside him, tilting his head. "Tell your employers something for me."

    He grabbed the assassin''s face and lifted him into the air.

    "Send more.""

    Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed the assassin into the darkness, letting him crawl away.

    The innkeeper poked his head out, looking at the destruction. He sighed. "You gonna pay for this too?"

    Leon tossed another pouch of gold. "Keep the change."

    The innkeeper grinned. "Heh. I like you."

    Roman exhaled, sheathing his sword. "That was just the first wave. The real trouble is coming."

    Roselia licked her lips. "Let them come."

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    Leon grinned. "Yeah... let''s see how long they last."

    With this assassination attempt, Leon had declared war on the entire floor.

    And the true enemies were now watching.

    Would they send more assassins?

    Would a guild make a direct move?

    One thing was certain¡ª

    They aren''t going to stop until Leon is dead or they are dead.

    Roman nodded. "This was a serious attempt. They''re getting desperate."

    Millim licked the blood off her lips. "Hehe~ I don''t mind! Free food."

    Roselia, however, stepped forward, her voice cold. "We can''t let this continue."

    Leon sighed. "Yeah. I was enjoying my time on this floor, but these idiots keep ruining it."

    He looked up, as if speaking directly to whoever was watching from the shadows.

    "You want to kill me? Fine. But I''m done waiting."

    Leon''s aura exploded, shaking the dungeon. His eyes glowed, and his presence alone sent a warning through the entire fifth floor.

    "I''m hunting you all down. Every assassin, every guild behind them. You think you can get rid of me? Let''s see if you can survive me first."

    With that declaration, Leon declared war.

    No more defense.

    No more waiting.

    Now?

    He was going on the offensive.

    Leon didn''t wait.

    As soon as they returned to the surface, he and his team moved out.

    Their first target? The Venom Fang Guild, a mid-tier assassin guild known for its expertise in poisons and silent kills.

    But against Leon?

    Silence meant nothing.

    Leon stormed through their hideout, an underground network of tunnels hidden beneath an abandoned fortress.

    A dozen assassins tried to ambush him, emerging from the shadows with daggers coated in lethal poison.

    They were too slow.

    Leon dodged effortlessly, appearing behind one and shoving his fist straight through the man''s chest, pulling out his still-beating heart.

    Roselia flicked her wrist¡ªblack chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around another assassin, crushing him like a vice.

    Roman cleaved through their defenses with his greatsword, cutting down two assassins at once.

    Millim danced through the chaos, draining life essence with every step.

    Naval and Liliana sealed off the exits, casting barrier magic to prevent any survivors from escaping.

    In less than five minutes, the entire base was reduced to corpses and fire.

    "One down," Leon muttered, wiping the blood off his hand. "Who''s next?"

    The destruction of Venom Fang sent shockwaves through the underworld.

    The remaining assassin guilds quickly realized:

    Leon wasn''t just defending himself.

    He was coming for all of them.

    Desperate, five remaining assassin guilds¡ªNightshade Order, Phantom Blades, Crimson Lotus, Black Scorpions, and Eclipse Fang¡ªformed an alliance to eliminate him first.

 Chapter 163 Assassin Guilds

    The destruction of Venom Fang sent shockwaves through the underworld.

    The remaining assassin guilds quickly realized:

    Leon wasn''t just defending himself.

    He was coming for all of them.

    Desperate, five remaining assassin guilds¡ªNightshade Order, Phantom Blades, Crimson Lotus, Black Scorpions, and Eclipse Fang¡ªformed an alliance to eliminate him first.

    They put a bounty on Leon''s head: Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

    500,000 gold for his corpse.

    Mercenaries, rogue adventurers, and even some of the top-ranked assassins on the Fifth Floor started hunting him.

    But Leon only grinned when he heard the news.

    "Good. Saves me the trouble of finding them myself."

    The Nightshade Order was known for shadow magic and illusion techniques, specializing in eliminating their targets without leaving a trace.

    Their base was hidden deep inside a forest shrouded in eternal night.

    Leon walked right in.

    The assassins tried surrounding him with illusion traps¡ªbut Leon, having fought stronger beings, simply ignored them.

    When one assassin lunged from behind, he caught the man''s face midair and smashed it into the ground so hard the entire floor cracked.

    Roselia summoned a demonic storm, tearing through the guild''s defenses.

    Millim giggled as she ripped the soul out of a screaming assassin, licking her lips.

    Roman cut down their leader, severing his head in a single stroke.

    Leon stood amidst the carnage, staring down the last survivors.

    "Go ahead. Run. Tell the others I''m coming."

    The terrified assassins fled, carrying the message to the remaining guilds:

    Nightshade Order is gone. Leon is unstoppable.

    ****

    In the shadows of the Fifth Floor, a figure watched the massacre unfold.

    A man in a dark robe, sitting on a throne made of skulls and blades.

    His name was Azrael, the Assassin King, the leader of the strongest assassination guild¡ªEclipse Fang.

    For years, he had ruled the Fifth Floor''s underworld with absolute fear.

    Now?

    "You don''t strike me as a man who cares for politics. You want freedom, don''t you?"

    "And?" Leon raised an eyebrow.

    "Join Eclipse Fang." Azrael smirked. "Not as a pawn, not as a subordinate¡ªbut as my partner."

    Roselia and the others, hidden in the shadows, tensed. But Leon?

    He simply chuckled. "And why the hell would I do that?"

    Azrael leaned back. "Because unlike those fools you crushed, I know power when I see it."

    He gestured around. "The Fifth Floor is too small for you, Leon. You need something bigger. Something grander. You have the strength to rule, but you lack the infrastructure. I can give you that."

    Leon''s grin widened. "Oh? And what''s in it for you?"

    Azrael''s eyes darkened. "A future where the Assassin Guilds answer to no one but us. No nobles, no kingdoms, no rules. Just absolute power."

    Leon leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knee as he smirked at Azrael.

    "You know, you talk a lot for someone who''s about to die."

    Azrael''s golden eyes gleamed with amusement. "Is that so?"

    In the blink of an eye, the room exploded into shadows and steel.

    ''Do you really think I am an idiot'' Leon inwardly scoffed as he got ready for the battle, from the start Azrael aimed to kill him or he won''t have his skills ready.

    Azrael vanished.

    Leon''s instincts screamed at him as five daggers shot toward him from different angles, each one aimed at a vital point¡ªneck, heart, spine, and both legs.

    Clang!

    Leon''s blade flashed as he deflected three daggers in a single sweep, while twisting his body midair to dodge the last two.

    Before his feet touched the ground¡ª

    SWOOSH!

    Azrael reappeared behind him, twin shadow blades descending toward Leon''s skull.

    "Too slow."

    Leon spun, his sword clashing against Azrael''s, sending shockwaves through the chamber. Sparks flew as they exchanged a dozen strikes in a single second, their weapons moving too fast for the eye to follow.

    "You''ve got some skill," Leon admitted, grinning.

    Azrael smirked. "And you haven''t even seen the fun part."

    Suddenly¡ª

    "Shadow Clone: Phantom Waltz."

    Azrael''s body split into five identical copies, each radiating killing intent.

    Leon narrowed his eyes.

 Chapter 164 Vs Azrael

    The five Azraels attacked at once, moving in perfect harmony, their blades seeking Leon''s flesh.

    Leon stepped back, using his sword to parry while weaving through their attacks, but each time he countered one, another was already moving in for the kill.

    A dagger scraped past his cheek, drawing blood.

    Another sliced his arm, barely missing the bone.

    Leon clicked his tongue.

    "Annoying bastard."

    Roselia and the others watched from the shadows, their instincts screaming to jump in.

    But Leon raised a hand. "Stay out of this."

    Millim pouted. "But he''s cheating! There''s five of him!"

    Leon grinned, licking the blood from his lip. "Then I''ll just kill all five."

    He raised his sword, and for the first time¡ª

    A golden glow enveloped his blade.

    "Mana Infusion: Judgment Strike."

    With a single vertical slash, a shockwave of energy erupted from his sword, obliterating two of the clones instantly.

    The remaining three Azraels jumped back, eyes narrowing.

    "You''re stronger than I expected," the real Azrael admitted, his smirk finally fading.

    Leon rolled his shoulders. "You expected to kill me with cheap tricks?"

    Azrael sighed. "I suppose I''ll have to get serious."

    BWOOM!

    The temperature dropped, and the entire chamber was consumed in pure darkness.

    Leon could see nothing.

    No sound. No light.

    Just endless, suffocating darkness.

    Then¡ª

    Shhhk!

    A dagger pierced his stomach.

    Leon gritted his teeth, stepping back. Another dagger sank into his shoulder.

    Azrael''s voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere.

    "In my domain, you are nothing but prey."

    Leon exhaled slowly, closing his eyes.

    Then¡ª

    ****

    The moment Azrael died, the entire assassin organization crumbled.

    News of his death spread like wildfire, and without their king, the guilds descended into chaos, tearing each other apart.

    Leon and his party returned to the inn, where he casually ordered another drink.

    Roselia smirked. "Well, that was fun."

    Millim pouted. "I wanted to kill him too..."

    Roman chuckled. "No more assassins coming for us, at least."

    Leon leaned back, smirking. "For now."

    Because deep down, he knew¡ª

    More enemies would come.

    And he welcomed it.

    The inn bustled with life as Leon and his group sat around a large table, savoring their victory. The assassination attempts had finally ceased, and Eclipse Fang, once a feared organization, had been wiped from the fifth floor. The underground guilds were still reeling from the sudden power vacuum.

    Roselia leaned on Leon''s shoulder, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "You really enjoy making enemies, don''t you?"

    Leon smirked. "I don''t make enemies. They make the mistake of becoming mine."

    Millim, still sulking, twirled a wine glass in her fingers. "I wanted to kill at least one of them. Next time, save one for me."

    Roman chuckled, slicing into his steak. "Be careful what you wish for. There''s always another fool willing to die for some cause."

    Liliana, ever the composed maid, poured more tea into Naval''s cup. "Master Leon, do you plan on taking over the remnants of Eclipse Fang? Their network could be useful."

    Leon shook his head. "Not interested. I don''t want to babysit assassins. Let the other guilds fight over the scraps."

    Naval smirked. "Then what''s next? Another dungeon raid?"

    Leon leaned back, his golden eyes scanning the room. "Actually, I was thinking of hunting something... bigger."

    A heavy silence fell over the table as everyone exchanged glances.

    Roman sighed. "Why do I feel like this ''something bigger'' is going to cause another mess?"

    Roselia grinned. "Because it always does."

    Millim clapped her hands. "Are we talking dragons? Demon Lords? A lost kingdom? Come on, tell me!"

    Leon chuckled. "We''re going after a Mythic-Class Beast."

    The entire room froze.

    Naval nearly dropped her tea. "Wait... what?"

    Liliana adjusted her glasses. "A Mythic-Class Beast... that''s on the level of a Guardian or a Floor Boss."

    Roselia''s eyes sparkled. "Oh, now this sounds interesting."

    Roman sighed again. "Of course, it does."

    Leon grinned. "Get ready. We leave at dawn."

 Chapter 165 10th Floor

    Leon and his group spent a considerable amount of time on the 5th floor, honing their skills and solidifying their reputation. They fought through countless dungeons, faced fierce competitors, and even clashed with assassin guilds that sought their lives. By the time they hit the level limit of 160, it was clear that they had outgrown the challenges of the 5th floor.

    Deciding it was time to move forward, the group ascended directly to the 9th floor, skipping several in-between floors as their strength no longer required slow progression. The 9th floor, known for its high-level dungeons and near-unbreakable monster hordes, proved to be a worthy test. Here, the level cap was set at 240, and only those with exceptional strength could survive.

    During their time on the 9th floor, Leon''s group made waves, though not in the way some had expected. Unlike the 5th floor, where his presence had been more of a fleeting shadow, on the 9th floor, the top guilds were desperate to pull him into their ranks.

    Guilds that had ruled for years saw the potential in Leon''s team. Their strength was undeniable, their synergy flawless, and their victories countless. Offers of wealth, rare artifacts, exclusive quests, and personal territories were placed before Leon, tempting him to join.

    And yet, he declined them all.

    This refusal only made him even more of a legend among the adventurers. Some admired him, seeing him as a lone wolf who refused to be shackled. Others despised him, believing his rejection of the guild system was an insult to the hierarchy they had built.

    But Leon didn''t care.

    He wasn''t here to play politics. He had no interest in being tied down by the guilds, nor did he care for their hidden agendas. His goal remained unchanged¡ªto explore, to grow stronger, and to uncover the mysteries that lay beyond.

    Now, with the level limit of 240 reached, the group prepared for their final ascent¡ªto the 10th floor.

    Unlike the previous floors, the 10th floor was a turning point in the labyrinth. This was where the most dangerous trials awaited, where only the elite could survive.

    For Leon, however, the 10th floor held more significance than just being another milestone. It was here that the next phase of the Alchemist''s quest awaited¡ªa quest that could potentially unlock new abilities, greater knowledge, and even deeper mysteries of the dungeon itself.

    "Fortunately, this time we aren''t stuck in the middle of a mountain range," Naval muttered with relief.

    The memory of their arrival on the 9th floor was still fresh in their minds¡ªrandom teleportation had landed them atop a mountain, deep within a seemingly endless range of peaks, surrounded by nothing but treacherous cliffs and deadly monsters. It had taken them over a month just to descend safely and find a proper human settlement.

    This time, luck was on their side.

    Leon glanced at the grand city before them, knowing that this would be the last true "mixed" settlement they''d encounter. From the 11th floor onward, things would change drastically.

    One of the most notable rules past the 10th floor was the separation of races into their own designated domains.

    The reason? Avoiding large-scale wars.

    Until now, cities had been mixed, allowing humans, elves, dwarves, mermen, demons, and even beastkin to coexist within the same settlements. But as soon as adventurers stepped beyond the 10th floor, every race would be required to reside within their own cities¡ªHumans in human territories, Elves in elven lands, Mermen in underwater sanctuaries, and so on.

    This was a necessary measure, considering that from the 11th floor onward, death became permanent.

    If mixed cities still existed beyond this point, racial conflicts would be inevitable. One wrong move¡ªone accidental killing between species¡ªand it could spark an all-out war. Wars in the tower were different from those in the previous floors; they were brutal, unrelenting, and had no chance of resurrection.

    By segregating the races, the tower ensured that if someone died within a foreign race''s domain, it was entirely their own fault for trespassing¡ªnot something that could be used as an excuse for war.

    "Let''s go and find an inn to settle down. After that, we have a floor-wide search for the Alchemy King''s Quest," Leon said, and they all nodded.

    Each floor was vast and intense, so finding a single hidden clue for that quest would be like searching for a single strand of hair in a mountain of countless others.

 Chapter 166 10th floor II

    They arrived at the gates of the city, joining the long line of people trying to enter.

    "Hey! What''s this city''s name?" Leon asked the person standing in front of him.

    The man turned around, eyeing Leon curiously. "Are you from another city?" he asked.

    Leon nodded. "Yeah, we''re adventurers roaming from one place to another," he said casually.

    The man gave a knowing nod. "So, you''re a coward, huh? Well, this city is called Sin City," he replied.

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by ''cowards''?" he asked, ignoring the edgy name of the city.

    "You said you''re roaming instead of ascending to the 11th floor. People like you are called cowards," the man shrugged before turning back around.

    Leon nodded in understanding. "Yep, forgot that there''s that title too."

    Apparently, if someone chose to play it safe and not ascend further, people would start tagging them with a "Coward" title in this place.

    "How new," Milim scoffed. "It''s easy for others to throw around titles without even understanding what someone might have gone through to accept the life they''re living." Her voice carried a hint of irritation.

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    Roman nodded in agreement. "People say many things, but if you focus too much on them, you actually lose sight of what matters."

    "True," Roselia added. "Let them talk. It''s your life, not theirs. Just live how you want."

    Naval glanced at Millim and nodded. "That''s true, my lady."

    "Smells like blood and bad decisions," Roselia muttered, eyeing a group of men dragging a wounded adventurer into a nearby alley. His screams were cut short, followed by a sickening crunch.

    Millim scoffed. "This city really lives up to its name. No wonder people call it a pit for the desperate."

    Leon remained unfazed, but his sharp gaze scanned the surroundings. "We need to find an inn first. After that, we focus on finding the Alchemy King''s trail."

    As they moved further into the city, they quickly realized one undeniable truth¡ªthey were being watched.

    Dozens of eyes trailed their every step. Some were filled with curiosity, others with malice, and a few with hunger, as if they were already calculating how much they could sell their bodies for if they were to be killed right now.

    It didn''t take long before trouble found them.

    A gang of six heavily armed men blocked their path. The leader, a burly man covered in scars with a jagged sword strapped to his back, grinned wickedly. "Well, well, fresh meat in Sin City? You must be new here."

    Leon sighed. "Get lost."

    The man laughed. "You got some nerve talking like that. See, around here, newcomers pay a ''welcome fee.'' And you lot look like you can afford quite a hefty one."

    Roman stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "And if we refuse?"

    The man''s grin widened. "Then we carve the payment out of your flesh."

    Leon''s patience snapped. "Then come and try."

    The street fell silent. People gathered around, eager to see blood spill. The gang of six drew their weapons, eager for an easy kill.

    What they didn''t realize was that they had just provoked the wrong people.

    With a flicker of movement, Roselia was the first to act. One moment she was standing still, the next she was behind the closest thug, her claws slicing through his throat like paper. Blood sprayed into the air as his body collapsed.

 Chapter 167 10th Floor III

    With a flicker of movement, Roselia was the first to act. One moment she was standing still, the next she was behind the closest thug, her claws slicing through his throat like paper. Blood sprayed into the air as his body collapsed.

    Roman followed immediately, unsheathing his sword in a single, fluid motion. His blade gleamed under the neon lights before carving a deep gash through another man''s torso, splitting him open from shoulder to waist.

    Naval and Liliana didn''t hesitate either. The moment two of the enemies lunged toward them, their hands moved in a blur. A gust of wind erupted from Naval''s palm, launching one man into a nearby wall with a sickening crunch. Liliana, in contrast, was precise¡ªher dagger found the soft spot between the ribs, puncturing a lung with surgical efficiency.

    Millim simply smirked. The last two men turned to her, their faces contorted in fear. "D-Demon...!" one of them gasped.

    Millim raised her hand, and in an instant, a crimson mist burst from her fingers. The air thickened with the scent of iron as their bodies withered away, drained of every drop of blood.

    The battle was over in seconds. The onlookers stared in stunned silence before breaking into applause. Some were amused, others impressed, but most were simply entertained by the bloodshed.

    Leon cracked his neck, sighing. "If this is what we have to deal with every time we walk down the street, this city is going to be a pain in the ass."

    Roselia wiped the blood from her claws. "At least we made an impression."

    Millim smirked. "And sent a message. We aren''t prey."

    Leon turned away from the pile of corpses. "Let''s find an inn. I have a feeling this is just the beginning."

    The moment Leon''s group left the scene, the gathered crowd slowly dispersed, returning to their own business as if nothing had happened. Corpses littering the streets were a common sight in Sin City. No one bothered to clean them up; scavengers and desperate low-rank adventurers would soon strip them of valuables, leaving only bones behind.

    As they walked deeper into the city, the neon signs flickered erratically, casting strange shadows along the dirty streets. The smell of blood and cheap alcohol filled the air, mixed with the distant scent of burning incense from makeshift shrines¡ªtributes to forgotten gods that no one truly believed in.

    They passed by a row of inns, each one more rundown than the last. The first one they entered reeked of mold and death, and the receptionist¡ªa lanky man with hollow eyes¡ªgave them a grin that screamed ''robbery waiting to happen.'' They left immediately.

    She chuckled. "Then you either pay more or work for it. Welcome to Sin City."

    After handling the arrangements, the group finally settled into their rooms. They weren''t luxurious by any means, but they were clean, and most importantly, secure. Each had reinforced locks and soundproof walls¡ªessentials in a city where assassination was a nightly occurrence.

    As they sat around a table in one of the rooms, Liliana leaned back with a sigh. "So, what''s the plan? We need to start searching for the Alchemy King''s trail, but this city is a mess. Finding information won''t be easy."

    Leon nodded. "We''ll split up tomorrow. Gather intel however we can. But be careful¡ªthis place isn''t like the other floors. There are no rules here, and if we slip up, no one will save us."

    Roselia smirked. "Good. I was getting bored. A little chaos might make things interesting."

    Millim grinned, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Then let''s have some fun, shall we?"

    Leon leaned back, staring at the ceiling as a smirk tugged at his lips. "Sin City, huh? Let''s see what secrets you''re hiding."

    Tomorrow, their hunt for the Alchemy King would begin. But in a city where treachery was the norm and survival was never guaranteed, one thing was certain¡ªthis was only the beginning.

    "So, how do we find this Alchemy King? Last time, you guys stumbled upon it easily, but now, I don''t think that''s the case," Milim said as she looked at Leon.

    Leon met her gaze and shrugged. "Last time was pure luck, but that luck also gave us this," he said, pointing at his Alchemy Legacy¡ªa book. "It''s now empty, but it''s also a lead."

    He sighed, flipping through the blank pages. "I''ve already claimed the legacy, so now, this book is just a normal legacy book. But the fact that it remains means it''s a clue to finding the next part."

    Milim frowned. "Problem is, you don''t know how to use this blank book, right?"

    Leon nodded. "Exactly."

    Milim snatched the book from his hands, inspecting it closely. "Then let''s figure it out."

 Chapter 168 Search for Legacy

    Milim opened the book and stared at the pages. "Are you sure it''s blank?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

    Leon, who had walked up beside her, leaned in to look. "Well, it was just yesterday," he replied¡ªonly to pause as new text suddenly appeared on the book''s first page.

    "I guess this is the next step to finding him," he muttered as he began reading aloud.

    [Yo hoooo, Alchemy King here!]

    [Congrats on reaching the 10th floor!]

    [Now, all you have to do is master the Alchemy Legacy I''ve given you and then uncover the hidden truth behind the secret boxes and vials. Only then will you find me.]

    [Best of luck!]

    [By the way, this letter lasts only one month. If you don''t complete it in time, the book will burn itself up.]

    Leon closed the book, exhaling. "Well... that''s a deadline we can''t ignore."

    "So now I have to master Alchemy up to Tier V, huh?" Leon mumbled.

    The Alchemy King''s Legacy, which was actually a Tier XV Saint Legacy, was divided into three parts, each containing one-third of its full power. Currently, Leon had access to the legacy up to Tier V.

    "I can help. I''m an alchemist, after all," Roselia said, nodding. "And we also have the Abode." Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

    She gestured toward the Alchemist''s Abode, a curious-looking cube that, when unfolded, transformed into a fully furnished alchemical workspace. Inside, it contained state-of-the-art tools and a laboratory designed specifically for alchemy.

    "Well, let''s start now," Leon said, and Roselia nodded in agreement.

    Leon closed his eyes, picturing the potion as a life-giving elixir. The resistance faded, and the mixture began to glow faintly. After a few moments, the liquid settled into a golden hue.

    Roselia took a vial and scooped up the potion. "Not bad. It''s not perfect, but you''ve taken the first step toward high-tier alchemy. This process is what separates an amateur from a master."

    Leon wiped the sweat from his forehead and grinned. "Alright, what''s next?"

    Roselia smirked. "Now, we push it further. Let''s try crafting a Tier IV Elixir. You up for the challenge?"

    Leon cracked his knuckles. "Bring it on."

    Days turned into nights as Leon immersed himself in the depths of alchemy, his hands stained with rare ingredients, his mind filled with endless formulas, and his mana constantly flowing through concoctions of increasing complexity. The Alchemist''s Abode became his world¡ªa sanctum of knowledge where failures were stepping stones and successes were milestones.

    Day 1: Mastering Essence Control

    Leon''s first struggle was controlling the essence of ingredients. Roselia had him repeatedly craft simple potions, but with a catch¡ªhe had to guide each element''s essence into harmony before the final mixture stabilized.

    "Again!" Roselia ordered, tossing a vial into the bin. "You''re letting the essence dissipate. Feel it, control it!"

    Leon gritted his teeth and started over. He dipped his fingers into the Phoenix Ash, channeling a steady stream of mana into the dust, making it glow faintly before adding it to the cauldron. This time, the resistance was lesser, the potion forming with a stable golden shimmer.

    Roselia smirked. "Better. Keep practicing."

    Day 3: Understanding Catalyst Reactions

    By the third day, the true complexity of alchemy began revealing itself. Potions were not just a blend of ingredients¡ªthey were reactions, delicate and volatile.

    Roselia handed Leon a pale blue stone, pulsing faintly. "This is an Arcane Catalyst. It can enhance effects... or destroy your potion if misused. Time it wrong, and the whole mixture will explode."

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    Roselia handed Leon a pale blue stone, pulsing faintly. "This is an Arcane Catalyst. It can enhance effects... or destroy your potion if misused. Time it wrong, and the whole mixture will explode."

    Leon took a deep breath and carefully monitored the bubbling potion in front of him. The moment the mixture stabilized into a deep purple, he dropped the catalyst in¡ªonly for the cauldron to burst into a cloud of thick smoke.

    Coughing, he waved the fumes away. "What the hell happened?!"

    Roselia chuckled, unfazed. "You dropped it too early. Catalysts react to elemental balance. Learn the right timing."

    Leon wiped his face and started over.

    Day 7: The First Tier IV Elixir

    A week passed, and Leon finally felt the shift¡ªfrom struggling to control alchemical forces to shaping them at will. The moment of truth arrived when he attempted his first Tier IV Elixir¡ªThe Elixir of Iron Will.

    Carefully, he combined the Silverleaf Extract and Troll Bone Marrow, both known for enhancing stamina. The mixture turned a murky gray. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he carefully infused his mana, stabilizing the conflicting energies.

    "Now, the final catalyst..." He reached for the Heart of a Thunder Wasp, crushed it between his fingers, and let the electrified dust fall into the potion.

    The cauldron pulsed, glowed¡ªthen settled.

    Roselia leaned over, inspecting the elixir with an approving nod. "Looks like you finally made it."

    Leon grinned. "So, does this mean I''m Tier IV now?"

    "Not yet." She tossed him another list of ingredients. "Tier V is next."

    Leon sighed but smirked. He was getting closer.

    Day 14: The Final Trial¡ªTier V Mastery

    Two weeks had passed. Leon had lost count of how many potions he had brewed, how many times he had failed, and how many sleepless nights he had endured. But now, standing before the cauldron, he felt different.

    He wasn''t just following formulas anymore¡ªhe understood alchemy on an instinctive level. He could feel the elements, the mana, the reactions.

    Roselia handed him the final recipe. "To complete Tier V, you must craft the Philosopher''s Draught¡ªa potion that enhances the mind, sharpening magical perception to its limit. One mistake, and it will turn into poison."

    Leon nodded and began.

    This time, there were no second-guessing, no mistakes. His hands moved with certainty, his mana weaving through the mixture like an artist painting on a canvas. As the potion neared completion, he added the final ingredient¡ªCelestial Nectar.

    A soft, radiant glow filled the room. The potion shimmered like liquid gold.

    Roselia took a deep breath and smiled. "Congratulations, Leon. You''ve officially reached Tier V."

    A notification from his Alchemy King''s Legacy book appeared:

    [Alchemy Tier V Mastered!]

    [New Pages Unlocked!]

    Leon exhaled and smirked. "Now... it''s time to find the Alchemy King."

    As soon as the golden glow of the Philosopher''s Draught faded, Leon''s Alchemy King''s Legacy book trembled in his hands.

    A new page materialized out of thin air, ink forming words in elegant, ancient script.

    [To claim the second piece of my legacy, one must prove their mind is as sharp as their hands. True mastery of alchemy is not in brewing potions, but in understanding the very nature of transmutation itself.]

    [Solve this puzzle, and the path shall reveal itself.]

    [I am a key that turns without hands, a door that leads without walls, a path walked but never seen. What am I?]

    Roselia shook her head.

    "I think we should just put it aside for now. We should go and do a quest. I got an interesting one anyway," Roman suddenly said as he showed them a paper.

    They looked at the quest, and it was an S-Rank mission.

    [Nightmare Forest: Weird Sightings]

    Quest Rating: S

    [Find out why everyone is dying when they spend the night in the Nightmare Forest.]

    Reward: 1000 Ascender Points.

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Sounds ominous."

    "Yeah," Milim agreed. "But it''s a high-reward quest. That means it''s not gonna be easy."

    Roselia smirked. "A challenge is always welcome."

    "Then it''s settled," Leon said. "Let''s head to Nightmare Forest."

    The group made their way toward the Nightmare Forest, following the directions provided on the quest board. As they approached, a dense fog loomed over the entrance, and the air grew unnaturally cold. The towering trees twisted in eerie formations, their branches resembling clawed hands reaching for the sky.

    "This place is definitely cursed," Lilian muttered, rubbing her arms as a chill ran down her spine.

    Leon nodded. "The name ''Nightmare Forest'' isn''t just for show."

    They passed by an abandoned campsite near the entrance. Tents were torn apart, supplies scattered across the ground, and deep claw marks lined the trees.

    "Looks like whoever was here didn''t make it through the night," Naval observed grimly.

    Roman knelt beside the remnants of a campfire, sifting through the ashes. "This wasn''t long ago. Maybe a day at most."

    Roselia touched one of the trees, channeling a small pulse of mana. Her expression darkened. "There''s residual energy here... and it''s not natural. Something was definitely hunting them."

    Leon frowned. "Then we need to find out what it is before it finds us."

    As they ventured deeper into the forest, the fog thickened, making it hard to see more than a few feet ahead. Shadows moved unnaturally through the mist, and every so often, a whisper-like sound echoed between the trees.

    Milim suddenly stopped. "Wait."

    Everyone froze.

    "What is it?" Leon asked.

    Milim narrowed her eyes and pointed ahead. "The trees... they''re shifting."

    The group watched in horror as the trees slowly twisted and rearranged themselves, altering the path they had taken. The way they had come from was now blocked, and new pathways had formed.

    "A shifting forest?" Roman muttered. "That explains why no one makes it out alive."

    Leon nodded. "We need to mark our path somehow. If we don''t, we''ll just keep wandering in circles."

    Roselia nodded. "I can leave magical traces, but something tells me whatever is in here won''t make it easy for us."

    As if in response, a low growl echoed through the trees, followed by multiple pairs of glowing red eyes appearing in the fog.

    Lilian tightened her grip on her staff. "Looks like we''re not alone."

    Leon smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Good. Let''s see what we''re dealing with."

 Chapter 170 Nightmare Forest

    The creatures burst from the fog, their bodies resembling twisted wolves with elongated limbs and glowing red eyes. Their fur was black as the abyss, and their jagged teeth dripped with an eerie, luminescent saliva. Their movements were unnatural¡ªjerky, almost like marionettes controlled by an unseen force.

    Leon barely had time to dodge as one of the beasts lunged at him, its claws swiping past his face and gouging deep marks into the tree behind him.

    "These things aren''t normal!" Naval shouted, slicing through the mist with her enchanted blade. The moment her sword connected with one of the creatures, it let out a distorted screech and dissolved into black smoke¡ªonly to reform a few feet away, completely unharmed.

    "They regenerate?" Roman muttered. "No, that''s not regeneration... That''s some kind of illusion."

    Roselia was already moving. She extended her hand, and a glowing alchemical circle formed beneath her. "Then let''s see if they can regenerate from this!"

    With a flick of her wrist, the circle expanded, and golden fire erupted from the ground, engulfing several of the creatures. The flames roared hungrily, consuming their twisted forms. But as soon as the fire faded, the beasts simply reappeared¡ªuntouched.

    Lilian''s eyes widened. "They''re not real... They''re projections!"

    Leon clicked his tongue. "Then we need to find the source."

    The creatures lunged again, forcing the group to scatter. Milim grinned, summoning a surge of raw energy around her fists. "Fine! Let''s see if illusions can withstand brute force!" She punched one of the beasts, and to everyone''s surprise, the moment her attack connected, the illusion shattered like broken glass.

    Leon smirked. "Oh? So direct, overwhelming force works?"

    "Guess so," Milim said, cracking her knuckles. "In that case..."

    She launched forward, obliterating another illusion with a single punch. Naval, taking the cue, infused her sword with raw mana and slashed through several creatures in a single sweep. The illusions shattered instantly.@@@@

    Leon took a deep breath and activated his mana vision. His eyes gleamed with a faint blue light as he scanned the surroundings. If these creatures were projections, then there had to be a caster...

    "There!" He pointed toward a large tree in the distance. "Something''s hiding over there!"

    Without hesitation, Roselia chanted a quick incantation, sending a wave of fire in the direction Leon indicated. The flames struck something unseen, and a distorted screech filled the air.

    A shadowy figure emerged from behind the tree¡ªa gaunt, hooded humanoid with glowing white eyes. Its hands were covered in ritualistic tattoos, and dark energy pulsed around its fingers.

    "A nightmare conjurer," Roman muttered. "That explains everything."

    The conjurer let out a guttural hiss and raised its hands. The fog thickened, and the illusions multiplied, forming an endless sea of twisted creatures.

    Leon cracked his neck. "Alright... Looks like we''re doing this the hard way."

    Roselia stepped forward and hurled an alchemical vial at the crystal. The moment it shattered, golden flames erupted, consuming the artifact. The illusion broke instantly.

    The Nightmare Forest dissolved.

    The sky reappeared¡ªblue and clear. The eerie fog was gone, and the twisted creatures vanished as if they had never existed.

    The conjurer, now powerless, fell to its knees. Its true form was revealed¡ªa frail, robed figure with sunken eyes and ancient tattoos covering its skin.

    Leon raised his sword. "Game over."

    With one swift motion, he ended the conjurer''s existence.

    The silence that followed was deafening.

    A system notification echoed in their minds:

    [Quest Complete: Nightmare Forest ¨C Solved the Mystery]

    [Rewards: 1000 Ascender Points, Rare Material: Phantom Dust]

    Milim stretched. "Welp, that was fun."

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    Roman exhaled. "Fun? You have a weird definition of fun."

    Naval crossed her arms, smirking. "Well, at least we got something useful out of it."

    Leon glanced at Roselia. "That Phantom Dust¡ªcan we use it for the potion?"

    Roselia''s eyes gleamed with interest. "Oh, most definitely."

    Lilian nodded. "Then let''s get back and start experimenting."

    "Hold your horses there. We need much more if we''re inventing a new potion," Roselia said as Leon nodded. Most of the time, he had given her the alchemy ingredients they had gathered or sold them if they couldn''t use them.

    "So now, we have to go and hunt for them ourselves," he said with a sigh.

 Chapter 171 Hunt for Alchemy Ingredients

    "Let''s go back to the Quest Hall and ask for quests that specifically give alchemy ingredients as drops," Leon said, and the others nodded in agreement.

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    They made their way back to the Quest Hall, navigating through the bustling streets of Sin City. Unlike other floors, where law and order were somewhat maintained, Sin City was ruled by strength and reputation. People either avoided trouble or thrived in chaos.

    As they entered the grand hall, the scent of ink and parchment mixed with the faint metallic smell of blood. The receptionist, a tall woman with fox-like ears and a playful smirk, glanced at them.

    "Back so soon?" she teased. "What can I do for you this time?"

    Leon stepped forward. "We''re looking for quests that reward alchemy ingredients¡ªrare ones, preferably."

    She raised an eyebrow. "Ah, alchemists, huh? Not many people take those quests seriously. Most just go for monster hunts or treasure raids. But let''s see..." She flipped through a thick book before pulling out a few quest sheets.

    "Here are some that might interest you." She handed over three options:

    [Venomous Bloom Hunt] ¨C Retrieve the petals of the Nightshade Bloom, a rare plant guarded by venomous insects deep within the Blackthorn Swamp.

    Reward: High-grade alchemy materials and 800 Ascender Points.

    Difficulty: A-rank.

    [Heart of the Magma Lotus] ¨C Collect the fiery core of a Magma Lotus that grows near active lava pits in the Volcanic Rift.

    Reward: Fire-elemental alchemy materials and 1,200 Ascender Points.

    Difficulty: S-rank.

    [The Crimson Serpent''s Core] ¨C Defeat the Crimson Serpent and extract its alchemical core.

    Reward: A legendary alchemy catalyst and 2,000 Ascender Points.

    Difficulty: SS-rank.

    Leon whistled, impressed by the options. "Damn, these aren''t easy."

    Roman grinned. "Then let''s not give them the chance."

    With a swift motion, he summoned a gust of wind, dispersing the mist before it could thicken. Lilian and Roselia launched precise magical attacks, burning through the Crawlers before they could retreat into the ground.

    Naval, who had been silent up until now, gracefully stepped forward, slicing the last one with an ethereal blade, leaving behind only a faint shimmer in the air.

    "Efficient," Leon complimented.

    Naval simply shrugged. "I don''t waste movements."

    After dealing with the creatures, the group carefully scanned the area. It was Roselia who finally spotted a cluster of Nightshade Blooms, their dark purple petals glowing faintly under the moonlight.

    "These flowers bloom only at night," she explained. "They absorb mana from the surroundings, which is why they''re so potent for alchemy."

    Leon knelt down, carefully cutting the stems with an enchanted dagger to preserve their properties. "We got what we came for. Let''s get out before something bigger shows up."

    Just as he said that, the swamp began to tremble.

    A deep, guttural roar echoed through the air as a massive creature emerged from the murky waters¡ªa Swamp King Basilisk, its golden eyes gleaming as it locked onto them.

    The Basilisk was an apex predator, known to petrify its prey with its gaze before devouring them whole. However, before it could use its ability, Leon activated Sage Eyes, countering its effects.

    "Don''t look directly at its eyes!" he warned the others.

    Milim cracked her knuckles. "Finally, something worth punching!"

    Before anyone could stop her, she leapt at the Basilisk, delivering a devastating punch to its head, sending it crashing into a nearby tree.

    Roselia sighed. "She never listens."

    Lilian and Naval used barrier magic to shield the group, while Roman took the opportunity to enhance Leon''s sword with a powerful enchantment.

    "Go for its heart!" Roman instructed.

    Leon nodded, dashing forward. Using the opening Milim created, he pierced the Basilisk''s chest with his sword, unleashing a surge of mana.

    The creature let out a final roar before collapsing, its enormous body shaking the ground.

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    As the Basilisk''s body dissolved, it left behind a rare alchemy material¡ªBasilisk Essence, a valuable ingredient-a catalyst that could enhance potions to a higher tier.

    Roselia''s eyes gleamed. "This is a jackpot."

    Leon picked up the essence and smirked. "Looks like this quest was more rewarding than expected."

    "But don''t forget for what we are here" Millim said as they nodded Leon put the essence back in inventory while they also took the Basilisk Eyes

    Roselia carefully stored the Basilisk Scales in a reinforced alchemy pouch, making sure to keep them separate from the Essence to prevent any unwanted reactions. "These scales can be used for potion reinforcement or even crafting magical armor," she noted.

    Lilian checked their surroundings. "Alright, we got everything we need. Let''s head back before anything else shows up."

    As they made their way out of the swamp, Roman spoke up. "So, what''s the plan now? Are we heading straight to the lab, or are we taking a break first?"

    "We still have a quest to do," Milim reminded them once again as they nodded in agreement.

    [Venomous Bloom Hunt]

    Objective: Retrieve the petals of the Nightshade Bloom, a rare plant guarded by venomous insects deep within the Blackthorn Swamp.

    Reward: High-grade alchemy materials and 800 Ascender Points.

    Difficulty: A-rank

    She was referring to this quest, so they began walking deeper into the swamp, venturing further inward.

    As they moved deeper into the Blackthorn Swamp, the air grew thick with humidity, and the dense mist made it difficult to see too far ahead. The buzzing of insects echoed around them, their sounds blending with the occasional croaks of swamp creatures lurking beneath the murky waters.

    Roman, wielding his greatsword, cleaved through the wasps in wide arcs, using brute strength to break their armored exoskeletons. "There''s too many of them!" he grunted, swinging his sword once more.

    Meanwhile, Roselia cast a fire spell, sending a whirlwind of flames into the air. The sudden burst of heat scorched several wasps, sending their burning bodies crashing into the swamp water with loud hisses.

    But the swarm wasn''t their only problem. The illusion continued warping their vision, making it difficult to tell friend from foe.

    Leon clenched his fists, focusing his Sage Eyes even harder. He traced the Phantom Lotus''s energy back to its core and finally found the weak point. "Got it!" He thrust his hand forward, gathering mana before releasing a sharp burst of anti-illusion energy.

    The air rippled like shattered glass, and suddenly, the illusion dissolved.

    The swamp shifted back to reality, revealing the Nightshade Bloom¡ªa beautiful but ominous black flower with glowing purple petals, guarded by a massive wasp queen.

    "Well," Milim smirked, wiping sweat from her brow. "Now that''s a real opponent."

    The Wasp Queen screeched, its wings sending out a sonic shockwave that shook the trees. It was easily three times the size of the others, its stinger pulsating with lethal venom.

    Leon drew his weapon. "Let''s take it down!"

    The Wasp Queen let out a shrill, echoing cry, her massive, translucent wings beating rapidly as she rose into the air. The pressure from her movements sent ripples through the murky swamp water, and her multiple glowing red eyes locked onto Leon''s group with pure malice.

    "Watch out!" Roselia warned as the queen suddenly dove forward, her massive stinger aimed directly at Roman.

    Roman barely had time to react, raising his greatsword just in time to block the attack. The impact sent him skidding backward, his boots digging deep furrows into the muddy ground. His arms shook from the force. "Damn, she''s strong!"

    Milim didn''t wait¡ªshe launched herself upward, aiming to punch the queen straight in the head. But at the last second, the queen''s wings twisted unnaturally, sending her body into an abrupt spin.

    Milim''s attack missed, and in the next instant, the Wasp Queen''s legs lashed out, kicking her out of the air and sending her crashing into a tree. The impact cracked the bark.

    "Milim!" Liliana called, but Milim just stood up, grinning. "Tch! That actually hurt a little. I like her already!"

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    The Wasp Queen let out a piercing shriek, her massive, chitinous body casting a shadow over the group as she hovered in place, her translucent wings beating rapidly. Her golden compound eyes locked onto Leon, recognizing him as the greatest threat.

    With a violent lurch forward, she lunged, her razor-sharp stinger gleaming with lethal venom. Roman barely managed to raise his greatsword in time, intercepting the attack. The force of the impact sent him skidding back, his boots carving trenches into the damp, moss-covered ground.@@@@

    Milim capitalized on the opening, launching herself like a cannonball, her fists wreathed in pure energy. She struck at the queen''s armored exoskeleton, but the blow barely cracked the thick carapace. The queen reacted instantly, twisting midair with terrifying speed and slamming Milim away with her spiked legs. Milim crashed into a tree, coughing as she struggled to get up.

    "She''s fast," Roselia muttered, narrowing her eyes. "And she''s not fighting alone."

    At her words, a swarm of smaller wasps emerged from the trees, their bodies glowing faintly with venomous energy. They darted toward the group, surrounding them from all directions.

    Leon''s Sage Eyes flared to life, his vision instantly cutting through the illusionary shifts in the queen''s movements. Her true weak points revealed themselves¡ªtiny gaps between the wing joints and the softer chitin along her abdomen.

    "Go for the wings! That''s where she''s vulnerable!" Leon called out, his voice sharp and precise.

    Lilian took the cue immediately. With swift, fluid movements, she dashed under the queen''s legs, her daggers glinting in the dim light. She hurled a poisoned blade directly at the joint of the left wing. The impact sent a jolt through the queen''s body, her flight becoming erratic.

    Roman charged in next, raising his greatsword high before bringing it down in a devastating arc, aiming for the same weak point. The edge of his blade clashed against the queen''s carapace, cracking it further.

    Milim, now recovered, snarled. "My turn!" She grabbed onto the weakened wing, her muscles bulging with raw power, and ripped it clean off.

    The Wasp Queen screeched, her body spiraling out of control as she plummeted to the ground, her massive form shattering trees upon impact.

    Before she could recover, Roselia took a step forward, extending her hand. A swirling vortex of fire formed in her palm, condensing into a single, spear-like shape.

    "What kind of secrets?" Leon asked, intrigued.

    She hesitated for a moment before explaining, "The secrets about manipulating the essence of life itself. No one truly understands it, and if you try to grasp it without the required level of perception, you''re bound to suffer severe backlash."

    Leon frowned, deep in thought. The idea of manipulating the essence of life was both intriguing and dangerous. If alchemy could alter life itself, then there were bound to be forbidden techniques that no one dared to use.

    "We''re not going that far," he said, shaking his head. "For now, let''s focus on our Poison-type Potion and see if we can create something entirely new."

    Roselia smirked. "Good. You''re not getting delusions of godhood just yet," she teased.

    Millim, who had been listening quietly, suddenly clapped her hands. "Alright, enough deep talk! Let''s go claim our rewards for the quest and gather more ingredients!"

    They reached the Alchemy Guild in Sin City, where they turned in their Venomous Bloom Hunt quest. The guildmaster, an elderly man with silver hair and sharp eyes, examined the Nightshade Bloom Petals carefully before nodding in satisfaction.

    "Excellent work," he said. "With these, you can make some high-tier poisons or even use them as catalysts for advanced potions."

    Leon accepted the bag of high-grade alchemy materials and their 800 Ascender Points before turning to the guildmaster.

    "I need information," he said. "Are there any known alchemists who have tried to create potions that grant a poison attribute or something similar?"

    The guildmaster''s expression turned thoughtful as he said. "There have been attempts, but none were successful. Most ended in catastrophic failures, leading to either the death of the alchemist or the potion becoming unstable."

    "Why do you ask?" He asked as Leon replied " hmm, I was thinking of getting one such potion pity there is none" he said as guildmaster nodded "indeed a pity , with it one could hunt the monsters that are weak to Poison" He said as leon nodded.

 Chapter 174 After 6 months

    Six months passed as they continued hunting for more and more alchemy ingredients, hoping to gather everything Leon needed before he could begin creating the new potion recipe.

    "Another failure," Leon sighed as he let the murky, poisonous liquid slip through his fingers. Without even looking back, he tossed the failed mixture behind him, where it landed in the dustbin placed specifically for his many unsuccessful attempts. At this point, this had become the only skill he had mastered¡ªthrowing away failures.

    "Relax," Roselia said, watching him with crossed arms. "Creating a new potion formula is incredibly difficult. Even experienced alchemists spend years perfecting a single recipe."

    She leaned against the table, studying the ingredients scattered across it. "The problem isn''t just the ingredients. You''re trying to make a potion that doesn''t exist yet. That means there''s no blueprint to follow¡ªonly trial and error."

    Leon rubbed his temples. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But at this rate, I''ll spend a lifetime just making one damn potion."

    Millim, who had been lounging nearby, suddenly sat up. "Then why don''t we change our approach?"

    Leon glanced at her. "What do you mean?"

    Millim said thoughtfully "Instead of just mixing ingredients randomly, why not break down the potions that already exist? Study their core properties and see how they interact. That way, we can build something from the ground up, instead of blindly guessing."

    Leon''s eyes widened slightly. "That... actually makes sense."

    Roselia shrugged. "Of course, it does. That''s Alchemy 101."

    Leon groaned. "And you''re telling me this now?"

    She shrugged again. "I figured you needed to suffer a bit first."

    Leon sighed but then smirked. "Fine. Let''s do it your way. We''ll deconstruct existing potions and find a new path forward."

    Leon and the group wasted no time, diving headfirst into their new approach. Instead of randomly combining ingredients, they spent days breaking down existing potions, isolating their core properties, and studying how different elements interacted.

    Their workspace soon became a chaotic mess of glass vials, bubbling concoctions, and stacks of notes filled with scribbled formulas.

    Roselia held up a flask containing a glowing blue liquid. "This is a standard Poison Resistance Potion. Its core components are Nightshade Essence, Lunar Dew, and Purified Etherleaf. If we analyze how these work together, we might be able to enhance its properties or even alter them entirely."

    With their breakthrough complete, the only thing left was to see if the potion truly worked¡ªor if it would be their just another failure.

    Leon sat cross-legged in the dimly lit alchemy chamber, staring at the Venom Assimilation Elixir in his hands. The swirling liquid held immense potential, but also unpredictable risks. Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

    Roselia, arms crossed, gave him a sharp look. "Are you sure you want to be the first test subject? We still don''t fully understand the long-term effects."

    Leon exhaled slowly. "If we don''t take risks, we''ll never make progress. Besides, I trust our work." He uncorked the flask, the faint scent of herbs and magic wafting out, mixed with a sharp metallic tang¡ªa sign of its venom-binding properties.

    Millim smiled somewhat dangerously, leaning forward. "If you drop dead, can I take over your research notes?"

    Leon rolled his eyes. "Try it and I''ll haunt you."

    With one last deep breath, he downed the elixir in a single gulp.

    The moment it touched his throat, a wave of heat spread through his veins, like molten fire mixed with ice. His mana flared, clashing wildly against an unseen force. He clenched his fists as a dark energy surged within him, his body reacting violently to the potion''s effects.

    Naval''s eyes widened. "Leon! What''s happening?!"

    His vision blurred. His Sage Eyes activated involuntarily, revealing layers of swirling mana patterns surrounding him. His veins glowed faintly as the potion''s effects merged with his body, shifting, adapting, and stabilizing.

    Then, suddenly¡ªsilence.

    Leon exhaled sharply, feeling a strange new awareness in his body. He raised his hand and focused. A small drop of translucent venom formed on his fingertips, but instead of being harmful to him, it felt like an extension of his own mana.

    Roselia''s eyes sparkled with fascination. "Leon... I think it worked."

    Leon smirked, rolling his shoulders. "Not just worked¡ªit''s perfect."

    Millim clapped. "Then I think it''s time for a real test."

    Naval grinned. "Agreed. And I know just the place¡ªThe Venomous Abyss. If your potion can withstand the toxins there, it''s truly one of a kind."

 Chapter 175 Testing the potion

    The group wasted no time. After gathering supplies, they set off toward the Venomous Abyss, a place notorious for its toxic mists and lethal creatures.

    As they approached the edge of the abyss, a thick, sickly green fog covered the landscape. The ground was cracked, exuding a faint glow, and twisted, withered trees stood like lifeless husks.

    Roselia covered her mouth with a cloth. "This place is worse than I imagined. The mana here is completely contaminated."

    Millim summoned a small fireball in her palm. "Not just contaminated¡ªit''s alive. I can feel something... moving within the mist."

    Leon activated his Sage Eyes, his vision piercing through the illusionary layers of the fog. His expression darkened. "You''re right. This isn''t just poison¡ªit''s a living force, shifting and reacting to us."

    Naval took a cautious step forward, her hand on her blade. "Then let''s not give it a reason to attack first."

    The group advanced slowly, their steps careful and deliberate. The deeper they ventured, the denser the air became, until even breathing felt like inhaling razor-sharp needles.

    Suddenly, a deep hissing echoed through the abyss. The ground trembled. Something massive stirred in the mist.

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Brace yourselves. We''re not alone."

    Out of the fog emerged a colossal serpent, its scales glistening with a venomous sheen. Its eyes were deep pools of glowing green, and as it opened its maw, a stream of toxic mist spilled out, dissolving the very ground beneath it.

    [Venom Tyrant: Abyssal Serpent]

    Rank: SS

    Abilities: Toxic Breath, Regenerative Venom, Illusionary Shedding

    Millim grinned. "Oh? Now this is more like it!"

    Leon''s hands crackled with mana as he activated his new Venom Assimilation ability-After drinking the venom Assimilation Elixir once again as it only works for half an hour, after the time all the poison inside your body will be neutralized and then you have to re drink it and you will be ready to absorb and use any poison-, allowing his body to resist the toxins. "Let''s see if my potion really works."

    The serpent lunged with blinding speed, its fangs dripping with corrosive venom. Leon barely dodged, feeling the air sizzle where the poison landed.

    Roselia unleashed a barrage of ice lances, aiming for its eyes, but the beast shed its skin mid-attack, phasing through the assault before regenerating instantly.

    The little Imperial Blue Naga shook her head innocently, her sapphire-like eyes gleaming with mischief. "I was good! Mostly..."

    Meanwhile Roselia pet Vulcan, the volcanic Dragon reached his master as he pointed at his Charred Scales and then pointed at Aqua.

    "Did you bully Vulcan again?" Leon raised an eyebrow.

    Aqua immediately shook her head, looking offended. "No! He ate my food first!" she protested in a pitiful voice, puffing her cheeks.

    Vulcan, the massive Volcanic Dragon, huffed, lowering his head as if in silent agreement with Aqua''s accusation. His usually glowing scales were slightly charred, showing signs of some rough play.

    Roselia sighed, kneeling down to heal Vulcan''s damaged scales with a healing potion. "These two never learn," she muttered.

    Leon shook his head in amusement. He had been gone for only a short time, yet the two troublemakers had already started another food war.

    After spending some time chatting and playing with the two, Leon finally retired to his study.

    He is now going to get his potion checked, he took out the Alchemy Saint legacy book, and then opening it he placed the Potion on it.

    Leon watched with anticipation as the Alchemy Saint Legacy Book glowed faintly, absorbing the potion he had created. The liquid shimmered as it sank into the book''s pages, vanishing completely as if being analyzed by an unseen force.

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    For a moment, silence filled the room. Then, words began to appear on the aged parchment, glowing in golden light.

    [Evaluating...]

    Leon tapped his fingers on the wooden table, his heart pounding slightly. This was his first real breakthrough in months of trial and error.

    [Evaluation Complete]

    His eyes widened as the next line appeared.

    [Congratulations on creating a new Tier III Potion: Venom Assimilation Potion.]

    [You have passed the trial.]

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    [You have completed the Trial.]

    The moment the words appeared, the Legacy Book''s pages began to tremble.

    [Ayessh, you actually made it?!]

    [Damn, either you have some seriously good eyes¡ªwhich I now remember you do¡ªor you''re a heaven-sent talent.]

    [Creating an entirely new potion in just six months? Even I took over years to make new ones.]

    [Well, whatever. I was just checking whether you had the spark to create something unique or not. But you ended up concocting one! Congrats on passing with flying colors¡ªnot that I actually know what that means.]

    [Anyway, the next trial will unlock after five months. Until then, do whatever you want.]

    With that, the glowing words faded, and the Legacy Book returned to normal.

    "Hmm, so he just wanted to see me do it... weird guy," Leon mumbled, shaking his head.

    Roselia smirked. "I was wondering why the difficulty was so high¡ªturns out it wasn''t." She then added, "Though it''s good we ended up creating a new potion. This way, you can register it under your name, and every time someone buys it, you''ll get 10% of the sales."

    "Damn, so that means those guys who made their own potion are filthy rich?" Leon asked, amazed.

    Roselia nodded. "Yes. Alchemists who create their own potions are indeed filthy rich and can earn money just by sitting around."

    Leon chuckled and nodded. "Well then, I''m going to register it."

    Though he wasn''t lacking in money, having a steady flow of passive income was always a good idea.

    Leon wasted no time and headed straight to the Alchemist Guild to register his newly created potion. The guild was a grand building, its towering structure lined with intricate carvings of legendary alchemists and ancient symbols. As he stepped inside, the scent of herbs and potions filled the air, mixing with the faint hum of magical energy.

    At the registration counter, a young woman in an alchemist''s robe greeted him. "Welcome to the Alchemist Guild. How may I assist you today?"

    "I''d like to register a new potion under my name," Leon said, placing a vial of the Venom Assimilation Potion on the counter.

    "Now," Roland began, his tone serious, "registering a new potion under your name means you will own the formula and its rights. Anyone who wants to manufacture or sell this potion must pay you royalties. The standard rate is 10%, but for first-time creators, we offer a one-time bonus."

    Leon nodded, intrigued. "And how much would that be?"

    Roland smirked. "Since this is a Tier III potion, and an original one at that... 50,000 gold coins upfront, plus your standard cut of all future sales."

    Roselia whistled. "That''s a lot of money for just one potion."

    Leon leaned back in his chair, contemplating. He wasn''t lacking in funds, but securing continuous passive income was always a smart move. "Sounds good. Let''s proceed with the registration."

    Roland nodded and placed the Venom Assimilation Potion into the golden registration crystal. The crystal glowed, scanning the potion''s properties and engraving its unique formula into the guild''s records. A few moments later, golden letters materialized in the air:

    [Venom Assimilation Potion ¨C Tier III]

    Creator: Leon

    Ownership: Exclusive

    With a final flash, the registration process was complete. Roland handed Leon an alchemy license with his name inscribed on it. "Congratulations. From this day forward, you are officially recognized as an Innovator Alchemist in the guild."

    Leon accepted the license, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

    "Also," Roland added with a grin, "this potion will soon hit the market. You should prepare for a lot of attention¡ªboth from buyers and other alchemists who''ll want to challenge you."

    "Though attention is not a bad thing, some old alchemists might target you for your legacy," Roland said.

    Leon tilted his head. "What do you mean?" he asked.

    Roland shrugged. "You know what I mean. No self-taught alchemist can create a potion like this¡ªyou must have a legacy," he said, giving Leon a knowing look.

    Leon remained silent, neither confirming nor denying it.

    Roland waved his hand dismissively. "Leaving that aside, what is your brand name and logo?"

    Leon stared at him, caught off guard. "Brand name?"

 Chapter 177 Brand

    "Yes, a brand," Roland confirmed. "It can be as simple as your first initial, like an ''L'' for Leon, or a logo representing you. It helps establish your own potion brand in the market. If people like your potions, they''ll start buying only the ones you create for their unique effects."

    Leon tilted his head. "But I''m not planning on creating potions regularly. I mostly focus on ascending the tower."

    Roland nodded. "I know. You''re aiming to reach higher levels, not become a full-time alchemist. But having your own brand is still a great idea."

    Leon frowned slightly. "So, I wouldn''t have to personally make each potion?"

    "Exactly," Roland said with a grin. "Once you create a potion, we can mass-produce it and sell it under your name."

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    Leon crossed his arms. "But what if you guys mess up? If something goes wrong, wouldn''t people come after me?"

    Roland chuckled. "No, no. You''ll only be recognized as the creator of the potion, not the manufacturer. If there''s a problem, the Alchemist Guild will handle complaints. Your name will be registered under the House of Creation, meaning your role is simply the inventor, not the producer."

    He pulled out a pen and a registry book, flipping it open. "Now, just sign here to officially register your alchemy brand. If you already have a shop or a sigil, we can add that too, but it''s not necessary."

    Leon nodded and took the pen, then began sketching his logo. It was simple yet symbolic¡ªa magic staff gripped between sharp fangs, representing both his Ascender identity and his mage class.

    Roland raised an eyebrow as he examined the design. "A fitting emblem. It gives off a strong, mystical vibe."

    Roselia smirked. "Simple, but it carries weight. People will recognize it easily."

    Leon shrugged. "I just wanted something that represents me."

    Roland nodded in approval. "Alright then, with this logo, your alchemy brand is officially registered. From now on, any potion you create can be sold under this mark. If your creations become famous, this symbol will hold great value in the market."

    Roland took the Arcane Seal and placed it on the registry, officially confirming Leon''s status as a Creator Alchemist. The registry crystal glowed briefly, and his name was added to the guild''s records.

    [Quest: Ruins of Zekrath]

    Rank: Gold

    Objective: Investigate the ruins of an ancient alchemical civilization and retrieve the Philosopher''s Ash, a rare alchemical catalyst.

    Reward: 5,000 Alchemist Points, an exclusive alchemical relic, and 1,000 guild contribution.

    Warning: The ruins are believed to be cursed, and several expeditions have never returned.

    "I will take this," Leon mumbled, picking up the quest and heading to the registration desk.

    "You need to be part of the Alchemist Guild to accept Alchemist-exclusive quests," the receptionist said, glancing at the quest parchment.

    Leon simply showed his Golden Badge to her.

    The receptionist''s eyes widened slightly before nodding. "Very well, give me a moment." She registered the quest under his name and then handed it back.

    "You can now take this quest. You have three months to complete it, or you will be delisted," she explained.

    Leon nodded and stepped aside, waiting for the others to choose their own quests. They had decided to split up and take different quests according to their own specialties, planning to reunite after finishing their respective tasks.

    After a month, they all returned, each carrying a completed quest with them.

    Roselia had chosen an alchemy material-gathering quest, collecting rare herbs and minerals.

    Roman had opted to explore an undead dungeon, battling through hordes of undead creatures.

    Meanwhile, Milim and her maids, Naval and Liliana, took on an exploration quest for a newly spawned dungeon, charting its layout and identifying potential dangers.

 Chapter 178 Ruins of Zekrath

    Leon looked at the massive Dungeon Portal.

    "So, the Ruins is actually a Dungeon," he muttered, nodding as he sighed before stepping inside.

    He had come to Ruins of Zekrath, a dungeon with a unique role-playing mechanism, based on the information he had gathered.

    This meant that the moment he entered, he wouldn''t just explore ruins¡ªhe would experience Zekrath Academy, the once-grand and prestigious Alchemy Academy from ancient times. Instead of ruins, it would feel as if he had truly traveled back in time to when the academy was still thriving.

    Inside, he would have to attend alchemy studies, complete lessons, and eventually retrieve the Philosopher''s Ash, a legendary alchemical material.

    The moment he entered, a blinding light engulfed his vision.

    His senses shifted, his body felt light, and when the brightness faded, he found himself standing in a vast hall along with many other children.

    "Great... I''m a kid now," Leon muttered, realizing that he had been transformed into his 12-year-old self.

    Looking around, he noticed that everyone else also seemed young, dressed in simple student robes. The grand hall was adorned with towering bookshelves, glowing alchemy circles, and statues of ancient scholars.@@@@

    It was as if he had truly traveled back in time to the era when Zekrath Academy was still flourishing.

    "Welcome, everyone, to this year''s Zekrath Academy Entrance Exam!"

    Suddenly, an old man appeared, floating in mid-air, his long robes billowing as he addressed the crowd. His ancient yet powerful voice echoed through the vast hall, and the gathered students'' eyes lit up with excitement and nervousness.

    "Now... are you all ready for it?"

    As soon as he spoke, the surroundings shifted¡ªthe colors drained from the world, turning everything into shades of grey, and an eerie stillness settled over the room.

    A system notification appeared in Leon''s vision:

    [The Dungeon: Zekrath Academy will now begin. After this, you can truly die.]

    [Will you accept the trial or leave the dungeon?]

    Leon smirked. "A real-life academy trial, huh?" His eyes burned with determination.

    Without hesitation, he selected ''Accept'' and prepared for whatever was to come.

    With those words, a large sand timer appeared, counting down the time. The alchemy tables materialized in front of each participant, filled with basic alchemy tools and ingredients.

    The practical test had begun.

    Leon calmly examined the ingredients provided on the table. Dried herbs, powdered minerals, mana-infused crystals¡ªeverything needed for Tier 1 potions was available.

    ''Basic stuff, but good enough,'' he thought. He didn''t need to rush. Instead, he focused on efficiency and precision, making sure his movements remained smooth and controlled. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

    Step 1: Preparing the Base

    He grabbed a mortar and pestle, crushing the necessary herbs into fine powder while activating his alchemical sense. Unlike beginners who relied on manual measurements, Leon could feel the purity of each ingredient, ensuring he extracted only the best parts.

    Step 2: Mixing and Heating

    Next, he added the crushed herbs into three separate flasks, each one designated for a specific potion.

    For the Health Potion, he used Red Moon Grass for vitality.

    For the Mana Potion, he mixed in Blue Spirit Leaves to enhance mana flow.

    For the Anti-Venom Potion, he added Serpent Bane Root, a natural antidote to common toxins.

    Leon ignited the alchemy burner beneath the flasks, carefully adjusting the heat levels for optimal infusion.

    Step 3: Stabilization and Bottling

    As the potions bubbled, a golden glow surrounded Leon''s hands¡ªa sign of his high alchemical affinity. Using this, he stabilized the mixtures, ensuring maximum potency without any side effects.

    Once done, he poured the liquid into glass vials, sealing them with alchemy inscriptions that preserved freshness.

    Completion

    Looking around, he noticed most participants struggled with controlling their flames or balancing the potion''s properties. Some had already failed, their mixtures turning into useless sludge.

    Leon, on the other hand, had finished with more than two hours remaining.

    ''Too easy,'' he mused, pretending to check his notes while waiting for the next phase of the exam.

 Chapter 179 Zekrath Academy

    After the potion-making exam, the old examiner looked at the remaining participants and nodded.@@@@

    "Good. Now, for the second trial¡ªharvesting. Follow me," he instructed, leading the group outside.

    As they stepped into the academy''s alchemy botanical garden, Leon''s eyes widened slightly. Rows of glowing plants, mystical flowers, and medicinal herbs stretched before them, each species cultivated with extreme care. The air was thick with a mixture of floral and earthy scents, and the faint hum of mana could be felt throughout the area.

    The examiner stopped at a fenced-off section filled with various herbs. "For this trial, you will be given a list of plants to collect. The test is not just about gathering them but harvesting them correctly¡ªwithout damaging their medicinal properties. You have one hour."

    A parchment materialized before each participant, listing the required herbs:

    Silver Bloom Grass (used for healing potions)

    Mana Orchid Petals (amplifies mana recovery in elixirs)

    Nightshade Root (a key ingredient in antidotes, but toxic if handled incorrectly)

    Leon activated his Alchemist''s Insight, allowing him to see the flow of mana within each plant.

    Unlike beginners who would simply pluck the herbs, he understood that every plant had an optimal cutting method to maintain its potency.

    Step 1: Harvesting Silver Bloom Grass

    Leon approached a patch of Silver Bloom Grass, which had delicate silver veins running through its blades. If harvested carelessly, the veins would rupture, causing the plant''s healing properties to dissipate.

    Taking out a thin alchemy knife, he expertly cut the base at an angle, allowing the plant to continue growing while preserving its medicinal strength.

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    Step 2: Collecting Mana Orchid Petals

    Mana Orchids were trickier. Their petals contained mana-infused nectar, which would evaporate within minutes if exposed to air. Most students nervously plucked them, but Leon gently tapped the orchid''s stem, making it release the petals naturally. He swiftly stored them in a preservation vial, ensuring their potency remained intact.

    Step 3: Extracting Nightshade Root

    Using the herbs he had collected earlier, he prepared a special antidote by:

    Grinding Nightshade Root into a fine paste to absorb excess toxins.

    Adding purified Mana Orchid extract to stabilize the body''s energy.

    Mixing it with diluted Silver Bloom essence to strengthen the immune system.

    After carefully brewing the potion, he coated a fine needle with the antidote and injected it directly into the patient''s bloodstream.

    Despite the elaborate process leon did, it was just an tier 1 potion and the patient was also infected with the tier 1 poison, so the test despite looking hard is relay was for tier 1 Alchemist.

    Step 3: Healing and Recovery

    Within minutes, the dark veins began to fade, the patient''s breathing steadied, and color returned to his face. He blinked, slowly regaining consciousness.

    "W-What happened...?" the patient murmured.

    Leon gave a small nod. "You were poisoned by a mana-reactive venom, but you''re safe now. Rest, and you''ll recover fully within a few hours."

    The examiners watched with impressed expressions. Many other participants had either failed to diagnose their patients correctly or used the wrong treatments, worsening their conditions.

    Leon, however, had cured his patient perfectly. He was among the few who did it flawlessly, the Examiner noted his name too.

    Exam Results and Final Evaluation

    After all Four tests concluded, the participants were gathered once more. The old examiner stroked his beard as he read from a parchment.

    "Out of all examinees, only a few have passed all three tests successfully. Those who failed will have the chance to reattempt next year."

    "Out of 1,098 participants here, only 97 of you have passed the test. I am sure you all know your own results," he said. He then added, "Those who believe they have passed, go to the right side. Those who don''t, go to the left."

    As the participants looked at him, they hesitated for a moment before making their decisions. One by one, they walked to the right side, showing their confidence in passing. Meanwhile, only a few walked to the left, accepting their failure.

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    The old examiner silently watched as the majority went to the right side. "In case you all did not hear me, only a few of you have passed. So reconsider your decision, or the consequences will be dire," he said calmly.

    A few among those on the right hesitated and moved to the left side.@@@@

    Exactly five minutes later, the old examiner spoke again. "I told you all that only a few were able to pass, yet you all acted like fools, standing there with false confidence." His eyes grew cold as he continued, "I warned you¡ªthe consequences will be dire."

    With a single motion of his finger, except the 97 selected "passers" , the rest suddenly began to burn in eerie blue flames, their bodies turning to dust in mere seconds. Their screams of agony echoed before they perished completely.

    "A true alchemist is someone who pursues the truth, yet you all couldn''t even be honest with yourselves. How can you possibly walk the path of wisdom?" the old examiner said coldly as he turned to the left side. "Those who stood firm from the start, you may take the test again next year. However, it will be a Tier III Alchemy test. As for those who ignored my warning and moved after I spoke, you are forever banned from setting foot on the grounds of Zerkath Academy."

    With a wave of his hand, those on the left side were escorted out of the hall.

    Now, only the true 97 participants remained, including Leon. They glanced at the old examiner, who turned to them. For a moment, his face softened, and his cold expression faded.

    "Now, let me show you to your quarters. Inside, you will find the academy''s alchemy manual as well as your classes Schedule," he said, gesturing for them to follow.

    The remaining 97 participants followed the old examiner through the grand halls of Zerkath Academy. The intricate architecture, adorned with ancient alchemy symbols and glowing runes, gave the place an almost mystical aura. The further they walked, the more Leon could sense the powerful alchemical energy embedded within the academy itself.

    After a short while, they arrived at a large circular courtyard, where several dormitory buildings stood in a perfect formation.

    "These are your living quarters," the old examiner announced. "Each of you has been assigned an individual room. Inside, you will find the basic alchemy manual of Zerkath Academy, which will serve as your foundation in the coming years."

    He raised his hand, and several academy attendants stepped forward, each carrying a scroll.

    "Take these. They contain the rules and schedules you are expected to follow. Failure to comply will result in expulsion, or worse."

    Leon took his scroll, scanning its contents briefly. The rules were strict, as expected. The schedule included rigorous training, alchemy lessons, and various practical examinations.

    "Your training begins tomorrow at dawn. Rest well, for the path of an alchemist is not for the weak," the old examiner said before turning and leaving.

    Leon entered his assigned room, which was surprisingly spacious. A wooden desk stood in one corner, filled with alchemy tools and basic ingredients, while a bookshelf contained various tomes on potion-making, transmutation, and elemental fusion.

    On the bed, a single book lay open. The title read:

    "Zerkath Academy''s Fundamentals of Alchemy: Volume I."

    Leon raised his brows as he flipped through the pages. "Looks like things are about to get interesting."

    ''What the hell is with this dungeon''s difficulty? Is this some kind of nightmare mode?'' Leon inwardly cursed as he focused, pushing his frustration aside.

    This time, he activated his Alchemy Sense¡ªa natural technique used by true alchemists. Unlike his Sage Eyes, which gave direct answers, Alchemy Sense relied on mana emission and mental acuity, allowing an alchemist to probe substances at a deep level.

    He exhaled, placing his hand near the vial. His mana spread out, brushing against the potion''s essence, breaking it down into its base components.

    Taking a deep breath, Leon increased his focus. This wasn''t difficult for him¡ªhe had done it many times before while creating new potions using the knowledge from the legacy book.

    He began to explore each vial in exquisite detail, breaking down the core essence of the substances within. Each herb had its own distinct essence, and as a Tier V Alchemist, he had knowledge of almost over a million different compositions.

    One by one, he analyzed the vials, identifying their components effortlessly. "Let''s see... this one contains Dragonleaf Essence... this has Spiritroot Extract... and this is infused with Lunar Dew."

    His mana flowed seamlessly, resonating with the alchemical properties of each substance. A faint glow surrounded the vials as he methodically deciphered their contents, proving his mastery.

    Alric observed Leon with narrowed eyes, waiting for him to falter. However, as the seconds passed, Leon''s movements remained precise, his expression calm and focused.

    "Dragonleaf Essence, Spiritroot Extract, and Lunar Dew," Leon stated confidently as he placed the vials down. "This one here is infused with Fire Lotus Nectar, and this... is a diluted form of Abyssal Nightshade."

    Murmurs spread among the students. Identifying herbs and potions by essence alone was something only seasoned alchemists could do, yet Leon was handling it effortlessly.

    Alric''s smirk faded slightly. "Impressive... but that was just the easy part. Now, mix them to create a stable Elixir of Rejuvenation. If you make even the slightest mistake, the potion will turn into poison."

    Leon inwardly scoffed. What kind of entry-level test is this?

    Still, he played along. He carefully measured each ingredient, controlling the alchemical reaction with expert precision. As he combined the extracts, the liquid glowed faintly, swirling in a mesmerizing pattern before settling into a deep emerald color.

    A faint medicinal fragrance filled the air¡ªan unmistakable sign of a perfectly crafted Elixir of Rejuvenation.

    Leon lifted the vial and placed it before Alric. "Done."

    Alric picked up the vial, examining it closely. The clarity, the balance of essences¡ªthere was no doubt. This was a flawless potion.

    Silence filled the room.

    Alric exhaled sharply. "It seems you have some real skill after all." His tone was neutral, but there was an underlying irritation. "Very well. You pass this test."

    Leon nodded though inwardly he was cursing '' whats the problem with this guy?'' he thought.

 Chapter 181 Zekrath Academy III

    As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Leon found himself fully immersed in his studies at Zerkath Academy. The rigorous curriculum was designed to push alchemists to their limits, but for Leon, it was an opportunity to refine his already formidable skills.

    Despite his Tier V alchemy, he quickly realized that the academy''s teachings held ancient knowledge that he had never encountered before. The principles of alchemy here were far beyond what he had mastered, incorporating forgotten techniques, lost formulas, and even esoteric theories on mana resonance and elemental harmonization.

    Month 1 ¨C The Foundation of Ancient Alchemy

    Leon spent the first month adapting to the academy''s methodologies. He had to relearn even the basics because the principles here were built upon deeper foundations. While most students struggled to grasp these concepts, Leon quickly absorbed them, integrating them into his own advanced knowledge.

    Through the academy''s teachings, he discovered that his previous potion-making wasted nearly 3% of materials¡ªa negligible loss for most, but unacceptable for a perfectionist like him. By refining his technique using the Elixir Spiral Method, he reduced this waste to 0.2%, making his potions stronger, purer, and longer-lasting.

    Month 3 ¨C Mastery of Elemental Infusion

    Alchemy here wasn''t just about mixing ingredients¡ªit was about understanding their essences at a fundamental level. Stay updated via My Virtual Library Empire

    Leon learned how to bind raw elemental energy into potions without the need for catalysts. He experimented with:

    Fire Lotus Extract infused with raw Fire Essence, creating a potion that enhanced fire spells by 30%.

    Moonlit Dew infused with Lunar Mana, allowing potions to boost mental clarity and mana regeneration under moonlight.

    Aetherroot Elixir, which contained traces of pure aether, increasing the body''s natural mana flow.

    This was alchemy on another level¡ªone that merged with magic itself rather than merely supporting it.

    Month 6 ¨C Experimenting with Forbidden Alchemy

    Leon''s hunger for knowledge led him to forbidden alchemical arts¡ªtechniques banned by the modern world due to their unpredictability and immense power.

    Using Soul Infusion Alchemy, he attempted to create a Sentient Elixir, one that could act independently and bond with its user. The result?

    A liquid that moved on its own, adapting its properties based on who drank it.

    When tested, it healed wounds, boosted mana, and even granted minor regenerative abilities.

    It was an alchemy breakthrough, but it was also dangerous.

    Alric caught wind of his experiment and warned him: "Forbidden alchemy isn''t just outlawed because of ethics. It can consume the alchemist as well."

    Leon wasn''t afraid. He had already mastered so much¡ªwhy stop now?

    Month 9 ¨C Battle Alchemy & Combat Training

    Alchemy wasn''t just for potions¡ªit could be used in combat.

    Leon learned how to craft explosive elixirs, defensive potions, and instant mana boosters that could turn the tide of battle. He created:

    "Cherry, show me my available Third Path options¡ªonly the Alchemy-related ones."

    [ As you wish. ]

    Cherry, the system fairy, appeared on Leon''s shoulder with her usual stoic expression. She waved her tiny hand, and various notifications materialized in front of him.

    A translucent golden screen expanded, listing all the available Alchemy-related paths for his Third Class.

    -Grandmaster Alchemist ¨C A path focused purely on refining potions, pills, and elixirs to perfection. Grants mastery over all known alchemical formulas and unlocks exclusive high-tier alchemy techniques.

    -Runic Alchemist ¨C Merges alchemy with rune magic, allowing the creation of enchanted potions, runic-infused pills, and even forging powerful artifacts.

    -Eldritch Alchemist ¨C A forbidden path that delves into ancient and lost alchemical arts, creating potions that can alter reality and living beings but at a high risk.

    -Void Alchemist ¨C An experimental path that fuses alchemy with void energy, capable of producing potions that manipulate time, space, and even life itself.

    -Soul Alchemist ¨C Masters the ability to infuse souls into potions, weapons, and artifacts. Can extract, refine, and manipulate soul essence for powerful enhancements or even resurrect the dead under certain conditions.

    -Ethereal Alchemist ¨C A rare path that focuses on creating spiritual elixirs capable of affecting non-physical entities like ghosts, spirits, and even divine beings. Can refine substances into pure ether, making them nearly weightless and energy-based.

    -Blood Alchemist ¨C Specializes in blood-based alchemy, using lifeforce, blood essence, and genetic transmutation. Can craft elixirs that permanently enhance a person''s physical or magical abilities and even modify bloodlines.

    -Demonic Alchemist ¨C A forbidden path that fuses alchemy with demonic essence, allowing the creation of potions that grant temporary or permanent demonic traits, as well as contract-based elixirs that bind beings to the alchemist''s will.

    -Celestial Alchemist ¨C A divine path that utilizes sacred elements, capable of crafting holy elixirs that heal incurable wounds, dispel curses, and bless entire regions.

    -Elemental Alchemist ¨C Merges alchemy with elemental mastery, allowing the creation of potions that permanently grant elemental affinities, along with crafting elemental cores that can be used as powerful artifacts.

    *Miracle Alchemist (Mythical Path) ¨C The One Who Creates the Impossible

    A legendary and almost mythical path, said to be pursued by only a handful of alchemists throughout history. The Miracle Alchemist defies logic itself, creating potions, elixirs, and artifacts that should not be possible under any known alchemical principles.

    Abilities & Traits:

    Law-Breaking Elixirs ¨C Can create potions that reverse death, defy time, or permanently alter the fabric of reality.

    Miracle Brew ¨C The ability to synthesize any known potion from scratch, even if the recipe has never been written before.

    Legendary Transmutation ¨C Can transmute ordinary materials into divine substances like True Gold, Celestial Ice, or Philosopher''s Tears.

    Beyond Rank Limits ¨C The potions crafted by the Miracle Alchemist can surpass even highest Tier alchemy, making them some of the rarest and most valuable in existence. ]

    Leon''s pupils constricted as he read through the description. This was on an entirely different level.

    Cherry, the system fairy, floated beside him and crossed her arms. "Now this is a true endgame alchemist path. But don''t get too excited, Leon."

    He glanced at her. "Why?"

 Chapter 182 Zekrath Academy IV

    Cherry, the system fairy, floated beside him and crossed her arms. "Now this is a true endgame alchemist path. But don''t get too excited, Leon."

    He glanced at her. "Why?"

    Cherry''s expression remained serious. "Unlike other alchemist paths, Miracle Alchemy is unpredictable. You might craft something beyond the laws of nature, but you might also fail spectacularly if you don''t fully understand its process. It requires more than knowledge¡ªit requires insight into the fundamental truths of the world."

    Cherry then paused, letting her words sink in before continuing. "In simple terms, this is the highest difficulty alchemy path, not just among your available options, but in the entire tower and any other joined worlds," she said, watching Leon ponder for a moment.

    "So, it won''t guarantee me direct abnormal creation or something great outright, but I have to understand and create it myself?" he asked.

    Cherry shook her head and replied, "It doesn''t create miracles for you¡ªit only provides the necessary tools for you to craft a miracle yourself."

    Leon nodded thoughtfully. "So, it''s more like... I''ll receive skills and knowledge, but how I utilize them will be entirely up to me?"

    Cherry nodded her tiny head.

    Leon nodded. "Alright, then I choose this path."

    Cherry simply nodded again. "As you wish."

    [Congratulations on obtaining your Third Path!]

    [The combination of offered three paths has resulted in the creation of an entirely new class within the Tower...]

    [However, it still lacks a few things. If you are able to complete it, you will become eligible to have your own legacy added to the Tower''s Hall of Legacies.]

    Just as he closed the path selection, a new notification rang, causing Leon to look at it.

    "Hm, I wonder what it lacks," Leon mumbled. But instead of dwelling on it, he focused on the two skills he had gained after changing his class to Miracle Alchemist.

    They were simple yet profound:

    Molecular Manipulation

    Miracle Eyes

    However, something caught his attention¡ªMiracle Eyes was marked as ???, meaning it held the highest rank, one that even the Tower couldn''t quantify.

    The Tower Rankings were simple; they were based on how much an ability would affect the Tower and its inhabitants. However, there was a special rank¡ª???. This rank meant that even the Tower system couldn''t determine just how much impact the ability would have. Enjoy new stories from My Virtual Library Empire

    But this was not entirely a good thing. If the Tower couldn''t quantify it, it meant that the ability had never been registered in the Tower before. This could mean it was an incredibly powerful ability, or it could be completely worthless¡ªone that no one had ever used, leaving the Tower without enough data to measure its true potential.

    "Finally, here," he whispered as he stepped into the grand hall filled with countless vials, potions, rare herbs, and many other priceless alchemical items.

    "Time to find it," he murmured, and for the next hour, he scoured the entire Treasure Room, leaving no stone unturned.

    By the time he was done, the once-filled Treasure Room was completely empty¡ªLeon hadn''t even left behind a single pebble.

    "Well, it was a dungeon raid anyway," he chuckled as he casually walked back through the hidden passages, his bag filled to the brim with priceless resources. Within moments, he was back in his dorm as if nothing had ever happened.

    The next day, Leon packed his bag and walked out of the academy. The entire academy bid farewell to their new alchemist prodigy, completely unaware that one of their own had robbed them clean.

    "I wonder when it will end," Leon muttered to himself. He had spent over eight years here, and now that he was finally leaving, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of detachment, wondering what lay ahead.

    However, just as he stepped out of the academy gates, his vision blurred. The next thing he knew, he was back in the familiar yet eerie surroundings of the Zekrath Dungeon.

    [Congratulations on clearing the Dungeon with an SSS rating!]

    [Please select your reward.]

    Leon scanned the available rewards and saw various rare materials he had encountered in the dungeon. However, he could only select three. Without hesitation, he chose Philosopher''s Ash for all three selections, granting him 30 grams of it.

    After confirming his choices, he checked his inventory. Since he had stored some rewards in his personal inventory and some in the Tower System inventory, he was pleased to see that none of his personal items had been deleted. With this, he now had over 60 grams of Philosopher''s Ash.

    But he wasn''t planning to use it just yet. He decided to save 50 grams for later, knowing that once his Charity System Rebate reached over 100 times, it would be more efficient to use. Currently, his rebate multiplier was only at 40 times, even after all the charitable acts he had done.

    Even with a 40x rebate, Philosopher''s Ash wouldn''t produce a Philosopher''s Stone¡ªso he set aside 50 grams and submitted the remaining 10 grams to complete the quest.

    The next thing he knew, an entire week had passed. However, in reality, only seven days had gone by, while he had spent seven years inside the Zekrath Dungeon.

    Leon had long realized that time flowed differently in dungeons, but this dungeon was special¡ªone could train, experiment, and grow, yet upon returning to the real world, any unearned power would be stripped away.

    Though he had advanced beyond Tier V inside the dungeon, the moment he stepped back into reality, his strength was forcibly compressed back to Tier III, his original realm.

    However, there was still an undeniable advantage¡ªknowledge remained intact. Anything he learned inside, whether alchemy techniques, combat experience, or secrets of the dungeon, was retained.

    This made the Zekrath Dungeon an invaluable resource for growth. Of course, that was only if one could survive long enough to make use of it.

    Leon took a deep breath as he adjusted to being back in the real world. Even though his tier had reverted to Tier III, he could still feel the weight of seven years'' worth of knowledge pressing against his mind. Every alchemical formula, every battle he fought, every hidden secret of Zekrath¡ªall of it remained.

    His eyes flickered with a golden glow as he activated Miracle Eyes, confirming that his body had truly returned to its original state. He clenched his fists and muttered,

    "Time may have reset my strength, but it can''t take away what I''ve learned."

 Chapter 183 Battle Arena

    It had been a week since he returned from the Zekrath Dungeon, resting in his Arune Key Space. Leon led the two sleeping pets as he covered them, mumbling, "What should I do?"

    Leon was getting bored because everyone had gone off on their quests or were still accepting new ones. Realistically, only 14 days had passed, but for him, it had been over eight years.

    "Hmm, I should go back and see how everyone else is doing," he muttered while standing near the portal in his Arune Space.

    The Arune Space was a special, individually personalized space within the Arune Key. It was also the place where the portal to the tower, as well as the portal back to their real world, existed.

    Leon looked at the portal labeled "Earth." Earth was the name of the planet he had been reincarnated into, carrying memories of his previous life. However, the only similarity was the name¡ªnothing else was the same on this Earth.

    The year was 3895, close to nine hundred years since the first time Tower set foot on this planet and people here began their magical journey.

    "I wonder how everyone else is doing," Leon mused as he gazed into the portal. His surrounding s were engulfed in light as he stepped through it And when the light subsided , His vision locked onto a familiar sight¡ªhe found himself in a simple room.

    It was an ordinary space with a single bed, a study table, and a shelf.

    "Huh... my room," Leon muttered as he took a seat. It was, without a doubt, the room he used to live in¡ªthe simple room given to every orphan in this orphanage.

    "Welcome back, Little Leon," a beautiful voice suddenly sounded. Enjoy new stories from My Virtual Library Empire

    Leon looked back at the screen in his room. "Good to be back, Selestia," he said.

    A stunning face on the screen smiled at him¡ªit was Selestia, the AI that ran this orphanage.

    Of course, the orphanage also had human workers, but they only cared for the children until the age of ten. After that, all orphans were raised under Selestia''s guidance, preparing them for their upcoming Tower journey.

    "How is everyone?" Leon asked.

    Selestia''s expression remained neutral as she responded, "Out of the 30 children in your batch, 23 have already died and returned to Earth. The rest are still exploring or climbing the Tower."

    Leon sighed but didn''t find it surprising. He might have suffered the same fate if not for his Charity System, which had given him a much-needed advantage.

    After all, unless they were born into extreme wealth, children here had to survive with only the weapons and abilities they were randomly assigned. Some might receive something powerful, while others could end up with something utterly useless.

    "Those 23... what abilities did they have?" Leon asked.

    "What better way to earn EXP than by giving to a small orphanage that truly needs it?" Leon thought to himself.

    He turned to Selestia and said, "Call the Director and tell him I''m coming to meet him."

    Selestia nodded in acknowledgment while Leon began walking out of his room, packing all his belongings into his Arune Space.

    As he walked down the familiar halls, the distant sounds of children laughing reached his ears. Their joyful voices felt like a melodic chime, ringing with pure innocence.

    Leon paused for a moment, his gaze softening. This place... it was his home once. He had been just like them, running through these same halls, dreaming of the future, unaware of the challenges waiting beyond.

    A faint smile formed on his lips before he shook his head, refocusing on his goal. "Time to give back." With that thought, he continued walking toward the Director''s office.

    As Leon walked through the orphanage halls, memories of his childhood resurfaced. The once towering walls that had seemed endless in his youth now felt much smaller. The scent of freshly baked bread from the kitchen wafted through the air, blending with the faint smell of old wooden furniture and clean linens.

    Passing by the common room, he saw a group of younger children gathered around a worn-out holographic projector, watching a cartoon about a hero ascending a mythical tower. Their eyes sparkled with excitement, their innocent laughter filling the space.

    Leon slowed down, his gaze lingering on them. How many of them would make it? How many would survive the cruel trials of the Tower?

    He pushed the thought aside and continued walking. Outside, the orphanage''s small garden was still well-maintained, with patches of brightly colored flowers blooming in neat rows. A few children played near the old oak tree, its bark carved with the names of past orphans¡ªincluding his own, etched faintly near the base.

    A sudden high-pitched cry caught his attention. Turning toward the playground, he spotted a little girl who had fallen off a small slide. Her knee was scraped, and she was on the verge of tears. Before Leon could step in, a slightly older boy¡ªperhaps seven or eight¡ªrushed to her side.

    "You''re okay! Just a little scratch," the boy reassured her. He gently helped her up before running inside to fetch a healing patch from the infirmary.

    Leon watched with an amused smile. They already understood how to look after one another.

    As he approached the Director''s office, he passed by a tall metal gate that separated the orphanage from the rest of the city. Outside, the sprawling metropolis of New Aether City stretched out before him¡ªmassive holographic billboards, sleek hover cars, and towering skyscrapers filled the landscape.

    It was a world of opportunity and danger¡ªwhere only the strong survived.

    Finally, he reached the Director''s office, its wooden door slightly worn from age. Taking a deep breath, Leon knocked twice before stepping inside.

    The door creaked slightly as Leon stepped inside, greeted by the familiar scent of old books and polished wood. The office was modest yet well-kept¡ªlined with wooden bookshelves filled with records and manuals about orphanage management, education, and even outdated Tower guides. A large window behind the desk let in soft daylight, offering a clear view of the orphanage''s small courtyard, where children continued playing.

    At the center of the room sat Director Alric, an aging yet sharp-eyed man with neatly combed gray hair. His attire was simple¡ªa well-maintained brown coat over a plain gray tunic. Despite his aging features, his posture remained straight, exuding an air of discipline and authority that made it clear he had once been an Ascender himself.

 Chapter 184 Battle Arena II

    As Leon entered, Alric looked up from a stack of documents and adjusted his reading glasses. His deep-set eyes gleamed with recognition, followed by a warm smile.

    "Leon... It''s been a long time."

    Leon nodded, stepping forward. "It has, Director."

    Alric gestured toward the wooden chair in front of his desk. "Sit. I assume this isn''t just a casual visit?"

    Leon smirked. "You always were sharp." He took a seat, resting his hands on his knees. "I want to give back to the orphanage¡ªdonate supplies, credits, anything you need."

    Alric''s eyes flickered with interest, but he remained composed. "A generous offer, but why now?"@@@@

    Leon leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful. "Because I can. And because this place gave me my start. Without it, I wouldn''t be where I am today."

    Alric studied him for a moment before nodding. "I see. Well, we always need more funding. The number of orphans hasn''t decreased, and the resources from the city are limited. If you''re serious about helping, I won''t refuse."

    Leon smiled. "Good. I''ll transfer funds and supplies soon."

    Alric exhaled lightly, leaning back in his chair. "You''ve changed. I can see it in your eyes. The Tower does that."

    "What do you mean?" Leon asked as Alric gestured for him to sit. Leon nodded and took a seat.

    Alric sighed. "I remember all the kids in this orphanage. After all, I see myself as their father, even if they don''t see me that way."

    "That''s why I carefully watched each of them, and you were the most peculiar among them. Most children just played, studied lightly, or trained without much thought. But you... you always seemed to know what was needed for the future."

    "You were a hard worker, and perhaps that''s the reason you never made many friends. While others played, you often refused them, choosing instead to train or lead them when necessary. Some even came to you for guidance."

    Alric''s gaze softened slightly. "You might not have noticed it back then, but there was always a lonely look in your eyes, as if no one truly understood you. But now... now I see something different. You seem more at ease, no longer lonely. It looks like you''ve made some real friends in the Tower."

    Leon smiled faintly and nodded. "Yes, Director, I have."

    Alric nodded in satisfaction before changing the topic. "Since you''re already here, how about participating in the Battle Arena?"

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "What is the Battle Arena?" he asked, intrigued.

    Alric chuckled at Leon''s curiosity. "The Battle Arena is a city-wide competition for Ascenders below the age of 20 and under level 300. It''s an annual event where young Ascenders test their skills, battle each other, and gain recognition. Many influential figures, guilds, and sponsors watch the tournament to scout promising talents."

    Leon listened attentively as Alric continued.

    "It''s not just about fighting, though. The competition has multiple events¡ªduels, survival rounds, and even team battles. The winners get valuable rewards, and the top participants often receive invitations from elite factions, organizations, or even nobility."

    Leon leaned forward, intrigued. "So, it''s more than just a tournament¡ªit''s a chance to gain status and opportunities."

    He continued to donate some of his tems to getting back better as rebates.

    And so, the three days passed quickly, and the day of the tournament arrived.

    Leon, along with the other participants, boarded the tournament-bound bus. Alric was leading them to the event, ensuring everything was in order.

    The tournament was set to take place in the City Arena, under the guidance of the City Lord. All the city''s academies, as well as other orphanages, would be present, making it a highly anticipated competition.

    As the bus moved through the city''s bustling streets, the atmosphere inside was filled with excitement and nervous anticipation. Some participants were chatting eagerly about their strategies, while others sat quietly, focused on their thoughts.

    Leon, however, remained calm, gazing out the window at the towering structures and the distant arena. The City Arena was an enormous coliseum-like structure, capable of holding tens of thousands of spectators. Flags bearing the emblem of the Ascender Council fluttered atop its massive stone walls, symbolizing the authority overseeing the competition.

    Upon arriving, the participants were directed to a waiting area where they would register and receive their match schedules. Alric patted Leon on the shoulder.

    "Do your best out there," he said with a small smile. "This tournament is more than just a competition¡ªit''s a chance to make a name for yourself."

    Leon simply nodded, his expression unreadable. He wasn''t here to impress anyone¡ªhe was here to gain experience and test his abilities against other young Ascenders.

    Nearby, Venessa, Ragnar, and Aeron stood together, sizing up the competition. Their eyes met Leon''s, and for a brief moment, an unspoken challenge passed between them.

    Leon, however, walked toward them as they looked at him.

    "Hello," he said.

    Venessa nodded back in acknowledgment.

    "Finally got the time to meet us?" Ragnar remarked, crossing his arms.

    Leon simply shrugged. "I have something for you," he said, bringing out the Mystic Eye Orb, Frost Moon Staff, and Titan Knuckles.

    "All for you," he added, handing each item according to their respective affinities.

    "Why?" Venessa asked, frowning slightly, while Aeron simply took his gift without hesitation.

    "We''re from the same orphanage, besides... I''m a merchant now, so you guys can pay me back later," Leon said with a smirk.

    "What''s the cost?" Venessa asked again, narrowing her eyes, already wary of any hidden conditions.

    "By staying alive," Leon simply replied, offering a small smile before turning and walking away.

    The three of them stared at him, stunned by his words.

    "That bastard always wants to play the big brother," Ragnar snorted, but there was an undeniable smile on his face.

 Chapter 185 Battle Arena III

    "The fuck?" Aeron exclaimed, while others were still wondering why Leon had left them with such valuable gifts.

    "What happened?" Ragnar asked, looking at Aeron.

    Aeron pointed at his Mystic Eye Orb, his expression filled with shock. "It''s fucking Legendary-grade," he said.

    Venessa and Ragnar both widened their eyes in disbelief. They quickly inspected their own items.

    "There''s no way... Does this mean our items are also Legendary grade?" Venessa muttered, gripping the Frost Moon Staff tightly. "It really is Legendary," she confirmed.

    "It''s the same for mine," Ragnar added, staring at his Titan Knuckles in awe. "These are also Legendary."

    "Fuck, I''ve only earned two Legendary-grade items in my whole time ascending the Tower, and Leon just casually gave three of them away?" Aeron said in disbelief.

    The other two also nodded. It wasn''t that they had never owned Legendary items before¡ªthey had¡ªbut they had put in a lot of hard work to get them. Ragnar had even almost died obtaining his.

    Yet now, Leon had just given away three Legendary items so easily.

    "Director said Leon''s ability is related to the Merchant type. Is he really that great of a merchant?" Venessa asked, her tone curious.

    Ragnar scoffed. "Merchant? That bastard has always put in the most hard work in dungeons and trained his combat abilities harder than anyone."

    " how can he be an Merchant, he must be hiding his abilities" He added.

    Aeron shook his head. "We don''t even know what we''ll awaken, honestly. We''re orphans. We have no clue what our parents'' abilities were because we never knew them."

    " So, will it even matter if he tries to hide it,? I mean it will only reduce the chance of his parents returning back to him" he said quietly at the end of it.

    They fell silent for a moment before Ragnar muttered, "I''m fine without those bastards who abandoned me."

    Venessa frowned. "Don''t say that. Maybe they had some complications at the time."

    "Yeah? Then why haven''t they come back after all this time?" Ragnar shot back, his voice sharp.

    "Don''t fucking take this on me," she retorted, crossing her arms.

    "You''re the one defending them!" Ragnar argued, glaring at her.

    Aeron, on the other hand, ignored them. He silently examined his Mystic Eye Orb, lost in thought. I need to master this properly before using it in battle. With that in mind, he walked away, leaving the two to argue over personal matters.

    However, Aeron wasn''t just going back to train. He was going after Leon¡ªhe had something to ask.

    "If that guy has more Legendary-grade equipment, I''m buying it."

    Thanks to his Illusion-type ability, many guilds had invested in him, treating him like a valuable card in their arsenal. As a result, he was loaded with money , but not with Legendary equipments.

    "The more, the merrier," Aeron thought, grinning as he made his way toward Leon.

    Leon, on the other hand, was in the room assigned to him. Every participant had their own room, and he was sitting inside, observing the other participants with his Miracle Eyes, gauging their abilities.

    Just then, Aeron entered.

    "Hello," he said.

    Leon glanced up and asked, "Did something happen with the Mystic Eye?"

    Aeron shook his head. "Nothing happened," he replied, then quickly added, "I''m here to buy more Legendary items if you have any."

    Leon nodded. "Of course, I have. I''m a merchant, after all. That''s my job," he said with a chuckle.

    "We were arm wrestling," Vanessa explained, while Ragnar nodded as well.

    "I really wonder what kind of arm wrestling you two were doing," Leon muttered, shaking his head.

    With a chuckle, he gestured toward his Alchemy aboard-turned-shop and asked, "Care to buy anything?"

    Both Ragnar and Vanessa turned to look at the shop and examined the items at the same time, just like Aeron had.

    Grinning, Ragnar cracked his knuckles. "You''re really lightening my guild''s pockets, Leon."

    Vanessa also nodded in agreement.

    Leon simply smirked. "Hey, I''m just a merchant doing business. It''s not my fault if you guys can''t resist."

    Aeron sighed. "Yeah, yeah... just show us what''s available."

    With a flick of his wrist, Leon activated his Alchemy Board, and a massive holographic screen materialized, displaying an endless list of items¡ªeach neatly categorized by rarity, from Common all the way to Legendary and even some Mythical ones.

    Ragnar whistled. "Damn, Leon, I swear you''re running a black market by yourself. No way you should have this much stuff."

    Vanessa, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes, scrolling through the list. "Some of these items... they should only exist in ancient ruins or be tightly controlled by high-ranking guilds. How the hell did you get your hands on them?"

    Leon simply shrugged, his smirk never fading. "A merchant never reveals his sources."

    Aeron, already used to Leon''s ridiculous resources, focused on the items marked as Legendary. "Alright, enough chit-chat. I need something to complement my Illusion abilities."

    Leon tapped the screen, filtering the results. "For an Eye-based ability user, you might like these..."

    Phantom Veil Mask (Legendary)

    Eye of the Prophet (Legendary)

    Dark Omen Ring (Legendary)

    Aeron''s eyes lit up at the choices, but before he could say anything, Ragnar cut in.

    "Wait, wait, what do you have for a brawler like me? My knuckles are strong, but I need something better."

    Leon raised an eyebrow before pulling up another set of options.Stormbreaker Knuckles (Legendary) each punch.

    Unyielding Grip (Legendary)

    Ragnar''s grin widened. "Now we''re talking."

    Vanessa, not wanting to be left out, also spoke up. "And what about something for a mage specializing in frost magic?"

    Leon''s smirk deepened as he pulled up the next selection.

    Glacial Crown (Legendary) ¨C Boosts magic power and grants resistance to fire.

    Everfrost Cloak (Legendary) ¨C Nullifies ice-based damage and increases mana regeneration.

    Frost Princess Tears (Legendary)

    Vanessa''s eyes gleamed as she studied the list. "I want that staff."

    Leon chuckled. "Of course you do. Now, let''s talk prices."

    Aeron, Ragnar, and Vanessa all exchanged glances before sighing. "This is going to hurt our wallets, isn''t it?"

    Leon grinned. "Like I said before¡ªjust business."

 Chapter 186 Battle Arena IV

    "Leon, I swear you''re going to make us bankrupt," Aeron muttered as he finalized his selections. "But I''ll admit¡ªthis is worth it."

    Ragnar nodded, cracking his knuckles in excitement. "I''ll need to sell a couple of commissions back at the guild, but with these upgrades, I''ll make it back tenfold."

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    Vanessa sighed, staring wistfully at the Frost Princess Tears. "I''m practically donating my savings to you, Leon."

    Leon leaned back, his smirk never leaving his face. "Oh, come on, you all act like I''m robbing you. This is an investment in your survival and power. Don''t forget that Legendary items are priceless in the Tower."

    Ragnar raised an eyebrow. "You say that like you''re not the one setting the price."

    Leon chuckled. "Exactly. I set the price¡ªfairly, of course. I even let you buy on installments. Try finding that kind of deal anywhere else."

    Aeron, finally deciding on the Phantom Veil Mask and the Eye of the Prophet, waved a hand. "Alright, I''m in. Let''s get this deal over with before I start regretting it."

    Leon tapped a few buttons on the shop interface, finalizing Aeron''s transaction. The chosen items vanished from the list and materialized in front of Aeron in a shimmering burst of light.

    "Pleasure doing business," Leon said.

    Vanessa and Ragnar followed suit, each selecting their desired items. Vanessa opted for the Frost Princess Tears and the Everfrost Cloak, while Ragnar chose the Stormbreaker Knuckles and Unyielding Grip. Each time an item was purchased, Leon''s smirk grew wider.

    "Well, that''s that," Aeron said, holding up his newly acquired mask. "Now, let''s see if these Legendary items live up to the hype."

    Leon stood, stretching slightly. "Oh, they will. Just remember¡ªit''s not about the gear, it''s about how you use it. Though in your case, Aeron, maybe the gear will finally carry you."

    "Funny," Aeron said, rolling his eyes. "Let''s see how far you''d get without all your fancy merchant tricks."

    Leon''s grin sharpened. "Anytime, anywhere, Aeron. Just say the word."

    Vanessa stepped between them, adjusting her cloak. "Alright, boys, save it for the Tower. We still have a long climb ahead, and we''re going to need every bit of strength we can get."

    Ragnar flexed his fingers, feeling the power surge through his new knuckles. "With these, I''ll be punching my way to the top."

    Leon waved them off as they left his room, laughing to himself. He leaned back against the wall, summoning his Miracle Eyes again to scan the remaining participants.

    "They''re going to need those items sooner than they think," Leon muttered, his gaze locking onto a shadowy figure in the distance. A faint smirk crossed his lips. "The Tower isn''t kind to the unprepared."

    He dismissed the shop interface and closed his eyes, planning his next move. Whatever was waiting on the higher floors, Leon intended to face it with all the power his so-called "merchant tricks" could muster.

    The following day was uneventful for most, but not for Leon. Someone had seen him selling Legendary items, which led to a flood of participants rushing to buy from him. Even his own director purchased a few to distribute among the most promising youths from his orphanage. By the end of the day, Leon''s entire stock was completely sold out, leaving him with a fortune in earnings.

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "What''s the reward?"

    "Wait... you mean you don''t even know? Then why are you here?" Max asked, surprised.

    Leon shrugged. "I just came to donate my stock to the orphanage, and the Director asked me to fight in the tournament."

    Max sighed. "You really didn''t bother to check the rewards, huh?"

    Leon smirked. "What could a small city even offer?"

    Max nodded. "Yeah, normally, a small city''s reward might not interest you..." He then grinned. "But what if it''s an Ability Crystal of Common or Uncommon rank?"

    "What?!" Leon stood up in shock as he heard the words Ability Crystal.

    "So, you know what it is, huh? Amazing, right? It can grant you an ability¡ªsomething we always thought was innate," Max said with a dreamy look in his eyes.

    But Leon''s expression darkened. Something about this didn''t sit right with him.

    "What happened to you?" Max asked, noticing Leon''s serious face.

    Leon took a deep breath before replying, "Are you sure it''s an Ability Crystal and not a Core?"

    "I''m pretty sure it''s a Crystal... but why do you look so disturbed?" Max asked, frowning.

    Leon took a deep breath and replied in a serious tone, "Because the production method of Ability Crystals is extremely cruel... outright evil."

    Max''s expression shifted as he sensed the weight behind Leon''s words.

    Leon had learned about Ability Crystals in the Alchemy Academy Dungeon. There were ancient records detailing many forbidden alchemical practices, and Ability Crystalization was one of them.

    The process was first developed by an alchemist¡ªdesperate to help his daughter, who was born without an ability despite being past the usual awakening age. In his obsession to make her "normal," he conducted countless experiments...

    ...At first, the alchemist tried artificial methods, using mana-infused herbs and alchemical elixirs, but none worked. Desperation drove him down a darker path.

    Through forbidden research, he discovered that abilities weren''t just mystical gifts but had a tangible essence¡ªsomething embedded deep within a person''s soul. He theorized that if one could extract this essence, it could be crystallized and implanted into another.

    And so, the nightmare began.

    To create the first Ability Crystal, the alchemist captured ability users¡ªsome were criminals, but many were innocent. He experimented on them, trying to forcibly extract their abilities. The process was excruciating, often leaving the victims as mindless husks or killing them outright. Even when successful, the Ability Crystal was highly unstable, requiring multiple refinements.

    His daughter, unaware of the horrors behind his research, eventually received a perfected crystal, awakening to a powerful ability. But when she learned the truth, she was devastated. She turned against her father, condemning his methods. However, by then, it was too late. His research had spread, and greedy forces sought to replicate and refine it.

    In the end, the alchemist was executed for his crimes, but his invention lived on, hidden in the shadows of history.

 Chapter 187 Dark pact

    "Why do you have to get involved?" Max asked cautiously. "Think about it¡ªif you know about this, then what about the powerful people in the city? They must know too, and yet they''re not doing anything. That means they''re all in on this." He held Leon''s hand firmly, trying to stop him.

    Leon frowned and pulled his hand away. "But the people being sacrificed are like us¡ªorphans, the helpless. How can we just ignore them?"

    Max shook his head. "You''re just Tier III, and even at the Initial stages of it. What can you even do?"

    Leon sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Yeah... what can I even do?"

    After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "What about the Celestial Organization?" The Celestial Organization was like the police force of this new Earth, tasked with maintaining order and justice.

    Max shrugged. "They left this city a while ago."

    "What?" Leon exclaimed. "But why?"

    "There''s only a small branch left here, and it''s run by just one guy. Nobody knows why they left, but since there hasn''t been much crime, people assumed the city was safe. But after hearing this... I guess sending them away was part of the plan to protect the Ability Crystal trade," Max explained.

    Leon nodded slowly, piecing things together. "And the nearest city with a proper Celestial Organization branch¡ªa fully functioning one?"

    Max sighed. "The closest one is over 1,000 miles away. If you''re thinking of getting them here, forget it."

    "Just leave it, Leon. Go back to focusing on the tournament. That''s the only thing we can do," Max pleaded. Then, almost as if giving up, he added, "Even the Director knows about this."

    "The Director knows about this?" Leon asked, his voice tense.

    Max nodded. "Yeah, he knew. After all, many children who returned to the city went missing soon after."

    Leon unsummoned the assassins and started thinking about what kind of entity could give him an insane amount of mana. After making his decision, he began the summoning process, determined to push his limits even further.

    Leon focused, his mind sharpening as he chanted the incantation for Dark Pact Summoning. The air around him grew heavy, a dark energy swirling at his fingertips as he reached beyond the physical world to call upon something truly powerful.

    "If I want enough mana to sustain prolonged combat... I need a creature known for its vast reserves."

    He searched through his mental archive of creatures and beings he had encountered in the Alchemy Academy Dungeon. After a moment, he found the perfect target.

    "The Abyssal Mana Leech King."

    A monstrous entity from ancient records¡ªan abomination capable of absorbing, storing, and redistributing mana at an extreme rate. It was said to be a nightmare for mages, capable of draining entire battlefields of magic and using it as its own.

    As the summoning circle expanded beneath him, the temperature dropped. A deep, guttural growl echoed through the room. The shadows twisted violently, forming into a grotesque, writhing shape.

    Then, with a final pulse of magic, the Abyssal Mana Leech King manifested.

    It was a terrifying sight¡ªits elongated, inky-black form pulsed like a heart, covered in eerie glowing veins of blue mana. Dozens of small, piercing eyes lined its featureless head, while rows of fang-like tendrils slithered around its mouth. Its presence alone sent waves of pressure crashing through the room.

    The creature hissed, its voice echoing with an unnatural resonance.

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    "Master, why did you call me?" All of its eyes focused on Leon, who quickly glanced at his Mana Bar, realizing he had less than a minute to form his Dark Pact before his mana ran out.

    Leon met the leech''s countless, eerie eyes and spoke firmly, "Form a pact with me."

 Chapter 188 Dark Pact II

    "Master, why did you call me?" All of its eyes focused on Leon, who quickly glanced at his Mana Bar, realizing he had less than a minute to form his Dark Pact before his mana ran out.

    Leon met the leech''s countless, eerie eyes and spoke firmly, "Form a pact with me."

    The Abyssal Mana Leech King tilted its grotesque head slightly before bowing. "As you wish, Master."

    Dark violet energy surged through the air as the pact began to take shape. A sinister, black tendril extended from the leech, wrapping around its own neck before slithering toward Leon''s outstretched hand. The tendril coiled tightly around his wrist, burning a mark of servitude into his skin.

    The pact formed was that of an master and Servant with leon being the Master and Leech being the Servant.

    A notification flashed before Leon''s eyes.

    [Dark Pact Successful]

    [ Your Maximum Mana have been increased by 10,000 % as a result of Dark Pact ]

    [You have gained three abilities due to the Dark Pact with the Abyssal Mana Leech King.]

    Abyssal Core

    Allows you to covert mana into Abyss energy , store it and use it at will.

    Caution: The Abyss'' energy is highly corrosive and highly compatible with the undead. It will empower undead summons and enhance destructive spells, but it will corrupt healing abilities, turning them into poisonous magic.

    Mana Drain

    Grants the ability to steal mana from any living being and passively absorb mana at 30% of your maximum mana every second.

    Caution: If you drain all the mana from a target, they will die.

    Abyssal Mana Skin

    Allows you to create a hardened armor of pure mana, reducing incoming damage and nullifying mana-based attacks.

    The more mana you have, the stronger the armor.

    As the pact completed, the Abyssal Mana Leech King let out a low chuckle. "My abilities and power are now yours to command, Master."

    With that, the creature vanished into the abyss, leaving Leon standing alone, his mana reserves overflowing with newfound power.

    "Good, now let''s see if I can summon a Tier VII being and keep it in this world as long as I want," Leon mumbled as he began to imagine the creature he wished to create.

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    A chill filled the room.

    The flickering lanterns dimmed. The shadows along the walls stretched unnaturally. The men paused, sensing a presence.

    Then¡ª

    A whisper, barely audible.

    "Judgment has come."

    WHOOSH!

    A wave of black flames erupted, swallowing the entire room in darkness. The men barely had time to react before a scythe gleamed in the air, slicing through the first of them in an instant.

    The Dark Specter Reaper had arrived.

    Screams filled the chamber as the scythe tore through flesh and bone, cutting down the cultists like wheat before a harvester.

    One of them, trembling, tried to activate a spell, but the Reaper merely pointed at him.

    His mana drained instantly.

    His body withered, collapsing to the ground as a lifeless husk.

    The remaining few tried to flee, scrambling toward the exit.

    But the shadows themselves betrayed them.

    The Reaper moved like a ghost, appearing in front of the door, its empty sockets glowing with a haunting blue light.

    "No escape."

    After killing everyone in the room, the Dark Specter Reaper looked at the lifeless child on the table.

    Its hollow eyes glowed faintly as it reached down and plucked the Ability Crystal from the child''s chest. The crystal pulsed weakly, tainted by the suffering it was born from.

    The Reaper then gathered the other crystals scattered around the area before turning toward a nearby cellar¡ªwhere the kidnapped children were kept, asleep under a spell.

    The walls of the underground chamber were newly built, meant to keep the children hidden. The Reaper wordlessly traced a dark sigil in the air, ensuring their safety before vanishing into the shadows.

    Now, it was time to track down whoever was behind this atrocity.

 Chapter 189 Battle Arena V

    Meanwhile, back at the tournament venue, the competition was about to begin.

    City Lord Lord Kevin overlooked the large crowd, his gaze sweeping across the gathered participants and spectators.

    Just as he was about to speak, a hooded figure approached him silently and whispered into his ear.

    Hearing the whispered words, the color drained from the City Lord''s face, but he quickly regained his composure and delivered the opening speech.

    Once he was done, the matches began, with the announcer taking the stage to introduce the first round of battles.

    Meanwhile, Kevin clenched his fists and turned to his informant. "How?" he asked, his voice low and tense.

    "We don''t know," the hooded figure replied. "He came in without being detected, killed all the guards, and then he also rescued the children."

    The City Lord''s expression darkened, his fingers gripping the armrest of his ornate chair. This chair was crafted from the bones of a Tier V magical beast, a clear display of his power and status.

    "Find him and kill him," Kevin ordered, his voice sharp and unwavering. "No one can know about this, especially not the Celestial Organization."

    The informant nodded and swiftly left the chamber.

    Kevin exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "Damn it... who was it?" he muttered, leaning back in his chair.

    The Ability Crystal production method had been discovered by his son, and now, someone was threatening everything they had built.

    Kevin''s mind raced as he considered the implications. Whoever had done this wasn''t just some fool stumbling upon their secret¡ªthey knew exactly what they were doing. They had killed everyone involved without hesitation and rescued the children, which meant they had a moral agenda.

    He slammed his fist onto his chair''s armrest.

    "Damn it! If the Celestial Organization catches wind of this, they''ll burn this city to the ground!"

    Just then, another one of his subordinates rushed in, bowing hastily. "My Lord, we have a possible lead."

    Kevin''s eyes sharpened. "Speak."

    The man swallowed before continuing. "We found black flames at the crime scene, unnatural, consuming only what they wish to burn... We suspect a high-ranking Dark Mage or Warlock."

    Kevin''s pupils shrank. "Black flames..." His fingers tightened around the chair. "This might be worse than we thought. If it''s truly someone at Tier VI or above, they''re far beyond what we can handle."

    The room fell into silence.

    Kevin finally let out a deep breath, regaining his composure. "Fine. If we can''t eliminate them directly, then we must turn the city against them. Spread the word¡ªa dangerous criminal is on the loose, one who has slaughtered our noble enforcers."

    The subordinate hesitated. "But... what if people suspect the truth?"

    Kevin''s eyes turned cold. "Then we give them another truth to believe in. If you control the story, you control the people."

    "BEGIN!"

    Drake vanished, appearing in front of Leon in a blink, his blazing sword slicing down with terrifying speed.

    But Leon simply raised a hand.

    CLANG!

    Drake''s sword stopped mid-air, as if an invisible force had halted it. His eyes widened in shock.

    Leon''s voice was calm. "Mana Skin."

    A layer of hardened mana covered Leon''s entire body, negating the attack completely.

    Before Drake could react, Leon vanished¡ªreappearing behind him.

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    A surge of dark tendrils shot from Leon''s hand, piercing into Drake''s body. His flames instantly flickered and weakened, his energy draining rapidly.

    "WHAT¡ª?!" Drake staggered, suddenly feeling exhausted, as if his strength was being ripped from his soul.

    Leon sighed. "You''re wasting my time."

    CRACK!

    He delivered a precise palm strike to Drake''s chest, sending him flying across the arena, smashing into the stone wall.

    The crowd fell into complete silence.

    Drake... Tier III Flame Swordsman... defeated in a single exchange.

    "T-The winner is LEON!" the announcer stammered.

    The audience exploded in shock and awe.

    But Leon?

    He just walked off the stage like it was nothing.

    "Next."

    After Leon''s dominant victory, the atmosphere in the tournament completely shifted. Many had expected an exciting, drawn-out battle between two powerhouses. Instead, Leon had crushed Drake effortlessly, treating a Tier III warrior like an insect.

    In the VIP stands, several influential figures whispered among themselves.

 Chapter 190 Battle Arena VI

    In the VIP stands, several influential figures whispered among themselves.

    ¡ª "Who is this Leon?"

    ¡ª "I''ve never heard of him. A hidden monster?"

    ¡ª "Draining mana? Could he be a dark mage?"

    ¡ª "No... it''s more than that. He has multiple abilities... almost like..."

    One of them, a masked elder from the Celestial Organization, narrowed his eyes. "That wasn''t ordinary mana manipulation. That was Abyssal energy."

    The mention of the Abyss sent a chill through the VIP section. If Leon had access to such forbidden power, then... he was a potential they need to recruit or eliminate him.

    Backstage ¨C Leon''s Thoughts

    Leon sat in his private waiting area, his expression indifferent as he reviewed the battle.

    "Mana Drain is effective, but I need to refine it," he muttered. "Against a stronger opponent, they might resist before I can fully deplete them."

    He closed his eyes and focused on his new Abyssal Core. A dark mist flickered around his fingers, an eerie presence leaking into the air.

    His contract with the Abyssal Mana Leech King had granted him something beyond simple magic¡ªit was a fundamental shift in how he used energy.

    ¡ª Abyssal Core gave him limitless potential, but it came with risks.

    ¡ª Mana Drain let him cripple enemies, but it was not instant.

    ¡ª Mana Skin was a powerful defense, but it depended on his mana reserves.

    He smirked. "I''ll just have to push my limits further."

    A knock came at the door.

    "Leon, you''re up again."

    Second Match

    Leon stepped onto the battlefield once more.

    His next opponent?

    Ren Arctos ¨C Tier III Frost Guardian

    Unlike Drake, Ren was composed and calm, his icy blue armor exuding absolute confidence.

    "That trick you used against Drake won''t work on me," Ren said coldly. "I''m leagues above him."

    Leon tilted his head. "Then entertain me."

    "BEGIN!"

    Ren raised his hand, and instantly, the entire battlefield was engulfed in freezing mist.

    "Absolute Zero Domain."

    Frost crawled across the arena, sealing the ground, air, and even mana flow into a frozen state.

    "He must be from some hidden powerhouse!"

    Leon ignored the murmurs, his focus entirely on his next opponent. The announcer''s voice boomed across the arena.

    "Next match! Leon vs. Roderick of the Stormfang Clan!"

    A burly man with sharp eyes and a confident smirk stepped forward. He was a well-known Tier III warrior, famous for his lightning-infused combat techniques.

    "You should just forfeit now," Roderick said, cracking his knuckles. "I don''t like crushing nobodies."

    Leon smirked. "Then you should leave before you embarrass yourself."

    Roderick''s expression darkened. "Arrogant brat! I''ll make you eat those words!" He surged forward, his fists crackling with lightning.

    The crowd roared in excitement, expecting a fierce battle. However, what happened next stunned everyone.

    Leon didn''t move.

    As Roderick''s lightning-clad punch closed in, a black mist erupted from Leon''s body. In an instant, his hand shot forward, grabbing Roderick''s fist mid-strike.

    A chilling sensation spread through Roderick''s body. His lightning flickered and died.

    "W-What is this?!" he gasped, his strength draining rapidly.

    Leon''s Abyssal Mana Leech ability had activated, devouring Roderick''s energy. Within seconds, the proud warrior collapsed to his knees, his face pale, his body trembling.

    Silence filled the arena.

    Then, the announcer gulped before declaring¡ª

    "V-Victory goes to Leon!"

    The audience erupted into chaos.

    "What just happened?!"

    "He drained Roderick in mere seconds!"

    "Who the hell is this monster?!"

    Leon turned away, his eyes cold and calculating.

    "Let the powerful come to me," he thought. "Because soon, I will be the one standing at the top."

    As Leon walked off the stage, the arena was still in an uproar. The sight of another Tier III warrior being drained dry in mere seconds sent chills down the spines of even the strongest competitors.

    Back in the VIP section, several powerful figures narrowed their eyes.

    "This boy... he''s dangerous."

    Among them, a representative from the Celestial Organization, a mysterious group that oversaw world affairs from the shadows, leaned forward.

    "We need to keep an eye on him," he murmured to his assistant.

    "But sir, he is just an orphan, and there is no record of any crime committed by him. Nor would we miss such a case. His ability is entirely new¡ªnever before seen in our world," said his aide as the elder nodded.

    "Still, such power could be easily misused, so keep an eye on him. And since he is an orphan, try to find out about his parents. Then we will know what his ability actually is." Elder said as he looked at the follower.

    The follower nodded as he said " we will work on it Sir"

 Chapter 191 Battle Arena VII

    "Damn, wasn''t that guy a merchant? How the heck does he have those abilities?" Ragnar asked as he watched Leon''s match.

    The whole match had been divided into ten blocks, with Leon in the last block, tenth. The others from the orphanage had been eliminated, leaving only them in the second, fifth, and eighth blocks. Each of them had performed greatly in their matches, but none had dominated as effortlessly as Leon.

    "No, he is a merchant. That Mana Drain may look wild, but in reality, he can only use it against one person at a time. So he''s like a one-hit kill guy¡ªif he misses, he''s dead," Venessa explained.

    Aeron nodded. "He must be the trump card of his guild. Others pave the way for him to reach the boss, and then he slays the boss with his overpowered ability. No wonder he has so many legendary items. He might be charging others in exchange for his services."

    "I would have done the same. People like that are best suited for this kind of work," Vanessa said as Ragnar and Aeron nodded.

    In the Tower, others had given them a special name¡ªThe Finishers¡ªbecause their abilities were powerful but could only be used once, much like a devastating weapon that could turn the tide of battle in an instant.

    However, was it true? No. Leon''s real ability was something far more complex. What people saw was merely the effect of his Dark Pact, a result of the contract he had made with his own creation. Yet, to the rest of the world, it appeared as though he had a unique, overwhelming power.

    Soon, all the preliminary matches were finished, leaving only the final stage. As expected, Leon secured first place, earning the title of "The One Who Ends Fights in Ten Seconds." Ragnar took fourth place, Vanessa landed in fifth, and Aeron, with his illusion-based abilities, claimed second place.

    But these rankings were temporary. Now, the real battles would begin¡ªthe Ranked Battle stage, where the true Top Ten would be determined.

    And most importantly, the first-place winner would be granted a rare Ability Crystal as a reward. The reward everyone is here for.

    As the Ranked Battle Stage began, anticipation filled the arena. The top ten contestants were now set to battle each other in a round-robin format, with every fight being closely watched by powerful figures from noble families, influential guilds, and even shadowy organizations looking for potential recruits.

    Leon stood calmly in the arena, his expression unreadable. He wasn''t worried¡ªhis Dark Pact abilities made him far superior to any opponent here, even without using his true capabilities.

    "Draw the lots," the masked host announced as someone carried a large bowl to the center of the stage. The top ten ranked participants stepped forward, reaching inside to pick their match numbers.

    Leon casually slid his hand into the bowl and pulled out a token.

    "Now, reveal it!" the announcer called out.

    Leon flipped his token, revealing the number 1.

    "Oh, we have our first match already!" The announcer''s voice boomed across the arena. "The first match will be between Leon and Rudeus!"

    The crowd murmured with excitement.

    Rudeus, a tall warrior with light-based abilities, smirked as he ran a hand through his golden hair.

    "This match... I am going to win," he declared confidently.

    The crowd gasped in shock.

    Leon tilted his head, completely uninterested.

    "Is that all?" He muttered.

    Rudeus groaned as he struggled to stand, his arms trembling. His entire body was screaming in pain, but his pride refused to let him give up. He forced himself up, summoning another surge of radiant energy.

    "I won''t lose...!"

    Leon sighed again.

    He vanished.

    Before anyone could blink, he reappeared right in front of Rudeus, his hand already raised.

    SLAP.

    A single, casual slap sent Rudeus flying across the arena again.

    This time, he didn''t get up.

    The referee immediately raised his hand.

    "Winner¡ªLeon!"

    The stadium erupted into cheers and shocked whispers.

    Vanessa''s lips twitched as she watched Leon casually slap Rudeus away.

    "I was wondering when Leon might explode, but this... this is total humiliation," she muttered.

    Ragnar and Aeron sighed, shaking their heads.

    Rudeus was a rich kid who had always come to the Orphanage to show off his toys, He was arrogant, constantly flaunting his Toys, and always looked down on orphans like Leon.

    He especially hated Leon¡ªbecause unlike the others, Leon never acknowledged him.

    Some people admired Rudeus, but many envied him for his wealth and easy access to resources. Yet today...

    He had been utterly humiliated.

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    Back on stage, Leon looked at the red-faced Rudeus and mumbled,

    "I was aiming for his neck...?"

    He had intended to knock Rudeus out instantly by striking his neck, but midway, Rudeus moved unexpectedly, and Leon''s hand veered off course, landing a loud face slap instead.

    "Poor guy... well, good luck recovering from that humiliation," Leon muttered as he stepped off the stage.

    "Damn, Leon! That was brutal! You completely destroyed him!" Ragnar laughed.

    Leon raised an eyebrow.

    ''Does he have some kind of fetish to huimiliate others?'' he thought dryly.

    "It was well deserved," Vanessa said, crossing her arms. "That bastard has been acting high and mighty for too long."

    Aeron smirked. "Man, he''s never gonna recover from this. His whole reputation is in the gutter now."

    Leon looked at them, dumbfounded.

    "Who''s Rudeus?" he asked, genuinely confused.

    "What?!" The three of them stared at him in disbelief.

    Aeron was the first to speak. "If you don''t even know who he is, why did you slap him in front of so many people?!"

    "Do you enjoy humiliating others?" Ragnar asked, raising an eyebrow.

    "You''re cruel," Vanessa added with a smirk.

    "Shut up! It was an accident!" Leon shot back, irritated. He quickly explained what had happened¡ªhow he had actually aimed for Rudeus'' neck but ended up slapping him instead.

    "Well, good for you anyway," Ragnar shrugged. "He was that annoying rich brat from our orphanage days. You know, the one who always came to show off his expensive toys?"

    Leon blinked. "Oh, so it was him? No wonder I found him irritating," he said, finally realizing who Rudeus was.

    The group sighed in unison, shaking their heads.

    But none of them spared another glance at Rudeus, who was still lying there, stunned.

    The spoiled rich kid who always came to show off... had finally been put in his place.

    "Hmm, the second match is over too. Guess it''s my turn now," Aeron said as the others bid him good luck.

    As he stepped forward, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment to steady himself. When the match began, he wasted no time¡ªhis illusions clouded the arena, confusing his opponent before swiftly taking him down.

    Next was Vanessa''s match. She dominated her fight with a single fiery strike, overwhelming her opponent in seconds.

    Finally, it was Ragnar''s turn. Unlike the others, he relied on raw strength, pummeling his opponent into submission with a single powerful punch.

    And so, the top five were chosen, with the final ranking match on the horizon. The tournament was reaching its climax, and the anticipation in the arena was at its peak.

    Aside from them, there was one other contender¡ªa sword user who had yet to reveal any of his abilities.

    "He''s strong," Leon commented, his eyes narrowing as he observed the mysterious swordsman.

    Ragnar glanced at him. "Is he?"

    Leon nodded, keeping his gaze locked on the man.

    The swordsman had sleek black hair and red eyes, dressed in a plain yet elegant attire, resembling someone straight out of a cultivation novel. He sat with an air of serenity, seemingly unbothered by the competition.

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    "He''s handsome," Vanessa noted, admiring his composed demeanor.

    Ragnar scoffed. "Then I feel bad for the guy."

    Before he could react, Vanessa smacked him on the shoulder, her irritation evident as Ragnar chuckled, dodging her next playful strike.

    Leon smirked at their antics before turning his attention back to the mysterious swordsman. There was something about him¡ªa quiet confidence, a stillness that spoke of power. Unlike the others who had showcased their abilities to some extent, this guy remained an enigma.

    "What''s his name?" Leon asked, curious.

    Aeron glanced at the tournament board and replied, "Kieran Ashford. Not much information about him, but he hasn''t lost a single match so far. Seems like he''s been winning without drawing his sword."

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "Without using his sword?"

    "Yeah," Aeron confirmed. "Either he''s hiding his real strength, or he''s just toying with his opponents."

    Ragnar crossed his arms, his competitive nature kicking in. "Tch, I hope I get to fight him. I want to see if he''s the real deal or just another fraud relying on reputation."

    Vanessa, still annoyed at Ragnar, added, "You''d probably get cut down before you even realized what happened."

    "Ha! As if!" Ragnar scoffed.

    As they chatted, the tournament announcer''s voice echoed across the arena.

    "Attention! The final matches will now begin!"

    The crowd erupted into cheers as the remaining contestants stepped forward.

    "Since there are five of you, one will get a bye, and the other four will fight. Go and draw the lots," the announcer said.

    Leon, Vanessa, Ragnar, and Aeron stepped forward to draw their sticks, while Kieran stood calmly, waiting for the results.

    One by one, they revealed their sticks.

    Leon: Match 1

    Aeron: Match 1

    Vanessa: Match 2

    Ragnar: Match 2

    Kieran: Bye

    The crowd murmured in excitement. Kieran Ashford had automatically advanced to the next round.

    "Tch, lucky bastard," Ragnar muttered.

    "Or unlucky," Aeron chuckled. "Now he''ll have to face someone who''s already warmed up while he''s been standing around."

    Leon didn''t mind. His focus was on Aeron now.

    "Guess we''re first," Leon said, looking at Aeron, who smirked.

    "Don''t hold back," Aeron said, cracking his knuckles. "I want to see what you''re really capable of."

    Leon grinned. "Same to you."

    The arena fell silent as Leon and Aeron stepped onto the battlefield. The announcer raised his hand.

    "Begin!"

    Aeron wasted no time, activating his illusion magic immediately.

    "Phantom Mirage!"

    Leon''s vision blurred as multiple copies of Aeron appeared around him, moving in unpredictable patterns. Some were charging at him, others hanging back, preparing to strike.

    The crowd gasped¡ªAeron''s illusions were nearly indistinguishable from the real thing!

    But Leon remained calm.

    He had no need for vision.

    With a deep breath, he activated his ability¡ªMiracle eyes.

    Instantly, the entire battlefield became clear in his mind.

    Aeron was trying to hide his real body among the clones, but Leon could feel the faintest energy fluctuations coming from one figure¡ªthe real Aeron.

    "Found you."

    Leon vanished.

    Before Aeron could react, Leon reappeared right behind him.

    BAM!

    A brutal kick sent Aeron flying across the stage, crashing into the barrier with a loud impact.

    The illusions shattered like glass.

    The crowd roared.

    "How did he see through it?!" someone shouted.

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    "How did he see through it?!" someone shouted.

    Aeron coughed, wiping blood from his lips, but he wasn''t done yet.

    "Not bad," he admitted. "But I''m not out yet!"

    His eyes glowed, and the shadows beneath Leon twisted unnaturally.

    "Nightmare Bind!"

    Dark tendrils shot up from the ground, wrapping around Leon''s legs, locking him in place. The energy seeped into his mind, trying to force him into an illusion.

    But Leon just sighed.

    "I''m the last person you want to trap in darkness."

    His body trembled for a moment¡ªthen black flames erupted from him, burning the tendrils away.

    Aeron''s eyes widened. "What?! That''s not illusion magic! What the hell are you?!"

    Leon didn''t answer.

    In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Aeron again.

    A simple punch.

    But when it connected¡ª

    BOOM!

    Aeron was blasted backward, skidding across the ground before slamming into the barrier again.

    He didn''t get up.

    "Match over!" the announcer declared. "Leon wins!"

    The arena erupted in cheers.

    Leon turned away, his expression calm as ever.

    Aeron groaned, barely able to lift his head. Despite losing, he grinned. "Damn... you really are a monster."

    Leon glanced back. "You fought well."

    Aeron chuckled. "Yeah, yeah... Next time, I won''t lose so easily."

    Leon smirked before walking off the stage.

    He was now in the finals.

    Semifinal Match 2: Vanessa vs. Ragnar

    As Leon sat down, Vanessa and Ragnar stepped into the arena.

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    Ragnar possessed a Might-type ability, allowing him to reinforce his entire body, enveloping himself in a red aura. Leon wasn''t entirely sure of the ability''s full extent, but it made Ragnar a powerhouse in close combat.

    On the other hand, Vanessa was like a Frost Princess¡ªher Ice-type ability allowed her to freeze her surroundings with ease, controlling the battlefield with her chilling presence.

    Leon was looking forward to this match.

    As the match began, Ragnar wasted no time, charging forward like a raging beast, his red aura flaring up around him. Each of his steps cracked the arena floor, showcasing his raw physical power.

    Vanessa, however, remained calm. With a flick of her wrist, icy mist spread around her, lowering the temperature drastically. Frost crept across the ground, making it harder for Ragnar to move freely.

    "Tsk... troublesome." Ragnar muttered, realizing her strategy.

    BANG!

    He stomped the ground, shattering the ice beneath his feet to prevent slipping. Then, with a burst of energy, he leaped forward, swinging a devastating punch aimed straight at Vanessa!

    But she was already prepared.

    With a smooth step backward, she created a wall of ice in an instant, blocking his attack. The impact sent cracks spider-webbing across the ice, but it held just long enough for her to counterattack.

    "Freeze."

    Vanessa whispered as sharp ice spears formed around her, shooting toward Ragnar at blinding speed!

    Would Ragnar be able to break through? Or would Vanessa''s ice overwhelm him?

    Leon leaned forward in his seat, watching with interest¡ªthis was getting exciting.

    "I really wonder why you find those weaklings'' matches interesting," a sudden voice said behind him.

    Turning his head, Leon found Kieran looking at him with a smile.

    However, Leon ignored him and continued watching the match, paying no attention to Kieran''s words.

    Kieran chuckled at this reaction and said, "You know, this whole tournament is for me. The ability crystal is a prize meant for me."

    Leon glanced at him briefly but didn''t respond.

    "But it was boring up until now," Kieran added with a smirk.

    Then, after a brief pause, he continued, "But defeating you will be fun."

    Leon finally turned his head to look at Kieran, his expression calm and indifferent. "Oh? You think you can defeat me?"

    Kieran chuckled, leaning back casually. "Of course. You''ve been playing around, hiding your true strength. But that won''t work against me."

    Leon smirked slightly. "Is that so? Well, I look forward to seeing what you can do." He then turned back to the match, no longer interested in entertaining Kieran''s arrogance.

    Meanwhile, in the arena, Ragnar and Vanessa clashed fiercely. Ragnar''s Mighty-Type ability enveloped him in a red aura, enhancing his physical power, while Vanessa''s Ice-Type ability froze the ground beneath her feet, creating a battlefield suited to her combat style.

    Leon watched as Ragnar charged forward, his fists glowing with intense power. Vanessa, however, remained calm, waving her hand as a layer of ice formed on Ragnar''s path. His footing slipped slightly, and in that moment of hesitation, she sent a barrage of ice spikes toward him.

    Ragnar reacted quickly, smashing through the ice with pure force, but Vanessa had already moved, using her ability to glide effortlessly across the battlefield.

    "They''re evenly matched," Aeron commented, standing nearby. "Ragnar has brute force, but Vanessa is much more technical. If he doesn''t land a solid hit, he''s going to lose."

    Leon nodded slightly. "She''s good, but... she''s hesitating."

    As the fight continued, Ragnar eventually found an opening. With a loud roar, he unleashed a devastating punch, shattering the ice around him and knocking Vanessa backward. She barely managed to stabilize herself, panting as she realized the difference in raw power between them.

    The match concluded with Ragnar claiming victory, though both fighters had clearly pushed themselves to their limits.

    As Vanessa walked off the stage, she glanced at Leon and sighed. "I''ll get you next time," she muttered before taking a seat.

    Leon simply smirked. "We''ll see."

    With that match over, the next one was about to begin.

    Now, it was Aeron''s turn to fight Vanessa and Kieran.

    First, Aeron and Vanessa would face off, and the winner would then fight Kieran, determining the top three contenders.

    As Aeron and Vanessa stepped into the arena, the atmosphere grew tense. Both were strong fighters, and their match would decide who had the right to challenge Kieran for the spot in the competition.

    Vanessa''s ice-based abilities made her a formidable opponent¡ªfreezing the ground, slowing movements, and creating deadly spikes of ice. On the other hand, Aeron''s illusions and speed gave him an unpredictable edge.

    The referee raised his hand.

    "Begin!"

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    The referee raised his hand.

    "Begin!"

    Vanessa immediately stomped her foot, sending a wave of ice across the arena. Aeron leaped back, barely avoiding being frozen. He smirked and flicked his wrist¡ªmultiple copies of himself appeared around Vanessa.

    She narrowed her eyes.

    "Tricks won''t work on me!" she declared, forming a blizzard around herself, destroying the illusions in one sweep.

    Aeron clicked his tongue. "So much for that."

    He dashed forward at high speed, weaving through the ice spikes she conjured. In a flash, he was behind her, his dagger aimed for her back.

    But Vanessa was prepared.

    A wall of ice erupted between them, forcing Aeron to retreat. She spun around, sending razor-sharp icicles flying at him.

    Leon, watching from the sidelines, nodded in approval. "This fight is actually good."

    Kieran smirked beside him. "Not bad. But they''re still not on our level."

    Leon glanced at him but said nothing. He simply continued watching.

    The fight dragged on, both combatants exhausting their energy. In the end, Aeron''s speed and illusions overwhelmed Vanessa¡ªhe landed a decisive hit, ending the match.

    The referee raised his hand. "Winner: Aeron!"

    Vanessa sighed, rubbing her shoulder where she was hit. "Damn, that was close."

    Aeron smiled. "Yeah, you almost got me there."

    Now, only one fight remained¡ªAeron vs. Kieran.

    As Aeron stepped into the arena for the final match, the tension in the air was palpable. Kieran, the mysterious swordsman who had yet to reveal his true strength, stood across from him with a calm smile.

    Leon leaned forward, watching intently. He had a feeling that this fight would be different.

    The referee raised his hand. "Begin!"

    Aeron wasted no time, vanishing in a blur of speed, his illusions multiplying around Kieran. Dozens of Aerons surrounded him, all moving unpredictably.

    But Kieran didn''t even flinch.

    "You''re fast," Kieran said, unsheathing his sword with a slow, deliberate motion. "But you''re not fast enough."

    In an instant, a sharp whoosh echoed through the arena. Kieran''s blade shimmered with a strange energy as he swung once¡ªjust once.

    A wave of invisible force blasted outward.

    "What?!" Aeron barely had time to react as all his illusions were cut down in a single moment.

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "A sword technique that can strike through illusions?"

    Aeron gritted his teeth and leaped back, realizing that simple tricks wouldn''t work. He dashed forward at full speed, his dagger aimed for Kieran''s neck.

    But before he could reach, Kieran vanished.

    "What the¡ª?!" Aeron barely saw it¡ªKieran reappeared behind him. Explore more adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

    Aeron''s instincts screamed at him to move, but it was already too late.

    Kieran swung his sword. A powerful shockwave sent Aeron flying across the arena, crashing hard into the ground.

    The crowd gasped.

    Leon exhaled slowly. "Yeah... that guy''s strong."

    Vanessa and Ragnar watched in silence. No one had expected this.

    Aeron coughed, pushing himself up. His illusions wouldn''t work, and his speed was meaningless. He had one last trick up his sleeve, but using it would drain him completely.

    "I guess I have no choice." Aeron muttered, his hands glowing as he activated his trump card.

    Kieran smiled. "Show me what you''ve got."

    Aeron clenched his fists, his entire body radiating with a faint, flickering glow.

    "Phantom Mirage."

    His figure blurred, splitting into multiple copies¡ªnot illusions this time, but something more. Each one moved independently, weaving through the battlefield, making it impossible to tell which was real.

    The crowd held their breath. Even Leon''s eyes sharpened in interest.

    Kieran, however, remained completely unfazed.

    "An advanced form of illusion?" he muttered. "Let''s see if it makes a difference."

    Aeron''s clones attacked from all directions. Daggers flashed, cutting through the air, aiming for Kieran''s blind spots.

    But Kieran stood firm.

    CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

    With one hand behind his back, he deflected each strike with effortless precision, his sword moving as if it had a mind of its own.

    Then, suddenly¡ª

    SWOOSH!

    Kieran disappeared again.

    Aeron''s eyes widened. "Where¡ª"

    Before he could react, a cold sensation touched his neck.

    Kieran was behind him, his sword lightly resting against Aeron''s throat.

    The entire arena fell silent.

    "Match over," Kieran said casually, stepping back and sheathing his sword.

    Aeron gritted his teeth, his hands trembling. He hadn''t even seen the final move.

    The referee hesitated before finally raising his hand. "Winner: Kieran!"

    The crowd erupted into cheers and murmurs.

    Leon smirked. "This guy... he''s a good."

    Vanessa folded her arms. "What about your chances against him?."

    Ragnar let out a low whistle. "I was planning to fight him seriously, but now I''m not sure if I''d even land a hit."

    "You, Leon?" Aeron asked.

    Leon replied with a confident smirk, "I can defeat him without even lifting a finger or moving from my spot."

    Aeron blinked in disbelief.

    Vanessa, watching Leon''s calm expression, whispered, "I think he''s serious." The others nodded in agreement.

    Leon lightly tapped his lips twice, deep in thought, but said nothing more.

    Meanwhile, the announcer''s voice boomed across the arena.

    "People, we have our top three!"

    The crowd erupted in cheers as the results were officially declared.

    "First place¡ªLeon! Second place¡ªRagnar! And finally, third place¡ªKieran!"

    With the top three decided, the tension in the arena grew heavier. The audience murmured with excitement¡ªthis was the moment everyone had been waiting for.

    Leon, Ragnar, and Kieran stood at the center of the stage, each radiating a powerful presence.

    The announcer stepped forward and raised his hand. "Now, the final battles will determine the true champion! The first match¡ªLeon versus Kieran!"

    Kieran smirked, stepping toward Leon. "I''ve been waiting for this," he said, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

    Leon simply yawned. "Have you? I wasn''t really paying attention."

    Kieran''s smirk twitched, but he held his composure. "You act like you''re untouchable, but let''s see if you can keep that attitude when we fight."

    Leon cracked his knuckles and walked toward his side of the arena. "Sure, let''s get this over with."

    The referee stepped between them and raised his hand. "Fighters, get ready!"

    The crowd hushed, waiting for the battle to begin.

    "Three... two... one... FIGHT!"

    Kieran dashed forward, his blade gleaming, while Leon stood still, not even bothering to take a stance.

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    Kieran dashed forward, his blade gleaming, while Leon stood still, not even bothering to take a stance.

    "Why isn''t he dodging?" Vanessa asked in disbelief as she watched Leon just standing there like an idiot.

    "You remember his words, right? The thing he said about defeating Kieran without moving from his spot?" Aeron reminded them.

    They nodded, eyes fixed on the scene.

    "I guess we''re about to find out whether he was serious or just joking," Aeron added as they continued watching intently.

    Back on stage, just as Kieran''s sword was about to reach Leon''s neck, something unexpected happened.

    Suddenly, another blade intercepted the attack. A Dark Knight stood there, its presence imposing as it locked eyes with Kieran.

    Leon smirked and lazily pointed at Kieran. "Meet my summon. You won''t be fighting me."

    With a burst of smoke, the Black Knight took its stance in front of Kieran, ready for battle.

    Kieran narrowed his eyes, gripping his sword tighter. "A summon, huh? You think hiding behind it will save you?"

    Leon chuckled, folding his arms. "Hiding? No, I just don''t need to waste my energy on you."

    The Black Knight moved first, its heavy blade slashing down at Kieran with immense force. Kieran barely dodged, rolling to the side before countering with a quick thrust. The summoned knight reacted instantly, parrying the attack with ease.

    The audience watched in awe.

    "That summon... it''s not just strong¡ªit''s fighting like an actual warrior!" Ragnar muttered.

    Vanessa nodded. "Leon didn''t just summon a mindless puppet. That knight has skill."

    Kieran clicked his tongue and leaped back, creating distance. His aura flared as he finally activated his ability. "Fine, let''s see how long your summon lasts!"

    With a burst of speed, he vanished and reappeared behind the Black Knight, slashing at its back. Sparks flew as his sword connected, but to his shock, the Black Knight didn''t falter. Instead, it turned around and counterattacked with even greater speed.

    Leon smirked from the sidelines. "Oh? Struggling already?"

    Kieran growled, realizing that if he wanted to win, he''d have to go all out.

    "You will regret making me go all out," Kieran said as, in the blink of an eye, he appeared right in front of Leon.

    Leon barely moved as Kieran''s sword stopped just before reaching his neck.

    "You stopped it?" Kieran asked, surprised to see Leon standing there unharmed.

    When Leon glanced to the side, he saw that the Black Knight had been sliced into pieces.

    "You move faster... No..." Leon muttered, narrowing his eyes. "There are no slash marks or anything. That means your ability is related to time manipulation."

    Kieran stepped back, clicking his tongue. "Tch... You''re sharp. Fine, I''ll tell you. My ability is called Bullet Time. I can make my movements as fast as the speed of sound¡ªtemporarily."

    Leon looked at him like he was an idiot. "Why would you reveal your ability so openly?"

    Kieran smirked. "I didn''t. That was just the basic effect of my ability."

    Leon raised an eyebrow but didn''t react otherwise. Instead, he cracked his knuckles and stepped forward.

    "Alright, then... come at me."

    Kieran grinned, his sword gleaming under the arena lights. "You asked for it."

    In an instant, his body blurred¡ªhis speed surpassing what normal eyes could follow. The sound of his rapid movements echoed like gunfire as he darted around Leon, striking from multiple angles.

    CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

    Each time his blade came close, it was effortlessly blocked¡ªnot by Leon himself, but by something invisible.

    Kieran clicked his tongue in frustration. "What the hell?!"

    Leon smirked, standing completely still. "You''re fast, but you''re still thinking like a normal swordsman."

    A faint black aura flickered around him.

    "Shadow Guard."

    Suddenly, from Leon''s shadow, multiple dark hands extended, grabbing onto Kieran''s limbs mid-motion. His speed became useless as he found himself locked in place.

    Kieran struggled. "What is this?!"

    Leon casually stepped forward. "Your mistake was assuming I needed to dodge at all."

    With a flick of his wrist, a black shockwave exploded outward¡ªsending Kieran flying across the arena, crashing into the wall.

    The audience went silent.

    Vanessa, Aeron, and Ragnar stared, their eyes wide.

    "He didn''t even move until the very end..." Vanessa muttered in disbelief.

    Aeron exhaled. "He completely crushed Kieran''s speed advantage."

    The dust settled, revealing Kieran slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. His sword lay shattered at his feet.

    Leon approached, hands in his pockets. "Still think this tournament was made for you?"

    Kieran gritted his teeth, fists clenched in frustration. "Damn it..."

    Leon tilted his head slightly. "If you''re done, I''ll take my victory now."

    The announcer, still in shock, raised a hand. "T-The match is over! The winner is... Leon!"

    The crowd erupted into cheers.

    As the cheers echoed throughout the arena, the announcer stepped forward, still a bit shaken from the overwhelming display of power.

    "Ladies and gentlemen, we have our champion!" He raised his hand toward Leon. "The winner of this tournament is... LEON!"

    The crowd erupted into applause, with some in disbelief at how easily Leon had dominated every match.

    Vanessa crossed her arms. "It was obvious he would win."

    Aeron chuckled. "Yeah, but did he have to make it look so effortless?"

    Ragnar smirked. "That''s just Leon for you."

    Kieran remained seated against the wall, his face filled with frustration. He clenched his fists but said nothing. He had lost, and there was no excuse for it.

    ???? Prize Ceremony ????

    The stage was set for the awarding ceremony. A grand podium had been placed at the center of the arena, with three spots for the top three contenders¡ªLeon, Ragnar, and Kieran.

    Leon, as the champion, was at the highest pedestal, standing with his usual unreadable expression. Ragnar stood at his right, arms crossed, while Kieran reluctantly took his place on the left.

    Kierna even lost to Ragnar leading to Ragnar getting Second place , he himself got third place.

    The event organizer, a well-dressed man, stepped forward holding a beautifully crafted golden medal with a black gemstone embedded in the center.

    He placed the medal around Leon''s neck. "Congratulations, Leon. Not only have you proven your strength, but you''ve also given us one of the most unforgettable battles in tournament history."

    Leon simply nodded, accepting the medal without much reaction.

    Next, Ragnar and Kieran were given silver and bronze medals respectively. Ragnar accepted his with a grin, while Kieran, still bitter, merely took his without a word.

    Finally, the announcer revealed a mystery reward¡ªa magical artifact stored inside a black box. He opened it, revealing a crystal orb with dark energy swirling inside.

    "This is the Shadow Core, a rare artifact said to amplify dark-type abilities. A fitting reward for our champion, Leon!"

    "It''s an extra reward given to Leon for his exceptional display of strength!" the announcer declared, his voice echoing through the arena.

    The audience murmured in excitement as the announcer continued, "But now, it''s time for the true reward, which will be personally handed over by our City Lord!"

    At that moment, the City Lord leaped down from his seat in the auditorium, landing gracefully in the center of the stage. The sheer force of his landing cracked the stone beneath him, showcasing his overwhelming strength.

    The man was tall, imposing, and clad in regal battle armor, with a flowing crimson cape. His piercing golden eyes swept over the contestants before locking onto Leon.

    "Leon, step forward," he commanded.

    Leon did as instructed, standing before the powerful figure without the slightest hint of nervousness.

    The City Lord smirked. "You''re strong, and strength deserves to be rewarded." Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

    He raised his hand, and a small, ornate box appeared in his grasp. He opened it, revealing an intricately designed silver ring with glowing runes carved into its surface.

    "This is the Void Ring," the City Lord announced. "A powerful artifact that grants its wearer the ability to store immense amounts of items in a separate dimension. It also contains your Prize, the Ability Crystal, using it will give you rare ability Hyper Strength, multiplying your strength by factor of 3"

    The audience gasped. A Void Ring was an incredibly rare treasure, usually reserved for high-ranking adventurers or nobles. To give it away as a tournament reward was unheard of!

    Leon took the ring, examining it with a calm yet interested gaze. "Not bad," he muttered, slipping it onto his finger.

    The City Lord chuckled. "I expect great things from you, Leon. Don''t disappoint me."

    Leon nodded and responded confidently, "I will ascend to the higher floors and make our city proud."

    The City Lord gave a satisfied nod before turning to Ragnar and Kieran, handing them their respective prizes.

    Ragnar received an uncommon ability crystal, "Echo." This ability allowed his strikes to release shockwaves upon impact, increasing his destructive force.

    Kieran obtained an ability crystal called "Super Sense." It significantly enhanced his perception, sharpening his awareness to a near-inhuman level.

    Leon glanced at the red crystal in his hand and nodded to himself. He was beginning to understand¡ªeach crystal seemed to complement their innate ability-though in his case overcoming the shortcoming of his, the shortcoming that never existed.

    ''If not for the cruel creation methods they use, I might have actually applauded this system,'' Leon thought as he discreetly observed the City Lord.

    City Lord unaware it was this very leon who has found about his dark secrets kept smiling as he talked to them.

 Chapter 196 196: Battle Arena XII

    The City Lord, unaware that it was Leon who had uncovered his darkest secrets, continued smiling as he spoke to the gathered participants.

    Meanwhile, the Dark Specter Reaper had long since overturned the City Lord''s secret base, where his forbidden ability crystals were being illegally created.

    The underground lab was in ruins, and the head researchers had been eliminated. The children who had been kidnapped for experiments were now being rescued under Leon''s orders.

    As the City Lord stood proudly, basking in the moment, Leon observed him with an unreadable expression. The man had no idea that his hidden crimes were already crumbling beneath his feet.

    Meanwhile, deep beneath the city, the Dark Specter Reaper and his team continued their operation. The kidnapped children, who had been subjected to cruel experiments, were being escorted to safety. The underground facility, once a hub for unethical research, was now in flames.

    "All evidence has been secured, Lord Leon," one of the operatives reported through a hidden communication device.

    Leon smirked slightly but kept his face neutral. He had already won before this ceremony even began.

    The City Lord, still unaware of the chaos unfolding in his secret base, stepped forward to make one final announcement.

    "And with this, I declare the tournament officially over! May these champions lead our city to a brighter future!" he proclaimed.

    The crowd erupted into cheers.

    Leon simply nodded, knowing that soon, this man''s downfall would shake the entire city.

    Leon and the others returned to Orphanage, where they were hailed as heroes .

    The moment they entered the Orphanage gates, a wave of cheers erupted. People gathered around, their eyes filled with admiration and happiness. Leon¡ªthe orphanage hero¡ªhad brought honor to their home.

    Even the smallest children gazed up at him in awe, some clutching makeshift wooden swords, pretending to be warriors like him.

    "Leon! You were amazing!" a young boy shouted, running up excitedly.

    "Yeah! That slap was legendary!" another chimed in, making Ragnar burst into laughter.

    Leon scratched the back of his head. How did a simple tournament turn into such a big deal?

    "Enough, let the man breathe!" an elderly woman chuckled, gently pushing the children back. "Welcome home, all of you. You''ve made us proud."

    Leon exchanged glances with Ragnar, Venessa, and Aeron. This warmth... this place... it was home.

    While City Lord Kevin was living a nightmare, the Dark Specter Reaper wasn''t just an ordinary entity¡ªit was a cruel creation, forged by Leon specifically for him.

    This specter didn''t simply kill its victims; it forced them to relive their worst fears over and over again. There was only one rule Leon had never compromised on¡ªwhether in this life or his previous one: No one touches his family.

    City Lord Kevin had done exactly that. And now, he was paying the price.

    The Dark Specter loomed in his bedroom, where his wife''s lifeless body lay beside him¡ªher face twisted in eternal agony, her body mutilated by the specter''s curse. His children¡ªinnocent or not¡ªhad suffered the same fate. The specter, loyal to its master''s will, had spared no one.

    City Lord Kevin''s entire family had been swallowed by his own sins.

    And the nightmare had only just begun.

    The very people he had once sold to the underground Ability Harvesters¡ªthose who had been butchered, experimented on, and left to die¡ªwere now part of this endless cycle of torment.

    Even in death, they cried out for vengeance.

    The harvester''s dark machines, which had once drained others of their abilities, now turned against their master.

    "P-Please... spare me...!" City Lord Kevin pleaded, his voice hoarse from screaming.

    The Dark Specter merely gazed at him with hollow eyes, an eerie smile forming beneath its shadowed hood.

    "You reap what you sow," it whispered¡ªits voice layered with the cries of those he had wronged.

    Then, the machines activated, increasing the pain beyond human comprehension.

    Kevin''s screams echoed through the night, but no one came to save him.

    The retribution had begun.

    Kevin''s body convulsed as the harvester machine activated, its cruel mechanisms whirring to life. Needles burrowed into his flesh, extracting his very essence¡ªnot just his abilities, but his life force itself.

    His screams were no longer human.

    The Dark Specter Reaper stood motionless, watching coldly. To it, this was merely justice.

    Kevin''s past victims¡ªthe children, the enslaved ability users, the innocent people he had sacrificed for power¡ªtheir echoes filled the room, their pain now his own.

    Each time his body would give out, the specter''s curse would restore him, forcing him to endure the agony anew.

    Over and over again.

    He saw his wife and children, their lifeless faces staring at him, their cold fingers pulling him deeper into his suffering.

    "NO! PLEASE¡ª"

    The harvester dug deeper.

    More pain. More screams. More despair.

    Kevin clawed at his own skin, trying to end it, but the specter wouldn''t allow it.

    This was his fate. This was his judgment.

    And the worst part?

    It would never end.

    Leon, watching from afar, showed no emotion.

    A city built on suffering would crumble in suffering.

    Turning away, he whispered, "You deserved worse."

    And with that, he left, as the City Lord''s final, endless screams filled the darkened night.

    The next day was supposed to be like any other morning in the city.

    But a bloodcurdling scream shattered the early calm.

    The maid, arriving for her daily duties at the City Lord''s mansion, stumbled upon a scene straight from a nightmare.

    The entire City Lord''s family lay dead¡ªbrutally murdered in their own home.

    Blood painted the walls.

    Some bodies were mutilated beyond recognition, while others bore signs of horrific torture. The City Lord himself was barely distinguishable¡ªhis face frozen in a twisted mask of unimaginable agony.

    News of the massacre spread like wildfire. Panic set in as the Celestial Order''s enforcers arrived, their presence turning the city''s fear into outright terror.

    But when they entered the mansion and saw the symbols carved into the walls, their expressions darkened even further.

    Because they recognized them.

    The markings belonged to the Ability Harvesters¡ªa shadowy underground syndicate known for capturing and dissecting powerful ability users to extract their gifts for illegal trade.

    And yet...

    Something felt off.

    "How did this happen?!" the investigation leader demanded, rubbing his temples in frustration.

    "We traced all of the City Lord''s ability crystals to a dungeon. So how could he have had any connection with that criminal organization?!"

    The subordinate standing before him bowed his head, his expression grim.

    "We don''t know, sir. All of our investigations have led to dead ends."

    The leader chuckled coldly, shaking his head.

    "It seems I have to remind you all what makes our organization just."

    His voice dropped into a chilling tone as he tapped the insignia on his badge. The Celestial Order''s seal of absolute justice glowed ominously, activating a hidden directive¡ªan assassination order to kill anyone even remotely suspected of engaging in illegal trade while being part of the Celestial Organization.

    The moment the badge flared to life, those who had secretly profited from the City Lord''s illicit dealings began to tremble.

    But there was no escape.

    The Elder watched silently as his own men carried out the cleansing.

    One by one, Celestial Order members in the city who had turned a blind eye¡ªor worse, participated in the crimes¡ªfell.

    By the end of the purge, their bodies lay beside those of the City Lord and his family, burned in Celestial flames that erased all traces of their existence.

    The Elder barely blinked.

    "They deserved it," he said, his voice cold and unfeeling.

    Then he gave a new order:

    "Find out if any other families were involved in this."

    His subordinates nodded before swiftly departing to hunt down more potential traitors.

    As the Elder turned to leave, his gaze caught something on the wall.

    A marking, carved into the stone.

    Words, written in blood.

    "You should never have touched my family."

    The Elder chuckled darkly.

    "So this was vengeance, huh?"

    He turned away, hands clasped behind his back.

    "Whoever you are, you are perfect for our organisation."

    His voice was steady, but deep down, he knew¡ªwhoever had done this...

    Was far beyond his reach.

    Elsewhere in the city...

    Leon watched the sunrise from the balcony of his inn, a calm expression on his face.

    He already knew the Celestial Order was searching for answers.

    But they would never find them.

    Because the Dark Specter Reapers¡ªhis summoned enforcers¡ªleft no traces.

    No matter how much the Celestial Order tried to hunt them down, their efforts were pointless.

    They had already been erased from the world.

    Leon leaned back, taking a sip of his drink.

    The City Lord had been too arrogant.

    Too reckless.

    He had kidnapped innocents.

    He had tortured them for profit.

    And worst of all¡ª

    He had dared to harm Leon''s family.

    Leon''s fingers tightened around his cup.

    That was the one thing he never forgave.

    And now, the City Lord and everyone involved in his crimes...

    Had paid the price.

    Leon exhaled, setting his cup down.

    For him, this matter was already over.

    But he knew one thing for sure¡ª

    The Celestial Order wouldn''t stop until they found someone to blame.

    And Leon?

    He was more than happy to let them chase ghosts.

 Chapter 197 197: Max

    After spending a few more days at the orphanage, Leon was finally ready to return to the Tower.

    But before that, he made a stop at Lock''s Store.

    As soon as he entered, the attendants were about to greet him, but then¡ª

    Max suddenly rushed out from the back, stepping into the store''s main hall and staring at Leon in excitement.

    "Does the store manager know the Champion?" a curious shop assistant whispered to another, both glancing at Leon with awe and uncertainty.

    "I don''t know... but they seem close," the other whispered back.

    Leon, unfazed, smiled as he greeted Max.

    "How are you doing?" Leon asked, offering a firm handshake.

    Max chuckled, shaking Leon''s hand with a grin.

    "Haha, I''m doing great! But damn, you''re setting your own competition now, huh?" he joked, laughing heartily.

    Leon simply nodded with a small smile.

    "Anyway, I''m leaving," Leon said, his tone calm.

    Max''s grin faltered slightly, but he quickly covered it with a playful smirk.

    "Well, I knew this day would come." Max patted Leon''s shoulder. "You belong in the Tower, kid. Just keep ascending."

    He gave a thumbs-up, his eyes filled with genuine support.

    Leon nodded once again.

    "I''m here to say goodbye..." he said, pausing for a moment before taking out a Hyper Strength Ability Crystal from his pocket.

    "And to give you this."

    Max''s eyes widened in shock as he stared at the rare ability crystal in Leon''s hand.

    "You... You''re giving me this!?" Max asked, stunned.

    Leon simply smirked, holding out the crystal.

    "A parting gift."

    "I don''t know if this will help you," Leon said, handing over the Hyper Strength Ability Crystal, "but if you ever want, you can try to ascend the Tower."

    Max stared at the ability crystal, then back at Leon, his hands trembling as he held it.

    "Leon... I... I don''t know what to say," Max stuttered, his voice cracking with emotion.

    No one knew just how much he had longed to climb the Tower. But his dream had been shattered due to his ability¡ªan ability so weak that he had no chance of passing the Tower trials.

    Yet now...

    Now, with this Hyper strength Ability Crystal, he might actually have a chance.

    "Thank you, Leon. Thank you!" Max said, his eyes tearing up, his emotions overwhelming him. He clutched the crystal tightly, feeling a renewed hope he thought he had lost forever.

    Leon simply stood there, watching as Max wiped his tears away.

    Then, after a short pause, Leon smirked.

    "It''s okay. I actually have something else for you too."

    He reached into his storage ring and took out a Legacy Book of Rune Alchemy.

    This was the Legacy Book he had obtained after clearing the Alchemy Dungeon, but he had never needed it¡ªhis own ???-Tier version of Rune Alchemy was already far superior.

    Originally, he had planned to give it to Roselia, but now, he had something even better in mind for her.

    And since his Charity System gave him rebates when he donated any items, giving it to Max seemed like the perfect choice, and he can give the better version to Roselia.

    "I have this Legacy Book. It''s of no use to me, so you can have it," Leon said casually.

    The store attendants, who had been watching silently, suddenly gasped in shock.

    A Legacy Book was not just a book¡ªit was like giving someone a second class, something that could completely change a person''s fate.

    And here was Leon, the Champion of the City, just handing one over like it was nothing!

    "N-No! Absolutely not!" Max shouted, taking a step back, shaking his head.

    "I can''t accept something this expensive and priceless!"

    Leon sighed.

    "Fine," he said with a smirk.

    "I''ll just leave it right here then. Anyone can pick it up as they please."

    With that, Leon dropped the book onto the floor and turned away, walking off.

    "Wait, you bastard!" Max yelled, his face red with frustration.

    He rushed forward, quickly grabbing the book before anyone else could take it.

    But when he looked up, Leon was already standing outside.

    And then¡ª

    Leon vanished.

    "See you in the Tower, fatty senior!" Leon''s voice echoed as he disappeared, his Arune portal ability activating.

    Max froze, gritting his teeth as he stared at the spot where Leon had been.

    "...That bastard," he muttered under his breath.

    "I was supposed to help him, not the other way around."

    He looked down at the Legacy Book in his hands.

    Then, taking a deep breath, he poured his mana into it¡ª

    And in an instant, the Legacy of Rune Alchemy awakened within him.

    "Just wait, you bastard! I''ll come back with an even better Legacy for you!" Max vowed in silence.

    That very day, he resigned from his manager post and entered the Tower.

    Selecting the difficulty level, he walked toward the Trial Floor, determined to begin his trial and ascend as an Ascender.

    "Just you wait, Leon..." Max mumbled as he stepped into the Trial World, ready to face his first challenge¡ª

    And begin his journey as an Ascender.

    As Max stepped into the Trial World, his surroundings shifted. The bright sky of the city vanished, replaced by an endless dark void filled with floating stone platforms. A deep, mechanical voice echoed in his mind:

    "Welcome, Challenger. You have chosen to ascend the Tower. Your first trial will now begin."

    Suddenly, golden runes appeared in the air, forming words:

    [Trial of Endurance ¨C Survive for 10 Minutes]

    Unlike Leon, who had chosen the highest difficulty trial, Max had opted for the normal difficulty, leading to this standard trial.

    Max nodded as he checked his abilities. His assets included Rune Creation (Tier 1), allowing him to create basic elemental runes like fire, water, and lightning. Additionally, he had gained Hyper Strength from Leon, which increased his strength 30 times.

    Taking a deep breath, Max etched runes onto the back of his hands¡ªone for lightning and one for fire. As the runes activated, flames and lightning coated his right and left hands respectively.

    "Begin!" he declared, clenching his fists.

    The ground trembled as the monsters began to spawn.

 Chapter 198 198: Maxs Trial

    As the trial began, Max stood firm, his lightning-coated left hand crackling with energy while flames surged from his right.

    A group of Stone Beasts¡ªtowering creatures with rocky exteriors¡ªemerged from the mist. Their bodies were covered in thick stone plates, making them highly resistant to normal attacks.

    Max nodded.

    "Perfect test subjects."

    "Time to see if my knowledge is still valid"

    With a burst of speed, he dashed forward, his enhanced strength propelling him like a cannonball. His flaming fist struck the first beast''s chest, exploding on impact, sending cracks through its rocky hide.

    Before it could react, Max followed up with his lightning-coated left fist, delivering a thunderous punch to its head. The electrical surge paralyzed the creature, causing it to shudder violently before collapsing to the ground.

    More beasts lunged at him. Max dodged with newfound agility, his Hyper Strength compensating for his lack of refined technique. He weaved between them, etching runes mid-battle, embedding fire and lightning sigils onto their bodies.

    As he clapped his hands together, the runes detonated simultaneously, engulfing the beasts in a chaotic explosion of fire and lightning.

    Dust and debris settled.

    Max exhaled, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Not bad for my first fight."

    Suddenly, a deeper growl echoed through the trial grounds.

    From the shadows, a massive armored beast, far larger than the others, stepped forward¡ªa Trial Guardian.

    Max grinned. "Alright, let''s see how strong I really am!"

    With fire and lightning raging in both hands, he charged towards his next challenge.

    The Trial Guardian was unlike the other beasts¡ªits rocky armor gleamed with metallic luster, hinting at an unnatural toughness. Its glowing red eyes locked onto Max as it let out a deafening roar, shaking the entire trial ground.

    Max''s grin widened. "You''re a big one, huh? Let''s see if you can handle this!"

    Without hesitation, he sprinted forward, his Hyper Strength enhancing his speed. The Guardian swung a massive claw, aiming to crush him in one strike.

    BOOM!

    Max narrowly dodged, rolling to the side. The impact left a deep crater where he once stood.

    "That would''ve hurt." He smirked before counterattacking.

    Raising his hands, he quickly inscribed a series of runes mid-air, a combination of Fire, Lightning, and Impact sigils.

    "Rune Art: Explosive Blitz!"

    The runes ignited, and Max punched forward, sending a shockwave of fire and lightning crashing into the Guardian''s body.

    BOOM!

    The explosion sent the beast skidding backward, but when the dust settled, it remained standing¡ªcompletely unfazed.

    Max clicked his tongue. "Damn, tough bastard."

    The Guardian lowered its stance, energy gathering around its body.

    CRACK!

    The ground split open, and metallic spikes shot up from the earth, forcing Max to jump back. Before he could land, the Guardian launched itself forward, moving faster than something its size should be able to.

    "Shit!"

    Max crossed his arms in defense, activating a temporary Lightning Shield Rune, but¡ª

    BAM!

    The Guardian''s armored punch smashed into him, sending him flying dozens of meters before he crashed into a rock wall.

    CRACK!

    Max gasped, feeling pain surge through his body. "Okay... that actually hurt."

    The Guardian didn''t wait. It charged again, aiming to finish him off.

    Max wiped the blood from his mouth. His Hyper Strength ability surged, and he began inscribing a massive rune beneath his feet.

    "If regular attacks don''t work, let''s see how you handle this!"

    The rune glowed violently, pulsing with compressed energy as he poured every ounce of mana into it.

    "Rune Art: Thunderflame burst!"

    BOOM!

    A massive explosion of fire and lightning erupted, consuming the entire battlefield in a blinding storm of destruction. The Guardian let out a piercing screech as its metallic armor began to melt under the intense energy.

    Max didn''t stop. He rushed forward, fists engulfed in flames and lightning, and delivered a final, earth-shattering Hyper Punch straight into the Guardian''s chest.

    CRACK!

    The Guardian''s core shattered, and its massive body collapsed.

    Silence filled the battlefield.

    Max panted heavily. His body ached, his mana reserves were nearly drained, but¡ªhe had won.

    A golden notification appeared before him.

    [Trial Guardian Defeated! You have cleared the First Trial!]

    Max let out a breathless chuckle. "I did it..."

    Before he could celebrate further, a pillar of light descended from the sky, and a shimmering reward chest appeared before him.

    "Time to see what I won." Max smiled, stepping forward.

    Max walked toward the shimmering reward chest, his heart pounding with anticipation. As he reached out, the golden light intensified, and the chest slowly creaked open, revealing its contents.

    Inside, three items floated in mid-air:

    Rune Core (Tier 2) ¨C A condensed magical core that enhances rune-based abilities, allowing the user to inscribe stronger and more complex runes.

    Stormbreaker Gauntlets ¨C A pair of gauntlets infused with lightning and wind essence, increasing attack speed and granting electrical discharge on impact.

    Ascender''s Token ¨C A special key allowing him to advance to the next floor of the Tower without retaking the trial.

    Max''s eyes widened in excitement. "Holy crap... these are insane rewards!"

    The Rune Core was exactly what he needed to improve his rune abilities. The Stormbreaker Gauntlets would work perfectly with his Hyper Strength, making his punches even deadlier. And the Ascender''s Token meant he could skip the trial process and ascend to the next major floor immediately.

    "Leon, you really did me a favor..."

    Max grabbed the items, feeling the power surge through his body as he equipped the Stormbreaker Gauntlets. His hands crackled with electricity, and he clenched his fists, testing their weight.

    "Feels good."

    Just as he was about to leave, a golden light engulfed him, signaling the end of the trial. His body floated upward, and the environment around him blurred into white light.

    ¡ª---

    [Tower ¨C First Floor]

    When Max opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a massive cityscape floating in the clouds. Towering crystal spires stretched high into the sky, and countless other Ascenders roamed the streets, each radiating power.

    A holographic notification appeared in front of him.

    [ Welcome to Floor of beginning ]

    Max looked around a she nodded " Now, I am an Ascender too" he clenched his fist as he walked in ready to register as an Ascender and begin his tower climbing.

 Chapter 199 199: Arvanis

    A few months passed quickly for Leon as he continued to complete quests and challenges. After returning to the Tower, the others also came back from their own quests, and the Legacy Book finally revealed the details of the next trial.

    [Hey~ how are you doing?]

    Stay tuned with My Virtual Library Empire

    [Well, I''m doing fine. Anyway, the next trial is on the 20th floor. Reach there, and we will meet again.]

    [Of course, but only if you can find me, hehehe~]

    The Legacy Book turned red, and the words burned into flames.

    "I guess the next trial is to find old man," Roselia said as Leon nodded.

    "Though I no longer need his legacy," Leon added.

    "Well, you cleared a powerful Dungeon of Ancient times. I think now Theodore might be needing you to teach him," Roman said, chuckling as he shook his head.

    "Maybe, but don''t forget he''s a Tier XV, and I''m just a Tier X Alchemist," Leon said as they nodded.

    Roman nodded but he also added. "Even so, knowledge isn''t just about tiers. You might have insights he lacks."

    Leon crossed his arms, thinking for a moment. "True, but it still feels odd to teach someone that much stronger than me."

    Roselia chuckled. "Power isn''t everything. If he seeks your guidance, it means you have something valuable to offer."

    "Where are Milim and the others?" Leon asked as the group fell silent.

    "What happened?" he asked again, not liking the heavy atmosphere.

    Roman let out a sigh before lifting his shirt, revealing a scar on his stomach.

    "How did this happen?" Leon asked, examining the scar. It had healed thanks to Roman''s innate resilience, yet its presence still carried the mark of a powerful opponent.

    "Someone came to take Milim back," Roman explained. "She resisted, so they knocked her out. We tried to help her, but we were easily defeated," he admitted with a sigh as Roselia nodded in agreement.

    Leon studied the scar, his expression darkening. He extended his hand, feeling the lingering energy from the attack. A crimson aura flared around his fingers as he traced the wound, sensing the remnants of the Scarlet Energy''s power.

    "It still feels strange," Roman muttered as Leon nodded.

    Roselia also turned, lifting her back slightly. "Leon... can you help me too?" she asked, revealing another injury.

    Leon''s anger flared, but he suppressed it. Instead, he placed his hands over her wound, channeling his power to heal her.

    Leon used his destruction energy to cleanse the lingering Scarlet Entity''s remnants while allowing their natural healing to mend both wounds inflicted upon them.

    "What world?" After some time, he asked as Roman and Roselia glanced at each other.

    "I don''t think..." Roselia began, but she stopped when she noticed the cold look on Leon''s face.

    "Sorry for that," Leon muttered, his voice heavy. He took a deep breath to calm his increasingly berserk impulses before adding, "I just want to know who took Milim without her permission."

    Roman nodded. "They were from Arvanis World. It''s a dark world where the sun never shines. Instead, they have three massive moons that provide light from a distance, acting as their sun."

    Leon''s eyes narrowed. "Sounds like a perfect place for a vampire civilization."

    Roman and Roselia nodded in agreement.

    "And Milim was a Royal Vampire, so she must be a princess from some kingdom in that world," Leon speculated.

    "Not just any kingdom," Roselia added. "She''s from Gravis Kingdom. Most royal families there share her surname."

    Leon''s expression darkened as he recalled Milim''s full name¡ªMilim Gravis.

    "I have heard that name before," Leon said as they turned to him. "Back in that dungeon, there were records of a nearby continent. There was the Gravis Kingdom of vampires¡ªa cruel one. They drink the blood of their own kin to ensure their power. Every 500 years, their ruler¡ªwhether king or queen¡ªmust be replaced. But their selection method is brutal."

    He continued, his expression darkening. "A battle royale takes place in a grand arena, where all the contenders fight to the death. The last one standing drinks the blood of all the fallen, absorbing their power. Then, as a final act, they drink the blood of the previous ruler to solidify their reign."

    Roman frowned. "But they''re vampires. Drinking blood is normal for them, right?"

    Leon shook his head. "There''s a difference. Drinking blood usually means taking a portion, not draining someone dry and stealing their strength. What they do is outright slaughter."

    The atmosphere grew tense.

    "We''re going there," Leon declared.

    The others hesitated. "No, Leon. The ones who took her were Tier X. We''re no match for them. Going there would be suicide," Roman warned.

    Leon nodded. "Of course, I know that. A kingdom that big must have at least one Tier XII powerhouse. I''m not planning to rush in recklessly. But that battle royale... if her parents were rulers, then Milim might be next in line."

    Roselia''s eyes widened. "That means... she''s not just any royal. She could be the next queen."

    "And in that case," Leon said, his gaze turning sharp, "they''re not just holding her captive. They might be forcing her into that deadly tournament."

    "Even so, how can we save her?" Roman asked.

    Leon responded firmly, "Partners are allowed in the tournament. So, I will join as her partner."

    "What?!" Roselia exclaimed in shock.

    Leon''s expression remained resolute. "I promised to protect her, and I intend to keep that promise."

    Roman nodded approvingly. "That''s how a true man should be."

    Leon leaned back, his gaze sharpening. "Stop wasting time with useless drama," he said, his patience running thin.

    "But they are the only fun thing I found in this age," Roman muttered, grinning as he followed after Leon.

    Leon just shook his head and didn''t say anything.

    Leon, Roman, and Roselia made their way toward World Plaza, a massive hub where adventurers, merchants, and scholars from countless realms gathered. Towering structures of ancient and futuristic designs stood proudly, each housing portals leading to different worlds. The air buzzed with energy as people of all races¡ªhumans, elves, beastkin, and even celestial beings¡ªmoved between realms.

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    Their destination was the Arvanis Gate, the portal that connected to Arvanis World, the dark land ruled by vampires.

    As they approached the towering archway pulsating with eerie crimson light, Roselia hesitated. "Are we really doing this?" she asked, gripping her sword. "Arvanis isn''t just some random world; it''s one of the deadliest out there."

    Leon didn''t slow down. "We don''t have a choice. Milim was taken, and I won''t sit back while she''s forced into a battle to the death."

    Roman just shrugged. "Well, we always did enjoy getting into trouble."

    " its like we are magnets for trouble"

    A portal guardian, clad in dark robes with glowing runes etched onto his mask, stepped forward. "State your reason for passage into Arvanis," he demanded, his voice cold and mechanical.

    Leon met his gaze without flinching. "We''re here to participate in the Royal Selection Tournament of the Gravis Kingdom there."

    The guardian tilted his head slightly before stepping aside. "Entry granted. May you survive the darkness." Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

    Without hesitation, Leon and his group stepped through the crimson portal, vanishing into the unknown.

    The moment they emerged on the other side, their eyes adjusted to the dim, crimson-tinged atmosphere. They found themselves inside a massive building bustling with activity.

    "Get your Temporary IDs and welcome to Arvanis," a brief yet sharp-voiced female vampire announced, her piercing red eyes scanning them. Around them, there were other newcomers¡ªsome looking like adventurers, while others seemed like mere tourists.

    "This world is... eerie," Roselia murmured, looking up at the Night Garden, an ethereal display of bioluminescent flora illuminating the darkness.

    Arvanis was a world of eternal night, yet life had adapted. Strange glowing plants stretched toward the darkened sky, and trees with translucent, shimmering leaves pulsed with energy. Even the air felt heavier, charged with a mystical force.

    "Nature always finds a way to exist," Leon said, admiring the beautiful plants. But just as he was about to touch one, a vampire lady warned him kindly, "You shouldn''t touch the glowing ones. They are killers¡ªpoisonous. One touch, and you''re dead." She then continued strolling through the deadly yet mesmerizing garden.

    "A beautiful danger," Leon murmured as he pulled his hand back, letting his eyes admire the breathtaking yet poisonous wonders around him.

    They spent some time exploring, where nature blended seamlessly with the eerie architecture of Gravis Kingdom. As they sat near a resting area, they noticed that most of the people around them were vampires, but there were also some werewolves present.

    "You''re going to see the Gravis Blood Match, right?" a young vampire kid asked. Leon and the others nodded.

    "They''re a crazy bunch," another vampire sneered. "Normally, drinking the blood of your own kin drives you mad, yet those bastards get stronger instead. They''re freaking cannibals¡ªthey should all just die!"

    Another vampire nearby scoffed, shaking his head. "They''re sacred-blood vampires¡ªwe can''t just kill them, even if we wanted to. A single one of those guys could overpower ten others of the same rank."

    Leon listened quietly, his eyes sharp as he absorbed the information. Sacred-blood vampires¡ªstrong enough to overpower ten of their own rank? That meant Millim''s captors weren''t just any vampires; they were elites among their kind.

    Roselia leaned closer, whispering, "Looks like getting her back won''t be easy. If their bloodline gives them such an advantage, fighting them head-on might not be the best approach."

    Roman, however, scoffed. "Then we just get stronger. We already know where the match is happening. We enter, we win, and we take her back. Simple."

    Leon shook his head. "It''s never that simple, Roman. These aren''t normal vampires; they have centuries of battle experience. Even if we enter the Blood Match, we need more information first."

    "You guys want to enter that Blood Match? Do you know any of the royalty?" a vampire guy asked.

    Leon nodded. "Yes, her name is Millim."

    The vampire''s eyes widened slightly before he whistled. "You mean the runaway princess? Damn, you sure are setting yourself up for trouble wanting that beauty." He smirked, eyeing Leon with interest.

    "She''s the only sane person one in that madman''s family," another vampire chimed in. "She even ran away because of their damn blood ritual."

    Leon frowned. "Yeah, but a few people came to take her back, and now she''s there."

    The first vampire clicked his tongue. "Then they must be the Death Guards. They''re the royal knights of the Gravis Kingdom¡ªpowerful, emotionless killing machines."

    Leon nodded, absorbing the information.

    "Nasty business," another vampire said. "I guess you''re entering as her partner, huh? Best of luck saving your girl, man."

    "Damn, one can already write an story of your bravery."

    "We''ll be honored guests at your funeral."

    "..."

    "..."

    Another vampire, with arms crossed, scoffed. "What an unrealistic dreamer. You seriously think a human can go against those mad mans?" The others nodded in agreement.

    "Well, we can hope," one of them shrugged.

    "Or dream," another chuckled.

    Leon''s lips twitched in amusement. "I didn''t imagine things would turn out this entertaining," he thought.

    Leon simply smirked at their skepticism but didn''t bother arguing. He had faced worse odds before.

    "Anyway, where do we register?" he asked.

    The vampire who had been speaking earlier pointed toward a massive obsidian tower in the distance. "Over there. That''s the Blood Plaza. It connects portals to all major vampire territories, including the Gravis Kingdom. Registration for the Blood Match is done inside."

    Roselia narrowed her eyes as she studied the structure. "It looks more like a fortress than a plaza."

    The vampire chuckled. "That''s because it is. The Blood Matches are no joke. Only the strongest participate. Even if you''re royalty, you need to prove your worth in battle. No exceptions."

    Guards stood at the entrance¡ªtall, armored vampires with glowing crimson eyes. One of them stepped forward, his gaze piercing. "State your purpose."

    Leon met his gaze without hesitation. "We''re here to register for the Blood Match. I will be entering as Millim''s partner."

    " we will have to confirm first" Said the Guard as he nodded letting them do as they wish.

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    "We will have to confirm first," said the guard, nodding as he allowed them to proceed.

    "Come with us to the waiting area. You can stay there while we contact the royal family of the Gravis Kingdom and inform them that Lady Millim''s partner wishes to participate... if Lady Millim approves of you," he added.

    Leon nodded and followed the guard to the waiting area, with Roselia and Roman accompanying him. The waiting area was a large hall where they settled in.

    "It will take some time, so make yourselves comfortable," the guard said before leaving.

    Leon and the others nodded, preparing to wait for the royal family''s response.

    Leon and the others settled into the waiting area, a dimly lit lounge with dark velvet seats and a faint glow from enchanted lanterns. The atmosphere was beautiful and cozy.

    Roselia crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. "So, we just wait now? Feels like we''re wasting time."

    Roman chuckled. "Patience. If Millim really is a royal, then there''s no way they''ll just let anyone join without checking first."

    Leon sat back, his eyes scanning the other occupants of the room. Some were vampires, others were werewolves, and even a few shadowy figures that carried an eerie presence. Competitors? Mercenaries? He couldn''t tell, but he knew one thing¡ªthis was no ordinary tournament.

    From the others, they learned that not only partners but also followers of the Royal family participates in the tournament. It was no longer limited to just partners, as Leon discovered from ancient records. This meant that Millim would be participating alongside her maids, Naval and Liliana, the only followers she have.

    Additionally, the followers of the tournament winner were granted noble titles, leading to a surge of mercenaries competing on behalf of different royal family members.

    There were a total of 13 siblings in the tournament, and each of them was allowed a five-member team¡ªthis was the limit imposed on every prince or princess, aside from their partner. The tier is also limited to only Tier III peak, which is the lowest Tier of the youngest sibling among the Princes or Princess, the venue will be engulfed in special formation that will keep the participants at that level to maintain an equal ground for everyone in this tournament.

    "Roman, Roselia, Liliana, and Naval... We''re still short of one," Leon thought, analyzing their current lineup. His mind quickly shifted to the Dark Pope, the individual he had created before. "That guy is the best choice¡ªhe can handle both buffs and debuffs.

    Leon nodded to himself, having made his decision. "I guess you''ll be participating with us," he mumbled, already planning how to summon him secretly later.

    After some time, a different vampire, dressed in dark silver armor, entered the waiting area. His red eyes locked onto Leon. "The Gravis Kingdom has been informed. Lady Millim has been notified of your request."

    Leon straightened. "And?"

    The vampire paused before continuing, "She has agreed to see you... but she gave no confirmation on whether she''ll accept you as her partner. That will be decided when you meet her."

    Roselia smiled. "Figures. She probably wants to test you first-to see you are real or not."

    Leon chuckled. "I wouldn''t have it any other way."

    The armored vampire gestured toward a nearby portal. "Step through here. It will take you directly to the Gravis Kingdom. Prepare yourselves."

    Without hesitation, Leon led the way, stepping into the portal, ready to meet Millim again.

    As Leon stepped through the portal, a wave of cold air rushed past him. The sensation was brief, and before he knew it, he was standing in an entirely different place¡ªa grand hall bathed in crimson and silver hues. The architecture was gothic, with towering columns, intricate carvings, and a dark, elegant atmosphere fitting for a vampire kingdom.

    The moment Roselia and Roman arrived beside him, the heavy doors ahead creaked open, revealing a long red carpet leading to a raised platform where a throne sat. Seated on it was none other than Millim, dressed in an extravagant dark dress, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders. Beside her stood two figures¡ªNaval and Liliana, her loyal maids.

    Millim''s crimson eyes locked onto Leon''s, analyzing him with an unreadable expression. Then, with a slight smirk, she rested her chin on her palm. "So, you really came."

    Leon returned her gaze with a calm smile. "Did you doubt me?"

    Millim chuckled softly. "Not at all. But I do wonder¡ªdo you truly understand what it means to be my partner in this tournament?"

    Leon shrugged. "It means I fight at your side and help you win."

    Naval, the short and excitable one, huffed. "Hmph! As if you can win it. It would''ve been better if you had just come to take us away from here." She pouted, crossing her arms.

    Liliana, the calmer of the two maids, sighed. "It''s fine. It''s not like she can leave anyway."

    Leon furrowed his brows at their words and activated his Miracle Eyes. "You''re a prisoner here?" He asked as he noticed the faint sigils marked on Millim''s wrists.

    Millim gave a small shrug. "This is my punishment for abandoning my duty as a member of the royal family and fleeing from here." She let out a dry chuckle. "Though it''s not like I''m treated badly... aside from being forced to participate in family rituals."

    Leon nodded in understanding. "I''ll make sure we win."

    Millim looked at him, her crimson eyes filled with a mix of emotions. A single tear slipped from her eye as she whispered, "I know that. That''s why I ran away without telling you."

    She stepped closer to him and hesitated before placing a hand on his chest. "I can already see it... you killing my other siblings for my sake." Her voice trembled slightly. "That''s why I fled. How could I bring myself to fight my own siblings? To be the reason for their deaths? Even if I''ve spent my whole life preparing for this... I''d rather die than take part in such a ritual and win it."

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    Leon gently took her hand in his. "You won''t have to do it alone. If you don''t want to kill, then don''t. I''ll handle everything."

    Millim looked up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation. When she found none, she let out a shaky breath and nodded. "Alright... I''ll trust you."

    Naval sniffled, rubbing her eyes. "Ugh, you guys are so dramatic. Just win already so we can leave this place!"

    Leon smirked. "That''s the plan."

    "You say that, but how do you plan to do that?" Millim''s maid asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "Until only a single person remains alive in the tournament, The barrier will not come down."

    She leaned back in her seat within the royal mansion''s palace, arms crossed as she challenged Leon''s confidence.

    Leon''s expression remained calm. "Who said anything about following their rules?" He smirked.

    Millim raised an eyebrow. "You have a way to bypass the ritual?"

    Leon leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with determination. "If the rule states that only one person can remain, then I''ll ensure that every other contestant willingly concedes before the final moment. That way, no unnecessary bloodshed will be needed."

    Naval scoffed. "Hah! You think those lunatic royals will just give up?"

    Leon chuckled. "Not all of them. But with the right pressure, the right strategies, and the right... incentives, I can make sure Millim stands victorious without sacrificing herself or her siblings."

    Liliana narrowed her eyes, intrigued. "And if they refuse?"

    Leon''s smirk turned sharp. "Then I''ll make sure they have no choice."

    "It won''t work," Millim frowned, shaking her head. "The barrier surrounding the tournament is special. It will only come down after all royal blood, except for one, dies inside it."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Hah, then I guess the first thing I need to do is take care of that barrier."

    Millim sighed, shaking her head again. "It''s not that simple. The barrier was created by several Tier XII alchemists and rune masters. Do you even have a way to break something that powerful?"

    Leon smirked, his confidence unwavering. "I don''t need to break it. I just need to find a loophole."

    Naval crossed her arms. "A loophole in an ancient, unbreakable barrier? You sure love impossible tasks."

    Leon chuckled. "Nothing is impossible. Every barrier has a weakness¡ªit''s just a matter of finding it."

    ''And with my combination of Sage eyes as well as Miracle eyes nothing is impenetrable by me'' Leon inwardly thought looking at them.

    Millim stared at him for a moment before sighing. "Fine. If you think you can do it, then go ahead. But even if you find a loophole, what''s your plan after that? You''ll still have to deal with my siblings, and they won''t go down easily."

    Leon''s smirk widened. "That''s exactly why I brought my team. Roman, Roselia, Naval, Liliana, and..." he paused for a moment before adding, "One more I''ll be summoning soon."

    Millim narrowed her eyes. "You''re serious about this, aren''t you?"

    "Of course. I didn''t come all this way just to lose." Leon''s voice carried a firm determination. "I''ll find a way to break that barrier, and I''ll make sure you don''t have to go through that ritual."

    Tears welled up slightly in Millim''s eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. "You idiot... That''s why I ran away without telling you. I knew you''d do something crazy like this."

    She stepped closer and lightly punched his chest. "You don''t have to go this far for me."

    Leon shook his head. "That''s where you''re wrong. I do have to go this far¡ªbecause you matter to me."

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    Leon shook his head. "That''s where you''re wrong. I do have to go this far¡ªbecause you matter to me."

    Naval smirked. "Wow, that''s the most romantic thing I''ve ever heard from you," she said, eyeing Leon as Millim''s face flushed red. She just nestled into his arms while Liliana simply nodded.

    Leon gently held Millim as she buried her face in his chest, her grip tightening around his cloak. He could feel the weight of her emotions¡ªthe pain of being trapped, the fear of losing everything, and the relief of finally having someone who wouldn''t abandon her.

    Naval playfully nudged Liliana. "Looks like our lady finally found someone who can handle her."

    Liliana gave a small smile but remained silent, her usual composed demeanor unchanged.

    After a moment, Millim pulled away slightly, her blue eyes meeting Leon''s. "You really think we can win this?"

    Leon smirked. "No, I know we will. I''ve already come this far. There''s no turning back now."

    Millim let out a shaky breath before nodding. "Then... I''ll trust you."

    Leon turned to the others. "First things first¡ªwe need to figure out how to break that barrier. We can''t afford to let the tournament rules trap us inside."

    "The barrier will only be activated after the tournament begins," she said, and Leon nodded.

    The tournament was still a month away, giving them time to work on their teamwork for now.

    "Guess that means we should focus on improving our coordination," Ken (Dark Pope) said. He then added, "Also, let''s bring Roselia and Roman in. They''re part of this too, and we''re supposed to fight together as a team."

    Leon agreed. "Good idea."

    Millim nodded and gestured to Naval, who went to get Roselia and Roman inside as well.

    Naval disappeared briefly and returned with Roselia and Roman. Roselia''s sharp eyes immediately scanned the room, picking up on the tense atmosphere. Roman, his sword casually slung over his shoulder, followed close behind with a relaxed demeanor.

    "Looks like the gang''s all here," Roman said with a grin. "What''s the plan, boss?"

    Leon gestured for everyone to gather around. "The tournament is going to be a test of more than just strength. We''re up against teams that know how to work together, and we can''t afford to be outdone."

    Roselia crossed her arms, her voice cold but practical. "Coordination has always been our weakness. If we''re going to fix that, we''ll need to train hard¡ªand smart."

    Roman nodded in agreement. "So, where do we start?"

    Leon turned to Millim, his voice calm yet firm. "You''ve been in tournaments like this before. What kind of challenges can we expect?"

    Millim looked thoughtful for a moment, then spoke. "It won''t just be battles. There will be puzzles, traps, and scenarios designed to test our teamwork and strategic thinking. The organizers love throwing in surprises to keep everyone on edge."

    "Perfect," Leon said with a smirk. "Then we''ll train for the unexpected."

    Ken spoke up. "We''ll need to run drills, practice combos, and figure out each other''s strengths and weaknesses. If we can anticipate what the others are going to do, we''ll have an edge."

    Naval chimed in, her tone light but serious. "I''ll work with Millim on her close combat. She''s strong, but she needs to refine her technique."

    Millim shot her a mock glare but didn''t argue.

    Leon nodded. "Good. Roselia, you''re our strategist. I want you to study the tournament''s history and predict possible scenarios."

    Roselia inclined her head. "Consider it done."

    "Roman," Leon continued, "you''ll work with Ken on setting up counters and defenses. If the enemy wants to overwhelm us, they''ll have to get through you two first."

    Roman grinned, patting Ken on the back. "Guess we''re the wall, huh? Let''s make it impenetrable."

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    "And me?" Liliana asked quietly, her voice steady but curious.

    Leon turned to her, his expression softening slightly. "You''re our healer, but you''re also more than that. I want you to work on enhancing our abilities during fights. If you can boost our strengths and cover our weaknesses, we''ll be unstoppable."

    Liliana nodded, determination flashing in her eyes. "Understood."

    Leon looked at the group, his voice filled with resolve. "We have a month. It''s not a lot of time, but it''s enough if we push ourselves. We''re not just here to compete¡ªwe''re here to win. Let''s get to work."

    The room filled with a collective sense of purpose as the group began discussing their roles in more detail.

    The following days were grueling. Training started at dawn and lasted well into the night. Each member of the team focused on refining their individual strengths while integrating their skills into seamless coordination.

    "You''re relying too much on brute force," Naval pointed out as she ducked under one of Millim''s punches, countering with a precise jab to her ribs. "Power''s great, but against experienced fighters, it won''t be enough."

    Millim gritted her teeth, stepping back. "Then I''ll just have to get faster."

    Naval smirked. "Now you''re getting it."

    They continued sparring, Millim gradually adapting, using feints and reading Naval''s movements more carefully.

    Leon clashed blades with Roman, their swords sparking as they met. Ken stood behind Roman, watching their movements closely before stepping in, using his shield to redirect a strike aimed at Roman''s side.

    "Good," Leon said, pulling back. "Ken, you''re our anchor. If you hold the line, Roman and I can take the offensive when needed."

    Roman wiped sweat from his brow. "We should also practice counterattacks. If someone gets past Ken, we can''t just react¡ªwe need to strike back immediately."

    Leon nodded. "Then let''s drill that next."

    Roselia sat with several maps and documents spread out before her, analyzing past tournaments. "This year''s format hasn''t been announced yet, but based on previous years, the final round is almost always a battle royale."

    Liliana, who had been practicing her healing spells, looked up. "That means conserving energy early on will be crucial."

    "Exactly." Roselia traced a path on one of the maps. "We should also prepare for environmental hazards¡ªlike magical storms or shifting terrain."

    Liliana nodded, gripping her staff. "I''ll work on faster spellcasting and aura reinforcement. If I can keep everyone at peak condition, we''ll have a better chance of enduring longer fights."

 Chapter 203 203: Blood King Tournament

    Progress was evident. The team moved with greater cohesion, reacting to each other instinctively. However, there was still one problem.

    "We''re too predictable," Leon stated after another training session. "We need an ace up our sleeve¡ªsomething unexpected."

    Roman stretched his arms. "Like a trump card?"

    "Exactly," Leon said, glancing at Millim. "And I think I have an idea."

    Millim tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

    Leon smirked. "You''ve been holding back. Your magic potential is incredible, but you''re limiting yourself in battle. I want you to push past those limits."

    Millim''s expression darkened slightly. "You don''t understand. If I go too far¡ª"

    Leon placed a hand on her shoulder. "I do understand. That''s why we''re going to help you control it."

    The others watched in silence before Naval crossed her arms. "Well, if you''re planning on unleashing her full potential, we should all be prepared."

    Roselia sighed. "This could be dangerous."

    Leon grinned. "Good. That means we''re on the right track."

    Millim took a deep breath before nodding. "Alright. Let''s do it."

    The next phase of training was the most intense yet. Millim''s raw magic surged as she attempted to control it, her aura crackling with unstable energy.

    "Focus!" Leon called out as she launched an explosive wave of power. Ken barely managed to block it with his shield, while Naval and Roman dodged.

    "I can''t¡ª!" Millim gasped, stumbling.

    Leon caught her before she fell. "You can. You just need to trust yourself."

    Millim looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with determination. "Then let''s try again."

    Roselia muttered, "This is insane..." but didn''t object.

    As the days passed, Millim''s control improved. She learned to channel her magic into concentrated bursts instead of wild surges, giving the team a powerful advantage.

    Leon stood before the team. "This is it. We''re stronger, faster, and more coordinated than ever. But now we need to test everything we''ve learned."

    Naval cracked her knuckles. "So, what''s the plan?"

    Leon''s smirk was razor-sharp. "We fight each other¡ªat full strength. No holding back."

    Roman whistled. "You really don''t do things halfway, huh?"

    Ken grinned. "Alright then. Let''s see if we''re ready."

    As they took their positions, Millim clenched her fists. This was it¡ªthe last challenge before the tournament.

    The air crackled with tension as Leon and his team stood in a circle, ready for their last test before the tournament. The plan was simple: a full-power sparring match where no one held back.

    Ken, the Dark Pope, stood at the center of the battlefield, his dark robes flowing as eerie energy radiated from his form. His presence alone sent chills through the air, an overwhelming aura of darkness mixed with divine authority.

    Naval rolled her shoulders, glancing at Ken. "So, Dark Pope, huh? That title suits you a little too well."

    Ken smirked, his glowing red eyes narrowing. "Then let me show you why."

    With a single motion, he raised his staff, and the battlefield was engulfed in an oppressive shadow. The ground beneath them cracked as chains of dark energy erupted, lashing out at everyone.

    Leon moved first, dashing through the darkness with lightning speed, his blade glowing with raw power. He sliced through the dark chains, closing in on Ken.

    Ken barely flinched. "Predictable."

    With a flick of his wrist, the shadows twisted, forming a barrier that blocked Leon''s strike. At the same time, dark orbs materialized around him, launching toward the others.

    Millim reacted instantly, her magic flaring to life. She blasted the orbs out of the air, but Ken had already anticipated it. The moment she used her power, the darkness wrapped around her, attempting to suppress her mana.

    Millim gritted her teeth. "Damn it¡ª!"

    "Your magic is powerful," Ken said calmly, "but darkness consumes all."

    Before the shadows could fully bind Millim, Naval leaped in, slicing through them with a precise strike. "You talk too much," she quipped, landing next to Millim.

    Ken chuckled. "Perhaps."

    "It''s good," Leon said. If this were a normal battle, he could have easily killed Ken. But Ken was Tier VII¡ªthe highest rank Leon could summon. He had summoned Ken at this rank specifically so he could help train them.

    Ken stood tall, the Dark Pope''s aura swirling around him like a black storm. His Tier VII power made him nearly unstoppable¡ªbut that was exactly why Leon had summoned him.

    Leon, standing at the center, grinned. Destruction magic crackled in his hands, raw and unstable, ready to tear through anything in his path. "Enough testing," he said. "Let''s see how far I can go against you."

    Ken smirked. "Finally."

    Naval twirled her rapier, the blade gleaming with deadly precision. "Took you long enough to get serious."

    Liliana clenched her dark flame-covered fists, black fire crackling violently as she exhaled slowly. "I''ll burn through whatever shadows you throw at us, Ken."

    Millim summoned a blood knight, a towering warrior clad in crimson armor, its presence radiating raw power. But she didn''t just rely on summons¡ªshe rushed forward, fists glowing with arcane energy. "I''ll break through your defenses myself!"

    Ken simply raised his staff. "Then come."

    Leon launched forward, his Destruction magic surging around his blade like a storm. He swung down with brutal force¡ª

    BOOM!

    Ken blocked with his staff, but the ground beneath them shattered from the impact.

    "You''ve gotten stronger," Ken admitted. "But not strong enough."

    A wave of darkness erupted from him, attempting to engulf Leon. But Leon''s Destruction aura flared, disintegrating the shadows before they could consume him.

    Leon smirked. "I destroy everything, remember?"

    Ken narrowed his eyes. "Let''s test that."

    He raised his hand, summoning Dark Chains of Judgement, aiming to bind Leon completely.

    Before the chains could reach Leon, Naval flashed forward, her rapier striking with pinpoint accuracy, severing the dark bindings mid-air.

    Ken barely had time to react before Liliana came from the other side, her dark flame fists burning through his defenses. She aimed a devastating punch at his chest¡ª

    BAM!

    Ken skidded back, his robes scorched. "Not bad."

    Naval smirked. "We''re just getting started."

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    Ken steadied himself, his eyes gleaming with an eerie crimson light. He tapped his staff against the ground, and the air grew colder, shadows creeping up like a living tide.

    "Impressive teamwork," Ken said, his voice calm. "But you''ll need more than that to challenge me."

    Leon grinned, his Destruction magic intensifying. "Good. I was hoping you''d push back harder."

    Millim''s blood knight charged forward, its massive crimson blade cleaving through the encroaching darkness. Ken raised his staff, summoning a shield of pure shadow to block the strike. The clash sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

    As the blood knight kept Ken occupied, Millim leaped into the air, arcane energy crackling around her fists. She aimed a powerful strike at Ken from above. He sidestepped at the last moment, countering with a blast of shadow that Millim narrowly dodged.

    Naval darted in from the side, her rapier glowing with a radiant light as she struck at Ken''s blind spot. He deflected her blade with his staff but winced as Liliana''s dark flames surged toward him from behind, forcing him to retreat.

    "He''s faltering!" Liliana called out, flames roaring in her hands. "Don''t let up!"

    Ken smirked despite the pressure. "Is that what you think?"

    He extended his arm, and the battlefield shifted. Massive tendrils of shadow erupted from the ground, each one striking with calculated precision. The team scattered, dodging or blocking as the tendrils lashed out.

    Leon slashed through one of the tendrils, his eyes blazing with determination. "Stay on him! He can''t focus on all of us at once!"

    Ken''s eyes flicked to Leon, his expression unreadable. "Perhaps. But I only need to focus on you."

    With a wave of his staff, a massive sphere of condensed darkness formed above Ken. It pulsed with ominous energy, growing larger by the second.

    "Fall to despair," Ken intoned, releasing the sphere. It hurtled toward Leon like a falling star.

    Leon planted his feet, gripping his blade tightly. His Destruction magic surged, forming a barrier of crackling energy around him. He met the sphere head-on, his blade slicing through it in an explosion of light and shadow.

    The battlefield erupted in chaos, the shockwave knocking everyone back.

    Ken shielded himself, his dark robes fluttering in the aftermath. "You destroyed it," he muttered, a hint of admiration in his tone. "Impressive."

    Leon straightened, his breathing heavy but his resolve unshaken. "It''ll take more than that to stop me."

    Naval, Liliana, and Millim regrouped around Leon, their eyes locked on Ken. Despite the intense battle, their spirits were unyielding.

    Ken chuckled softly. "You might actually be ready for the tournament."

    Leon smirked. "Not yet. We still have one more test."

    The team surged forward as one, their combined powers converging on Ken in a final assault. Darkness clashed with light, flames, and destruction, the battlefield trembling under their might.

    When the dust finally settled, Ken stood at the center, his staff lowered. He was breathing heavily, his dark aura dimmed.

    "Enough," Ken said, raising a hand. "You''ve passed."

    Leon wiped the sweat from his brow, a satisfied grin on his face. "Good. Then we''re ready."

    The team exchanged determined glances. The tournament was approaching fast, and with Ken''s training, they had become stronger than ever.

    "Though you were passive all the time, it was still a good battle," Leon said as Ken shrugged.

    Leon waved as Ken''s level dropped to Tier III, allowing him to participate in the tournament.

    "There''s still one week," Millim said. "As for us, they''ve begun booking now to take us to the tournament venue," she added as the others nodded.

    "The tournament is going to take place on Blood Island, the ancestral land of the Graves family, where the Blood King Ritual is always held."

    "Speaking of it, who the hell came up with this bloody ritual?" Leon asked.

    Millim sighed. "Though it''s not a widely accepted practice, this old ritual allowed our family to survive. We were once very weak, so during the ancient wars, any kingdom could crush us. At that time, the borders were unstable, and kings had to make sacrifices to ensure their kingdom''s survival."

    She continued, "For vampires, drinking from their own kin drives them mad. But after a short burst of strength, the weaker ones often perished. This is why King Red made the ultimate sacrifice during the war. He was warned that he might go mad, but days passed, and nothing happened. Then years went by, and he was still sane."

    Millim''s expression darkened. "So he decided to take a risk. He drank once more¡ªthis time from his own sister. At first, nothing happened, but soon, he felt a surge of power unlike anything before. He kept drinking, eventually killing his sister in the process. But the power he gained was immense."

    She looked at Leon. "From that time onward, we¡ªthe Graves family¡ªbecame the strongest in the Arvanis world."

    "And so, the ritual of drinking from one''s own kin and becoming a stronger vampire became known as the Blood King Ritual."

    "In our family, power is passed down from one generation to another. So now, despite being seen as just a Tier I power, if that vampire inherits the power from the previous Blood King, they will directly reach the limits of the world¡ªTier XII."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "So, in short, your family''s power isn''t just about personal growth¡ªit''s inherited? That means every new Blood King starts at the peak?"

    Millim nodded. "Exactly. Unlike other vampires who have to grow stronger over time, the Blood King instantly inherits the full strength of their predecessor. The only thing that matters is whether they can handle that power without losing themselves."

    Naval crossed her arms. "That sounds broken. If your family has had this ritual for so long, why aren''t you ruling the entire world by now?"

    Millim smirked. "Because power always comes at a price."

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess¡ªthe madness?"

    "Yes," Millim confirmed. "The Blood King Ritual doesn''t just grant power. It slowly corrupts the mind. The stronger you become, the more your instincts try to take over. Many previous Blood Kings eventually went mad, becoming monsters that had to be put down by their own kin."

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    "So, this is the reason why the ritual has to take place every 500 years, huh?" Leon said.

    Millim nodded. "Yes. The safe period is between 600 to 800 years, depending on the Blood King''s strength. However, it rarely lasts beyond 800 years due to the mental deterioration of the King.

    "That''s why the ritual is held every 500 years¡ªto prevent an unstoppable monster from being born."

    Ken, who had been silent, finally spoke. "So, to maintain balance, your family has to kill its own rulers when they go too far?"

    Millim nodded grimly. "Exactly. It''s why no Blood King has ruled for more than a few centuries. And it''s also why my family is feared, not just by outsiders, but even by our own kind."

    Leon exhaled. "And now this tournament is happening on Blood Island... I assume it''s not just for fun?"

    Millim shook her head. "No. The tournament is a front. In reality, it''s also a test¡ªto determine who is worthy of inheriting the Blood King''s power."

    "Whew... a test to determine who will inherit the madness," Leon said as Millim shrugged.

    "Though I might question the design of the ritual, if it''s what keeps your family from falling apart, then I don''t know what to say," Roman added.

    "In the Daemon World, it''s much worse," Roselia remarked.

    Leon nodded. "Of course, we can''t question the methods your family uses to survive. So instead, we''ll just help you."

    The others nodded in agreement.

    ***

    Soon, a week passed by as the Day of the tournament arrived.

    The group stood at the edge of the teleportation circle, carved into the stone floor with ancient markings glowing in deep crimson. The energy pulsing from it carried an eerie weight¡ªthick, almost suffocating, as if drenched in centuries of bloodshed.

    Millim stepped forward first, her expression unreadable. "Once we activate this, there''s no turning back until the tournament is over."

    Leon smirked. "Then what are we waiting for?"

    Naval cracked her knuckles. "Hope this place lives up to the hype."

    Roselia adjusted her gloves. "It will. Blood King Island isn''t just a battleground; it''s a relic of the past, a place where the strongest vampires have fought and died for supremacy."

    Ken, still cloaked in his Dark Pope robes, studied the inscriptions. "This magic is old. Not just ancient¡ªprimordial. It was forged in an era where only the ruthless survived."

    Liliana shivered slightly as she crossed her arms. "Sounds welcoming."

    Millim raised her hand, channeling her mana into the center of the circle. The runes flared to life, shifting from crimson to deep black, swallowing the surrounding light. A powerful force yanked at their bodies, and in an instant, they were gone.

    The world shifted around them. The scent of iron and salt filled their lungs as they emerged onto a desolate island. The sky above was a deep shade of crimson, as though permanently locked in twilight. Towering obsidian mountains surrounded them, and rivers of dark red water snaked through the land¡ªblood mixed with mana, sustaining the cursed soil.

    The ground beneath them was black stone, carved with intricate patterns resembling veins. The oppressive aura of past battles still lingered, whispering in the wind like distant echoes of war.

    Naval whistled. "Well... this is cozy."

    Millim''s gaze hardened. "Welcome to Blood King Island."

    In the distance, at the center of the island, stood the grand Colosseum of Kings. A massive structure carved from black marble, its towering walls bore the scars of countless battles. Red banners with the Gravis family crest hung from its pillars, their fabric tattered by the passing centuries.

    Leon grinned. "Now this is more like it."

    Roselia, her expression unusually serious, scanned the horizon. "We''re not alone."

    Figures moved along the pathways leading to the Colosseum¡ªother participants, warriors from different vampire clans and allied races, all drawn by the lure of power.

    And among all the groups, one thing was common¡ªtheir leaders wore black clothes with a red crown on their heads, just like Millim. Meanwhile, their retainers wore red clothes with a black crown.

    "All participants, welcome," a deep voice echoed across the battlefield as a stern-looking figure stepped forward, surveying each contender.

    "The rules are simple: kill or be killed. Only one group will leave here alive, led by one royal family. The rest... will perish."

    The air grew heavier with tension as warriors exchanged wary glances.

    "Let the battle begin!" the announcer declared, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

    Instantly, the ground trembled as a massive barrier surrounded the battlefield, sealing everyone inside. There was no escape¡ªonly the fight for survival.

    "They can''t monitor us here, can they?" Leon asked as each group dashed away, maintaining distance.

    "No, they can''t," Millim replied as Leon nodded and began to open the rift gate.....But nothing happened.

    "Damn it... I guess even this place is sealed too," he muttered, realizing his Rift Gate wouldn''t activate. He had planned to send them through the Rift Gate while waiting for others princes or princesses to fight¡ªallowing others to fight and letting a single opponent survive to claim the tournament. But now, the Rift Gate was not opening.

    "Okay, seems like I have to take care of this space sealing array first," he sighed, preparing for battle. "No shortcuts this time."

    "Okay, plan changed," Leon said as the others let him take the lead. "I have to go alone and find the space-sealing one first. Only then can I activate the Rift Gate."

    He turned to Millim. "You focus on passing this test while keeping an eye on your royal siblings. If any of them try something, be ready."

    Millim nodded, her expression serious. "Understood. But be careful¡ªwhoever placed the space seal isn''t weak."

    "Don''t worry, I''ll take care of it," Leon said as he snapped his fingers, summoning four Tier III Black Knights. "Keep them with you," he instructed before leaving.

    Now, Millim, Naval, Liliana, Roselia, Ken, and Roman had to survive without him. However, they weren''t weak¡ªRoman and Ken, in particular, were powerful. While they weren''t as strong as Leon, they were more than capable of holding their own.

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    As Leon vanished into the darkness, the tension in the air thickened. The battlefield was eerily silent, with only the distant echoes of battles raging between other participants. Millim glanced at the four Tier III Black Knights standing like lifeless sentinels, their dark armor absorbing the faint glow of the Blood Moon above.

    "Alright," she muttered, tightening her grip on her blade. "We need to move. Staying in one place makes us an easy target."

    Roman smirked. "I doubt anyone will rush at us blindly, but you''re right. Let''s find a good position and defend ourselves until Leon disables the space seal."

    Ken cracked his knuckles. "We should also start hunting. If this is a kill-or-be-killed situation, we can''t just sit around and wait for enemies to come to us."

    Roselia, leaning against a tree with her arms crossed, added, "Agreed. But we shouldn''t split up too much. We don''t know what kind of monsters are lurking on this island."

    Naval and Liliana exchanged a glance before nodding. "Let''s move cautiously," Liliana said. "We stay together, eliminate threats, and wait for Leon''s signal."

    With that, the group moved swiftly through the dense forest of Blood King Island, the sound of distant clashes growing louder as the battle for survival truly began.

    ****

    Meanwhile, Leon dashed through the trees, his senses locked onto the presence of the one responsible for the space-sealing spell. He could feel the distortions in the air, the unnatural stillness of space itself resisting his Rift Gate ability.

    "Whoever did this... they''re nearby," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with determination.

    Suddenly, a cold voice echoed from the shadows.

    "You''re quite sharp. Most wouldn''t notice the seal''s source so quickly."

    Leon halted, his gaze shifting toward the source of the voice. A figure emerged¡ªa vampire clad in regal crimson robes, his aura exuding sheer dominance. His piercing golden eyes locked onto Leon, amusement flickering within them.

    "I am Velkar, the Warden of the Seal," the vampire introduced himself, a smirk playing on his lips. "And if you seek to break my magic, you''ll have to defeat me first."

    Leon looked at him, rolling his shoulders. "Is that even allowed?"

    "Everything is allowed in this tournament as long as one Prince or Princess remains alive. You can kill the seal holder, acquire the seal, and use it to your own advantage and such.

    Though... where is your leader?" Velkar asked, his golden eyes narrowing.

    Leon chuckled, cracking his knuckles. "My leader? You''re looking at him."

    Velkar arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? So you''re the one leading that little group? Interesting."

    Leon didn''t bother responding. Instead, he raised his hand, gathering mana as a faint, electric-blue aura flickered around him. "Enough talking. You''re in my way, so let''s get this over with."

    Velkar''s smirk widened, his fangs glinting under the dim light. "Confident, aren''t you? But you should know... sealing space is merely a fraction of my abilities."

    With a casual flick of his wrist, the air around Leon suddenly became heavy, as if gravity itself had increased tenfold. Leon''s feet sank slightly into the ground, his body momentarily slowed.

    "Spatial compression?" Leon muttered, his eyes narrowing.

    "Impressive," Velkar said, stepping forward. "Most wouldn''t recognize it so quickly. I control the space itself. Every movement you make... bends to my will."

    Leon smirked. "Oh? Then let''s see how well you handle this."

    Without hesitation, he clenched his fist, activating Mana Surge. A burst of energy exploded from his body, shattering the oppressive force surrounding him. In a blink, he vanished from sight.

    Velkar''s eyes widened in surprise as Leon reappeared behind him, a blade of pure energy forming in his hand. Without missing a beat, he slashed downward.

    CLANG!

    Velkar blocked the strike with a curved black dagger, sparks flying upon impact. "Tsk. You''re faster than I expected."

    Leon didn''t let up. He launched a flurry of attacks, each one faster than the last. Velkar dodged and parried, but Leon''s relentless assault forced him backward.

    Then, Leon smirked. "You''re focusing too much on my attacks."

    Velkar''s eyes widened in realization, but it was too late.

    Behind him, a tear in space had already formed¡ªLeon''s Rift Snare. It activated instantly, pulling Velkar in and distorting his balance.

    Taking advantage of the opening, Leon charged mana into his fist and drove it straight into Velkar''s chest. The impact sent the vampire crashing into a tree, the trunk shattering from the force.

    Velkar groaned, blood trickling from his mouth. His golden eyes burned with newfound respect¡ªand something else.

    Excitement.

    "...This might actually be fun." Velkar wiped the blood from his lips and stood up, his aura flaring violently. The ground beneath him cracked as the sheer pressure of his power intensified.

    Leon grinned. "You didn''t thought only you can control space right?."

    Leon still held the title of Child of Aether, granting him control over both space and time concepts. His mastery wasn''t just manipulation¡ªit was domination. While most space and time users controlled their powers like a puppeteer guiding a puppet, for Leon, it was as if the puppet moved entirely according to his will.

    Velkar, despite being a powerful space mage, was still limited to Tier III¡ªjust like Leon. However, in a direct confrontation, Leon had the advantage. His control over space and time was on an entirely different level, far surpassing ordinary manipulators.

    Velkar narrowed his eyes, sensing the vast difference between them. "You... You''re not just a simple space manipulator, are you?"

    Leon smirked, rolling his shoulders. "You''re quick to notice. But knowing that won''t help you win."

    Velkar''s expression hardened as he spread his arms, causing the space around them to distort. The trees warped, the ground trembled, and the air itself became heavy with his influence.

    "Spatial Lockdown."

    A surge of power erupted as invisible chains of space coiled around the battlefield, sealing off any possible escape routes. Velkar smirked, confident in his domain. "Let''s see you try to manipulate space when I''ve locked it down completely."

    Leon, however, remained unfazed. He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "You''re treating space like a cage¡ªlocking it, restricting it. That''s where you fail." He lifted his hand, and in an instant, the chains shattered like glass.

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    Leon, however, remained unfazed. He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "You''re treating space like a cage¡ªlocking it, restricting it. That''s where you fail." He lifted his hand, and in an instant, the chains shattered like glass.

    Velkar''s eyes widened. What?!

    Leon stepped forward, his presence alone bending space effortlessly. "You see... for me, space isn''t something to be ''manipulated.''" He raised his hand again, and Velkar felt his body being pulled, his footing vanishing as if gravity itself had abandoned him.

    Leon''s voice was calm but absolute. "Space is something that moves according to my will."

    With a flick of his fingers, Velkar was sent flying backward, his control over space completely overridden. He barely managed to regain his footing before Leon appeared right in front of him, a smirk on his face.

    "Your turn," Leon said, cracking his knuckles.

    Velkar barely had time to react before Leon''s fist crashed into his gut. The sheer force bent space around them, creating ripples in the air. Velkar coughed violently, his body sent hurtling backward like a meteor, crashing through several trees before skidding to a halt.

    Leon tilted his head, watching as Velkar struggled to his feet, wiping a trace of blood from his lips.

    Leon casually dusted off his coat. "I don''t have time to waste. You can either surrender, or I''ll break you apart piece by piece." His eyes gleamed with an unsettling calmness, a predator completely in control of the hunt.

    Velkar clenched his fists. "You think you''ve won already?" He took a deep breath, gathering every ounce of his remaining power. "Then let''s see how you handle this¡ª"

    Before he could finish, Leon snapped his fingers.

    Velkar''s body froze. Not just his body¡ªtime itself around him had stopped. His thoughts halted, his magic dissipated, his very existence locked in a single moment.

    Leon sighed, walking up to Velkar''s frozen form. "Like I said... space and time don''t bind me. They obey me."

    With a flick of his wrist, time resumed¡ªbut only for a brief moment, just long enough for Leon to slam his palm into Velkar''s chest.

    BOOM!

    A spatial shockwave erupted, sending Velkar flying high into the air before crashing into the ground, a crater forming beneath him. He groaned in pain, barely conscious, his body refusing to move.

    Leon stood over him, unimpressed. "Your magic was decent, but you rely too much on rules." He placed his foot on Velkar''s chest, pressing down lightly. "And in front of someone like me? That''s a death sentence."

    Velkar coughed, chuckling weakly despite the pain. "Heh... I was... never meant to win. Just to delay you..."

    Leon''s eyes narrowed. "What?"

    Before Leon could react, a powerful pulse spread through the air.

    "Ahaha, told ya¡ªno rules here!" Velkar chuckled, despite his injuries.

    Two figures emerged from the shadows, their presence immediately shifting the atmosphere.

    "Meet the Time Seal holder, Ravina," Velkar introduced with a smirk, gesturing toward a gothic-style woman. She wore a dark, flowing dress, her black lips curved into an amused smile. A black spider tattoo adorned the side of her pale face, and in her hands rested a sinister-looking scythe.

    "This girl is Tier III for now, just like us," Velkar continued. "But she''s one of the Ten Guardians¡ªa bonafide Tier X powerhouse."

    Leon''s gaze lingered on Ravina, sensing something off about her.

    "And this," Velkar went on, "is Balkar, my brother and the Fire Element Seal holder."

    Balkar was a towering brute of a man, his build even bulkier than Velkar''s. Flames flickered around his fingertips, his expression one of quiet confidence. His armor had a design similar to Velkar''s, but his aura burned with raw aggression.

    "We Seal Holders can help each other when needed," Velkar added smugly.

    Leon narrowed his eyes, assessing the situation. Balkar is manageable, but that woman... she''s giving me bad vibes.

    Deciding not to waste time, he kicked Velkar aside, sending him flying.

    However, before Velkar could crash into the trees, Balkar intercepted him midair, catching his brother with ease. In the same motion, Balkar launched Velkar back at Leon, turning him into a human projectile.

    Leon barely had time to react before Velkar slammed into him, sending both of them skidding across the battlefield.

    "That''s some brotherhood you''ve got," Leon said as he shoved Velkar off him.

    "My brother and I call it Vampire Missile Brother Ultimate!" Balkar declared proudly, flexing his massive muscles.

    Ravina, meanwhile, took a few steps back, observing the scene with an amused smirk. Leon glanced at Velkar, who gave an awkward laugh in response.

    "Wow, two clowns and a hottie," Leon muttered.

    Ravina tilted her head, intrigued. "You think I''m hot?" she asked, her eerie crimson eyes locking onto his with a sly smile.

    Leon paused. He hadn''t expected that response.

    ''The fuck?'' he thought, his mind momentarily blank as he processed the sudden turn of events.

    ''There is something wrong with these Seal Holders...'' Leon inwardly noted as his Trident materialized in his hand. It was a manifestation of his Arune ability¡ªproof of his dominance over destruction itself.

    With the dangerous woman, Ravina, standing before him, he couldn''t afford to take any risks. His instincts screamed at him¡ªthis wasn''t just a normal battle.

    Time, Space, and Fire... Three Seal Holders standing against him.

    "Alright, enough playing around," Leon muttered as his aura surged, flickering with destructive energy. If they wanted a fight, he''d give them one.

    Velkar chuckled, brushing off the dust from his clothes. "Oh? Finally taking us seriously?"

    Balkar cracked his knuckles, grinning. "Good! I was hoping you''d put up a fight. Wouldn''t want this to end too quickly!"

    Meanwhile, Ravina tilted her head, her piercing red eyes locked onto Leon with eerie curiosity. "You''re interesting. I wonder... how long you''ll last?" Her voice carried a teasing edge, yet there was something unnerving about her presence.

    Leon didn''t respond. Instead, his grip on his trident tightened, and the ground beneath him cracked from the sheer pressure of his mana. His [Destruction Magic] flared around him in chaotic black and crimson energy, distorting the space itself.

    Velkar''s smirk faltered slightly. "Tch... that''s not normal destruction magic, is it?"

    Leon smirked. "You''ll find out soon enough."

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    Velkar''s smirk faltered slightly. "Tch... that''s not normal destruction magic, is it?"

    Leon smirked. "You''ll find out soon enough."

    Of course, Leon''s Destruction Magic wasn''t just any magic¡ªit originated from the very personification of destruction itself, the God of Destruction, the progenitor of annihilation, Lord Shiva. Because of this, his Destruction Magic was far more powerful than ordinary destruction magic, as it carried True Intent.

    True Intent was something only accessible to powerhouses above Tier X, but Leon possessed 0.1% of True Intent, making his magic significantly stronger. This was possible due to his direct lineage to Lord Shiva himself, granting him a fraction of the god''s boundless destructive will.

    Velkar''s instincts screamed at him. Even though Leon''s aura wasn''t overwhelming, there was something unnatural about his destruction magic¡ªsomething far beyond what a Tier II being should possess.

    Ravina, the Time Seal holder, narrowed her eyes. "That''s... not just destruction. It feels like the void itself is trembling."

    Balkar, the Fire Seal holder, clenched his fists. "I don''t like this. We should kill him now."

    Leon twirled his trident, the very air around it distorting. "You should try. But whether you can is another matter."

    Velkar lunged first, using his spatial affinity to teleport behind Leon in an instant. "Got you¡ª!"

    But the moment he tried to strike, his entire body froze.

    His breath hitched as he realized¡ªhis movements weren''t locked by magic, but by fear. A primal instinct within him screamed that if he moved wrong, his very existence would be erased.

    Leon turned his head slightly. "You''re slow."

    With a flick of his trident, a wave of destruction energy blasted Velkar away, sending him crashing into a tree.

    Balkar roared and unleashed a torrent of flames, but Leon slashed through it effortlessly. "Fire? Really? Against destruction?"

    Ravina, watching carefully, smirked. "Interesting."

    She swung her scythe, activating her Time Seal.

    The world around Leon stopped.

    Everything froze¡ªair, space, even the embers of Balkar''s flames.

    Ravina exhaled. "Time Stop successful."

    She took a step forward, raising her scythe to slice through Leon''s neck.

    But then¡ª

    CRACK!

    The frozen world shattered like glass.

    Leon stood there, completely unaffected, his eyes locked onto hers.

    "Time Stop? Cute trick." He tilted his head. "But you''re playing with concepts I understand better than you do."

    For the first time, Ravina''s confidence wavered.

    Leon grinned. "Now, it''s my turn."

    Seeing Leon punching at her, Ravina simply smiled and walked away effortlessly. However, Leon suddenly felt his movements slow, as if he were punching through water. By the time his fist reached its target, she was already gone¡ªstanding where she had been moments before.

    "So, you do have Intent," she mused. "But it''s still very low."

    Leon narrowed his eyes.

    "My True Intent was already above 59% before I was sealed here," Ravina continued, casually inspecting her scythe. "I''ve already surpassed the Concept of Time itself, achieving 59% True Intent. Meanwhile, you..." she smirked, "you haven''t even comprehended 1%."

    Ravina then scoffed. "But isn''t it forbidden for beings above Tier III to participate here? So why are you here?"

    "I am Tier III," Leon replied before adding, "But aren''t you above Tier III yourself? Why are you here?"

    Ravina frowned. "Let''s check that, then," she said before adding, "And I''m an Examiner¡ªit''s normal for me to have this level, you idiot."

    She raised her hand, a red circle appearing beneath her feet, glowing ominously.

    "Step inside," she instructed. "The system here is no longer active, but if you step inside, your true realm will be revealed."

    Leon looked at her, unimpressed. "Is this really necessary?"

    "Of course. Having someone like you here is cheating," Ravina replied, her voice carrying amusement. "Even Millim wasn''t given special treatment. If you fail this test, you''ll be kicked out of the tournament and exiled from the Blood King''s succession trial."

    Leon simply nodded and stepped forward.

    "What happens if I am exiled?" he asked, glancing at her as he moved toward the glowing seal.

    "You are no longer allowed in the kingdom. Nothing else," she said as Leon nodded and stepped inside the seal.

    But nothing happened.

    "I told you I am Tier III," Leon said, looking at her with a smirk.

    Ravina''s smile vanished as she looked at Tier III Leon.

    "This... this is not possible," she muttered, stepping closer to him.

    However, as she accidentally entered the circle herself, her Tier X pressure was released in full force. The sheer intensity sent Leon flying, the impact shattering multiple bones in his body.

    "Fuck, Ravina! Do you even know what you just did?!" Velkar shouted, rushing toward Leon and immediately feeding his own Tier X vitality into him to heal his injuries.

    "Damn it, it''s not my fault!" Ravina snapped, clenching her fists. "I didn''t expect this to happen!"

    "That''s why you test first before acting recklessly!" Balkar interjected. "Anyway, let''s leave him now. The kid will wake up in a second. We can''t afford to be around when he does. he really is Tier III, as he claims, there''s no need to investigate further or get involved."

    Ravina frowned. "Oh? Then why does his magic have Intent?" she questioned.

    "Exactly! That''s what a genius is!!," Balkar said as he vanished from its place.

    " he is right you know, this is not the first time we saw such situation anyway " Velkar said vanishing after healing Leon.

    Ravina gritted her teeth. "Damn it. only if I could analyze him further," she muttered as she vanished from her place too.

    Meanwhile, Leon after 13 seconds wakes up.

    "Shit... that woman really knocked me out and broke most of my bones," he muttered, wiping the blood from his lips.

    "Hmm, I''m healed," Leon mumbled as he stood up, looking at himself.

    He then noticed a potion bottle nearby and picked it up.

    "A Tier X Vitality Potion?" he muttered in surprise.

    "Did that crazy woman heal me out of guilt?" he wondered, staring at the bottle before putting it away.

    "Anyway... where did they go?" he said as he started moving, trying to track them down.

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    Leon focused, activating his Aether Sense to scan the area. Traces of energy flickered in the air, faint remnants of Ravina''s presence.

    "They didn''t go far," he muttered.

    Without hesitation, he vanished, using Spatial Blink to leap through space.

    ¡ª---

    Meanwhile, Velkar, Balkar, and Ravina stood in a hidden cavern beneath the tournament grounds. The walls pulsed with ancient magic, forming a protective barrier around them.

    "You shouldn''t have tested him," Velkar said, arms crossed. "Now he''ll be after us."

    Ravina scoffed. "I had to be sure. But that pressure... That wasn''t normal for Tier III."

    Balkar cracked his knuckles. "Who cares? If he''s a problem, we just kill him before he gets stronger."

    " are you an idiot he is just an Participant , not to menton partner of Princess Millie" Ravina said looking at him.

    Before anyone could respond, the space around them shattered like glass¡ªLeon stepped through the rift, eyes glowing with destruction energy.

    "Found you," he said, cracking his knuckles.

    Ravina''s eyes narrowed. "Fast."

    Velkar sighed. "And persistent."

    Balkar grinned. "Good. I needed a warm-up."

    Leon smirked. "Then let''s not waste time."

    The cavern trembled as Leon surged forward, his Destruction Magic radiating ominously.

    Balkar was the first to react, his body igniting with crimson flames as he threw a blazing punch.

    Leon didn''t even dodge.

    Instead, he caught Balkar''s fist with one hand¡ªand squeezed.

    Crack!

    Balkar''s expression twisted in shock as pain shot through his arm. Before he could react, Leon pivoted and drove his knee into Balkar''s gut, sending the fire-user crashing into the cavern wall.

    "Tch... He''s stronger than I thought," Ravina muttered, gripping her black scythe tightly.

    Velkar, already chanting, raised his hands, and space warped around Leon, attempting to bind him in a dimensional prison.

    But the moment the seal closed¡ª

    Leon shattered it with a single thought.

    "Nice try," he said, stepping forward, space bending around him like it was obeying his will.

    Velkar''s golden eyes widened. "Impossible... He''s overriding my control over space?"

    Ravina didn''t hesitate. She vanished from sight, reappearing behind Leon with her scythe descending in a lethal arc.

    But just before the blade could make contact¡ª

    Leon turned his head slightly, smirking.

    BOOM!

    An invisible shockwave blasted outward as Leon''s True Intent flared. Ravina was sent flying backward, her scythe knocked from her hands.

    She tumbled across the ground but managed to land on her feet, breathing heavily.

    Leon tilted his head. "You said you had 59% True Intent, right?"

    Ravina''s eyes narrowed. "Yeah. What of it?"

    Leon chuckled. "Then why does it feel so weak?"

    Ravina gritted her teeth, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

    "Alright," she muttered. "Now I''m pissed."

    Velkar and Balkar steadied themselves, preparing for a second round.

    Leon simply smiled. "Good. I''d hate for this fight to end too soon."

    A chilling silence settled over the cavern as the air crackled with raw energy. Leon stood in the center, his True Intent radiating an oppressive aura that made the surroundings tremble.

    Ravina, now serious, extended her hand. The scythe, which had been knocked away, shimmered with a dark glow and teleported back to her grip. Her black lips curled into a smirk, but there was a hint of unease in her golden eyes.

    Velkar and Balkar exchanged glances before moving into position.

    "This guy..." Velkar muttered under his breath. "He''s playing with us."

    Balkar clenched his fists, flames surging around him once more. "Then let''s stop playing."

    In an instant, the three of them attacked simultaneously.

    Balkar charged head-on, his flaming fists aiming straight for Leon''s chest.

    Velkar flicked his wrist, summoning hundreds of spatial rifts, each one sharp enough to slice through reality itself.

    Ravina spun her scythe in an elegant motion, compressing time in the area around Leon to slow him down.

    But Leon?

    He didn''t move.

    Instead, he simply raised one hand.

    A deafening boom echoed through the cavern.

    Balkar''s flames were extinguished, Velkar''s spatial rifts shattered, and Ravina''s temporal field collapsed instantly.

    All from a single flicker of Leon''s aura.

    The three stumbled backward, their expressions filled with shock.

    "W-What the hell was that?" Balkar coughed, gripping his burning arm.

    Leon smirked. "I guess you guys are prohibited from using True Intent, unlike me."

    Hearing that, Ravina steadied herself. "Tch, he''s got a point," she admitted. "It''s true¡ªwe''re forbidden from using it. If we did, this wouldn''t be a fair match anymore."

    Velkar clenched his fists but nodded. "Yeah... this trial is meant for participants, not us."

    Leon crossed his arms. "So, that means I can easily use it, while you can''t, huh?" He sighed. "Then why drag this out? Just hand over the seal, and we''re done."

    Ravina''s smirk returned. "Why would you even want it, anyway? It''s not like you''re going to lose this tournament."

    Leon raised an eyebrow, amused. "Maybe I just like collecting things."

    Balkar scoffed. "Hah! You think you can just take it without a fight?"

    Leon cracked his knuckles. "I mean, I could. But I''d rather not waste my energy on you three if I don''t have to."

    Velkar and Balkar exchanged glances. Ravina, however, grinned, stepping forward.

    "You''re interesting, Leon," she said, twirling her scythe. "But if you really want the Seal of Time, you''re going to have to earn it."

    Leon sighed. "Fine. But let''s make this quick."

    The moment he finished speaking, Ravina vanished. In the next instant, she reappeared right in front of him, swinging her scythe with terrifying speed.

    Leon barely dodged, feeling the air distort as her blade sliced through the space where his neck had been.

    ''She''s fast,'' he thought, immediately activating Spatial Acceleration, enhancing his reaction speed.

    But before he could counterattack, Balkar and Velkar joined in. Flames and shadows erupted toward him, forcing Leon to teleport away.

    As he reappeared at a distance, he clicked his tongue. "So it''s a 3v1, huh?"

    Ravina licked her lips. "What''s the matter? You scared?"

    "You guys are using it now," Leon said as they smiled.

    "We''re just using 0.1% like you, so it''s no longer unfair," Ravina smirked and said.

    Leon just clicked his tongue in response.

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    Leon exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "Alright then... let''s see how long you last."

    With a flicker of movement, he disappeared.

    Ravina''s instincts screamed as she swung her scythe in a defensive arc. Sparks flew as Leon reappeared mid-motion, parrying her strike with his bare hand. The impact sent shockwaves through the cavern, causing cracks to spiderweb along the walls.

    Balkar roared, his entire body igniting like a living inferno. He lunged, aiming a devastating punch at Leon''s side. But before his fist could connect¡ª

    Leon twisted, dodging effortlessly, and countered with a brutal palm strike to Balkar''s chest. The fire-wielder was sent hurtling backward, slamming into the cavern wall with a deafening boom!

    Velkar gritted his teeth. "His movements... they''re too precise."

    No time to hesitate. Velkar wove his hands through the air, bending space itself. Reality shimmered as countless spatial spears formed in a perfect encirclement around Leon.

    "Crush him!" Velkar commanded.

    The spears shot forward at blinding speed¡ª

    Only for them to freeze midair.

    Leon, standing at the center, barely lifted a finger. His True Intent flared, overriding Velkar''s control over space itself.

    "Not bad," Leon mused. "But not enough."

    With a flick of his wrist, the frozen spatial spears reversed direction¡ªturning against their caster.

    Velkar''s eyes widened as the deadly lances rushed toward him. He barely managed to warp away, reappearing several meters back, sweat dripping down his face.

    Ravina didn''t waste the opening. She activated a forbidden technique¡ªher scythe pulsing with an eerie glow as time around Leon distorted.

    Temporal Severance.

    For an instant, Leon''s movements slowed, the flow of time itself resisting his will.

    Ravina grinned. "Caught you."

    She dashed forward, her scythe swinging toward his throat.

    But at the last moment, Leon''s eyes flashed with golden light.

    Reversal.

    The distortion shattered, time snapping back to normal.

    Ravina''s attack missed as Leon casually sidestepped.

    Then¡ª

    Boom!

    Leon''s fist connected with her abdomen in a devastating gut punch.

    Ravina gasped, pain flooding her senses as she was launched backward, skidding across the ground.

    Balkar, recovering from his earlier blow, charged again, flames surging to their peak.

    Leon met his charge head-on.

    Fist clashed against fist¡ª

    And this time, Balkar''s flames were snuffed out entirely.

    A moment later, Leon countered with a devastating roundhouse kick to Balkar''s head, sending him spiraling into unconsciousness.

    Velkar, realizing the fight was hopeless, gritted his teeth. "We can''t win..."

    Ravina, coughing as she pushed herself up, wiped blood from her lips. Despite her injuries, she laughed. "Tch... You really are a monster."

    Leon dusted his hands off. "So? The Seal of Time."

    Ravina sighed, reaching into her cloak. A shimmering golden emblem appeared in her palm.

    "Take it," she muttered. "You earned it."

    Leon grasped the Seal, feeling the immense power within. A smirk played on his lips.

    "Pleasure doing business with you."

    As he turned to leave, Ravina called out, "Next time, Leon... we won''t hold back."

    Leon glanced over his shoulder. "Next time?...hehehe I will be an Idiot fighting you guys at your full strength."

    With that, he vanished, leaving behind three defeated elites¡ªwho now understood just how cheeky he is.

    "That bastard," Balkar shouted, seeing how cheekily Leon laughed and ran away.

    "He is right. We are Tier X warriors, and that kid is only Tier III. What''s the point of fighting him?" Velkar said with a shrug.

    Ravina glared at him. "You shut up. You''re the weakest here¡ªyou got defeated so easily."

    "Oye, oye! I''m a Curse Magic user. If I had used it, that kid would have died," Velkar retorted.

    Ravina nodded. "No wonder you never used it. Did you take a liking to this kid?" she asked with a smirk.

    Velkar chuckled. "Hahaha, of course I have."

    "Um, by the way, what should we do now?" Balkar asked, suddenly realizing the Captain might kill them if he found out they were defeated by a kid.

    "At that time laughed it off, but now..." Balkar shuddered as the others'' faces paled too.

    "...we are defeated by a kid"

    "What should we do now?" Ravina asked, looking at each of them.

    "We are so dead," they all muttered in unison.

    ***

    "Now that I have the Seal, including the extra Seals of Time and Fire, I''ll regroup with them and send them to the Rift," Leon muttered as he on to the tracker he left on his teammates and rushed towards them.

    "I wonder if they have eliminated anyone" Leon mumbled as he rushed towards them.

    ****

    Meanwhile, back with Millim and the others...

    The situation was far worse than Leon had ever imagined.

    "Is this the reason you ran away? Because you''re so weak?" Millim angrily glared at the woman stepping on her as the woman asked the question.

    The woman was Lavana Gravis, Millim''s older sister.

    "You should have never been the one to run and escape," Lavana said coldly as she glanced around.

    The scene was horrifying¡ªbodies littered the ground, blood pooling beneath them.

    Naval''s hands had been cut off.

    Lilian''s legs were severed.

    Roman had lost all his limbs.

    "They''re strong, so I only cut off their limbs," Lavana said with a twisted smile. "After killing you, I''ll have them serve me."

    She looked down at Roselia, who was barely breathing. A cruel glint flashed in her eyes as she tightened her grip around Roselia''s throat.

    Roselia''s condition was dire¡ªher eyes had been gouged out, leaving behind absolute claw marks on her face.

    Millim, seeing this nightmare unfold before her, could only mumble under her breath, her voice trembling¡ª

    "Leon... where are you?"

    All of the Black Knights had been killed. However, Lavana wasn''t in good condition either¡ªher body was riddled with wounds. But unlike the others, who couldn''t even stand, she remained on her feet.

    "But I will kill this bitch... How dare she say that to me?" Lavana growled, glaring at Roselia with fury.

    Without hesitation, she began to choke her, tightening her grip around Roselia''s throat.

    Roselia could feel her neck breaking as the grip around it grew stronger, pain surging through her body.

    Roselia thoughts back to how it happened...when they were separated from Leon.

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    An hour ago...

    "We have already defeated two of your siblings. I don''t think they''re that strong," Roselia said as they stood at the edge of the battlefield, catching their breath after their victory.

    "Hmm... but we''re soon going to be overpowered," Millim replied, aware of the situation. She cared about her siblings, but the others wouldn''t. They would drain them to death, killing them in the process just to increase their own power.

    "Though it won''t increase much... thanks to the barrier," Millim muttered. "But even a small boost¡ªaround 10%¡ªis still an advantage."

    " and its 10% with each kill" She said worriedly as Roselia said, " don''t worry by that time Leon will surely return to us".

    Roman and others nodded as they began to move, staying at one position is invitin troule.

    They encountered more of their siblings and defeated them, but after the sixth...

    "Thank you," Lavana suddenly appeared, holding someone in her hand¡ªMaximillus, the eldest brother of Millim, whom they had just barely defeated.

    "Feeding on your victims was great, I gained so much power," Lavana said, looking at them with a smirk.

    "You... killed them all?" Millim asked in anger, glaring at her sister.

    Lavana nodded. "You were an idiot for sparing them. After you defeated them. " she mocked, staring at Millim with amusement.

    Millim clenched her fist, her gaze locked onto Lavana. "You..."

    "You whoring bitch, aren''t you ashamed?" Roselia suddenly said.

    "Huh? What did you just say?" Lavana asked, narrowing her eyes.

    "I said, whoring bitch. I can smell the disgusting stench of all those men on you, even from miles away. It''s clear you had to spread your legs just to gain power. How pathetic you are," Roselia spat, unfazed by the murderous aura Lavana emitted.

    Lavana''s smile twisted into a scowl. Without hesitation, she swung her sword, instantly killing all of her own teammates.

    "They were just trash. I''ve been waiting for them to die anyway," Lavana said coldly before turning her gaze back to Roselia. "Now, I''ll kill all of you."

    As she rushed toward them, Ken cast a dark barrier to protect the group, but Lavana''s sword sliced through it effortlessly.

    "What?" Ken exclaimed, sensing his barrier was also cut off. She''s Tier IV peak! Ken inwardly thought, looking at her.

    " so weak " Lavan said kicking Ken away.

    The battlefield was drenched in blood, the air thick with the scent of death. Lavana stood in the center, unfazed by the carnage around her. Her golden sword gleamed, stained red from the countless lives she had taken.

    "You''re all just delaying the inevitable," she sneered, stepping over the corpse of one of her fallen siblings. "None of you can stop me."

    Millim charged first, her fists glowing with raw energy. "I won''t let you win, Lavana!" she roared, throwing a punch aimed straight for Lavana''s face.

    Lavana barely flinched. With a simple tilt of her head, the strike missed, and in the same motion, she slammed her knee into Millim''s stomach. The impact sent her flying backward, crashing through several trees before skidding to a stop, coughing up blood.

    Before Lavana could press the attack, Ken and Roselia moved in. Ken formed a massive spear of dark energy, hurling it toward her, while Roselia summoned spectral chains to bind her movements.

    The chains wrapped around Lavana''s arms, pulling tight, and for a brief moment, she was restrained. Ken''s spear shot forward, a streak of darkness tearing through the air.

    But Lavana only smirked. "Pathetic."

    With a flick of her wrist, the chains shattered like glass. She stepped to the side just as Ken''s spear nearly pierced her, grabbing it mid-air and twisting it apart with her bare hands.

    Ken''s eyes widened. "Impossible..."

    "Your power is nothing compared to mine," Lavana said, appearing right in front of him. Before he could react, she drove her sword through his shoulder, twisting the blade. Ken howled in pain, dropping to one knee as Lavana yanked the weapon free.

    Roselia dashed in, spinning her twin daggers in a blur. She aimed for Lavana''s throat, her movements precise and deadly.

    But Lavana simply sighed. "You really think you can touch me?"

    She dodged the daggers with ease, then caught Roselia''s wrist mid-swing. With terrifying strength, she lifted Roselia off the ground and slammed her into the dirt.

    "Roselia!" Millim yelled, struggling to stand.

    Lavana raised her sword, its edge glowing ominously. "Time to take your head."

    As she swung down, Ken gritted his teeth, blood dripping from his wounds. He knew he couldn''t hold back anymore.

    "I have no choice..." he whispered.

    Darkness erupted from his body, his eyes glowing an eerie violet. A sigil appeared beneath him, and a surge of power rushed through his veins. The ground trembled as the air grew heavy with pure mana.

    Lavana hesitated for the first time. "What...?"

    Ken let out a guttural scream as his energy exploded outward, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. His once controlled magic spiraled out of control, warping the very space around them.

    Then, he vanished.

    Lavana''s sword slashed downward, but instead of Roselia''s neck, it struck empty air.

    Ken reappeared behind Lavana, moving faster than she could react. His fist, now coated in unstable energy, struck her square in the back.

    BOOM!

    The impact sent Lavana flying, her body crashing through several boulders before she finally skidded to a halt.

    Ken''s vision blurred, his body shaking from the overwhelming energy coursing through him. His power had reached its limit. He staggered, his breathing ragged.

    Roselia sat up, coughing, staring in disbelief. "Ken..."

    He turned to her with a weak smile. "I... couldn''t let you die..."

    But before they could react, Lavana emerged from the rubble, blood trickling down her face. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, her golden eyes burning with fury.

    "You forced me to use more strength than I wanted," she growled, flexing her fingers. "Now, I''m done playing."

    She lunged forward, faster than before, and Ken barely had time to react. He raised his arms to block, but her sword cleaved through them like paper.

    Ken screamed as both his arms were severed at the elbows.

    Roselia''s heart dropped. "KEN!"

    Lavana didn''t stop. She grabbed Ken by the throat, lifting him off the ground. His legs kicked weakly as he struggled for breath.

    "You''ve entertained me enough," Lavana whispered coldly. "Die."

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    "You''ve entertained me enough," Lavana whispered coldly. "Die."

    She tightened her grip¡ª

    Crack!

    With a sickening snap, Ken''s neck was broken. His body went limp in her grasp before disintegrating into motes of light, fading from existence.

    "Huh? He wasn''t human?" Lavana muttered, raising an eyebrow. "Well, whatever¡ª"

    Before she could finish her sentence, she instinctively tilted her head as a blade sliced past her neck, missing by mere inches. She turned, only to be met with a glistening fist slamming into her chest, sending her crashing into the ground below.

    "We can''t hold back anymore," Roman declared, his expression hardened.

    Liliana nodded. "Agreed."

    The group repositioned themselves, carefully maintaining distance while preparing for a synchronized assault. They had been playing it safe, trying to conserve energy, but that hesitation had cost them¡ªKen was dead. Even if he wasn''t technically alive, merely a creation of Leon, it didn''t change the fact that Lavana had killed one of Leon''s dearest companions.

    Leon never created his warriors recklessly. He cherished each of them as living beings, not expendable tools. The moment Ken died, Leon would surely be furious.

    "Damn it, we should''ve been more prepared!" Roman cursed.

    "It''s okay," Millim shook her head, trying to suppress her anger. "It was part of the strategy." She clenched her fists. "But now, we need to take care of her."

    Liliana''s gaze was fixed on the massive crater where Lavana had been sent flying. The momentary silence was eerie, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Then¡ª

    Boom!

    Lavana burst out of the hole, unfazed, not a single scratch on her body. Her golden eyes gleamed with undeniable arrogance.

    "This is insane..." Liliana muttered, tightening her grip on her weapon. "Even my Black Flames, which can burn through anything, didn''t leave a mark on her."

    Roman''s jaw tightened. "Then we''ll just have to hit harder."

    The air around them grew heavier as they prepared for the final clash¡ªa battle where holding back was no longer an option.

    Lavana dusted off her shoulders, her expression unreadable. "Are you all done strategizing?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement. "Because I''d rather not waste my time any longer."

    Millim gritted her teeth. "Stay focused," she muttered to the others.

    Lavana vanished.

    A blur¡ª

    Then pain.

    Before anyone could react, Roman was sent flying with a brutal knee to his gut, his body smashing through several stone pillars. Blood splattered the ground as he coughed violently, struggling to breathe.

    "Roman!" Liliana shouted.

    But she had no time to check on him. Lavana was already in front of her, eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

    Liliana barely raised her sword in time¡ª

    CLANG!

    Her blade met Lavana''s palm. Just her palm. The sheer force sent shockwaves rippling through the air, shattering the ground beneath them.

    "What¡ª?!"

    Lavana smirked. "That tickled."

    Then she crushed the blade in her grip.

    Liliana''s eyes widened in horror as her trusted weapon shattered into pieces. Before she could retreat, Lavana''s elbow slammed into her ribs, sending her skidding across the battlefield, crashing against the remains of a fallen building.

    "Two down," Lavana mused, rolling her shoulders. "Who''s next?"

    Millim''s hands trembled. This was bad. Really bad.

    Lavana wasn''t just strong¡ªshe was unreasonably powerful, shrugging off even the most lethal attacks like they were nothing.

    Roselia suddenly moved.

    No words. No hesitation. Just pure, lethal intent.

    A spear of black lightning erupted from her palm, crackling with devastating power. It shot forward faster than the eye could track, aiming straight for Lavana''s chest¡ª

    But it never reached.

    Lavana simply raised a finger and stopped the attack mid-air.

    The sheer casualness of it sent chills down Millim''s spine.

    "You should''ve aimed for the head," Lavana said mockingly. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she sent the lightning spear back at Roselia at twice the speed.

    BOOM!

    A deafening explosion shook the battlefield as Roselia was engulfed in her own attack.

    "Roselia!" Millim screamed.

    Smoke and dust filled the air.

    Millim clenched her fists. She couldn''t just stand here.

    No more hesitation. No more holding back.

    A powerful aura erupted around her, a mix of divine and demonic energy swirling in a chaotic storm. Her pink hair began to glow, her eyes burning with power.

    Lavana turned to her with a curious look. "Oh? You''re finally getting serious?"

    Millim took a deep breath, centering herself. "I don''t care what it takes... You''re not leaving here alive."

    Lavana smirked, cracking her knuckles. "That''s what I wanted to hear."

    Millim vanished.

    The ground beneath her exploded as she launched herself forward, faster than ever before. A sonic boom followed in her wake as her fist, wreathed in divine and demonic power, shot toward Lavana''s face.

    BOOM!

    The impact sent shockwaves tearing through the battlefield, splitting the earth and obliterating everything within a hundred-meter radius.

    For a moment, there was silence.

    Millim panted heavily, her fist still extended. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring everything.

    Had she done it?

    Then¡ª

    A slow clap.

    The dust settled, revealing Lavana standing completely unharmed.

    Millim''s eyes widened in disbelief. "No way..."

    Lavana smirked. "That was a good punch. Almost felt it."

    Millim''s stomach dropped.

    Before she could react, Lavana''s hand shot forward like a serpent¡ª

    Crack!

    Pain exploded in Millim''s abdomen as Lavana''s fist buried itself deep into her gut, sending her flying through several mountains in the distance.

    "Millim!" Roman coughed, trying to get back up despite his battered state.

    Liliana''s rage ignited.

    With a battle cry, she summoned a massive flaming war axe, its golden flames burning hotter than ever.

    "Die, you monster!" she roared, swinging the weapon down with all her strength.

    Lavana sighed.

    Without even moving, her shadow expanded beneath her, morphing into black chains that lashed out, grabbing Liliana mid-air before she could complete her attack.

    "Wha¡ª?!"

    The chains tightened, squeezing the air from her lungs, then slammed her into the ground repeatedly like a ragdoll.

    BAM! BAM! BAM!

    Blood splattered. Bones cracked.

    Lavana finally released her, letting Liliana''s motionless body slump to the ground.

    "Three down," she muttered.

    Suddenly¡ª

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    A spear of light erupted from the heavens, descending upon Lavana like divine judgment.

    It was Roman.

    Despite his injuries, he had gathered every last ounce of his mana to launch one final, devastating attack.

    The golden spear pierced through Lavana''s chest.

    For the first time, she stumbled, blood dripping from her lips.

    "Got you..." Roman whispered, before collapsing from exhaustion.

    Millim, having barely recovered, gasped as she saw Lavana still standing, despite the mortal wound.

    Lavana laughed.

    It was a slow, chilling laugh.

    Then¡ª

    She grabbed the spear sticking out of her chest and ripped it out, the wound sealing itself instantly as if it had never existed.

    Roman''s eyes widened in horror.

    Lavana grinned, her crimson eyes glowing with bloodlust.

    "That was cute," she said.

    Then she kicked off the ground¡ª

    And appeared right in front of Roman.

    Before he could react¡ª

    Crack!

    Her fist punched straight through his stomach, blood splattering across the ground.

    Roman coughed up blood, his vision fading.

    "L-Leon..." he gasped weakly.

    Lavana twisted her hand, making Roman scream in agony.

    "Your turn to disappear," Lavana whispered.

    But then, she suddenly smiled.

    "Just kidding. You''re too good to die just yet," she said with a wicked grin.

    Her hand blurred¡ª

    And in the next moment, Roman''s limbs were severed.

    Blood sprayed across the ground as he collapsed, gasping in agony.

    "But I can''t have you interfering," Lavana added coldly. "So stay here and suffer in silence."

    She turned away from him, setting her sights on Millim.

    "I''ll deal with you later," Lavana said with a smirk. "But first, let me kill that bitch."

    With that, she vanished, reappearing before Roselia in an instant.

    Millim''s eyes widened in horror as she looked around¡ª

    Naval, Liliana, Roman, and even the Black Knights were all down.

    Ken was dead.

    Her breath caught in her throat. "She''s going to kill her..."

    Millim watched helplessly as Lavana grabbed Roselia by the neck, lifting her off the ground.

    "Die, bitch," Lavana snarled, tightening her grip.

    Roselia gasped, struggling to breathe¡ª

    And then¡ª

    A sudden presence crashed onto the battlefield.

    The temperature plummeted.

    A suffocating pressure filled the air, making even Lavana freeze in place.

    The sky darkened.

    A shadow loomed over them all.

    BOOM!

    The ground shattered as a figure descended onto the battlefield.

    Leon.

    His golden eyes burned with unimaginable fury.

    "You..." His voice was deathly calm, but the sheer rage beneath it was undeniable.

    He saw the state of his comrades.

    He saw Roselia dying in Lavana''s grasp.

    And for the first time in a long while¡ª

    Leon lost control.

    A black aura of destruction erupted around him, causing the entire dimension to tremble.

    Lavana''s smirk finally vanished.

    She had made a mistake.

    A grave mistake.

    "You shouldn''t have done that," Leon said coldly.

    His shadow expanded, engulfing the battlefield in darkness.

    Lavana took a step back.

    For the first time¡ª

    She felt fear.

    Her instincts betrayed her¡ªher hand loosened, and she released Roselia from her grasp.

    But it was too late.

    Leon''s berserk state was in full effect.

    He was no longer himself.

    His golden eyes burned with uncontrollable fury, his presence suffocating, like an unstoppable force of destruction.

    His gaze snapped to Millim.

    "Get out of here before I lose control completely," he warned, his voice dangerously low.

    For the first time, even Millim felt fear.

    The way he looked at her¡ªthose eyes, overflowing with rage¡ªshe knew he wasn''t making an empty threat.

    Without hesitation, she turned , grabbed everyone and ran, dashing away as fast as she could.

    Leaving Lavana alone¡ª

    To face the full wrath of Leon.

    Lavana stood frozen.

    For the first time in her life¡ªshe hesitated.

    Leon''s aura wasn''t normal. It wasn''t just rage¡ªit was pure destruction. The air itself cracked under the pressure.

    The battlefield trembled as dark shadows twisted around Leon, pulsating with uncontrollable energy. His golden eyes glowed eerily, locked onto her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

    "You went too far."

    His voice was low, almost a whisper. Yet it carried the weight of death itself.

    Lavana gritted her teeth, forcing herself to move. She refused to be afraid. She was strong.

    "Tch. You think I''m scared?" she spat, gripping her sword tighter. "You''re not the first monster I''ve faced¡ª"

    BOOM!

    Before she could finish, Leon vanished.

    A second later¡ªPAIN.

    Lavana''s eyes widened as she felt something pierce her stomach.

    Blood splattered onto the ground.

    Her mind barely processed it before¡ª

    CRACK!

    A devastating punch to her ribs sent her flying through mountains, her body breaking through solid rock like glass.

    She coughed out blood, barely catching her breath before¡ª

    BOOM!

    Leon was already above her.

    His fist crashed down.

    The entire battlefield collapsed.

    A massive crater formed where Lavana had been, the sheer force of the impact shaking the very dimension itself.

    Lavana barely dodged, rolling away as another shockwave tore through the land.

    But Leon wasn''t stopping.

    He couldn''t stop.

    His power surged beyond limits, his rage unchained.

    This was no longer a fight.

    This was a massacre.

    And Lavana was the prey.

    Lavana barely had time to react.

    WHOOSH!

    Leon''s silhouette blurred, reappearing in front of her before she could even blink.

    "Shit¡ª"

    BOOM!

    His knee slammed into her stomach.

    Her eyes widened as blood and saliva burst from her mouth.

    The force sent her flying¡ªbut Leon wasn''t done.

    Before she could crash¡ª

    CRACK!

    Leon gripped her face mid-air, his fingers digging into her skull like an unbreakable vice.

    He swung her around like a ragdoll¡ªSMASHING her into the ground, creating a massive crater that swallowed the battlefield in dust and rubble.

    Lavana''s vision blurred.

    Pain.

    Agony.

    Unrelenting, merciless pain.

    Her body wasn''t healing fast enough.

    Her regenerative abilities were slowing down.

    "This... this is insane..." she coughed, struggling to push herself up.

    THUD.

    A foot pressed against her back, pinning her down.

    Leon stood over her.

    His golden eyes glowed with pure, merciless wrath.

    The sky twisted. The battlefield warped. Reality itself rejected his existence.

    The sheer weight of his presence made the air heavy.

    Lavana tried to teleport¡ªbut she couldn''t.

    Her powers¡ªwere being suppressed.

    "You don''t deserve an easy death," Leon said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion.

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    "You don''t deserve an easy death," Leon said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion.

    Lavana gritted her teeth, fury mixing with fear.

    "Bastard...!" she spat blood, trying to break free. "I won''t¡ª"

    "You''re going to die screaming."

    Leon lifted his foot¡ª

    And then¡ª

    A voice rang out.

    "Leon, stop."

    Leon paused, his voice cold and unwavering. "Whoever you are, leave... or you will die too."

    A soft chuckle echoed behind him.

    "Oh? Can you even kill me?"

    A pair of arms wrapped around him from behind¡ªa soothing presence invading his mind.

    Leon''s vision, blurred red with rage, began to steady.

    His instincts screamed at him to resist, to destroy, but something about this presence... calmed him.

    "Wings...?" Leon muttered, his golden eyes flickering as he finally turned his head slightly.

    "You''re Angelica?"

    The woman behind him¡ªAngelica¡ªsmiled and nodded. "Thanks to Seal, I found out you were losing control. Your class is powerful, but you shouldn''t rely on pure wrath, or it will consume you."

    Leon narrowed his eyes, scanning her face.

    "You''re just a projection," he stated.

    Angelica sighed, releasing him. "Yes, I can''t interfere much from the higher floors... but I can stop you from losing yourself."

    Leon exhaled sharply, his body trembling as his berserk state began to subside.

    His Berserk Points rapidly dropped, settling back at 10.

    He clenched his fists before relaxing them. "...Thank you. I almost lost myself," he admitted, taking a deep breath.

    "It''s okay. You are my husband, after all. Helping you is my duty," Angelica said with a gentle smile.

    Leon chuckled. "Yes, you are my dear wife."

    "What a shitty show... I might puke."

    A raspy voice interrupted them.

    Lavana lay sprawled on the ground, her body a mangled mess of broken limbs and crushed flesh¡ªreduced to near meat paste from Leon''s wrath. Yet, thanks to her vampiric physique, she was still alive.

    Angelica glanced at her before offering a suggestion.

    "You should just let Milim suck her dry. That way, she''ll gain more power."

    Leon frowned. "Is she even up for it?"

    Angelica shrugged. "She abhors it, yes. But whether she likes it or not, today, she must open her eyes. Even if she refuses, her siblings don''t."

    Before he could respond, Angelica leaned in, pressing her lips against his.

    Leon''s eyes widened as he felt a warmth spread through him.

    Her body began to fade, turning into shimmering light.

    "I wanted to spend more time with you, but I guess I reached my limit," she whispered before vanishing completely.

    Leon stood still for a moment, touching his lips. "...A projection? But it felt real."

    His golden eyes darkened as he turned to Lavana.

    Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the hair and began dragging her toward Milim and the others.

    Leon dragged Lavana across the shattered battlefield, her broken body leaving a trail of blood. Despite her vampiric regeneration, she could barely move. Every nerve in her body screamed in agony, but her pride wouldn''t allow her to beg for mercy.

    Milim, still catching her breath from the battle, looked up as Leon approached.

    "Leon... what are you¡ª?"

    "Drink her dry." His voice was cold, absolute.

    Milim hesitated. "You know I hate doing that."

    Angelica''s words echoed in his mind.

    "Even if she abhors it, her siblings don''t."

    Leon''s expression softened¡ªjust slightly. "Milim, you need to get stronger. You saw what happened today. Ken is gone. Roman, Naval, and Liliana are barely holding on. If we let her go, she''ll come back stronger."

    Milim clenched her fists, looking at Lavana''s battered form.

    The vampire let out a weak chuckle. "Hah... you think draining me will make her powerful? Fool. My blood... isn''t something a child like her can handle..."

    Leon''s grip on her hair tightened, forcing her to look at him.

    "I don''t care. You made the mistake of touching what''s mine."

    Lavana''s eyes flickered¡ªwas that fear?

    Milim took a deep breath. "Fine. But if I lose control, you better stop me."

    She stepped forward, her fangs elongating as she knelt beside Lavana. The defeated vampire sneered, but even she couldn''t hide the slight tremor in her body.

    Milim sank her fangs deep into Lavana''s neck.

    The moment their blood connected, a violent surge of power erupted.

    Milim''s body trembled as raw energy flooded her veins.

    Her pupils dilated, turning a deep crimson.

    Lavana screamed¡ªnot in pain, but in realization.

    "No! This is¡ª"

    Leon watched as Lavana''s body began to wither, her once-regenerating flesh now crumbling into dust.

    Milim''s aura flared violently, the ground beneath her cracking as she drank deeper, devouring Lavana''s very essence.

    Something was changing.

    Something was awakening.

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "...Milim?"

    She didn''t respond.

    She simply kept drinking.

    Leon watched as Milim wiped the corner of her lips, her crimson eyes still glowing faintly.

    "You did well," he said, ruffling her hair.

    Milim nodded, but inside, her mind was a mess.

    "Ahhh~~ What was that? It tasted so good! I wonder if Leon tastes as good as she did¡ªNo, no, no! He must taste even better! My hubby is the best of all!"

    She quickly shook her head, trying to suppress the strange craving.

    Liliana chuckled, noticing Milim''s conflicted expression. "Looks like someone developed a new addiction."

    Milim pouted, "S-Shut up! It''s not like that!"

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "Not like what?"

    "N-Nothing!" Milim quickly turned away, her face slightly flushed.

    Leon sighed. "Come on, we still have work to do. Roman and the others need healing, and we have to move before more enemies arrive."

    Milim took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus. "Right... Let''s go."

    As the group prepared to leave, Milim stole a glance at Leon¡ªher thoughts still lingering on that intoxicating taste.

    Leon snapped his fingers, creating a Rift, and said to them, "Go inside and rest for now."

    They nodded, and one by one, they entered the Rift. Once the last person stepped inside, Leon closed it.

    "Well, I guess then I''ll just stall for a while," he mumbled as he lay in a nearby cave, closing his eyes and meditating.

    A Few Days Later

    "What are you doing?"

    Suddenly, Ravina appeared before him and asked.

    Leon opened one eye and looked at her lazily. "What does it look like? I''m resting and waiting for time to pass."

    She narrowed her eyes. "Then why did you even bother to take the seals from us?"

    Leon tilted his head. "Do these seals have some special meaning?"

    Ravina sighed as she sat beside him. "The seals are keys to a hidden treasure left by the First Blood King."

    Leon raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "A hidden treasure?"

    She nodded. "It was a game-like competition created by the First Blood King. Every 500 years, the guardians will appear on an island, and the princes and princesses of the bloodline will compete for the seals. If any of them manage to obtain all ten seals, they can open the door to the hidden treasure of the Blood King."

    Leon smirked. "And what''s inside this treasure?"

    Ravina shook her head. "No one knows. Only after defeating the final guardian can one claim the treasure. Even we, the guardians, tried to use the seals ourselves, but unless a competitor gathers all ten, the door won''t open."

    Leon nodded thoughtfully. "So why do you care that I took the seals?"

    Ravina frowned. "I just don''t get it. You don''t seem interested in the treasure. Why go after the seals?"

    Leon chuckled. "I only wanted the Space Seal so that I could open the Rift and let my partner, Princess Milim, stay there until the tournament is over."

    Ravina looked at him for a moment before sighing. "I see..."

    Leon tilting his head asked. "Judging by your reaction, I guess others before me have used this method?"

    Ravina nodded. "Yes, there were princes and princesses in the past who ended up as Blood King or Queen, but they had to marry at least ten partners and have more than ten children. A true Blood King requires ten sibling sacrifices."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "So, one or two princes or princesses disappearing isn''t a bad thing for you all, huh?"

    Ravina nodded.

    Leon frowned. "If it doesn''t matter, then why force all of them into such a ritual?"

    She replied calmly, "If we allow one to leave, others will protest that they want to opt out of the system too. So, we never allow anyone to withdraw."

    She paused before adding, "Instead, we let them cheat inside the island, giving them a chance to survive in their own way."

    "Besides, if one of them gets a taste of blood, they turn into hounds. So basically, we just unlock their instincts and have it tamed on this island, ensuring they don''t go berserk anywhere else," Ravina explained.

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "So this whole thing is just a controlled bloodlust awakening?"

    She nodded. "Yes. Without this, our kind would lose control and slaughter everything in sight. The ritual ensures that only those strong enough to suppress their instincts rise to power."

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    Leon narrowed his eyes. "So this whole thing is just a controlled bloodlust awakening?"

    She nodded. "Yes. Without this, our kind would lose control and slaughter everything in sight. The ritual ensures that only those strong enough to suppress their instincts rise to power."

    "Your family is sure complicated," Leon said as Ravina chuckled.

    "Nothing comes for free. Everything has a price. Most of the time, we know what it is, but sometimes we don''t¡ªand those are the highest prices of all," she said.

    "You said it yourself," Leon chuckled as he led her by the hand. "What do you want from the hidden treasure vault?"

    Ravina smirked, pausing for a moment before she grinned. "You sly bastard," she said before adding, "What I want is the Blood Ascension Pill. It will elevate my blood from noble class to royal class, allowing me to break my bottleneck."

    "So, this is what you want, huh?" Leon nodded as he asked, "So, where is the location of the other seals?"

    Ravina nodded and then began to tell him.

    Ravina leaned back slightly, crossing her arms as she explained, "There are ten seals in total. You already have the Space Seal, but the others won''t be easy to collect."

    Leon smirked, "Nothing worth having is ever easy. Just tell me where they are."

    She let out a small chuckle. "Fine. The seals are scattered across this island, each guarded by a powerful entity. Some are in ancient ruins, others are protected by creatures born from the first Blood King''s experiments."

    Leon''s eyes gleamed with interest. "Sounds fun. Give me the details."

    "But wait, weren''t the three seals of Space, Time, and Fire with you guys? So why are the other seals in the hands of mindless beasts?" Leon asked, puzzled.

    Ravina replied, "We obtained them after defeating the original Guardians. Each seal holds a unique skill, after all."

    Leon looked at the seals in his hands. "Yeah, they do," he muttered as he examined them. Suddenly, he began to absorb their power.

    "No, don''t¡ª" Ravina tried to stop him, but it was already too late. Both the Time and Fire seals melted away, granting Leon one skill each.

    "What happened to the seals?" he asked, confused.

    Ravina sighed and explained, "Now that you''ve absorbed them, they are no longer here. They''ve returned to their original locations."

    Leon sighed. "Well, whatever. Just tell me the locations."

    Ravina nodded and began to explain.

    Ravina extended her hand, conjuring an ethereal map made of blood energy. The map hovered between them, pulsing faintly.

    "Here," she said, pointing at various locations. "The Fire Seal is inside the Crimson Abyss, guarded by the Ember Serpent. The Ice Seal lies within the Frozen Cavern, protected by the Frost Revenant. The Lightning Seal is held by the Storm Titan atop the Thunder Peaks."

    Leon nodded, taking in the information. "What about the others?"

    Ravina continued, "The Earth Seal is hidden in the Hollowed Basin, where the Titan Behemoth sleeps. The Shadow Seal is in the Cursed Catacombs, protected by the Wraith Lord. The Wind Seal belongs to the Harpy Queen of the Sky Fortress. The Blood Seal is held by the Blood Guardian deep within the Ancient Mausoleum."

    Leon nodded and asked, "That''s eight, including the Space Seal I already have. What about the last two?"

    "The other Time Seal isn''t guarded by anything, but it''s hidden inside a maze where time constantly shifts. You''ll have to fight yourself¡ªor rather, different versions of yourself. But don''t worry, they are mostly past versions, not future ones," Ravina explained.

    " and last one" Leon asked nodding.

    Ravina hesitated for a moment before answering, "The final seal, the Soul Seal, is the most dangerous to obtain. It is held by the Keeper of Souls within the Void Sanctuary. No one who has sought it has ever returned."

    Leon''s grin widened. "Then it''s worth taking."

    Ravina sighed, "You''re either fearless or completely insane."

    Leon chuckled. "Probably both."

    He turned away, cracking his knuckles. "I''ll start with the closest one. The Crimson Abyss, right?"

    Ravina nodded. "Yes, but be careful. The Ember Serpent isn''t just some mindless beast. It has intelligence, strategy, and the power to incinerate anything in its path."

    Leon smirked. "Good. Then this won''t be boring."

    Leon left the cave, his eyes locked onto the direction of the Crimson Abyss. The ground beneath his feet was cracked and dry, the air becoming hotter with each step. The scent of burning rock and sulfur filled his lungs, but he remained unfazed.

    Behind him, Ravina called out, "If you die, don''t blame me."

    Leon smirked, not even turning around. "If I die, I''ll make sure to haunt you."

    She chuckled, watching as he disappeared into the distance.

    Crimson Abyss ¨C The Ember Serpent''s Lair

    As Leon reached the Abyss, the ground trembled beneath him. A vast canyon of molten rock stretched before him, rivers of lava flowing like veins in a living body. The heat was oppressive, but Leon''s body had long since adapted to extreme conditions.

    Suddenly, a deep growl echoed through the canyon. From the molten depths, a massive serpent rose, its scales glowing like molten metal. The air shimmered around it, the sheer heat distorting its massive form. Its golden eyes locked onto Leon, intelligence gleaming within them.

    "Who dares enter my domain?" the Ember Serpent''s voice rumbled, like an avalanche of fire.

    Leon cracked his neck, his aura flaring. "Just someone who needs your seal."

    The serpent let out a hissing laugh. "Then you must be a fool. Many have tried, all have perished. Why should you be any different?"

    Leon grinned. "Because I''m not them."

    The Ember Serpent''s body coiled, its mouth opening to reveal a sea of fire within. Without hesitation, it unleashed a torrent of white-hot flames, powerful enough to melt solid stone.

    Leon vanished, reappearing in midair above the serpent''s head. "Too slow."

    He dove down, his fist crackling with energy as he slammed it into the serpent''s skull. A shockwave erupted from the impact, sending magma splashing in all directions.

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    He dove down, his fist crackling with energy as he slammed it into the serpent''s skull. A shockwave erupted from the impact, sending magma splashing in all directions.

    The Ember Serpent roared, thrashing violently, its tail whipping toward Leon with the force of a collapsing mountain.

    Leon dodged with ease, landing on a floating rock. "Not bad, but you''ll need more than brute force."

    The serpent''s eyes narrowed. "Very well. Let''s see if you can handle this."

    The entire Abyss began to shake, the lava rising unnaturally. The serpent''s body glowed brighter, its power reaching new heights.

    Leon smirked, "Now we''re talking." He cracked his knuckles, preparing to have a good battle.

    The Crimson Abyss rumbled as the Ember Serpent unleashed its full power. The molten rivers surged, forming towering waves of liquid fire that threatened to consume everything in their path.

    Leon stood firm, his golden aura flickering against the intense heat. He wasn''t worried.

    "You''re still holding back." He taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.

    The Ember Serpent''s eyes flashed with anger. "Arrogant mortal! Burn in eternal flames!"

    With a deafening roar, the serpent dived into the lava, vanishing beneath the surface. For a moment, everything was silent. Then¡ª

    BOOM!

    The ground beneath Leon exploded, a pillar of lava shooting up as the Ember Serpent emerged at blinding speed. Its massive jaws, glowing with white-hot fire, lunged at him.

    Leon''s instincts kicked in, his body moving faster than thought. He twisted in mid-air, barely dodging the serpent''s bite, the sheer heat singeing his clothes.

    "That was close," he muttered.

    Then, without hesitation, he countered.

    "Impact Fist!"

    A thunderous shockwave erupted as Leon''s punch connected with the serpent''s head, sending the massive creature crashing into the lava below.

    But the fight was far from over.

    The lava churned violently, and suddenly¡ª

    CRACK!

    The Abyss split open, revealing a hidden chamber beneath the molten surface. From within, something ancient and ominous pulsed with power.

    Leon''s eyes narrowed. "So that''s where the seal is hidden."

    The Ember Serpent rose once more, its body now covered in intricate glowing runes. It no longer looked like just a beast¡ªit was something more.

    "You will not leave here alive," it declared.

    Leon grinned, cracking his knuckles. "We''ll see about that."

    The Ember Serpent coiled around the lava chamber, its runes pulsing with ancient power. The hidden chamber beneath the molten abyss trembled as it prepared its ultimate attack.

    Leon''s golden aura flared, his Berserk Points suppressed, but his battle instincts sharpened.

    "You''re desperate now, huh?" he smirked, standing his ground.

    The serpent''s massive body twisted, generating a violent surge of heat. Its fangs dripped with molten fire, and its eyes glowed with the brilliance of a dying sun.

    "This is your end, mortal!"

    With a deafening roar, the Ember Serpent unleashed its final attack¡ªSolar Collapse.

    The entire cavern was engulfed in blinding golden flames, and the temperature soared, threatening to reduce everything to nothingness.

    Leon exhaled calmly, then lifted his hand.

    "Nullification Palm."

    A dark void expanded from his palm, clashing directly with the overwhelming flames. The two opposing forces collided in a chaotic swirl, struggling for dominance.

    The serpent roared, pushing its flames harder.

    Leon raised his brows¡ªthis was stronger than expected. His arms trembled under the pressure.

    "Not enough, huh?" he muttered.

    Then¡ª

    His aura shifted.

    A massive shockwave erupted, splitting the lava in two, sending tremors throughout the entire cavern.

    The Ember Serpent''s attack shattered.

    For the first time, fear flickered in its ancient eyes.

    Leon grinned savagely.

    "My turn."

    With an explosive leap, he appeared above the serpent''s head in an instant. His fists clenched as pure destructive energy surged through him.

    "Fist of Destruction!"

    BOOM!

    The impact obliterated the serpent''s massive skull, reducing it to nothing but embers. The colossal body collapsed, sinking into the molten abyss.

    Silence followed.

    The flames died down.

    The cavern stopped trembling.

    And at the center of the now-exposed hidden chamber, a single floating seal remained¡ªThe Infernal Seal of Fire.

    Leon exhaled, shaking off the heat. He reached out, grabbing the seal as its ancient power seeped into him.

    Another piece of the puzzle was obtained.

    "Two seals down, eight more to go," he mumbled, storing the serpent''s body away. Its remains could be useful in alchemy, after all.

    Leon took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the seals in his grasp. The hidden treasure of the First Blood King was slowly becoming within reach.

    He glanced at Ravina, who was watching him with a knowing smirk. "What''s next?" he asked.

    Ravina crossed her arms. "The next seal is in the Shadow Valley, guarded by the Nightstalker Beasts. Unlike the serpent, they hunt in packs, and their leader is said to be as strong as a high-ranking noble."

    Leon smirked. "Sounds fun."

    Ravina rolled her eyes. "You say that now, but let''s see how you feel when you''re surrounded by a dozen of them, each one aiming to rip you apart."

    Leon chuckled. "Then I''ll just have to kill them all."

    Ravina sighed, shaking her head. "Arrogant as always. Fine, but I hope you''re ready. The Shadow Valley isn''t just dangerous because of the beasts¡ªit messes with your mind, distorting reality. If you''re not careful, you''ll lose yourself in its illusions."

    Leon''s smirk deepened. "Illusions, huh? Then this will be a good test."

    With that, the two set off toward the Shadow Valley, the hunt for the next seal beginning.

    The journey to Shadow Valley was uneventful at first, with Leon and Ravina moving swiftly through the darkened forest. However, as they got closer, an eerie fog started to roll in, distorting the landscape. The air felt heavy, almost suffocating, as whispers echoed around them.

    "It''s starting," Ravina muttered, gripping her weapon tightly. "The illusions will try to break your mind. Don''t trust your eyes."

    Leon smiled. "Illusions, huh? Then I just have to rely on something other than sight." Closing his eyes, he let his other senses take over¡ªlistening to the faintest rustle, feeling the shifts in the air.

    A shadow flickered to his right. Without hesitation, he swung his blade, cutting through the air. A sharp screech followed, and a black, wolf-like creature emerged from the fog, its body covered in writhing shadows.

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    A shadow flickered to his right. Without hesitation, he swung his blade, cutting through the air. A sharp screech followed, and a black, wolf-like creature emerged from the fog, its body covered in writhing shadows.

    "Nightstalker," Ravina hissed. "And that means its pack is nearby¡ª"

    Before she could finish, several pairs of glowing red eyes appeared in the mist, circling them.

    Leon grinned. "Finally, some real fun."

    Leon moved like a blur, his blade slicing through the shadows as if they were mere illusions themselves. The Nightstalkers howled in agony as their bodies were cleaved apart, dissolving into the mist.

    Ravina wasn''t idle either. With a swift motion, she summoned a crimson spear of energy, hurling it toward an approaching beast. The spear impaled the creature mid-leap, pinning it to the ground before it burst into embers.

    "These things are getting annoying," she muttered. "We need to move before more show up."

    Leon wiped the dark blood off his blade, glancing around. The fog seemed alive, shifting and twisting as if trying to trap them. "Lead the way. You know where the next seal is."

    Ravina nodded and began running through the forest, Leon right behind her. The whispers in the fog grew louder, turning into distorted voices¡ªmocking, taunting, even mimicking familiar tones.

    "Leon..." A voice called out.

    He narrowed his eyes. That voice¡ª

    "Leon, why did you leave me?"

    His footsteps faltered for a split second. He knew that voice.

    "Milim?"

    Ravina turned back. "Leon, don''t stop! It''s trying to get into your head!"

    But the illusion was too vivid. Ahead of him stood Milim, her blue eyes filled with sadness, her small hands reaching out.

    "You abandoned me..." she whispered. "You said you''d always protect me..."

    "The illusions here are shit. Since when did she have blue eyes?" Leon mumbled, slicing her in half.

    "Anyway, where is the Cursed Catacombs located?" he asked.

    Ravina replied, "It''s in the heart of Shadow Valley. Just come¡ªwe will reach there soon."

    Leon nodded.

    The Cursed Catacombs is where the Wraith Lord is holding the Shadow Seal.

    As they made their way through Shadow Valley, the air grew colder, and an unnatural fog rolled in, obscuring their path. The eerie silence was only broken by the distant whispers that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.

    Leon''s grip on his weapon tightened. "This place reeks of death," he muttered.

    Ravina nodded. "The Wraith Lord''s domain is filled with lingering souls. Some may try to deceive you with illusions, while others will attempt to drain your life force."

    Leon smirked. "Let them try."

    They pressed forward, the darkened ruins of the Cursed Catacombs looming ahead. The massive stone archway at the entrance was covered in ancient runes, glowing faintly with a sinister energy. As they stepped inside, the torches along the walls flickered to life, casting twisted shadows that seemed to move on their own.

    A deep, echoing voice resonated through the chamber.

    "Who dares seek the Shadow Seal?"

    From the darkness, the Wraith Lord emerged¡ªa towering figure clad in tattered robes, its skeletal hands crackling with dark energy. Hollow eyes burned with violet flames as it floated above the ground, its presence alone suffocating.

    Leon grinned. "I''m here to take what''s mine."

    The Wraith Lord let out a hollow chuckle. "Then you shall join the countless souls who tried before you."

    Without another word, the chamber trembled as shadowy specters rose from the ground, their wails filling the air.

    Leon cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders as his aura flared. "More shadows? You''ll have to try harder than that."

    The wraiths screeched as they lunged at him, their clawed hands aiming for his life force. Leon vanished in a blur, reappearing behind them with a swift slash¡ªhis blade glowing with condensed energy as he bisected several specters in a single strike. The rest shrieked and dissolved into the darkness.

    The Wraith Lord watched, unphased. "Impressive. But mere specters are only the first test."

    The chamber trembled as the walls seemed to close in, shifting and twisting. The torches flickered violently before extinguishing, plunging the room into pure darkness. A suffocating pressure filled the air, as if reality itself was bending.

    Ravina''s voice echoed in Leon''s mind. "This is the Wraith Lord''s domain now¡ªhis illusions, his rules. Stay focused."

    Leon smirked. "Illusions? I don''t fall for cheap tricks."

    A sinister whisper slithered through the void. "Then face yourself."

    The darkness peeled away, revealing a mirror image of Leon standing before him. This doppelga?nger carried the same weapon, the same stance, and the same confident smirk.

    Leon''s eyes narrowed. "Great. Another me to deal with."

    The clone chuckled darkly. "You talk big, but can you back it up?"

    Without warning, the doppelga?nger lunged, mirroring Leon''s speed and power. Their blades clashed, sending a shockwave through the chamber. Sparks flew as each strike met with perfect precision, their movements identical.

    Leon nodded seeing this. So, he''s copying everything I do?

    The Wraith Lord''s laughter echoed around them. "A battle against yourself is the greatest challenge of all. Can you surpass your own limits?"

    Leon took a step back, analyzing his opponent. Then he grinned. "You''re strong, but you''re just a copy. And I know exactly how to beat myself."

    He shifted his stance, loosening his grip, and prepared for the next move¡ªone that his copy wouldn''t expect.

    Leon took a deep breath, his smirk widening. If he''s mirroring my movements, then all I have to do is fight in a way I never have before.

    The doppelga?nger lunged again, blade gleaming with energy, but Leon didn''t block or dodge. Instead, he twisted his body unnaturally, lowering himself at an awkward angle. The copy hesitated for a split second¡ªjust enough for Leon to strike.

    With explosive speed, Leon slammed his fist into the clone''s ribs, sending it flying across the chamber. The copy crashed against the wall but recovered instantly, eyes burning with newfound fury.

    "Smart," it admitted. "But adapting once won''t be enough."

    Leon chuckled. "You''re right. That''s why I won''t stop adapting."

    He surged forward, switching his attack patterns randomly¡ªmixing feints, unpredictable footwork, and awkward angles that disrupted the copy''s perfect mirroring ability. The doppelga?nger struggled, unable to predict Leon''s next move.

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    Then, Leon did something unexpected. He dropped his weapon entirely.

    The clone instinctively did the same, its eyes widening as it realized its mistake.

    Leon''s grin turned feral. "Got you."

    He unleashed a devastating barrage of strikes, his fists glowing with energy as he pummeled the doppelga?nger mercilessly. A final, powerful punch shattered its form, the clone dissolving into wisps of dark mist.

    The Wraith Lord''s laughter stopped abruptly. "Impossible..."

    Leon cracked his knuckles, retrieving his blade. "That was fun. Now, are you actually going to fight, or was that your best trick?"

    A deep growl echoed through the chamber. The Wraith Lord''s form expanded, its skeletal body warping into something far more monstrous. Black tendrils of energy erupted from its cloak, and its burning violet eyes intensified.

    "Very well, warrior. Let me show you the true power of the Shadow Seal!"

    The air grew thick with darkness, tendrils of shadow writhing like living creatures. The Wraith Lord''s form twisted and stretched, its once skeletal body expanding into a monstrous, multi-limbed specter. Its burning violet eyes now glowed like twin dying stars, and its voice echoed with an unnatural resonance.

    "You have proven yourself capable, but you will not leave here alive!"

    Leon planted his feet, his aura flaring like a golden storm. "Big words for a bag of bones."

    The Wraith Lord''s elongated arms shot forward, shadowy claws slicing through the air. Leon barely evaded, twisting his body mid-air and landing on the opposite side of the chamber. He countered with a rapid slash, but his blade phased through the creature like mist.

    Ravina''s voice rang in his mind. "Physical attacks won''t work! You need to strike its essence, not its form!"

    Leon narrowed his eyes. Strike its essence?

    A sinister laugh reverberated around him as the Wraith Lord formed more tendrils, each one attacking from different angles. Leon dodged, but the sheer number of strikes forced him on the defensive.

    "Enough of this!" Leon growled.

    He closed his eyes for a split second, focusing inward. He had fought countless enemies¡ªdemons, beasts, warriors¡ªbut this was different. This was a battle against something formless, an entity beyond the physical.

    Then I just have to strike beyond the physical.

    Leon took a deep breath. His energy shifted¡ªnot just raw power, but something deeper. A golden glow surrounded his sword, but this time, it wasn''t just energy. It pulsed with intent.

    The next time the Wraith Lord lashed out, Leon didn''t dodge. Instead, he stepped forward and swung¡ªnot at the creature''s body, but at its very presence.

    The moment his blade connected, a shockwave rippled through the chamber. The Wraith Lord let out a deafening screech as its form began to unravel.

    "No... this is impossible!"

    Leon grinned. "Nothing''s impossible. You were just never meant to last against me."

    With a final, decisive slash, he severed the Wraith Lord''s existence. The shadows dissipated instantly, and the eerie silence that followed was almost deafening.

    A glowing sigil hovered in the air where the Wraith Lord had stood. The Shadow Seal.

    Leon reached out, and the seal fused into him, dark energy swirling around his arm before settling. He clenched his fist, feeling its power coursing through him.

    Ravina stepped forward, nodding in approval. "You did it."

    Leon smirked. "Of course. Now, let''s get the next one."

    " the closet one is now the Sky Fortress where the Harpy Queen guads the Wind Seal " She said as Leon nodded.

    Leon nodded, sheathing his blade. "Then let''s not waste any time."

    Ravina waved her hand, conjuring a swirling portal of wind. "This will take us to the outskirts of the Sky Fortress. But be warned, the Harpy Queen isn''t just strong¡ªshe''s cunning."

    Leon smirked. "Good. I was starting to get bored."

    Sky Fortress ¨C The Domain of the Harpy Queen

    The portal deposited them atop a floating island, high above the clouds. Jagged rock formations jutted out, and the wind howled fiercely. Several massive floating platforms connected by ancient stone bridges led toward an enormous palace of gleaming white marble¡ªthe Sky Fortress.

    Leon took a deep breath, feeling the currents of wind shift around him. "She''s already watching us."

    Ravina''s eyes darted to the sky. "Not just her."

    A sharp screech split the air as a squadron of harpies dived toward them, their talons gleaming like curved daggers.

    Leon barely had time to draw his sword before the first harpy reached him. He twisted his body, slashing upward, severing the creature''s wings. It shrieked as it spiraled downward, vanishing into the clouds below.

    More harpies swarmed in, flapping their massive wings to stir up a blinding whirlwind. Leon shielded his eyes. "Annoying pests."

    Ravina raised her staff, chanting a spell. A burst of energy erupted from her, sending the weaker harpies tumbling back. "We need to move before stronger ones arrive."

    Leon nodded and dashed forward, leaping from one floating platform to another. The Sky Fortress loomed closer, its towering gates flanked by enormous statues of winged beings.

    Before they could reach the entrance, a powerful gust of wind forced them to halt. The very air thickened, pressing down on them like an invisible force.

    Then, from the fortress balcony, she emerged.

    The Harpy Queen.

    She was twice the size of an ordinary harpy, her wings adorned with golden feathers that shimmered in the sunlight. Her piercing emerald eyes locked onto Leon with amusement, and her voice carried on the wind.

    "You''re bold to come here, warrior. Do you think you can steal the Wind Seal from me?"

    Leon rolled his shoulders, smirking. "Steal? Nah. I''m just taking what''s mine."

    The Harpy Queen laughed, the sound like a melodious song. "Then prove yourself worthy."

    With a flap of her wings, the sky darkened, and a storm of blades made of wind rained down upon them.

    Leon''s smirk widened as the storm of wind blades rained down. His instincts screamed at him to dodge, but instead, he stepped forward, facing the onslaught head-on.

    The Shadow Seal within him pulsed. With a flick of his hand, tendrils of darkness surged forth, devouring the incoming wind blades before they could reach him.

    The Harpy Queen''s emerald eyes gleamed with intrigue. "Oh? The Shadow Seal. You''ve already proven your strength against the Wraith Lord. But can you handle the wind?"

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    The Harpy Queen''s emerald eyes gleamed with intrigue. "Oh? The Shadow Seal. You''ve already proven your strength against the Wraith Lord. But can you handle the wind?"

    She flapped her massive golden wings, and the entire floating island tilted, shifting its gravity. Leon and Ravina were forced to leap onto another platform to avoid falling into the abyss below.

    Ravina gritted her teeth. "She''s manipulating the wind to control the battlefield!"

    Leon chuckled. "Good. That makes things interesting."

    He kicked off the platform, launching himself into the air toward the Harpy Queen. She met his attack mid-air, their blades clashing in a spark of energy. Every strike Leon made was met with a swift counter as she danced through the air, using the currents to move effortlessly.

    Then, she flapped her wings again, sending a hurricane-force gale that sent Leon flying backward. He crashed onto another platform, the wind knocking the air from his lungs.

    The Harpy Queen landed gracefully on a floating spire, completely untouched. "You fight well, but you are bound by the earth. I, however, am one with the wind."

    Leon wiped blood from his lip and exhaled. "One with the wind, huh?"

    He closed his eyes, feeling the flow of the wind around him. It wasn''t just an obstacle¡ªit was everywhere. It wasn''t just pushing him¡ªit was guiding him.

    A smirk crossed his lips. Then I''ll use it.

    Leon vanished.

    For the first time, the Harpy Queen''s eyes widened. "What¡ª?"

    Before she could react, Leon reappeared above her, blade crackling with both Shadow and Wind energy.

    "You''re not the only one who can move with the wind."

    He slashed downward, his blade cutting through the very air itself. A shockwave of pure force tore through the battlefield, slicing through the floating spires and sending the Harpy Queen hurtling downward.

    She barely managed to recover, her wings faltering. Her once-confident gaze now held a trace of respect.

    "You... learned my element mid-battle?"

    Leon spun his sword in his hand, the wind now swirling around him, bending to his will. "What can I say? I adapt."

    The Harpy Queen landed, breathing heavily. Then, she laughed. "Very well. You have proven yourself worthy."

    A bright green sigil appeared in the air¡ªthe Wind Seal.

    Leon reached out, and the seal fused into him, sending a rush of storm-like energy through his veins. He clenched his fist, feeling the newfound power.

    Ravina stepped beside him, a small smile on her lips. "Another victory."

    Leon exhaled, his smirk never fading. "Yeah. Now, let''s see what''s next."

    "Next is the Frozen Cavern. The Ice Seal there is guarded by the Frost Revenant, a powerful knight-type undead," she said as he nodded.

    "Let''s go then. We only have two weeks left to find this so-called hidden treasure," he said as she nodded, and they began to move.

    Frozen Cavern ¨C The Domain of the Frost Revenant

    Leon and Ravina trekked through the snow-covered mountains, their breath visible in the freezing air. The path ahead led to an enormous ice cave, its entrance covered in thick icicles that shimmered like crystal fangs.

    "The Frozen Cavern..." Leon muttered, gazing at the eerie blue glow coming from within. "Feels like a perfect place for an undead knight."

    Ravina nodded. "The Frost Revenant is no ordinary undead. It was once a legendary warrior who fell in battle and was resurrected by ancient magic. It wields an ice-forged greatsword, and its armor is said to be impervious to normal attacks."

    Leon smirked. "Good thing my attacks aren''t normal."

    As they stepped into the cavern, a deep chill seeped into their bones. Ice pillars stretched toward the ceiling, and frost-covered statues of long-forgotten warriors lined the path. Aether energy pulsed faintly in the air¡ªthis place was ancient.

    Suddenly, the ground trembled. A deep, hollow voice echoed through the cavern.

    "Who dares disturb my slumber?"

    From the icy mist ahead, a towering figure emerged¡ªthe Frost Revenant.

    It was clad in blackened frost armor, its tattered cape frozen stiff. Its glowing blue eyes locked onto Leon and Ravina with an eerie, soulless stare. In its hands was a massive, ice-crusted greatsword, pulsing with freezing energy.

    Leon exhaled, gripping his sword. "Alright, let''s see if you live up to the legend."

    With a burst of Aether, he vanished from sight, reappearing behind the Revenant with golden energy crackling around his blade. He slashed downward, but¡ª

    CLANG!

    The Revenant blocked it effortlessly, its ice-forged sword absorbing the impact. A blast of cold energy surged from the Revenant, sending Leon skidding backward across the ice.

    Ravina unleashed a destruction spell, firing a crimson blast at the undead knight, but the Frost Revenant raised its hand, forming an ice barrier that shattered the attack.

    "Pathetic." The Revenant''s voice was emotionless. It stomped forward, causing the cavern floor to crack and freeze over. Spikes of ice erupted from the ground, forcing Leon to leap into the air.

    Leon grinned mid-air. "Alright, time to get serious."

    He extended his hand, and blood magic surged. Crimson tendrils wrapped around his sword, amplifying its power. At the same time, golden energy flickered through his veins as he combined Alchemy and Golden Magic, transmuting his blade into a divine weapon that radiated pure heat.

    With a single downward slash, a golden-red shockwave tore through the cavern, melting the ice and forcing the Frost Revenant to take a step back for the first time.

    The undead knight slowly raised its head. "Interesting..."

    It lifted its sword high, and the temperature in the cavern plummeted to absolute zero. A blizzard of death erupted around it, the ice forming jagged spears, its armor glowing with an ominous blue light.

    Leon''s eyes gleamed.

    "Now that''s more like it."

    Leon pushed forward, his golden-enchanted sword clashing against the Frost Revenant''s ice-forged greatsword. Each strike sent shockwaves through the cavern, causing icicles to rain down from above.

    The Revenant''s movements were precise, its experience as a warrior evident in every swing. It didn''t fight like a mindless undead¡ªit fought like a battle-hardened knight, adapting to Leon''s speed and techniques.

    Ravina, standing off to the side, observed carefully.

    "With each seal in our possession, the power of the next guardian increases," she noted, watching as Leon dodged a downward slash that split the ice beneath him.

    Leon grinned, parrying the strike with a burst of Aether-infused strength. "Good," he muttered. "I was starting to think this would be too easy."

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    The Revenant suddenly vanished¡ªreappearing behind Leon in an instant.

    "Frost Execution."

    A freezing aura surrounded its sword as it swung down, aiming to cleave Leon in half.

    But Leon''s instincts flared. He activated Blood Magic, enhancing his reflexes, and twisted his body mid-air. His golden blade met the Revenant''s frosted edge, and a shockwave erupted, sending both warriors skidding back.

    Leon smirked, rolling his shoulders. "Alright, I think I''ve had my fun."

    His Aether magic surged, mixing with Golden and Destruction magic. A crimson-gold aura surrounded him, his power growing exponentially. The ice around him began to melt, unable to withstand the raw energy radiating from his body.

    The Frost Revenant staggered, recognizing the overwhelming force before it.

    "You... are not normal."

    Leon chuckled. "No, I''m not."

    He lifted his hand, and a golden alchemical circle formed beneath the Revenant.

    "Let''s end this."

    The entire cavern shook as Leon unleashed his final attack¡ª

    "Aetherial Ruination!"

    A massive pillar of golden-red energy erupted from the ground, engulfing the Revenant completely. The ice shattered, the cavern walls cracked, and an earsplitting roar echoed through the mountain.

    As the dust settled, Leon stood tall, his sword resting on his shoulder.

    In the center of the devastation, the Frost Revenant knelt, its armor cracked, its body flickering like a dying flame.

    "You... have proven yourself."****"

    With its final words, the Revenant collapsed into shards of ice, revealing the Ice Seal floating in its place.

    Leon stepped forward and grabbed it. The seal pulsed in his hand, its cold power merging with his own.

    He turned to Ravina. "That''s another one down. Where to next?"

    She smiled. "The next stop¡ªthe Hollowed Basin, where the Titan Behemoth awaits."

    Leon nodded, cracking his knuckles. "So, next is Earth Seal huh"

    Ravina nodded as they began to move towards it.

    Leon and Ravina traveled for days, crossing mountains and forests until they reached the Hollowed Basin¡ªa vast, desolate valley surrounded by towering cliffs. The ground was dry and cracked, yet traces of ancient energy pulsed beneath the surface.

    "This place..." Leon muttered, sensing the weight of something massive buried deep below.

    "The Titan Behemoth sleeps here," Ravina confirmed. "The Earth Seal is embedded within its core. Once we take it, the entire basin will collapse."

    Leon smirked. "Sounds fun."

    As he stepped forward, the ground suddenly rumbled, and a deep, guttural growl echoed through the valley. Cracks spidered across the land, and massive chunks of earth began to rise.

    Then¡ªit moved.

    The ground itself rose, revealing a colossal creature buried beneath.

    A massive stone-armored behemoth emerged, its body covered in thick rock-like plates, eyes glowing with a deep golden light. Its sheer size dwarfed everything Leon had fought before¡ªeven dragons would look like insects before it.

    "WHO DARES DISTURB MY REST?" The Titan''s voice was like a landslide, shaking the entire valley.

    Leon grinned, drawing his sword. "Just a passing warrior here to claim your seal."

    The Titan Behemoth let out a roar that shattered boulders, lifting its gigantic fists before slamming them down with the force of a natural disaster.

    Leon vanished just before impact. BOOM! The shockwave split the ground, sending debris flying for miles.

    Ravina warped away, avoiding the destruction. "This thing isn''t just strong¡ªit''s practically an entire mountain!"

    Leon appeared mid-air above the Titan, Aether crackling around him, his sword infused with golden magic and destruction energy.

    "Good," he said, smirking. "Then let''s see how long it lasts."

    Leon shot down like a meteor, his golden-infused blade aimed straight at the Titan Behemoth''s head. The ancient colossus raised its armored forearm, blocking the attack. The impact sent shockwaves through the Hollowed Basin, splitting the ground further.

    The Titan swung its massive arm, aiming to swat Leon like an insect.

    Leon vanished, appearing behind the creature in an instant, his Aether magic bending space to reposition himself.

    "Blood Annihilation!"

    A crimson slash, charged with Destruction and Blood Magic, tore through the Titan''s thick armor, leaving a deep gash. But instead of staggering, the Behemoth regenerated instantly, its body reforming from the earth itself.

    Ravina narrowed her eyes. "It''s drawing power directly from the land. As long as the earth exists beneath it, it will never die."

    Leon nodded "So I just have to remove the land, huh?"

    The Behemoth stomped, sending out massive stone pillars in all directions, aiming to impale Leon.

    Leon countered, activating Alchemy Magic. The stone pillars melted into liquid gold, reshaping mid-air and turning into dozens of golden spears.

    "Heaven''s Rain."

    The spears rained down, piercing deep into the Titan''s armor, sealing its movements.

    The Behemoth roared in frustration, trying to shake them off.

    Leon flashed forward, his Destruction magic surging, and punched the Titan in the chest¡ª

    ¡ªBOOOOM!¡ª

    A massive crater formed as the entire upper body of the Titan shattered, revealing a glowing golden core¡ªthe Earth Seal.

    "That''s the target," Leon muttered, his Aether magic roaring to life.

    The Titan desperately tried to regenerate, its body pulling in earth from the surroundings.

    But Leon wasn''t going to let it.

    He raised his hand, activating Golden Alchemy and Destruction Magic simultaneously.

    The land beneath them shifted, turning from stone to liquid gold¡ªcutting off the Titan''s source of regeneration.

    The Behemoth screamed, its power fading.

    Leon dashed forward and thrust his blade straight into the Earth Seal¡ª

    ¡ªCRACK!¡ª

    The seal shattered, and the Titan let out a final agonized roar before disintegrating into golden dust.

    Leon caught the glowing Earth Seal in his hand, feeling its immense power merging with his own. His golden aura expanded, his control over alchemy and destruction magic refining further.

    Ravina landed beside him, smirking. "You just took down a living mountain."

    Leon chuckled, cracking his knuckles. "Not bad, but we still have more to go."

    "Next is the Lightning Seal, held by the Storm Titan on Thunder Peaks," she said as she nodded.

    Leon and Ravina ascended Thunder Peaks, a towering mountain range constantly engulfed in raging storms. Thunder roared, and lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the jagged cliffs. The air was thick with static, making every breath feel charged with electricity.

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    Leon and Ravina ascended Thunder Peaks, a towering mountain range constantly engulfed in raging storms. Thunder roared, and lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the jagged cliffs. The air was thick with static, making every breath feel charged with electricity.

    Ravina looked up, narrowing her eyes. "The Storm Titan controls the very storms themselves. This fight won''t be easy."

    Leon smirked. "Good. I like a challenge."

    As they reached the summit, the storm intensified. The clouds swirled violently, and from the heart of the tempest, a colossal figure emerged.

    A giant covered in crackling lightning armor stood before them. Electricity danced across its massive frame, its eyes glowing with an unnatural blue radiance. It wielded a thunder-forged spear, sparking with raw power.

    "MORTALS... YOU DARE CHALLENGE ME?" the Titan''s voice boomed, shaking the very mountains.

    Leon stepped forward, Aether and Golden Magic surging around him. "Not just challenge you¡ªdefeat you."

    The Storm Titan let out a thunderous roar, raising its spear. The clouds gathered, forming a massive lightning vortex, preparing to unleash devastation.

    Leon grinned, his Destruction Magic flaring.

    "Time for Rain -No, Storm Dance"

    The Storm Titan hurled its spear, and the moment it left its grip, it split into hundreds of lightning bolts, raining down at supersonic speed.

    Leon''s eyes gleamed.

    "Aether Shift."

    In a blink, he vanished, dodging every single bolt with ease, reappearing right in front of the Titan''s chest.

    "Blood Annihilation!"

    A crimson slash, fused with Destruction Magic, tore through the Titan''s armor¡ª

    ¡ªBOOOM!¡ª

    The Titan staggered, but in an instant, its wounds closed, the electricity restoring its form.

    Ravina shouted from a distance. "Leon! The Titan''s body is constantly regenerating as long as it''s connected to the storm!"

    Leon smirked. "Then I''ll just cut off the storm."

    Leon raised his hands, activating Golden Alchemy.

    The very air around them shifted, and in an instant¡ª

    ¡ªthe storm froze.

    Clouds stopped moving. Lightning ceased flashing. The winds went still.

    The Titan''s eyes widened in confusion. "WHAT... IMPOSSIBLE!"

    Leon chuckled. "Alchemy can change the very state of things. Now, let''s see how you fight without your storm."

    The Titan, now weakened, roared and charged forward, swinging its massive fist¡ª

    Leon caught it.

    BOOOOM! The impact sent shockwaves rippling across the peak, but Leon did not move.

    Instead, he grinned. "My turn."

    "Aether Break."

    With a single punch, infused with pure Destruction and Aether Magic, Leon shattered the Titan''s arm.

    The Titan howled in agony.

    Leon didn''t stop. He warped above the Titan, his sword glowing with golden and blood energy.

    "Fate Ender!"

    With a single, decisive slash, he cleaved through the Titan''s chest, striking its core¡ª

    ¡ªCRACK!¡ª

    The Lightning Seal was exposed.

    Leon reached out and ripped it from the Titan''s body.

    The Titan let out a final, pained roar before disintegrating into raw lightning energy, vanishing into the now-clear sky.

    Leon held the Lightning Seal, feeling its immense power merging with him. His magic surged, and lightning crackled through his veins, further refining his already monstrous abilities.

    Ravina landed beside him. "That was... ridiculously fast."

    Leon smirked. "They''re strong, but I''m stronger."

    "Anyway, only three seals are left," Ravina said. "The Blood Seal, the most important one. The Time Seal, the most well-hidden one. And lastly, the Soul Seal, the most dangerous to obtain."

    Leon nodded. "Let''s go with the important one first¡ªthe Blood Seal."

    Ravina shook her head. "The closest is actually the Time Seal."

    Leon sighed. "Of course, the most hidden one..."

    They began walking toward the Timeless Maze, a chaotic dimension where time flowed erratically, creating anomalies everywhere. Inside this maze, the Time Seal constantly shifted, appearing and disappearing in random locations.

    Leon observed the distorted landscape. Fragments of time itself flickered around them¡ªpast events looping, echoes of battles long since fought, and moments frozen mid-air.

    "How did you find it last time?" Leon asked, activating his Time Phasing skill, a power he had obtained after briefly holding the Time Seal before it returned to its original location.

    "I actually stumbled upon it," Ravina admitted.

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

    Ravina nodded. "I participated in the Blood Tournament 500 years ago¡ªor, well, in the last cycle. The prince I was serving died, so I had to run away. While escaping, I accidentally entered the Timeless Maze and got lost. I wandered aimlessly for what felt like eternity."

    She paused, then smirked. "Eventually, I tripped and fell right into the floating Time Seal while trying to grab something to stabilize myself."

    Leon blinked. "The fuck is that luck?"

    Ravina shrugged. "Honestly? It might have been because of the Lucky Apple I ate on this island. At first, I thought it was just a normal apple, but it turned out to be a legendary artifact of fortune. It cost a fortune back then, but I managed to get a piece."

    She smiled wryly. "Though, I sometimes wonder if it was lucky or cursed. Ever since that day, I''ve been unbelievably lucky, but also strangely... unlucky at times. Like how I needed someone capable of getting the Blood Ascension Pill, and somehow, I found you."

    Leon smirked. "Then let''s see if your luck holds up¡ªbecause this time, I''m taking that Time Seal for good."

    Though, I wonder if I can actually get it that easily... he thought to himself. She had to wander around for over 100 years before finally getting one... and even that was by accident.

    He looked ahead at the Timeless Maze, its ever-shifting landscape warping unpredictably. "Time Phasing" can help me somewhat, but after that? I can''t keep it active all the time.

    Damn it, no wonder this is the most well-hidden one. He inwardly cursed, then activated his Miracle Eyes. I wonder if my Miracle Eyes can help me?

    As his Aether Magic surged through his body, his eyes took on a subtle golden sheen. The Timeless Maze in front of him shifted¡ªwhat was once a chaotic, ever-changing labyrinth now had visible distortions.

    Hm? What if I look even deeper?

    Leon activated his Sage Eyes. Alongside the golden glow, a reddish hue appeared in his vision. Suddenly, everything became clearer¡ªhe could see something hidden.

    "Hmmm... these distortions... they seem connected somehow," he murmured, then hesitated. But what exactly am I seeing?

    His eyes locked onto a strange cloud-like gas, lingering throughout the maze. It flickered in and out of existence, almost as if it was reacting to the flow of time itself.

    "Interesting... this might be the key to navigating the maze."

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    Leon narrowed his eyes, focusing on the strange cloud-like gas. It drifted unpredictably, flickering in and out of existence, yet there was an undeniable pattern to its movements.

    "This isn''t just random," he muttered, stepping closer. Using his Miracle Eyes and Sage Eyes together, he could now see faint, intricate runes embedded within the mist¡ªrunes that pulsed with a temporal energy unlike anything he had encountered before.

    Reaching out, he let a small wisp of Aether Magic flow toward the mist. The moment his energy made contact, the cloud twisted violently, and the ground beneath his feet shifted backward by several seconds. His own footsteps rewound before his eyes.

    "Tch... just as I thought. These clouds are distorting time itself."

    Leon smirked as he analyzed the phenomenon. "So that''s why this maze is so impossible to navigate... these clouds aren''t just here randomly. They are the very reason for the time shifts."

    He knelt, observing the runes within the mist, and his mind pieced it all together. "These aren''t natural distortions; they''re remnants of the Law of Time itself."

    The realization struck him¡ªthe maze wasn''t shifting on its own; these clouds were rewriting time in real-time.

    "If I can avoid them... I can bypass the shifting entirely," he concluded.

    He activated Golden Magic, weaving a thin golden thread between his fingers, using it to trace the flow of the distortions. The mist seemed to react, subtly pushing away from his magic.

    "Interesting. The moment I step into one of these clouds, time resets, shifting me to a different location. But if I avoid them, I''ll move freely without interference."

    He looked at Ravina, who was watching curiously. "Looks like I cracked it. Stay close and step exactly where I do."

    Leon exhaled, then began moving methodically, stepping only where the temporal distortions were weakest.

    As he weaved through the maze, avoiding the clouds of shifting time, the twisting corridors stopped changing¡ªfor the first time, the path ahead remained stable.

    And then, at the very center of the maze, floating in perfect stillness, was the Time Seal.

    Leon''s gaze locked onto the Time Seal¡ªa shimmering, silver-blue crystal, floating effortlessly at the maze''s core. Unlike the chaotic distortions surrounding them, this artifact exuded an unnatural stillness, as if time itself refused to move around it.

    Ravina exhaled in awe. "So this is it... the most elusive of all the seals."

    Leon smirked. "Not so elusive anymore."

    He took a cautious step forward, his Miracle Eyes still activated, scanning for any last-minute traps. Strangely, there were none¡ªonly the swirling clouds of temporal distortions he had just deciphered.

    "It makes sense," he thought. "The maze itself was the only defense. If no one could figure out the pattern, they''d be trapped wandering for eternity."

    Stretching out his hand, he let a strand of Aether Magic coil around the Time Seal. The moment his magic touched it, a pulse of temporal energy spread outward, and the entire maze began to collapse inward¡ªbut not as destruction. Instead, the shifting pathways froze in place, locking into a single, unchanging structure.

    Leon clenched his fingers around the Time Seal and pulled.

    The moment he took possession of it, an overwhelming flood of knowledge surged into his mind. Visions of past cycles, echoes of forgotten timelines, and glimpses of futures that may or may not come to pass. His Miracle Eyes flared, trying to process the influx of information.

    "Tch... Damn, this thing is trying to show me everything at once."

    Ravina placed a hand on his shoulder, steadying him. "Leon, stay focused. Time is infinite, but you''re not."

    Leon gritted his teeth and channeled his willpower, pushing back against the flood of chaotic knowledge. Slowly, the overwhelming visions condensed into something more manageable¡ªa deeper understanding of Time Magic itself.

    His fingers tightened around the seal, and he smirked. "I see... This isn''t just about controlling time. It''s about understanding its flow, its laws. I can use this."

    He closed his eyes, letting the power of the Time Seal settle within him. When he opened them again, his Miracle Eyes had gained an additional silver hue, a subtle reflection of the Time Seal''s power.

    Ravina raised an eyebrow. "You look different."

    Leon exhaled. "I feel different." He flexed his fingers, feeling the subtle shift in his perception of time. "This is going to be useful."

    Then, he said. "Now... let''s get the Blood Seal."

    "Okay," Ravina said as Leon looked at her, noticing a calm expression on her face.

    "You don''t look too sure about how easily I found it," he remarked, narrowing his eyes.

    Ravina hesitated before answering. "What do you mean? We found it after 47 years, to be exact."

    Leon stopped in his tracks. "Huh?"

    She sighed, turning to face him. "In your perception, it might have only been a few moments, but in reality, you were frozen for years before you moved again. Maybe that''s why you never felt it."

    Leon''s eyes widened. "Wait... are you saying¡ª"

    "Don''t worry," she reassured him. "Inside this maze, time flows differently. One million years here could pass in just a single second outside. No matter how much time we wasted, not a single second has passed in the real world."

    Leon remained silent for a moment, processing her words. He then exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples.

    "Forget it," he muttered. "I don''t even want to think about it."

    Shaking his head, he followed after Ravina, though a lingering unease settled in his mind. How much time had truly passed in this place?

    "Cherry?"

    [If Host is asking how much time has passed, then it was exactly 47 years, three months, 21 days, 13 hours, and 56 minutes.]

    Leon''s eye twitched. "No, I mean... how did I not sense it?"

    Cherry, the helper fairy of his system, responded in her usual stoic tone.

    [When you attached your magic to distorted time laws cloud around you, you inadvertently froze yourself in time. You only moved again when the time clouds passed by.]

    [Since there was no immediate danger to your life, the system did not activate any safety protocols.]

    Leon sighed, rubbing his temples. "Damn... I really never noticed anything like that before."

    Shaking his head, he pushed the thought aside and continued walking toward the Blood Seal, determined not to let time itself play tricks on him again.

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    As Leon stepped out of the Timeless Maze''s influence, he took a deep breath. The eerie weight of distorted time finally lifted from his shoulders. His senses returned fully, sharper than ever, and the golden glow of his Miracle Eyes slowly faded.

    Ravina walked beside him, brushing off dust from her coat. "Well, that was still faster than my attempt," she muttered. "Though to you it must''ve felt like minutes."

    Leon cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. "Yeah, and yet it cost me nearly five decades. If I didn''t have those eyes, I wouldn''t even know time passed at all." He glanced at her. "No wonder this seal was considered the most hidden."

    Ravina smirked. "Only the Soul Seal and Blood Seal remain now... and the Blood Seal is next."

    Leon''s expression sharpened. "You said it was the most important one, right?"

    She nodded. "It''s tied directly to your body, your essence. Without it, your vessel can''t endure the combined power of the other seals. Think of it as the core foundation¡ªwithout it, you''ll collapse from within."

    Leon looked at his hand, then clenched it into a fist. "Then we go now. Where is it?"

    Ravina took a breath. "Deep beneath the Ancient Mausoleum. Buried under miles of cursed stone, traps, and rivers of sacrificial blood. The Blood Guardian watches over it¡ªa monster born from war and rage."

    Leon''s lips curved into a dangerous grin. "Perfect. Sounds like my kind of enemy."

    Ravina raised an eyebrow at Leon''s grin. "Try not to enjoy it too much. That place is soaked in agony. Even magic behaves strangely down there."

    Leon''s eyes narrowed. "Let it. I''ve bent worse forces to my will."

    The two made their way toward the desolate cliffs that marked the edge of the Forgotten Valley. Below, hidden from sunlight and buried beneath ages of ruin, lay the Ancient Mausoleum¡ªa structure that pulsed with the quiet thrum of old blood and darker history.

    As they descended through winding paths, Leon held out his hand, summoning a flicker of gold and crimson light. Destruction magic rippled across his knuckles like sparks from a forge, while his blood responded with a low hum, resonating with the air around them.

    "Your blood magic''s reacting already," Ravina noted, keeping pace behind him. "That''s a good sign. The seal must be awakening."

    Leon glanced back, his golden pupils glinting. "Or it knows I''m coming."

    Before them, a stone gate stood embedded in the cliffs, cracked and weathered, but still emanating power. Strange sigils glowed faintly, pulsing with deep red energy.

    Leon approached and ran his fingers across the ancient runes. They flared under his touch¡ªrecognizing something within him. His blood. His magic. His right to enter.

    The gate groaned as it split open, revealing a dark stairway descending into crimson mist.

    They walked in silence, the temperature dropping with every step. Soon, even Ravina''s breath began to mist.

    The silence shattered.

    A thunderous roar echoed through the depths, shaking the stone walls. The ground trembled beneath their feet.

    Leon didn''t flinch.

    "That must be it," Ravina whispered, her voice now cautious.

    Leon raised his hand. Golden aetheric lines spiraled around his fingers, merging with blood-red streams and glimmers of raw destruction. "Good. Let it roar all it wants."

    They reached a vast chamber lit only by the eerie glow of blood pools and flickering torches¡ªset in place, but untouched by time.

    At the center stood a throne of bones and blades. And upon it... the Blood Guardian.

    A towering beast clad in crimson armor, its skin a patchwork of scars and brands, glowing runes pulsing across its chest. Twin blades forged of cursed iron rested on either side of it.

    Its eyes opened¡ªgleaming with pure, ancient rage.

    Leon grinned. "I''ve fought kings, demons, and creatures that shattered mountains. Let''s see what you''ve got."

    And with that, crimson lightning exploded from his palms as he surged forward¡ªdestruction, blood, gold, and aether all roaring in harmony.

    The Blood Guardian rose slowly, each movement rattling the chamber like the shifting of tectonic plates. Its twin blades scraped the ground with a deafening shriek, carving burning grooves into the stone. Runes flared on its armor as it took its first step forward¡ªeach one pulsing like a heartbeat, radiating pressure thick enough to crush lesser mages outright.

    Leon dashed forward before it could make a second move.

    He threw his hand out, and a golden spear of compressed Aether Magic formed in a blink, hissing as it cut through the stale air.

    The guardian raised one massive blade and parried¡ªbut not without a grunt. Aether exploded on impact, blasting chunks of stone from the floor and forcing the beast back a step.

    "Fast," Ravina muttered from behind, standing at the edge of the arena with a hand near her scabbard. "And he hasn''t even used his blood rites yet."

    Leon didn''t stop. His feet lit up with sigils of Gold Magic, letting him flash-step above the guardian''s head. He spun mid-air and launched a wave of Destruction Magic, crackling black-red energy splitting the air like thunder.

    The Guardian snarled and slammed both blades upward¡ªmeeting the spell head-on.

    BOOM!

    The entire mausoleum trembled. Dust and bones flew. But as the haze cleared, the guardian stood firm, steam rising from the cracks in its armor.

    Then, it vanished.

    Leon''s eyes widened. Blood Shift...?

    The Guardian reappeared behind him in a blur of red mist, swinging down with brutal force. Leon barely twisted out of the way, the edge of the blade grazing his shoulder and tearing his coat.

    Blood sprayed¡ªonly to stop mid-air.

    Leon''s blood hovered, then spun into a ring around him as he channeled Blood Magic. The red droplets morphed into spears, then arrows, then a circular shield.

    "Not bad," Leon smirked. "But now it''s my turn."

    He slammed his palm to the ground.

    A giant sigil ignited beneath them¡ªgold, crimson, and void-black interwoven in a trinity of power.

    "Crimson Aegis: Godbreaker Field."

    The Guardian charged, but the moment it crossed the boundary, its movements slowed¡ªjust slightly. Enough.

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    Leon''s eyes burned golden as he raised both hands, shaping a massive javelin of fused magics¡ªits shaft glowed with golden light, veins of blood pulsing through it, and black flames swirling along the tip.

    He hurled it like thunder itself.

    The javelin struck the guardian square in the chest¡ªshattering its armor and sending it crashing into the throne with a roar of pain and fury. Dust and blood-red mist filled the air as the chamber shook violently.

    Ravina raised an arm to shield her face. "Did he...?"

    The dust settled.

    The Blood Guardian still moved¡ªbarely. Down on one knee, chest heaving, it let out one last cry of defiance.

    Leon walked forward calmly, extending his hand.

    From the creature''s chest, a symbol burned into view¡ªthe shape of a heart wrapped in thorny veins, glowing a deep red.

    The Blood Seal.

    It pulsed... once... twice... then launched forward and embedded itself into Leon''s chest.

    He staggered as the Seal''s magic merged with him, carving through muscle, soul, and magic alike. Blood surged through his veins like molten lava, reshaping his essence.

    For a brief second, Leon saw every drop of blood in his body, every spell he could weave through it, every life he could end¡ªor save¡ªwith a single thought.

    He opened his eyes.

    And they were glowing red-gold.

    Ravina stepped forward, cautiously. "You alright?"

    Leon took a breath. Then grinned.

    "Never better. The core''s in place."

    She smiled faintly. "Then it''s time for the last seal. The Soul Seal."

    Leon turned toward the dark exit of the mausoleum, power radiating from his frame like heat.

    "Lead the way."

    As they walked, Ravina occasionally glanced back at Leon, who kept his eyes on the path ahead. Then, with a small flick of her wrist, she said, "Right now, your power is nearing Tier VIII."

    "No wonder I feel so good," Leon replied, flexing his fingers slightly.

    She added with a faint smile, "Though don''t get addicted to it. That power will wash away when you get the Blood King Treasure."

    "The seals will break again after some time and return to its original place," she explained as Leon tilted his head.

    "Huh... If I take the Bloodking treasure, what else will be left there?" he asked.

    "It''s already been cleared twice," she replied, "yet somehow it always reappears. No one really knows how, but even if you get it, it will just respawn. So, don''t worry about it."

    Leon nodded slowly. "Still... I''ll miss these powers if they fade."

    Ravina gave him a look of understanding and nodded in return.

    They had traveled across broken realms, ancient tombs, and cursed blood rivers. And now, at last, they stood before the edge of reality itself.

    The sky had vanished.

    In its place stretched an endless abyss¡ªpitch black, with faint tendrils of ethereal mist swirling through the air like restless spirits. At the very center stood a black monolith, cracked and suspended midair, surrounded by hundreds of slowly orbiting soul orbs¡ªeach pulsing softly, like silent heartbeats.

    "The Void Sanctuary," Ravina whispered, her voice barely audible, as if afraid to disturb the stillness. "This is where the final seal lies... the Soul Seal."

    Leon stepped forward, the ground beneath him shifting into translucent black stone. "And the Keeper of Souls?"

    "He''s always here," she replied, pointing to the hollowed steps leading down into the heart of the sanctuary. "Waiting. Feeding. Watching. It''s not strength alone that defeats him... only attacks imbued with soul-based laws or True Intent can even harm him."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Then it''s a good thing I have a little of that," he muttered, clenching his fist as a faint, fiery pulse of Destruction Law burned to life in his palm. Mixed within the chaotic blaze was a flicker¡ªso small it could easily be missed¡ªa trace of something deeper, purer.

    True Intent.

    Even if only 0.1%, it was enough. Enough to cut through illusions. Enough to pierce soulbound defenses. Enough to stand a chance.

    The moment Leon took a step forward, the sanctuary pulsed. Shadows twisted, and the air grew dense with pressure. A low hum echoed across the void.

    Then he appeared.

    The Keeper of Souls¡ªa towering figure draped in robes of voidsilk, face hidden behind a mask carved from black bone. Chains of weeping spirits wrapped around his limbs like armor, and in his hand, he held a blade made entirely from condensed soul essence, flickering like blue fire.

    "I see you''ve come to claim what does not belong to mortals," the Keeper''s voice echoed, each word laced with ancient weight. "You seek the Soul Seal... then offer your soul as tribute."

    Leon didn''t flinch. Instead, he stepped forward, golden light gleaming faintly in his eyes. "Sorry, I''m only offering a beating."

    He raised his hand¡ªand unleashed a streak of crimson-gold destruction mixed with glimmers of soul-searing light.

    The sanctuary trembled.

    Leon''s first strike¡ªa spear of golden-red destruction magic imbued with the faint flicker of True Intent¡ªshot toward the Keeper like a comet. It collided with his chest, and for a moment, the ghostfire blade trembled in the Keeper''s grasp.

    But then¡ª

    Crack!

    The energy shattered like glass. The Keeper stood unmoved, his mask staring down at Leon with soulless, glowing eyes. The impact barely scorched his robe.

    "Is that all your will can muster?" the Keeper asked, voice devoid of emotion. Then, in a single blur of movement, he vanished.

    Leon''s eyes widened¡ªtoo late.

    CRASH!

    The ghostfire blade slammed into his side, sending him flying like a broken arrow across the void-lit floor. His ribs cracked audibly, and blood sprayed from his mouth midair. He rolled¡ªbarely catching himself with a wall of destruction magic before slamming into the edge of the sanctuary.

    Leon coughed, staggering to one knee. "Fast..."

    The Keeper appeared before him again¡ªsilent, merciless. One slash, two¡ªchains whipped out from the shadows, snaring Leon''s ankle and yanking him back mid-dodge.

    SLASH!

    A deep wound tore across Leon''s back, his coat shredded. Blue-white soulfire singed his skin, and he screamed as the blade burned through his very essence. The damage wasn''t physical¡ªit was spiritual. His vision flickered. His soul shuddered inside his body.

    [Warning: Soul Integrity Falling Below 70%]

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    [Warning: Soul Integrity Falling Below 70%]

    Leon forced himself to his feet, panting, barely able to stay upright. Golden light pulsed dimly in his pupils¡ªhis Miracle Eyes trying to predict, react, survive.

    His thoughts raced.

    "Only 0.1% True Intent... It''s not enough to pierce his soul threads... I''m barely scratching him."

    The Keeper tilted his head, like a reaper observing a dying flame.

    "Your soul burns dimly, outsider. You came bearing pride¡ªbut brought no resolve. Let this be your tomb."

    He lifted his sword high, gathering dozens of soul orbs that fused into the blade. The void screamed with energy as the final strike began.

    Leon gritted his teeth, legs trembling.

    He was at his limit.

    His vision was red.

    Ravina screamed something from the sanctuary edge¡ªbut her voice was drowned out by the storm forming around the Keeper.

    Leon stood tall.

    "...No."

    A faint crackle of red lightning trailed down his arm.

    "...I''m not dying here."

    His blood¡ªhis soul¡ªbegan to boil. The scar across his chest flared with light. His Destruction Magic surged wildly, laced now with traces of Blood Magic and Aether.

    And deeper still...

    Somewhere within the shattered fragments of his being... that flicker of True Intent pulsed.

    Weak.

    But real.

    The final blow fell.

    Leon roared, raising both hands¡ªand pushed everything into one desperate strike.

    Both attacks collided¡ªDestruction and Soulfire clashing in a blinding storm of light and force. The impact created a shockwave that shook the very foundation of the Void Sanctuary. As the energies canceled each other out, Leon stumbled back, pale and breathless.

    "Haaah..." he exhaled, blood dripping from his mouth. His knees buckled slightly as he prepared to activate his mana one more time.

    The Keeper''s sword came down again¡ªan executioner''s strike, fast and merciless.

    But before it could reach him¡ª

    Clang!

    It was blocked.

    A metallic sound rang out, followed by an unnatural stillness. The blade hovered mid-air, held in place by a tendril of darkness.

    Leon''s eyes widened as the tendril curled away, revealing a delicate, cloaked woman standing between him and the Keeper. She wore a long, flowing violet dress, a sheer veil over her face. Her bleeding red eyes glowed softly through the fabric.

    Darkness bloomed around her feet like liquid shadows. The hem of her skirt dragged across the void as she stepped forward, tendrils slithering beneath her. Dozens of blinking eyes opened along the mass of shadow at her back, watching the Keeper like silent judges.

    "To think... once again I''ll create such dangerous and¡ªugly... I mean powerful¡ªcreatures," Leon muttered, smirking weakly as he looked at her.

    "Welcome to the world, Shub-Niggurath."

    The woman tilted her head gently, and from behind the veil, a faint smile formed¡ªjagged, inhuman jade teeth glinting as her shadow shifted into a nightmarish smile of its own. The tendrils twitched, and the blinking eyes narrowed, locking onto the Keeper of Souls.

    Leon''s breath steadied.

    He wasn''t alone anymore.

    "Kill him," Leon commanded, his voice cold despite his labored breaths.

    The woman''s soft smile twisted into something far more sinister.

    "As you wish, my beautiful master," she whispered.

    Shadows around her surged violently, slithering like serpents with jagged tips. A razor-edged tendril lashed out at the Keeper of Souls, slamming into his barrier with a deafening shockwave of Void and Soul energy.

    The Keeper stumbled back, his voice laced with both fury and confusion. "What... are you?"

    Shub-Niggurath''s veil fluttered, her jade teeth gleaming from behind it like a smiling maw of nightmares. Crimson threads danced around her fingertips, moving with eerie grace. Her voice was calm, yet it echoed with the weight of something ancient.

    "Why do you exist in this scarred realm?" the Keeper demanded, recoiling from the aura she exuded.

    "I am my master''s creation," she replied, her tone dark and reverent. "I walk his will. I carry his word. Therefore, I exist."

    Leon watched in silence, breathing heavily as his wounds throbbed. Even now, part of him couldn''t fully understand what she was. Even when he first created a Cthulhu , which at that time he thought was just an summon from higher floor.

    But the truth slowly unraveled in the higher floors.

    He scoured all the libraries of each floor he visited so that he can have the knowledge of all creatures, so that he can create at later, but he also found out no records of Cthulhu . He even asked Angelica, the angelic wife from the tower''s apex¡ªhis supposed soulmate and the highest-ranked ascender he''d ever met.

    Her answer had surprised him.

    "There is no Shub-Niggurath or what even Cthulhu you described to me in this universe. No Cthulhu entities. I''ve reached realms you haven''t even glimpsed, Leon. I would have known."

    And yet, here she stood. Breathing. Moving. Obeying.

    Not summoned.

    Created.

    She was not born from an ancient abyss¡ªshe was born from him.

    From a subconscious mind dancing too close to the edge of forgotten truths. From a brief collision of his 0.1% True Intent and the raw chaotic nature of Destruction magic. He hadn''t pulled her from another plane.

    He had written her into existence.

    A myth born real.

    And now that myth was attacking one of the universe''s oldest guardians... and winning.

    The Keeper''s face twisted in disbelief as the tendrils struck again, tearing through layers of protective soul matter. "This is... blasphemy! Reality doesn''t allow this!"

    Shub''s many hidden eyes opened at once beneath her flowing gown.

    "No," she whispered. "Reality did not allow me. But he did."

    "And that''s all I need," Shub-Niggurath whispered, her many eyes gleaming as she loomed over the dying Keeper of Souls.

    The once-proud guardian was now impaled, suspended in mid-air by her twisting tendrils of shadow and blood. His once-bright form was dimming, withering as the void gnawed at him.

    "You... monster," the Keeper rasped, his voice fading.

    Shub tilted her head, amused. "Not a monster. Just an extension of my master''s will."

    Her tendrils squeezed tighter, slowly, cruelly. Each second dragged his soul closer to collapse, agony painted across every inch of his fading essence.

 Chapter 226: Blood King Treasure XII

    Leon, leaning heavily against a crumbling soul pillar, forced himself to stand straight. His body trembled, his robes torn, and blood dripped from cuts across his torso.

    "Just finish it already," he said hoarsely.

    Shub turned her head slightly toward him, her smile soft and unsettling. "As you command, my beloved."

    With a final flick, her tendrils lanced through the Keeper''s core.

    The ancient guardian let out a broken, echoing cry¡ªthen shattered into countless motes of pale light. A blinding surge of soul energy burst forth, flooding the Void Sanctuary.

    And then¡ª

    The Soul Seal, glowing with infinite complexity, rose from the remnants of the Keeper''s broken form. It pulsed once... then shot forward.

    Straight into Leon''s chest.

    "Guh¡ª!" Leon staggered back as all three seals¡ªthe Timeless Seal, the Blood Seal, and now the Soul Seal¡ªresonated violently within him. Spiraling runes appeared around his body as the seals aligned. The sheer pressure forced the air to distort around him, and for a brief moment, the entire sanctuary fell silent.

    Shub watched quietly as the final energies sank into him. "It is done."

    A faint brand¡ªa sigil formed by the fusion of all three seals¡ªburned itself into Leon''s back, glowing gold with hints of crimson and violet. The air around him vibrated with raw power, yet his aura remained steady.

    Leon exhaled deeply, lowering his head.

    "It''s complete," he muttered. "The Key is whole."

    Ravina walked in cautiously, but paused as Shub''s many eyes shifted toward her. The presence of the eldritch woman¡ªno, that terrifying monster¡ªmade her tense up. Shub''s aura was suffocating, alien, something no normal creature should possess.

    "Aha, yes, you''ve completed it," Ravina said "Now let''s go claim the treasure."

    But the moment she tried to take the lead, Shub suddenly moved to block her, eyes narrowing as her tone dropped into something chilling.

    "Are you giving orders to my master?" she asked coldly.

    Her tendrils twitched as if ready to strike.

    Ravina froze, her heartbeat spiking, but before anything could happen, Leon stepped between them. He grabbed Ravina by the dress and gently pulled her back, placing himself in front of Shub.

    "Stop intimidating others, act like you''re some noble lady from now on, Shub," Leon said, his tone firm.

    Shub paused¡ªthen let out a soft chuckle. Her expression shifted from that bizarrely graceful smile she always wore, a smile filled with teeth far too sharp and too many eyes watching from the folds of her gown into a normal lady like smile, a human lady like.

    "As you wish, my master," she said sweetly, mimicking a normal girl perfectly.

    Leon turned to Ravina. "Go on ahead and lead the way. I''ll follow in a bit."

    Ravina nodded, but not before giving Shub one last wary glance. She began walking forward, glancing back every few steps to make sure Leon wasn''t in danger.

    As Leon turned to walk beside Shub, he sighed. "Damn... I must say, it''ll take time to heal my soul energies, so keep protecting me in this time" Shubh nodded hearing this as seh adede " that''s the reason of my existence Master" she said with sweet smile,

    Ravina, hearing this, looked slightly upset. " here it will help you" She said giving him a Soul mending Potion.

    "You know," she said quietly, "I am sorry for getting you involved in this."

    Leon looked at her from a distance, shrugging " Its okay I participated in it with my own will"

    "I know." Ravina said as they continued to walk.

    "So... she is the reason my beloved master was hurt," Shub-Niggurath mused inwardly, her many eyes narrowing in silent displeasure as she glided behind Leon and Ravina. "Hmph. If not for this incident¡ªif it hadn''t led to my master''s desperate call and thus my very creation¡ªI would have torn her apart in secret and fed her to the void."

    Her thoughts were venomous, yet her expression remained serenely monstrous¡ªa porcelain mask hiding ancient horror.

    She followed behind them quietly... though in truth, her silence was a lie. The shadows around her writhed unnaturally, and her sheer presence killed any living creature foolish enough to wander close. Plants wilted, insects turned to dust, and the very air crackled with something alien. Wherever her veil brushed the ground, the land died, warped beyond nature.

    Ravina shivered. She felt it too¡ªthe monstrous aura that refused to be ignored. Leon, ever composed, seemed unaffected, knowing very well she wouldn''t betray him, though he looked surprised by her devotion as her shadow has expanded in km radius with him as center killing anything that she seem like a threat to him.

    Eventually, they passed through the last of the corrupted sanctuary halls... and emerged onto a massive stone path carved from dark red crystal. Blood mist rose in the air, and the sky above shifted to a permanent twilight, casting long shadows.

    They had arrived.

    Up ahead stood a towering gate¡ªancient, covered in living runes that pulsed like veins.

    Beyond it lay Blood King''s Treasure.

    "We should head to the garden over there," Ravina said as she pointed toward the ancient pagoda in the middle of the blood-red sea lake. "We just have to step near it. The Blood King''s mechanism will identify if we possess the seals. If we do, the path to the Blood King''s Vault will be revealed."

    Leon nodded silently, eyes fixed on the crimson haze swirling above the pagoda.

    As Leon and Ravina stepped onto the blood-hardened path that led toward the crimson lake''s center, the air around them thickened. Each footstep echoed unnaturally, as if the blood itself remembered all who walked upon it.

    Shub-Niggurath followed behind, her long tendrils brushing the edges of reality, dissolving lesser phantoms and twisted remnants that tried to form near them. Despite her monstrous aura, she remained silent, gaze fixed on Leon like a predator watching its treasure.

    As they reached the edge of the pagoda''s foundation, a tremor shook the lake.

    CRACK.

    The blood beneath their feet pulsed like a living heart. The waters split momentarily, revealing an intricate seal beneath the surface¡ªten concentric rings, each etched with ancient Blood Script.

    Ravina stepped back. "It''s reacting."

 Chapter 227: Blood King Treasure XIII

    Ravina stepped back. "It''s reacting."

    From the seal, ghostly projections rose¡ªimages of Leon''s past trials. The Earth Trial. The Shadow Trial. The Keeper of Souls. Each seal hovered, glowing brighter as they took position within their respective ring.

    Suddenly¡ª

    CLANG.

    A pillar of obsidian and crimson light erupted from the center of the pagoda, spiraling into the heavens, parting the stormy sky.

    Then, the gate appeared.

    It wasn''t a door in the traditional sense, but a massive blood-stained archway hovering in midair. Bones and chains hung from its curved form, and something old... ancient stirred behind it.

    Ravina gritted her teeth. "The Vault''s opened. But something''s... wrong."

    From within the arch, a monstrous eye blinked open. Bloodshot. Watching.

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "This place... is alive."

    A voice, guttural and regal, echoed from the void within.

    "You who hold my seals... step forward. Prove you are worthy of my legacy, or become part of it."

    The Vault was not unguarded.

    From the archway, a massive armored figure emerged¡ªat least twelve feet tall. Its body was carved of dark blood-crystal, veins glowing like lava beneath. A crown of nails adorned its head. And in its hand, it carried a greatsword made of living flesh and bone, constantly screaming.

    The First Blood King.

    Shub stirred, but Leon raised a hand. "No. This one''s mine."

    Ravina opened her mouth to protest, but stopped when she saw the glint in Leon''s eyes.

    He stepped forward alone, summoning his Destruction, Aether, and Blood magic. His form shimmered with barely contained power. This fight would test everything.

    And deep within him, the Soul Seal pulsed¡ªfreshly awakened, whispering one truth:

    "This is where Kings are born... or broken."

    "You''re alive?" Leon paused, eyes narrowing at the seal before him.

    The Soul Seal pulsed, then spoke in a deep, resonant voice, "Each seal is made by me¡ªcrafted from parts of my soul, my body, and my affinities."

    Leon stepped closer, realization dawning. "You... you''re the First Blood King."

    The Soul Seal nodded. "Yes."

    Leon frowned. "Ravina said something about this being abnormal. So you must be behind it."

    The seal''s voice softened but held firm authority. "Yes. The trials are meant only for vampires of my bloodline. Not outsiders."

    There was a tense pause before the seal added, almost solemnly, "But... if you overcome it, you can earn twice the reward."

    Leon raised a brow. "Twice?"

    "Normally, one may choose any three items from the vault," the seal explained. "But if you defeat this trial... you may pick six."

    The seal faded, and the space shifted. A massive, circular arena unfolded from the blood-soaked ground. Crimson energy surged as the Blood Guardian emerged¡ªa towering phantom of the First Blood King in his Tier III prime, when he had once sacrificed his soul to guard the vault.

    Leon cracked his neck, his voice calm and confident. "Alright then..."

    Ravina and Shub-Niggurath were forcibly pushed back by a surge of ancient energy, barriers forming around the arena. The field was now sealed.

    Only Leon remained.

    He stood alone, eyes locked on the Blood Guardian¡ªhis own power rising to meet it.

    The Blood Guardian moved like a crimson blur, faster than any undead Leon had faced before. Its body flickered in and out like a mirage of blood and soul, its eyes burning with ancient fury.

    Leon raised his hand, drawing in mana¡ªhis aura flaring a deep black-violet as fragments of Destruction Law crackled through his skin.

    "Let''s see how a shadow of the past handles the present," Leon muttered, dashing forward.

    Their first clash shook the entire arena.

    The Guardian''s spectral greatsword met Leon''s condensed destruction blade¡ªan explosion of crimson and void erupted, sending shockwaves across the sealed battlefield. Leon gritted his teeth as he was pushed back, his feet grinding against the blood-stained floor.

    "Haaah..." he exhaled sharply, flicking his fingers to dispel the backlash. "He''s stronger than the Keeper... this body is forged from Soul and Blood essence. No wonder this is the final seal."

    The Blood Guardian charged again, its strikes relentless. Each swing carried memories¡ªechoes¡ªof the First Blood King''s fury, pride, and legacy. Leon ducked, weaved, and countered where he could, but every clash chipped away at him.

    After a particularly brutal strike, Leon was flung into one of the arena''s pillars. Blood trickled from the side of his mouth.

    The Guardian didn''t stop.

    It appeared before Leon mid-air, ready to finish it. Its blade surged with blood fire¡ªbut¡ª

    CLANG!

    Leon blocked with both arms crossed, mana erupting violently.

    "I won''t lose," Leon said through clenched teeth, his irises glowing faintly with a golden hue.

    Then, behind him¡ªShub-Niggurath stirred. Though sealed outside the arena, her tendrils coiled, reacting to his pain. Her eyes narrowed at the Guardian.

    "If I were allowed in... I''d turn that phantom into dust..." she whispered coldly.

    Ravina, however, was watching silently. Her grip on her soul-pendant tightened.

    Back in the arena, Leon growled low. "You''re made of soul and blood... right? Then let''s see how you handle this."

    He focused all remaining energy into one palm.

    "Soul Burn ¨C Crimson Reversal!"

    A black and red flame burst from his hand, slamming into the Guardian''s blade just as it struck again. The flame surged into the spectral figure, eating at the blood essence that made it whole.

    The Guardian staggered¡ªits body glitching violently.

    Leon didn''t stop. He spun midair, driving his foot into the Guardian''s chest, blasting it back. The arena trembled.

    "I''ve seen your legacy," Leon said, walking slowly toward the faltering figure. "But I''m not here to be your shadow."

    "I''m here... to surpass you."

    The Guardian let out a final cry, part roar, part whisper¡ªa silent nod of acknowledgment¡ªas it cracked down the middle. Its form shattered into thousands of blood-petals, vanishing into the air.

    Silence fell.

    The seals around the arena dissolved.

    Shub and Ravina rushed forward¡ªbut not before the last of the blood petals gathered in Leon''s hand and formed a key¡ªno, a crest glowing with power.

    "You have passed the final trial. You may now enter the Vault of the First Blood King."

    Leon panted slightly, but his eyes gleamed.

    "...Six treasures, huh?"

    He glanced at Shub, who was watching him with something deeper than pride¡ªpossessiveness, even.

    Then at Ravina, who couldn''t hide the concern and awe in her eyes.

    The path to the vault opened before them, lined with blood crystals and ancient runes.

    Leon stepped forward.

    "Let''s go and get our treasures," Leon said as they walked into the grand hall. The room was massive, with countless pillars and a wide variety of items placed on glowing pedestals. Each pedestal had a faint description, though some of the texts were too ancient to read clearly.

    "Here it is¡ªthe Blood Ascension Pill!" Ravina gasped as her eyes landed on a crimson bead-like pill radiating power. "This is what I want."

    "We did say we''d each pick something," Leon smiled, walking over to the pedestal. He gracefully picked up the pill and handed it to her.

    "Here, it''s yours."

    Ravina accepted it with a soft smile. "Thank you..."

    [You have donated Blood Ascension Pill.]

    [ You have gained.....]

    Leon chuckled as he saw the message and gave it away without hesitation, still smiling.

    "Now, what else should I choose?" Leon mumbled as he scanned the remaining treasures.

    Shubh stepped forward, her voice soft yet firm.

    "This time, Master... please take this. It will help you," she said, pointing to a dimly glowing item resting on a dark pedestal. It looked unremarkable¡ªjust a dull mineral¡ªbut the label beneath it simply read:

    "Even the Blood King doesn''t of its existence."

    Leon raised a brow. "So... you know what it is?"

    Shubh nodded. "Yes, Master. That is a drop of Origin Essence, hidden inside this seemingly worthless mineral. If you drink it, you will gain another First-Class Affinity."

    She continued explaining, her tone reverent,

    "Affinities are divided into classes. Third-Class are elements like metal variants¡ªlike your gold affinity. Second-Class includes more refined types like blood and aether. And First-Class... those are extremely rare: Destruction, Creation, Void, and others like them. Time, Space, Life, and Death are also considered closer to First-Class in rarity and power."

    Leon nodded, absorbing the knowledge.

    "So far, I only have one First-Class Affinity¡ªDestruction. Then Blood and Aether as Second-Class... and Gold as a Third-Class metal variant."

    He looked down at the mineral again.

    "...Getting another First-Class Affinity would definitely be worth it."

    "So, it was this... What a pity. If I had known, I would''ve used it long ago," said the Soul Seal, its voice filled with faint regret.

    Leon simply nodded and took the item in hand.

    "Open it," he said, handing it to Shubh.

    She gave a respectful nod, then effortlessly cracked the outer shell. A shimmering drop of multi-colored liquid was revealed¡ªradiating a subtle, mysterious power.

    "Here it is, Master," she said, respectfully offering it back.

    Leon took it calmly and placed it into his inventory, already planning ahead.

    He wasn''t going to use it directly. Not this time.

 Chapter 228: Blood King Treasure XIV

    Leon took it calmly and placed it into his inventory, already planning ahead.

    He wasn''t going to use it directly. Not this time.

    He intended to donate it¡ªto trade it in for Quantity Rebate and gain 50 of such Orgoin Essence Drops.

    On the othe rhand if he use Quality Rebate he might get only one item though it can awaken three - Five First Class Affinities, but in this case its not worth its , its 50 against 5 , so this time Leon is planning to go with Quantity rebate,

    "Shubh, find me other valuable items here in the treasury," he said.

    Shubh nodded. Her shadow expanded, filled with blood-red eyes as she carefully examined each item placed on the altars. After a minute, she retracted her shadows and spoke:

    "Master, there are a total of three more such worthy items."

    Leon grabbed them all without hesitation.

    "Now, only one choice remains," the Soul Seal said.

    Leon nodded. He could pick any six items from here. So far, he had already taken the Blood Ascension Pill, the Origin Essence Drop, and the three others¡ªwhich were a mythical skill, an legendary crafting material, and a longsword imbued with blood energy.

    "What''s the last item I should take?" he muttered, walking slowly as he inspected each altar.

    After several hours, he finally made his decision¡ªmuch to the Soul Seal''s dismay.

    "I''m taking this one," he said, reaching out toward it.

    "Another enigmatic one," the Soul Seal muttered. "This vault is basically filled with treasures I never used... or ones I couldn''t understand or study. I just stored them here."

    Now, Leon had two such enigmatic items.

    "I don''t know what that old-looking branch is," the Soul Seal admitted, "but it radiated such powerful resonance that I decided to keep it sealed away. Since you''re being mysterious yourself... care to tell me what it is?"

    Leon nodded calmly. "It''s a branch of Yggdrasil."

    "No way... Yggdrasil!!" the Soul Seal gasped, gulping like a normal living being for the first time.

    The Soul Seal trembled slightly, its form flickering as if shaken by the very name.

    "Do you even understand what you''re holding, Leon?" it asked, voice half in awe, half in fear.

    Leon simply smirked. "Of course. The World Tree. Yggdrasil¡ªroots that stretch across dimensions, branches that touch the stars. A source of life, memory, and cosmic order."

    Shubh stepped closer, eyes wide with fascination. "Master... even fragments of Yggdrasil are considered divine relics. Some use them to forge living weapons, others to unlock entire realms."

    Leon gently brushed his fingers along the bark of the branch. It pulsed faintly in response, as if recognizing him.

    "This one''s alive," he said. "Dormant, but alive."

    The Soul Seal hesitated. "You''re either blessed by fate... or cursed. That branch could allow you to create a new world seed. Maybe even anchor a realm to yourself. But..."

    "But if misused, it could corrupt or consume its bearer," Leon finished, nodding. "Yes. I know. That''s why I''ll store it for now¡ªuntil I''m ready."

    He turned back toward the exit of the vault, six powerful artifacts now stored safely in his inventory:

    Blood Ascension Pill

    Drop of Origin Essence

    Phantom Sword of the Crimson Hunger

    Elder Myth Crafting Core

    Skill Crystal: Shadow Tempest Dance

    Yggdrasil''s Branch

    As the heavy doors began to shut behind him, the Soul Seal whispered, "May the blood of kings and the root of gods not clash within you, Leon... or the world will bleed for it."

    "How much time do we have left?" Leon asked, stepping out of the vault as the vast space behind him vanished, the garden restoring itself to its ancient, serene form. The seals dimmed one by one, returning to their original places¡ªready once more to wait for another worthy inheritor.

    Ravina glanced at the fading blood mist around the pagoda, her eyes narrowing. "Not long. The Blood King''s Mechanism is resetting. We should leave within the next fifteen minutes or we''ll be trapped inside for another decade."

    Shubh floated beside Leon, her shawl slowly retracting. "Master, I''ve already marked the exit pathway with my blood thread. We can follow it back without delay."

    Leon nodded, still feeling the immense weight of the treasures he had taken. Each one pulsed softly in his storage¡ªreminders of the path he''d chosen.

    "Let''s go," he said quietly.

    The Blood Vault faded behind them, sealing itself with a final thrum that echoed like the heartbeat of an ancient king.

    Coming out of the garden, Leon looked up at the line of moons in the sky. In this world, there were three moons, and each month, they aligned in a single line. From the start of month to the end of the month, they once again align¡ªit marked the duration of the Blood King Tournament.

    "Only four days are left now," he said, as Ravina mumbled, "I''ll be going then. Best of luck. Now only two princes remain¡ªand except the last one, you''ve hidden¡ªso it''s down to those two. Don''t get caught up in a drawn-out fight, because you''re equal in strength now. You might need a lot of time to defeat just one."

    She paused, then shrugged slightly. "Though I was going to say that... with that monster at your side, you don''t need to worry." She said the last part, casting a sideways glance at Shubh.

    "See ya," she said, leaving as Leon simply nodded in return.

    "I guess I''ll just lay low somewhere, waiting for time to pass," he said, heading back to a hidden hideout he had created¡ªone that no one could reach easily. There, he simply meditated in silence.

    After four days, Fireward sent off the signal, marking the end of the Blood King Tournament.

    Leon came out as the portal was opened allowing them to leave the Blood King Island.

    Back in the Gravis Kingdom, Leon watched the coronation of the new queen from a high balcony as the ceremony commenced. It was Millim''s Second the eldest sister, now crowned the new Blood Queen, her presence radiating immense power¡ªclearly having risen to the Peak Powerhouse tier.

    "No power comes without cost... she''s been elevated to the next level here," Leon murmured, his sharp eyes noticing the faint traces of exhaustion and guilt in the new queen''s expression.

    She had achieved this strength by slaughtering her own siblings. Maybe it happened during the chaos on the Blood King''s island¡ªbut regardless of the reason, that bloodstained past could never be erased. It would always haunt her... something she could never forget.

    ***

    "I missed it," Leon said to no one in particular as he exhaled deeply, letting the air fill his lungs. He was back on the tenth floor. Stretching a little, he added, "I guess now''s the time to go ahead and pass the trial."

    He dusted off his coat and stepped forward. The familiar faces of Roman, Roselia, Naval, and Liliana stood nearby, waiting.

    "Uh... where''s Millie?" Leon asked, noticing her absence.

    They paused for a second before Roselia replied calmly, "She''s not feeling well and is sleeping."

    Leon simply nodded, then clenched his fist slightly as he said, "I''m set now. I''ll finish the rest and continue ascending."

    "I''ve spent enough time here," he added, and the others nodded in silent agreement¡ªeach one ready to face what came next.

    "Let''s go then," Roselia said, her tone steady and composed.

    Leon nodded in return, and with a simple gesture, he created the rift, the swirling energy responding to his will. One by one, his group stepped through it, disappearing into the glowing portal as they will wait here until Leon complete the Trial.

    They didn''t all need to fight¡ªif Leon alone complete it, that alone would be enough.

    After descending into the lake-depths, he arrived at the Ascend Association, where the place had already been prepared for the next trial. The atmosphere was heavy, not from danger, but from expectation.

    Leon was not alone here as there are many others too waiting for the trial to start too.

    "Okay, we have everyone here," said the guider, scanning the gathered group with a nod. After another hour, even the last of the participants had arrived.

    "Now the trial will start. Just like during the tutorial, step into the circle, select your trial difficulty, and then you''ll be sent to the trial location."

    The glowing circle at the center of the platform pulsed with energy, ready to transport each challenger to their chosen fate. The air buzzed with tension, anticipation, and quiet determination.

    One by one, everyone stepped into the trial circle and began their individual challenges. Finally, it was Leon''s turn. As he walked forward, his expression remained focused. Once again, he chose the highest difficulty¡ªthe insane difficulty.

    The world around him shimmered and then faded to white. When his vision cleared, he found himself standing in a familiar setting.

    "No way," Leon muttered under his breath.

    Leon looked at the Dungeon, he is in, it was the same Dungeon he entered while trying to improve the Blue Wind City in his Tutorial Trial, at that time he was raiding it to acquire more resources, but by chance he completed the hidden Quest and end up leaving directly from here, yet now he is back in this Trial World.

    Leon then looked at the ground founding a corpse, the Corpse of the Azure Demon , the hidden boss he and Roselia have defeated together at that time.

    Leon touched the corpse as he muttered " its still warm, blood is also flowing, which means I have returned at the exact time I had left"

 Chapter 229: Back in Tower

    Leon touched the corpse and muttered, "It''s still warm. Blood is still flowing... which means I''ve returned at the exact moment I left."

    He stepped out of the hidden dungeon, and just outside the entrance, he found four unconscious figures¡ªthe other four adventurers who had been with him in the Abyss Dungeon.

    A smile appeared on Leon''s face as he saw them. Just then, the ground rumbled, and a monstrous wave of water surged toward them.

    "Flood!!" Dren shouted, suddenly waking up in a panic.

    Lyric, the rogue, leapt to her feet, eyes darting around as she instinctively reached for her daggers. Kara stirred next, quickly grabbing her massive shield and bracing herself. Lastly, Marian opened her eyes and swiftly cast a golden barrier around herself.

    "Relax, it was me," Leon said as the wave dissipated. He stood before them, his presence calm but commanding.

    Dren rushed at him, clinging dramatically. "W-Whoa! We thought you died!" he cried.

    Leon casually kicked him away. "Get off me, idiot."

    "It''s good to see you''re alive," Lyric said with a smirk, the others nodding in agreement, relieved.

    "But... where is Lady Roselia?" Marian asked, looking around and not seeing the tall, regal figure.

    "She''s resting. She got injured, so she''ll be out for a while," Leon replied.

    They nodded, understanding. Being one of Leon''s trusted companions, Roselia could hide herself or rest somewhere safe when needed. No one questioned her absence further¡ªthey trusted Leon''s words.

    "Let''s go back. Lady Luna will be waiting for our return," said Dren, smiling.

    Marian nodded, and the others followed. "We got a lot from that dungeon. We thought it was just a forgotten ruin, but it turned out to be filled with mana crystals. We''ll be rich selling them all," Lyric added, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

    "Yeah, let''s get it handled," Leon said with a small smile¡ªonly for it to vanish as five Liches suddenly appeared in front of them.

    "Get them!" one of the Liches hissed telepathically, their eyes glowing and mana surging as they prepared for battle.

    "Whoa! Lord Leon is acting fast!" Dren shouted, watching Leon already moving before they could react.

    Marian, however, felt a strange chill as she stared at the Liches¡ªand at Leon. "Sir Leon... has changed," she whispered to herself.

    He looked the same, fought the same, and spoke the same... yet something was different. Whatever had happened in that hidden dungeon¡ªit had touched something deep inside him.

    But Marian kept those thoughts to herself... for now.

    Leon easily killed all those Liches as they were merely tier II Liches.

    "Where did they come from?" Leon asked, eyes narrowing as the Liches fell one by one under his group''s assault.

    Dren scratched his head and replied, "Have you forgotten? The Abyss Dungeon just keeps resetting. In 24 hours, it''ll be back to normal again. I think we triggered more enemies when we exited from the hidden side. Most of the stronger ones are already reawakened."

    Leon nodded, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "That just means more loot, then," he said as he dashed forward again, slicing through another undead with ease. The group quickly cleaned up the last of the enemies and began their return.

    As they stepped out of the darkened forest path, a familiar sight welcomed them¡ªtall towers, bustling streets, and high stone walls bathed in the glow of the setting sun.

    "Bluewind City..." Leon murmured, his voice touched with nostalgia. "I missed it."

    "Hoh! Are you really that in love with Lady Luna that just a week of absence is enough to make you sentimental?" Dren laughed, nudging Leon with his elbow.

    Leon just smiled faintly, not saying a word.

    Lyric whistled. "Oof, look at that expression. That''s the face of a man who''s already married in his heart."

    Kara chuckled. "Let''s not tease too much. He did carry us through the Abyss Dungeon, remember?"

    Leon finally spoke, his tone calm. "It''s not just her. This city... it holds too many memories. Good ones. Ones worth protecting."

    The group quieted down for a moment, letting the weight of his words settle in as they approached the city gates.

    As they reached the gates, they were surprised to find Luna standing there with other knights of the city awaiting them.

    "Welcome back, hero of Blue Wind City, Sir Leon," Luna said with a bright smile, bowing slightly in respect.

    Leon frowned in confusion as cheers erupted around him. Luna approached, her expression filled with warmth.

    "What is this?" Leon asked, bewildered by the reception.

    Luna chuckled softly, clasping her hands together. "We already know. Thanks to you, Sir Leon, the menace of the Abyss Dungeon has been eradicated. The dungeon is now safe to enter without fear of endless spawning monsters. Your name will be remembered as the one who restored peace."

    Leon raised a brow, skeptical. "How do you know this already?"

    Luna glanced over her shoulder as if hesitant to answer. "Oh, it was due to¡ª"

    Before she could finish, a soft laugh interrupted them. Leon turned, his gaze landing on a figure emerging from the shadows¡ªa stunning woman with a seductive aura. Her black wings and piercing red eyes gave away her true nature.

    "Who are you?" Leon asked, his tone sharp as his hand instinctively moved toward his weapon.

    The woman chuckled, bowing gracefully. "I am Myria, one of the seven seats under the Great Demon Lord of the Daemon Continent," she said smoothly, her voice laced with power.

    "And what do you need?" Leon asked, his tone calm but wary as his Miracle Eyes scanned everyone present. Hmm... no one is being controlled, he noted silently.

    "Nothing," Myria replied with a teasing smile. "I just wanted to see my childhood friend."

    Leon raised an eyebrow as he led her aside, still keeping a close eye on her.

    "I don''t have any Succubus as a childhood friend," Leon said coldly.

    Myria giggled, and in that moment, he noticed the subtle shift in the air¡ªthe faint release of charm magic. It was elegant, nearly undetectable, but Leon''s senses were far too sharp to be fooled.

    She isn''t just any Succubus, Leon realized. She''s a higher-tier one... and that charm wasn''t ordinary.

    Myria tilted her head, smirking as if enjoying the game.

    "Oh, but memories can be so tricky, can''t they?" she whispered.

    Leon''s eyes narrowed. He didn''t know what game she was playing yet¡ªbut he was ready.

    "My memories are fine. Speak¡ªwho are you?" Leon said firmly.

    Luna, the City Lord of Blue Wind City, who had once welcomed Myria''s approach thinking she was familiar with Leon, now frowned. Hearing Myria claim such a close bond made her reconsider. The moment Myria declared herself a childhood friend, Luna realized how deeply mistaken she might have been fooled.

    "Knights, be ready," she ordered sharply, and two knights flanked her, weapons drawn but waiting.

    Myria stood her ground, unfazed.

    "I am Myria, childhood friend of Roselia of Deception," she said confidently.

    Leon''s Miracle Eyes flickered faintly as he watched her. She''s not lying, he thought, surprised by the truth behind her words.

    He slowly raised his hand in a calming gesture.

    "Luna, stand down for now," he said calmly. "Let''s not escalate things. If what she says is true, we need to talk."

    Luna reluctantly lowered her hand, signaling the knights to ease up. But her eyes remained fixed on Myria, full of caution.

    Leon turned back to Myria. "If you''re really here for a conversation, let''s go somewhere private. But if you''re hiding anything..." His voice trailed off, the warning in it clear as day.

    Myria smiled softly. "Then I hope you''re ready to hear things you''ve long forgotten, Leon."

    Leon didn''t say anything as they returned quietly. On the way back, he glanced over the city.

    To his surprise, he noticed many changes.

    There were no more dividing walls between districts. The poor and the rich now walked the same streets. Nobles mingled freely with common folk. Merchants, children, and even former street beggars appeared cheerful and well-fed.

    It was clear¡ªthe city had changed under Luna''s rule.

    The last lord had ruled through fear. People had lived day to day, terrified of punishment or death.

    But now... many faces held smiles. Laughter echoed in alleys that once only knew silence.

    Leon smiled as he saw all of this.

    Leon allowed a faint smile as he took in the sights. The transformation was undeniable. The city felt alive again, but this time with hope and unity, rather than the fear that had once overshadowed it.

    "Impressive," Leon muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the bustling streets. Luna had truly done something remarkable here, bringing prosperity to a place that once lived in shadows. The air felt lighter, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from the city.

    Luna walked beside him, her face unreadable, but her eyes held a quiet pride. "It''s not perfect yet, but we''re getting there. One step at a time," she said, her voice low, but with a certain conviction.

    "I can see that," Leon replied, his tone softer than usual. "You''ve done well."

    "Thank you," she said with a small nod, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes, something unspoken.

    The two continued through the city in silence, each lost in their thoughts as the people around them went about their day. The streets were lively, filled with merchants selling their wares, children playing, and families enjoying a peaceful afternoon. The once darkened city now seemed to glow with potential.

    As they approached the castle, Leon felt a sense of relief. Despite the challenges ahead, he couldn''t help but appreciate the progress. It was clear that Luna was more than capable of leading.

    "Shall we continue inside?" Luna asked, breaking the silence.

    Leon nodded. "Lead the way."

    The gates of the castle opened, and they entered, ready to face whatever the next chapter held.

 Chapter 230: Blue Wind City

    The castle interior had changed too. Once cold and filled with stone echoes, it now radiated warmth. Banners of deep blue and silver hung from tall pillars, and golden sunlight streamed in through stained glass windows depicting scenes of unity, courage, and rebirth. Guards stood straighter, servants moved with purpose, and nobles bowed respectfully as Leon passed.

    He could tell this wasn''t out of fear¡ªit was out of respect.

    In the throne hall, a grand circular table was already prepared. Luna took her seat at the center, with Leon at her right. The other seats slowly filled with trusted knights, advisors, and key figures from the city. Among them was Dren, his usual carefree grin slightly more serious than usual, and Marian, quiet but ever-watchful.

    Roselia wasn''t present¡ªstill recovering¡ªbut Myria stood near the back, arms crossed, her eyes locked on Leon.

    "I''ve called this gathering," Luna began, her voice calm yet firm, "because while peace has returned to Blue Wind City... we all know it won''t last forever."

    Murmurs spread among those gathered.

    "We''ve made enemies," she continued. "Dark forces stirred when Sir Leon entered the Abyss Dungeon... and now that he has returned, stronger, they will surely come seeking us again."

    Leon quietly sat as he watched Luna take command. Blue Wind City was vast, and it bordered the Dread Forest¡ªand acted as a wall that prevented monsters from pouring into the kingdom. That''s why even though it was designated a Margrave territory, it is at least on par with a Duke''s in power and responsibility.

    With many retainers and forces stationed here... things had changed since the last time Leon was here.

    The first time Leon came to this city, the territory was steeped in stone silence and ruled by a lord who had usurped the last Margrave, driving Luna¡ªthe true heiress¡ªand her younger sister Millie into exile. At that time, Leon helped Luna reclaim her status as the rightful Margrave and restore Blue Wind City to order.

    After that, his next trial was to raid the Abyss Dungeon and gather crucial supplies for the declining city. Following that, he was meant to seek out allies from across the land¡ªnecessary preparations to survive the Annual Blue Wave, a monstrous tide of creatures that attacked the city every year.

    But Leon... defied expectations.

    Instead of merely surviving the Blue Wave, he killed the demon responsible for orchestrating it, effectively ending the threat before it could strike. In doing so, he completed his trial ahead of schedule, skipping many others that had yet to come.

    Now that he has returned once again, the city is filled with powerful individuals¡ªheroes, warriors, and strategists¡ªmany of whom recognize him. In their memories, he was the one who recruited them to defend Blue Wind City. And now, without even intending it, Leon is the Commander of all the forces within the city.

    ...These were the trials he was supposed to face eventually. But fate¡ªand power¡ªaccelerated them.

    Now, with his return, the trials resume once more. The next one lies ahead: ensuring the survival of Blue Wind City in the face of a terrifying threat¡ª

    The Mad Demon King, who seeks to unite the world under a single, destructive will.

    This... is the highest-tier Insane Difficulty Trial.

    Soon the meeting ended as everyone went to do their own work.

    Leon stood on the balcony, overlooking the vast city below.

    "You look different," came a sudden voice behind him. It was Luna, stepping quietly beside him.

    "Different?" he asked, glancing her way.

    "I mean... you are Leon, yet you seem more mature. As if you''ve gone through so many things..." She paused, her eyes scanning his face. "And yet, at the same time, you still have those mischievous eyes. I don''t know what happened to you."

    "Maybe," Leon answered. She was right. It had been over five years since he left this world¡ªthe Trial World, the Tower that had crafted for him insane challenges. Yet now, he was back here, the place where his journey first began.

    "I''ve lost some memories," he said.

    Luna''s eyes widened. "What!?"

    "How are you alright?" she asked as she touched his face.

    "The Demon was strong , I had to go all out to defeat him, during that fight I was also heavily injured leading me to loose some memories," he said.

    Though it wasn''t entirely the truth, it was a good excuse¡ªto explain how come he don''t know about the allies he has personally recruited.

    " How much memory you have lost?"

    She asked as she looked at him.

    "The last memory I have is from the time when I was going for the Abyss Dungeon raid with Roselia and the others," he said. Luna nodded, and she began to ask a few more questions...

    Unbeknownst to them, someone was eavesdropping, hidden in the shadows.

    Myria.

    She was carefully listening, a wicked smile curling on her lips as she heard Leon mention that he had to go out to fight the Azure Demon.

    "So, he''s weaker than we thought," Myria mumbled, as she relayed the news back to the Daemon Continent. She sent word that they should proceed with the raid. Leon had returned, but he was weaker¡ªat least according to their intelligence.

    It was all a misunderstanding, due to Leon''s excuse. For Leon, it was a sweet little lie. But for Myria and the other demons raising their plans against the city¡ªit turned out to be a grave mistake.

    One they would come to regret in the future.

    ***

    The Daemon Continent of Demons and the Human Continent Avalon are divided by two extremes: on one side lies the Dread Forest, which is mostly located on the Human continent Avalon, and on the other side lies the Dread Sea, which mostly borders the Daemon coast.

    Just as Blue Wind City serves as a wall to prevent monsters from entering the Human Kingdom, Redlight City on the Daemon side is a fortress that defends against invasions from the creatures of the Dread Sea.

    And the one who leads Redlight City is none other than one of the Ten Demon Lords¡ªthe Demon Lord of Lust, Asmodeus.

    He had just sensed the message sent by Myria, whom he had dispatched to gather information. The message confirmed what he had hoped for: that one of the Seven Demon Lords¡ªthe Demon Lord of Wrath, the Azure Demon¡ªwas killed.

    And not only that... he was slain by a human named Leon, a human who possesses enough power to defeat a Demon Lord. However, the report also stated that Leon is now weak after the battle.

    A cold smirk curled on Asmodeus'' lips.

    "It''s the perfect time to strike... and secure a strategic position," he said, eyes glowing with ambition.

    "How is the route to the Human Continent being secured?" Asmodeus asked his butler, Red.

    "Master, we have secured the sea route using the monsters of the Deep Abyss," Red replied respectfully. "Now, only the Dread Forest and its outer walls remain. Our troops can soon cross both barriers and reach the first human city¡ªBlue Wind City."

    Asmodeus grinned, his eyes gleaming. "Good."

    "How much time will it take?" he asked, turning toward Red once more.

    Red bowed slightly. "Master, just another three months."

    Asmodeus looked out into the distance, his voice calm but full of fire. "Ahaha... We''ve been carving out this sea route for over three years. Three more months is nothing."

    "In those three months, I will ensure the Demon Lords have established their foothold on the Human Continent," he said confidently, and Red nodded in acknowledgment.

    "All according to the will of the Great Demon King," Asmodeus said with a wicked smile.

    The others in the hall, cloaked figures and demon commanders alike, echoed in unison:

    "All according to the will of the Great Demon King."

    Their voices rumbled like thunder, reverberating through the black marble walls of the fortress deep within the Red Light City. The air grew heavier, charged with demonic energy, as if the world itself trembled under that name.

    Asmodeus sat back on his throne, fingers steepled beneath his chin, eyes gleaming crimson.

    "Soon... this world will bow."

    ***

    Back at Blue Wind City...

    The warm sun bathed the city in golden light as Luna gently tugged Leon by the arm, guiding him through the bustling streets of Blue Wind City. Children laughed as they played by the fountains, market stalls were alive with chatter and the scent of fresh bread and spices, and guards in polished armor patrolled with relaxed ease¡ªa stark contrast to the city''s past.

    "This used to be where the old barracks stood," Luna said with a soft smile, pointing to a building now converted into a public school. "You helped rebuild it. After the siege... you made it a priority to invest in the people."

    Leon looked around, eyes scanning the familiar-yet-distant architecture.

    "I did...?" he muttered, more to himself than her.

    Luna nodded. "You were different then¡ªstill reckless, but kind. Passionate. You inspired people, Leon. That hasn''t changed."

    Leon nodded just though inwardly he was worrying ''When this will it end?'' he thought as he looked at Luna ''I guess not soon''.

 Chapter 231: Back in the Trial World

    In the end, Luna had taken Leon on a tour through the entire town. As the day wore on, Leon began to grow visibly frustrated.

    "Luna," he finally said, stopping in his tracks, "no matter what you do... I can never regain those memories."

    "What do you mean?" she asked, tilting her head, concern in her eyes.

    Leon hesitated, then tried to come up with a good excuse¡ªone that could explain everything without raising too many questions.

    "It''s because... I used my memories as a sacrifice to defeat the demon," he said at last.

    Luna blinked, surprised. "Haah... you should''ve just said that from the start. We wasted an entire day!" she sighed, slightly annoyed.

    But then she chuckled, looking away as a small smile formed on her lips. ''Hehe... at least I can think of it as a date now,'' she thought to herself.

    Leon smiled faintly as he led her back, neither of them speaking the thought that lingered in both their hearts.

    Days passed as Leon continued to learn about the recruits present in Blue Wind City. There were a total of nine powerhouses currently residing there.

    Each of them was either a reclusive hermit or someone who had yet to fully awaken their true potential. The original trial after the Abyss Dungeon was meant to help guide and recruit them, but since Leon skipped that part of the trial, he hadn''t approached them before.

    However, over the following week, he managed to meet and learned about all of them, since they were automatically recruited after he skipped those trials so he learned everything about them in that week.

    1. Varic the Stoneblade

    Background: A former mercenary commander who lost his squad in a border war. He wandered into seclusion, blaming himself, until Luna found him.

    Abilities: Wields a massive claymore infused with earth magic. His skill Titan''s Guard creates impenetrable stone barriers, and Seismic Rend can shatter the ground across a battlefield.

    2. Ayra Windveil

    Background: Once a royal mage in the capital, she was exiled for refusing to participate in political corruption.

    Abilities: A master of wind and illusion magic. Her Phantom Gale creates mirror images in a storm, while Tempest Dance can cut through armies with blades of wind.

    3. Brother Amon

    Background: A wandering monk rumored to have survived the Heavenfall Monastery Massacre. Now silent and devout.

    Abilities: Uses spiritual and body-enhancement martial arts. His Soul Palm can purify or exorcise demons, and Stillwater Form makes him almost untouchable in combat.

    4. Thalia Ravenshade

    Background: Born to a noble assassin family, she abandoned them after they sold her sister for power.

    Abilities: Shadow assassin who can phase between shadows with Umbral Step. Her Black Lotus Strike can silence magic and cripple enemies instantly.

    5. Gorrim Flintforge

    Background: A dwarven blacksmith turned battlemaster after losing his forge to a fire demon. Now reforges weapons for the city''s elite.

    Abilities: Wields hammer and forge-fire. Molten Core empowers him with lava armor, while Anvil Slam causes volcanic shockwaves.

    6. Elyra Moonheart

    Background: A reclusive forest elf who communicates with spirits. The Dread Forest once called her its guardian.

    Abilities: Spirit summoner and healer. Lunar Pact summons ancient spirits to aid her, and Moonveil heals and shields allies with silver light.

    7. Draven Nightshade

    Background: A former general of the demon army who defected after falling in love with a human. Now seeks redemption.

    Abilities: Dual-wields cursed and blessed blades. Voidlash consumes enemies in darkness, and Redeemer''s Wrath deals holy damage to demons.

    8. Mira Flamepetal

    Background: A dancer from the Crimson Isles who manipulates fire through rhythm and movement.

    Abilities: Pyromancer with performance-based combat. Fire Waltz summons swirling flames, while Phoenix Bloom revives allies with healing fire once per battle.

    9. Kain the Hollow Fang

    Background: A half-vampire hunter who was once hunted himself. Now serves as the city''s hidden blade.

    Abilities: Master of stealth and blood magic. Sanguine Chains binds enemies with blood, and Vampiric Reversal heals him by reflecting damage.

    These are the nine people that now reside in this city, helping it and protecting it.

    Leon communicated with each of them, and it felt strange to him¡ªevery one of them knew him, respected him, or even admired him. In their memories, he had stood by them at their lowest points, offered them strength, and helped them rise again.

    Leon once again sat at the balcony, gazing over the vast city.

    "No wonder I got the EX rating," he said.

    Getting an EX rating was extremely rare. Even if you cleared everything perfectly, there was no guarantee you''d receive the highest evaluation. Last time, Leon got it after clearing hidden missions, skipping several trials, and finishing the Tower''s Trial World far faster than expected¡ªresulting in him receiving the exceptional EX rank.

    "Haa... I did it with my system''s help. I wonder who was that guy who managed it without any cheat like mine," Leon thought as he sat in silence.

    At the very least, he knew he was the second person to ever receive an EX rating...

    Which meant someone had already achieved it before him.

    "I wonder if I can meet him on the higher floors..." Leon mumbled to himself.

    "I really wonder what you''re talking about," said a raspy voice.

    Leon leaned back and turned to see Myria¡ªchained and hanging. Her body was battered and covered in wounds.

    "Why would a demon like you need to know?" Leon said coldly as he stared at her. "This foolish attempt to assassinate me only ended with you getting captured. I really wonder... why did you attack me?"

    Myria looked at him defiantly. "Once again, no matter how much you torture me, I won''t spill a single word," she said, smirking through the pain.

    Leon lightly grabbed her chin, lifting her bloodied face to his.

    "Right," he muttered before letting go and walking away. "Though I do wonder how long you''ll be able to maintain that attitude."

    "You''re only a high-ranking succubus," he said without turning back. "I really wonder how long you''ll remain this calm... without having sex."

    Succubi lose mana the longer they go without feeding on a man''s essence. It''s both their curse and their source of power. Only the Succubus Queen is free from this curse.

    So, sooner or later, Myria will go mad from the cravings.

    Sooner or later... she will break.

    Myria looked at him and let out a low chuckle.

    "I think you suit being a demon more than I do," she said.

    Leon smirked. "Maybe," he replied casually, as he poured wine over her open wounds.

    "Arghhh!" she screamed in pain, her body twitching as the wine seared her injuries.

    "If you had truly tried to kill me, I would''ve ended you easily," Leon said, his tone suddenly cold. "But you... you tried to take the little girl hostage instead. That was your mistake."

    Last night, they were playing with Millie¡ªLuna''s little sister, just five or six years old. She was innocent and shy, having barely recovered after being rescued from a corrupted city lord. She''s been living in safety since then, protected and cared for. But Myria, in her desperation after failing to assassinate Leon, had taken Millie hostage, hoping to use her as leverage to escape.

    "Be grateful you still have some use left," Leon said, his voice low and threatening. "Otherwise, I would''ve broken you already. I''m giving you a taste... just enough to let you know what happens when you cross me."

    With that, he turned and left, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

    Myria clenched her teeth, eyes burning with frustration as she hung there, trembling¡ªnot just from the pain, but from the helpless rage boiling inside her.

    As the heavy door closed behind him, silence returned to the dimly lit chamber. Myria''s body hung limply, sweat mixing with blood as she panted against the cold chains that bound her. Her pride as a higher succubus was shattered, not by brute force alone, but by the way Leon looked at her¡ªwithout fear, without lust, without mercy.

    She hated it. She hated him.

    "That bastard..." she whispered, her voice hoarse. "He''s no human."

    Her body trembled again¡ªnot from the pain, but from the creeping madness inside her. The curse of the succubus bloodline was clawing at her sanity. Without mana¡ªwithout feeding¡ªher mind would begin to break. Normally, a succubus could drain energy from any man, seduce them with ease... but Leon wasn''t just immune to her charms. He was poisonous to her pride.

    Still, part of her knew... if she stayed here too long, she''d beg him. Not for mercy. Not for freedom. But for something far more humiliating.

    Meanwhile, back on the upper levels of Blue Wind City, Leon stood atop the central tower, eyes scanning the horizon.

    "Everything is too quiet lately..." he muttered to himself.

    Luna approached from behind, her steps gentle but not unnoticed.

    "She''s still alive?" she asked calmly.

    Leon gave a short nod. "Barely."

    "Did you learn anything from her?" She asked nodding as Leon shook his head.

 Chapter 232 232: Invading the Invaders

    "She''s still alive?" she asked calmly.

    Leon gave a short nod. "Barely."

    "Did you learn anything from her?" she asked, nodding slightly as Leon shook his head.

    "She didn''t open her mouth. I guess I can just wait and let her feel despair¡ªmaybe then she''ll start talking," he said, and Luna nodded.

    "Thank you," she said as Leon led her.

    "I mean... thank you for getting angry¡ªfor Millie''s sake," she added softly.

    Leon simply nodded.

    **

    Elsewhere...

    In the Daemon Continent of Demosna, a dark mirror flickered in Asmodeus''s private chamber.

    He watched Myria''s tortured form, licking his lips in amusement.

    "So she failed..." he whispered. "And now she''s broken."

    Behind him, a figure knelt in the shadows. "Shall we retrieve her, my lord?"

    "No," Asmodeus said. "Let Leon keep her. If she breaks, she breaks. If she turns, she becomes our poison in their garden."

    The Daemon Lord of Lust chuckled as he raised his glass of blood-wine.

    "Either way, she''s still of use... just like he said."

    ***

    "I''m going back, you should rest too," Luna said, leaving Leon alone on the balcony.

    As she left, Shubh appeared from the shadows.

    "So, what''s her purpose?" Leon asked as Shubh smiled softly, giggling slightly before answering.

    "She was a spy. The other Demon Lord of Lust wanted to learn how the Demon Lord of Wrath died, so she was sent here."

    "But after accidentally hearing you say you are weak now, she messaged back saying you''re now weaker¡ªand the demons should advance," she said as Leon looked at her.

    "They are still creating path, so it will take three months for them to come," she added.

    "Too long," Leon said, stepping closer, and Shubh looked at him.

    "Just go and kill that Demon Lord of Lust, or whoever he is," he said flatly.

    Shubh smiled, showing her fanged mouth again, but quickly covered it. ''Lord doesn''t like it,'' she thought, relieved that Leon didn''t seem to notice her demonic form.

    "As you wish, my Lord," she said, leaving.

    Leon leaned on the railing, staring into the distance.

    "Hmm, the Demon Lords are Tier V powerhouses... but the Insane Difficulty Trial starts by killing their leader, the Mad Demon King, who is a Tier VI powerhouse," Leon mumbled, wondering just how difficult the final trial of this world would be¡ªif the starting point is already that much stronger.

    Leon sighed, the wind brushing through his hair as he gazed out at the city lights below. Tier VI is just a start... The thought echoed in his mind.

    "Just what kind of monster am I supposed to face?" Leon muttered.

    He closed his eyes and looked up at the sky.

    "Well... whatever it is, I just have to make sure I''m strong by then," he murmured, before heading back to rest.

    But not before pouring another cup of wine over the bound and wounded Myria.

    "Tch. A bitch like you, who can even kill a child, doesn''t deserve mercy," he said coldly as he walked past her.

    Myria groaned in pain, her body trembling as she tried to stifle her screams.

    With that, Leon turned away and went to rest, as the night slowly fell upon Blue Wind City.

    ****

    But not his Absurd follower...

    Shubh Nigurath moved like a shadow of death beneath the pale moonlight, her form draped in a cloak darker than the abyss itself. Her golden eyes glowed faintly beneath her hood, casting a baleful gleam upon the cursed land known as the Dread Forest. With every step she took, the earth itself seemed to tremble, and the trees¡ªtwisted, gnarled things¡ªshrank away from her path, as if fearing her presence.

    The monsters of the forest were relentless.

    Gnashing fanged beasts leapt from the brush. Skeletal hounds with burning blue eyes howled as they charged. Abominations made of flesh, rot, and shadow rose from beneath the moss-covered ground, all drawn to the unnatural energy that bled from her.

    But they never got far.

    Without even drawing a weapon, Shubh swept her hand through the air, and the forest screamed.

    A pulse of crimson energy radiated from her, like a blooming flower of death. Trees snapped and withered. The beasts exploded into sprays of blood, torn apart by unseen claws. The very air twisted and churned with her power, warping reality itself. Where she walked, the soil turned black and smoldered. Her path through the forest became a trail of red-stained earth, marked by silence and the stink of burnt flesh.

    By the time she emerged from the Dread Forest, she was covered in blood¡ªbut none of it was hers.

    Ahead of her stretched the windswept plains that sloped gently toward the jagged cliffs above the Dread Sea. There, camped in a crescent formation, was a battalion of demons. Over a thousand strong, they wore armor of bone and black iron, their war banners depicting the mark of Asmodeus¡ªthe Demon Lord of Lust. Horned commanders shouted orders, weapons were sharpened, and siege beasts were being harnessed for war.

    These were the demons preparing to carve a bloody road through the Dread Forest and pierce the human continent. They had not expected a visitor.

    Shubh walked straight into their midst.

    "Identify yourself!" barked a demon lieutenant, his body bristling with spines and dark plate mail.

    She said nothing.

    "Did you not hear me, worm? I said¡ª"

    He didn''t finish the sentence.

    His head fell to the ground, still blinking. His body remained upright for a moment, as if confused, before collapsing in a heap of gore.

    Screams erupted from the ranks, but it was far too late. Shubh raised her hands, and with a whisper of an incantation, the plains were bathed in a crimson mist.

    Demons turned on each other in blind frenzy, cutting down allies as their minds shattered under her illusion. Shadows extended from beneath her feet like living things, spearing through armored chests, ripping apart wings, shattering bone. Even those who managed to resist her mental onslaught fell to raw, overwhelming power¡ªher magic not just destructive, but consuming.

    By the time the blood-soaked mist cleared, not a single demon remained alive.

    The banners were torn. The ground was painted red. Shubh stood alone amidst the wreckage, her cloak fluttering in the sea wind, her face calm as ever.

    "My Lord said three month is too long," she whispered with a wicked smile.

    With one last glance at the Dread Sea''s crashing waves below, Shubh turned her eyes toward the Daemon continent.

 Chapter 233 233: Madness vs Corruption

    The wind howled like the cries of the damned as Shubh Nigurath stood at the edge of the cliff, her cloak billowing behind her. Below, the Dread Sea churned violently, its inky-black waves crashing against the jagged rocks. No ship waited for her. No vessel would dare touch these waters without protection. But she didn''t need one.

    With a single step, she walked off the cliff.

    Rather than fall, shadows surged beneath her feet, forming a shifting platform of dark energy that carried her across the surface of the sea. The waters hissed and steamed where her power touched them. Sea monsters rose, drawn to her presence¡ªancient leviathans with eyes like suns and maws lined with countless teeth.

    But they didn''t last long.

    One raised its massive head, letting out a roar that split the clouds. Shubh raised her hand¡ªand reality itself bent around her. The creature twisted mid-roar, its body contorting in unnatural ways, bones snapping like twigs. It let out a final gurgle before sinking beneath the waves, its massive corpse swallowed by the sea.

    The others didn''t dare approach.

    The journey took less than a day. By nightfall, Shubh stood before the coast of the Daemon Continent. Its sky was darker here, the stars obscured by thick, unnatural clouds. In the distance, a crimson glow stained the horizon¡ªthe corrupt illumination of Red Light City, a metropolis built on indulgence, sin, and vice.

    As she approached, the scent of incense and blood filled the air. Towering spires of black stone reached toward the heavens, and pleasure dens lined the streets. Screams of ecstasy and agony mingled freely in the air, indistinguishable from one another.

    She walked openly through the main gates, cloaked in nothing but her dark aura.

    The city guards, demonic hybrids of flesh and metal, tried to halt her¡ªbut their minds shattered the moment they met her gaze. Some fell to their knees, others clawed at their own throats in madness. No alarm was raised. No one dared oppose her.

    She made her way to the Obsidian Palace¡ªthe seat of the Demon Lord of Lust.

    Inside, he waited.

    Lord Asmodeus was beautiful, by demonic standards. Skin like polished obsidian, glowing violet eyes, and wings of velvet black. His throne was carved from the bones of virgins and wrapped in silken shadows. Dozens of concubines lounged around him, enchanted slaves of all races and genders, bound to his will by ancient lust spells.

    He smiled when she entered. "Ah, so the little moth comes fluttering into the flame. Did you really think I wouldn''t know you were coming, Woman?"

    She didn''t answer.

    "You''re bold. I like that. If you''re here to kill me, why don''t you kneel first? Perhaps I''ll even reward you¡ª"

    She was in front of him before he finished speaking.

    One moment, he was lounging smugly. The next, he was coughing up blood as her hand pierced through his chest, gripping his still-beating heart.

    But she didn''t pull it out.

    Instead, she whispered a word¡ªand the pain began.

    His nerves were set ablaze with sensations no mortal¡ªor immortal¡ªshould endure. Not agony, not pleasure, but a perfect fusion of both, amplified beyond comprehension. His body writhed as he screamed, convulsing, unable to die, unable to break free. His concubines vanished into dust as her presence consumed the palace.

    "Tell me, Asmodeus," she whispered, leaning close to his ear. "How does it feel to be played with?"

    He couldn''t answer. His tongue had been turned into worms, writhing in his mouth. His wings were melting, reforming, then melting again. His soul screamed inside his body, clawing to escape, but her power kept it bound.

    For hours, she toyed with him¡ªeach second stretched into eternity through cursed time magic. She made him relive every pleasure and every pain he had ever inflicted, multiplied a thousandfold.

    Eventually, his body gave out.

    His heart stopped. His mind shattered. But even then, she didn''t let him die. She kept his soul caged inside a crystal orb, pulsing with dark energy, his last scream echoing eternally within it.

    She crushed the throne beneath her heel, the entire palace collapsing into ruin around her. With the Demon Lord of Lust gone, Red Light City fell into chaos¡ªfreed slaves rioted, the enchantments broken, and the corrupted nobles were torn apart by mobs.

    As the fires rose behind her, Shubh stepped into the night, whispering to the orb in her hand.

    "One down."

    The sea breeze carried the scent of burning silk and shattered dreams.

    "...I thought I told you to kill only the demons stationed at the coasts," Leon''s voice echoed sternly through the communication orb as he leaned on the desk, eyes narrowing slightly.

    "But, my lord... you also said¡ªthree months was too long," Shubh replied sweetly, her voice carrying an eerie undertone.

    Leon sighed and leaned further back in his chair, gazing into the Dark sky. He had already elevated ehr to peak¡ªelevating her Realm to Tier VIII , the highest he can at his Tier III power. Yet, thanks to the Abyssal Mana Leech King passive, he could sustain her form indefinitely. Even a being five Realms above him could be maintained,now without him worrying about running out of juice.

    "Since you''ve started it, Shubh," Leon muttered coldly, "kill every Demon Lord that stands in your way. But don''t touch the innocent. I don''t want meaningless slaughter."

    Shubh nodded on the other end, her crazed smile stretching unnaturally wide.

    "Aahh~~ As command of a supreme being, I can feel your divine will just by obeying it..." she whispered, hugging herself tightly, her many fanged mouths appearing briefly in worship. "My great, great lord... how blessed I am to serve you... to belong to you."

    She let out a soft giggle, followed by a muffled scream¡ªone of her victims still lingering nearby.

    "But Lord said not to kill the innocent," she reminded herself, pausing just before ending the life of a cowering elderly demon merchant.

    "I will obey. Only the guilty shall perish."

    As she turned and walked into the next city, her cloak of shadows billowing behind her, the fires of Red Light City burned in the distance.

    With grace and horror intertwined, she passed by the stunned civilians¡ªeyes wide, mouths agape¡ªbut unharmed. Her aura of dread didn''t lash out at them.

    "Very well... my Lord''s will is supreme command for me to serve," she said gently, disappearing into the depth of the Demon Continent¡ªtoward the next Demon Lord who had dared to stand against Leon''s rise.

 Chapter 234: Madness vs Corruption II

    The Demon Continent ¨C City of Vainglory, Seat of the Demon Lord of Pride

    The city stood like a monument carved from arrogance itself¡ªtall black spires etched with golden lines, each tower a mirror reflecting only its own grandeur. Every building shimmered with enchantments that boasted their creator''s superiority. Statues of the Demon Lord of Pride lined the streets, each one exaggerated in elegance and size, as if the city worshipped no gods but the image of its ruler.

    Shubh walked through the main gate without disguise, without stealth¡ªher dark, abyss-kissed aura trailing behind her like liquid smoke. The guards at the gate turned to stone not from magic, but from sheer terror, their bodies freezing under the weight of her presence. Their minds cracked, unable to comprehend the being before them.

    "Another fool who believes their ego can defy inevitability," she whispered to no one, her many black eyes opening across her back like blooming flowers of death.

    Within moments, she was in the inner palace.

    The court of Pride was a hall of mirrors, designed so the Demon Lord could see himself from every angle at all times. He lounged upon a golden throne shaped like a lion-dragon hybrid, shirtless, his muscular body glittering with divine-infused oils. Around him, countless succubi, scholars, and warriors praised him in hushed voices.

    Then Shubh entered, silent as dusk.

    All fell quiet.

    "Who dares disturb my perfect reflection?" the Demon Lord demanded, standing, his long white hair flowing as his aura surged¡ªTier V pressure crashing like a tidal wave across the hall.

    But Shubh only smiled.

    Her smile should not have existed on a face. It split her head unnaturally, growing wider and wider until it touched her ears. Her cloak peeled away to reveal the abyss underneath¡ªhands, mouths, eyes, and tentacles writhing, barely contained by her humanoid form.

    "I am the shadow of a supreme will. I am his silent storm, and you, little pride, are simply in the way."

    The Demon Lord laughed, hurling a spear of golden pride infused with hell flame.

    She caught it with her tongue.

    It melted.

    Gasps rang out. The Demon Lord''s face twisted in disbelief for the first time in centuries.

    Then she moved.

    One heartbeat¡ªhe was standing.

    The next¡ªhe was pinned against a mirror, his arms ripped from their sockets, his reflection now showing only his vulnerability.

    "I want you to see yourself... helpless," she whispered into his ear. "I want your last memory to be the truth: that you were never a god. Just a narcissist with power."

    Her claws traced his face, delicately slicing every inch, slowly turning his skin into a bleeding canvas.

    He screamed, but the sound didn''t reach outside the chamber. Her abyssal aura consumed noise itself. No one could help him. No one dared.

    His generals burst in, only to meet her other limbs¡ªshadow-laced tendrils that pierced their hearts and extracted their souls before they could speak.

    "You lived for adoration," she said, lifting his torn body above her head, "but you will die alone and unseen."

    She devoured him then¡ªnot with fangs, but with a void inside her, a pit of nothingness that turned even immortality to dust.

    When she left, the city of Vainglory was silent.

    The statues crumbled.

    The mirrors cracked.

    The air itself felt lighter, as if pride itself had died.

    And high above, in the sky, the mark of Leon''s will¡ªa dark sigil shaped like a closed eye¡ªhovered, burning like an eclipse in full bloom...A sigil she has created herself.

    ***

    The Demon Continent ¨C Gilded Maw, Fortress-City of the Demon Lord of Greed

    If Vainglory was a monument to self-worship, Gilded Maw was a shrine to possession.

    The city was carved into the side of a colossal mountain veined with gold and obsidian, the very earth groaning under the weight of vaults buried deep within it. Above ground, towers of polished coin and gem-encrusted walls rose like jagged fangs, shining so brightly that even demons wore enchanted shades to survive the reflection.

    At its heart stood the fortress-palace of the Demon Lord of Greed, known simply as Malvagor. A twisted abomination of scales and flesh, his body had grown over the years by absorbing gold, treasures, and souls, becoming a heaving, serpentine mass too large to leave his throne room. His veins pulsed with molten gold instead of blood. His voice dripped with promises, each lie layered in truth.

    He owned everything in his domain¡ªbuildings, beasts, breath, and even names. To speak without paying a tax was punishable by death. His citizens didn''t live¡ªthey rented their lives.

    And into this kingdom of hoarded desire stepped Shubh Nigurath.

    She didn''t arrive quietly.

    She tore through the front gate¡ªliterally, ripping through the spell-forged alloy like wet paper. Alarm bells rang, but they died out as her tendrils slithered up the towers and choked the bells until they cracked.

    Guards rushed her, draped in golden armor, their swords humming with bound greed spells.

    She didn''t fight.

    She devoured.

    Her shadows danced like serpents. Each soldier struck would find themselves frozen in place, staring into countless eyes. Then came the mouths¡ªhungry, endless, pulling not just flesh but desire from their souls until all that remained were hollow statues of ash and coin.

    The city panicked.

    Merchants tried to flee with sacks of gems only to find their legs missing. Vaults were locked, keys swallowed, scrolls burned.

    But gold was no barrier to her.

    Shubh''s form became liquid void. She flowed down into the cracks, oozed through enchanted gaps, and reappeared in front of Malvagor''s hoard like a nightmare given form.

    And there he sat¡ªthe Demon Lord of Greed, bloated and gleaming, his massive body coiled upon a bed of ingots and cursed artifacts. His breath steamed with heat and hatred.

    "You dare come here? You dare touch what is mine?"

    His roar shook the chamber, his thousand eyes blinking open across his hide. Gold flaked off his scales like dandruff.

    But Shubh only laughed.

    "Yours?" she cooed, her voice slithering across the chamber. "You never owned anything. Everything you took... was just borrowed time."

    He unleashed a wave of molten treasure, transforming coins into spears and relics into missiles. Walls collapsed under the weight of enchantments being unleashed at once.

    Shubh walked through it.

    Unburnt.

    Unmoved.

    Unfazed.

    And then she whispered, "Greed is hunger without end. But I... I am the end."

 Chapter 235: Madness vs Corruption III

    And then she whispered, "Greed is hunger without end. But I... I am the end."

    She raised her hand, and the gold beneath Malvagor turned black¡ªcorrupted by the Abyssal Brand placed by Leon himself. The fortress began to collapse into itself. The hoard melted. Cursed items exploded in bursts of purple fire.

    Malvagor lunged forward, his colossal jaw opening to swallow her¡ª

    And she leapt inside willingly.

    There was silence for a moment. Then screams.

    From within his belly, dozens of eyes opened, then mouths. His stomach began to tear as she unfolded her true self from within him¡ªtendrils erupting from his back, black ichor spraying across walls that now wept blood.

    "Let me show you the one thing you can never hoard," she whispered inside his ear, now just a disembodied chunk of flesh dangling by entrails. "Your soul."

    She tore it free with her hand, crushing it.

    Malvagor''s scream echoed for miles.

    When it was over, the Gilded Maw was a hollow ruin. Its golden towers melted into slag. Its citizens scattered like rats, and its vaults were filled not with treasure¡ªbut silence.

    Shubh stood at the summit, her body soaked in black-gold blood, eyes glowing like coals of damnation.

    Above her, the mark of Leon, her supreme lord, glowed brighter.

    Four Demon Lords down.

    And three more to go.

    The Demon Continent ¨C Mirragear, Domain of the Demon Lord of Envy

    They called it Mirragear, the City of a Thousand Reflections.

    Here, envy was not hidden¡ªit was cultivated. Every structure was designed to provoke desire. Houses reshaped themselves to copy their neighbors. Streets moved, twisted, and shimmered to ensure you never reached what you sought. The city had no real core, only reflections of it.

    No one knew who the real Demon Lord of Envy was.

    Because he didn''t allow anyone to remember.

    He wore masks¡ªevery mask. He would appear as someone you trusted, someone you hated, someone you envied. He consumed identity like breath. Even his own name was forbidden, replaced by whispers and guesses.

    Lord Veyin, some called him. The Mirrorborn, others claimed. But to Shubh Nigurath, names were irrelevant.

    He was a target.

    And Shubh did not knock.

    She didn''t walk into the city¡ªshe seeped.

    A black tide spilled over the edge of the illusion-shrouded cliff that marked the entrance to Mirragear. Her tendrils, invisible at first, slid into the dreams of the sleeping. Nightmares erupted. Screams followed. The city''s enchantments flickered.

    Then came the mirrors.

    Dozens of them floated in the sky, enchanted with the Eyes of Veyin¡ªsurveillance magic that fed his paranoia. As they spotted Shubh, they tried to replicate her form, to use her own power against her.

    But there was a problem.

    Shubh had no single form.

    The mirrors cracked.

    Then shattered.

    The skies turned dark, the moons of the Demon Continent eclipsed behind the obsidian storm Shubh called down. Thunder didn''t rumble¡ªlaughter did. Twisted, echoing giggles of the Many-Mouths. The shadows of her soul.

    The first battalion of Envy''s shapeshifters came in false faces¡ªLuna''s, Myria''s, even Shubh''s own. They tried to confuse her, to trigger doubt.

    She smiled.

    And killed them all anyway.

    "I don''t envy what I surpass," she whispered as her claws passed through illusion and bone alike, her Abyssal Curse burning away deception like flame on paper. Her enemies screamed¡ªnot from pain, but from realization, as their illusions melted, leaving them naked and formless in their final moments.

    Then she found the Hall of Faces.

    A central tower where thousands of masks floated in suspended animation¡ªeach one stolen from a soul consumed by Veyin. And at the top of that tower, seated in a throne made from replicas of other thrones, sat a man whose face changed with every blink.

    "I could have been you," he said, speaking with her voice first... then Leon''s... then a hundred others.

    "You''ll never know who I really am."

    Shubh just tilted her head, eyes blinking open all across her arms and back.

    "Wrong," she whispered.

    And she saw him.

    Not through vision¡ªbut through essence.

    A soul, riddled with desire. Envy so strong it eroded his own self until only a reflection remained.

    He lunged.

    A thousand illusions surged from his body, each one wielding a stolen weapon, copying the skills of fallen lords¡ªimitations of Greed, Lust, Pride, even Death. The chamber flooded with clones, each screaming with stolen voices.

    But Shubh stood still.

    And sang.

    A hymn of rot and void, of devotion to a god named Leon.

    Reality shivered.

    Illusions melted like wax.

    The hall collapsed inward as her shadow grew larger than the tower itself. Her tendrils punched into the gaps between reflections, not striking his form¡ªbut his source.

    "You wanted to be everything."

    Her claws pierced his core.

    "But I am the thing that ends all."

    And in that instant, the Demon Lord of Envy saw his true face¡ªnot a god, not a copy, but a hollow boy weeping in the dark.

    Then she consumed him.

    When the city awoke, there were no more reflections. The mirrors lay shattered. The fog of illusion had lifted.

    The citizens wandered like freed prisoners, blinking at the reality they had long forgotten.

    And atop the ruins of the Hall of Faces, Shubh stood, covered in the essence of envy, whispering prayers in the name of her lord.

    ****

    Demon Continent ¨C Drosmere, the Dreaming City of Sloth

    The path to Drosmere was surprisingly easy.

    No traps. No armies. No monstrous resistance.

    Only silence.

    A heavy, yawning stillness hung in the air, as if the land itself had chosen to sleep. Even the monsters avoided this place¡ªnot out of fear, but because hunting required effort.

    And Drosmere demanded none.

    The city itself was built like a nest. Rounded towers, gently sloping roads, and hammocks strung between glowing trees gave the entire settlement the look of a sanctuary. Its skies were always in a state of twilight¡ªneither day nor night¡ªwith soft music humming from nowhere in particular.

    It was beautiful.

    And deeply confusing.

    Shubh, clad in black tendrils, her void-kissed wings folded behind her back, expected rot. Corruption. Decay.

    Instead, she found...

    Peace.

 Chapter 236: Madness vs Corruption IV

    Shubh, clad in black tendrils, her void-kissed wings folded behind her back, expected rot. Corruption. Decay.

    Instead, she found...

    Peace.

    Demon children napped in sunlit fields. Citizens strolled slowly, some reading, others sipping wine or honeyed tea, laughter soft and unforced. Shops were open¡ªbut no one shouted. There were no taxes. No guards marching in power-drunk lines. Just... calm.

    And then she met the governor.

    Not a demon lord, but a former scholar named Malrik, a Tier IV demon who greeted her with a kind smile.

    "You came to kill Lady Soma, didn''t you?"

    Shubh tilted her head, suspicious. "Where is she?"

    Malrik chuckled. "Asleep, of course."

    Shubh''s eyes narrowed.

    He gestured toward a large, floating shell-shaped palace drifting gently over a lake. "Hasn''t left her chambers in three years. Occasionally dreams something wise, and we write it down. But mostly... she naps. Her dream aura keeps the city calm. You can try waking her."

    Inside the Palace of Dreams

    The halls shimmered with soft pink and gold light. Floating jellyfish-like lamps hummed lullabies. Shubh walked in silence, feeling an unfamiliar warmth settle in her chest.

    When she reached the throne room, she didn''t find a tyrant.

    Just a demon girl¡ªbarely into adulthood¡ªcurled in an enormous plush bed, tangled in blankets, hugging a pillow that looked suspiciously like a plush version of Leon.

    A sign hung above her:

    "DO NOT DISTURB UNLESS WORLD IS ENDING."

    Shubh stood there. Stared. Waited.

    Soma opened one sleepy eye, blinked twice, and yawned.

    "Oh... hello... are you here to kill me?"

    Shubh blinked.

    "...Yes?"

    Soma nodded slowly. "That''s fair. I''m a Demon Lord. But... maybe tomorrow? Or never? Everyone here''s really nice. And I hate fighting. Makes my horns ache."

    Shubh frowned. "You rule this place?"

    Soma shook her head lazily. "No. I just sleep. Malrik does the ruling. I just... exist."

    "...So you don''t conquer, torture, enslave, or oppress?"

    Soma furrowed her brow. "Too much work."

    Then, after a pause, she patted the space beside her.

    "You look tired. Want a nap?"''Shubh looked at her speechlessly, for the first time f her existence she felt ..speevhlesss.

    "What are your powers?" Shubh asked, sitting near the Demon Lord of Sloth as she patted her large pillow.

    "I... dream of the future," Soma answered lazily, stretching as she hugged her oversized body pillow.

    "So you can see the future?" Shubh asked.

    Soma gave a slow nod. "Yes."

    "Hmm, then you''re useful," Shubh said, standing up. Without hesitation, she grabbed Soma¡ªpillow and all¡ªlifting her like a sack of potatoes.

    "W-Where are you taking me?" Soma asked drowsily, dangling in Shubh''s grip.

    Shubh smirked. "You''ll dream for my Lord."

    Soma yawned. "But aren''t you here to kill Gluttony too? Won''t you also have to kill the Mad Demon King?"

    Shubh paused mid-step. "Hm? What do you mean?"

    Soma, still clinging to her pillow, muttered, "You''ll see it yourself soon. Anyway, leave me here for now. Come back after you''ve killed the Mad Demon King. Then, I''ll go with you to meet your Lord."

    Shubh considered the offer, then nodded. "Fine."

    With that, she gently put Soma back onto her massive bed. The Demon Lord of Sloth immediately curled up, hugging her Leon pillow tightly, already halfway back into sleep.

    Outside the palace, hours later...

    Shubh floated out into the twilight city again, a dazed look in her eyes. For the first time in her existence, she didn''t want to destroy something.

    No rage. No heresy. No filth to cleanse.

    Just a Demon Lord who didn''t rule.

    And a city that didn''t suffer.

    She sent a mental connection back to Leon. "She''s... harmless, my Lord. Just a sleepy idiot with a plush version of you."

    Leon''s voice crackled through the orb: "...She has a plush of me?"

    "...Yes. She calls it ''Supreme Snuggle.''"

    There was silence for a few seconds.

    Then: "...Let her live. As long as the city remains peaceful."

    Shubh sighed, almost relieved.

    "As you wish, my Lord."

    ****

    Shubh stepped into the domain of the Demon Lord of Gluttony, expecting the grotesque sights she had grown used to¡ªdecadence, corpses piled high, starving subjects feeding a bloated tyrant. But what she found was... far from it.

    The city was vibrant, the air thick with the scent of sizzling meats, freshly baked bread, and exotic spices. Streets were lined with open markets, citizens bustling about with baskets of food, cheerful conversations filling the air. There were no starving beggars, no wailing servants, no terrified subjects forced to feed a monstrous ruler.

    Shubh narrowed her eyes. "This isn''t what I expected."

    She made her way to the grand palace, where she finally found the infamous Demon Lord of Gluttony¡ªOdan.

    He was... not what she imagined.

    Seated on a massive throne, Odan was a towering figure, his body muscular rather than obese, his deep golden eyes reflecting a sharp intelligence. He held a large roasted leg of some unknown beast in one hand, biting into it with slow, deliberate ease. Despite his title, he did not seem like an uncontrolled devourer.

    Without looking up, he spoke. "You''re the one killing Demon Lords, aren''t you?"

    Shubh smirked. "That depends. Are you afraid?"

    Odan chuckled. "No. I''m just curious." He took another bite, chewing thoughtfully. "I''ve heard you only spared one other¡ªSloth. Should I be worried?"

    Shubh crossed her arms. "That depends on whether or not you deserve to die."

    Odan set his food down and finally met her gaze fully. "And what makes one deserve death in your eyes, assassin?"

    "Corruption. Oppression. Cruelty."

    Odan let out a short laugh. "Then you''re in the wrong city."

    Shubh frowned. "You''re the Demon Lord of Gluttony. Aren''t you supposed to be a mindless beast devouring everything, ruling through excess while your people starve?"

    Odan smirked. "I have one rule: every family in my city must bring me food once a day. Any food, at any time of their choosing. In return, I protect them. No demon armies harass my people, no starvation exists in my domain, and every soul under my rule has a full belly every night."

    Shubh watched him carefully. "That''s it?"

    Odan shrugged. "I like eating. They like living. It works."

    Shubh stayed silent for a moment, considering. She had seen countless tyrants, monsters hiding behind civility, rulers pretending to care while draining their people dry. But here... there was no fear in the people, only respect. No suffering, only prosperity.

    Finally, she let out a small chuckle. "Hah. You''re too busy eating to care about ruling properly, so you made a deal that lets you eat in peace while keeping everything running."

    Odan grinned. "Exactly."

    Shubh turned away. "Fine. You live."

    Odan raised a brow. "Just like that?"

    She nodded. "You may be a glutton, but you''re not a monster. And I''m not here to kill for no reason."

    Odan smiled. "Then I''ll prepare a feast in your honor. Stay a while. Eat."

    Shubh glanced over her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips. "Maybe after I kill the Mad Demon King."

    With that, she left the palace, her path now set toward the final, most dangerous target¡ªthe ruler of all demon lords.

    "Another oddball," Shubh mumbled as she stepped out of the castle, glancing around the city.

    "Hmm, I guess not everyone is an idiot," she mused, her gaze sweeping over the streets.

    So far, two Demon Lords had turned out to be different from what she expected. Unlike the corrupted, power-hungry rulers she had encountered before, these two were simply... existing. Managing their domains in their own lazy or indulgent ways without oppressing their people.

    Still, they were outliers. The true centerpiece of the continent, the real reason she had come, was the Mad Demon King¡ªthe one who sought to rule over the entire world. He was different. He was not some fool lost in indulgence like Sloth or Gluttony. He was a conqueror, a tyrant, and an embodiment of destruction.

    "He''s definitely not a fluke like those two," she muttered, a dark grin forming. "So I can kill him. Good."

    With that, Shubh spread her vast, void-like wings and shot into the sky, cutting through the air with terrifying speed as she made her way toward the Central City, where the Mad Demon King awaited.

    ****

    The skies above Central City were dyed in an unnatural shade of crimson, thick with swirling clouds of chaotic energy. Shubh descended from above, her wings casting a long shadow over the demonic metropolis.

    Unlike the other Demon Lords'' domains, this place reeked of war and tyranny. The streets were not filled with bustling citizens but with marching armies, enslaved demons, and cursed creatures twisted by madness. Black spires pierced the sky, pulsating with eerie red light¡ªmonuments of the Mad Demon King''s absolute rule.

    The moment she stepped onto the grand plaza, four figures emerged from the darkness.

    The Four Demon Generals.

    Each radiated a terrifying presence, their eyes glowing with insanity-fueled loyalty to their king.

    The talk of someone killing all Demon Lords have already been spread in whole Daemon Continent, thus these four were ready to intercept the one who is killing everyone.

 Chapter 237: Madness vs Corruption V

    1st General: Bael, The Tyrant Warlord

    Bael was a monstrous demon clad in obsidian armor, standing over four meters tall. He wielded a massive, cursed greatsword that could tear the very fabric of space.

    "Intruder! I shall crush your bones and offer your soul to the King!" he roared.

    Shubh smirked. "Try."

    Bael swung his blade, sending a wave of destruction forward, but Shubh flickered out of existence, reappearing behind him. She drove her claws into his spine, twisting them as abyssal energy spread through his body.

    The warlord bellowed in agony but refused to fall. His rage-fueled willpower kept him standing¡ªuntil Shubh ripped his heart out and crushed it in her palm.

    Bael collapsed.

    One down.

    2nd General: Lilith, The Mistress of Madness

    A seductress wrapped in chains, Lilith was the embodiment of mind control and illusion, her voice alone capable of shattering the will of lesser beings.

    "Submit, child. Let me embrace you in eternal ecstasy~" she purred, her golden eyes glowing hypnotically.

    Shubh tilted her head, amused. "Cute trick."

    Lilith''s illusions took hold, distorting reality, but Shubh was no ordinary mind.

    With a thought, she tore through the false world, her abyssal presence devouring Lilith''s control like a starving beast. The demoness''s expression twisted in horror as Shubh grabbed her by the throat.

    "Let me show you what true madness looks like."

    Shubh unleashed her abyssal will, drowning Lilith''s mind in endless void¡ªan existence of pure nothingness. The once proud temptress collapsed into a babbling husk, her own power turned against her.

    Two down.

    3rd & 4th Generals: The Twin Calamities, Asmodai & Valak

    Two figures stood side by side. One engulfed in flames, the other shrouded in icy mist¡ªthe twin calamities who controlled fire and frost, their combined attacks said to be unstoppable.

    Without hesitation, they attacked in unison, their elements merging into a storm of destruction.

    Shubh didn''t move.

    Instead, she let the abyss consume the flames and ice, her very existence nullifying their elemental powers. The twins realized too late¡ªtheir abilities were useless.

    Before they could retreat, Shubh severed their heads with a single swing of her claws.

    Four down.

    With the generals dead, Shubh finally approached the black fortress at the city''s core.

    A massive throne of bones awaited inside, and upon it sat the Mad Demon King¡ªhis body wrapped in dark chains, his eyes burning with chaotic insanity.

    "YOU... WHO ARE YOU? A NEW NIGHTMARE COME TO DETHRONE ME?!"

    His voice shook reality itself, the sheer weight of his madness threatening to consume the world.

    Shubh merely grinned. "No. I''m simply here to kill you."

    The Demon King rose, his very presence warping the surroundings. His insanity was a living force, twisting logic, breaking the laws of existence.

    Then he attacked.

    Shubh barely had time to react as a phantom claw tore through the air, grazing her cheek. A single touch, yet it carried the weight of madness itself¡ªan attempt to corrupt her mind, soul, and reality all at once.

    A weaker being would have been lost instantly.

    But Shubh was no lesser being.

    Her abyssal will resisted the madness, pushing back against the corruption. The battlefield became a clash of two concepts¡ªthe all-consuming void vs. uncontrolled insanity.

    The Mad Demon King fought like a rabid beast, attacking without pattern or reason, his strength surpassing all logic. Shubh was forced to adapt, dodging his unpredictable strikes, countering his chaos with absolute void control.

    Minutes turned to hours, the battle growing more intense. The ground shattered, the sky bled, and reality itself cracked under their overwhelming power.

    But in the end...

    Shubh won.

    With a final piercing strike, she drove her abyssal claws through the Mad Demon King''s skull, crushing his essence before he could spread his madness further.

    As his body collapsed, the air cleared. The suffocating madness that once plagued Central City was finally gone.

    Shubh stood victorious, her body drenched in demonic blood. She gazed at the ruined throne and smirked.

    "And that''s that."

    With her mission complete, she turned away, her next destination already clear¡ªreturning to Leon, to report that the Mad Demon King was dead.

    As Shubh left the ruins of the Mad Demon King''s fortress, she stretched her wings, yawning slightly.

    "That was fun."

    The air was clearer now. The suffocating madness that had choked Central City was gone, and the remaining demons stood frozen in shock. Their ruler was dead, and for the first time in centuries, they were free.

    Shubh didn''t care much about that. She had no interest in ruling.

    Instead, she made a quick detour¡ªback to the land of Gluttony.

    "You''re the Demon King now."

    The Demon Lord of Gluttony, Odan, was where she''d left him¡ªsitting on his throne, surrounded by mountains of food, stuffing his face with roasted meats, fruit, and steaming bowls of unknown delicacies.

    He barely glanced at her as she approached. "Mmf? You''re back? Done killing the crazy guy?" he asked, chewing.

    Shubh nodded. "Yeah. So, congrats. You''re the new Demon King."

    Odan paused mid-bite, looking at her blankly. "...Huh?"

    Shubh waved lazily. "You heard me. You''re in charge now."

    The massive demon swallowed and scratched his head. "Me? A King? That''s too much work..."

    Shubh shrugged. "You don''t have to do anything different. Just keep eating and let someone else handle the annoying stuff."

    Odan thought about it for a moment. Then, with a nod, he went back to eating. "Yeah. That works."

    That was settled.

    With that, Shubh''s next stop was the land of Sloth.

    She already knew what to expect. When she arrived at Soma''s castle, she found the Sloth Demon Lord in her usual place¡ªasleep on her massive bed, hugging her oversized flaming bear pillow.

    A sign was propped up near her head.

    "If it''s you, Shubh, just pick me up and take me. Just don''t disturb my sleep."

    Shubh stared at the sign for a moment before chuckling. "At least she''s prepared."

    Without another word, she grabbed Soma by the back of her nightgown and slung her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The sleepy demon barely reacted¡ªjust letting out a quiet "Mmm... comfy." and snuggling deeper into her pillow.

    Shubh took off into the sky, her two new passengers in tow¡ªone an unbothered, gluttonous Demon King, the other a sleep-loving sloth who had no complaints about being abducted.

    It was time to return to Leon.

    Shubh soared over the demon continent, her wings cutting through the sky like blades. The lands below had changed. With the Mad Demon King dead, the oppressive aura of madness that once infected the lands had begun to fade.

    The skies over the Central Continent were clearer, and the lingering wails of the tormented had disappeared. Yet, she knew that chaos would not vanish so easily.

    A new Demon King sat on the throne¡ªOdan, the Lord of Gluttony¡ªbut she doubted he cared. Ruling meant little to him. If anything, he would probably just let the demons self-govern while he focused on eating.

    Behind her, Odan sat on a floating piece of meat-covered bone, munching away as if this were just another regular day. He barely reacted to the fact that he had been forcefully made a ruler.

    Soma, on the other hand, was still draped over her shoulder like a sack, sleeping peacefully. Occasionally, she let out a soft yawn but otherwise remained completely undisturbed by the journey.

    Shubh sighed. "These are Demon Lords?"

    When she arrived at Leon''s war camp, the sight that greeted her was one of organized chaos.

    Shubh descended like a meteor, her wings folding inward as she touched down before Leon.

    He was waiting, standing on the highest balcony of the stronghold, arms crossed. His gaze sharp, unreadable.

    She grinned, baring her fangs. "Mission complete."

    Leon looked past her at the two unusual passengers she had brought along. His eyebrow twitched as he saw Odan still chewing lazily on a drumstick and Soma being carried like cargo.

    "Explain."

    Shubh tossed Soma onto a nearby couch, where the demon lazily shifted, hugging her pillow. Then, she pointed at Odan. "I made him the Demon King."

    Leon blinked slowly.

    Odan gave a half-hearted wave. "Yo."

    Shubh continued, "The Sloth Demon Lord wasn''t worth killing. She''s harmless. Actually, she might even be useful. She can predict the future."

    Leon''s eyes sharpened. "Future sight?"

    Soma, still half-asleep, mumbled, "Mmm... only when I want to..." before rolling over.

    Leon sighed, rubbing his temple. "...Fine. You''ve wiped out the other Demon Lords. That leaves only one last target before this world''s trial is complete."

    Shubh''s grin widened. "The Mad Demon King is dead. But this world still has one more ruler, doesn''t it?"

    Leon rolled his eyes in response. "Of course, there are over eight continents in this world. Aside from the Human and Demon continents, there are the Dragon, Elf, Fairy, Dwarf, Beastman, and Dark continents."

    " and each continent has a ruler and my fucking quest is to become the King of this World not just one Continent"

    " and to do that either the rulers of each continent have to submit to me or die"

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    Leon rolled his eyes in response. "Of course, there are over eight continents in this world. Aside from the Human and Demon continents, there are the Dragon, Elf, Fairy, Dwarf, Beastman, and Dark continents."

    " And each continent has a ruler and my fucking quest is to become the King of this World not just one Continent"

    " and to do that either the rulers of each continent have to submit to me or die"

    "Hmm, enough of that. I''ll just make them submit to me next time, or they can die for all I care," he mumbled as he leaned back at the post.

    He glanced at the scene before him¡ªShubh had brought along a sleeping beauty who was now hugging a body pillow with his image drawn on it. Her earlier flaming bear had long been replaced. Meanwhile, another figure was lazily eating one drumstick after another, pulling them out of an infinite pocket.

    "Soma''s ability is seeing the future," he said, as Soma nodded. "What about you?" he asked the Demon Lord of Gluttony.

    The Demon Lord of Gluttony, Odan, paused mid-bite, chewing slowly before swallowing with a satisfied sigh. He licked the grease off his fingers and lazily glanced at Leon.

    "Me? I eat," he said simply, pulling another drumstick from nowhere and taking a bite.

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "That''s it?"

    Odan smirked, his sharp teeth glinting. "Not just food. I eat everything¡ªmagic, souls, curses, weapons, even laws of reality if I chew long enough. If it exists, I can consume it." He took another bite, his voice carrying a lazy confidence. "The only limit is my digestion. If I eat something too complex, it lingers inside me until I fully break it down. But once I do, it''s gone forever."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "You can eat laws?"

    Odan grinned wider. "Oh, you have no idea how many annoying restrictions I''ve erased just by taking a bite. Gravity? Time dilation? Sealing spells? If I get my teeth around it, it''s as good as gone. Of course, really powerful laws take longer to digest, and the stronger the concept, the more effort it takes."

    Leon hummed in thought. "That could be incredibly useful."

    Odan shrugged. "Maybe. I don''t really care. As long as I get my daily meals, I''m happy. My city thrives because I don''t demand much¡ªeach family just has to bring me food once a day. In return, I protect them from outside threats. Fair trade, don''t you think?"

    Leon smirked. "More than fair. In fact, I''ve decided¡ªyou''re the new Demon King."

    The moment he said that, Soma, still half-asleep, lazily lifted a hand and muttered, "Saw that coming." before rolling over onto her pillow.

    Odan blinked. "Wait, what?"

    Shubh grinned. "You heard him. You''re in charge now."

    Odan chewed slowly, then swallowed. "...As long as I still get to eat, sure."

    Leon sighed. "You two are definitely the oddest Demon Lords I''ve met."

    Then, without hesitation, Shubh lifted Soma off the ground like a sack of potatoes. The Sloth Demon Lord barely reacted, too sleepy to care.

    Leon noticed a signboard near her bed that read:

    "If it''s you, Shubh, just pick me up and take me. Just don''t disturb my sleep."

    He let out a small chuckle. "At least she''s easy to deal with."

    With that, Leon turned away, his mind shifting to the real threats ahead¡ªthe other continents, and the beings ruling over them. "Dragons, Elves, Fairies, Dwarves, Beastmen, Dark Elves... This world is far bigger than I thought."

    His gaze sharpened. "And I''ll make them all submit."

    They nodded as Leon looked at them. "Accept this, by the way," he said, sending two seals toward them.

    Odan and Soma instinctively reached out as the seals fused into them.

    [Demon Lord of Gluttony, Odan, and Demon Lord of Sloth, Soma, are now saved under the Origin Conjurer ability.]

    Leon smirked. "Good. Now I can even summon you outside this world if I want to."

    "Anyway, I''m just going to enjoy my stay here," Leon mumbled as he observed the city''s bustling gathering. It was an everyday drill¡ªpracticing defending against invasions from the Dread Forest.

    "Shubh, go and convince the other rulers to submit to me. Only if they resist stubbornly and prove to be threats should you kill them. Remember, killing them is the last resort, okay?" he said.

    Shubh nodded and left without hesitation.

    Thanks to her, he didn''t have to worry about the quest anymore. He no longer needed to constantly raid dungeons to elevate his status to meet the requirements to dethrone the kings. Nor did he have to recruit others, hunt for hidden talents, or prepare for large-scale wars to secure his reign.

    This was all due to his overpowered ability, Origin Conjurer, which allowed him to summon up to five beings of the same rank as himself, four beings of a rank above, and so on¡ªculminating in a final summon capable of reaching Tier VIII. And since he could create them on his own, producing an eldritch entity like Shubh-Niggurath made the ability even more broken. Despite being a Tier VIII existence, she was an powerful being¡ªone that made his forces exponentially deadlier.

    ****

    Shubh-Niggurath soared through the skies above the vast ocean, her abyssal wings cutting through the clouds like blades of darkness. The wind howled around her, yet it failed to stir the writhing mass of tendrils and shadowy mist that constantly shifted around her form. Below her, the shimmering blue of the sea stretched endlessly, the occasional island or fortress dotting the horizon. She paid them no mind. Her destination lay ahead¡ªthe Dragon King''s Continent.

    As she neared its shores, the temperature shifted drastically. The once-calm winds grew turbulent, carrying the scent of molten rock and ancient, untamed power. Towering mountains jutted into the sky like the jagged fangs of some primordial beast, their peaks crowned with nests of slumbering dragons. Lava rivers flowed like veins across the land, illuminating the darkened cliffs in a sinister crimson glow.

    The moment she crossed into the continent, a powerful surge of mana swept toward her¡ªa barrier meant to deter intruders.

    "Hmph," she scoffed, raising a single hand.

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    The moment she crossed into the continent, a powerful surge of mana swept toward her¡ªa barrier meant to deter intruders.

    "Hmph," she scoffed, raising a single hand.

    Dark tendrils coiled around her arm before lashing out in every direction, tearing the invisible forcefield apart as though it were paper. The barrier shattered with a deep, resonating crack, sending shockwaves across the land. Almost instantly, dragon sentries patrolling the skies turned their piercing gazes toward her.

    From their colossal wingspans to their obsidian-like scales, these were no mere beasts, but monarchs of the sky¡ªproud and powerful rulers of their domain. Their roars thundered through the heavens, warning her of the foolishness of challenging their might.

    Yet, Shubh-Niggurath only chuckled.

    Then, she vanished.

    Before they could react, she reappeared amidst them, her very presence distorting the air. The dragons recoiled as an oppressive aura of madness seeped into their minds, twisting their thoughts, sowing doubt and confusion.

    One dragon¡ªa regal-looking beast of crimson scales¡ªsnapped out of the trance first, opening its maw to unleash a devastating firestorm.

    Shubh merely raised a hand.

    The inferno engulfed her, swallowing her entire figure in a sea of flames. The dragon''s eyes gleamed in triumph¡ªuntil, through the blaze, two glowing red eyes pierced the smoke.

    A monstrous tendril shot out from within the fire, wrapping around the dragon''s throat. It thrashed and roared, its claws slashing at the appendage, but to no avail.

    With a sickening crack, its massive body was hurled toward the earth, cratering into the molten cliffs below.

    The remaining dragons hesitated, their instinctual arrogance warring with their primal fear.

    "You will submit," Shubh whispered, her voice echoing directly into their minds, driving them to the brink of madness. "Or you will perish."

    The dragons trembled.

    And in the distance, deep within the Imperial Palace, the Dragon King stirred. His golden eyes flared open as he felt the disturbance in his domain.

    "A trespasser..." his voice rumbled like an earthquake.

    With a mighty beat of his wings, he took to the skies, his body wreathed in divine flames.

    ****

    Shubh soared high above the vast Dragon Continent, her eldritch form weaving through the swirling tempests that marked the edge of Xel''Zirath''s domain. The sky here was not like anywhere else¡ªbathed in perpetual golden light, a radiant glow that illuminated the entire continent. It was a testament to the Dragon King''s celestial might.

    Below her, towering citadels built from obsidian and enchanted gold stretched toward the heavens. Grand temples dedicated to the Draconic Pantheon lay beneath her feet, their priests and warriors gazing up in shock and reverence as an intruder entered their realm.

    Then, a voice boomed across the skies.

    "WHO DARES TRESPASS INTO MY DOMAIN?"

    The very air trembled as the voice carried across the vast expanse of the Dragon Continent.

    The sky ignited.

    A titanic golden dragon descended from the celestial firmament, his wings vast enough to cast a shadow over an entire city. His very presence distorted space, and his sheer heat melted the clouds around him. His scales gleamed like a living sun, each one radiating an untamed, ancient power that had ruled these lands since the dawn of time.

    Xel''Zirath, the Celestial Solar Dragon King, had arrived.

    Shubh floated in place, her abyssal form untouched by the searing radiance. She tilted her head, a smirk forming on her lips.

    "I''m here to make you submit, oh great and mighty king," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Bow before me, or I will break you."

    A low growl rumbled from Xel''Zirath''s throat, shaking the world itself. His golden eyes, burning like twin stars, narrowed in contempt.

    "INSOLENT WRETCH."

    With a single beat of his wings, the heavens shattered.

    A tidal wave of divine flames surged from his body, hotter than the core of a dying star. The sun itself seemed to dim in comparison as the Dragon King unleashed his fury.

    Shubh did not move.

    The celestial inferno crashed into her like an apocalyptic storm, consuming the entire sky. The golden fire roared, twisting into a vortex that could reduce even gods to ash. The air itself became a blazing furnace, threatening to incinerate all life on the continent below.

    But then¡ªsomething impossible happened.

    The flames twisted. Warped.

    They were being devoured.

    The golden inferno funneled into the abyssal void around Shubh, vanishing into the unfathomable depths of her existence. The Dragon King''s divine fire, the very essence of his celestial might, was being consumed as if it never existed.

    Xel''Zirath''s eyes widened.

    "Interesting," Shubh murmured, stepping forward as if she had not just withstood an attack that could have annihilated entire realms. "But you''ll have to do better than that."

    The Dragon King snarled.

    Xel''Zirath vanished from sight.

    A sonic boom tore through the sky as he reappeared before Shubh, moving faster than mortal perception could comprehend. His massive claw, large enough to crush mountains, descended upon her like the hammer of a god.

    Shubh grinned.

    BOOOOM!

    Their clash sundered the sky. A shockwave erupted, splitting the clouds apart and sending tremors through the earth. The Dragon Continent itself quaked beneath the impact.

    Shubh caught the celestial claw with a single hand.

    Black tendrils lashed out from her body, wrapping around Xel''Zirath''s arm, sinking into his golden scales. The Dragon King snarled in pain, twisting his body to free himself. His colossal tail, reinforced by the might of the stars, lashed through the sky, aiming to bisect Shubh.

    She dodged effortlessly, vanishing into the void before reappearing above him.

    Her clawed hand slammed down upon his head.

    CRACK!

    Xel''Zirath roared in fury, his form crashing into the mountains below, reducing them to rubble. A massive crater formed beneath him, the land itself unable to withstand the sheer force of their battle.

    Yet he was far from defeated.

    The Dragon King''s true power ignited.

    The sky turned white.

    The sun itself bent toward Xel''Zirath, feeding him its divine essence. His body expanded, his golden scales burning with the radiance of an unstable star. His wings stretched wider, their edges crackling with cosmic lightning. His aura alone was enough to distort time and space, warping reality itself.

    "CEASE TO EXIST!"

    His voice carried the weight of an absolute command, his authority as a Celestial Solar Dragon warping the laws of existence. Reality trembled under his decree, threatening to erase Shubh from the fabric of creation itself.

    Shubh''s smirk widened.

    "Cute trick."

    Darkness expanded.

    A monstrous, eldritch eye opened behind her¡ªan eye that should not exist. An eye that stared beyond reality itself.

    And suddenly, Xel''Zirath''s absolute command shattered.

    These are the powers of beings at the Levels of Tier VIII, a being that can destroy a continent if he wishes.

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    "Did you really think authority meant anything against me?" Shubh purred, her voice reverberating across existence. "I am beyond your rules, little dragon."

    The Dragon King charged.

    Their battle escalated.

    Xel''Zirath''s flames clashed against Shubh''s abyssal void. His claws met her eldritch tendrils. His divine might struggled against her incomprehensible existence. Each impact tore through dimensions, sending shockwaves rippling across the cosmos.

    The Dragon Continent suffered under their war.

    Oceans evaporated. Mountains crumbled. The very sun trembled, caught between their clashing forces.

    Yet, slowly... Xel''Zirath began to falter.

    His flames dimmed. His movements grew sluggish.

    Shubh''s presence was devouring him.

    "You fought well," she murmured, appearing behind him, her clawed hand pressing against the back of his head. "But you''ve lost."

    With one final push, she slammed him into the ground.

    The entire continent quaked. The land split apart. A shockwave spread across the world, shaking even distant lands.

    The once-mighty Dragon King lay defeated.

    Breathing heavily, his body shattered, his golden glow flickering weakly.

    Shubh hovered above him, victorious.

    She extended a hand. "Bow before me, Xel''Zirath. Swear fealty, and I will grant you power beyond your wildest imagination."

    For a moment, silence reigned.

    Then, slowly... the Dragon King lowered his head.

    He had been defeated.

    And now, he belonged to her.

    "Good, little dragon. Now, give me your crown," Shubh said, her voice laced with amusement.

    The Dragon King bowed his head, and from above him, a crown of the starry night materialized. It shimmered like the cosmos itself, filled with the authority of the Dragon King. The crown slowly lifted from his head, floating toward Shubh.

    But midway, she stopped it.

    She tilted her head, observing the celestial artifact. Then, she put it away.

    "You don''t want to become the King of Dragons?" he asked.

    Xel''Zirath hesitated. Silence stretched between them before he finally added.

    "...I have ruled for eons. I thought my fate was sealed. But you..." His golden eyes narrowed. "What is your purpose?"

    Shubh smirked and shook her head.

    "This isn''t for me. This is for my lord," she declared, her voice unwavering.

    The Dragon King studied her for a long moment before finally bowing his massive head again.

    "Then, who is your master?" he asked, his voice carrying a strange reverence.

    Shubh chuckled.

    "You need not concern yourself with that. Just keep doing what you were always doing. My lord has no desire to take your title or rule over dragons directly. He merely requires your loyalty and tutelage in the ways of the dragons," she explained.

    Xel''Zirath remained silent for a moment before nodding. "Then I shall remain the Dragon King in name... while acknowledging that your lord is the true ruler in the shadows."

    "Good. That''s exactly how it should be," Shubh said with a satisfied smile.

    With her mission complete, she turned and soared once more into the sky, heading toward her next conquest¡ªthe Dark Continent.

    The Divided Land of the Dark Continent

    The Dark Continent was an eternal twilight land, where the sun never truly rose, and the skies remained in a state of deep dusk. Here, three great species ruled in uneasy tension¡ªthe Dark Elves, the Vampires, and the Werewolves.

    The land was locked in a constant cold war.

    The Werewolves despised the Vampires, viewing them as parasites that fed on the weak.

    The Vampires saw the Werewolves as nothing more than savage beasts lacking civilization.

    The Dark Elves distrusted both factions, choosing to rule from the shadows, manipulating events from behind the scenes.

    It was an endless cycle of conflict¡ªone that had persisted for thousands of years.

    But things were about to change.

    For Shubh-Niggurath was coming.

    And she had no intention of leaving without taking the Throne of Darkness for her master.

    ***

    The air grew thick with mana as Shubh descended upon the Dark Continent. Black mist trailed behind her like an ominous omen. Her presence alone distorted the sky, warping the eternal twilight into an unnatural void.

    The moment she entered their domain, the three ruling factions sensed it.

    The Dark Elves, attuned to the flow of mana, felt a disruption so powerful that their ancient seers collapsed from the sheer pressure.

    The Vampires, who thrived in darkness, recoiled as they realized that this was a darkness deeper than their own¡ªone that did not nurture but devoured.

    The Werewolves, known for their primal instincts, felt something so alien and eldritch that their alpha beasts howled in fear rather than fury.

    Within minutes, war horns sounded across the entire continent.

    Three legions, each commanded by their respective rulers, gathered on the battlefield, standing at the border of their territories. It was the first time in centuries that they stood together, but this time, their enemy was not each other.

    This time, they united against a single entity¡ªShubh-Niggurath.

    Shubh also sensed it as she change her flight mid way , going towards the location, she sensed the strongest presence living on this continent.

    After another hour..

    Shubh landed at the center of the battlefield¡ªa desolate, ruined wasteland where countless battles had been fought. Her black tendrils slithered from her back, her horned crown pulsed with abyssal power, and her abyssal green eyes glowed with eerie amusement.

    Before her stood the Three Monarchs of the Dark Continent:

    Sylvara Nightshade, the Queen of the Dark Elves, dressed in obsidian robes that shimmered like the void. She wielded the Staff of Eternity, an artifact capable of twisting space and manipulating fate.

    Lord Sanguis Dracul, the Ancient Vampire King, clad in a blood-red cloak. His aura carried the weight of thousands of years of immortality and endless slaughter.

    Fenrir Bloodfang, the King of Werewolves, a monstrous behemoth standing over 10 feet tall, his body overflowing with raw, unfiltered primal energy.

    Sylvara narrowed her piercing violet eyes. "We do not know who you are, but your presence alone is an insult to our dominion. Leave now, or we will show no mercy."

    Shubh grinned.

    "Mercy? Oh, how cute."

    A pressure unlike any other fell upon the battlefield.

    The sky above split open, revealing an abyss of writhing black tendrils and thousands of abyssal eyes blinking in unison. The ground beneath withered and cracked, as if the land itself was recoiling from her mere existence.

    "It seems, she is saying she is here to dominate us" Vampire King said as he cracked his neck, his beautiful face morphing into grin, " An I bet her blood can make me more powerful" he said rushing at her.

    Dark Elf Queen didn''t said anything instead raised her staff.

    Sylvara Nightshade struck first. She raised her staff, twisting space itself as thousands of shadowy blades materialized, hurtling toward Shubh at blinding speed.

    Shubh did not move.

    Instead, she extended her hand.

    A black vortex formed in her palm, and the moment the blades touched it, they were devoured into nothingness.

    Sylvara''s eyes widened. "Impossible..."

    Before she could react, Shubh appeared behind her, whispering into her ear.

    "I''ve already seen through your tricks, little elf."

    Sylvara''s entire body froze, as if the concept of movement itself had been taken from her.

    Before she could even break free, Shubh had already moved on to her next opponent.

    Lord Sanguis Dracul moved with inhuman speed, appearing above Shubh in an instant.

    His crimson blade, forged from the blood of a thousand sacrifices, came down with the force of a collapsing sun.

    But Shubh simply smiled.

    She opened her mouth, and the very concept of his attack was devoured before it could reach her.

    Sanguis''s face twisted in disbelief. "What...?"

    "Did you really think your little blood tricks would work on me?" she mocked, appearing before him in an instant.

    She touched his forehead, and in that moment, the Vampire King felt something he had never felt in thousands of years¡ªfear.

    A nightmare of endless, eternal hunger filled his mind. A darkness beyond even vampirism.

    The great Vampire King screamed.

    And Shubh moved on to the last one.

    Fenrir Bloodfang had not attacked.

    Unlike the others, he had sensed something deeper¡ªa primal, instinctual warning that even the strongest of beasts felt when confronted with something they could not comprehend.

    "Smart little dog," Shubh mused.

    Fenrir growled, lowering himself into a defensive stance. "What are you?"

    Shubh grinned wider, revealing rows of endless teeth.

    "I am the end of all things."

    The werewolf lunged forward, his claws infused with moonlight, aiming to tear her apart.

    Shubh let him.

    His claws tore through her form¡ªonly to find that there was nothing to tear apart.

    She wasn''t physical.

    She wasn''t even real in the way they understood reality.

    Before Fenrir could comprehend his mistake, Shubh''s tendrils wrapped around him, lifting him into the air.

    She leaned in. "Join me, little wolf, or I will show you what lies beyond the abyss."

    The werewolf shook violently, his instincts screaming at him.

    And finally¡ªhe submitted.

    With all three monarchs defeated, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

    The legions who had once stood ready to fight dropped their weapons, falling to their knees.

    The Dark Continent had been conquered.

    Shubh floated above them, her presence looming like a cosmic nightmare.

    The crown of darkness materialized before her¡ªa fusion of elven wisdom, vampiric immortality, and werewolf ferocity.

    She reached out, grasping it in her hands.

    But instead of wearing it, she turned around, holding it toward the empty sky.

    "My lord," she whispered, "this belongs to you."

 Chapter 241 241: Becoming the Ruler IV

    The serene emerald skies of the Elf Continent shimmered with magic, reflecting the vast magical barrier that covered the great expanse like a living dome. Towering trees stretched high into the heavens, some so ancient their roots had burrowed through mountains. Glittering rivers ran like veins of light, carrying potent mana infused by the natural harmony of the continent.

    Elves¡ªtall, elegant, proud¡ªstood watch from silver towers that pierced clouds. Their pointed ears twitched as an unnatural ripple tore across the skies.

    Something was coming.

    No... someone.

    A dark star descended from the heavens, its wake leaving violet tears across the skies. Mana trembled. Birds cried. Trees recoiled. The once-peaceful winds howled in warning.

    Shubh-Niggurath had arrived.

    She floated above the capital of the Elf Continent¡ªSol''Anar, the Golden Crown of Elvenkind. Her mass of shadowy tendrils waved lazily, her twisted halo pulsing with otherworldly hunger. Beneath her, mana barriers surged to life as alarms rang across the continent.

    The High Council of Elves, led by the Prideful Elf Emperor¡ªValtherion El''Serin, stood upon the highest balcony of the Crystal Spire, their faces grim.

    "An abomination dares tread our sacred lands..." Valtherion''s voice echoed like frost across the air. "Let her be made an example of."

    With a raise of his hand, thousands of elven war-magi took to the skies, glyphs circling their arms. Elemental spirits danced in fury. Bows carved from world trees were drawn. The sky filled with an army of lights.

    But Shubh only laughed¡ªan eldritch, otherworldly sound that made mana itself twist in discomfort.

    "So many stars to pluck... So many proud little flames to snuff out."

    With one gesture, black gates of madness opened behind her. From them poured corrupted horrors¡ªtentacled beasts, shrieking banshees of the void, and faceless knights cloaked in screams. The skies cracked with the clash of purity and corruption.

    The Battle of Sol''Anar began.

    Elven arrows fell like comets. Spells tore the air with celestial brilliance. Spirits wept in fury as Shubh''s minions consumed them. The elves fought with valor, grace, and fury¡ªbut they faced a being born of forgotten fears and eternal madness.

    Shubh danced among the chaos, her body warping in impossible angles. She devoured time, slashed through laws of physics, and unleashed screams that shattered the will of entire battalions.

    And yet...

    Valtherion stood tall.

    His golden armor glowed with ancient light, woven from the threads of daybreak itself. Wings of solar flame burst from his back as he took to the sky.

    "You will go no further, filth of the abyss!" he roared.

    The two clashed.

    Light against void. Order against chaos. A symphony of explosions rocked the continent. Trees hundreds of feet tall were reduced to ash. Mountains crumbled. Rivers boiled.

    Valtherion summoned the Spear of Solaris, forged from the heart of a sun. With it, he pierced through Shubh''s form again and again, his power righteous and terrifying.

    But Shubh... she laughed with every wound.

    "Your light is beautiful," she whispered. "Let me show you my darkness."

    She opened her true form.

    A great eye bloomed across the heavens, surrounded by infinite maws. The skies wept ink. The stars themselves blinked out. Even the gods watching in silence turned their gaze.

    Valtherion struck with all his might¡ªhis pride, his people, his legacy in a single blow.

    Shubh caught the spear with her bare hand... and crushed it.

    "You have ruled too long," she said, voice echoing through every elf''s soul. "Bow to the Origin. Or be consumed."

    Valtherion fell.

    Not by death. But by despair.

    On his knees, his crown shattered, his eyes hollow.

    Shubh did not kill him. She left him broken, his pride devoured.

    And she took his throne¡ªnot for herself, but for her Lord.

    Leaving behind the fractured beauty of the Elven lands, Shubh soared across the skies like a streak of shadow laced in violet flame. Her wings sliced through clouds as the world beneath her shifted¡ªlush forests gave way to jagged cliffs, green faded to ashen gray, and the air grew hotter, heavier, and tinged with smoke.

    She had arrived at the Dwarf Continent¡ªKhaz''Vural, a harsh and magnificent land forged in fire and steel.

    The continent itself was a colossal mountain range of active volcanoes, rumbling furnaces, and subterranean cities carved deep into the bones of the earth. Molten rivers coursed through obsidian canyons. Steam vents hissed warnings to the careless. Every peak bore scars of craftsmanship¡ªrunes, towers, and great anvils that glowed with the eternal flame of Dwarven pride.

    And at the heart of this fiery domain, atop the most furious volcano¡ªMount Vurandur, the World-Splitter¡ªsat the Dwarf King.

    His fortress wasn''t made of stone. It was hammered from star-metal, laced with divine fire, and suspended over lava by ancient machinery older than kingdoms. The air shimmered with heat, and the mountain rumbled as if honoring the king who dared to rule from its throat.

    As Shubh descended, her presence stirred the air into chaotic spirals. Magma bubbled and danced. Golems stirred. Cannons rotated to lock onto her.

    But none fired.

    The Dwarves knew better.

    Their king¡ªThrain Ironjaw, a mountain of a dwarf with a beard braided with steel chains and eyes like smoldering coals¡ªstood upon his throne''s platform, arms crossed, great war-hammer in hand. He looked every bit the warrior-king, born of fire and shaped by anvil.

    Yet, when he saw Shubh-Niggurath descend in her grotesque elegance, her wings casting a shadow over the mountain, his expression shifted from defiance to something unexpected.

    Relief.

    He sighed. Loudly.

    "Finally," he muttered, setting his hammer down and rubbing his sore back. "Yer here to take the damn throne, aye?"

    Shubh blinked. "...Excuse me?"

    Thrain turned, walked back to his throne, and with a grunt, tossed the crown at her feet like a chunk of old iron.

    "There. All yers. No need for theatrics, lass."

    Shubh tilted her head, mildly disappointed. "You... don''t wish to fight? Not even resist?"

    Thrain waved her off with a snort. "Lass, I''m a blacksmith. Always have been. All I ever wanted was to forge the greatest weapon the world''s ever seen, not sit on a damn throne tryin'' to settle arguments between stubborn clans, bratty nobles, and lava-farmers complainin'' about spirit taxes."

    He slumped into a stone chair near the throne and continued, "I didn''t even want to be king. It was a damn crafting competition, not a coronation. Made a legendary axe, next thing I know¡ª''Oh Thrain, ye bested all the other smiths! Ye''re the new King o'' Fire and Forge!'' Bah!"

    He gestured dramatically. "Do ye know how many papers I''ve had to sign? Do ye know how many meetings I''ve been dragged into about pickaxe quotas?"

    Shubh stared at him, tendrils twitching.

    "...No eldritch corruption... no resistance... not even a speech?"

    "Speech?" Thrain scoffed. "Ye want a speech? Here''s a speech: I abdicate. I''m goin'' back to my forge. Been 70 years since I crafted aught with my own hands. If yer takin'' the throne for your ''Origin Lord'' or whatnot, go right ahead."

    He stood, grabbed his hammer, and strolled toward the massive forge at the back of the volcano, whistling.

    "Thank the forge-gods," he muttered, "I can finally finish me dragonbone war-flute."

    Shubh blinked again, then bent down, lifted the crown in one of her many hands, and gently placed it atop a floating obsidian pedestal infused with her master''s will.

    The throne lit with dark fire. Her presence was now bound to this land.

    The Dwarf King had willingly submitted.

    She paused, considering the absurd ease of her conquest, before mumbling:

    "...I like him."

    "What a cute little fella" She hummed as once again opening her void wings she soared into skies.

    After her swift and almost anticlimactic success in the Dwarf Continent, Shubh took to the skies once more, her wings spreading like an ominous veil over the lands she passed. Her next destination loomed in the eastern winds: Aestravale, the Fairy Continent¡ªa realm known not for brute force, but for dangerous enchantments, illusionary beauty, and ancient nature-bound magic.

    Unlike the volcanic rage of Khaz''Vural, Aestravale was a land of overwhelming splendor. Towering trees with crystal blossoms shimmered in the wind. Rivers sang with music, and mountains floated mid-air like drifting petals. The very air was laced with intoxicating mana, thick with glamour and deception.

    It was heaven¡ªon the surface.

    But Shubh wasn''t fooled.

    This was a battlefield painted in pastel.

    As she soared toward the grand capital Illyr''Serin, she saw floating temples, winged guardians, and massive trees that doubled as both homes and arcane cannons. The moment she crossed the barrier of the capital, reality bent. The skies split into mirrored reflections. The ground vanished beneath illusions of stars, and a grand melody echoed like a siren''s call.

    "Welcome, Emissary of Madness," a voice called out.

    Descending slowly from a crescent-moon-shaped throne of silk and glass came the Fairy King¡ªor so Shubh assumed.

    They looked divine.

    Long silver hair flowed like liquid moonlight, and their skin was smooth as polished jade. Their robe was a cascade of stars, and their wings sparkled in radiant hues that defied logic. Their beauty was unparalleled¡ªan almost genderless perfection that could easily be mistaken for the most divine of goddesses... if not for the cold, calculating eyes beneath that gentle smile.

    Shubh landed, claws cracking the golden marble path.

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    Shubh landed, claws cracking the golden marble path.

    "You''re the Fairy King?" she asked, voice flat.

    The being floated down fully, smiling with both warmth and a hidden sharpness. "Yes. My name is Caelis Virelume, King of Aestravale, Sovereign of the Thousand Lights."

    "You look like a girl," Shubh commented, her many tendrils curling curiously.

    "Flattery won''t help you," Caelis said, still smiling. "But I appreciate the honesty."

    Shubh rolled her neck, black tendrils twitching like serpents around her body. "Then I''ll be honest again¡ªkneel and swear your crown to my master. Or be torn apart and offered to the Void."

    Caelis chuckled, floating back slowly. "You creatures of darkness... always so blunt. But I''m afraid I must decline."

    With a snap of their fingers, the illusion shattered¡ªrevealing a massive army.

    Over ten thousand fairy warriors stood in the air and on the land: some with glowing bows made from living trees, others with spell-crystals orbiting them like planets. Enchanted beasts roared as they emerged from invisible folds. The trees themselves moved.

    Behind them, skyships woven of vines and gold readied magic cannons.

    "Let the heavens witness our defiance," Caelis said, raising their hand. "Let our will shape the world!"

    Then the skies erupted.

    Shubh''s wings flared wide, absorbing the first barrage of celestial arrows. They exploded with radiant force, but her dark aura pulsed outward, negating them into swirling shadows. The air filled with war cries and musical chants as the fairies unleashed their coordinated assault.

    They moved like a symphony¡ªspellblades slashing in unison, wind-dancers soaring between gaps, healing songs echoing from their backlines.

    But Shubh was a nightmare given form.

    She vanished in the blink of an eye, reappearing behind a formation and tearing through it with a storm of tendrils. Her laughter echoed across the battlefield like a song of lunacy, beautiful and horrifying. Arcane shields tried to hold her back, but her madness corroded reason itself¡ªweakening their formation, cracking their discipline.

    She summoned mouths in the air¡ªmassive fanged vortexes that swallowed battalions whole.

    But the Fairy King wasn''t idle.

    From the floating palace above, Caelis descended with wings of pure starlight, and in their hand formed a spear forged from the dreams of ten thousand generations.

    "I name thee enemy of beauty," Caelis declared, eyes glowing with divine fury.

    With a shout, Caelis threw the spear. It pierced through dimensions, exploding into mirrors of infinite light, trapping Shubh briefly in a kaleidoscope of illusions.

    A thousand versions of herself appeared around her, each casting her deepest fears.

    But she smiled.

    "I devour fear."

    With a scream that warped the air, she broke through the illusions, her form expanding¡ªtrue madness unveiled. Her hair writhed like tentacles of reality, and an eye opened on her chest, blinding all who stared.

    The fight escalated into pure chaos.

    Caelis danced through air like a waltz, warping space with every step, while Shubh painted the sky in black flame and shadow. Their clash created shockwaves that shattered floating mountains and silenced entire battalions.

    But eventually¡ª

    Shubh stood victorious.

    She walked through the broken palace, the moon-throne cracked. Caelis lay embedded in the wall, breathing heavily, wings tattered.

    "...So this is madness," they whispered.

    Shubh stood over them.

    "Beauty has its place. But my Lord''s Will... is absolute."

    She placed a black crown forged of dream-eater bone on Caelis'' brow. "Remain King. But your throne now belongs to Origin."

    Caelis closed their eyes. "As long as the music continues... I care not."

    The fairy continent was conquered. Not by brute force¡ªbut by breaking even the illusions they had long believed eternal.

    And now, only two more continents remained.

    The Human Continent and the Beastman continent.

    ***

    The skies darkened as Shubh soared above the Savagewild Expanse, the land of the Beastmen¡ªwhere civilization was carved into jungles, deserts, and wild, mountainous terrain. The continent itself didn''t look like a kingdom or a nation. It was alive. Pulsating. Ancient. The terrain shifted between thunderous stampedes and vast canopies hiding entire cities grown from roots and bones.

    Unlike the civilized nations she had conquered, this land didn''t offer grand palaces or sparkling towers.

    It offered teeth, claws, and fury.

    The Beastmen were not like the werewolves or vampires of the Dark Continent, who cloaked themselves in human form, hiding behind elegance and masks. No, the Beastmen were beasts first and foremost¡ªhumanoid in shape, but still raw with the essence of nature''s savagery. Their muscles rippled with wild power, fur covering limbs, fangs prominent even while they spoke. Their claws weren''t for show, and their tails and ears weren''t ornamental.

    To them, a humanoid form was simply a tool¡ªa convenient vessel to speak, reason, or create tools. But when rage took them, or when death clawed at their throats, they would shed that "convenience" and return to their true war forms¡ªmassive, primal avatars of their inner beast.

    And that shift came with a cost.

    In those forms, they burned brighter... but shorter. Each transformation shortened their lifespan, each battle in that state took a toll on their soul. As such, they only transformed when it mattered¡ªwhen it was truly war, truly life or death.

    Shubh knew this well.

    She could feel their bloodlust rising from the land itself. The entire continent was howling.

    Word of her conquests had reached them. The Beast Kings, leaders of the scattered tribes, had gathered for the first time in centuries at the Prime Den, a massive natural stadium formed in the hollow of a volcanic mountain. Each Beast King ruled over different domains¡ªlions, tigers, bears, serpents, eagles, and more.

    But above them all stood one being.

    Thauron, the Great Apex.

    A lion-beastman standing nearly ten feet tall in his humanoid form. Golden fur like fire in the wind, eyes like molten gold, a mane braided with the fangs of dragons. His roar had once cracked an entire valley and his claw could split mountains. But he sat still now, resting upon a throne of bones, awaiting the arrival of the one who dared march across the world unchecked.

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    A lion-beastman standing nearly ten feet tall in his humanoid form. Golden fur like fire in the wind, eyes like molten gold, a mane braided with the fangs of dragons. His roar had once cracked an entire valley and his claw could split mountains. But he sat still now, resting upon a throne of bones, awaiting the arrival of the one who dared march across the world unchecked.

    When Shubh descended into the Prime Den, the air turned electric.

    Thousands of beastmen filled the ridges, roars and growls echoing from all directions. Her eldritch wings folded behind her as her many tendrils slithered across the obsidian ground. She looked up at Thauron, tilting her head slightly.

    "I''ve come for your crown."

    There were no pleasantries.

    The beastmen didn''t waste words.

    Thauron rose slowly, his footfalls shaking the ground.

    "You''ll earn nothing here," he growled. "We are not dragons hiding in pride. Not elves lost in illusion. We do not kneel."

    The audience roared their approval, pounding weapons and fists into the rock.

    Shubh smiled.

    "I hoped you''d say that."

    Thauron didn''t hesitate. With a snarl, he burst forward with speed that shattered the obsidian underfoot. Claws gleaming with ancient enchantments slashed through the air, fast enough to create vacuums. Shubh dodged narrowly, her tendrils lashing out to block and retaliate.

    For a moment, the two blurred¡ªchaos and instinct colliding.

    But Thauron wasn''t alone. As the duel began, the other Beast Kings roared and leapt into the arena, ignoring tradition, driven by bloodlust and a shared belief that no outsider should conquer them.

    The Prime Den became a maelstrom of claws, fangs, and eldritch madness.

    A tiger queen blurred into a streak of lightning, her stripes igniting with flame as she struck from above. A serpent-king, long and coiled, wrapped around Shubh''s tendrils, trying to constrict her.

    But they underestimated her.

    Shubh laughed¡ªtruly, maniacally¡ªas she expanded, her form warping into something greater. One eye opened on her chest, then another on her stomach. Dozens of void-mouths screamed open from her limbs, devouring incoming attacks and spitting corrupted energy that turned earth to black glass.

    Still, the beastmen pressed on.

    Then, Thauron roared.

    A roar that broke the air and silenced everything.

    And he transformed.

    He grew taller¡ªhulking, monstrous. His mane became fire. His claws became blades of aura. His voice became thunder. This was not a transformation of vanity¡ªthis was war incarnate. A true Beast King War Form.

    One by one, the others followed.

    From the eagle-king''s blazing feathers to the bear-queen''s mountain-sized arms, each Beast King shed their humanoid limits, sacrificing time off their lives to defend their land.

    The arena quaked.

    But Shubh... laughed louder.

    "Good," she whispered. "Make it worth it."

    What followed was a battle of legendary proportions.

    Each strike of Thauron sent shockwaves that crumbled cliffs. Each swipe from Shubh''s tendrils ripped open the sky. One of her void-mouths devoured the serpent-king whole. She redirected the eagle''s windstorm into a spiraling black vortex, exploding mid-air.

    Eventually, it was just her and Thauron, both bloodied, both damaged¡ªhe breathing heavily, she with torn wings.

    But he was slowing.

    His war form... was fading.

    "You''ll die here," he spat, bloodied maw snarling.

    "No," she replied, voice echoing across the den. "You''ll serve."

    She unleashed her core¡ªan ancient glyph of madness spinning behind her, warping gravity and time. Her voice filled the minds of every beastman present, and even those hundreds of miles away.

    "Your strength belongs to my Master. Submit... or vanish from history."

    ?As Shubh''s proclamation echoed across the Prime Den, the atmosphere grew taut with defiance. The Beast Kings, embodiments of their tribes'' primal might, exchanged resolute glances. The air vibrated with their collective decision: they would embrace their War Forms, channeling their very essence into a final, unyielding stand.?

    The Transformation: Embracing the War Forms

    One by one, the Beast Kings began their metamorphosis. Thauron, the lion sovereign, let out a thunderous roar that resonated through the mountains. His form expanded, muscles rippling beneath a mane that blazed like a golden inferno. His eyes, now molten gold, reflected unwavering determination.?

    Beside him, Seraphina, the eagle queen, spread her wings wide. Feathers elongated into radiant plumes, each shimmering with ethereal light. Her talons sharpened, and her gaze became piercing, embodying the sky''s relentless vigilance.?

    Across the arena, other monarchs underwent similar transformations:?

    Gorrath, the bear king, whose form became a living mountain of fur and sinew, each movement causing the ground to tremble.

    Sylas, the serpent lord, elongating into a serpentine titan, scales gleaming with iridescent menace.

    Velrika, the tigress empress, her stripes igniting into patterns of molten lava, eyes burning with fierce resolve.

    These War Forms, though immensely powerful, exacted a heavy toll, consuming their life force with each passing moment. Yet, faced with the choice between subjugation and obliteration, they chose to fight with every ounce of their being.

    Thauron initiated the assault, covering the distance between himself and Shubh in a heartbeat. His claws, now elongated scimitars, sliced through the air with lethal precision. Shubh parried with her tendrils, each collision producing shockwaves that shattered the obsidian ground beneath them.?

    Seraphina took to the skies, her wings generating gusts that morphed into razor-sharp gales aimed at Shubh. Velrika maneuvered with feline grace, seeking vulnerabilities, while Gorrath''s massive fists pummeled the earth, sending fissures racing toward their adversary.

    Surrounded, Shubh''s form began to shift. Her eldritch energy coalesced, birthing additional appendages that writhed with chaotic intent. Eyes manifested across her body, each glowing with malevolent insight, anticipating and countering the Beast Kings'' coordinated strikes.?

    She retaliated by summoning voids that consumed the very essence of the surroundings, attempting to siphon the life force from her attackers. Yet, the Beast Kings'' resolve rendered them resistant to such assaults, their unity forming an impenetrable bulwark against her dark arts.

    The Prime Den transformed into a maelstrom of destruction. Lightning, fire, and shadow intermingled, painting the sky with chaotic hues. The very fabric of reality seemed to waver under the intensity of the conflict.?

    Despite her formidable power, Shubh found herself ensnared by the Beast Kings'' relentless tactics. Sylas coiled around her limbs, restricting movement, while Gorrath''s seismic assaults destabilized her footing. Seraphina''s aerial strikes diverted her focus, allowing Velrika and Thauron to deliver punishing blows.

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    Time became an abstract concept as the battle raged on. The Beast Kings, fully aware of their dwindling vitality, channeled every fragment of their existence into the fray. Their attacks grew more ferocious, each strike a testament to their unwavering spirit.?

    In a synchronized effort, they launched a final assault:?

    Thauron leaped high, descending with claws aimed at Shubh''s core.

    Seraphina summoned a tempest, directing its full fury toward their foe.

    Gorrath and Velrika attacked from opposing flanks, aiming to overwhelm her defenses.

    Sylas tightened his constriction, attempting to immobilize her completely.

    Faced with this orchestrated onslaught, Shubh unleashed a cataclysmic pulse of energy, repelling her assailants momentarily. However, the Beast Kings pressed on, undeterred by the mounting odds.

    As the dust settled, the Prime Den stood in ruins, a testament to the ferocity of the battle. The Beast Kings lay motionless, their bodies reverting to their humanoid forms, expressions serene in eternal rest. They had chosen death over subjugation, leaving behind a legacy of valor and defiance.?

    Shubh, though victorious, bore the scars of the encounter. Her form flickered, energies destabilized, a rare glimpse of vulnerability. Yet, her resolve remained unbroken. She had conquered the unconquerable, but at a cost that resonated within the very core of her being.?

    The Beastman Continent, now leaderless, stood as a silent monument to the indomitable spirit of its fallen kings. Their choice to fight unto death rather than submit would be etched into history, a poignant reminder of the price of freedom and the depths of true courage.

    "Haaah..." Shubh sighed as she sat on a nearby boulder. She had won¡ªbut the cost had not been light. Her body, usually impervious to pain, ached with wounds far deeper than flesh.

    "These Beast War Forms... truly something else," she muttered, her voice raspy as inky-black blood seeped from the cracks in her skin. Each Beast King, when they activated their War Form, had elevated themselves from Tier VIII to Tier X¡ªa terrifying power spike that had nearly cost Shubh her life. She had emerged victorious, yes... but far from unscathed.

    She was drenched in blood¡ªsome theirs, some hers¡ªand her body flickered with unstable energy as ancient glyphs pulsed faintly over her limbs. Her healing would take time.

    From each fallen Beast King, something remained. Not just their corpses, but relics of essence¡ªfangs, claws, fragments of bone or horn¡ªeach glowing faintly with lingering willpower. As if by unseen command, the pieces floated into the air and began to swirl, assembling themselves into a macabre crown, forged from the remnants of primal royalty.

    It hovered in front of her¡ªThe Crown of the Beast Continent, forged from dominance, death, and shattered pride.

    Shubh reached out with one trembling hand and took the crown, adding it to her collection, where it merged seamlessly with the others¡ªDragon, Elf, Fairy, Dwarf¡ªeach signifying a conquered land.

    After resting for half an hour, letting eldritch energies mend her torn essence, she stood and walked among the corpses of the dead Beast Kings. Her crimson eyes flicked over each one with a cold, unreadable expression.

    "You were great," she said softly. A rare admission of respect.

    Then a fanged smile stretched across her lips.

    "That''s why... I won''t leave you here to rot."

    She raised her arms, and the skies above trembled. The space behind her split open, birthing a black glyph adorned with tendrils, spirals, and the mark of forbidden knowledge. Tentacles erupted from the void, extending downward like divine threads of fate.

    "Eldritch Necromancy: Crownbound Rebirth."

    Dark light spilled over the battlefield. The glyph pulsed once, and the corpses twitched. Bones snapped. Flesh tore. Something terrible stirred within them.

    Where once lay noble kings of the Beast Tribes... abominations began to rise.

    1. Thauron the Lion

    Once a majestic sovereign of pride and honor, now re-emerged as a towering beast stitched together with obsidian flesh and glowing red veins. His mane had turned into writhing tendrils, constantly twitching like they were hunting. His mouth had split into four directions, forming a tooth-lined void that devoured even sound. His roar shattered stone and sanity alike.

    2. Seraphina the Eagle

    Her wings, once radiant and beautiful, had become great skeletal structures adorned with jagged, feather-like blades. Her eyes now glowed with an unnatural white light, and her song¡ªformerly divine¡ªwas a chorus of maddening whispers that disoriented both friend and foe. Her talons could tear through dimensions, rending space as if it were fabric.

    3. Gorrath the Bear

    He returned as a mountainous behemoth made of black steel and meat. His skin was stitched with runes in a forgotten language. His fists no longer struck¡ªthey crushed mountains. When he slammed the ground, not just earth, but space fractured around him.

    4. Sylas the Serpent

    A mass of interwoven coils and twitching eyes. His body no longer slithered¡ªit flowed like liquid shadow. His gaze, once cunning, now induced hallucinations. To look at him was to see your death a thousand times. He whispered to enemies... and their own bodies obeyed him instead of their minds.

    5. Velrika the Tigress

    Elegant even in corruption, she moved like an eldritch wind. Her stripes had become living ink, flowing across her body like calligraphy gone mad. She could appear behind you in an instant, and her claws left wounds not in flesh¡ªbut in souls. She was death that danced.

    "The harvest is bountiful," Shubh mumbled as she observed her new creations. Despite their resurrection, the Beast Kings had retained their Tier X power¡ªand now, they were bound wholly to her will.

    "Remain hidden until I call you," she commanded.

    At her word, they vanished like a fading smile¡ªsilent, swift, and swallowed by the shadows.

    "Time to return to my beloved Master," Shubh whispered as she rose into the sky, her dark wings unfolding with a ripple of power. With a single beat, she launched herself into the air, heading toward her next destination:

    The Human Continent.

    On the next day, Shubh returned to Blue Wind City. The streets were alive with joy and laughter¡ªthe annual festival was in full swing. Colorful banners fluttered in the wind, children chased each other through the crowded lanes, and the scent of sweet treats filled the air.

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    The next day, Shubh returned to Blue Wind City, just as the annual festival was underway. The streets pulsed with life¡ªvibrant colors, cheerful music, and the laughter of children filled every corner. Stalls lined the roads, offering everything from caramelized fruits to fragrant roasted meats, while dancers in traditional attire twirled to the rhythm of drums.

    Up on the balcony of the City Lord''s Castle, Luna, the current City Lord, stood beside Leon, her eyes drifting over the happy crowd below. The warm lights of paper lanterns reflected in her eyes, but there was a shadow behind them¡ªsomething quiet and lingering.

    "The last time I attended this festival... it was with my father," she said softly, a melancholic edge in her voice. "And now, just a year later... he''s no longer with me."

    Leon remained silent for a moment, then gave a quiet sigh. He didn''t offer empty words. Instead, he extended his hand, gently placing it over hers¡ªa simple, silent gesture of comfort. She looked at him, surprised at first, but then her gaze softened.

    "Thank you," she murmured.

    Behind them, the city celebrated with joy and noise. But on the balcony, amidst the flickering lantern light and the wind that carried distant laughter, the two stood in peaceful silence¡ªjust for a while.

    After a while, Shubh returned, descending silently from the skies and landing gracefully behind Leon.

    "Master, I have returned," she said calmly, her voice soft but carrying a weight that could twist the air itself.

    Leon didn''t look back. He simply raised a hand slightly, gesturing for her to remain silent.

    Shubh tilted her head, confused for a moment¡ªbut obeyed. Her lips sealed, and her ancient aura dimmed down like a storm being pulled back into the depths.

    He stood beside Luna, saying nothing, simply letting the cool night wind drift between them.

    After a few quiet moments, Luna smiled faintly and looked up at him.

    "Thank you... again," she said, her voice gentle, carrying a mix of pain and gratitude. Then, with a slight bow, she turned and began to walk away.

    As she passed by, her gaze briefly fell on Shubh.

    Shubh only smiled in return¡ªa sharp, otherworldly smile that never quite reached her eyes. Her lips parted slightly, just enough to reveal a hint of the fanged grin beneath.

    It was fortunate that Luna didn''t truly see it¡ªif she had, she might''ve been scarred for a lifetime.

    Shubh turned her gaze back to Leon, her expression now calm and composed¡ªas if that horrifying, fanged smile had never existed.

    Shubh turned her gaze back to Leon, her expression now calm and composed¡ªas if that horrifying, fanged smile had never existed.

    "Here is the crown, Master," she said, her tone respectful yet filled with pride. From the void behind her, Six distinct crowns materialized, each radiating with the essence of the continent it came from.

    Leon sat on the edge of the balcony, the moonlight casting a silver glow on his relaxed posture. He looked at the collection, a faint smirk forming on his lips.

    "Six crowns..." he murmured. "So the throne of the world is already halfway mine."

    Shubh bowed her head. "As you ordered, I retrieved each one¡ªcrushing all who resisted. No false rulers remain."

    Leon rose from his seat and walked up to her, his presence commanding. Shubh lowered herself to one knee as he stopped in front of her.

    He reached out and picked up the first crown¡ªcrafted from dragon scales and burning with the embers of an eternal flame.

    "The first one... the crown of the Dragon Continent," he declared. The weight of it seemed to shake the very mana in the air.

    He placed it gently over his head, its aura stabilizing as if acknowledging its new true owner.

    Shubh looked up. "Each one waits to be claimed by your will. All continents will kneel, in name... and in truth."

    Leon stood tall, the crown of the Dragon Continent resting upon his brow like a mantle of ancient power. Its ember-lit scales shimmered against the moonlight, a flicker of flame dancing in his eyes. For a moment, the balcony around him grew warmer, the very air pulsing with draconic heat.

    He lifted the crown from his head and gently set it on a crystalline pedestal that shimmered into being beside him¡ªa construct of his magic, made to display the spoils of dominion.

    Then, he turned to the second crown.

    It pulsed with an eerie glow, forged of ethereal silver and veins of deep violet crystal. Claws and fangs adorned its base, and a faint growl echoed from within it¡ªlike a distant chorus of beastly pride.

    Leon took it in his hands.

    "The Beastmen Continent," he whispered. "Still stubborn to the end... but now they serve."

    He placed it atop his head. His form rippled slightly¡ªhis muscles tightened, and his senses sharpened for a breathless moment, as if the raw instinct of countless apex predators surged through him. But the energy quickly bent to his will.

    With a slow exhale, he placed the second crown next to the first.

    Now came the third¡ªan elegant yet dangerous piece, seemingly woven from silver leaves and sharp crystal thorns. A soft fragrance of ancient trees and moonlit meadows wafted from it.

    Leon traced a finger along its edge.

    "The Elven Crown... prideful, pure, and so tragically brittle."

    As he wore it, his body briefly glowed with a radiant green aura, light as wind, old as the forest. His mind brushed against the deep-rooted arrogance and wisdom of a race long fallen into stagnation.

    He sighed. "Too blind to adapt. But still useful."

    He removed it and set it beside the others.

    The fourth crown was dark and beautiful¡ªwoven from obsidian and ruby, pulsing with shadows and temptation. Its presence was seductive, alluring, and absolutely lethal. The air grew cold as he held it.

    "The Crown of the Dark Continent... vampires, dark elves, werewolves. A festering pit of secrets and betrayal."

    He placed it atop his head. His shadow stretched unnaturally behind him. For a moment, the world seemed to darken around him, and whispers of forgotten oaths clawed at the edges of his mind.

    But Leon''s will was absolute. The shadows bent.

    He placed it beside the others.

    The fifth crown radiated heat¡ªscorched steel lined with molten gold, its center pulsing like a heart of lava. This was a crown forged in the belly of a volcano, tempered in endless fire.

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    The fifth crown radiated heat¡ªscorched steel lined with molten gold, its center pulsing like a heart of lava. This was a crown forged in the belly of a volcano, tempered in endless fire.

    "Dwarven crown," Leon said. "A burden they were glad to give up."

    Wearing it, his body surged with the weight of craftsmanship, creation, and fire. He could feel the strength of stone and steel settling in his bones. It was heavy, but it fit perfectly.

    He removed it slowly and set it among the rest.

    The sixth crown was unlike the others¡ªit shimmered like stardust, glimmering in soft pastels and gentle hues. It seemed more alive than crafted, the faint melody of laughter and nature humming from it.

    "The Crown of the Fairies," Leon spoke, his tone almost reverent. "A land of illusions... and frightening power beneath their beauty."

    He wore it last. His aura grew light and surreal, as though he might vanish in a wisp of dreamlike smoke. The power within was graceful, fluid, and ancient beyond measure.

    He took a breath, grounding himself, then slowly removed it.

    Six crowns now rested before him, each radiating its own essence, their powers still clinging to him like aftershocks of conquest.

    Shubh remained kneeling, eyes glowing with silent devotion.

    The six crowns at Leon''s side suddenly began to glow once more. Each one shimmered with its unique essence¡ªflames, shadows, silver leaves, molten steel, and ethereal light¡ªbefore they lifted into the air. Slowly, they spiraled toward Leon, their forms dissolving and fusing above his head.

    From this convergence, a single, new crown was born¡ªpitch black in base, yet lined with a graceful silver trim. Upon its ring were six grooves, each holding a gem that pulsed with the energy of its origin: a crimson scale for the Dragon Continent, a feral fang for the Beastmen, a leaf-shaped emerald for the Elves, a shard of obsidian for the Dark Continent, a molten gem for the Dwarves, and a soft-glowing opal for the Fairies.

    But there were two remaining grooves¡ªempty, waiting.

    One was shaped like a horned crescent: the Demon Continent''s groove.

    The other was sculpted in the form of a human crest: the Human Continent''s groove.

    Just then, a dark portal formed beside Leon. From it stepped a towering figure clad in flowing black and crimson robes¡ªthe Gluttony Demon King, one of the seven rulers of the Demon Continent. His eyes burned with chaotic hunger, but his gaze toward Leon was filled with deep respect... and caution.

    Without a word, the Demon King extended his hand, offering his Crown, Leon took it as it tunred into a gem.

    As he set the gem into the horned groove, the crown pulsed violently¡ªthen settled, now one step closer to completion. The groove was sealed, locking the demon gem into place.

    The Gluttony Demon King gave a small, twisted grin. "As agreed. The Demon Continent follows." And with that, he vanished back into the portal, leaving behind only the sound of his fading laughter.

    Now, only one groove remained empty¡ªthe one marked by the human symbol.

    "Shall I go and retrieve the Human Continent''s crown as well?" Shubh asked, kneeling once more.

    Leon nodded slowly. "Yes... go and get it," he said, his eyes still locked onto the newly formed crown floating before him. Or rather¡ªwhat it had become.

    [Crown of Zharacia]

    ¡ª A crown fit for the ruler of Zharacia, the World of Conquest ¡ª

    Forged from Star Metal, a rare cosmic alloy found only in the depths of Zharacia''s celestial ruins, this crown is said to have once rested atop the brow of a ruler who wielded a star as their weapon.

    Its very presence bends reality.

    Effect: Increases Physical Defense by 1000% and Magic Resistance by 500%.

    Increases physical and magic attack power by 100%

    Embedded within it are Eight Gems, each one representing a conquered continent¡ªevery gem a soulmark of dominion.

    ? Embedded Gems:

    Dragon Gem:

    A crimson scale turned into crystal, pulsing with draconic pride.

    Effect: Enhances elemental resistance, boosts Elemental affinity, and grants dragon intimidation aura.

    Beast Gem:

    A fang infused with primal rage, etched in ancient runes.

    Effect: Temporarily grants Beast King''s Warform, increasing raw strength and vitality massively.

    Elf Gem:

    A radiant green gem shaped like a leaf, humming with mana.

    Effect: Doubles mana regeneration, enhances healing spells, and grants forest attunement.

    Dwarf Gem:

    A molten ore-like gem forged in volcanic pressure.

    Effect: Enhances equipment durability and Quality, smithing skill, and grants mastery over Earth manipulation.

    Fairy Gem:

    A sparkling opal with shifting colors, whispering illusions.

    Effect: Enhances Spirit and illusion magic, aerial mobility, and spiritual charm resistance.

    Dark Gem:

    A shadowy shard that seems to absorb surrounding light.

    Effect: Enhances Darkness, Death, blood, moon and shadow-based abilities, grants night ruler passive, and cloak-of-darkness passive aura.

    Demon Gem:

    A burning core flickering with chaotic crimson fire.

    Effect: Increases magic penetration, grants demonic form access, and fear aura around enemies.

    Human Gem: [EMPTY]

    The groove is shaped like a crown itself, ornate and wide, symbolizing mankind''s versatile nature.

    Effect (Pending): Unknown.

    *Said to grant the Will of Conquest¡ªa passive ability rumored to makes one unconquerable.

    Leon let the crown hover gently above his hand, the gem grooves glowing in rhythm with his heartbeat.

    "The final piece..." Leon whispered, his eyes narrowing as he gazed northward. In the far distance, beyond mountain ranges and rolling plains, stood the shining jewel of the Human Continent¡ªthe Imperial Capital, a towering fortress of white marble and golden spires. It was the heart of the strongest human empire, ruled by none other than Emperor Emeric, a man revered as a god-king by his people.

    But now, that palace... that legacy... would be consumed by his creation¡ªShubh.

    "I wonder how much time it will take..." Leon murmured, more to himself than to her.

    But he would not have to wait long.

    Exactly one hour later, a storm split the skies as Shubh descended from the heavens like a falling star. Her armor was singed, smoke rising from her shoulders, and in her hand... she carried not only the Crown of the Human Continent, but also¡ª

    The severed head of Emperor Emeric.

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    Exactly one hour later, a storm split the skies as Shubh descended from the heavens like a falling star. Her armor was singed, smoke rising from her shoulders, and in her hand... she carried not only the Crown of the Human Continent, but also¡ª

    The severed head of Emperor Emeric.

    She tossed it unceremoniously at Leon''s feet.

    Leon blinked once and then asked with a faint smile, "Did he piss you off?"

    Shubh let out a low huff, brushing dust from her armor. "He said he wanted to make me his concubine," she replied flatly, disgust simmering under her voice.

    Leon chuckled softly. "He had no idea what kind of monster he invited into his bed."

    Without another word, he extended his hand. As he touched the blood-soaked head, it ignited in silent blue flames. The skull burned cleanly, collapsing into a glowing crown and then into a gem¡ªthe Human Gem¡ªpure white, swirling with soft blue fire as if containing the last breath of a dead god.

    It hovered into the air, gently fitting itself into the final groove on the Crown of Zharacia.

    [Crown of Zharacia ¡ª Completed]

    All Eight Continental Gems Embedded.

    The crown now pulsed with untold power, emitting a low hum that resonated with the very fabric of reality.

    Effect : Comprehending the laws of the world is now easier.

    Effect Unlocked ¨C Will of Conquest

    Grants its bearer divine authority. Mortals must bow. Spirits must yield. Even the world''s laws begin to erode before the true King of Zharacia. Can control whole world now, as one wishes.

    Effect Unlocked ¨C Dominion Over Realms

    Allows Leon to project his influence over conquered continents from any distance. He may call forth armies, bend landscapes, and issue absolute commands without leaving his throne.

    { Congratulations, Ascender Fang. You have completed the Final Trial. }

    { You have skipped all lower Trials and completed the Final Trial with ease. }

    { Your name is now engraved in the Hall of Fame within the Tower. }

    { The Hall of Fame is located at the peak of the Tower, a place only nine Ascenders have ever reached. }

    { You have completed your Final Ascender Trial with an EX Rating. }

    { You are the first Ascender to ever achieve an EX Rating on the Final Trial. }

    { A worthy feat that now resonates throughout the entire Tower. }

    { You have been awarded the EX-Rank Chest as a reward for your extraordinary accomplishment. }

    The moment the notifications rang out, the world around him dimmed into shades of grey. Time itself seemed to halt as Leon found himself standing within his Arcane Space once more.

    "Hmm," he sighed, rolling his neck casually. "This time... I decided not to get involved too much. Still feels strange to leave them behind like that."

    He sighed as he sat on his bed and fell asleep and unknown to him the whole Tower had trembled once again, and the worlds tethered to it were shaken as the system announced his EX Rating¡ªa feat unheard of for a Final Trial.

    Across the various layers of the Tower, Ascenders, Guardians, Watchers, and ancient beings stirred in disbelief. Many were boiling with excitement... or fear.

    Most races on higher floors were either bewildered or in fear as they heard the Ex rating by same ascender twice.

    For the ruling clans on higher floors it was like an death sentence that someone is now climbing higher to claim their spot.

    ****

    [221st Floor ¨C The Eternal Ice Mirror Domain]

    In a palace carved from living diamond-ice, the Frozen Monarch of Reflection, known only as Varael, stared into a mirror that reflected not his face, but possibilities.

    Within it, he saw Fang(Just shadow) standing atop a mountain of corpses¡ªsome of them familiar.

    "Impossible..."

    The words trembled from lips that hadn''t faltered in centuries.

    He turned to his twin generals, their bodies formed from crystallized frost.

    "Ascender Fang has earned an Ex Rating on his final trial... twice. He bypasses fate itself."

    One of them dared ask, "Shall we attempt a pact?"

    Varael''s mirror cracked.

    "No. We invoke the Cold Vow. If we cannot bind him to our side... he will never pass Floor 250."

    [237th Floor ¨C Ashen Crucible of Gods]

    A realm where only God-Slayers dwell. Where ascenders must defeat ancient war-gods to move on.

    In the black temple, Grand Executioner Maldein, a monstrous being fused from godbone and steel, crushed a divine skull in one hand while reading the etched Tower Reports glowing in the air.

    "Fang."

    He tasted the name like blood.

    "Send the Execution Orders to the Seventy-Two Flame Banners. He either joins the Crucible... or dies in it."

    From beneath the ground, bound spirits of long-dead gods howled in agreement.

    [254th Floor ¨C The Infinite Garden of Blooming Death]

    Here, every flower devours essence. Every tree speaks prophecy.

    And seated on a throne of living petals, the Empress of a Thousand Roots swayed.

    "So... a mortal walks the Tower like it''s his playground?"

    Her voice echoed through the vines and leaves of the garden, traveling to all her Bloomlords, terrifying plant-constructs forged from extinct world essences.

    "I want his blood."

    The vines wrapped tighter.

    "And his bones as roots for my World Tree."

    [291st Floor ¨C The Celestial Inquisition]

    Ruled by the Judges of Law and Flame, this floor exists to punish Ascenders deemed "too dangerous" by the Tower''s will.

    Inside the sacred court, where time and law itself bow, the Third Celestial Judge¡ªa being made of golden runes and eternal flame¡ªread the Tower''s announcement:

    [Ascender Fang has cleared Final Trial with Ex Rating ¨C Twice.]

    He rose slowly.

    "That... has never occurred in the last 30,000 Tower Cycles."

    He turned to the other judges.

    "Mark him as a Crimson Anomaly."

    Another judge, cloaked in stardust and chains, whispered:

    "We must cleanse him before he reaches Floor 300."

    [299th Floor ¨C Throne of Voidlight]

    Here, only Nine True Kings dwell. Each one governs reality itself in fragmented aspects¡ªtime, chaos, light, destruction, etc.

    And as Fang''s name was engraved in the Hall of Fame, their thrones shuddered.

    "...Another one?" muttered King Solakar of Broken Light. "Already?"

    The Voidlight trembled as he felt Fang''s existence crawling ever closer to their dominion.

    "If he reaches Floor 300... he may become the Tenth."

    All Nine turned toward the center, where a black throne stood empty.

    For millennia, no one had claimed it.

    Until now, perhaps.

 Chapter 248: World Ruler

    "Time to open the chest," Leon murmured as he raised his hand toward the Trial Chest that hovered in front of him, glowing with transcendental energy.

    The moment he touched it, radiant symbols ignited across the chest''s surface. With a soft click, it opened¡ªand a wave of unimaginable power burst forth.

    { You have opened the Final Trial Chest! }

    { You have obtained the Lost World: Zharacia }

    [ Zharacia: A Forgotten World Reborn ]

    Zharacia was once a magnificent realm teeming with elemental harmony, divine races, and vast civilizations that touched the stars. But millennia ago, it fell into ruin during the Great Collapse, its core shattered, its skies torn apart, and its name lost to time.

    But now... its heart has been restored.

    The World Core has recognized Ascender Fang as its Sovereign.

    The moment your hands touched the restored core, the very world of Zharacia awakened once again¡ªrebuilt from memory, magic, and ancient purpose.

    { The World of Zharacia is now bound to Ascender Fang }

    { Title Gained: World Ruler ¨C Zharacia }

    ? As the ruler of Zharacia, you may now:

    Summon the realm anywhere within Tower-space

    Cultivate any races and forces within it

    Harness Zharacia''s Essence to strengthen yourself and your companions

    Access World-based skills and realm-creation tools

    Declare World War against other Ruler Realms (Floor 300+)

    { You are the 361st person in recorded Tower history to own a World }

    { However, Zharacia is the first world to be completely restored from collapse in 12 Tower Cycles }

    The light faded, and in Leon''s palm floated a small, pulsating orb¡ªthe World Seed of Zharacia. It looked like a miniature planet, glowing with shifting runes, storm clouds, and glimmers of civilization deep within.

    "A world... of my own," he whispered.

    And in that moment, countless beings across the Tower felt it¡ªThe Notifications rang

    A new World Ruler had risen.

    Leon held the glowing World Seed gently in his palm, its pulse syncing with his own heartbeat. Without hesitation, he guided it toward his Arune Key¡ªthe symbolic anchor of his personal space and power.

    As the seed touched the Arune Key, a brilliant surge of light burst forth. The key absorbed the World Seed with a soft chime, and suddenly¡ª

    His Arune Space began to change.

    What was once a small, secluded dimension¡ªbarely larger than a palace ground¡ªbegan to tremble. The borders stretched endlessly, the air thickened with mana, and sky formed where none existed before.

    A swirling storm of cosmic energy engulfed everything until... it stabilized.

    Before him now existed an entire world.

    A vast, living world.

    Half of the planet was submerged under deep, crystal oceans¡ªendless, powerful, and filled with strange blue light. The other half floated with massive, drifting landmasses¡ªdisconnected continents orbiting gently in the sky like floating islands of a forgotten era.

    Leon floated above it all, taking it in from the celestial canopy of his newly reshaped Arune World.

    "Just like in the Trial World..." he murmured, eyes glinting.

    His voice echoed in the silent, newborn sky. Clad in white robes formed by his refined soul-force, he lifted his hand and summoned a silvery-white thread of energy.

    It shimmered like a voice¡ªthe White Voice from the Trial.

    "Hmm... it''s not so bad," Leon muttered as the thread unraveled itself across space.

    Like a painter sweeping across canvas, it carved stars into existence, aligned moons into orbit, and breathed light into a newly formed sun. Cosmic winds whispered around him as the world bloomed into a complete realm.

    "Now this... this looks like a proper world."

    A sunlit sky. Moons gliding silently in the distance. Floating continents basking in soft golden light. Waters shimmering with depthless secrets. And at the center, a tower-like palace rising from the ocean, crowned in white-gold stone.

    This was Zharacia, reborn.

    And it now belonged to Leon

    Leon spent hours drifting through the skies of Zharacia, his gaze sweeping across the boundless oceans, drifting continents, and endless forests. But the deeper he explored, the more a single truth became clear.

    "It''s empty," he muttered with a sigh.

    There was no sound but the whisper of wind over water, no movement but the waves brushing against stone. No creatures, no beasts, no civilization. The world was beautiful... but hollow. A masterpiece without a soul.

    And then¡ª

    a series of ethereal messages echoed into his mind:

    { Ascender Fang, your world lacks life. }

    { To bring vitality to Zharacia, you must complete designated World Quests. }

    { New Questline Unlocked: [ World Quests ¨C Zharacia Rebirth ] }

    { Available now at the Tower Ascender Association }

    Leon raised an eyebrow as the messages faded, "hmm, And I though I can just bring others here" he mumbled as he exited his Arune space...World now.

    And then, in the blink of an eye, Leon appeared inside a vast and grand structure¡ªthe Tower Association Headquarters.

    Every Ascender who steps onto the 11th floor appears here first. From this point onward, the rules of the Tower change drastically: death is no longer reversible. Starting on Floor Eleven, death means true death¡ªno revives, no resets.

    Because of that, all paths from here on were no longer random or chaotic, but designed, structured, and filled with intelligent oversight.

    Here, the Tower Assistant Menar awaited¡ªbeings chosen to guide and verify the identities of those who had reached this stage.

    "Welcome, new Ascender. Please proceed to the Check-In Area," a smooth but slightly aquatic voice said.

    Leon raised an eyebrow. The voice belonged to what appeared to be a walking, talking fish¡ªthough far more refined than any common beast. A noble member of the Deepkin, a high-tier race from the Floor 50+ Ocean Realms.

    Still, the being bowed with elegance and continued, "I am Menar-Type Six, your assigned Entry Assistant. Do follow the path¡ªyour trial record is already causing... waves."

    Leon nodded politely, unfazed. He had met worse things than fish-men, and the way this one carried itself showed it was no joke. Quietly, he followed toward the designated Check-In Area, where the path of a true Ascender would officially begin.

    "I hope my identity isn''t leaked," Leon muttered under his breath.

    The Menar¡ªone of the Tower''s enforcers, almost like a cross between a police officer and a protocol agent¡ªnodded calmly.

    "Rest assured. Since you''ve already registered under VIP Privilege Level 1, your identity is sealed. However," she continued with a hint of caution in her tone, "some information may still leak if higher-level entities try to dig. I recommend you upgrade to VIP Level 5 if you wish for total anonymity¡ªeven against higher floors."

    Leon gave a short nod and accepted the prompt that appeared in front of him. With a casual flick, he upgraded his profile. The system didn''t ask him for any payment. Of course¡ªit was a courtesy to the one who had shattered records.

    "Very well," the Menar smiled, handing him a silver-black identification card. "Welcome to the real Tower, Ascender Fang. Though I''m not sure I should even call you that anymore. You''re more like a Mythical Being¡ªsomething that appears once in many cycles."

    Leon gave a faint smirk.

    "Can I know your name?" he asked as they walked.

    The Menar turned to him, her elegant fins fluttering behind her like a cloak. "My name is Imeria. It''s a pleasure to serve someone like you, Ascender Fang."

    Leon shook his head. "You can call me Leon."

    After a moment, his registration was complete. Leon stepped out of the Tower Association''s main hall and looked outside¡ªonly to be greeted by the breathtaking sight of a vast, bustling city sprawled beneath a twilight sky.

    The city was unlike anything Leon had seen before.

    Massive towers of crystal and steel pierced the sky, their peaks surrounded by glowing rings of energy. Floating platforms moved people and goods between levels, guided by arcane runes. The air shimmered with mana so dense it was visible to the naked eye, forming trails of color as spirits, constructs, and beasts moved freely among the crowds.

    On the streets below, Ascenders from countless races mingled¡ªelves with luminous tattoos, giants with stone-carved armor, even phoenix-born wrapped in fiery cloaks. Stalls sold otherworldly wares: breathing fabrics, soul-bound weapons, elixirs that sang to the drinker. Each step hummed with the pulse of the Tower itself.

    Above the city skyline, a colossal golden spire dominated the center¡ªit was the "Tower Nexus," the gateway to the 12th floor and beyond. Surrounding it were nine flying fortresses, rumored to be homes to the Nine High Ascenders currently dominating the upper floors.

    Leon stepped forward, eyes narrowed.

    "So this... is the world of true challengers," he muttered.

    A Tower Attendant handed him a thin card made of shimmering metal, marked with the symbol of a blooming lotus.

    "Your Ascender Badge, Sir Leon," she said politely. "With this, you have access to the Tower Association''s services, housing districts, quest boards, and markets. And as a VIP-5 member, a private estate has already been assigned to you in Skyflare Sector."

    Leon took the card and nodded.

    "Lead the way," he said. His tone was calm¡ªbut his heart beat with anticipation.

    And from here on there are only Elites, making it much better fro him.

 Chapter 249 249: World Quests

    The guide led Leon through shimmering walkways suspended in midair, bypassing busy traffic as they made their way to the Skyflare Sector¡ªa luxurious district reserved only for high-ranking VIP Ascenders.

    Every building here floated, suspended on massive platforms, surrounded by celestial gardens and mana-infused waterfalls that cascaded into the clouds. Rare beasts flew overhead¡ªgriffins with crystal feathers, cloud panthers lounging on levitating stones, and even a small wyrm that shimmered like moonlight.

    They finally arrived at Estate 37-S, a sleek yet majestic manor carved from soulwood and star-glass. The gates opened automatically as the attendant bowed.

    "This is your home, Ascender Fang," she said with a respectful tone. "Your identity has been masked under VIP-5 protocols. No one except Tower Authority or someone you allow personally can access your information."

    Leon nodded, stepping inside.

    The estate responded to his mana signature instantly. Runes lit up the walls, mana lamps ignited, and the entire space adjusted in warmth and brightness according to his preference.

    "...Feels oddly peaceful," Leon muttered.

    The estate had multiple chambers: a massive training hall, personal library, meditation garden, an alchemy lab, and even a stargazing observatory. On the far wall, there was a map projection of the Tower''s known floors¡ªup to floor 500. Floors beyond were grayed out, uncharted.

    "Hmm... Angelica resides on much higher floors," Leon mumbled as he looked toward the uncharted regions of the Tower map. "It seems... they are original beings actually living within this Tower," he thought, narrowing his eyes as he traced the mysterious sections that even the Tower Association hadn''t fully charted.

    Just then he snapped his finger, creating a Rift, and moments later, familiar figures stepped out¡ªRoselia, Roman, Millim, Naval, and Liliana emerged, each carrying a trace of world energy on their bodies.

    "Are we on the 11th floor now?" Naval asked, glancing around at the floating city in awe.

    Leon gave a small nod. "Yeah. From here on, things change... this is where real danger begins."

    "This room is great! It comes with all kinds of protections!" Roselia said, sitting on the edge of the massive bed and looking around the lavish chamber.

    Leon nodded casually. "Well, it''s a VIP Level room. Costs me 10 billion gold coins annually," he added with a shrug as he dropped onto the couch beside the window.

    "This place is a treasure in itself," Roman remarked, while Liliana wandered around inspecting every corner. Naval, meanwhile, had already flopped onto the bed, bouncing a little before settling with a satisfied sigh.

    "So..." she started, her eyes shifting between the others. "How do we begin? Should we go out and explore the city... or start doing Tower Quests right away? Should we play it safe and gather information first?"

    Leon glanced at her and replied calmly, "I have other quests to take care of first." He then projected a glowing panel in the air, showing the quests he''d recently picked up.

    They were no ordinary tasks.

    These were high-tier World Ruler Quests, designed specifically for those who had claimed a world. Most required him to defeat powerful bosses and retrieve their core essence¡ªeach one capable of becoming a unique species seed for the barren world of Zharacia.

    "You''re a World Ruler now?!" Milim suddenly spoke up, rushing over to Leon with wide, sparkling eyes.

    As an daughter of an powerful figure¡ªand the daughter of a World Ruler herself¡ªshe knew exactly what that title meant. In her father''s case, it had always been more symbolic than literal, yet it still granted him many powers and privileges.

    But now Leon had truly become one.

    And not just any World Ruler... but a True World Ruler, unlike her father who is just in name being the strongest in their world.

    She looked at him with an odd mix of awe and curiosity. "So... does that mean you can create entire civilizations now? Mold nature? Control the laws of your world?"

    Leon smirked slightly. "That''s the idea. But I''ll need to complete more World Ruler Quests to unlock the full potential."

    Milim folded her arms, eyes twinkling. "Heh, interesting... You kept becoming more and more powerful Leon."

    Leon shrugged as they looked at him in wonder how in their absence he become a World Ruler.

    Leon didn''t kept them in suspense as he told them what was his trial and how it ended up giving him a World.

    "I guess only you could''ve pulled it off that easily," Roman said, shaking his head with a smirk as he listened to how Leon ended up gaining the title of World Ruler¡ªand an entire world named Zharacia.

    The others nodded in response, sharing the same awe and surprise.

    "So," Roselia spoke up, crossing her arms, "let''s do these quests. I want to see how your world ends up gaining life."

    Leon nodded with a faint smile. "Yeah. But let''s start by selecting the Founding Five¡ªthe first five beings who''ll become the foundation of Zharacia. Since they''ll be the first-born, they''ll hold a special place. The loyalty of anyone born in my world will naturally belong to me, but the Founding Five... they''ll be tied to my will directly."

    He looked around at his companions with seriousness in his tone.

    "So let''s choose carefully. They''ll be strong, capable, and symbolic. The cornerstones of what Zharacia stands for. I want the best for my world¡ªand the best in it."

    Milim grinned. "Oho~! Sounds like fun. Want help deciding who they''ll be? Or are we going to summon new beings entirely?"

    Leon turned to her, smirking. "A little of both. But this world... it needs to reflect me. So they won''t just be strong. They''ll be made to fit my world, and carry my will forward."

    Milim''s eyes sparkled with curiosity. "So what kind of beings are you thinking for the Founding Five? Elemental guardians? Beasts? Divine spirits? Or... people like us?"

    Leon folded his arms as he stared out into the distance, into the stars and moons orbiting his empty world. "I want each of them to represent a core concept of Zharacia. Strength. Wisdom. Balance. Growth. And Legacy."

    Roselia raised an eyebrow. "That''s quite the lineup. So, five avatars of your ideals?"

    He nodded. "Exactly. Each one will govern a region, watch over their people, and serve as the pillar of the world''s culture and law."

    Millim tapped her chin. "Let''s name them together. The foundation of a world starts with names, after all."

    All of them began to brainstorm, and after a while, they finally came up with a draft for the five kings they wanted.

    1. Kaelith, the Flame of Strength

    A warrior-queen clad in molten armor, her every strike forges the mountains and shapes the lands. She will embody resolve, willpower, and unyielding force¡ªthe drive that pushes civilizations to rise from nothing.

    Region: The Obsidian Highlands

    Aspect: Strength

    Race: Fireborn Titaness

    Personality: Proud, passionate, and loyal beyond measure ]

    2. Elandra, the Whisper of Wisdom

    A calm, ethereal being who dwells within the Moonlight Vale. She is the silent observer of truth, keeper of history, and guide to knowledge.

    Region: Moonlight Vale

    Aspect: Wisdom

    Race: Moonveil Elf

    Personality: Gentle, serene, mysterious ]

    3. Theron, the Balance Bearer

    Half-beast, half-man, Theron walks both the wild and civilized worlds. He governs law, justice, and harmony, ensuring neither light nor darkness dominates.

    Region: The Verdant Divide

    Aspect: Balance

    Race: Beastkin Druid

    Personality: Stoic, thoughtful, firm ]

    4. Sylia, the Root of Growth

    A radiant life-giver who dances through forests and jungles. Her very breath brings ecosystems to bloom. She is the essence of evolution and nurturing progress.

    Region: The Blooming Wilds

    Aspect: Growth

    Race: World Dryad

    Personality: Playful, compassionate, nurturing ]

    5. Vaeros, the Keeper of Legacy

    An ancient phoenix reborn in every age. He remembers the past, records the present, and shapes the future. His flames do not burn¡ªthey preserve.

    Region: Skyhold Spire

    Aspect: Legacy

    Race: Eternal Phoenix

    Personality: Wise, poetic, ageless ]

    "I think this will do," Roman said as they all looked over the five of them. "Except... they''re all World Rank bosses of the Mythical grade¡ªand a Mythical-grade boss is usually ten times stronger than any king at the same rank," he added, glancing at Leon.

    "But yeah... considering your abilities, it''s nothing much," he finished with a smirk, referring to how Leon could summon high-level beings easily and even keep them indefinitely.

    Leon grinned at Roman''s words, his confidence quietly radiating. "Exactly. These five won''t just be guardians or rulers¡ªthey''ll be the pillars of Zharacia. My world deserves nothing less than the absolute best."

    Roselia nodded, arms crossed. "We''re not just picking strong beings¡ªwe''re choosing personalities who''ll shape this world''s destiny. They need power, wisdom, loyalty... and a bit of madness."

    Naval tilted her head. "Madness?"

    Roselia smirked. "Controlled madness. The kind that shakes the heavens when needed."

    Millim chuckled. "I like that. Chaos makes things interesting."

    Liliana, who''d been quiet so far, finally spoke. "We should make sure they''re balanced too. A brute force type, a strategist, a ruler, a spiritual guide... and maybe one wild card."

    Leon tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I agree. We need variety. I don''t want a world ruled purely by strength¡ªit has to be functional and visionary."

    "Then it''s settled," Roman said. "Let''s begin preparations to summon and bind them into your world."

    Leon turned his gaze toward the open skies, the distant horizon of his personal world Zharacia expanding endlessly. "Let the era of Zharacia begin."

    [World Quest: Rise of the Five Kings ¡ª Initiated]

    Objective: Select and Summon Five Mythical-Rank World-Class Bosses to Serve as Founding Kings of Zharacia.

    Note: Each King will influence the nature, evolution, and culture of the regions they govern.

    Reward: +25% World Growth Speed, +5 Permanent Ascension Points, World Law Customization Unlocked.

 Chapter 250 250: Origin Hunt

    "Let''s start with the hunt then, and for that, we need to go to the 131st floor¡ªhome of the Titaness we need to hunt," Leon said as he stood. They were on the 11th floor now, but the bosses required for the World Quest were scattered across the 100+ floors.

    "So... we''re back to normal quests, level-up phases, and then continue to ascend?" Millim asked, and he nodded.

    "Yes. That''s the plan," he replied as they prepared to move.

    "But we''ll also do the Dungeon Quests, the rare and hidden ones," Leon added, his expression serious. "Since death is real from now on, most dungeon quests are ignored unless someone is absolutely sure the reward is worth risking their life."

    He then flipped through a few pages of his quest log. "There''s one in particular¡ªcalled the Mystic Cave. One person once tried to explore it and never returned. Another tried to borrow the illusion core that resides within it, but he ended up going mad. The only ones who made it out alive were a few legendary ascenders who left no record of how they survived."

    He glanced toward the Mystic Cave quest icon. "Let''s do this. I''m confident. Though the illusion core can hinder your senses and twist your perception."

    "I was going to suggest that myself," Roman said with a small grin. "Count me in. I want to see how this cave messes with our minds."

    Leon smirked. "Then let''s move. The era of safe play is over."

    ***

    The group made their way to the Teleportation Hub, a towering circular building made entirely of gleaming obsidian and flowing crystal streams. Floating sigils hovered in the air, shifting constantly to form gateways to various kingdoms and floors.

    Each member stepped onto one of the glowing platforms marked "Long-Range Inter-Floor Travel."

    "Destination?" asked the ethereal AI-like guide.

    Leon spoke clearly, "Kingdom of Lysor, Northern Border ¨C Mystic Cave Dungeon Entrance."

    A low hum vibrated beneath their feet as the circle lit up with runes. One by one, their bodies were engulfed in shimmering silver light. In a flash, the group vanished from the Teleportation Hub.

    A moment later, in the Kingdom of Lysor...

    They appeared just outside a massive ancient ruin partially sunken into a mountainside. The air was heavy with mist, and a chilling wind blew down from the icy northern peaks.

    "Whoa... this place is already creepy, and we haven''t even entered the cave yet," Naval muttered, adjusting her cloak.

    The group stood at the edge of a frozen forest. Beyond it lay the Mystic Cave, its mouth hidden under twisting roots and glowing mushrooms, giving off an eerie pale-blue light. Cracked runes were etched into the surrounding stone, barely visible due to time and erosion.

    A tall, black obsidian monolith stood beside the cave entrance with ancient inscriptions pulsing faintly.

    Leon stepped forward, reading it aloud, "''Only those who trust not their eyes, but their will, shall pass through the illusions of the old gods.''"

    "Perfect," Roman said sarcastically. "So we''re going in blind."

    "No," Leon replied, narrowing his eyes, "We''re going in guided by instinct."

    Millim cracked her knuckles with a grin. "Sounds fun."

    Roselia glanced around. "We''ll set up a mental link before going in. If anyone breaks it... assume they''ve lost to the cave''s illusion."

    Leon nodded. "Good call. Once we step inside, there''s no turning back until we conquer it."

    They all exchanged a look of silent understanding... then stepped toward the Mystic Cave Dungeon, vanishing into its shadowed maw.

    As they entered the Mystic Cave Dungeon, the world shifted immediately. A thick fog enveloped them, muting their footsteps and cloaking the air in a damp, dreamlike haze. The tunnel twisted unnaturally, its shape bending and coiling like a serpent''s spine. There were no walls¡ªonly shadows pretending to be stone.

    Leon took the lead, his Miracle and Sage Eyes glowing faintly like a compass, Their light slicing through the illusions.

    "Keep your focus," he said sharply. "The cave feeds on your doubts."

    As they moved deeper, the ground beneath them turned slick, coated with dew that shimmered like stardust. Time felt slower here, and sounds became warped¡ªvoices echoed without being spoken, and whispers crept along their ears like silk threads.

    Suddenly, the path ahead split into five separate tunnels.

    "They''re illusions," Roselia said calmly, her crimson eyes flaring. "They want to separate us."

    But Leon held out his hand. "No... these aren''t just illusions. They''re personalized trials."

    Before anyone could respond, the ground cracked beneath each of them, and one by one, they were pulled into different corridors¡ªseparated by the cave''s will.

    Leon''s Path:

    He landed softly in a world of stars¡ªfloating platforms suspended in the cosmos. Each step made ripples across the void.

    A figure appeared across from him. It was... himself.

    "You seek to rule a world, yet cannot even command your own doubts," the illusion said, mirroring every detail of his appearance.

    Leon narrowed his gaze. "I don''t need you to tell me what to do"

    His clone attacked, wielding the same powers, same strength¡ªbut lacking the purpose. The battle between will and fear began.

    Millim''s Path:

    She found herself in a ruin of her own kingdom¡ªher father''s throne shattered, citizens turned to stone.

    A voice whispered:"This is what happens when power is left unchecked."

    Millim clenched her fists. "I''m not my father... and I don''t run from my strength."

    As the illusion of her father rose to challenge her, she smiled. "I laways wnated to beat the shit out of you."

    Roselia''s Trial ¨C "The Fallen Flame"

    Roselia found herself standing in a ruined battlefield, soaked in blood and ash. The flags of her fallen homeland lay shredded beneath her boots. Around her were lifeless bodies¡ªsoldiers, comrades, even children. The skies were a burning crimson, the sun a distant ember.

    At the center of the destruction stood a familiar figure¡ªher former mentor, eyes hollow, armor cracked, pointing his sword at her.

    "You let them die. You became stronger, but at what cost?"

 Chapter 251: Mystic Cave

    Roselia froze. This battlefield was a twisted recreation of her greatest failure¡ªwhen she had chosen to protect one village and left another to burn. She''d buried that guilt under strength, ambition, and pride.

    But now it stood before her.

    Tears welled in her eyes as she drew her blade. "I carry them with me. Every step, every fight, I walk for the ones I couldn''t save."

    The illusion struck first, but Roselia fought not just with skill¡ªbut with heart. When the illusion crumbled, it left behind a burning rose, which she plucked and tucked into her armor, silently honoring her fallen.

    Roman''s Trial ¨C "The Mirror of Betrayal"

    Roman stood in a pristine white temple, surrounded by golden pillars. At its center was a banquet table filled with familiar faces¡ªhis family, old friends, companions long gone.

    They raised their glasses, smiling.

    "Welcome back, Roman. You finally chose us over them."

    Then he saw it¡ªLeon''s head, placed on a silver platter.

    He stepped back in horror as their smiles turned sharp, monstrous. "You''re one of us," they chanted. "Why fight for someone who will abandon you just like the rest?"

    This trial played on Roman''s past¡ªbetrayals from comrades, scars left by those he trusted. A hidden fear: that Leon would one day walk away too.

    But as the illusion pressed in, Roman pulled his spear from thin air and shouted, "I chose my path¡ªand I''ll never regret who I stand beside!"

    With each thrust, he shattered the false faces. The temple fell apart, revealing a starlit sky, and his spear glowed faintly with a new inscription: "Loyalty, Not Blood."

    Naval''s Trial ¨C "Echoes of Emptiness"

    Naval stood in the middle of a lavish ballroom, alone. Every mirror reflected a different version of her¡ªsmiling, crying, raging, broken.

    In one mirror, she saw herself surrounded by friends. In another, she was a queen. In another still, she was a forgotten girl, lost in the rain.

    Then the lights dimmed. A voice whispered, soft and cold:

    "No matter what you become, you''ll always be alone."

    The mirrors began to crack. The reflections laughed at her, showing all the times she was excluded, overlooked, or doubted her worth.

    Her fists trembled.

    But then she remembered the others¡ªLeon pulling her into this journey, Roselia challenging her, Millim bickering playfully with her.

    "I''m not alone. Not anymore."

    Naval clenched her dagger, slashed through the illusion, and every mirror shattered. From the shards, a silver bracelet formed¡ªengraved with five stars, each one representing a bond she had forged.

    Liliana''s Trial ¨C "The Empty Cradle"

    Liliana opened her eyes to a cold, gray world.

    She stood barefoot on cracked stone floors, surrounded by high, unwelcoming walls of a crumbling orphanage. The air was still, lifeless. Rain poured through holes in the roof, and the only sound was the distant drip of water echoing through abandoned halls.

    She recognized this place immediately¡ªthe orphanage she grew up in, or rather, the twisted version of it. The walls whispered her name, not out of love, but out of bitter accusation.

    "Liliana..."

    "Why were you the one adopted?"

    "Why did you leave us behind?"

    "Why did you forget?"

    She walked forward slowly. Ghostly children stood in her path¡ªfaces she knew. Some had died. Some had vanished. Some she''d protected... others she had failed.

    One little girl with hollow eyes stepped forward.

    "You said you''d come back. You never did."

    Liliana fell to her knees. The guilt, long buried beneath her calm demeanor and quiet strength, surged forward like a tidal wave. She had promised. She had left them.

    "I didn''t forget," she whispered, fists clenched against the cold stone. "I couldn''t come back then... but I never stopped remembering."

    The child raised a hand. "Prove it."

    A soft blue flame appeared in Liliana''s palm¡ªher magic, her will, her memory. It spread outward, igniting warmth into the gray world. The ghostly children smiled, one by one vanishing into the light.

    In the silence that followed, a tiny music box appeared on the ground. She picked it up, and as it played a gentle lullaby, Liliana whispered:

    "I walk forward for all of us."

    One by one, the swirling mists surrounding the individual trial paths parted.

    A faint hum of arcane power still lingered in the air, as though the dungeon itself recognized their growth¡ªoffering silent approval. The six of them emerged from different directions of the massive crystalline chamber at the center of the Mystic Cave Dungeon, where the trials had taken place.

    Leon was already there, waiting at the center with arms folded, his eyes scanning the reuniting group like a quiet guardian.

    Roselia stepped out first, her long coat torn in a few places, her gaze harder¡ªmore resolute. The trial had tested her loyalty and fear of abandonment, but she walked with the poise of someone who had reaffirmed her identity.

    Right behind her, Roman appeared. He looked calm on the outside, but his knuckles were still white from how tightly he clenched his sword. The illusions had forced him to confront his greatest fear¡ªbecoming a tyrant like those he''d once sworn to fight. His silent nod to Leon said everything: I''m still me.

    Naval walked out next, eyes wide but clear. Her trial had pushed her through the pain of being underestimated, ridiculed, and doubted¡ªa pain she masked behind her bubbly nature. But now, that energy had a steely edge, a silent determination to never let anyone define her again.

    And then¡ªLiliana.

    She didn''t say anything at first. Her eyes swept the room like someone freshly returned from a distant storm. But the way she stepped closer to her companions said more than any words could: she wasn''t alone anymore. She never would be again.

    Last came Millim, her expression strangely quiet. Unlike the others, her trial hadn''t just been internal¡ªit had been a reflection of legacy. Of expectations. Of what it meant to inherit power... and what it meant to wield it with responsibility. She cracked a small smile when she saw the others.

    "Guess we all made it," she said, walking up to Leon and giving him a playful nudge. "Even if it looked like hell trying."

    Leon gave a short chuckle, then looked at each of them¡ªone by one.

    "You all passed."

 Chapter 252: Mystic Cave II

    "You all passed."

    "Ahaha, of course we did!" Naval laughed and said, and the others chuckled too.

    "Anyway, let''s see what''s at the end of this dungeon," Leon added as they nodded and began walking further in. Soon, they reached what looked like a boss chamber.

    "I guess this is the real end then. It was the only path forward... but since not many have made it past the trials, it''s safe to assume the boss might be the real reason, as the earlier trial felt easier," he said, and they all nodded in agreement.

    They stepped into the vast boss chamber, the air thick with unnatural silence. In the center sat a creature, meditating. Its body was humanoid¡ªtall and muscular¡ªbut its head was that of a goat, twisted and horned, with glowing crimson eyes closed in deep focus. Ancient runes pulsed faintly across its chest and arms, and a circle of arcane symbols surrounded it on the ground.

    "That''s no ordinary boss," Roman muttered, instincts on high alert.

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Be ready. Something''s... off."

    As they cautiously approached, the illusion around them began to shimmer. The world twisted. Reality bent like a mirage. The cave turned into a battlefield. The air became dense with grief and despair. Their hearts grew heavy, illusions clawing at their minds, trying to break them down again.

    But then¡ªa scream tore through the distortion.

    They turned sharply to see the goat-headed monster, the so-called guardian of the chamber, thrashing in panic. Dark, coiling tendrils had wrapped around its limbs, dragging it down into the arcane circle.

    A figure stepped out from the shadows, quiet as the void. A woman, clad in a flowing black dress, her eyes glowing faintly violet. Her presence devoured the illusions, peeling them away like mist under sunlight. The power she radiated was ancient, unfathomable.

    The monster struggled, but it was far too late. She raised one pale hand, and with a simple gesture, the tendrils surged, crushing the guardian''s body with a wet, echoing snap before dragging it into the shadows below. Silence returned.

    Leon exhaled slowly, stepping forward.

    "Thanks, Shubh," he said softly.

    The lady in black turned her gaze to him, the faintest smile playing on her lips¡ªcold, mysterious, but not unkind. She didn''t speak, but her eyes said enough.

    I''m watching. I''m always near.

    The others stared at her with awe and unease. None of them had seen her enter. None of them sensed her approach. And yet, she was here... and gone, just as suddenly.

    "...She''s terrifying," Roselia whispered.

    "My latets cretion a Embodiemnet of Terro"Leon said a she added.

    Leon nodded. "She''s a protector of Zharacia now. My world has its shadows, too."

    Liliana shivered. "Remind me not to get on your bad side, Leon..."

    He chuckled softly, stepping toward the arcane circle that now slowly faded, revealing a staircase descending into the depths.

    "Come on," he said, voice calm and firm. "Let''s see what lies beyond the boss chamber."

    They all nodded and began moving forward, their steps echoing softly through the now-silent chamber. As they walked, Leon crouched briefly and picked up the boss monster''s drop¡ªa shimmering core, dark purple with threads of silver lightning running through it.

    "Hmph... Looks like this was a Tier V peak monster," Leon muttered, inspecting the core. "No wonder most people died here. It wasn''t just the trials¡ªit was the boss. A master illusionist that didn''t need to fight with strength, just twisted minds until they broke."

    Naval glanced back at the fading arcane circle. "That explains the records. So many thought the dungeon was cursed or endless. They probably never even made it past the illusions... just lost their minds."

    Roselia''s voice was quiet. "And the ones who did... might have been stuck in a loop. Living out their worst moments until their minds couldn''t take it anymore."

    Roman clicked his tongue. "Twisted creature. If you didn''t break free when you did, Leon, we''d all still be stuck."

    Leon gave a short nod. "Yeah. Its illusion was clever¡ªlayered, emotional, slow. It didn''t want to kill us quickly. It wanted to break us, make us live our pain. But once I snapped out of it, I summoned Shubh."

    Liliana''s eyes sparkled faintly. "She didn''t even give that thing a chance to fight back."

    "She doesn''t waste time," Leon replied. "When I call her, it''s because I need something dead now."

    The atmosphere settled into a reverent silence for a moment. Then Millim stretched and grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, we survived. Beat the creepy goat-head mind monster. Got the loot. Let''s see if there''s anything good down those stairs!"

    Leon smirked. "Agreed. If this place had a boss that dangerous guarding it, there must be something big at the end."

    With renewed energy and sharper vigilance, the group began descending the staircase that had been hidden beneath the illusion, the walls glowing faintly with runes.

    As they descended deeper into the hidden staircase, the air grew thick with ancient energy. The walls, carved from crystalline rock, glowed with flowing runes that pulsed in rhythm with their footsteps. Each step down felt like crossing through time itself¡ªuntil finally, they arrived in a vast chamber.

    A radiant light shone from the center of the room, emanating from an ornate platform surrounded by floating shards of magical crystal. At the heart of it all stood a monument¡ªtall, regal, and shaped like a throne. Behind it, engraved in golden script, was the name:

    "Mystic Queen Arvalia¡ªAscender of Realms, Keeper of Eternal Illusion."

    Everyone paused, stunned by the sheer presence of the place.

    "A legacy chamber..." Roselia whispered, eyes wide.

    Roman walked forward slowly. "Wait, Mystic Queen Arvalia? I''ve heard of her¡ªshe was an Ascender who reached the 400th floor... Then came all the way back down to this one... just to leave something behind."

    "Yeah," Leon said, nodding. "Born on the 11th floor... her story said she returned here to honor her roots. But no one has ever managed to claim her legacy. Too dangerous, too elusive. It''s been sitting here for centuries."

    "And it''s still active?" Millim asked, tilting her head.

 Chapter 253 253: Mystic Cave III

    "And it''s still active?" Millim asked, tilting her head.

    Leon nodded again. "It''s sealed by a trial of the soul. If you can''t match her heart, her resolve, her illusions¡ªyou''re rejected."

    Naval whistled. "So, who tries first?"

    But before anyone could speak, the room began to shift. Glowing threads of illusion wrapped around the group¡ªbut instead of trapping them, they gently pushed everyone back... all except one.

    Liliana.

    A soft wind surrounded her, drawing her toward the central platform as the monument began to pulse with recognition. Her eyes widened, and her hands trembled slightly.

    "What''s happening?" she asked, stunned.

    Leon smiled faintly. "It''s choosing you."

    The others watched in silence as a projection shimmered into existence¡ªa tall woman with flowing violet robes and eyes like stars. The image of the Mystic Queen.

    Her voice echoed gently through the chamber.

    "I was once like you... orphaned, forgotten, wandering. But I rose¡ªbecause I turned pain into power. You, child of loss... you carry the same ember."

    Liliana stood frozen, her eyes brimming. The Queen continued:

    "If you accept my legacy, you accept my path¡ªof illusion, of heart, of defiance against fate itself. Are you ready?"

    Liliana clenched her fists... then stepped forward. "I am."

    Light engulfed her.

    The crystals spun wildly, and an intricate crest formed above her head¡ªa sigil shaped like a crown of feathers and stars. Her aura surged, layered with mystic energy. New knowledge, techniques, and memories flooded her mind¡ªof the Queen''s struggles, her victories, her deepest magic.

    Then silence fell.

    Liliana slowly opened her eyes¡ªnow shining with a soft purple hue¡ªand looked at the group.

    "...I have her legacy now," she said softly, voice steadier than ever before.

    Roselia grinned. "Knew it''d be you."

    Roman nodded. "You deserved it."

    Leon smiled proudly. "Then let''s make sure the world knows the Mystic Queen''s name will rise again¡ªthrough you."

    And as they turned to leave the chamber, the throne behind Liliana shimmered one last time... then faded into stardust, its purpose fulfilled.

    As they walked out of the now-silent legacy chamber, the faint echoes of ancient magic still hummed behind them. The walls of the Mystic Cave glistened with residual energy, but their focus had shifted entirely to the girl at the center of it all¡ªLiliana, who now bore the mantle of the Mystic Queen.

    Naval was the first to break the silence, turning to her with a curious grin.

    "So... what kind of crazy power did you just inherit? Mystic Queen legacy can''t just be all glow and drama, right?"

    Liliana looked thoughtful as she walked, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns in the air. Where she moved, the air shimmered, responding to her even without spell chants.

    "I don''t fully understand all of it yet," she admitted. "But... I can feel it. It''s not just illusions¡ªit''s true domain shaping. I can craft entire false realities, not just hide behind tricks or decoys."

    Roselia raised an eyebrow. "False realities? Like... dreamscapes?"

    Liliana nodded. "More than that. If I focus, I can create a space where the rules follow my will. Like bending reality itself within a limited area. If someone steps into it, they won''t be able to tell what''s real or not... unless their will is stronger than mine."

    "Sounds like a nightmare for any enemy," Roman said with a low whistle. "She could basically trap someone in their worst fears or in a fake world where they already lost."

    Leon chimed in, intrigued. "And that''s just the beginning. The Queen wasn''t just a master of illusions¡ªshe was also a master of soul layering. You might gain the ability to fragment your presence, or even exist in multiple places at once."

    Liliana''s eyes flickered for a moment. "Actually... yeah. I think I can do that now. I can leave echoes¡ªcopies of myself, not just shadows or afterimages, but functioning projections that can think, move, even cast spells. They''re not permanent... but in the right moment, they could win a fight without me being physically there."

    Millim let out an impressed whistle. "Dang, girl... you basically turned into a ghost queen who can punch you with reality and still not be there."

    Everyone laughed a bit at the description, even Liliana, though there was still something distant in her eyes¡ªshe was still absorbing everything.

    Roselia stepped beside her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

    "You earned it, Liliana. The way you walked through that trial... no one else could''ve."

    Liliana gave a small, sincere smile.

    "Thanks... I think I''ve just taken my first step toward becoming someone who can protect what I care about. No more running. No more hiding behind others."

    Leon nodded approvingly. "Good. You''re one of the pillars of this team now."

    As they made their way toward the teleportation hub, heading back to Lysor''s upper district, the group felt a renewed sense of strength¡ªnot just from Liliana''s new powers, but from how far each of them had come.

    Leon and his group continued to challenge powerful dungeons, each one more difficult than the last, thinking that perhaps they might uncover another legacy or gain further hidden blessings. Yet, even after clearing six more dungeons¡ªeach with complex mechanics, unique bosses, and harsh environments¡ªthey didn''t receive any new legacies.

    However, what they did gain was just as important: recognition, floor access, and the breaking of their level caps.

    With each dungeon cleared, they unlocked more of the Tower''s floors and stretched past the original barriers that once limited them. Soon, they found themselves standing on the 50th floor, far beyond what most adventurers could ever dream of reaching.

    With their current strength and the evolved state of their abilities, crossing floors had become significantly easier. The once-imposing threats that guarded every level now felt manageable, and in some cases, trivial¡ªespecially now that Leon had reached Tier IV.

    The group gathered at the resting plaza of the 50th floor, the view stretching out to a vast expanse of silver plains under a glass-like sky. The atmosphere here was different¡ªdenser, sharper, almost as if the Tower itself recognized them as true contenders.

 Chapter 254 254: 50th Floor

    As the group stood together on the 50th floor, taking in the serene beauty of the silver plains stretching to the horizon, a gentle breeze passed over them¡ªalmost as if the Tower itself acknowledged their progress.

    Millim cracked her knuckles with a smirk. "So, what''s next? Floor 51? Or do we explore this one more thoroughly first?"

    Leon glanced at the map floating before him¡ªan advanced interface granted by the Tower''s recognition of his World Ruler status. "Floor 50 is a transition floor," he said. "It''s where the Tower starts testing ideology and will, not just combat strength."

    "Meaning what?" Roselia asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

    "Meaning some of the upcoming challenges won''t just be dungeons or bosses," Leon replied. "There''ll be now puzzles , leadership scenarios and such "

    Roman whistled. "Sounds like the kind of trials meant for rulers... or Kings."

    Liliana, now more composed since obtaining the Mystic Queen''s legacy, spoke softly. "It makes sense. The Tower seems to shape those who ascend into more than just strong warriors. It creates... pillars of reality. Forces of balance or chaos."

    Naval hopped off a crystal boulder and grinned. "Then we better start acting like it. I call dibs on the first realm we rewrite!"

    Leon chuckled, but then his expression grew serious. "Actually... we''re being watched."

    "Ahaha, looks like we''ve got some good newbies here," said the voice as they stepped out of the dungeon.

    "Let''s make this simple¡ªhand over all your Ascend Points, as well as your equipment, and then we''ll be done here."

    Leon and the others paused as they stepped fully out of the dungeon, only to be met with the sight of a large group¡ªaround twenty figures¡ªspreading out in front of them like a net.

    They wore mismatched armor and cocky grins, a clear mix of mid to high-tier climbers. Most of them were geared with enchanted weapons, while a few in the back radiated faint auras, suggesting they were at least Tier III or IV. One of them even had a cloak that shimmered with spatial magic, probably the leader.

    "Looks like they were waiting," Roselia muttered, her hand already drifting toward the hilt of her blade.

    "They must''ve tracked us," Roman added, scanning the group with a hardened gaze. "Typical floor scum¡ªambushing teams after dungeon runs, hoping they''re tired."

    Naval scoffed, flipping a dagger in her hand. "Too bad for them, we''re just getting warmed up."

    Liliana stayed calm, her dark eyes narrowing. The faint golden mark from the Mystic Queen''s legacy glowed softly on her palm, unseen under her glove.

    Leon didn''t say a word at first. He stepped forward, letting the golden insignia of his VIP crest glint in the sunlight. His expression remained unreadable, but there was a sharpness in his eyes now.

    "I''ll give you five seconds to turn around and walk away," Leon said flatly. "You clearly don''t know who you''re messing with."

    The leader of the looters laughed mockingly. "Oh, we know exactly who you are¡ªVIP or not, you just walked out of a dungeon. You''re low on mana, gear''s probably worn, and you''re tired. We''ve done this before."

    Leon gave him a small smile. "So have we. Only, we don''t lose."

    The bandit leader raised a hand, signaling his group to surround them completely. "You''ve got guts, I''ll give you that. But guts won''t save you."

    "Neither will ignorance," Leon replied calmly. He cracked his neck once, slowly drawing his sword¡ªa sleek black-bladed weapon that shimmered with an ethereal glow.

    Roman stretched his arms lazily, cracking his knuckles. "I''ve been hoping for a warm-up before the next floor."

    Roselia slid her hand along her blade as violet energy flared around her. "Let''s see if they last longer than the last group."

    Milim, grinning ear to ear, hovered a few inches off the ground as her aura exploded outward with barely contained chaos. "Finally! I was getting bored."

    Naval vanished from sight with a shimmer, already moving into position for a backstab. Liliana stood silent, but the shadows behind her twisted unnaturally¡ªwaiting.

    "Looks like you''ve made your choice," Leon said quietly as his sword pulsed with golden light. His World Ruler aura briefly flickered into view¡ªenough to make the air feel heavier.

    One of the bandits took a step back instinctively. "Wait... that aura..."

    But it was too late.

    In a flash, the battlefield ignited.

    Roman charged forward like a bullet, smashing into three enemies at once with his heavy fists, knocking two of them unconscious with the sheer impact. Roselia followed close behind, her blade weaving deadly arcs through their formation with graceful precision.

    Milim cackled wildly as she unleashed a storm of raw destructive force, sending several enemies flying with a wave of explosive energy. "Come on! Don''t die too fast!"

    From the shadows, Naval''s daggers struck true¡ªdisabling spellcasters and those who tried to retreat. Her movements were a blur, and by the time they noticed her, it was already over.

    Liliana raised a hand, and tendrils of dark illusion magic wrapped around the minds of several bandits, causing them to see terrifying mirages. They screamed and stumbled, disoriented and helpless.

    And in the center of it all stood Leon¡ªhis movements controlled, precise, and terrifyingly efficient. With every strike, his blade released a wave of golden energy that disrupted enchantments and shattered barriers.

    Within moments, the confident twenty-man ambush was reduced to groaning bodies and unconscious thugs strewn across the field.

    The leader, trembling and barely able to stand, tried to crawl away¡ªonly to find Milim standing over him, her eyes glowing with fiery energy.

    "Leaving so soon?" she said with a playful tone that didn''t match the threat in her aura.

    Leon approached slowly and knelt beside the trembling man. "Remember this lesson," he said coldly. "Greed makes people blind. But trying to rob a World Ruler... that makes you a fool."

    He stood up and turned to his team. "Let''s go. We''ve wasted enough time."

    As the group walked away from the battlefield, the bandits were left behind¡ªdefeated, broken, and with a story no one would believe.

    Roselia smirked. "You think we''ll get more of those?"

    Leon smiled faintly. "Probably."

    Milim laughed. "Good. I could use a few more warm-ups."

 Chapter 255: 50th floor II

    The group made their way down the mountain path and through the enchanted forest that led to the nearest city¡ªVirelles, a neutral trade city nestled between several tower floors and known for hosting powerful adventurers, merchants, and crafters alike. Its tall silver walls shimmered with protective runes, and a great crystalline tower in its center pulsed softly with mana, giving the city its peaceful, dreamlike glow even during dusk.

    As they passed through the gates, the guards stepped back instinctively, recognizing Leon''s aura¡ªand Milim''s chaotic pressure. No one questioned their entry.

    "Finally, civilization again," Naval yawned as she sheathed her daggers. "My shoulders are stiff."

    "You didn''t even take a hit," Roselia said dryly.

    Naval winked. "Exactly."

    Leon glanced around, eyes scanning the clean streets, glowing lanterns, and rows of busy inns, shops, and magical stalls.

    "We''ll rest here for the night," he said, nodding toward one of the larger, high-class inns just down the main road¡ªThe Silver Ember Inn. Its exterior was adorned with celestial sigils, and a faint magical warmth rolled from its walls, warding off fatigue and mana depletion.

    "Oooh fancy," Milim grinned as she floated a few feet ahead, already kicking the front door open and announcing, "VIPs coming through!"

    Inside, the innkeeper¡ªa gentle elven man with silver hair and starry eyes¡ªinstantly recognized them. "Ah, Lord Leon and company. Your usual suite is ready."

    "Usual?" Roman asked with a raised brow.

    Leon shrugged. "I''ve stayed here a few times during my earlier climbs."

    They were soon guided to the top floor where a luxurious multi-room suite awaited them. Plush carpets, enchanted hot water baths, food trays refilling themselves with exotic delicacies, and beds softer than clouds welcomed the group.

    As they each found their own spots, Liliana quietly wandered to the balcony, watching the mana-rich city glow beneath the twilight sky. The legacy she''d received still shimmered faintly across her soul, as if whispering something she couldn''t yet fully grasp.

    Roman dropped onto a couch. "Now this is what I call a proper rest."

    Milim had already summoned a giant feast and was halfway through a roasted beast leg. "We should crash here for a couple of days. Maybe check the market tomorrow. I heard Virelles gets rare gear and spell scrolls that can''t be found anywhere else."

    Roselia leaned against the windowframe, arms crossed. "Wouldn''t hurt. Let the tower cool down from our rampage."

    Leon nodded, his gaze distant. "We rest tonight. Tomorrow... we''ll plan our next ascent."

    The next morning came quietly, sunlight bleeding through enchanted curtains that shifted with the time of day, gently rousing each of them from deep, well-earned rest.

    Leon was the first to rise, already dressed and reviewing the city''s quest board via a floating crystal screen hovering above the inn''s private table. One particular mark caught his attention¡ª"Dungeon Dive: Heart of the Verdant Labyrinth"¡ªa Tier IV High-Risk Quest that had remained uncleared for over a decade. It was said to be alive, breathing, constantly shifting... with a final floor that held a "World Fragment", an artifact capable of enhancing an entire realm or granting a boost to one''s own domain.

    When the others woke and trickled into the lounge area of the suite, Leon shared the details.

    "A living dungeon?" Roman asked as he stretched, cracking his neck. "Sounds like a headache."

    Milim grinned. "Sounds fun."

    Roselia raised an eyebrow. "A fragment that can empower a world, huh? That''d make Zharacia even stronger."

    Naval flipped a dagger between her fingers. "I''m in. Could be a good warm-up."

    Liliana, her violet eyes reflecting calm determination, simply nodded. "Let''s do it."

    ***

    By midday, they had gathered at the teleportation gate outside Virelles, their names already whispered again in the crowds as high-level adventurers. The gate shimmered to life and transported them several floors up the tower¡ªto a moss-covered temple entrance, half-swallowed by vines and surrounded by dense jungle.

    The Verdant Labyrinth exuded ancient mana, and even the air felt humid and thick, alive with the sound of distant howls and rustling leaves. The forest itself shifted as they watched¡ªtrees subtly moving when no one was looking, vines rearranging themselves, and pathways twisting unnaturally.

    "The dungeon... it''s breathing," Naval muttered.

    Leon nodded. "It''s sentient. It doesn''t want us to reach the core."

    Without hesitation, they stepped inside.

    Inside, the dungeon felt even stranger¡ªwalls of vine-covered stone, roots moving like veins, and fog that didn''t quite behave like natural mist. Enemies ambushed them frequently¡ªVerdant Beasts, Thorn Wraiths, and Chlorospawn Ogres¡ªall mutated by the dungeon''s living energy. But none could withstand the combined force of Leon''s group.

    Roselia incinerated entire groves with a flick of her spear and a muttered incantation. Roman broke through enemy lines with explosive charges and molten fist strikes. Milim laughed like a wild child as she suplexed a 30-foot treant. Liliana moved like a shadow in the fog, weaving magic and steel in harmony. And Naval darted like a whisper, blades silencing ambushers before they could even scream.

    Leon walked at the center, calm and composed, his summoned spirits and constructs tearing through threats with brutal precision. Occasionally, he whispered a word¡ªand entire chambers twisted to his will, the World Ruler aura forcing the living dungeon to hesitate.

    After several floors and hours of navigating through illusions, false doors, and ambushes, they finally stood before a set of massive jade-green doors, pulsing with an eerie heartbeat.

    "The core," Leon said.

    Roselia grinned. "Let''s finish it."

    And with a push, the doors opened to reveal a wide chamber of glowing roots, floating spores, and a massive cocoon at its center. The cocoon split open¡ªand from within emerged the dungeon''s core guardian...

    A massive Verdant Queen Dryad, her body covered in living armor, eyes glowing with primal rage.

    "It''s been a while since anyone got this far," she hissed.

    Leon''s eyes narrowed, his sword appearing in his hand in a blink.

    "Then let''s make it worth your time."

    The Verdant Queen Dryad unfurled her arms, and the entire chamber responded. Roots surged from the ground, vines whipped through the air, and spores exploded into clouds of illusion and paralysis. She didn''t just control the dungeon¡ªshe was the dungeon. Her body shimmered between physical and ethereal, part spirit, part elemental, with her presence warping space around her like a dream turned hostile.

 Chapter 256: Boss Battle

    The chamber pulsed with life and dread as the Verdant Queen Dryad stood at its heart. She raised her arms gracefully, like a priestess welcoming a sacred ritual. The dungeon responded immediately¡ªroots erupted from the ground, splitting stone with a thunderous crack, while vines slithered across the walls like living serpents. Spores burst into the air, glimmering like golden dust, but as they settled, illusions twisted the world around them into warped, dreamlike landscapes.

    "Spread out! Don''t breathe deep!" Leon barked, slashing a root that tried to bind his leg.

    Roselia reacted first, her eyes glowing with fiery mana. She raised her spear, slammed its butt to the ground, and invoked a Purging Domain, releasing a ring of flames that roared outward like a holy tide. The fire scorched the spores and broke apart minor illusions, revealing the Dryad in her full glory.

    She was towering, her form a melding of woman and tree, with glowing green veins running through bark-like skin. Her head was crowned with thorned antlers, and her eyes burned like twin emerald stars. Half spirit, half elemental¡ªshe was nature''s vengeance made manifest.

    "This dungeon... it''s her body, her soul!" Roselia shouted.

    With a shriek of fury, the Dryad extended her right hand, and a whip of thorns lashed through the air toward Roselia. Before it could strike, Roman dashed in with his Titansteel Gauntlets, smashing the whip with raw force. Thorny fragments exploded on impact, slicing shallow cuts across his arm, but he didn''t flinch.

    Naval blinked out of view in a shadowy ripple, reappearing behind the Dryad. Her dagger, Venombite, glowed with a violet hue as she went for the heartwood beneath the Dryad''s shoulder. But the Dryad twitched¡ªvines spiraled upward and formed a living shield, absorbing the strike.

    "Damn it! She''s adapting already!" Naval growled, flipping back mid-air and landing with catlike grace.

    The Dryad growled and slammed her hands into the earth. Immediately, massive tree trunks erupted beneath each party member, trying to impale them from below. Leon dashed aside in a blur, Roselia flipped back using her spear to vault, and Naval sidestepped¡ªbut Liliana staggered.

    She gasped, the memories of her past¡ªcold orphan nights, hunger, loneliness¡ªflashing before her eyes as the Dryad''s psychic pollen tried to break her focus. But she gritted her teeth, clutched her pendant, and steadied herself.

    "Not again... I won''t be powerless again."

    From above, a blur of pink light shot down¡ªMilim, her energy crackling like a miniature sun.

    "Haaaaaah!!" she cried out joyfully, a glowing orb of destruction forming around her fists. She crashed down on the Dryad''s shield with a shockwave so intense, the dungeon walls groaned.

    The Dryad staggered, hissing as chunks of bark armor shattered off her shoulders. But her anger peaked¡ªshe transformed, her body splitting open to reveal a core of seething green crystal, her full elemental form. Now rooted to the ground by a tree-like trunk, she launched hundreds of needle-like thorns at once, turning the room into a storm of nature''s wrath.

    Roselia spun her spear, invoking her Wind Bloom Barrier, slicing a path through the storm. Roman took a defensive stance, his arms crossed to shield Liliana.

    "Enough of this," Leon muttered.

    He closed his eyes for a second. Darklight began coiling around him, shadows spiraling like a cloak. He became a blur of obsidian motion, moving so fast that even the Dryad''s enhanced vision lagged behind.

    At the same time, Liliana stepped forward. Her eyes glowed faintly green, the sigil of the Mystic Queen''s Legacy hovering over her hand. She placed her palm on the floor and summoned an ancient verdant glyph¡ªa glowing circle of roots and wind that pulsed with lifeforce.

    "Verdant Seal ¨C Rootbind!"

    Chains of glowing roots erupted and latched onto the Dryad''s trunk, binding her in place for a moment¡ªjust long enough.

    "Now!" Liliana shouted.

    Leon surged in with a roar of shadows, his blade cloaked in darklight and pure killing intent. He appeared before the Dryad like a living phantom and drove the blade deep into her core.

    The Dryad screamed¡ªa sound that shook the dungeon like a storm. Her arms flailed wildly, elemental surges bursting from her chest. Her body began to crack and petrify, green light spilling out like dying starlight.

    She dropped to one knee.

    "That power..." she whispered, voice broken and echoing. Her gaze drifted to Liliana, then to Leon. "You carry her legacy... and you... are not meant for this world. But you will shape it all the same..."

    Then her body shattered into a thousand crystalline leaves, drifting upward and disintegrating into green and gold dust.

    A moment later, glowing script appeared mid-air, accompanied by a chime of finality:

    [Verdant Labyrinth Dungeon Cleared]

    Dungeon Grade: Tier IV ¨C World Class

    Core Guardian Defeated: Verdant Queen Dryad

    Reward Unlocked: World Fragment ¨C [Verdant Pulse]

    The dungeon began to quiver and shift, reverting back to stone and moss, now devoid of the Dryad''s consciousness.

    The group stood in silence.

    Roselia exhaled. "That... was exhausting."

    Roman shook his arms. "No complaints. That was a real damn fight."

    Naval twirled her dagger and sheathed it. "And we made it out."

    As Leon gave the signal¡ª"Let''s leave now"¡ªthe group nodded silently, their bodies aching, mana drained, but their spirits burning bright from the hard-earned victory. They turned toward the exit of the now quiet chamber, which had lost its wild, hostile nature with the death of the Verdant Queen. The vines that once writhed with intent now hung limp, and the stone walls stopped pulsing with life.

    Before stepping out, Roman knelt beside the Verdant Queen''s fragmented body, the crystalline dust and remains still faintly glowing with nature''s residual energy.

    His gauntlet shimmered with necrotic runes as he whispered,

    "You were powerful... noble even. Now serve me in death."

    A dark sigil flared beneath him as black-purple mana twisted with a faint green light, resonating with the Queen''s remains. He extended his hand, and the soul-fragment of the Verdant Queen flickered into view¡ªresisting for a heartbeat, proud and wild¡ªbut then, the shadows wrapped around her essence like chains, binding her to Roman''s will.

    The others turned, watching in silence as something new awakened inside Roman.

    A translucent figure formed¡ªan ethereal version of the Verdant Queen, with bark-like armor, thorns woven into a crown, and vines coiled around her limbs. But her eyes now glowed with the same unholy light as Roman''s.

    "She''s not like the others," Milim said softly, sensing the immense power.

    "**He really did it... he turned a core guardian into a deathbound.""

    Roman''s Class had evolved. No longer just an Dark Slayer Knight, he was now an Abyss Slayer Knight, a being who stood between two extremes¡ªlightless death and the raw, chaotic fury of the Abyss.

    In a battle against a corrupted Abyss Knight days earlier, Roman had bled, died, and risen again, embracing the darkness deeper than ever. He didn''t just slay the Abyss Knight¡ªhe consumed its essence, unlocking a new path.

    And with it, he gained a new legendary skill: [Army of the Damned].

    But unlike others who might raise countless mindless corpses for numbers, Roman chose Quality. Each undead he raised was meant to be a commander, a dread sovereign of death in their own right. And the Verdant Dryad Queen was to be his first and greatest general.

    As the group exited the dungeon, the Dryad''s ghostly form walked silently behind Roman, now wrapped in dark thorns and spectral roots. Her beauty was now eerie, her elegance turned haunting. She bowed to Roman, acknowledging him not as her killer¡ªbut as her Deathlord.

    Roselia eyed the transformation and whistled. "Guess we''re not the only ones leveling up."

    Leon smirked. "He''s building an army..."

    "Of monsters," Naval muttered, half-teasing.

    Roman glanced back at them, his expression unreadable beneath his dark helm. "No. Of kings."

    "Though I personally think your kings are no match for Leon, Creation," Naval added with a teasing laugh as she nudged Roman''s shoulder.

    Her tone was light, but there was always that subtle edge of competition that sparked whenever the group got too comfortable.

    Roman didn''t even look at her¡ªjust let out a quiet snicker, the eerie green glow of the Dryad Queen flickering behind him like a looming shadow.

    Leon, walking at the front, gave a short chuckle of his own. "I don''t know... my creations don''t come with dark auras and cursed eyes."

    "Right," Roselia smirked, "your last ''creation'' tried to eat the dungeon core."

    "Once!" Leon fired back. "And I fixed it!"

    Milim hopped ahead of the group, twirling mid-air before landing next to Roman. "Still, gotta admit¡ªit''s kinda hot having a haunted tree queen follow you around like some nature ghost bride."

    Liliana raised an eyebrow. "I''m not sure if that''s a compliment or an insult to Roman."

    "Why not both?" Naval grinned.

    Roman finally turned, his eyes glowing faintly. "Say what you want. When she rips your enemies apart with a thousand vines and poisons their souls for eternity, you''ll be the ones begging for her help."

 Chapter 257 257: Battle Arena

    Roman finally turned, his eyes glowing faintly. "Say what you want. When she rips your enemies apart with a thousand vines and poisons their souls for eternity, you''ll be the ones begging for her help."

    Leon raised a hand. "Yeah, yeah. But until then, keep your undead queen from rooting into our rations."

    The group laughed, the tension from the battle finally melting away.

    "Hm, what is this?" Naval said, pausing as they returned to their home base. There was an emblem sealed onto the door.

    "What''s that?" Roselia asked as Naval stepped closer and touched it. A projection activated.

    A black veil obscured the face of the figure in the image, and then a voice echoed forth from the projection.

    "Hello, Mr. Leon. My name is Arvaibg Galloen, and I hail from the upper floors¡ªspecifically, the 146th. Your recent actions have caught our attention. We would like to formally invite you to join our organization: the Twin Sacred Swords."

    The projection flickered briefly, then solidified with a sigil glowing behind the veiled figure¡ªtwo swords crossed over an eye of flame.

    Everyone exchanged glances, their laughter replaced with curiosity and tension once again.

    Leon narrowed his eyes at the projection, his expression calm but thoughtful. The mention of the 146th floor meant whoever sent this message wasn''t just strong¡ªthey were among the elites of the tower.

    "The Twin Sacred Swords, huh?" Roman muttered, arms crossed. "Never heard of them... but then again, most factions up there don''t waste time with the lower floors."

    Roselia frowned. "And yet, they contacted us directly. That means they''ve been watching us. Carefully."

    Naval raised a brow, smirking. "Should we be flattered or creeped out?"

    Milim leaned forward, her hands behind her head. "Sounds fun to me! If they''re strong, I say we beat them up and then decide."

    Liliana, ever calm, studied the sigil in the projection. "This symbol... it''s old. I think the Mystic Queen mentioned them once. Not much detail¡ªjust that they enforce order, sometimes violently."

    The projection continued:

    "We have no interest in harming your group. Quite the opposite. Our Order has existed for centuries within the tower, protecting the balance between floors and keeping dangerous powers in check. But recently, that balance has begun to shift... and you, Leon, are a major piece in that change."

    "We extend this invitation not as a threat... but as an opportunity. The 150th floor approaches. So does what lies beyond. You''ll need allies. Think on it."

    With that, the projection shimmered and vanished, leaving behind only the glowing sigil¡ªwhich slowly faded from the door.

    Leon stood silently for a moment before turning to the group. "Thoughts?"

    Roman shrugged. "We can handle ourselves. But if what they said is true, we might need to at least see what they''re about."

    "Or test their strength," Milim added, cracking her knuckles.

    Liliana nodded. "Gathering information won''t hurt. But we should be cautious."

    Leon gave a short nod. "Alright. We''ll continue climbing for now¡ªbut if they show up again, we''ll be ready. If they want to see what we''re capable of... then let them."

    Naval grinned. "Now that''s the Leon I know."

    The climb resumed in earnest.

    With their sharpened skills, upgraded gear, and Liliana''s newfound legacy powers, most challenges below the 100th floor no longer posed a threat. Enemies that once demanded caution now fell swiftly, their tactics and strength far behind the evolving force Leon and his companions had become.

    Soon, they stepped through the teleportation gate onto the 101st floor¡ªand immediately, something felt different.

    The air was still. The towering gate behind them shimmered for a moment and locked shut. Ahead, instead of an open floor or winding dungeon hallways, they were met with rows of enforcers¡ªnearly two dozen armored individuals standing in formation. Their armor bore insignias of various tower affiliations: black helms marked with sigils of the Tower Association, shining crests of Floor Guardians, and even a few runed visors that looked like fusions of magic and technology.

    Leon''s brows furrowed.

    "...Is there a problem?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with authority.

    A tall man with a sharp goatee and mustache stepped forward. His armor shimmered with violet enchantments, and a silver badge pulsed on his shoulder. He gave Leon a respectful but cautious nod.

    "This is common protocol for everyone who steps onto the 101st floor," the man said. "We''re part of the Ascension Verification Division. We perform full examinations for identity confirmation and power scans, especially for individuals who might pose threats¡ªor those impersonating high-value individuals."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Impersonating... me?"

    The man nodded gravely. "Yes. Your name has circulated through the internal tower networks. Rumors, whispers, and... reports. There''s been at least three fake Leons encountered across lower floors recently, each boasting wild claims."

    Roman raised a brow. "Since when did you get copycats?"

    Leon didn''t answer immediately, though a flash of amusement crossed his face.

    Naval snorted. "Guess you''re famous now, huh?"

    The enforcer continued, voice lowering slightly, "Only I know your face and real identity¡ªofficially. Most of my men do not. That''s why this process is necessary. We mean no offense, but this is standard for elite-tier ascenders now. We will escort you to the side facility. There, we''ll run identification scans¡ªmagical, spiritual, and technological. Your cooperation will ensure quick clearance."

    Leon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I see. You realize the real me won''t be thrilled with this kind of treatment."

    The officer offered a tired smile. "Protocol doesn''t care about pride, unfortunately."

    Leon chuckled lightly and nodded. "Very well. Let''s get this over with."

    The group was guided through a secure tunnel, where glowing glyphs pulsed across the walls. The facility wasn''t overly large, but it was refined¡ªa perfect blend of magic and sci-fi, with floating rune mirrors, scanning orbs, and voice-linked crystal conduits.

    Each member of the group stood in a designated chamber, where they were scanned from head to soul. Liliana''s legacy nearly overloaded one of the spirit sensors. Roman''s undead essence caused the necro-barriers to flare. Naval vanished twice before her scan finished.

    Leon, however, was the main focus.

    As the scans began, the magic arrays glowed brilliant violet. Lines of power traced along his body, and a centralized crystal projected layers of his ascended stats, abilities, and spiritual marks.

    One of the enforcers watching muttered, "...He''s real. That''s the real one."

 Chapter 258: Battle Arena II

    Even the lead officer''s eyes widened. "This level of soul resonance... Tier IV? No... that''s approaching the threshold of Tier V."

    Leon smirked at their reactions.

    After a few tense minutes, the scans concluded with a chiming tone. The lead officer stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said:

    "Confirmation complete. My apologies for the inconvenience, Leon. Welcome to the true floors of the Tower."

    Leon''s expression didn''t shift much, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "So... what''s the real reason for all this?"

    The lead officer glanced at the guards, then gestured for Leon and his group to follow. "Come. There are things you deserve to know now. Things only revealed past the 100th floor¡ªto elite ascenders only."

    Without another word, the group¡ªLeon, Roselia, Roman, Milim, Naval, and Liliana¡ªwas led through a private side hallway into a quiet briefing room. It was a circular space, lined with faint glowing runes on the walls. Magic projectors hovered near the ceiling, and a faint blue ambient light kept the room dim and focused.

    They sat down on cushions surrounding a floating sphere of condensed memory crystal, gently pulsing with stored knowledge. The lead officer sat across from them, placing several artifacts and a crystal-tome on the table in front of him.

    He leaned forward slightly, steepling his fingers. "Let me ask you something¡ªwhy do you think the Tower exists?"

    The group fell silent, their expressions thoughtful. Even Milim, usually energetic, sat still with her chin resting on her palm. Roselia broke the silence first, her tone curious.

    "Isn''t it... a divine test? A path for growth?"

    Leon''s gaze sharpened. "Or maybe just a power structure. A way to control those strong enough to matter."

    The officer gave a small nod. "All reasonable guesses. But they are only parts of a much bigger picture."

    He tapped the memory sphere. It shimmered, casting a holographic display in the air¡ªvast starfields, shifting cosmic curtains, and what looked like entire universes colliding.

    "There is a reason the Tower exists. A very specific one."

    He turned toward Leon, voice calm and serious.

    "The Tower of Ascension was created to forge champions. Not for our world alone¡ªbut to fight invaders from beyond the sky, from realms beyond the veil of our cosmos."

    The group went still.

    Liliana blinked. "...You mean from other worlds?"

    "Not just worlds," the officer replied. "Entire other universes. Other ''cosmos''. Some similar to ours, some wildly alien. And just beyond the boundary of reality¡ªwhat we call the Cosmic Curtain¡ªthere are entities and forces constantly seeking entry. Not all of them are sentient. Not all of them are evil. But some... absolutely are."

    He waved his hand, and the projection shifted¡ªshowing monstrous, incomprehensible forms slithering through dark space, devouring stars, rupturing dimensions.

    "The Tower," he continued, "was designed as a divine construct. To train, empower, and select those capable of becoming shields for their world. For our cosmos. In ancient times, champions from our Tower stood at the borders of reality, holding the line."

    "Then what happened?" Roselia asked.

    The officer''s tone darkened.

    "The 12th Tower Era. A man rose to power¡ªone of the most gifted champions ever born. But... his family was taken hostage by forces he could not fight directly. In desperation, he betrayed the foundation of the Tower. Not out of greed, but love. Sacrificing the protection of the greater cosmos to save a few."

    Roman clenched a fist. "And the cost?"

    "The Curtain thinned. Enemies began to slip through. Our cosmos became... infected. Invasions became more frequent, subtle. Not through war¡ªbut through influence, corruption, and possession."

    "And the Tower?" Leon asked.

    The officer gave a slow nod. "It still functions¡ªbut not as well. The Ascenders of this age are strong... but unfocused. The Tower lost its purpose in the minds of most. Now, many seek power only for themselves. But the danger still grows."

    He looked Leon directly in the eyes.

    "That''s why the Twin Sacred Swords exist. We are one of the secret orders, formed after that betrayal, to ensure the next wave of champions aren''t misled. To find, guide¡ªand if necessary, correct¡ªthose who rise beyond Tier V."

    He paused, voice quiet but sharp.

    "And Leon... our eyes have been on you for a while. You''re more than just another climber. You''re someone who might tip the balance again¡ªfor better... or for worse."

    "So, the Twin Sacred Swords organization actually works with the Tower Association, huh? No wonder you guys care about me being powerful," Leon said, folding his arms. "You even know about my identity as Fang."

    The lead officer nodded with a faint smile. "Yes. And because of that, we would like to formally invite you to join us¡ªto stand against the invaders threatening our cosmos."

    Leon was silent for a moment, thoughtful.

    "Is there a specific role or task you want me to take on?" he asked, his voice calm but sharp with intent.

    The officer gave a faint, knowing smile as he nodded, his fingers tapping once on the memory crystal at the center of the room. The shimmering projections shifted again¡ªnow showing a blackened void between stars, where massive shadowed entities moved in unnatural, jagged patterns. Entire fleets of corrupted vessels, twisted lifeforms, and ancient horrors drifted behind the veil.

    "Yes, there is," he replied. "And it''s not just any task. It''s a title... one passed down only three times since the Tower was created."

    He leaned forward, his voice heavy with weight.

    "Voidbreaker."

    The name echoed in the chamber like a cold breeze.

    "Voidbreaker?" Roselia repeated under her breath.

    The officer nodded slowly. "A Voidbreaker is not just a warrior. They''re an anchor¡ªa force so strong that even the invaders pause. You wouldn''t simply be part of the Twin Sacred Swords, Leon. You would lead the charge against breaches when they manifest. You''d hold the frontline of the cosmos itself."

    Leon didn''t flinch, but his gaze deepened, thoughtful. "That''s not a small thing to ask."

    "We know," the officer said plainly. "We also know who you are¡ªFang. The Hidden Claw. The silent apex no one sees coming. Your records were sealed at the highest level. Not even most of the Tower Association knows your face, but we do. And we didn''t choose you out of desperation¡ªwe chose you because you might be the only one who can win."

 Chapter 259: Battle Arena III

    Leon leaned back slightly, letting the title hang in the air for a few heartbeats.

    "Voidbreaker," he echoed. "That''s a heavy crown."

    Roselia looked toward him, concern flickering in her violet eyes. "Leon... if you take this on, there''s no turning back. This isn''t just a Tower challenge anymore. It''s the fate of everything."

    Milim, for once, was silent. Her usually energetic demeanor subdued as she crossed her arms. "Fighting those... things?" she muttered, eyes narrowing at the projection of the invaders beyond the veil. "Even I felt a chill looking at them."

    Naval let out a low whistle. "Well, that''s one hell of a promotion. From elite climber to cosmic firewall."

    Roman didn''t say much, but his hand was resting on his blade, knuckles white. He understood the gravity¡ªmaybe more than anyone here. As someone who''d been reborn in undeath, the concept of corruption and unnatural forces likely struck deep.

    Leon, meanwhile, met the officer''s gaze steadily. "So let me ask this¡ªwhat exactly do you want from me, right now?"

    The officer didn''t hesitate.

    "Training. Preparation. Awakening. You''re strong, yes, but not yet awakened to the resonance of the Voidbreaker class. That title isn''t something you simply take¡ªit''s something you become."

    He gestured toward one of the crystal tomes, opening it with a whisper. A soft hum echoed out, and an ancient sigil of interlocking swords appeared, glowing faintly.

    "This," he continued, "is the Legacy Protocol of the Voidbreaker. Hidden even from most of the Sacred Orders. It must be absorbed, not taught. It chooses if you''re worthy."

    Leon''s eyes narrowed. "And if it doesn''t choose me?"

    "Then the choice is still yours. But the Legacy only responds to one thing¡ªresolve. Not strength. Not potential. Resolve. The will to bear the burden of the cosmos... and remain standing."

    Liliana finally spoke up, voice soft but resolute. "Leon... if you do this, we follow you. No matter what waits beyond the veil."

    Roselia nodded. "To the end."

    Roman grunted. "You''ll need someone to raise the dead invaders, after all."

    Milim grinned faintly. "Someone''s gotta punch the stars for you."

    Naval laughed. "And someone''s gotta write your legend."

    Leon finally smiled¡ªa small, rare thing.

    "Alright," he said, stepping forward toward the tome. "Let''s see if I''m truly meant to break the void."

    He extended his hand.

    The moment his fingers touched the tome, the runes ignited in silver-blue light, the room trembling as if reality itself shivered. The crystal sphere pulsed violently, projecting visions none of them could truly comprehend¡ªcosmic battles, fractured timelines, gods falling, stars bleeding. And in the center of it all... a figure cloaked in light and shadow, standing unmoved against the storm.

    Leon stood still, eyes closed, body engulfed in the ethereal flame of the Legacy.

    And in that instant¡ªthe Tower recognized him.

    A deep, resonating voice whispered through the chamber, heard not with ears but in the very soul.

    "He who walks unseen... who chooses not to rule, yet bears the strength to do so...

    You have been seen.

    You have been chosen.

    Rise, Voidbreaker."

    A flash of light, then silence.

    Leon opened his eyes¡ªbrilliant silver now flickering beneath his irises.

    And then he said, calmly¡ª

    "...Let''s begin."

    The moment Leon opened his eyes, the silence in the chamber felt... sacred.

    But then something happened¡ªsomething no one expected.

    The air around him pulsed violently. The very floor beneath him cracked with radiant energy, as if the Tower itself was reacting to what was unfolding.

    Suddenly, the silver flames dancing around him deepened into a shimmering obsidian blue, and strange, ancient runes began spiraling around his body¡ªsymbols that didn''t match any known magical language. They shimmered across his skin, glowing briefly before etching themselves onto his soul.

    The officer stood up so quickly his chair fell over. "W-What is this?! That''s not standard Voidbreaker resonance! Those sigils¡ªthose aren''t from our reality!"

    Roselia and the others jumped back slightly as the temperature and gravity in the room shifted erratically. It felt like they were standing in two places at once¡ªthis room, and somewhere far beyond comprehension. Somewhere older.

    The memory sphere cracked and shattered, unable to handle the feedback.

    Then the system chimed.

    [Voidbreaker Class Acquired.]

    [Analyzing Resonance Tier...]

    [ERROR ¨C Tier classification exceeded limit.]

    [Assigning placeholder designation: ??? Rank.]

    [Warning: Detected entity resonance matches Forbidden Alignment Protocol ¨C Activating Seal Layer One.]

    [Override Failed.]

    [Engraving Initiated.]

    An ethereal pattern began to carve itself across Leon''s back¡ªan intricate mandala of swords, void eyes, and a massive gate with chains barely holding it shut. The lines burned like starlight but left no physical damage, only the mark¡ªa living, pulsing symbol that watched.

    The officer fell to one knee, stunned. "A ??? Rank... that''s not even in the Tower''s registry. There were only rumors. Legends."

    Roman narrowed his eyes. "This isn''t just power. This is something beyond classification."

    Milim stared in awe. "He''s not just a Voidbreaker now... he''s a primordial version of it."

    Liliana stepped closer. "Leon... are you still¡ª"

    "I''m fine," Leon said, his voice echoing with a second, deeper tone beneath it. He looked at his hands. "But something... woke up with this class."

    The projection of the cosmos returned, now flickering with a new layer¡ªa hidden realm behind the veil, a place marked only with the sigil now branded on Leon''s back.

    The officer, still kneeling, looked up. "Leon... that engraving. That''s a gate. A Primordial Lock. Some say it''s tied to the first war between realms¡ªsealed long before even the Tower existed. If it''s chosen you..."

    Leon glanced at the projection.

    "...Then it''s expecting me to open it."

    The entire group fell silent again.

    But this time, it wasn''t fear. It was a moment of realization.

    Leon wasn''t just chosen.

    He had become something new.

    A Voidbreaker bearing the ??? Rank, with a legacy tied to a forgotten war, and a lock whose key now burned within his soul.

    And somewhere¡ªacross the edge of reality¡ªsomething else had noticed.

    At another corner of Reality where a massive number of Cosmos are now alingned and being sitting upn the throne of this vast number of Cosmaos opned his eyes as he gazed at the place where the Cosmos hummed.

 Chapter 260 260: Battle Arena IV

    At another corner of Reality¡ªfar beyond the comprehension of mortals and gods alike¡ªa place existed where thousands, perhaps millions, of Cosmos aligned in perfect orbit. Each Cosmos a living, breathing universe. Each pulsing with stars, dimensions, life, and death.

    And above it all... a Throne.

    Forged from the bones of collapsed timelines and encrusted with the dust of shattered realms, it stood as the centerpiece of this place¡ªa Nexus Beyond All Creation.

    Seated upon this throne was a being.

    He was still, like a statue carved by the hands of eternity itself. Cloaked in robes woven from voidlight and existence threads, his form flickered between shapes¡ªsometimes a man, sometimes a storm, sometimes... nothing at all.

    His eyes had been closed for an eon.

    Until now.

    They opened.

    Twin suns of shifting galaxies stared forward. He gazed toward a distant point¡ªLeon. Toward that single cosmos that hummed in resonance with the ancient Voidbreaker Gate now branded upon Leon''s soul.

    "...So it begins again," the being murmured, voice like a choir of collapsing stars.

    He raised a hand, and within his palm formed an image¡ªLeon''s engraving. The gate, the swords, the watchers.

    "...Muted for long enough... but finally, a new champion is rising."

    A faint glimmer of curiosity crossed his ageless gaze.

    "But... flawed. Not yet ready. Still incomplete."

    He closed his eyes again, and the vision vanished.

    "Let the stars test him first. The Dreamwatchers. The Sealed Wombs. Let the Curtain tremble on its own."

    He exhaled¡ªentire universes flickered out in his breath¡ªand then his body leaned back against the throne.

    "It will take time... and when he''s ready, I shall awaken fully."

    And so, across the edge of Infinity, where time no longer mattered, the Mute King returned to slumber.

    But the ripple he felt from Leon''s awakening had already begun to spread...

    Across the Cosmos, ancient things began to stir.

    Some remembered the Gate.

    Some feared it.

    And a few... hated it.

    Because last time it opened, entire existences were wiped clean.

    ****

    "I... I''m too weak," Leon said, his voice low as he stood before the massive, sealed gate. His hand trembled slightly as he failed¡ªagain¡ªto unlock the passage to the Hidden Realm.

    A strange glyph pulsed faintly on the gate¡ªan ancient lock tied directly to his soul and the new power now engraved on him.

    But despite the failure, Leon''s gaze didn''t break. He exhaled slowly and muttered, "But I did learn... the name."

    The others¡ªRoselia, Roman, Milim, Naval, and Liliana¡ªwatched him closely.

    "What... is this place?" Roman asked, eyes narrowing.

    Leon turned toward them, eyes glowing faintly with soullight. He pointed toward the runes etched into the lock above the gate. Glowing characters shimmered into focus.

    "Champion''s Arena."

    "It says... this place is called the Champion''s Arena," Leon said quietly. "And I can only enter it if I reclaim the Peak of the Tower... and achieve Rank One in the Ascension Battle Arena."

    The room went silent for a moment. Then Roselia tilted her head. "...Champion''s Arena? That''s not part of the usual Tower records. I''ve never even heard of it."

    "Neither have I," Roman added. "No one''s ever mentioned a realm like that, even among the top Ascenders."

    "Hmm..." Milim squinted at the gate, floating upside down lazily. "Maybe it''s something that only activates for Voidbreakers?"

    "That or..." Naval mused, adjusting her gloves. "It''s a unique trial tied to Leon''s ??? Rank class. Something only he can access."

    Liliana gently traced the air near the seal. Her expression was distant. "It''s like the gate is alive... like it''s waiting for you to be worthy."

    Leon clenched his fist. The mark of the Voidbreaker on his arm pulsed faintly.

    "...So it''s a personal trial," he muttered. "A domain hidden from the Tower itself. If I want to enter, I have to conquer the top of the Tower and dominate the Battle Arena. Only then will I be recognized as worthy to enter this... Champion''s Arena."

    "Sounds like the final forge," Roselia said with a small smirk. "Only those who stand above everyone else even get a chance to step inside."

    "And judging by the name... whatever''s waiting in there might be even stronger than what''s inside the Tower itself," Roman added.

    Leon stood silently for a moment, then nodded.

    "Then I''ll reach the top. I''ll climb, fight, and ascend... not just to protect this cosmos, but to find out what''s sealed behind this gate."

    He turned, cape fluttering behind him, eyes locked on the distant peak above.

    "I''ll earn the title of Rank One. And then... I''ll break this lock."

    "Then... are we back to the usual climbing?" Navala asked, her tone light but with a subtle edge.

    Leon paused for a second, then turned to look at the lead officer.

    The man gave a small bow. "Well, since you already passed the soul resonance phase, there''s not much to do in terms of protocol. But on this floor... we''ve had confirmed sightings of invaders. If you can, take care of them before you ascend higher. We''d be grateful."

    Leon raised an eyebrow, his voice dry. "Why are you being so polite to me now?"

    The lead officer gave a short chuckle, then rolled up his sleeve, revealing a mark glowing faintly on his wrist¡ªa simplified sigil of the Voidbreaker Class.

    "I''m also part of the Voidbreaker order," he said, the faint blue aura around the mark pulsing softly. "But mine is an A-rank class. A supportive designation, designed for defense and strategic reinforcement."

    He looked up at Leon, expression firm but respectful.

    "Of course... with you holding the highest classification¡ªa ???-Rank Voidbreaker¡ªyou are my senior. And the senior of every other Voidbreaker still in the Tower. Including those who remain hidden in the upper floors."

    Leon studied him for a moment, then gave a small nod.

    "...Understood. Then I''ll deal with the invaders here first."

    He glanced back at his group.

    "Get ready. This climb just got a new purpose. No more holding back."

    Roselia smirked. "Finally."

    Milim cracked her knuckles, floating with a grin. "Heh. Time for some fun!"

    Navala smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Back to the grind... but with a real reason now."

    Liliana quietly checked her equipment, her voice soft. "Let''s not make the same mistake twice."

    Roman placed his hand on his sword. "And let''s make sure they remember our names."

    Leon turned toward the next staircase spiraling upward into swirling clouds of mana.

    "Let''s hunt some invaders."

 Chapter 261 261: Invaders

    "Abominations... the things that eat everything in their path," Naval muttered, her voice barely above a whisper as she read through the encrypted scroll given to them by the Association.

    Her fingers trembled slightly as the sigils on the scroll shimmered with eerie black and violet light¡ªcoated in warning glyphs not meant for the eyes of the uninitiated.

    "They seem powerful," she continued, "and even the energy they use... it''s not mana. It''s something else. Twisted. Hungry. It corrupts and decays everything it touches. Even spiritbound weapons are at risk."

    Leon took the scroll from her, he examined it. The diagrams were grotesque¡ªtwisted shapes of semi-living nightmares, each one barely definable. One had countless eyes growing from its spine. Another had bones outside its skin, constantly rearranging themselves.

    "They don''t belong to any system we know. Not the Tower. Not the Dungeon Races. Not even Outer Cosmos mana fields," Roselia said as she leaned over his shoulder. "They''re like... violations of reality."

    Milim, who had been levitating upside-down while bored, suddenly grew serious. "These things... I''ve read something like them before. In the old war of my world. They don''t just eat. They erase. Like they''re trying to rewrite existence."

    " It was also the reason why our world sgreed to jpin to Tower so that we can protect ourselvses from these things"

    "though at that time I thought its just an farce but I guess it was truw all along"

    Leon looked up from the scroll, his tone sharp. "Then we stop them here."

    "But how do you kill something that unravels the rules of your world just by existing?" Roman asked grimly.

    Leon let out a short, gruff scoff in response, cracking his neck as he stepped forward.

    "Relax," he said with a shrug. "The invaders assigned to us are still within our tier. Manageable. These ones aren''t collapsing reality just by breathing."

    He held up the scroll again, shifting the enchanted material to the next set of projections. The grotesque shapes morphed and shimmered, rearranging into more recognizable forms¡ªhumanoid figures, albeit still unnatural in posture and movement. Twisted, but solid. Fightable.

    "They''ve taken on human-like forms now. Still dangerous, sure¡ªbut no cosmic-level corruption or law-shattering aura. No need for divine seals or spatial anchoring."

    He looked around at his team, confidence radiating from his calm tone.

    "Our opponents are here. And they bleed just like we do."

    Roselia smirked faintly, already drawing her weapon. Milim grinned and floated upright again, her aura beginning to spark. Naval''s tension eased slightly as she adjusted her gauntlets. Even Roman gave a small nod, his earlier concern melting into focus.

    "And with our current power level," Leon added, his voice sharp and certain, "we''ll erase them without needing to bend a single rule of this world."

    "Understood," Liliana replied, standing with the rest. "Let''s hunt."

    They moved in unison, ready to take the fight to the enemy.

    The group advanced swiftly across the obsidian-hued platform of the 101st floor, the environment shifting into a battlefield already warped by invading presence. Jagged structures twisted unnaturally toward the sky, their geometry seemingly defying logic, and the very air felt denser¡ªlike the floor itself was holding its breath.

    Leon led at the front, the Voidbreaker mark etched onto his back faintly glowing beneath his cloak. His presence was a silent warning to anything watching from the shadows.

    Roman walked a few steps behind, his expression grim as he studied the data on the hovering scroll beside him.

    "These... humanoid ones," Roman began, his voice low and edged with disgust. "They''re not just puppets or constructs. They were people once. Warriors. Mages. Even ascenders from other Towers who stood against the Abominations. But when they failed... they weren''t killed."

    Naval glanced at him. "Then what happened?"

    "They were repurposed," Roman spat the word. "Twisted. Infected. Slowly reshaped into what they call the Heralds of Abomination."

    Roselia''s eyes narrowed. "Heralds... so they''re the ones who come before the true Abominations?"

    Roman nodded. "Yeah. They act like parasites. They invade the inner structure of a world¡ªnot with brute force, but by wearing familiar faces, sowing doubt, spreading decay from within. They start by eating away at the will of the strong. Then, they rewrite the very core of that world¡ªits memories, its essence. By the time the Abomination arrives, the place is already hollow."

    Milim shivered¡ªnot from fear, but anger. "So they''re like a curse. A slow death."

    "Exactly. The Heralds are the disease... and the Abominations are just the final stage."

    Leon stopped atop a hill of twisted steel and broken stone, his eyes focused on a distant rift shimmering faintly in the air like heat waves. The energy signature was faint... but unmistakably wrong.

    "There," he said quietly.

    The group paused, weapons drawn, energy focusing around them. From within the shimmer, footsteps echoed faintly.

    The rift pulsed once.

    Then figures began to emerge¡ªhumanoid in shape, draped in tattered robes or fragmented armor, their eyes glowing with a sickly inverted light. Some bore weapons that twitched like living things; others had twisted limbs trailing smoky tendrils.

    But what stood out the most... was the smile. All of them wore the same hollow, identical grin.

    Like masks made to mock humanity.

    The Heralds had arrived.

    Leon''s voice cut through the air like a blade.

    "Eyes up. No hesitation."

    His aura surged outward, crackling with power.

    "The Tower gave us strength for a reason. Let''s remind them why we''re here."

    The battle was about to begin.

    Lightning split the sky above as Leon stepped forward, cloak billowing with every crack of his rising aura. Behind him, the rest of the team spread out with practiced precision¡ªeach one a warrior tempered by the Tower''s brutal ascent.

    The Heralds stood unmoving, their smiles impossibly wide, as if amused by what approached.

    Then, as if on some silent cue¡ª

    They moved.

    Like wind-blown shadows, the Heralds surged forward with inhuman speed, limbs jerking and warping mid-stride. One launched toward Leon, its fingers elongating into jagged claws. Leon didn''t flinch. With a single flash of movement, his sword was out¡ªVoidbreaker steel, pulsing with ???-rank energy. He bisected the Herald with a clean cut, its body unraveling into threads of corrupted essence.

 Chapter 262 262: Invaders II

    Like wind-blown shadows, the Heralds surged forward with inhuman speed, limbs jerking and warping mid-stride. One launched toward Leon, its fingers elongating into jagged claws. Leon didn''t flinch. With a single flash of movement, his sword was out¡ªVoidbreaker steel, pulsing with ???-rank energy. He bisected the Herald with a clean cut, its body unraveling into threads of corrupted essence.

    Behind him, Roselia spun into motion, her twin blades igniting with spectral fire. She danced between two Heralds, slicing one at the knee before finishing it with a reverse slash to the throat. The second swung at her with a blade dripping some black ichor¡ªbut she weaved beneath it and delivered a burst of fire point-blank into its chest, incinerating it with a blast of roaring violet flame.

    Milim, grinning with anticipation, shouted, "It''s smash time!" and slammed her foot into the ground. A ripple of kinetic force shot through the floor, launching three incoming Heralds into the air. Before they could land, she jumped¡ªcrushing one with an axe kick that cratered the terrain and sent shockwaves in every direction.

    Naval chanted quietly, her hands glowing with light that pierced the twisted sky. "Sanctified Bolts," she whispered, releasing a barrage of radiant javelins. They struck Heralds mid-charge, turning them into ash with holy bursts that burned away their corruption.

    Roman fought colder, smarter¡ªintercepting movements, predicting counters. With a curved blade and strategic barriers, he manipulated the battlefield like a seasoned general. "These ones are weak," he muttered. "They''ve barely tasted a world. Must be scouts."

    From the center of the fray, Leon closed his eyes for just a second.

    The Voidbreaker engraving on his back flared.

    And then¡ª

    He vanished.

    In a blink, Leon reappeared behind four Heralds. Before they could react, he moved¡ªfour precise cuts, no wasted motion. Time itself seemed to pause, the echoes of his strikes ringing in delayed unison before the Heralds crumpled to the ground in silence.

    The battlefield fell still again.

    All around, corrupted forms dissipated, fading into the ether like rotted leaves. The air slowly calmed, and the pulse of invading energy began to weaken.

    But just as Naval began healing a nick on Milim''s cheek, Roman turned sharply toward the rift.

    "Wait..."

    The shimmer hadn''t closed.

    Something else was coming through.

    Not a Herald.

    This one... walked.

    It didn''t jerk. It didn''t twitch.

    It stepped through the rift like a man arriving home.

    Clad in voidsteel armor, its face hidden behind a sleek mask shaped like a broken hourglass, the entity looked at the group¡ªand then slowly raised one finger.

    The rift behind it flared. Dark energy churned.

    Leon narrowed his eyes.

    "...A Herald Commander?"

    "No," Roselia whispered. "That... that thing''s a¡ª"

    "Harbinger." Roman finished grimly.

    Leon''s grip tightened around his sword.

    "Then I guess... this floor''s not done with us yet."

    The air twisted, darkened, and froze as the Harbinger stepped forward.

    One step.

    That was all it took for reality to shudder around him. Shadows beneath the group rippled unnaturally, and for the first time since ascending the 100th floor, a chill of something ancient and wrong crawled up their spines.

    "Fall back," Leon said sharply, sensing it instantly.

    But his team was already in motion.

    Roselia was the first to clash. Her twin blades lit with radiant fire, she dashed in with deadly speed¡ªbut before she could land her strike, the Harbinger raised a single hand.

    A wave of pressure exploded outward.

    Roselia was flung across the field like a ragdoll, her blades slipping from her hands as she crashed into a pillar, coughing blood.

    Roman was next¡ªactivating his barrier technique mid-stride. "Formless Guard!" A translucent shield enveloped him, backed by his strongest mana constructs.

    The Harbinger didn''t dodge.

    It walked into the shield and shattered it with a tap of its finger.

    Roman reeled back, shocked¡ªuntil the Harbinger''s knee struck his abdomen, folding him over, then hurled him back with a backhand that dented his armor.

    "Two down," the Harbinger said with a voice like a collapsing star¡ªcalm, deep, final.

    Milim launched in, screaming. "YOU WANNA GO?!"

    She delivered a mighty punch that could crack mountains¡ªbut the Harbinger caught it... with two fingers.

    Her eyes widened.

    It turned her own strength against her and flung her into the sky before stomping on the ground. A jagged spire of darkened steel erupted from below and impaled her shoulder mid-air, pinning her like an insect. She growled and roared, trying to break free, but the Harbinger simply snapped his fingers and the spire burst into cursed fire.

    Naval fired beams of sanctified light¡ªbut they fizzled before touching him. The Harbinger''s mere presence corrupted the spells before they manifested fully. She tried to chant a defensive barrier, but¡ª

    He was already behind her.

    One hand touched her back. A pulse of void energy rippled out.

    She collapsed, unconscious, her spirit shuddering from the foreign energy eating away at it.

    Liliana, last to stand, summoned a wall of phantom shields¡ªancestral spirits shielding her¡ªbut even they could only hold him back for two seconds. A flick of his blade dispersed the phantoms, and a swift punch dropped her like a stone.

    Then, only Leon remained.

    He stepped forward slowly, calmly.

    The battlefield was cracked, his allies broken.

    And yet¡ªhe looked unmoved.

    "I see," Leon said, eyes narrowing. "So you are one of the old ones. Not just a servant. But a relic that remembers the ancient war."

    The Harbinger tilted its head.

    "You bear the engraving," it said. "And yet... not enough despair clings to you. Perhaps I should fix that."

    Leon drew his blade.

    The Voidbreaker engraving across his back blazed to life¡ªits ???-rank aura erupting in a vertical geyser of power that split the sky. Space warped around him, his presence burning brighter and brighter until even the Harbinger''s voice faltered.

    "You are... an anomaly."

    "Not an anomaly," Leon said as he vanished¡ªand reappeared with his blade against the Harbinger''s throat.

    "I''m your end."

    Sword against voidsteel, strikes that ruptured the very foundation of the Tower, shockwaves that collapsed mountains in the distance. The two moved faster than sight, their powers clashing with every law-defying blow.

    The Harbinger summoned tendrils of entropic energy, shrouds of anti-magic, reverse-time pulses¡ªbut Leon adapted, broke through them one by one. He bled¡ªbut never stopped.

 Chapter 263 263: Invaders II

    The Harbinger summoned tendrils of entropic energy, shrouds of anti-magic, reverse-time pulses¡ªbut Leon adapted, broke through them one by one. He bled¡ªbut never stopped.

    He shifted mid-fight, tapping deeper into the Voidbreaker Legacy¡ªan ability he had barely begun to grasp¡ªchanneling the very essence of a dying cosmos into his strikes.

    And finally¡ª

    The Harbinger tried to vanish, splitting into a thousand fragments.

    Leon closed his eyes.

    "¡ªCollapse."

    And cut once.

    A singularity formed at the point of impact, dragging in all the Harbinger''s fragments before compressing them to a point¡ªand then obliterating them.

    Silence followed.

    The battlefield lay in ruin.

    Leon stood in the center of the crater, his sword humming low, eyes still burning with the echo of victory.

    Behind him, his team slowly stirred. Wounded, but alive.

    And high above the Tower¡ª

    A distant observer, cloaked in cosmic veils, marked Leon''s name in a list written in stardust and fate.

    "The new Voidbreaker has passed his first trial."

    Far beyond the battlefield¡ªacross the fractured edges of reality, within a sanctum hidden even from the gods¡ªa figure cloaked in robes stitched from starlight and blackhole silk leaned over an ethereal scroll.

    Leon''s name now glowed faintly, marked not only as a Voidbreaker, but also as a potential Champion.

    A flick of the cloaked one''s hand, and countless other names shimmered in the air¡ªeach a possible bearer of the Champion''s Crown, each now placed under direct observation after what had happened with the betrayer.

    The Betrayal of the Former Champion, known only as the Wretched Flame, had shaken the very foundations of the ancient order. A being once chosen to defend existence had turned on it instead¡ªfeeding forbidden truths to the Abominations in exchange for power beyond even fate''s design.

    And now? The Eyes of Ascendancy, a secret faction of ancient seers and watchers, had returned from dormancy.

    "Monitor all current candidates," a voice echoed through a crystal array of floating minds, each tethered by streams of celestial energy.

    "Especially the Voidbreaker. Especially Leon."

    "He defeated a Harbinger alone," one of the seers whispered. "That is not merely strength. That''s resonance. He''s already syncing with the Old Legacy."

    Another spoke, their voice like shifting mirrors.

    "But if he strays even an inch toward the path of the Betrayer..."

    "We end him," said the first one coldly. "Immediately."

    And so they watched.

    Through reflections, through fate-warped insects, through dreams and flickers of magic hidden even from Leon himself¡ªhis steps were now cataloged, his emotions analyzed, his battles recorded.

    Each action judged against a scale no mortal had ever seen.

    Back on the battlefield, Leon stood atop the Harbinger''s remains. He hadn''t sensed the watching eyes, nor heard the threads of fate twisting ever tighter around his name. But a subtle pressure¡ªit began to grow.

    Not from the enemies he''d face.

    But from expectations he didn''t even know had been placed on him.

    Somewhere deep inside his Voidbreaker Mark, a second seal flickered quietly... not yet opened, but near.

    And as his allies recovered, Roselia looked at him with new awe, and whispered under her breath:

    Leon''s gaze was sharp¡ªfocused not just on the battlefield, but inward, where the second seal of the Voidbrand had begun to glow with an eerie radiance.

    "...It''s like the more I erase these Abominations and their spawn¡ªthe more reality bends in response. Like I''m rewriting pieces of the world just by existing," he muttered, voice low but firm. "The first seal gave me the power of the Voidbreaker... energy that can cut through existence and even burn away what was never meant to be."

    Then he clenched his hand as dark runes spiraled across his forearm, partially ignited.

    "But this second seal..." he continued, watching as it surged with 36% resonance. "It feels heavier. Not just destruction¡ªcorrection."

    Roman, arms crossed and still catching his breath, narrowed his eyes. "It took slaying a Harbinger just to push it a third of the way. If that''s the pace... then unlocking the full second seal will mean facing things far beyond even that."

    "And each time," Roselia added, stepping up beside Leon, "you''ll grow stronger¡ªbut also further from us. You realize that, don''t you?"

    Leon gave a soft, almost tired smirk. "Power like this... it always has a price. But I''m not walking away."

    " I will always take you guys with me" He added

    Liliana, who had been scanning the remains of the Harbinger with her relic lens, suddenly spoke. "This thing... it wasn''t just some random commander. It carried something. A fragment of memory¡ªlinked to the original invaders. Whatever you''re syncing with through these seals, Leon... it''s not just the Tower anymore. It''s something older."

    Naval raised an eyebrow. "You saying these seals aren''t from this realm?"

    "No," Leon replied, his voice suddenly distant, like he was remembering something ancient. "They''re not. They''re from the first war¡ªthe one even the Tower tries to forget. The war that shattered the Outer Rings of Reality."

    As the second seal of the Voidbrand pulsed gently beneath Leon''s skin, the group gathered at the edge of the decayed battlefield¡ªsilent, scorched, and twisted by the presence of the Harbinger now slain.

    Smoke still coiled from shattered stones, and dark ichor that didn''t belong to any known creature hissed as it evaporated in the sunless sky above the Tower floor.

    They sat near a broken outpost¡ªonce part of the Tower''s early explorer networks¡ªnow reclaimed by Void corruption.

    Roman tossed a cracked canteen to the side, breaking the silence.

    "Anyway, let''s return and report back to Association. We can think about whether this new power of Leon''s is good or not later," he said, and the others nodded in agreement.

    As the group began their return trek through the broken terrain¡ªscarred with remnants of the recent battle¡ªan eerie stillness hung in the air. The traces of the Harbinger''s corrupted presence lingered faintly, like smog clinging to the edges of reality. But there was also something else now... a faint hum in the air, resonating around Leon like ripples in a still pond.

 Chapter 264 264: Invaders III

    "By the way, Leon, can I drink some of your blood?" Milim suddenly asked, her voice cheerful as always, but her eyes glinting with mischief.

    Leon rolled his eyes in response. "And why''s that?" he asked as she leaned closer.

    "I want to taste what the blood of someone with a ??? Rank feels like," she said, her vampiric fangs briefly flashing into view.

    Leon sighed. "I have two ??? Rank abilities, one ??? Rank class, and one Mythical Class now."

    "So you''ve already tasted the blood of someone with ??? Rank something," Leon added dryly.

    Milim held his hand, eyes sparkling. "Yes, but now you have three ??? Rank abilities and two ??? Rank classes¡ªso please?" she pleaded with an exaggerated pout.

    Leon groaned, giving in. "Fine."

    Milim beamed and hugged him excitedly. She gently pushed aside the collar of his shirt and, with a kind of reverence, sank her fangs into his neck¡ªdrinking slowly, savoring every drop of the potent, reality-bending energy that flowed within him.

    Leon didn''t even flinch. He just stood still, arms crossed, muttering, "You better not get addicted to this..."

    Milim pulled back a moment later, eyes glowing faintly. "Too late~" she teased, licking her lips.

    Leon sighed again, rubbing the spot on his neck where Millim had bitten him. "Great. Just what I need. A hyperactive vampire addicted to my blood."

    Millim just giggled, spinning in place like a child on sugar. "You don''t understand, Leon! It''s so rich. It''s like... if chaos and divinity had a child and then infused it with raw destiny!"

    Naval raised a brow, arms crossed. "That sounds... incredibly concerning."

    Roselia narrowed her eyes at Millim. "If you start getting stronger just from drinking his blood, we''re going to have to set some rules."

    "Too late for that too~" Millim said, twirling and then cracking her knuckles. "I feel amazing! Not just in power, but like... I could punch fate in the face!"

    Leon stared blankly. "That''s not... a good thing."

    Roman shook his head, muttering under his breath, "We''ve gone from Voidbreakers to vampire buff parties."

    "Focus," Liliana cut in, serious as always. "We''ve dealt with one Harbinger. There will be more. And if their strength scales like this..."

    "We just have to commit to growing stronger and getting better," Leon said as they nodded. After a short rest, they returned to the Association and reported on the Harbinger. The receptionist thanked them and processed their contribution points.

    As they stepped out of the Association building, Leon stretched and said, "Well, now we''re free to go as we please. There are no more invaders on this floor."

    "So, how about doing a dungeon dive and farming some resources to level up?" Roselia suggested, and the others nodded in agreement.

    "Yeah, I need to get some materials. I want to upgrade my gear," Navala added, stretching her arms.

    "Alright then, let''s go," Leon said, and the rest nodded enthusiastically as rain started to lightly drizzle over the tower floor.

    The rain pattered softly around them, casting a thin mist across the stone roads as the group made their way toward the nearest dungeon gate. The atmosphere was calm¡ªeerily calm¡ªafter the chaos of the Harbinger.

    Roselia adjusted her cloak, glancing up at the gray sky. "It''s been a while since we had a peaceful walk like this. No ambush, no corrupted monsters... Feels strange."

    Leon smirked slightly. "Don''t jinx it."

    Millim, still grinning and energized from earlier, bounced beside Leon. "I hope the dungeon''s got something fun this time. Maybe a big dragon! Or a cursed temple!"

    Roman raised an eyebrow. "I''d prefer no curses. Or dragons. Just a clean run with decent loot."

    Navala let out a soft chuckle. "You''re no fun. I say bring on the chaos. Let''s see what the Voidbreaker''s luck attracts today."

    Leon''s eyes narrowed slightly as they approached the gate. It shimmered with a violet hue, older and more arcane than the standard dungeon entries. An inscription hovered just above the portal:

    [Floor-Synced Special Dungeon: Trial of Echoes ¨C Danger Level: Unknown]

    "Not marked on the standard dungeon list," Roman noted. "And ''Unknown'' danger level? Should we...?"

    Leon stepped forward without hesitation. "We''re not weaklings. We''ve taken down a Harbinger. Whatever''s inside, we adapt and win."

    Roselia smirked. "That''s the spirit."

    They all placed a hand on the gate''s sigil, and the light pulled them through.

    As the world twisted around them and the Trial of Echoes accepted its new challengers, far above¡ªin the realms where ancient eyes watched¡ªone more thread of fate was pulled taut.

    And the voice that once whispered across the stars returned once more.

    "So the Voidbreaker chooses to walk deeper. Very well... Let the next veil fall."

    The light of the portal faded, and the group landed on ancient, cracked marble¡ªits surface whispering with distant echoes of battles long past.

    They stood at the entrance of a vast coliseum-like structure built into the side of a mountain, the sky above them painted in shifting shades of violet and obsidian. The wind carried faint chants¡ªunintelligible, yet heavy with sorrow and pride.

    Millim blinked. "Okay... this place feels different."

    Navala drew her sword slightly, sensing the lingering energy. "No monsters nearby... but something''s watching us. I can feel it."

    Suddenly, a figure emerged from the mist ahead¡ªarmored in ceremonial silver, face hidden behind a mask of stone and starlight.

    A deep, echoing voice followed:

    "Welcome to the Trial of Echoes. Here, only those who seek to surpass themselves may proceed. You do not fight monsters here... you fight what you could have been."

    Roman stepped forward, narrowing his eyes. "What does that even mean?"

    The armored figure raised its hand. A surge of energy enveloped the party¡ªsplitting the space around each of them, until six glowing gates formed in a circle.

    From each gate stepped out a version of themselves, but changed¡ªtwisted by choices never made.

    Roselia stared at her mirror-self: clad in black and wearing the crown of a fallen empire.

    Roman faced a version of himself wielding voidfire, eyes cold, a mercenary who had abandoned everything for power.

 Chapter 265 265: Invaders IV

    Roman faced a version of himself wielding voidfire, eyes cold, a mercenary who had abandoned everything for power.

    Millim''s other self looked ancient¡ªlike a queen of blood and ruin, power surging like a tidal wave.

    Navala saw her alternate¡ªtired, bitter, scarred... but powerful beyond imagining.

    And Leon...

    He stepped forward and locked eyes with his mirror-self¡ªVoidbreaker energy radiating like a storm, but his aura... was hollow. Empty. A being who had sacrificed too much. Who had become a God of Nothing.

    "...This is what I could become?" Leon muttered. "No... what I will become... if I don''t choose carefully."

    Another one opened and from it came out of Liliana Counter.

    She looked the same, at first glance¡ªsame graceful posture, same calm demeanor¡ªbut there was a terrifying calm in her eyes, as if she''d long since stopped believing in anything but the blade. Her aura shimmered like a blade dipped in divine ichor and tainted by demonic wrath.

    Liliana frowned, instantly on guard. "Tch... I don''t like this version of me."

    Navala glanced toward her. "Who is she?"

    Liliana didn''t look away from her alternate self. "A Saint who gave up mercy... and embraced total judgment. No trials, no redemption. Just execution."

    Her counterpart smiled faintly. "You''re still clinging to hope and hesitation. I''ve severed both¡ªand ascended because of it."

    Liliana''s grip tightened on her sacred blade. "That''s not ascension. That''s corruption."

    The other Liliana raised her weapon¡ªits edge glowing with twisted divinity.

    "Then prove it. Let''s see if your kindness is stronger than my power."

    The air cracked as the Hollow Echo raised a hand. From it came swirling singularities, pure absence¡ªvoids that could devour light, magic, even concepts. His strike didn''t just aim for Leon''s body¡ªit tried to erase his very sense of self.

    But Leon roared in defiance, his own hand glowing with Voidbreaker Seal: Stage Two, now at 42%.

    His blade clashed with non-existence, and the collision sent out ripples that shredded even the illusions of time.

    "I am still me. I know who I am. And you''re not it."

    Yet with every clash, the Hollow Echo evolved¡ªreplicating Leon''s strikes, adapting his Voidbreaker energies. It took all of Leon''s Mythic and ??? Rank abilities just to hold the line.

    As the fight dragged on, the battlefield changed around them. Memories of Leon''s past bled into the space¡ªhis first dungeon, the day he drank the Blood Elixir, even the scene where he first met Roselia.

    The Hollow Echo whispered:

    "Let go of your memories. Let go of your pain. Let go of choice. I offer peace."

    Leon snarled, "Peace without self is just silence. And I''m not ready to die."

    Their blades clashed again.

    ***

    The dark version of Roselia stood tall, clad in a flowing crimson dress laced with blood-runes, eyes glowing with malice and charm. She wielded a whip forged from broken oaths and forgotten names.

    "You waste your powers on loyalty," the tyrant Roselia taunted. "You were meant to rule, to break hearts and kingdoms alike!"

    Roselia, eyes cold, summoned her Shadow Rose Dominion, a field of ghostly petals that deflected charm-based magic and amplified stealth-based attacks.

    "Ruling by fear is easy. Earning love... that''s the challenge."

    They clashed across illusions of conquered kingdoms, long-lost memories, and heartbreaks Roselia buried deep. The whip cracked through walls of willpower, forcing Roselia to retreat, strike, vanish, repeat.

    Every strike reminded her of what she could''ve become if she''d let bitterness win.

    She didn''t back down.

    ***

    Roman''s mirror self stood atop a golden war machine, wielding a scepter of control and an army of illusory soldiers.

    "Order. Total control. This is how peace is achieved," he said.

    Roman''s chains of gravity coiled and struck, but the Iron Dictator shrugged off the effects, countering with Anti-Law Seals¡ªsuppressing Roman''s gravitational dominion.

    For hours they clashed¡ªeach blow a debate, each spell a theory tested.

    "True peace isn''t about control," Roman growled. "It''s about trust."

    He broke the scepter with a sky-shattering gravitational collapse and crushed the illusions beneath his heel¡ªbut the Dictator always rebuilt, stronger and smarter.

    Roman was sweating, bleeding, smiling.

    "Let''s see how much longer you can copy me."

    ***

    Naval faced a version of herself that had accepted demonic contracts and embraced power over her people''s trust. The flames around her burned purple-black, and every spell screamed with cursed tongues.

    "You burned for others," said the dark Navala. "I burn them and they obey."

    Naval, bathed in azure fire, fought a war of flames. Her purification magic fought against corruption, spell for spell.

    Every time her fire touched her opponent, she heard whispers.

    "Why suffer for them? Why hold back?"

    But she didn''t waver.

    "I''m not burning alone anymore," she muttered, "I''ve got them. And that''s more than enough."

    ***

    The vampiric side of Millim had gone feral¡ªlong, wild hair, bat wings, and a hunger that extended into souls and fate. She laughed as she drank blood from shadows and tore into Millim''s memories.

    "You think you''re in control. You think the blood doesn''t own you. Let me show you the truth."

    Millim flew into the air, her fangs bared, blood armor igniting around her. Her own blood had evolved after drinking from Leon¡ªresonating with unknown ??? properties.

    Her laughter met the echo''s scream. They spiraled through the sky, clawing, biting, releasing spell-bursts that warped gravity.

    Millim grinned. "I''ve tasted Leon''s power. I know who I am."

    Then she sank her fangs into the echo''s neck¡ªdominating her own bloodline.

    ***

    Holy light clashed with divine justice. Liliana''s opponent was cold, relentless, nearly perfect. Every judgment she passed glowed with divine runes that tried to erase sin.

    "You could''ve been flawless," said the Executioner. "But you hesitate."

    Liliana bled from dozens of cuts. Her holy blade flickered, her breathing shallow.

    But her eyes shone.

    "I am not perfect. That''s what makes me worthy of judging others."

    Her wings flared wide as she invoked the Blessing of the Unyielding Saint, a ???-tinged blessing that let her endure even divine decrees.

    She parried the final execution strike¡ªand struck down her counterpart in one, soul-splitting arc.

 Chapter 266: Counter Battle

    As each warrior stood victorious over their mirror self, the realm trembled. The fragments of the echoes began to fade.

    Leon looked around, breathing hard. "Everyone alright?"

    Each nodded¡ªbloodied, exhausted, but undefeated.

    Then came the final test.

    A seventh gate opened. A throne emerged¡ªempty, waiting.

    A voice echoed:

    "One must sit. One must carry the burden of judgment over self. Only then shall you ascend the next floor."

    Leon looked to the others.

    Roselia shook her head. "You''re the Voidbreaker. This was your trial, even if we fought beside you."

    Roman clapped him on the shoulder. "You survived yourself. Now prove you can lead yourself."

    Leon stepped forward, and as he sat on the throne, the echoes shattered completely.

    A golden light enveloped them. They''d passed the Trial of Echoes.

    The seal on Leon''s second Voidbreaker mark surged to 61%, and a third seal flickered into visibility.

    But far away...

    In the Council of Cosmos, a cloaked figure stood and wrote again in stardust.

    "He resists the mirror. He grows fast. Perhaps... too fast."

    The pieces continued to move.

    And the war yet to come drew closer.

    As the golden light faded and their feet found solid ground again, the seven emerged from the Trial of Echoes into a chamber vastly different from before. Gone were the twisting illusions, the timeless sky, the blinding paradoxes. In its place stood a quiet, obsidian hall lined with floating crystalline shards¡ªeach pulsing faintly with memories of the trials they had faced.

    Liliana leaned against her sword, her breathing still unsteady. "I''ve judged hundreds, but never... myself. That was different."

    Navala sat cross-legged, attempting to meditate, though the soft flickers of flame still curled from her fingers like echoes of defiance. "We all saw the worst of ourselves... and survived it."

    Roman cracked his knuckles, bruised but smiling. "Still didn''t land that gravity crush the way I wanted. But I''ll admit¡ªit was satisfying watching that echo version of me get crushed under his own fake ideals."

    Millim spun playfully, arms raised above her head. "Mmm~ I bit me! Does that count as biting myself? Because that version of me was spicy. Leon! Let me bite you again later, just to compare¡ª"

    "No," Leon said, half laughing, half sighing as he stood beside the crystalline wall. The third Voidbreaker seal on his arm now glowed faintly beneath his skin, 3% formed. "Once is enough. You almost drained me last time."

    "I was gentle!" she pouted.

    Roselia stood silently, hands behind her back, her eyes locked on Leon. "You''re changing. Fast. Your power, your aura... it''s not just growing stronger¡ªit''s shifting. The Leon I met a few months ago wouldn''t have endured that mirror."

    Leon glanced at her, then looked back to the floating shards. "That Leon didn''t carry this many burdens. I''ve made too many promises since then."

    Roselia stepped closer. "Then make one more. Promise me you won''t lose yourself in this power."

    Leon didn''t reply immediately.

    Instead, he raised a hand, summoning the faint outline of the Voidbreaker Seal again.

    "As long as I can still remember who I fight for... I won''t."

    Trial of Echoes Complete.

    All Participants Gain:

    ¡ú +2 Levels

    ¡ú Memory Shard (x1) [Used to unlock sealed traits or awaken hidden growth paths]

    ¡ú Affinity Boost: [???] (Effect varies per individual)

    ¡ú Contribution Score Logged with Tower Association.

    As the message blinked away, a shimmering portal opened at the end of the obsidian chamber. Beyond it lay a stairway carved in silver, leading upward, where the mana grew heavier, more refined... and far more dangerous.

    But before they could step through¡ª

    A ripple of energy spread across the air, and a messenger orb floated down from above. It pulsed once, then projected an image:

    A high-ranking officer from the Association.

    "Voidbreaker Leon. Naval Captain Navala. Roman the Graviton. Lady Liliana. Millim of Crimson Blood. Roselia the Shadewalker."

    "By directive of the High Association, your names have been nominated for inclusion into the Elite Vanguard List."

    Everyone froze.

    "Your victories over the Harbinger-class invader and completion of the Mirror Trial have placed you within the top percentile of defenders. However, be warned¡ª" "The Harbinger-class you defeated was not alone. We''ve detected multiple energy signatures rising across other tower floors. And... they''re evolving."

    A moment passed.

    Then Liliana muttered, "...They''re coming in waves."

    Leon stepped forward, placing his hand on the orb.

    "Then let''s meet them head-on."

    Far away, in the shadowed sanctuary where Council of Chaosn convened, cloaked beings observed Leon''s progress. One of them, once a traitor to the champions, now sealed in spectral chains, glared at the light playing across the crystal showing Leon''s growth.

    "You''re too late," the traitor whispered. "You let another monster be born... and this time, no one will be able to bind him."

    "Maybe," said another being within the chamber, its voice calm. "But he is not a traitor we need to bind."

    "Hahaha," the traitor laughed mockingly. "Do you really think he''ll side with you once he learns the truth?" His smile twisted cruelly as the others glanced toward him. "No... he won''t."

    The chamber fell silent for a breath.

    "If not," another Council member said flatly, voice devoid of emotion, "then we''ll have just another being ready for harvesting."

    The traitor groaned as the spectral chains binding him hummed with renewed power, draining his energy with greater intensity. Still, he smirked through the pain.

    "I wonder... if you even can."

    The Council paid him no further mind.

    Their focus remained firmly on Leon''s journey¡ªon the void energy growing within him, and the potential for either salvation... or devastation.

    "The first Champion of this reality forged this Tower," one of the beings said, their voice echoing with ancient resonance. "It was made for the ascension of all, and it will remain as such. No one¡ªnot even the traitors¡ªcan stop this Tower from continuing its purpose."

    The others around them nodded in solemn agreement, their gazes still locked on the distant scenes of Leon''s trials playing out in real time.

    "If anyone tries to halt the Tower''s existence," another added, tone sharp as steel, "then they shall be erased. Without hesitation."

    Silence followed those words, heavy and final.

 Chapter 267: Rewards

    After clearing the grueling dungeon and defeating the guardian within, Leon and the others stood at the heart of the glowing treasure vault. Golden light shimmered from crystalline pedestals, each holding a different reward¡ªpotent relics, refined cores, and stones that pulsed with immense power.

    "The rewards are fresh," Naval commented, eyes scanning the contents of a stone tablet as a pedestal opened beside her.

    Leon stepped forward and picked up a violet-hued stone, its surface etched with intricate runes that pulsed like a living heartbeat.

    "Skill Rank-Up Stone," he muttered. "It can raise any skill by one tier... from Epic to Unique, Unique to Legendary."

    "That''s rare," Roselia said, brushing her hair back as she picked one up herself. "Could take years to earn something like this normally."

    Millim was already grinning, her eyes practically sparkling. "Jackpot~!"

    Leon glanced at the stone in his hand, then casually tossed it to Millim. "I don''t need it. My skills are already too broken."

    He turned and offered another to Roselia. "Here. Use it well."

    "You''re really just giving these away?" Roselia raised an eyebrow, catching it midair.

    Leon blinked at the barrage of system messages flooding his vision.

    [ Congratulations, Host, on achieving a new milestone. ]

    [ Rebate: 80 Skill Rank-Up Stones Returned. ]

    [ Skill Rebate has increased to Level 5. ]

    [ Rebate now gives 50 times both in Quality and Quantity ]

    [ New System Function Unlocked: Fusion ]

    He narrowed his eyes as the text continued to unfold like divine prophecy.

    [ Fusion ¡ª Host can now combine or merge materials, skills, abilities, or even living beings to create superior forms or entirely new entities. ]

    [ Restriction: Fusion only applies to what the Host owns. Ownership must be complete and undisputed. ]

    [ There is no limit to what can be fused, even Living things can be fused and greter life form or entilrey new Forms ]

    [ The Chances of Chimera forming are high if there is not much compatibility between species that are fusing together ]

    "...Huh," Leon muttered, voice flat.

    Roselia, sharp as ever, caught the subtle shift. "Hmm? Did something happen?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, a spark of concern hidden beneath her casual tone.

    Leon shook his head with a calm smile. "Just a minor thought. Nothing important."

    None of them knew about his System¡ªand Leon intended to keep it that way. Not because he didn''t trust them, but because the power it offered was beyond comprehension, and far too dangerous if it ever fell into the wrong hands. Even those closest to him didn''t need to know... not yet.

    But this new function¡ªFusion¡ªwas intriguing.

    Later that night, once they''d set up camp and the others were either resting or scouting, Leon slipped away from the warmth of the fire and opened his inventory. Thanks to the Infinite Storage granted by the system, his inventory was a small dimension on its own¡ªan endless vault where time did not pass. And over time, it had become a graveyard of items. Artifacts, weapons, skill crystals, armor, books¡ªsome he collected, some duplicated via rewards, and others were rebate items he had no current use for.

    He often donated the Unique-grade items and below to the orphanage back in his world. But Legendary and above? Those stayed with him. Especially the rare and powerful ones.

    [ Opening Fusion Interface... ]

    [ Scanning inventory... Multiple duplicate Legendary weapons detected. Fusion suggestion ready. ]

    [ Weapon: Twin Serpent Blades (x3) ¨C Legendary Grade ]

    ¡ú A pair of curved daggers that channels poison and wind magic.

    [ Fusion Options: ]

    ¨C Merge 3x Twin Serpent Blades

    ¡ú Potential Outcome: Mythical-grade weapon ¨C "Serpentwind Fangblade"

    ¡ú Traits: Bleeds through dimensions, causes stacking venom debuffs, can slash intangible enemies.

    Leon''s eyes narrowed as he confirmed.

    [ Fusion Initiated. Processing... Complete. ]

    [ You have obtained: Serpentwind Fangblade ¨C Mythical ]

    [ Passive Effect: "Toxic Spiral" ¨C Applies venom that intensifies per hit. Active Skill: "Void Venom Burst" ¨C Temporarily breaks enemy defenses and slows time around the target. ]

    Leon exhaled softly, testing the balance of the new blade as it materialized in his hand. Light, sharp... and utterly deadly.

    [ Would you like to try fusing Skills next? ]

    He considered it. The Fusion system didn''t just apply to weapons. He could fuse two or more skills he''d mastered¡ªand maybe even refine flawed ones.

    He navigated through his massive list of abilities until two caught his eye:

    Shadow Blink (Rare) ¨C short-range teleport with a brief invisibility.

    Void Step (Epic) ¨C teleportation with phase-pass ability through physical barriers.

    [ Fusion Possibility: High Quality ]

    ¡ú Fusion Result: "Dimensional Ghoststep" ¨C Legendary

    Description: Combines teleportation, phasing, and stealth. Grants two-step dash through reality folds, ignoring space and time anchors.

    Leon tapped confirm.

    [ Fusion Success. You have learned: Dimensional Ghoststep ¨C Legendary ]

    "Hmm, these are great," Leon mumbled, inspecting the newly fused Mythical dagger in his hand. The weight was perfect, the edge shimmered with dark venomous light, and the passive power coursing through it felt like an extension of his will.

    Before he could admire it longer, something soft and small collided with his back.

    "Papa! What are you doing?" came a cheerful, high-pitched voice, filled with innocence.

    Leon blinked, half-turning as a pair of tiny arms wrapped tightly around his waist. From the shimmer of a portal behind him, Aqua peeked out with her bright eyes sparkling, clinging to him with a big grin on her face.

    "Aqua...?" Leon murmured, raising an eyebrow. "How did you get out¡ªwait, don''t tell me."

    She looked up, proud and smug. "I have the Rift Control, remember?" she beamed, showing off the sparkling, miniature Rift Sigil Crown nestled like a tiara in her silvery-blue hair. "You gave it to me when I beat everyone in hide-and-seek! So now the whole Rift is my place!"

    Leon rubbed his temple and sighed with a small smile. "Right. The bet..."

    After ascending to a higher rank in the Tower, Leon had started gifting more permissions to his summoned companions¡ªespecially in the safe zones. The Rift, a pocket realm connected to him now has wholy turned into his pet who is more like an Daughter to him Aqua raiden a Mythical naga, and others pet home, each of them has buil a leevl accoding to tehr need,

    Aqua risen level si big lake with Thundertsirm all aroudn, it se ts her water and ligting affinity and is best hoime to her to live.

    Aqua had once, on a whim, entered a playful Rift Contest with the others pets, Aqua had somehow won, thanks to a strange luck-based passive skill that allowed her to hide between layers of dimensions. The prize, chosen by the others for fun? Full Rift Control... for a week.

 Chapter 268: Aqua fights

    Since then, the Rift slowly bent to her childlike desires. Rooms turned into soft playgrounds, gravity bent to allow bounce castles in the void, and even time slowed when it was nap time. To the others, it became Aqua''s house.

    "Did you at least close the Rift gate properly?" Leon asked, glancing behind her. "There are some very nasty things out here."

    "Mhm!" she chirped. "I locked it with six runes and hugged the gate so it felt sleepy. Like you taught me!"

    Leon stifled a laugh. "Good girl." He ruffled her hair gently, and she giggled.

    "But is this your new skill? You can make two things join together?" Aqua asked, tilting her head as her big, curious eyes sparkled.

    Leon nodded simply, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips."Yes, I can join two things to make it more powerful," he said casually.

    Aqua''s eyes widened like twin stars. "Woooaaah! That''s like magic¡ªbut smarter!"

    "Are you gonna do more scary fusions, Papa? Can I help?"

    "You wanna help me fuse weapons?"

    "Noooo~" she said, puffing her cheeks. "I wanna fuse friends!"

    "...Huh?"

    She opened her palm, and two plushies appeared¡ªone shaped like Behemoot and another like Mimic. "Look, if we smoosh them together we can make Mimimoot! It''ll bite AND roar!"

    Leon chuckled. "Let''s... keep that as a prototype."

    As Aqua clung to his back, swinging her legs while mumbling more outrageous fusion combos like "Fire Kitty + Shadow Fish = Shadow Sushi Dragon," Leon''s focus flickered between the chaos she brought and the new depths his Fusion system promised.

    He sighed, letting a faint smirk form.

    "This is what it''s come to. Void energy, mythical fusions... and fluff monsters."

    Eventually, he gave in and let Aqua use the system on her plush toys. Though she expected a terrifying hybrid plush-dragon, the actual result was... just a puffier, softer toy that squeaked when hugged. Not quite the legendary beast she was hoping for.

    She pouted dramatically, then cuddled it anyway. "It''s too soft. I forgive it."

    Leon chuckled. "Alright, enough fluff. Let''s see how much you''ve grown."

    Aqua perked up immediately, her playful mood shifting into focus. Though she looked like a 7- or 8-year-old in human terms, in naga years she was barely a toddler. Still, her raw power was no joke. On her own, she stood at Tier III peak defense and Tier II mid-range offensive strength¡ªimpressive for someone her age and race.

    Leon stepped back and gestured. "Let''s go. Show me what you''ve learned."

    Aqua cracked her knuckles like a tiny martial artist, her naga tail tightening behind her. "No holding back, Papa!"

    She launched forward with surprising speed, her small hands glowing with light-imbued mist magic. Leon raised a barrier instinctively, surprised by the force behind her punch. It cracked the edge of his ward, enough to sting slightly.

    "Oh?" he raised an eyebrow. "You''ve definitely been training."

    "Yup! Millim trained me in ''Super Bouncy Combo'', and Roselia helped me do my ''Mist Whip!''" Aqua chirped mid-air before flipping toward him again.

    What followed was a rapid, wild flurry¡ªenergy bursts, shimmering whip lashes, elemental flickers, and exaggerated battle cries like "Ultra Mist Attack GO!"

    Leon let her push, dodging and testing her movements before finally catching her mid-spin with a gentle tap on the forehead, stopping her in place.

    "Still reckless," he said, softly.

    "But better right?" she asked, slightly out of breath.

    Leon nodded. "Yeah. A lot better."

    Aqua grinned so wide it nearly split her face. Then, she flopped against him again, huffing. "I''ll get even stronger... then we can fuse and become Papaqua! The ultimate sushi warrior!"

    Leon stared at her.

    "...That is absolutely not happening."

    Aqua''s eyes burned with determination as she whipped her mist-like aura around her small form, weaving streams of ethereal energy that danced like ribbons in the air. Her tail coiled, launching her forward like a spring-loaded missile. She wasn''t holding back¡ªnot in the slightest.

    "Mist Barrage!" she yelled, hands glowing with pulsing blue light.

    She struck Leon with a volley of palm strikes, each one reinforced with a soft, damp explosion of compressed mist energy. The air around them shimmered from the pressure, small craters forming on the ground where her strikes missed or were redirected.

    Leon, meanwhile, stood with one hand behind his back. Calm. Centered. Eyes locked onto her movements with quiet focus. He wasn''t even using 10% of his strength¡ªjust enough to test her growth, parry her speed, and encourage her control.

    "She''s learned control... and her footwork is tighter too." he noted internally, sidestepping a tail sweep without breaking posture.

    Aqua growled, puffing her cheeks as her aura flared. "I''m not done yet!"

    She spun mid-air, summoning her strongest technique yet¡ªone she''d been working on with both Roselia and Millim''s guidance.

    "Moonmist Pulse Breaker!!"

    The air around her exploded into a vortex of silver and pale blue as her mist aura compressed, condensing into a gleaming spiral around her hands and feet. She blurred forward like a comet, breaking the sound barrier in the process.

    Leon finally moved.

    With a faint smile, he raised a single finger.

    Ping!

    A direct hit¡ªAqua struck his extended finger with her full force.

    And it stopped her completely. The explosion of power around her dispersed harmlessly as she bounced back, flipping several times in mid-air before landing on her feet, breathing hard.

    She blinked in confusion, staring at Leon''s still-outstretched hand.

    "W-What?! I hit you with everything! That was my ultimate special move!"

    Leon gently lowered his hand. "You did. And it was good."

    "But I didn''t even make you budge!" she pouted.

    "That''s because I didn''t let you. Not because you weren''t strong." Leon''s tone was firm, yet warm. "You''re growing, Aqua. Fast. In a few years, that move might actually push me back."

    Aqua''s pout morphed into a wide grin again. "Really?!"

    Leon nodded. "But only if you stop wasting energy yelling out the name of every attack like a comic book hero."

    "But that''s the cool part!"

    He sighed. "We''ll work on it."

    Aqua flopped on the grass, arms and tail spread out wide, plush toy still somehow hanging from her belt.

    Leon looked up at the skies above the training field. The mist cleared, and the energy began to settle.

 Chapter 269: Roselia challenge

    As the air calmed and Aqua lay sprawled across the grass like a satisfied kitten, Roselia stepped into the clearing. Her crimson hair shimmered under the afternoon light, and her sharp gaze was focused entirely on Leon.

    "You done babysitting?" she teased, arms crossed as her sleek combat coat fluttered in the breeze.

    Leon raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "You jealous I didn''t let you call out cheesy attack names?"

    Roselia smirked. "No, I''m just wondering when you''ll stop wasting time holding back." She stepped closer, the ground subtly cracking beneath her boot with each step. "Aqua''s strong for her age. But I''m not a child. I want a real match."

    Aqua, from the grass, waved weakly. "Don''t die, Roselia..."

    Leon exhaled slowly. "You sure?"

    Roselia didn''t hesitate. "I''ve been holding back against weaker enemies too long. I need to sharpen my edge again. You''re the only one here that can push me past my limits."

    A low hum of energy built around her¡ªred and violet, swirling like dancing flames and shadows interwoven. Her presence surged, and her Mythic-Class aura wrapped the entire field in tension.

    Leon closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, they glowed faintly. Not with his full power, but enough to show he was taking her seriously.

    "Alright," he said simply. "Come."

    And Roselia didn''t wait.

    She shot forward with a burst of speed that cracked the earth behind her. Her first strike¡ªa spinning, empowered kick laced with volatile mana¡ªmet Leon''s open palm. The shockwave shook the clearing and scattered nearby birds into the sky.

    Leon deflected it smoothly, countering with a flick of his fingers that sent her skidding back¡ªonly for her to rebound instantly, hands weaving signs.

    "Ashen Fang: Ninefold Slash!" she roared, blades of crimson light forming in the air around her.

    They descended in a flurry like a rain of steel and fury.

    Leon dodged, his body dancing through the barrage like a whisper of wind. A single cut grazed his coat.

    "Hm," he murmured, "Better than last time."

    Roselia didn''t let him talk long.

    She was already behind him, her blade¡ªformed from compressed bloodfire¡ªswinging at his back with deadly precision. Leon vanished just as the blade reached him, reappearing midair as he looked down.

    "Good control," he said aloud.

    Roselia didn''t respond. She leapt, chasing him into the air with her aura flaring behind her like wings. Their clash echoed across the field¡ªstrikes, dodges, parries. Fists against sword. Flame against void.

    She pressed harder, channeling one of her trump cards.

    "Red Lotus Requiem!"

    A bloom of burning roses erupted around her, each petal a mini-explosion of high-density mana.

    Even Leon had to raise a barrier to absorb the blast.

    The battlefield scorched. Trees nearby bowed from the sheer pressure.

    When the smoke cleared... Roselia stood, panting, eyes locked on the figure standing in the crater.

    Leon. Still mostly untouched¡ªbut no longer completely still.

    He looked at his hand, smoke trailing from his palm. "Now that almost made me try."

    Roselia''s mouth curved into a small smile. "Almost?"

    Leon stepped forward, his tone suddenly cool and sharp.

    "Now it''s my turn."

    He blurred¡ªand reappeared right in front of her.

    Roselia reacted instinctively, parrying his first blow, then the second¡ªbut the third? It broke through her guard.

    She flew backward, slamming into the ground and carving a long trench through the earth.

    Dust clouded the air.

    Aqua sat up from the grass, eyes wide. "Ooooh, she flew far."

    As the dust cleared, Roselia slowly pushed herself to her knees, coughing. "Tch... that''s cheating... you weren''t even using Voidbreaker."

    Leon approached her, extending a hand.

    "You''re strong," he said softly. "And only getting stronger. But there''s still a gap."

    She grasped his hand and let him pull her up. "Yeah," she muttered. "But I''ll close it. Soon."

    Leon smiled. "I look forward to it."

    "I want to fight too!" Millim suddenly said as she entered, her silver hair gleaming under the moonlight.

    Leon turned to look at her, eyes narrowing slightly as he observed her. She was a far cry from the last time he''d seen her¡ªnot just in appearance, but in presence. Once an elegant and composed lady, she now radiated the energy of a playful yet unpredictable force of nature.

    Still beautiful. Still dangerous.

    "okay then" Leon replied.

    Millim stretched her arms behind her head, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet, her eyes practically glowing with anticipation.

    "Fiiinallyyyy~!" she sang, skipping toward Leon and Roselia with a wide grin. "I''ve been waiting my turn this entire time!"

    Roselia groaned, brushing dust from her shoulder. "You''re seriously going next? After that?"

    Millim winked. "What? You had fun, didn''t you? Besides..." ¡ªshe shot a mischievous glance at Leon¡ª "I wanna see how much he holds back when it''s me."

    Leon sighed, though a faint smirk tugged at his lips. "You''re always like this..."

    Millim giggled, her energy starting to flare¡ªwild, uncontained, like a storm compressed into a single heartbeat.

    "C''mon, c''mon! Let''s fight! I''m not holding back, so you better not either!"

    Without another word, her aura exploded.

    BOOM.

    The shockwave from her release blew back the surrounding trees, kicking up a massive ring of dust.

    She was already serious.

    He didn''t reply with words. He raised his right hand, void energy coiling around his fingers like ink in water, calm yet infinite.

    Millim vanished¡ªand appeared in front of him with a crashing punch.

    BANG!

    The ground cratered. Leon blocked it with his arm, skidding backward¡ªhis boots grinding through stone.

    Millim didn''t let up. "Bloody Meteor Barrage!"

    She struck¡ªpunches faster than bullets, each laced with magic and raw strength. The battlefield became a blur of pink and black as Leon evaded, deflected, countered.

    One hit landed¡ªthen another.

    Leon grunted, flipping backward and landing gracefully.

    She was stronger than before.

    "Not bad," he said.

    Millim grinned, her fists glowing brighter. "That''s not even 30%! Want more?"

    Leon didn''t answer. He simply blurred forward¡ªthis time his turn to attack.

    His palm slammed into her gut with focused precision, sending a ripple of void energy through her. The shockwave blasted her back¡ªbut she flipped mid-air, skidded to a stop, and wiped a bit of blood from her lip.

    "Oooooo~ that was nice! Now we''re talking!"

    She stomped the ground and her aura tripled. Flames, shadows, lightning, even Bloody Around her¡ªher power radiated in all directions.

    Fist against void.

    Every impact sent out explosions, tearing through the forest and splitting boulders. Aqua hid behind a rock, cheering loudly with popcorn in hand, while Roselia leaned against a tree, arms folded, watching intently.

    Minutes passed. Then tens of minutes. The battle dragged on¡ªnot because it was slow, but because both fighters refused to go down.

    Millim''s body was scraped, bruised, but her grin never faded.

    While not vene having a ounce of damage on his body maintained his smile as he fought her.

    They both stood now, facing each other, panting¡ªbarely a dozen meters apart.

    "...You''re really fun," Millim said, breathless but exhilarated.

    Leon nodded slowly. "You''ve gotten stronger. Enough to threaten most Mythic-rank elites."

    She wiped sweat from her brow. "Then... are you gonna end it?"

    He didn''t reply. Instead¡ª

    He vanished.

    Then reappeared behind her, tapping her on the back of the neck with a single finger.

    Her body froze. A chill ran down her spine.

    A single tap with his refined void energy¡ªprecise enough to disable without harming.

    Millim stumbled slightly after the tap to her neck, but instead of conceding, her smile twisted... into something more dangerous.

    She didn''t fall.

    Instead, she licked the drop of blood from her lip and chuckled.

    "Ohhh~ Leon... Did you really think I was done?"

    The air shifted.

    Leon shrugged. "finally going to use your toys" he said as she nodded.

    Millim''s aura turned crimson. The atmosphere thickened with bloodlust. Her wounds sealed almost instantly, her skin glowing faintly with cursed vitality. Dark sigils formed in a circle behind her as she raised her hand.

    "Come forth... my Knights."

    From her blood pooled in the air, crimson figures began to form¡ªeach clad in ornate armor, wielding cursed weapons forged from blood and bone. One had a massive halberd wreathed in scarlet flame. Another, dual rapiers that flickered like lightning. A third, a giant claymore as wide as his body.

    Five elite Blood Knights now stood behind her¡ªsilent, deadly, and unwavering.

    "These are the best Blood Knights I have," she said proudly. "Created from the strongest boss monsters we''ve defeated."

    Then she added with a smirk, "I''m pretty sure you''ll kill them easily, but look, Leon¡ªthis is my power."

    With a sharp gesture, she directed all five toward him. Each knight moved into position, encircling him with perfect coordination, blades drawn and auras flaring. Their approach was silent¡ªbut the pressure they exuded was crushing.

    It was a perfectly synchronized assault.

    Leon nodded, and for a split second, his eyes flashed with a golden glow.

    Then he moved.

    To an outside observer, it would look like time had shattered¡ªLeon blurred forward in a burst of movement so fast it seemed the world itself had paused. The Blood Knights surrounding him were frozen mid-strike, their motions sluggish and distorted compared to his.

    In one smooth motion, Leon drew his sword.

    And then, he sheathed it.

    Time resumed.

    All five Blood Knights collapsed at once, each one decapitated in perfect silence.

 Chapter 270: Miracle Sage Eyes

    The Time Dilation wasn''t a separate skill, but rather a sub-skill under his Miracle Sage Eyes¡ªa fusion of the Miracle Eyes and Sage Eyes. This unique evolution granted him the ability to slow time by ten times for up to ten minutes.

    He could also compress and accelerate time perception, allowing him to process and react at three times normal speed within that slowed time. In essence, he could live through what felt like thirty seconds in just one second of real time.

    As the golden glow faded from Leon''s eyes, he stood calmly among the crumbling remains of the Blood Knights. Their armor shattered like glass, and their bodies lay still¡ªsilent witnesses to the overwhelming gap in power.

    Millim''s playful grin faltered for a moment as she stared in awe. Then, with a slow clap and a wide, gleaming smile, she laughed.

    "Hehe, okay, that was so cool! You weren''t even trying, were you?"

    Leon gave a small smirk. "I used maybe... two percent of my capacity. Just enough to test something."

    Millim pouted, crossing her arms. "And here I thought my knights could at least make you sweat."

    "They were impressive," Leon said truthfully. "Coordinated, disciplined, and packed with raw power. But against this¡ª" he tapped the side of his head, where the Miracle Sage Eyes glowed faintly "¡ªthey never had a chance."

    Roselia, still nearby, folded her arms and stepped forward again. "So that''s what your new Skill. The Miracle Sage Eyes... something that play with time."

    Leon turned to face her, his expression neutral. "It''s more than just power or knowledge. These eyes... see through the flow of reality itself. I can find weak points, pause instincts, even sense the potential of what''s to come."

    "Scary," Millim muttered, but she was grinning again. "Also kinda hot."

    Leon rolled his eyes, but the faintest smile tugged at the edge of his lips.

    Suddenly, the sky rumbled faintly, and a ripple of space brushed over the battlefield. A tear in reality shimmered just above the horizon, warping the clouds and twisting the wind around it. All three turned sharply to look.

    "Hmm... is that a Rift?" Leon asked, his eyes narrowing as golden rings flickered faintly in his irises.

    The others nodded. "Looks like it," Roselia replied, brushing her hair aside. "We''re getting another Rift already? How sweet."

    Rifts were no ordinary anomalies¡ªthey were instantaneous dungeon-like zones, complete with their own challenges, resources, and sometimes entirely new rules of space and time. More importantly, if one managed to clear a Rift, especially a naturally occurring one, it was possible to claim it.

    Just like how Leon had claimed the Spiral Mountain Rift¡ªa colossal structure that now served mostly as the aviary and training ground for their strange, powerful collection of pets and companions.

    "Do you think this one''s as big as the Spiral Mountain one?" Millim asked, her silver hair swaying in the wind. "It feels different."

    Leon watched the tear in space carefully. "It''s fluctuating... unstable, like it''s being forcibly opened from the other side. This might not be a simple Rift."

    A system notification chimed again in his mind:

    [Unstable Rift Detected ¨C Class: ???]

    [Warning: Possible Invasion-Level Threat]

    [Ownership: Unclaimed. Rewards: Variable.]

    [Bonus Condition Active: First Contact ¨C Unique Reward Guaranteed]

    Leon''s eyes narrowed further, and a faint smirk curved his lips. "Looks like we''ve got dibs again."

    "Wanna go claim it?" Roselia asked, stretching her arms and cracking her knuckles.

    "Definitely," Millim chimed in. "Let''s go break whatever''s trying to crawl through."

    Leon drew his blade and stepped forward, his tone calm but commanding. "Form up. We don''t know what''s waiting in there. Millim, scout ahead with one of your Blood Bats. Roselia, barrier duty. I''ll take point."

    "Let''s call the others too," Leon added, his tone calm but firm as a flicker of golden light burst from his hand¡ªa signal flare only their group would recognize.

    Far from the ridge, at the base camp nestled between trees and rocks, Naval, Liliana, and Roman stirred awake as the flare illuminated the night sky like a silent firework.

    Roman blinked, eyes groggy, and mumbled, "What the hell now?"

    But the answer came swiftly as they saw Leon standing near the rippling sky with Roselia and Millim, the Rift pulsing behind them like a heartbeat in reality.

    "A Rift," Leon confirmed, turning to face them as they rushed up the slope toward him. "And not just any Rift. This one feels... unstable."

    Liliana, rubbing sleep from her eyes, tilted her head slightly. "Unstable how? Like Spiral Mountain unstable, or fight-for-our-lives unstable?"

    Naval''s eyes sharpened as he focused on the distortion. "That... doesn''t look natural. I''ve never seen a Rift pulse like that before."

    Roselia glanced at Leon. "What''s the plan? We can''t just rush in blind."

    "We''re not," Leon replied, eyes fixed on the churning rift. "We go in prepared. This is a Class ??? Rift. That means we''re either about to get rich, get powerful... or get wrecked."

    Millim chuckled. "Sounds fun. I''ll prep the Blood Knights again. Might as well let them warm up first."

    Liliana tightened her gauntlets, her tone light but serious. "If it''s worth waking me up for, then I''d better get something shiny out of it."

    Roman just yawned and cracked his neck. "Fine, fine. Let''s do this. But after that, I''m picking the next rest spot."

    As their group assembled fully¡ªbattle-hardened, bonded, and still growing stronger¡ªthey turned to face the swirling rift in unison. The wind howled louder now, like something was clawing to come through from the other side.

    Leon raised his hand. "Everyone ready?"

    One by one, they nodded.

    "Then let''s begin."

    The Rift howled... and opened wide.

    Just as they were leaping forward to enter, the Rift pulsed violently¡ªand began spitting out monsters on its own.

    "Well, that''s new," Leon muttered as he blurred forward, vanishing from view.

    A split second later, he reappeared mid-air, sword already halfway through a clean horizontal arc. Slash! The heads of the emerging monsters hit the ground before their bodies did, rolling like oversized marbles.

    The group stepped back as they got a better look at the creatures.

    They were mermanoid in nature¡ªtwisted hybrids of fish and man, their scales bristling with unnatural sheen, eyes glowing with malice. Long fins curled down their arms like grotesque blades, and gills flared with each rasping breath.

 Chapter 271 271: Typhoon Sea Rift

    They were mermanoid in nature¡ªtwisted hybrids of fish and man, their scales bristling with unnatural sheen, eyes glowing with malice. Long fins curled down their arms like grotesque blades, and gills flared with each rasping breath.

    "Sea-type Rift," Leon confirmed calmly as he landed, blade dripping with blueish blood that steamed on contact with the grass. "I''m guessing underwater zones, heavy aquatic magic, maybe corrupted sea beasts."

    Roselia narrowed her eyes. "Great. I just did my hair."

    Millim laughed. "This will be fun! Blood Knights, get ready¡ªdon''t hold back this time!"

    Naval pulled his halberd off his back with a sharp click. "Well, time to test my lightning resistance gear."

    Liliana, ever quiet but watchful, murmured, "I sense something deeper inside. Those fish freaks were scouts."

    Roman scratched the back of his neck. "Did we have to wake up to sea monsters?"

    Leon sheathed his sword slowly. "This Rift is waking up before we even enter. That means something inside it is already trying to escape."

    The Rift pulsed again, wider this time¡ªits blue glow turning black at the edges.

    "Whatever it is," Leon said, eyes glowing faintly gold, "we go in together. No splitting up."

    Then, without another word, they all dove into the now-stable entrance of the Rift¡ªready to face the abyssal depths below.

    As they plunged into the Mind Typhoon Sea Rift, the world twisted around them¡ªgravity warped, light bent strangely, and sound became a muffled hum, like the ocean itself was thinking.

    When they landed, it wasn''t on solid ground but on a strange floating reef made of coral and crystalline platforms, suspended in an endless, glowing sea.

    All around them, the Rift was alive with motion¡ªmassive whirlpools churned in the distance, and deep in the azure-blue depths, colossal shapes shifted and swam just out of view. A low-frequency pulse throbbed through the water, not just pressing on their bodies but on their minds.

    [You have entered: Mind Typhoon Sea Rift]

    A Rift created from the collapse of a deep-sea eldritch realm and a failed mind-spell ritual by an ancient civilization. The water here bends both thought and magic.

    Survival rate: 2%

    Recommended Party: None (Abandon hope)

    Roselia instinctively summoned a shield of air around herself. "This pressure... it''s not just water. It''s mental¡ªlike something''s whispering directly into my thoughts."

    Liliana clutched her head. "It''s not whispers. It''s commands... trying to tell us to drown."

    Aqua''s pupils narrowed. "Papa... it''s calling to me. Something ancient."

    Leon''s eyes flickered golden again as he read the Rift''s hidden traits.

    Mind-Twisting Current (Passive): Anyone not resisting mental influence will begin to lose clarity, falling into a trance-like state.

    Ancient Sea Sovereign Detected: A corrupted sea god slumbers in the Abyss Core.

    Sub-Zone: Forgotten Coral Labyrinth. Entry Level: Tier II Peak recommended.

    Naval cursed. "I hate underwater dungeons!"

    But to their surprise, they weren''t sinking.

    A strange system of floating "islands" and warped coral bridges formed a patchwork network of walkways suspended above the deeper ocean layers. Between the cracks shimmered vast, mind-bending depths.

    Then, above them, the Rift sealed with a hiss. They were locked in.

    "Monsters are coming," Millim said, her Blood Knights stepping forward as red energy shimmered around them. "And I mean a lot."

    From the swirling misty sea ahead, the first wave surged forth¡ªSirens riding monstrous sea dragons, their songs already invading their minds.

    And behind them, faintly visible in the far depth of the Rift, something opened an eye.

    It had been asleep for centuries.

    But now, the Sovereign of the Abyssal Mind was waking.

    Leon''s expression hardened as the air around him trembled. The moment that ancient eye opened, something shifted. The pressure intensified¡ªnot physically, but spiritually, like the weight of a thousand thoughts pressed directly on the soul.

    [You are now under the gaze of the Sovereign of the Abyssal Mind.]

    Mental resistance required: Tier IV minimum.

    Your thoughts may no longer be your own.

    Roselia staggered for a moment, her eyes briefly clouded before she hissed and summoned a vortex of purified flame, burning the psychic influence away.

    "Whatever that thing is," she growled, "it tried to crawl into my head. Never again."

    "Woah-ho... that''s a Tier VI pressure," Leon whistled slowly, lips curling into a half-grin. Though he was only Tier V, his overall power¡ªthanks to his EX-Rating, combat experience, and boosted stats¡ªallowed him to fight evenly with even Tier VI peak-level beings. The pressure washing over them now? He felt it. But only faintly¡ªlike wind brushing against a mountain.

    His companions, however, were not so fortunate.

    Roselia grimaced, eyes narrowing as she struggled to keep her mental defenses in place. Naval had instinctively dropped into a battle stance, and even Millim, confident as ever, had her fangs bared in tension. Liliana''s hands were glowing faintly with runes, trying to stabilize her mind, while Roman was locked in place, resisting with sheer will.

    Leon didn''t hesitate.

    Leon lifted a hand, golden light from his Miracle Sage Eyes shining bright as he activated the Mind Sanctuary, one of its most advanced abilities. A golden ring expanded outward, shielding his entire party.

    [Miracle Sage Eyes - Mind Sanctuary Activated]

    Allies within the sanctuary are immune to external mental influence. Duration: 10 minutes.

    A radiant dome expanded from Leon, golden light bursting outward like a tidal wave. The moment it touched his allies, the pressure eased. Their breaths returned, eyes cleared, and postures steadied.

    "You good now?" he asked casually.

    "Y-Yeah," Roselia muttered, brushing sweat from her temple. "That was getting inside my head. Like... rewriting my thoughts."

    "Whatever that thing is," Naval added, "it ain''t just about brute force. It plays mental chess while we''re still figuring out the rules."

    Leon nodded. "It''s why I keep this eye active."

    Aqua let out a small sigh of relief, clutching his sleeve tighter. "Thanks, Papa... that thing really doesn''t like us."

    The sirens shrieked as they dove forward¡ªfive of them, each riding sea-dragon hybrids with barbed fins, glowing runes etched into their gills, and eyes that shimmered like shattered mirrors.

 Chapter 272: Typhoon Sea Rift II

    Leon drew his blade again¡ªHeartpiercer, the soul-bound weapon humming with anticipation. As the first siren dove in, her song twisting into a tangible lance of madness, he dashed forward with a single step, the coral beneath his boots exploding from the force.

    A shockwave of water and golden light erupted as his sword cleaved through the song itself, severing the psychic melody before it could reach the others. His blade then met the dragon''s snout¡ªdivine steel meeting abyssal scale.

    The clash sent ripples through the water, the dragon screeching in fury as it twisted away, only to be met by Roselia, who launched a flaming spear at its exposed flank. The flames didn''t burn the water¡ªthey boiled it, creating a vacuum tunnel that rocketed the spear directly into the creature''s side, exploding on contact.

    "One down," she muttered.

    Millim, eyes blazing with red energy, leapt from her platform, her Blood Knights flanking her mid-air like crimson comets. With a flick of her hand, her twin axes appeared¡ªetched with ancient blood runes, forged in war.

    She met two sirens head-on in a brutal dance of steel and scream. The water twisted with every swing of her blades, painting trails of red and black.

    Naval took the high ground¡ªliterally¡ªjumping to a crystalline coral arch that arched over the battlefield. With a surge of lightning magic, he hurled his halberd downward, embedding it in the back of a sea-dragon with a concussive boom that cracked its spine. Electricity rippled outward, chaining to the nearby siren and shocking her song into silence.

    "Three left!" Roman called out, finally recovering from the earlier mental strike. He planted both feet, drew his twin sabers, and launched into the fray¡ªhis fighting style a hybrid of speed and momentum. He slid under a dragon''s bite, cut through a siren''s leg, and vanished into a blur before reappearing mid-spin above another.

    Liliana stood still amid the chaos, focusing. Her staff was planted into the reef beneath her, glowing sea-green runes spiraling up her arms. "Seal: Memory Chain Bind!"

    Runes exploded from the tip of her staff like a net of luminous vines, targeting one of the remaining sirens. The siren shrieked, struggling as the runes wrapped around her body and mind, locking her in a stasis of repeating thoughts.

    It screamed and thrashed, but couldn''t escape the loop.

    Leon moved toward it, eyes narrowed. "No mercy."

    A single thrust through the heart¡ªanother enemy down.

    Then¡ªthe Rift shook again.

    Deep below, the eye reopened fully. A wave of thoughts¡ªnot words¡ªslammed into them all.

    A memory not their own.

    A throne beneath the waves.

    A sea god betrayed by its worshippers.

    A mind shattered, not by time, but by grief.

    A promise to drown the world above.

    Leon staggered, barely holding his footing. "That wasn''t just a vision... it was a piece of its soul."

    Millim landed beside him, blood-splattered and grinning. "That all you got, big guy?"

    But Leon wasn''t smiling anymore. "No. That was just the greeting."

    The glowing waters far below began to spiral, revealing a chasm¡ªa spiral trench leading to the Abyss Core.

    And from its depths, something began to rise.

    A massive, crusted crown formed from coral and bone.

    Eyes¡ªtoo many eyes¡ªglimmered along the sides of a titanic, serpentine being.

    The Sovereign of the Abyssal Mind had awakened.

    And it was coming.

    "Everyone¡ªformation Delta!" Leon barked. "We hold this reef and prepare for hell!"

    From above, the Rift sky began to crack¡ªtwilight bleeding into deep-space blue.

    This was no longer a dungeon.

    It was a war of wills.

    And only those with minds of steel would survive.

    The reef became a battlefield suspended between two realities¡ªthought and matter, sea and sky. The Mind Typhoon Sea Rift was alive, and it was no longer testing them¡ªit was consuming them.

    The Reef trembled violently as the Sovereign of the Abyssal Mind rose, its endless coils splitting the depths with mind-bending majesty. Its body was an impossible amalgamation of deep-sea leviathan, ancient sea god, and something wrong¡ªa being that had stared into the abyss and devoured it. Reality warped in waves around it; the water trembled like glass on the verge of shattering.

    [Abyssal Sovereign: HP¡ª???]

    Status: Mind Unchained. Will Projection: Tier VI+.

    Traits: Immune to Fear. Immune to Mental Damage. Immune to Control. Passive Madness Field: Active.

    Leon steadied his stance atop the glowing coral platform, sword humming in harmony with his aura. "It''s coming in full," he muttered. "Everyone, anchor your minds. No doubts. No fear. We fight together."

    "Delta formation¡ªengage!" Roselia barked. "Blood Knights, shield wall!"

    Millim''s knights slammed their polearms into the coral and formed a semicircle, their blood auras forming a crimson dome that shimmered against the growing psychic storm. Millim, fangs bared and eyes glowing, stood at the front¡ªarms outstretched, crimson energy twisting around her like a vortex.

    Naval raised his halberd high and slammed it down, calling lightning to weave a conductive aura over the group. "Resistance grid active! Liliana, run mental reinforcement spells!"

    "Already on it," Liliana whispered, her runes flaring brighter. "Cognition Stabilizer¡ªChain-Link Harmony!"

    White and turquoise energy spread from her staff, enveloping the party in synchronized mana waves, each pulse reinforcing their mental resilience. The whispers¡ªso sweet, so dangerous¡ªdulled to white noise.

    Then the Sovereign struck.

    From the darkness below, its tendrils shot upward¡ªeach one the size of a tree trunk, encrusted with cursed coral and pulsing with eldritch runes. They slammed into the reef, detonating coral platforms and hurling chunks of terrain into the void.

    Leon blurred forward, slicing a tendril in half, golden light trailing from his blade like a comet. The severed flesh writhed, screamed, and regrew instantly.

    "Regeneration rate: absurd," he growled. "Target the thought-nodes¡ªthose glowing clusters behind the eyes!"

    "Way ahead of you!" Millim yelled, vaulting onto a tendril with a savage grin. Her axes struck in tandem¡ªfirst disrupting the sovereign''s outer flesh, then the core beneath. Blood sprayed like black ink, and the creature shrieked¡ªnot in pain, but defiance.

    Sirens returned in force, this time with heavier units¡ªMind-Reavers riding abyssal mantas, each one armed with psychic glaives.

 Chapter 273: Typhoon Sea Rift III

    Roselia hurled a firestorm into their path, the flames reshaping into the form of a winged phoenix that incinerated several before dispersing into sparks. Roman moved between the gaps, blades flashing like mirrored lightning, fending off two Reavers at once while taunting a third.

    Suddenly, a roar louder than thought itself.

    The Sovereign''s massive eye turned directly toward Leon. Every rune across the reef pulsed, and then¡ª

    [Abyssal Sovereign has initiated: Mental Invasion Field]

    Individual Targets: All. Defense Roll: Tier IV required.

    Time seemed to stop.

    They found themselves floating in a void¡ªnot the ocean, but mindspace.

    Dark water suspended them like thoughts in a dreaming god''s mind. Each party member was isolated. The Sovereign''s voice, neither male nor female, echoed like a lullaby whispered by a thousand drowned souls.

    "Let go. Drown with me. You were never meant to resist."

    Leon clenched his fist. "No."

    Golden light exploded from his Miracle Sage Eyes, fracturing the illusion.

    [Mental Invasion Resisted: Mind Sanctuary Reinforced ¨C Time Compression: Cancelled.]

    The others snapped back to awareness¡ªshaken but conscious. The Blood Knights stood strong, though one had collapsed, foam bubbling at his mouth.

    Leon''s fury ignited. "You don''t get to claim my mind."

    With a cry, he launched forward like a golden spear, piercing through the water, crossing space as if it were light. His sword shattered one of the Sovereign''s node-eyes, releasing a psychic shockwave that hurled even sirens off their dragons.

    Naval channeled a full surge of lightning into the creature''s side, forcing its body to convulse and slow its regeneration. "NOW!"

    Liliana cried, "Seal Binding: Neural Disjunction!"

    A glowing chain formed from her runes and lashed onto the Sovereign''s fractured crown. It didn''t hold it¡ªit held its mind, momentarily severing its self-awareness.

    Aqua, tears forming, raised her hands and cried out¡ªnot a spell, but a song.

    A song of resistance. Of clarity. Of hope.

    And the Sovereign screamed.

    "Let''s end this!" Millim roared, launching into a berserk spin, tearing through two more tendrils.

    Leon channeled all his remaining divine light into one final strike¡ªhis blade now radiant, imbued with every ounce of will, pain, and hope they carried.

    He dashed up the Sovereign''s rising body, past burning runes and screaming mouths, past broken psionic glyphs¡ªand drove the blade into the creature''s final mind-core.

    A blinding pulse. Silence. Then¡ª

    The Sovereign''s massive body convulsed once, then again¡ªand then collapsed.

    The pressure in the Rift lifted. The thoughts, the whispers, the fear¡ªit all drained into silence.

    [Mind Typhoon Sea Rift Cleared.]

    Reward: ??? | Special Drop: Crown of the Forgotten Sovereign (Mythic)

    Achievement Unlocked: Mindbreaker''s Triumph

    New Title: Willwalker

    The Reef began to dissolve slowly, the sub-realm collapsing.

    Leon turned to his team. "Everyone still breathing?"

    Millim grinned wide, blood on her cheek. "Hell yeah."

    Naval slumped down, panting. "I''m gonna sleep for a week."

    Roselia just muttered, "We''re never doing another sea-type Rift."

    Aqua was still clinging to Leon''s arm, her voice quiet. "Papa... we won."

    Leon smiled faintly. "Yeah. We did."

    As the team stood on the dissipating coral ridge, the world began to shift unnaturally again¡ªnot like the collapse of a defeated domain, but like something awakening beneath the surface.

    The ocean''s colors faded from vibrant cerulean to ghostly violet. A low, resonating hum began to pulse through the water¡ªa deep, ancient note that vibrated in the bones, as if something colossal was turning its attention toward them.

    Suddenly¡ª

    CRACK!

    The reef beneath them shattered, sending shards of glowing coral in all directions. Leon caught Aqua just before they fell. The team tumbled through the water until gravity¡ªor something like it¡ªrealigned, dropping them gently onto a new surface: a wide, obsidian disc floating in a void of suspended currents and blinking stars.

    Hovering at the disc''s center was a glowing crystal obelisk, ancient and humming with broken runes.

    Then it spoke.

    "One has fallen. Four remain. The FIVE ABYSSAL PILLARS must be broken for the Rift Gate to close."

    "Your actions have echoed across realms. The others awaken."

    The obelisk cracked¡ªand from the abyss beyond it, four lights flared.

    Four directions. Four enemies. Four impossible forces.

    To the East, the currents ignited in flame. Lava mixed with seawater, forming a deadly sphere of boiling death. From within it rose a Molten Leviathan, made of magma and obsidian, trailing steam like smoke. Its multiple heads hissed, and each roar boiled the sea.

    Name: Infernal Maw of the Deep Volcano.

    Domain: Volcanic Mind-Fury.

    Element: Fire + Pressure.

    Status: Awakened.

    To the North, frost coated the water itself in thick ice walls. From behind them emerged a Glacial Harbinger, a massive armored jellyfish fused with clockwork and crystal. Its body shimmered with temporal magic, freezing time around its tendrils.

    Name: Chrono-Drift Queen.

    Domain: Ice and Time.

    Element: Frost + Chronomancy.

    Status: Stirring.

    To the West, the ocean darkened¡ªno light, no movement. Then, thousands of black feathers rose, spiraling like a cyclone. In the center hovered a winged humanoid made of voidglass and bone, with a single glowing eye.

    Name: Whispering Mourner.

    Domain: Forgotten Echoes.

    Element: Darkness + Mind.

    Status: Fully Awakened.

    To the South, a storm erupted with divine fury. The sky broke into five layers, and a colossal sea dragon of light burst forth¡ªeach scale a mirror of a different timeline, showing futures and fates.

    Name: Aeon Seraph of the Depths.

    Domain: Divine Paradox.

    Element: Light + Destiny.

    Status: Dormant (Stirring).

    Roselia stepped back, face pale. "So the Mind Sovereign was just... the first? A guardian?"

    Liliana''s hands trembled as she read the runes in the shattered obelisk. "Each of these bosses represents a different Law that binds this sea. Until we defeat all five, the Abyssal Gate to the Outer World remains open¡ªand whatever''s on the other side is trying to come through."

    Naval cursed, pointing toward the south. "We need a plan, fast. If even one of those things reaches full power, we''re done."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "We divide and conquer. But not by splitting up¡ªwe bait them. Draw them here, one by one."

    Millim''s grin returned, savage and ready. "I like it. Bring ''em in one at a time and break ''em down."

 Chapter 274: Typhoon Sea Rift IV

    The air around the reef disc thickened as the temperature surged unnaturally, steam hissing from cracks that hadn''t been there moments ago. The sea itself turned from deep blue to a reddish glow, like blood diluted in boiling water.

    From the east, the Infernal Maw emerged in full.

    Its body was an armor-plated leviathan, serpentine and brutal. Magma bled from its segmented scales like sweat, and four molten heads twisted in different directions¡ªeach screaming with jet bursts of volcanic flame. As it swam, coral instantly turned to ash. Stone hissed, bubbled, and melted. The sheer heat from its presence distorted the very shape of the water.

    [BOSS APPROACHING: INFERNAL MAW OF THE DEEP VOLCANO]

    Attributes: Massive HP Pool | Magma Surge Attacks | Volcanic Pressure Field | Head Regeneration (Limited)

    Battle Terrain: Molten Reef ¨C Heat Level Increasing Per Turn

    "Positions!" Leon snapped. "No hesitation¡ªhit it hard, hit it fast. Break those heads!"

    Millim and her Blood Knights surged forward without waiting. Red energy flared from her gauntlets as she launched across a coral path and slammed into one of the Infernal Maw''s heads, cracking its obsidian plating with a thunderous impact.

    Naval stood at the center, halberd extended, charging up an electrical field. "Channeling storm layer! Roselia¡ªup!"

    Roselia leapt off a floating shard of coral and spun, flames exploding outward from her boots as she flew into the sky. A second later, she hurled down a compressed sphere of solar fire, detonating against the Maw''s midsection.

    BOOM!

    Magma burst out, steam clouds shielding the monster for a brief moment¡ªbut then the Maw retaliated.

    [Magma Pulse: Sector Sweep]

    All four heads roared simultaneously, belching molten jets in sweeping arcs. The reef platforms were instantly annihilated¡ªmelted into glowing slag. The team scattered.

    "Too close¡ªtoo much heat!" Roman shouted, barely dodging a blast. One of the Blood Knights was caught midair¡ªhis armor instantly melting, screams cut short.

    Liliana clenched her jaw. "Environmental hazard too high! We need a stable footing!"

    Leon''s eyes flared with golden light. He stabbed his sword into the disc''s surface. "Anchor Zone¡ªStabilize Terrain!"

    The floating platform shifted as golden circuits spread outward like veins, reconstructing a section of the battlefield with reinforced mana-coral. Temporary relief¡ªbut it would only hold for three minutes.

    "Focus fire!" he yelled.

    Aqua suddenly stepped forward, her aura rippling in unstable pulses.

    "No holding back," she whispered, eyes glowing with ocean-blue intensity.

    She raised both hands. Dozens of glyphs spun to life around her, forming an underwater sigil array. Then¡ª

    [Deep Current Bind ¨C Leviathan''s Grasp]

    Water around one of the Maw''s heads condensed into sharp, ice-thread tendrils. They snapped forward, impaling the joint between plates and locking it in place. The head jerked back, its flames cut off.

    "Now!" she screamed.

    Naval launched his halberd like a bolt, charged with pure voltage. It speared into the bound head¡ªand exploded.

    [One Head Destroyed ¨C Regeneration Timer: 30 seconds]

    Black magma gushed from the wound, and the creature roared in fury. Its remaining three heads shifted tactics.

    [Lava Vortex ¨C Targeted Burn]

    The Infernal Maw coiled around itself, spinning into a cyclone of burning water and molten jets. Everything within range was pulled toward it like a whirlpool of fire.

    Liliana summoned a barrier, but it cracked immediately.

    Roman, gritting his teeth, ran into the vortex. "Cover me!"

    His blades shimmered silver-blue as he danced through the chaos, slicing vents in the current. With every slash, pressure broke just enough to let his allies reposition.

    Leon joined him, his sword now covered in a thin sheet of water magic that refused to evaporate. He sliced low, opening the underbelly plating of the second head.

    "Millim¡ªbring it down!"

    With a scream, Millim hurled her axe into the open wound, jumped after it, and drove it in deeper, using her entire body weight.

    [Second Head Destroyed ¨C Regeneration Timer: 45 seconds]

    But the beast wasn''t done.

    From its open wound, a core shard pulsed¡ªoverloading with volcanic energy.

    "Back! It''s going critical!" Leon shouted.

    The shard detonated, sending a shockwave through the water that knocked them back. Coral shattered. The reinforced terrain flickered under the strain.

    Millim crashed next to Roselia, coughing blood but still grinning. "Fun one."

    Roselia rolled her eyes. "This is why I hate fire-types."

    Aqua stepped up again, her expression blank. "Third bind. This one''s stronger."

    She triggered her final reserve spell¡ª[Current Break: Deep Pressure Cage]¡ªand the sea around the Maw froze for half a second. A crushing sphere of high-density water wrapped around its third head, compressing it from all sides.

    Leon and Roman didn''t wait.

    They dove, swords flashing in mirrored arcs, slicing down through the heated armor.

    [Third Head Destroyed ¨C Regeneration Timer: 60 seconds]

    The Maw screeched¡ªa terrible, multi-tonal roar that sent ripples through the ocean layers. Its remaining head pulled back, and its magma surged inward.

    Liliana''s eyes widened. "It''s channeling a core burst¡ªit''s going to self-detonate!"

    "Let it," Leon said, eyes glowing again. "I''ll redirect it."

    The others pulled back. Leon stood alone.

    The moment the Maw''s core exploded outward in an apocalyptic wave of lava¡ª

    [Miracle Sage Eyes ¨C Event Horizon Shift]

    He sliced the surge mid-air, bending the explosion''s trajectory around him in a golden spiral.

    The molten energy folded back on the Maw''s own body¡ª

    ¡ªand it incinerated itself from the inside out.

    [Infernal Maw Defeated.]

    Core Stabilized.

    Second Abyssal Pillar Broken.

    The battlefield dimmed, and the molten reef cooled. The team stood, breathing hard.

    Only two Blood Knights remained. Millim didn''t even look at the casualties¡ªjust wiped blood from her lips.

    "That''s two."

    Roselia groaned. "And we''re down half the team. This is going to be a nightmare."

    Leon sheathed his blade slowly. "Then we rest. Fortify. We pick our next fight on our terms."

    Liliana stepped toward the next glowing direction¡ªicy light, flickering far to the north.

    "The Chrono-Drift Queen is already moving."

    After the molten battlefield cooled into glassy obsidian beneath their feet, the team took no more than five minutes to recover. Aqua tended to Roman''s cracked ribs with cold-pressed water magic. Millim sat in a crouch, sharpening her blood-crusted gauntlets with a jagged coral knife. Roselia conjured a flickering heat orb for the team to counteract the chill that had already started drifting in from the north.

    Liliana stared ahead. The currents had stopped moving.

    "Something''s wrong," she murmured.

 Chapter 275: Typhoon Sea Rift V

    The horizon wasn''t just getting cold¡ªit was freezing in place. The water itself was turning translucent, refracting light in strange, broken patterns. Bubbles froze mid-rise. Coral stopped swaying. A lone fish, caught in the shimmer of a rippling current, hovered¡ªimmobile¡ªits body perfectly preserved as if time itself had abandoned it.

    And then the queen arrived.

    From the depths, the Chrono-Drift Queen emerged¡ªnot in a sudden burst like the Maw, but slowly, inevitably, like the ticking of a clock you couldn''t stop.

    She wasn''t massive like the previous boss, but what she lacked in size she made up for in presence. Her body resembled a bio-mechanical jellyfish: translucent bell top studded with slowly rotating gear-like segments, and beneath it, dozens of long tendrils moved with eerie precision, dragging chunks of ancient ruins with her¡ªfrozen scenes locked in time.

    Inside her crystal core, the reflection of the battlefield twisted out of sync.

    [BOSS APPROACHING: CHRONO-DRIFT QUEEN]

    Attributes: Temporal Distortion | Frozen Zones | Time Delay Attacks | Memory Loop Traps

    Battlefield Modifier: Flow of Time Broken ¨C All actions experience random delay or acceleration.

    Leon cursed under his breath. "Everyone stay synced. This one messes with perception."

    "Yeah, no kidding." Naval''s voice warped mid-sentence¡ªhis mouth moving a second before the sound reached them.

    Roselia immediately began setting up a Rhythmic Flame Node, anchoring her spells to a repeating pulse. Liliana flicked her fingers in tight circles, her memory magic rotating like a clock face.

    "Split formation," Leon said. "We stay mobile¡ªdon''t let her lock a time zone around any one of us."

    The Queen moved.

    Without warning, three of her tendrils snapped outward¡ªand everything around them slowed. Millim''s leap became sluggish, like she was moving through syrup. Roselia''s firebolt stopped mid-air and hung, frozen. Even sound dampened.

    Then, all at once¡ªacceleration.

    The bolt exploded. Millim reappeared behind the Queen with a massive punch already halfway in motion. The Queen, anticipating the skip, phased two seconds into the past, her form flickering out of Millim''s strike radius.

    Liliana cursed. "She''s looping micro-movements! You can''t hit her conventionally!"

    "Then we change the rules," Leon said.

    He activated the Time-Lock Protocol on his Miracle Sage Eyes¡ªa function he''d only used once before.

    [Mind-Sync: Crosslink Mode Engaged]

    Effect: Leon temporarily synchronizes time perception between all allies.

    Duration: 90 seconds. Cooldown: Long.

    A golden flash lit up the battlefield. Everyone snapped into alignment. Sound, motion, magic¡ªall re-synced.

    "That''s better," Naval grinned, spinning his halberd. "Let''s crack the clockwork queen."

    The battle kicked into full speed.

    Aqua surged forward, cloaked in fast-cycling hydro armor, using bursts of displaced water to throw off the Queen''s temporal sensors. She kept weaving between tendrils, hurling ripwave spears into her exposed gear segments.

    Roman and Millim double-teamed a tendril cluster¡ªone breaking the Queen''s defensive tempo with constant pressure, the other using raw strength to hammer through when a pause occurred.

    Roselia set fire to frozen time itself¡ªher enchanted flame turning ice moments into shattered shards, fracturing the Queen''s traps before they could fully form.

    Liliana countered Memory Loop Traps with a rune-based feedback loop, locking down parts of the Queen''s rotating segments so they couldn''t reset.

    Leon, meanwhile, waited.

    Watched.

    Measured.

    Then¡ªa flaw.

    The Queen paused, if only for a heartbeat. One of her internal gears clicked wrong.

    Leon moved.

    He blurred forward, sword slashing through the air¡ªand through her core housing.

    [Critical Hit ¨C Core Breach]

    The Queen screeched¡ªa high, reverberating wail that sounded like dozens of ticking clocks breaking at once. She began skipping erratically through time, her form glitching in and out of moments¡ªpresent, past, future¡ªat once.

    Aqua''s eyes widened. "She''s destabilizing¡ªshe''s collapsing into a time singularity!"

    Leon didn''t hesitate.

    "Finish it!"

    Everyone unleashed everything they had.

    Roselia summoned a condensed supernova of flame. Naval dropped a full lightning field and speared it into her flickering frame. Roman threw both swords at full strength. Millim punched time itself, cracking the rift space around the Queen.

    Liliana''s voice rose in a chant¡ªbinding time itself in an ending sequence:

    "Close this loop. Break the reel. No more rewinds."

    The Queen''s frame twisted once more¡ªthen shattered.

    [Chrono-Drift Queen Defeated.]

    Third Abyssal Pillar Broken.

    The ocean around them resumed normal motion. Bubbles rose. Light returned. The reef beneath them solidified. Silence.

    Then:

    "Two more remain."

    Leon wiped blood from the side of his face and nodded.

    "We''re over the halfway mark. No stopping now."

    Liliana looked to the west, where the shadows thickened unnaturally.

    "The next one... is already watching."

    From that direction, feathers of shadow began to drift toward them¡ªeach one silent as a falling thought.

    The sea darkened.

    Not in color¡ªin sound.

    The silence that followed the Queen''s destruction wasn''t peaceful. It was unnatural. Even the ocean seemed to fear what came next. No currents. No fish. No flickers of distant life. Only drifting black feathers, each one trailing faint trails of forgotten memories.

    Millim tilted her head, frowning. "Why''s it so quiet? It''s like the water''s holding its breath."

    Roselia whispered, "It''s not water anymore."

    A ripple passed through the reef beneath them, and the world seemed to sigh.

    [BOSS ZONE ENTERED: DOMAIN OF THE WHISPERING MOURNER]

    Sub-Zone: Forgotten Reflection Caverns

    Effects Applied: Reality Distortion | Personal Echoes | Emotional Bleedthrough

    A platform rose from beneath¡ªa long, half-sunken cathedral of coral and glass mirrors, shaped like wings folded in mourning. Black coral pillars arched like bones. Floating above it all, suspended upside-down by invisible strands of psychic current, was the fourth boss.

    The Whispering Mourner.

    Her form resembled a drowned angel¡ªhumanoid in shape, wrapped in layered seaweed-threads and shattered scales, with wings made from strands of living shadow. Her face was veiled by mirrored glass that reflected each of them back, but broken¡ªtwisted versions of themselves, corrupted and wrong.

    She didn''t roar.

    She whispered.

    And her voice echoed not in their ears, but inside their minds¡ªeach word personalized, dredged from the deep archives of their fears.

    Roselia''s flame flickered uncertainly.

    Aqua''s breath caught, her body trembling.

    Millim blinked rapidly, fists clenching.

    "Don''t listen," Leon snapped, activating the Mind Sanctuary again¡ªbut the dome flickered.

    "Sanctuary won''t hold long," Liliana murmured, her own reflection in the Mourner''s mask whispering something silently. "She''s not trying to overpower us¡ªshe''s unraveling us from inside."

 Chapter 276: Typhoon Sea Rift VI

    "Sanctuary won''t hold long," Liliana murmured, her own reflection in the Mourner''s mask whispering something silently. "She''s not trying to overpower us¡ªshe''s unraveling us from inside."

    Suddenly, the battlefield fragmented.

    Everyone was pulled apart, yanked into separate illusions¡ªeach submerged into their personal echo chamber.

    Split-Phase Battle Initiated.

    [Boss Skill: Drowning Mirror Labyrinth]

    Traps targets in internalized reflections. Combat occurs mentally and emotionally as well as physically. Escape requires defeating your own echo and locating the real Mourner''s anchor.

    Leon''s Trial

    He faced a version of himself bathed in gold and blood, arrogant and godlike, preaching to broken allies who knelt in chains.

    "You think you lead them. But you drive them. They bleed for your calm lies."

    Leon didn''t speak. He just raised his blade¡ªand cut through the reflection''s throat.

    "This isn''t leadership," he muttered. "It''s war."

    Roselia''s Trial

    Her echo showed her alone¡ªflames raging, but no one left alive around her. "You protect nothing. You burn everything."

    Roselia hissed, unleashed a solar burst, and drowned the illusion in purifying light.

    "I choose who I burn for."

    Aqua''s Trial

    A chorus of voices: "You''re not real. A fragment. A failed spell. You don''t even bleed right."

    She trembled, then screamed, unleashing a tidal surge that flooded the mirrored prison.

    "Even fragments can fight."

    Naval, Roman, Millim, Liliana¡ªeach faced their own echoes. Each bled. Each survived.

    The illusions cracked.

    Back on the main field, the Mourner let out a soundless scream¡ªher veils splitting, exposing a second face beneath the first: faceless, eyeless, but watching everything.

    [Mourner''s Anchor Exposed]

    Leon blinked through the haze. "Now. All at once!"

    They struck in tandem.

    Liliana bound her with reversed runes of remembrance.

    Roselia ignited her with soulfire.

    Aqua froze the shadows that tried to escape.

    Naval chained her wings to the reef with magnetized lightning.

    Roman and Millim tackled her with physical might¡ªone sword through her chest, the other through her back.

    Leon leapt last, driving his blade into the anchor¡ªa swirling mass of grief and memory that pulsed like a heart.

    The Mourner shuddered violently.

    Then... fractured like a broken pane of black glass.

    [Whispering Mourner Defeated]

    Fourth Abyssal Pillar Broken.

    Mental Effects Lifted.

    Team Reunified.

    They stood again on the reef.

    Breathing hard.

    Silent.

    Millim was first to speak. "So... that was creepy."

    Leon nodded. "Yeah."

    Roselia flicked her fingers. "One left."

    Liliana, eyes distant, looked east.

    "Final Rift signature is rising. The last one... it''s big."

    From the eastern edge of the ocean trench, a rumble began¡ªslow, tectonic. Coral formations snapped like twigs. Bubbles rose like volcanoes ready to erupt.

    Something ancient was climbing toward the surface.

    A horn sounded¡ªlow, deep, the kind of sound you felt in your bones.

    Leon spun his sword once, cracked his neck, and looked at his team, as the final boss came towards them.

    "One more dive."

    Then the reef gave way.

    And they fell¡ªinto darkness.

    The fall slowed.

    Not because the descent into the Rift ended¡ªbut because reality itself began warping around them.

    Colors inverted. Currents reversed. The notion of "up" or "down" lost all meaning as the party plunged deeper through shimmering layers of unreality. The water grew clearer, brighter¡ªalmost heavenly¡ªand then...

    It shattered like glass.

    They landed not on coral, not on sea stone, but a radiant platform of prismatic light suspended in a hollow space surrounded by swirling oceans. Above, the storm churned in layers¡ªfive levels deep, each one a different sky.

    From the eye of that storm descended the final boss.

    [Final Boss: Aeon Seraph of the Depths]

    Domain: Divine Paradox

    Type: Light + Destiny Construct

    Status: Dormant (Stirring)

    Zone: The Paradox Heart

    The Aeon Seraph''s arrival was not explosive¡ªit was reverent. Graceful. Terrifying in its elegance.

    Its massive serpentine body flowed in slow spirals, larger than mountains, yet weightless. Each of its countless shimmering scales reflected not just light, but entire futures. Visions flickered across them¡ªglimpses of victory, death, betrayal, peace, rebirth. The possibilities danced in silence.

    Its eyes¡ªfive in total, each situated on a different head crest¡ªremained shut.

    For now.

    Liliana''s breath caught. "Those aren''t just timelines... they''re decisions. Every choice we''ve made. Every one we haven''t."

    Roselia steadied herself, shielding her mind. "I hate prophecies."

    Naval tightened his grip. "We''re not fighting the future. We''re ending a threat."

    Millim cracked her knuckles, red energy flaring around her. "Let''s kill godlight already."

    Leon said nothing.

    The Seraph''s body stirred¡ªand the battlefield split into five segments, each one reflecting a different fragment of destiny.

    [Battlefield: The Five Paradox Zones]

    Zone of Victory Unrealized ¨C Where they win, but become what they fight.

    Zone of Endless War ¨C Where the Rift never ends.

    Zone of Lost Companions ¨C Where each is alone.

    Zone of False Peace ¨C Where illusion masks oblivion.

    Zone of Absolute Stasis ¨C Where time and motion cease.

    As the Seraph fully stirred, one eye opened¡ªcasting radiant light like a god''s accusation.

    [Phase One: Echoes of Fate]

    Each player fights their paradoxical self¡ªwhat they might have become, what they might yet be.

    Leon vs. The Tyrant Sage

    A version of himself who sacrificed the world for knowledge and peace¡ªcalculating, cold, remorseless.

    Roselia vs. The Flame Queen

    A scorched goddess surrounded by ash, who burns emotion to fuel power.

    Aqua vs. The Perfect Construct

    Emotionless, flawless, artificial¡ªeverything she was meant to be.

    Naval vs. The Lightning God-Knight

    A zealot forged by pain, who sees only strength and obedience.

    Roman vs. The Hero Who Betrayed

    Smiling, charismatic, victorious¡ªbut responsible for three allies'' deaths by choice.

    Millim vs. The Crimson Butcher

    A blood-drunk killer who never found a team to ground her.

    Liliana vs. The Mind-Eater

    A cold manipulator of memory who bends fate like threads, without mercy or regret.

    Each duel was brutal, fast, deeply personal¡ªemotions clashed harder than blades.

    Aqua shattered the Construct with a scream of raw defiance.

    Millim hugged her other self mid-fight¡ªthen snapped her neck.

    Leon defeated the Tyrant not with strength, but with silence.

    Liliana whispered to hers, "I know what you saw." And erased her.

    Roman let his other self land a killing blow¡ªthen turned it.

    Roselia out-burned the Flame Queen.

    Naval knocked his into lightning¡ªthen struck it again until it stopped twitching.

    When the final paradox fell, the Seraph opened all five eyes.

    The storm collapsed.

    Reality trembled.

    [Phase Two: Aeon Ascension ¨C The Trial of Fixed Fate]

    The dragon coiled downward, wings unfurling¡ªeach one vast enough to block the ocean light above.

    Now, it would fight.

    And it spoke, for the first and last time¡ªits voice a choir of futures.

    "You chose. Now show me why."

    Leon raised his sword.

    "Let''s finish this."

 Chapter 277: Typhoon Sea Rift VII

    The Aeon Seraph of the Depths uncoiled¡ªeach movement warping the very light of the ocean around it. Its wings didn''t flap¡ªthey folded, like pages in an endless book, reshaping cause and effect with every shift.

    [Final Boss Battle Initiated ¨C Aeon Seraph of the Depths]

    HP: ¡Þ (Temporal Anchor Active)

    Phase Two: Trial of Fixed Fate

    Objective: Break the Anchor. Survive the Rewrite.

    Round One: Breach the Anchor

    The Seraph summoned five halos above itself¡ªeach one a spinning celestial ring inscribed with destinies.

    Each was bound to one of the paradox zones they had fought through.

    Liliana narrowed her eyes. "We kill those rings¡ªwe sever its grasp on the timeline."

    Roselia was already flying upward on wings of flame. "Then let''s set fate on fire."

    The Party Split¡ªEach Taking a Halo:

    Roselia dived through the Halo of Endless War, blasting looping paradox soldiers with heatwaves that folded space.

    Naval stormed the Halo of Stasis, his lightning slowed to crawl¡ªbut his strikes landed just before time caught them.

    Liliana slipped into the Halo of Lost Companions, unraveling illusions with coded memories drawn from real friendships.

    Millim grinned and rampaged through the Halo of False Peace, cleaving down pacified zealots with joyful fury.

    Aqua and Roman took the Halo of Unreal Victory together¡ªwhere they were worshipped, loved, revered... and still, they chose battle over comfort.

    Leon, alone, remained with the Seraph.

    The dragon regarded him.

    "You chose to resist your destiny. Now... you bear its weight."

    Aeon Seraph Attacks

    Wings of Divergence: Every flap created a future shockwave, duplicating the battle itself across layered realities.

    Tail of Rewind: Each strike from its tail undid seconds of time, erasing actions and injuries¡ªthen re-inflicting them unpredictably.

    Breath of Potential: A beam of pure possibility fired forward, laced with both light and memory. It didn''t destroy¡ªit redefined.

    Leon dodged sideways, Miracle Sage Eyes glowing gold, tracking the movements between seconds. He blinked¡ªonce, twice¡ªand parried a tail that hadn''t moved yet.

    Then the halos began to fall.

    Halos Broken. Temporal Anchor Breached.

    Aeon Seraph HP: 100%

    The world cracked.

    Literally.

    The sea split, revealing not abyss or trench¡ªbut an endless white void, filled with disassembled realities. Floating cities. Half-written memories. Broken characters from untold stories. A spiral tower rose in the center of it all.

    The Seraph hissed¡ªits true voice now a chorus of failed timelines.

    "You were not meant to win."

    Leon, breathing hard, smiled coldly.

    "We''re not here for meaning. We''re here to end you."

    Phase Three: Paradox Core Exposed

    Aeon Seraph Transforms¡ªits massive body collapses into a humanoid form, armor plated in liquid light, wielding a double-bladed spear of timeline fracture. Wings split into endless fractal shards, orbiting in chaotic precision.

    Each shard showed a different future.

    In one: Leon dead.

    In another: Roselia ruling.

    In another: Aqua corrupted.

    In another: Millim alone.

    The Seraph fought with all of them.

    Every attack was a possibility.

    Cinematic Exchanges

    Millim grins as five versions of herself charge her¡ªand beats them with her own style.

    "I like me better, thanks."

    Liliana traps a future where she betrays Leon in a mental lock, then shatters it with an antimeme rune.

    Naval catches a bolt from a future Aqua¡ªand throws it right back, ricocheting off timeline shards into the Seraph''s chest.

    Roman and Roselia fight back-to-back, overwhelmed by duplicates of themselves who chose to abandon the team.

    "We never did that," Roman growls. "We''re the ones who stayed."

    Aqua dives into a mirror showing her erased from history¡ªand punches through it, dragging her identity back into reality.

    Leon vs. Aeon Seraph ¨C Duel of Fates

    The battlefield condenses into a tight arena of collapsing timelines. Every strike Leon makes is parried by a possibility. Every dodge costs him a future.

    The Seraph lunges, spear aimed at his core.

    "You are the fracture."

    Leon spins, deflects the spear, and pierces the Seraph''s shoulder.

    "And you are the cage."

    He grabs a floating shard showing the perfect timeline, where everything is peaceful... and crushes it.

    "This world is messy. Real. And it''s ours."

    Final Team Strike ¨C Destiny Break

    Leon calls out: "Now!"

    Each party member charges in, timed perfectly:

    Roselia launches a phoenix flame lance.

    Millim tears through the timeline shards with a vortex of blood energy.

    Aqua unleashes a tidal pulse of raw soul.

    Naval directs lightning through Liliana''s amplified spell-net.

    Roman leaps, shield up, deflecting the Seraph''s deathblow.

    Leon''s blade¡ªcharged with every ally''s fate¡ªpierces the Seraph''s chest.

    The final line is spoken together, all of them:

    "We choose our ending."

    The Aeon Seraph screamed.

    Not in rage. Not in pain.

    In release.

    Its form dissolved into light.

    The timelines stilled.

    The Rift shattered like glass¡ªlight pouring outward into the ocean beyond.

    [FINAL BOSS DEFEATED ¨C AEON SERAPH OF THE DEPTHS]

    The Paradox Core is silent.

    Destiny rewritten. Not erased.

    You survived the Mind Typhoon Sea Rift.

    Survival Rate: Adjusted to 3%.

    They floated, quiet now, above the broken core of the Rift. The ocean around them began to stabilize.

    No more mental pressure.

    No more false futures.

    Just... the present.

    Millim let out a slow breath. "So. That''s what killing a dragon made of fate feels like."

    Leon chuckled weakly. "Hope we don''t find out again."

    Aqua leaned against him. "Papa... can we go home now?"

    He smiled.

    "My Lightning pea... this is our new home. And since it''s a full water Rift... I think you''ll like it," Leon said as he let the sea wind roll across his face, gazing out at the calm horizon.

    The battle was over.

    The Aeon Seraph had fallen. The Mind Typhoon Sea Rift had collapsed¡ªnot into ruin, but into rebirth.

    What had once been a nightmare of twisted magic and collapsing timelines was now something else entirely.

    A shimmering new Rift¡ªLake Erynde, they''d named it. Not a danger, but a frontier. Its waters were crystal clear, so blue they almost glowed. Coral towers stretched like spires beneath the surface. Bioluminescent fish drifted lazily through woven kelp forests. Ruins from the ancient sea civilization had reformed into sunken sanctuaries, echoing with old songs and peace.

    It was alive¡ªbut not hostile.

    And most importantly... it was theirs.

 Chapter 278: Typhoon Sea Rift King VIII

    The Typhoon Sea Rift, once a nightmare of psychic pressure and temporal chaos, was silent now.

    Not dead¡ªresting.

    Transformed.

    What was once the Mind Typhoon Sea Rift had become something far older and stranger¡ªa domain stripped of corruption, its core purged by the fall of the Aeon Seraph. Now, it was known only by those who''d survived it as:

    The Sea of Calm Echoes.

    Leon stood at the prow of a sleek drift-boat made from coral-infused alloy¡ªhalf grown, half forged. It skimmed over the water without leaving a wake, silent and smooth as glass.

    "This place is... unreal," he murmured.

    Beneath them, the sea was translucent. Schools of iridescent eel-fish twisted through underwater arches of living crystal. Great columns of coral hummed with barely-audible tones¡ªnot voices, but something close.

    Liliana stood near the edge, hand glowing faintly as she traced the resonance. "It''s still alive," she said softly. "The Rift itself... it remembers music now instead of screams."

    They passed a region known as the Mirror Trenches, where the water bent strangely and light twisted into ghostly afterimages. Not hostile¡ªjust curious. As if the Rift was watching them, not the other way around.

    Millim dove in headfirst, laughing as always. "Come on! It''s like warm velvet!"

    She surfaced beside a glittering vertical whirlpool¡ªstatic in place, like a portal that never finished opening. Inside, slow-moving fish with transparent skin swam in slow, spiraling loops, forever dancing upward.

    "Dimensional eddies," Roselia noted, floating just above the water. "Residual energy from when time fractured here."

    "Think we can bottle it?" Naval asked. "I want glowing tea."

    They landed on an island that had once been a battleground¡ªnow lush with life. The ground pulsed softly underfoot, and giant lotus-like blooms opened as they walked, releasing little clouds of dream-mist. Strange crustaceans shaped like stars scuttled into hidden pools.

    Roman knelt by one.

    "It''s peaceful. Too peaceful," he muttered.

    Leon smiled faintly. "It''s the first time we''ve earned peace. Let''s not question it yet."

    Aqua held up a fragment of shattered timeline crystal¡ªnow fully inert, its glow turned gentle blue.

    "They''re stabilizing," she said. "This whole place... it''s healing."

    Descending deeper, they found what lay beneath the new Rift''s calm exterior.

    Massive coral spires. Forgotten cities rebuilt in patterns that no longer looped. Vaults filled with relics that no longer whispered.

    And strangest of all¡ªfields of glowing sea-blooms, pulsing in time with each explorer''s heartbeat.

    As Liliana stepped near, a whole garden of the blooms lit up in her wake.

    "They''re reacting to our memories," she whispered.

    Not in danger. Not corrupted.

    Simply echoing.

    Each bloom a memory fragment from a life once lived here. Heroes long gone. Civilians lost in the time war. Even images of their own battles flickered in the crystal leaves.

    They established three forward camps, each with its own purpose:

    The Spiral Refuge ¨C for research and magical observation, anchored to a floating reef.

    Echofall Bastion ¨C a military outpost, built on a platform over deep current channels.

    Aqua''s Reach ¨C a glade-island ringed by waterfall curtains, meant for rest, meditation, and¡ªof course¡ªhome-cooked meals.

    The Typhoon Sea Rift was no longer a place of madness.

    It was something else now. A mystery. A realm reshaped by will.

    They thought the Rift was quiet now. But it was only resting¡ªbreathing between chapters, not at its end.

    Because the Sea of Calm Echoes had a memory. And memories, when given form, become ruins.

    It began on the fifth day of exploration, in the far reaches of the deep trench just south of Aqua''s Reach. A pulse echoed through the Rift¡ªnot hostile, not psychic. Just... old. A sonar-like wave that didn''t touch their minds, but stirred something in the water.

    Liliana was the first to notice.

    "This isn''t just ocean," she whispered as the sound faded. "There''s structure down there. Geometry. Layers."

    Millim narrowed her eyes. "You''re saying there''s a building under that giant whirlpool?"

    "Not a building," Leon said, voice low. "A city."

    They sent down probes made from Rift-grown material¡ªlight, pressure-resistant, mind-stable. What came back was crystal-clear video.

    Sprawling towers made of obsidian coral. Pillars shaped like shells and teeth. Bridges that looped in impossible angles, designed for creatures that swam as easily as they walked. Murals carved into bio-stone, showing beings with flowing tendrils, masks like abyssal fish, and eyes like moons.

    The team went silent.

    Naval leaned forward. "That''s not from any known race."

    Aqua nodded slowly, eyes wide. "These are the Deep Singers."

    Leon turned to her. "You''ve read about them?"

    She shook her head. "No. I remember them. From the Rift. It showed me things... when the Seraph was still asleep."

    New Discovery: Ruins of Aethralun ¨C The Singing Capital

    Status: Long-abandoned. Temporal Drift: Stabilized. Echo Level: High.

    The descent was slow and deliberate.

    They had to pass through a gravity-shifted pressure gate¡ªan area where up became down, and breath became thought. But Leon''s Mind Sanctuary kept them stable. As they passed the threshold, the sea turned golden-blue, like swimming through starlight.

    And then... there it was.

    Aethralun.

    A city built for gods¡ªor perhaps monsters pretending to be them. It sprawled across a crater of such depth it could have swallowed entire continents. Dozens of towers, each singing a low harmonic hum, pulsed faintly. The hum wasn''t just sound¡ªit resonated in their gear, in their spells, in their bones.

    "Welcome," a voice whispered from the walls. "Return... denied... archive remains..."

    Roman froze. "That was automated. A guardian AI?"

    "No," Roselia said grimly. "A memory core. Part of the city itself. It''s still aware."

    They found the Chamber of Echoing Thrones.

    Seven seats. One broken. One missing entirely.

    Hologlyphs shimmered to life on the floor¡ªshowing scenes of the past. A war not of conquest, but of collapse. The Deep Singers had once ruled this section of the Riftsea, shepherding tides and thought alike. But when the Mind Spell Ritual fractured the Rift, they were caught in it.

    Not destroyed.

    Unwritten.

    Their history hadn''t ended¡ªit had been erased.

    Aqua stared at one of the figures on the hologlyph. A tall being with cascading bioluminescent hair, arms folded, and six eyes. "I saw her," she whispered. "In the Seraph''s dream."

    They activated a vault.

    Inside were relics: helmets shaped like nautilus shells, music-score weapons that responded to rhythm, and a crystalline crown still pulsing faintly with intent.

    Liliana picked it up. "This isn''t just tech. It''s... ideology."

    Roselia frowned. "What do you mean?"

    "They didn''t fight for land. They fought for song. Harmony. Their whole society was based on keeping the Rift''s psychic sea in balance."

    Leon looked around. "Then something disrupted the balance."

    Naval pointed to a shattered mural along the wall. "That did."

    At the center of the image: a massive eye surrounded by spiraling glyphs. The Aeon Seraph.

    Theory Confirmed: The Deep Singers tried to contain the Seraph. Failed. Paid the price.

    Now, the city was silent, but intact. Dormant, but not dead.

    As the team explored, the city began to respond.

    Doors opened. Light paths reconnected. Humming harmonics shifted to match the team''s presence.

    It was subtle.

    But it was clear.

    The Sea of Calm Echoes remembered who saved it.

    Back at camp, as the ocean shimmered under twilight light, Leon stood overlooking Aethralun''s distant glow.

    "Not just monsters. Not just magic. This Rift... it was a civilization. A whole damn world."

    Roselia stepped beside him. "We were lucky with this one. Most Rifts are just wreckage. Broken pieces of dead timelines."

    Leon nodded. "Which means the next one?"

    "Won''t be this kind."

    Leon looked out over the sea.

    "Then we''d better learn everything we can. Before something else wakes up."

    The silence of Aethralun wasn''t dead.

    It was listening.

    With the city stabilized and the mind-pressure nullified by the fall of the Seraph, the team began a full-scale scan. Liliana led the initial wave, working alongside Aqua and Roman to deploy crystalline map-beacons through the deepest trenches and tower clusters. The results were staggering.

    City Size: Approx. 280 km2

    Primary Composition: Biocoral structures fused with obsidian-metal alloys

    Age Estimate: Unclear¡ªstandard radiometrics failed; possible nonlinear time layer interference

    Energy Network: Dormant, yet responsive

    Language: Nonlinear Glyphsong; partially decodable through sonic-lattice imaging

    Buried beneath one of the deeper towers¡ªdesignated "Songspire Nine"¡ªwas a half-submerged repository filled with data-crystals shaped like flattened pearls. Each shimmered faintly, some flickering with scenes when touched.

    Liliana translated the first few:

    "...the harmonics of war grow discordant. The Aeon sleeps but watches. Our dreams are no longer our own. We must seal the Vaults of Memory¡ªlest our thoughts betray us."

    Each pearl contained a fragment of consciousness. Some recorded memories. Others? Entire thought-patterns of old Deep Singer citizens¡ªfragments of living memory, perfectly preserved.

    When Leon held one, he saw flashes¡ªnot visions, but impressions.

    A world of layered oceans. Cities like songs. Thoughts shared in rhythm instead of words.

    He withdrew, breath shallow.

    "These aren''t recordings," he said. "They''re echoes."

    In the heart of the capital tower, beneath layers of psychic shielding and coral-forged code, they uncovered a sealed room¡ªits threshold marked by seven glyphs and a dormant barrier.

    Once breached, it revealed the Crown Engine¡ªa massive crystalline sphere suspended above a plinth of roots, singing faintly. Inside spun a double-helix of light, like a DNA strand forged from liquid song.

    Roman stared. "This ran the city?"

 Chapter 279: Typhoon Sea Rift

    Once breached, it revealed the Crown Engine¡ªa massive crystalline sphere suspended above a plinth of roots, singing faintly. Inside spun a double-helix of light, like a DNA strand forged from liquid song.

    Roman stared. "This ran the city?"

    "No," Aqua whispered. "This was the city."

    Roselia frowned. "Come again?"

    "This wasn''t just a machine. It was the soul of Aethralun. A sentient stabilizer, syncing their minds and keeping the Rift''s madness at bay. It held their culture together."

    Leon placed a hand on the barrier. "Then when the Seraph broke through..."

    A pause.

    Liliana finished the sentence. "...it shattered the crown. The song fell silent."

    Central Find #3: The Choir Vaults

    Hidden in spiraling sub-chambers around the city''s base, they found the Choir Vaults¡ªmassive caverns filled with sarcophagus-like pods.

    Each one housed a Deep Singer in stasis.

    Not dead. Not fully alive.

    Frozen between moments.

    Their biostructures remained intact, embedded in coral-growth preservation units. Aqua traced her fingers over one¡ªa slender figure with finned arms, closed eyes, and a crystalline mask.

    "They put themselves into stasis before the collapse," she murmured. "Hoping the city would survive. That something¡ªor someone¡ªwould bring the song back."

    Leon nodded. "Then we need to decide¡ªdo we wake them?"

    "We should. We can learn many things. And given there are only a hundred of such pods, they must be someone great if they were sealed and left for the future revival of this civilization," Roselia said as she eyed the Alchemy pods.

    "Papa, should we save these kids?" Aqua suddenly asked as she cradled one of the smaller pods or at leats tried to as they are bigger then them too, even if they are supposedly kids they are bigger than adults too.

    "Kids?" Leon asked, surprised.

    "Yes, they are children¡ªnewborns. I can hear their cries for mama and papa," she said.

    Leon looked back at the past he came from. "Sometimes, the dead were called¡ªbut sometimes they weren''t truly dead, just sleeping, waiting for us to walk by," he said.

    Roman added, "And these... it''s strange. If the babies are the size of adults, it means they were like giants, not our size."

    "No wonder, even with the collapsed paths, there was still more than enough space for all of us to walk in groups around the corridors," Naval said, and the others nodded in agreement.

    "Then it means," he continued, "this civilization didn''t prserve their history, but decided for the future¡ªthey preserved their species."

    "I don''t think that''s all," Roselia added. "Even if they knew they might not survive, they must have left some behind as a bargain with whoever might save their people."

    "Meaning they must have left their kin as a legacy¡ªboth for their own future and for those who would save them," she said as she nodded.

    "Then... I guess I can let them live in my world," Leon said as others nodded.

    Roselia smiled too.

    "Anyway, let''s explore more. There''s still a lot left to discover," she said.

    Find #4: The Memory Codex

    In a chamber shaped like an open clam, they uncovered a massive codex orb¡ªhollow and filled with floating hologlyphs. Each projected scenes of Deep Singer history:

    Their rise: harmonizing the Rift''s volatile waters with harmonic architecture.

    Their society: built around balance, both psychic and elemental.

    Their philosophy: "Every thought leaves a wave."

    Their fall: the Seraph''s arrival, a god-shaped paradox that fractured thought itself.

    Then, near the end, a vision none of them expected.

    The Deep Singers weren''t the first.

    They were the inheritors of an even older race¡ªone that had once ruled the rift before even them. Their song was a mimicry. Their city, a shell grown from a shell.

    Roselia swore under her breath. "There''s a deeper layer."

    Liliana''s eyes glowed faintly. "There always is."

    The Sea of Calm Echoes ¨C New Status: Level One Decoded

    Potential Layers Remaining: 3

    Deep Singer Revival Threshold: 67%

    Later, in a temporary command dome built over the city''s northern rim, the team gathered around a rotating holo-map of the now-mapped ruins.

    "We''ve got three more towers still shielded," Roman said. "High energy readings from one. Aqua thinks it''s a relic vault. Naval thinks it''s a trap."

    "I think it''s both," Naval replied dryly.

    Leon scanned the readout. "There''s enough tech down there to rewrite what we know about Rift zones. These aren''t just natural disasters. They''re the bones of whole civilizations."

    "And we got lucky," Roselia added. "This one survived enough for us to learn from it. Most Rifts? Just madness."

    Millim cracked her knuckles. "Then let''s get everything we can out of this one before someone else tries to take it."

    Aqua looked up. "Or before the deeper layer wakes up."

    Silence followed.

    Leon smiled faintly. "Then we better be ready when it does."

    Next Mission Logged: Tower #5 ¨C The Sea Emperor''s Reliquary

    Objective: Explore sealed high-tier chamber for ancient command tech and deep-layer links.

    Status: Locked. Requires Song Resonance Code.

    Liliana stepped forward. "Then it''s time to decode the Crown."

    The glow of the Crown Engine filled the vast heart of the city with pulsing blue light, painting their faces in ghostly hues.

    Liliana knelt near the crystalline pedestal, runes swirling around her fingers. She worked carefully, weaving sonic glyphs into the air, replicating what little of the Deep Singers'' ancient code they had managed to piece together.

    The Crown Engine responded like a sleeping giant¡ªhumming louder, rotating slower, like it was beginning to listen.

    Leon stood at her side, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword, his Miracle Sage Eyes activated at half-strength to monitor any hidden psychic pulses.

    Aqua floated nearby, quietly harmonizing in a haunting underwater melody, her voice eerily close to the tonal patterns etched into the chamber walls.

    "Almost... there," Liliana whispered. "I''ve isolated the primary Songline. It needs a spark... a living harmonic."

    Aqua took a breath.

    "I''ll do it," she said softly.

    Leon gave her a steady nod. "Just be careful. We don''t know how much of the system is still stable."

    Aqua closed her eyes. Her body shimmered faintly with sea-blue light as she synced her song to the ancient tone, weaving her melody into the gaps of the dying machine''s resonance.

    For a heartbeat, the entire city seemed to hold its breath.

    Then, with a deep, resonant bong, the Crown Engine flared to life.

    [CROWN ENGINE: REACTIVATION SUCCESSFUL]

    [Memory Vaults: 32% Restored]

    [Energy Grid: Minimal Stabilization Achieved]

    [Ancient Authority Recognized: Heirs of the Song]

    The city moved.

    Across the endless coral platforms and crystalline bridges, lights blinked on.

    Ancient tide-forged spires straightened.

    Sunk pathways rose from the depths.

    The entire Aethralun Rift began breathing again, like a beast roused from a long slumber.

    A flood of data cascaded into the team''s map displays.

    Roselia whistled low. "You seeing this?"

    Roman leaned over her shoulder. "Layered sub-zones, hidden vaults, a defense grid... Even an evacuation nexus that leads somewhere outside the Rift structure entirely."

    Naval tapped a flashing icon on the map. "And that... is the Sea Emperor''s Reliquary. Looks like it''s one of the most heavily protected sites in the city."

    Liliana pushed her hair behind her ear, studying the swirling glyphs.

    "The Deep Singers sealed their highest technologies and histories there. Probably before the Seraph corrupted the upper layers."

    Leon nodded. "Then that''s where we go."

    Journey to the Reliquary

    Moving through the reawakened city was a surreal experience.

    Floating coral bridges realigned themselves underfoot, carrying them across the vast expanses. Strange bioluminescent creatures¡ªonce dormant¡ªnow drifted lazily through the corridors, trailing dreamlike colors in their wake.

    Along the way, they passed numerous memory pylons.

    Each one played holographic scenes from the city''s golden age:

    Towering gatherings where Deep Singers wove songs that stabilized reality itself.

    Processions of aquatic beings from other Rift regions, offering tribute.

    Construction ceremonies where massive sea-golems sculpted architecture from living coral.

    In one scene, a Deep Singer Empress¡ªtall, graceful, with long finned arms¡ªstood atop a platform, addressing her people.

    "Should the song ever fall silent, and madness take the deep, we leave our memories in trust. Heirs of the Song, find us. Restore the Tide of Thought."

    Aqua placed her hand gently on the projection as it faded.

    "They weren''t just fighting to survive," she murmured. "They were trying to leave hope behind."

    Leon squeezed her shoulder lightly. "And we''re the ones that found it."

    The Outer Reliquary Gates

    When they finally arrived, the Reliquary loomed before them¡ªa temple built inside a massive, hollowed-out sea-stone, floating within an abyssal trench.

    Huge gates, carved with endless layers of glyphs, sealed the entrance.

    The barrier shimmered with layered defenses¡ªpsychic, elemental, and structural.

    Millim grinned, her blood energy crackling faintly around her.

    "Looks like this won''t be a simple knock-and-enter."

    Naval twirled his halberd. "Wouldn''t be fun otherwise."

    Leon studied the defenses carefully.

    "The Crown Engine partially reactivated the outer locks. But the inner seals... We''ll need to match the Songcode perfectly to open them without triggering the defense guardians."

    "Guardians?" Roman asked dryly.

    As if on cue, the trench around the temple rumbled¡ªand vast shapes stirred in the darkness.

 Chapter 280: Sea Emperor Legacy

    A deep, guttural vibration rolled through the trench as the sea-stone temple groaned like something ancient awakening from aeons of slumber.

    From the abyssal shadows beyond the Reliquary gates, titanic forms began to rise¡ªnot machines, not quite creatures, but something between: constructs of coral, bone, and biometal, animated by song-etched cores pulsing with forgotten harmony.

    Six of them.

    Each one shaped differently¡ªsome with sweeping, fin-like wings, others bristling with spire-like growths or shimmering shield-plates. They circled the Reliquary slowly, as if confused at first... then aware.

    Aqua gasped, "They''re harmonized to the vault. Guardians, yes¡ªbut... mourners, too. They''re protecting something sacred."

    Leon drew his blade, the edge humming softly in tune with the reawakened city. "We fight only if we must."

    "No," Liliana said, voice calm but urgent. "We don''t need to fight. Not yet."

    She stepped forward, arms raised, weaving her fingers in slow spirals through the water-slick air. Glyphs of light flared around her palms as she reached for the song encoded in the gates¡ªtrying to match the resonance, not force it.

    "They recognize patterns. Like whales calling out across the deep¡ªif we sing the right tone, they might... stand down."

    "Then sing quickly," Millim muttered, cracking her knuckles. "Because they''re getting real interested in us."

    The guardians began to circle closer. The water grew heavy, pressing in with the weight of their attention. One paused before them, its many eyes¡ªeach a tiny sphere of refracted memory¡ªfixing on Aqua.

    She stepped forward, slow and sure.

    And sang.

    Not loud. Not strong. But pure. Her voice rippled outward like warm currents through cold water, threading through the tension in the trench like a balm. For a moment, the guardians froze mid-motion, their crystalline hearts dimming, listening.

    Liliana caught the thread of it¡ªshe wove the harmonic glyph into the gates'' seal, layering Aqua''s melody into the old code. The gate shimmered, flickered... and sang back.

    A low chime, resonant and sad.

    [SONGCODE RECOGNIZED] [GUARDIAN OVERRIDE ¡ª CONDITIONALLY GRANTED] [RELIQUARY ACCESS: UNLOCKING]

    The great sea-stone gates began to part.

    The trench quieted. The guardians slowly backed away, still watching, but no longer poised to strike.

    The team stared ahead as the Reliquary''s interior came into view¡ªdark, filled with bioluminescent mist and spiral structures that floated free of gravity. In the center, a great hall opened, lit by a glowing core of memory suspended in the air, ringed by skeletal coral spires.

    A message played, echoing from the hall:

    "To those who followed the song: You are not alone. What we preserved here was never ours alone to guard¡ªbut yours to awaken."

    Leon exhaled, then stepped inside. "Let''s find out what they left behind."

    The vast gates of the Sea Emperor''s Reliquary loomed before the team, their surfaces etched with intricate glyphs and symbols that pulsed faintly in the dim light. The air was thick with anticipation as they prepared to breach the final barrier to the city''s deepest secrets.

    "Ready yourselves," Leon murmured, his voice steady but carrying the weight of the moment. "This is it."

    Millim, her energy crackling with barely-contained power, stepped forward. "Let''s see what secrets these old walls are hiding."

    Naval, ever the tactician, surveyed the surroundings. "We need to be cautious. The Reliquary''s defenses are unlike anything we''ve encountered."

    With a shared nod, Liliana began to chant, her fingers weaving through the air as she manipulated the ancient Songcode. Aqua, standing beside her, harmonized her melody, her voice resonating with the deep, forgotten tones of the Deep Singers.

    The ground trembled as the gates responded, the glyphs flaring brightly before the massive doors slowly began to open, revealing the sanctum within.

    Inside, the Reliquary was a cathedral of coral and crystal, its walls adorned with murals depicting the rise and fall of the Deep Singers. At the center stood a massive throne-like structure, upon which rested a crystalline entity, its form both alien and majestic.

    "This is the Sea Emperor," Roselia whispered, awe in her voice. "The progenitor of the Deep Singers."

    Aqua approached the throne, her expression a mixture of reverence and sorrow. "They believed he was their salvation. But in their desperation, they may have sealed their doom."

    Leon stepped forward, placing a hand on the throne. "We need to understand what happened. Only then can we decide how to move forward."

    As he touched the crystal, a surge of energy coursed through him. Visions flooded his mind: the Deep Singers'' harmonious society, their fall into madness, and the Sea Emperor''s tragic end.

    "They tried to preserve their legacy," Leon said, his voice heavy with understanding. "But in doing so, they lost themselves."

    The team gathered around, contemplating the path ahead. The city was awakening, its ancient systems reactivating, but with it came the looming threat of the deeper layers¡ªuntouched and unknown.

    "We have a choice," Roselia said, her gaze steady. "We can leave, preserving what remains of Aethralun''s legacy. Or we can delve deeper, risking everything to uncover the full truth."

    Leon looked at each of his companions, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the reawakening city. "We came here to learn, to understand. We owe it to them¡ªand to ourselves¡ªto see this through."

    With a collective nod, they made their decision.

    Next Mission Logged: The Depths of Aethralun

    Objective: Investigate the deeper layers of the Reliquary to uncover the full history and fate of the Deep Singers.

    Status: Pending Activation. Requires Synchronization with Song Resonance Code.

    The journey ahead was uncertain, fraught with dangers both known and unknown. But one thing was clear: the echoes of Aethralun''s song would not be silenced¡ªnot while they still had the power to listen.

    The chamber holding the Sea Emperor''s crystalline form pulsed softly as if in tune with a rhythm that had only just begun to stir. As the team stood around it, the throne behind him split open, revealing a spiral staircase descending deep into the rock¡ªlit by strands of living bioluminescent veins pulsing in sync with Aqua''s song.

    Liliana''s eyes widened. "That''s a synchronization conduit. It''s not just a throne¡ªit''s a key."

    Leon turned to Aqua. "Can you maintain the resonance?"

    She nodded, her voice hushed. "As long as the city listens to me... I can guide us."

 Chapter 281: Sea Emperor Legacy II

    Leon turned to Aqua. "Can you maintain the resonance?"

    She nodded, her voice hushed. "As long as the city listens to me... I can guide us."

    They descended.

    The staircase wound downward like a spiral shell, narrowing and deepening until the temperature changed¡ªthe water here was denser, heavier, rich with pressure and ancient echoes. Runes flickered faintly along the walls, showing glimpses of entities older than the Deep Singers: jellyfish-like thought-forms, cities that floated on minds instead of tides, and one colossal shape that seemed to stretch across the Rift like a sleeping god.

    They reached the bottom.

    The Core Sanctum

    The chamber was vast, spherical, and completely silent. In its center hovered a fragmented sphere¡ªsimilar to the Crown Engine, but broken into a thousand pieces, each shard orbiting the next like fragments of a shattered moon. Between them ran trails of liquid light, barely holding the thing together.

    Aqua hesitated, frowning. "This... isn''t Deep Singer tech."

    "No," Roman said, awe settling over his voice. "This predates them."

    Liliana stepped forward, scanning the resonance lines. "It''s a Tideheart. This was... the source the Deep Singers were emulating. Their city was never whole¡ªit was grown like coral, around this."

    "And the Seraph?" Roselia asked.

    Leon''s voice dropped. "It didn''t destroy the city. It tried to claim this. And when it failed, it left the rest in chaos."

    Suddenly, the broken Tideheart pulsed¡ªand a voice, ancient and layered like a chorus buried in the depths, echoed in the chamber.

    "You are not who we expected."

    The air vibrated with psychic pressure. The team braced, weapons half-drawn, but the voice didn''t attack¡ªit waited.

    Leon stepped forward. "We''re not enemies. We''re... inheritors. Of what was left behind."

    Silence.

    Then¡ª

    "Prove it. Restore the Song."

    A sequence of glyphs flared across the shards, forming a puzzle of harmonics and memory. Each one required a tone, an emotion, and a memory encoded as waveform¡ªa trial not of strength, but of self.

    Liliana''s fingers trembled slightly. "It''s a challenge... to our identity."

    Aqua nodded. "They want to know if we can carry what they left."

    Each team member stepped forward in turn, placing their essence into the challenge:

    Leon, offering resolve forged in battle, the determination to protect what survives.

    Liliana, weaving her understanding of the past into present harmony.

    Millim, raw emotion¡ªpassion, rage, hope¡ªunfiltered and alive.

    Roselia, memory and foresight, the wisdom of seen patterns and unseen futures.

    Roman, quiet strength¡ªcourage in stillness, loyalty in silence.

    Naval, duty and calculation¡ªa rhythm of order even in chaos.

    And Aqua, singing of sorrow and love, of children still dreaming in the Choir Vaults, of a city that once sang not to control, but to connect.

    The Tideheart shards began to align.

    One by one, they drew closer, song resonating through them until¡ª

    [SONG RESONANCE CODE ¡ª FULL ALIGNMENT ACHIEVED]

    [TIDEHEART REPAIR INITIATED]

    [DEEP LAYER MEMORY STREAM ¡ª UNLOCKED]

    The shards locked into place.

    The chamber burst into radiant light.

    The team was lifted in a wave of memory¡ªa vision of the first beings to ever cross the Rift, titanic entities that used thought as structure, who left behind fragments of themselves in cities, seeds, songs. The Deep Singers were one such seed¡ªnurtured, grown, and ultimately left too early.

    The Seraph hadn''t corrupted them.

    It had awakened something dormant.

    And now, so had they.

    As the light dimmed and they returned to the chamber, the Tideheart now whole, the voice returned¡ªthis time warmer, gentler.

    "Heirs of the Song. You may shape what comes next."

    Mission Update: Sea Emperor''s Reliquary Cleared

    New Path Unlocked: Tideheart Nexus

    Status: Deep Layer Two Online

    Revival Threshold: 92%

    Leon looked at the others, breath slow, mind reeling.

    "We''re not just restoring history anymore," he said. "We''re rewriting it."

    Aqua smiled faintly. "Then let''s write something beautiful."

    With the Tideheart now whole and resonating at full harmony, a rippling wave of energy passed through the city¡ªan inaudible hum that settled into the bones of Aethralun like a heartbeat restored.

    Corridors realigned. Coral veins brightened. Deep within the Choir Vaults, the stasis pods glowed faintly¡ªthe revival had begun.

    But beneath the restored sanctum, a circular platform peeled open, revealing a shaft of cascading light and mist.

    Liliana stepped to the edge, reading the floating glyphs that encircled it like drifting jellyfish.

    "This leads to the Tideheart Nexus. A control core. But not just mechanical¡ªit''s metaphysical. A song-forged seed, designed to shape memory into matter."

    "Wait..." Roman blinked. "Shape what into what now?"

    "It''s a creation forge," Roselia breathed. "The Deep Singers weren''t just caretakers of their city¡ªthey were composers of reality. They tuned the Rift like an instrument."

    Leon looked down the shaft, his voice quiet. "And now it''s our turn."

    They stepped onto the platform.

    It descended soundlessly, sinking into layers of shifting color and refracted time, until finally¡ª

    The Nexus Core

    The space opened into a chamber suspended in an impossible void. Platforms hovered in every direction, each connected by trails of thoughtlight¡ªbridges made not of stone, but of intention.

    In the center hovered a great sphere of prismatic resonance, pulsing slowly like a slumbering mind. Around it spun projections: memories, cities, possible futures.

    A glyph bloomed in the air:

    [TIDEHEART NEXUS: ACTIVATED]

    [USER AUTHORITY: PROVISIONAL]

    [CITY-SEED FUNCTIONS ONLINE]

    Liliana gasped. "It''s not just a forge. It''s a seed vault. They could grow cities¡ªnew civilizations¡ªby embedding their memory-structures into untouched Rifts."

    Aqua floated forward, her hands outstretched toward the sphere. "It''s asking... what we want to create."

    "Wait," Naval said, raising a brow. "We can do that? Actually terraform a Rift?"

    "Not just terraform," Liliana replied, her voice hushed. "Inspire. The Deep Singers didn''t dominate the Rift. They taught it how to sing."

    Roselia turned to the group. "We need to decide. Do we rebuild Aethralun as it was... or do we seed something new?"

    Millim stared at the swirling city-models. "What if we blend it? Use the past to grow something that survives this time?"

    Leon looked at the floating children in the Choir Vaults¡ªvisible now through the Nexus interface. Their stasis had shifted. Their vitals were rising.

    "They''re waking up," he whispered. "They''ll need a world."

    Liliana reached forward, touching the resonance sphere.

    A bloom of potential spread across the projection space: coral-towers made of songlight, living gardens of air and tide, sanctuaries for the mind-sick refugees from other shattered Rifts. A city not just of the Deep Singers, but of those who would carry their harmony forward.

    "Then," Roselia said softly, "let''s give them a future worth singing about."

    Tideheart Function Initiated: Worldsong Bloom

    Choir Revival Status: 94%

    New Directive Logged: Prepare the Heirs

    As the Nexus pulsed in time with the rising city above, each member of the team could feel it¡ªsubtle, powerful.

    The future wasn''t just possible now.

    It was theirs.

 Chapter 282: Deep Sea Singers

    The platform under their feet began to hum, and tendrils of light wrapped gently around them, syncing their intentions directly to the forming city above.

    Each member of the team closed their eyes, focusing.

    Images formed¡ªcoral spires humming with resonance, lush tide gardens growing between crystalline walkways, deepwater sanctuaries for the Choir children to live and dream. Whole neighborhoods shaped by memory and will, floating harmoniously in the gentle currents of the Aethralun Rift.

    The Tideheart Nexus responded to every thought, building, weaving, stabilizing.

    At the heart of it all, a towering citadel¡ªThe Resonant Spire¡ªbegan to form, a living bastion that would house the revived Choir and the city''s new stewards.

    Aqua turned, tears shimmering in her eyes. "It''s working... we''re making it real."

    But then¡ªthe Tideheart pulsed sharply, an alert flaring across the Nexus.

    [WARNING: DEEP LAYER STIRRING DETECTED]

    [ANOMALY: UNSYNCHRONIZED ENTITY APPROACHING]

    The chamber shuddered.

    Above, somewhere beyond the half-formed skies of the new city, the Rift itself howled¡ªa disturbance breaking the harmonized currents.

    Leon snapped his head up. "What is it?!"

    Liliana''s fingers flew over the projection controls, trying to stabilize the data streams. "Something... woke up deeper down. Past even the Deep Singers'' reach."

    Roman grimaced. "Another Seraph?"

    "No," Roselia said slowly, scanning the tremors in the Rift layers. "Something older. Something from before the Seraph even came."

    Naval stepped forward, halberd drawn, his eyes narrowing.

    "Then it''s not coming to congratulate us."

    Aqua placed her hands on the Tideheart, her expression grim. "We triggered it by restoring the Nexus. It''s a Riftward Echo¡ªa guardian of the deep layers, one that sees any change as a threat."

    From the rising towers of Aethralun, distant alarms¡ªlow, harmonic tones¡ªbegan to sound, warning the newborn city.

    [CRITICAL: WORLDSONG BLOOM INCOMPLETE]

    [THREAT CLASSIFICATION: ABYSSAL TITAN - DESIGNATION "NE?OXIS, WRATH OF THE FALLEN RIFT"]

    The projection displayed a vast, serpentine shape coiling through the lower dark¡ªmiles long, made of shifting abyssal mass and fractured thoughts, a being too massive for physical form alone.

    It was rising, faster now, attracted by the pulse of creation.

    Leon clenched his fists, feeling the weight of command settle on him like a familiar mantle.

    "Then we have to meet it. Here. Before it reaches the Tideheart."

    Aqua nodded fiercely. "If it breaches the city core before the Worldsong completes, everything we''ve rebuilt... will collapse into chaos."

    Millim cracked her knuckles, smiling in anticipation.

    "Big monster. Bigger beatdown. Sounds like our kind of party."

    Roselia lifted her hand, summoning shimmering defense matrices around the Tideheart.

    "I''ll stay here with Liliana and Aqua to protect the Forge."

    Roman tightened his gloves.

    "Guess the rest of us are the frontline."

    Leon stepped onto the rising bridge of thoughtlight, his sword flashing into full manifestation¡ªa blade forged now not just of energy, but of harmonized memory and will.

    He looked back at his team¡ªfamily, now, more than comrades¡ªand nodded.

    "One more fight," he said, voice steady. "For the city. For them."

    "For all of us," Aqua whispered.

    The platform surged upward, carrying them into the higher layers where the Rift churned and groaned like a wounded leviathan.

    Above, through the transparent skin of the sea and sky, they could see it:

    Ne?oxis.

    A living wound in reality itself, a being made of the forgotten failures of past civilizations¡ªbroken cities, collapsed thoughts, twisted echoes of dreams that had tried and failed to tame the Rift.

    It shrieked, a soundless roar that rippled through the water and made the Tideheart tremble.

    But the team stood firm.

    Leon drew a deep breath and raised his sword high.

    "Let''s show it what it means to survive."

    And with a cry that rang out like a battle hymn, they launched themselves upward¡ªtoward the storm, toward the ancient wrath, toward their final trial.

    The future was waiting¡ªand they would carve their place in it with will, with heart, and with an unbreakable song.

    The moment they breached the surface of the Tideheart Nexus and soared into the open Rift, the world above them had already darkened.

    The Typhoon Sea Rift¡ªonce a glittering expanse of light and clarity¡ªwas now warped by the colossal presence of Ne?oxis.

    The entity writhed across the sky like a storm given flesh. Its body was made of countless broken structures, shattered thoughts and twisted memories tangled together, a vast and endless spiral of ruin. Fragments of ancient civilizations¡ªcities, relics, even whole continents¡ªclung to it like barnacles, dragged from forgotten ages.

    It saw them.

    Or rather, it felt them¡ªtiny defiant sparks of song and hope against its endless decay.

    Ne?oxis let out a pulse of pure Rift-energy.

    The shockwave shattered distant islands, tore rifts into the seafloor, sent torrents of pressure and debris blasting outward. The rising city of Aethralun shielded itself behind growing harmonic barriers¡ªbut the Tideheart was still fragile, still growing.

    They had to stop this thing before it unraveled everything.

    Leon shot forward first, carving a blazing path through the water with his will-forged blade.

    "Hit it hard! Hit it where it can''t remember how to heal!"

    Millim followed close behind, her body a comet of raging energy, fists ablaze with raw force.

    "WITH PLEASURE!!"

    Roman split off, deploying resonance mines¡ªpulsing spheres that latched onto distorted parts of Ne?oxis and disrupted its cohesion, leaving patches of unstable memory exposed like wounds.

    Naval flanked wider, sending razor-thin harmonics through the water, cutting through the false memories that tried to manifest as solid weapons.

    Ne?oxis countered.

    Massive pseudopods of collapsing ruin lashed outward, each larger than a battleship, each dripping with corrupted thoughts¡ªscreaming faces, twisted voices. One of them smashed toward Leon.

    He met it head-on.

    The impact was seismic, water compressing around him¡ªbut his blade, singing with Tideheart resonance, pierced the corrupted mass, unraveling it like torn fabric.

    Above, Roselia floated, her hands weaving intricate defense lattices to block psychic assaults that tried to crack their minds open.

    And from behind the shielding, Aqua sang.

    A song not of dominance, but of memory¡ªof all that had survived. Her voice wrapped around the team like armor, amplifying their weapons, their wills, binding their harmonies together.

    Ne?oxis roared again.

    From its center, it spawned. Fragments of past lost beasts¡ªkraken-like monstrosities, abyssal serpents, winged horrors of the drowned epochs¡ªpoured forth.

    Millim slammed into one with a spinning punch, detonating it into a burst of harmless thoughts.

    "KEEP COMIN'', I''LL KEEP SMASHIN''!"

    Roman detonated a mine cluster, collapsing another horror into glittering dust.

    Naval traced precise sigils through the Rift currents, locking down a swarm before it could even form.

    Leon darted through the battlefield like a living storm, every slash of his blade severing pieces of Ne?oxis'' mind-body, scattering the accumulated rot.

    But Ne?oxis adapted.

    Its body warped, folding around itself, growing an armored core of dense, fossilized memory¡ªan impenetrable nucleus.

    Liliana''s voice crackled across the comms.

    "New target: the Core! It''s synthesizing a memory fortress! If it finishes, it''ll be unbreakable!"

    Aqua''s song shifted¡ªan urgent, defiant chorus.

    Leon grinned fiercely beneath his helm.

    "Then we don''t let it finish."

    The team regrouped, spiraling together through the collapsing Riftspace, weaving between falling debris and surging monsters. They dove straight toward the heart of Ne?oxis.

    It unleashed everything.

    Torrents of corrupted water, gravity wells formed from forgotten wars, blades of crystallized sorrow.

    Leon broke through a gravity well with a furious slash, Millim shattered a sorrow blade with a wild spinning kick, Roman covered Naval''s advance with suppressive resonance fire.

    Roselia cast shimmering shields across them, weaving a temporary path of stability through the chaos.

    Then¡ª

    They reached it.

    The Core.

    It was an immense sphere of dark, flickering thought, armored in layers of ossified history.

    Liliana''s voice rang out.

    "Focus your harmonics! If we synchronize your strikes at the right resonance¡ª"

    Leon roared.

    "NOW!"

    Together, they struck.

    Leon''s blade, Millim''s fists, Roman''s detonations, Naval''s precision harmonics¡ªall converged at once.

    The Core cracked.

    Ne?oxis screamed¡ªa soundless howl that sent shockwaves spiraling for miles. It tried to retreat, pulling broken worlds to shield itself.

    Too late.

    From below, Aethralun''s newborn resonance answered.

    The Tideheart pulsed, a deep, triumphant chime.

    A wave of stabilizing energy surged upward, carried by Aqua''s guiding song, Liliana''s calibration, and Roselia''s harmonized shields.

    It hit Ne?oxis like a rising tide.

    The ancient entity began to unravel, torn apart not by force, but by the possibility of something new. It couldn''t comprehend this new order, this rebirth. It had only ever known collapse.

    Piece by piece, it disintegrated into motes of light, fragments of memory freed from their prison of despair.

    The sky cleared.

    The Rift calmed.

    Ne?oxis was no more.

    The team floated in silence for a moment, suspended in the now-tranquil currents of the Typhoon Sea Rift, the newborn city of Aethralun shining in the distance¡ªa beacon of renewal.

    Leon lowered his sword slowly, breathing hard, every fiber of his being trembling¡ªbut alive.

    They had done it.

    Aqua''s voice was soft, carried by the currents.

    "The past doesn''t have to trap us anymore."

    Roselia smiled faintly.

    "Now the future can sing."

    Liliana wiped her eyes, laughter bubbling up through exhausted joy.

    "And it''s going to be beautiful."

    Above them, the first children of the Choir stirred in their stasis pods, the rising world waiting for them.

    Aethralun would live.

    And it would never be alone again.

    [MISSION COMPLETE: FALL OF NE?OXIS]

    [WORLDSONG BLOOM: FINAL PHASE ACTIVE]

    [NEW ERA INITIATED]

 Chapter 283: Deep Sea Singers II

    The waters of the Typhoon Sea Rift shimmered with soft, living light.

    Above the Tideheart Nexus, Aethralun began to unfurl like a blooming coral flower. Great towers of living reefstone spiraled upward, luminous with veins of harmonized memory. Gardens of crystal kelp floated between rising plazas. Bridges of braided tide-light connected islands that hovered freely in the currents.

    And from within the Choir Vaults, the first of the Deep Singer descendants awoke.

    The children emerged cautiously¡ªsome blinking in confusion, others laughing, their voices forming little trills of raw, pure resonance. They wore simple tunics spun from memory-silk, and their eyes shimmered faintly with the Tideheart''s touch.

    Leon knelt down to meet one of them¡ªa boy with silver-blue hair and wide, curious eyes.

    "Hey, little guy," Leon said, offering a hand. "Welcome back."

    The boy tilted his head, studying Leon for a moment. Then he smiled¡ªa radiant, fearless smile¡ªand placed his small hand in Leon''s.

    Behind him, more began to emerge. Teenagers, young adults, even a few caretakers¡ªelders preserved for this moment, their presence stabilizing the younger ones.

    Aqua moved among them like a guardian spirit, singing soft welcome songs.

    She didn''t need words¡ªthe resonance spoke through her.

    Roselia coordinated small teams to set up temporary shelters and nourishment fields, while Roman and Naval surveyed the structural growth of the city itself, ensuring the expansion was stable.

    Millim, meanwhile, was practically mobbed by a dozen laughing children after she demonstrated a playful burst of water-dancing¡ªsending glowing fish-like shapes weaving through the currents.

    "WHOA, look at that one!"

    "Do it again, big sister!!"

    She laughed uproariously.

    "Big sister, huh? You got it!"

    Liliana sat cross-legged near one of the newly revived plazas, documenting everything with a quiet, reverent awe. Each song, each new growth, each child''s laughter¡ªit all became part of the living archive she was building.

    For a while, the Rift was just filled with simple sounds: singing, laughing, calling out names.

    Life, uninterrupted.

    Leon watched it all, standing atop one of the coral platforms, his arms folded. His team... no, his family... was everywhere, weaving the future one smile, one planted song-thread at a time.

    He looked toward the heart of Aethralun.

    The Tideheart pulsed gently, maintaining a rhythm like a slow, steady breath.

    Liliana floated up next to him, her scanner closed for once.

    "Feels like a dream, doesn''t it?"

    Leon smiled.

    "It is. But it''s ours."

    Above them, the rift sky shimmered with colors never seen before¡ªtones and shades born from the new resonance. And within it, faint outlines of even more floating structures began to form¡ªseeds of the next expansions, new cities yet unborn.

    Tideheart Broadcast Update:

    Primary City: Aethralun ¡ª Stabilization 78%

    Auxiliary Seeds: Awakening

    Choir Integration: 63%

    Population Capacity: Growing

    They hadn''t just saved Aethralun.

    They had started something that would ripple across the entire Rift system.

    Aqua joined them at the platform''s edge, her hair drifting lazily around her, her expression calm but determined.

    "I think..." she said, "we''re ready to invite others."

    Leon glanced at her. "You mean... beyond the Rift?"

    "Yeah," she said. "Other survivors. Other lost cities. There''s enough room now¡ªfor everyone."

    Roselia floated down to join them, brushing a hand over one of the song-crystals blooming nearby.

    "If we send out a Songcall... it''ll reach them. It might take months. Years. But they''ll hear it."

    Roman chimed in over the comms.

    "Already building the relay network. It''ll be the biggest lighthouse the Rift''s ever seen."

    Millim was still bouncing children on her shoulders when she shouted over:

    "LET''S MAKE THIS PLACE FAMOUS!"

    Leon laughed, heart swelling.

    "Alright then," he said. "Let''s make it happen."

    [NEW ERA: THE WORLDSONG AWAKENING]

    [OBJECTIVES: Expand the Choir, Restore Rift Harmony, Establish the City-Networks]

    Hours later, as the first harmonics of the Songcall echoed into the deep currents of the Rift, Leon stood at the highest point of Aethralun¡ªa spire woven of living crystal and singing coral.

    From here he could see it all:

    Islands floating on the currents like leaves.

    Bridges humming with life and laughter.

    Towers of starlight and memory growing into the open Riftspace.

    It was only the beginning.

    Tomorrow, they would build.

    Tomorrow, they would explore.

    Tomorrow, the survivors would come.

    And Aethralun would shine even brighter.

    Several Weeks Later...

    The Tideheart Nexus had woven itself fully into the reborn city of Aethralun. Everywhere, new life bloomed. Coral towers shaped themselves into homes, plazas pulsed with song, and memory gardens flourished across the floating islands. The Choir¡ªthe Deep Singer descendants¡ªgrew stronger every day, relearning old arts and forging new ones.

    And across the Rift, the Songcall had begun to work its magic.

    First it was just faint signals¡ªechoes in the deep, almost like whalesongs carried on impossible currents.

    Then, real responses came.

    Incoming Resonance: Survivor Pods Detected

    Estimated Arrival: 3 Days

    Leon stood at the Relay Spire with Liliana and Roselia, watching the drifting shimmer of the distant pods through the observation crystals.

    "They''re coming," Liliana whispered, voice thick with emotion.

    Leon nodded. "Let''s make sure they have something worth arriving to."

    They spent the next three days working at a relentless pace, not because they had to¡ªbut because they wanted to. The Choir children painted murals across the coral structures, vibrant swirls of memory and hope. New gardens were seeded with Rift-hardened fruit and algae farms.

    Roman and Naval upgraded the defense lattice¡ªnot as weapons of war, but as guardians against stray Rift storms and dangerous fauna.

    Aqua, meanwhile, composed a Welcoming Resonance, embedding warmth and safety into the very waters themselves.

    By the time the first pods drifted into the perimeter of Aethralun, the city was shining like a beacon of possibility.

    Docking Bay Six

    First Arrival

    The first survivors were a ragged group, their ships patched together from whatever scraps they''d salvaged from their own collapsed Rifts. They looked wary, eyes haunted by years of isolation.

    But when they stepped onto the coral platforms¡ªand heard the living songs in the water, saw the glowing towers overhead, felt the welcome in every breath¡ªthey broke.

    Many fell to their knees, overcome with relief.

    One older woman¡ªher hair braided with fragments of lost tech¡ªreached out and gripped Leon''s arm.

    "You built this?" she asked, voice cracking.

    Leon smiled, kneeling to meet her gaze.

    "We grew it," he said softly. "And you''re home now."

    Behind her, more survivors poured out: families, solitary scavengers, even strange nomads who spoke in riddles of worlds long swallowed by Rift storms.

    The Choir children rushed forward without hesitation, guiding them, giving food, water, singing welcoming tunes.

    The city absorbed them effortlessly, expanding itself like a living thing offering shelter.

    Days Later:

    The survivors were just the first wave.

    Soon, other groups responded¡ªsome cautious, some desperate, some bringing gifts of ancient knowledge from dead cities.

    The Tideheart Nexus tracked each arrival, adjusting the growth of Aethralun to accommodate new needs.

    Hospitals bloomed from the gardens.

    Libraries of living crystal grew from the song-data of countless lost worlds.

    Guilds formed¡ªof healers, singers, engineers, explorers.

    Aethralun was no longer just a city.

    It was becoming a civilization.

    ****

    One evening, as Leon and Aqua stood at the edge of a new floating plaza¡ªa memorial to the first fallen Rifts¡ªthe Resonance Core pulsed urgently.

    A deep, slow vibration. Different from the joyful song of arrivals.

    Liliana appeared seconds later, holding a data crystal. Her face was pale.

    "We''ve detected something else," she said. "A massive signal, deep beyond Layer Three of the Rift."

    Roselia frowned, stepping closer.

    "Another survivor group?"

    Liliana shook her head. "No... it''s too large. Too... synchronized."

    Naval patched into the sensor feed, his eyes narrowing.

    "This isn''t a city."

    Roman stiffened.

    "It''s a fleet."

    Aqua turned slowly, her hand resting instinctively on the small blade she now wore always at her hip.

    "Friend or foe?"

    The feed resolved into an image: colossal structures, dark and barbed, moving with terrifying precision. No resonance of song. No warmth.

    Only cold, calculated hunger.

    Leon exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the choice before them.

    Aethralun was no longer hidden.

    And not everything that heard the Songcall would come in peace.

    He turned to the team, his voice steady.

    "Prepare the Choir. We''ve built a home worth fighting for."

    And in the distance, across the deepest folds of the Rift, the first shadow-fleets closed in¡ªhunters of worlds, long silent, now awakened by the world''s new Song.

    Rift Layer Three ¡ª Outlying Defenses

    The first probes reached the perimeter hours later: sleek, predatory constructs shaped like spears, each one trailing fractal data streams that tore at Aethralun''s shielding layers.

    Naval coordinated the city''s automated defenses, sweeping them aside with precision strikes from the harmonic lattice. The spears shattered into mist and dissonant echoes.

    But it was only a test.

    The main fleet had not yet shown itself.

    Leon stood at the Command Oculus in the Tideheart Nexus, watching the Rift beyond ripple and churn like a vast, awakening sea.

    "They''re mapping us," he said grimly. "Testing."

    Liliana cross-referenced old memory-threads from the Deep Singers. Her face grew pale.

    "I think these are... the Ravelers. The ones the Deep Singers feared most."

    Aqua looked over sharply. "You mean the ones that ended whole Rifts?"

    Liliana nodded. "They don''t colonize. They don''t negotiate. They unmake."

 Chapter 284: Deep Sea Singers III

    The horizon of Aethralun shuddered under the pressure of the Rift. There was no warning, no subtlety¡ªone moment, the Rift was a calm sea, and the next, it split open with a resounding crack.

    Dark, twisted ships poured through, formed from the remains of dying worlds. Some resembled grotesque skeletal fish, others terrifying leviathans of warped metal and bone, bristling with ominous null-energy harpoons.

    But what came behind the ships was the real threat: the Weavers. Cloaked in shifting veils of broken memory, their presence bled reality, creating a visceral wrongness that made the very waters of the Rift tremble.

    The outer defenses of Aethralun began to stir, activating harmonic turrets and summoned Choir Guardians, but they were not enough. Not yet.

    Leon stood at the center of the Nexus, his fists clenched, power simmering beneath his skin. His eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he addressed his team.

    "This is it," he said, voice calm, though his aura burned with intensity. "We don''t wait for them to come to us. We finish this¡ªnow."

    Without further command, Leon raised his hand, and the Rift responded.

    As if the very fabric of the Rift twisted around him, Leon''s Destruction magic erupted in full force. The ground beneath him cracked open, ripples of power spreading out like shockwaves, obliterating the invader ships in a matter of moments.

    He snapped his fingers.

    A blinding eruption of energy tore through the Weavers'' fleet¡ªvessels splintering into nothing but dark dust as their energy fields evaporated into the void.

    Then, with a flick of his wrist, he summoned his Origin Conjurere ability¡ªan ability that allowed him to pull forth beings of immense power from beyond the Rift. Massive, ethereal titans formed out of the energy itself.

    One titan, a colossal being of fire and void, crushed an entire Weaver ship underfoot, its gigantic form roaring in triumph. Another, a storm-wielding creature of the deep, summoned torrential storms that enveloped multiple Weaverspire ships, frying their energy cores before sending them tumbling into the abyss.

    "End them!" Leon commanded, his voice dark with the weight of his authority.

    The summoned creatures obeyed, their colossal forms moving through the enemy ranks with deadly grace, ripping through the invaders like a force of nature. As they tore through the ships, Leon stood, unwavering, his presence anchoring the forces of destruction to reality itself.

    Seeing the decimation of their fleet, the Weavers themselves took action. They cloaked their forms in even more complex veils of shattered memories, trying to warp reality to their advantage.

    But Leon had already anticipated this.

    He spoke a single word: "Erasure."

    The air itself vibrated as the Weavers'' attempts to distort time and space shattered against the oncoming flood of Leon''s raw power. Every illusion, every memory trick they tried to conjure, was instantly undone as his Destruction magic unraveled their very essence.

    One of the Weavers¡ªa massive, shifting entity with a thousand faces¡ªappeared before him, its voice a cacophony of voices. "You cannot destroy what has never existed," it hissed, its form flickering like a broken mirror.

    Leon''s smile was cold.

    "You''re wrong," he said softly.

    With a single motion, he extended his hand, palm open. The world around him seemed to crack, and the Rift itself began to shudder. Dark energy swirled around Leon''s fingers, and with an explosion of energy, he thrust his hand forward.

    The Weavers'' twisted form disintegrated instantly, its attempt at manipulation vanishing in a burst of radiant destruction.

    The other Weavers, sensing their defeat, tried to retreat¡ªtried to flee back into the void.

    But Leon had no intention of letting them leave.

    Leon''s power surged again, and this time, he didn''t bother with subtleties. His Origin Conjurere ability opened a rift, pulling the ultimate creatures of the Rift¡ªthose born of the very fabric of creation and destruction. These entities were even older than the Deep Singers, beings that could unravel whole realities.

    He released them into the battle.

    The beings clashed with the remaining invaders. Their bodies pulsed with overwhelming energy that blanketed entire sectors of the Rift in radiant destruction. The Weavers tried to fight back, but they were no match for the sheer force of these summoned titans, each one a manifestation of pure power.

    As the last of the invaders were eradicated, the Rift fell silent. The once-vibrant battleground was now a sea of shattered ships and disintegrating memories.

    Leon stood motionless, his hand still extended toward the empty space where the Weavers had once been. His summons returned to their origin, fading from existence, leaving nothing behind but the quiet hum of the restored city.

    "That was..." Roselia breathed, her voice in awe. "That was incredible."

    Leon nodded, his gaze distant as he looked out over the city. "The Ravelers won''t be the last to come. But we won''t be caught off guard again."

    Behind them, the Choir children''s songs filled the air once more¡ªstronger, brighter, and in harmony with the very fabric of the city. It had been a close fight, but they had emerged victorious, stronger for it.

    Roman clapped Leon on the back, chuckling. "Well, if they are the last to come, we should probably send them a thank-you note."

    Leon smirked. "Don''t get cocky. There are still too many unknowns out there. But for now... Aethralun is safe."

    And with that, the city''s defenses hummed once more, stronger than ever. The team, together, would continue to shape the future of their world.

    The Tideheart pulsed. The city sang.

    Mission Update:Rift Incursion ClearedNew Directive: Continue Restoring the Chorus of Aethralun.

    The waters of the Rift had quieted, but the air was heavy with the weight of what had just transpired. Leon stood at the heart of Aethralun, overlooking the city as the last remnants of the invasion melted away. The resonance of his power still lingered in the air, a reminder of the devastation they had unleashed upon the invaders.

    Behind him, Roman, Liliana, and the rest of the team gathered, their expressions a mixture of exhaustion and awe. Even Millim, usually brimming with energy, stood still, her hands resting lightly on the edge of a broken coral pillar.

    "That was... beyond anything I imagined," Roman said, shaking his head in disbelief. "We didn''t just fight them¡ªwe eradicated them."

    "Didn''t need to fight fair," Leon replied, his voice as calm as ever. "The Rift is ours to command now, but we need to make sure no one else decides to test it."

 Chapter 285 285: Deep Sea Singers IV

    Liliana stepped forward, eyes scanning the horizon. "They weren''t the only threat, Leon. The Weavers... were only the beginning. There are worse things in the Rift, things we can''t even begin to imagine."

    Aqua, standing beside Leon, nodded solemnly. "And yet, for the first time, we have control. This city, this Nexus... it''s a weapon, but it''s also a sanctuary. A place where we can reshape what was lost."

    "The question is," Roselia added, her voice thoughtful, "what do we do with it? If we rebuild Aethralun as it was, we risk falling into the same patterns. We know how the Deep Singers ended, and we know the Ravelers have designs of their own. What''s our move?"

    Leon looked out over the now-quiet city, his expression hardening.

    "We create a new future," he said, his voice unwavering. "One that isn''t bound by the past, but shaped by what we''ve learned. Aethralun won''t be a reflection of the old world¡ªit will be the foundation of something new. And it will stand against whatever comes."

    The team exchanged looks, understanding the weight of Leon''s words. They weren''t just survivors anymore; they were the architects of this new world.

    Tideheart Nexus - Core Revelation

    The team gathered in the Nexus once more, the heart of Aethralun, where the Tideheart still pulsed with an eerie, living energy. They had only just begun to scratch the surface of what this place could do, and Leon''s desire to understand its full potential was growing.

    Liliana and Aqua were already at the central platform, studying the resonant frequencies and the latent memory flows that still coursed through the Nexus. The prismatic sphere at its core shimmered with fragments of lost civilizations and possible futures.

    "This place... it''s more than just a city or even a weapon," Liliana muttered, her voice thick with wonder. "It''s a canvas. A tool to forge reality itself."

    Aqua glanced over at Leon. "What are you thinking?"

    Leon turned to face her, his gaze deep and focused. "We need to secure this Nexus. If we''re going to make Aethralun a true beacon, we need to make sure nothing can ever corrupt it again. Not the Weavers, not the Ravelers, not anyone."

    A sudden pulse rippled through the Tideheart, and a soft, melodic hum filled the air. It was as if the Nexus itself responded to Leon''s words, its energy shifting in recognition.

    "Then it''s time to begin," Leon said, determination in his eyes. "We need to stabilize the core, unlock its true potential. But we also need to find a way to protect it from outside forces. This won''t be easy."

    Roman stepped forward. "So, what''s the plan?"

    Leon smiled faintly. "First, we awaken the Nexus to its full potential. Then, we fortify Aethralun. The city needs to be both a sanctuary and a stronghold."

    The team descended deeper into the heart of the Nexus, traveling through spiraling corridors of glowing crystal and shifting light. Each step they took seemed to stir the ancient forces within the city, amplifying the resonance of their presence.

    As they reached the deepest sanctum, a massive chamber unfurled before them. The walls were etched with ancient runes, and the floor was covered in intricate designs that pulsed with energy, matching the rhythms of the Tideheart. At the center of the room stood an enormous obelisk of crystalline structure, its surface alive with flowing light.

    "This is it," Aqua said quietly, her voice almost reverent. "The heart of Aethralun."

    Leon approached the obelisk, his hand reaching out to touch its surface. The instant his fingers made contact, the obelisk flared with blinding light, filling the chamber with a resonant hum that echoed through their very bones.

    In that moment, visions flooded Leon''s mind¡ªvisions of cities long lost, of the Deep Singers'' rise and fall, of the Ravelers'' twisted machinations. The memory of the original Tideheart came to him, showing the ancient civilization''s intentions to guide the Rift, to create something greater than just survival.

    The vision shifted, and Leon saw the future: the Nexus opening pathways to countless new worlds, each a seed of possibility.

    He withdrew his hand, his expression grim.

    "The Tideheart was meant to be a catalyst for life," he said. "But it was hijacked, corrupted by the same forces that nearly destroyed this world. We need to rebuild it, but we must protect it at all costs. No more experiments. No more half-measures."

    Liliana stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You''re not alone in this. We''ll help you rebuild it."

    Leon nodded, his resolve hardening. "Then let''s begin."

    With the Tideheart now fully awakened, its potential as a force of creation was at their fingertips. But it wasn''t just the city that would be shaped by this power¡ªit was the future itself. The team had unlocked the ability to forge new realities, new civilizations, and new worlds. It was a burden, but it was also an opportunity to rewrite everything that had been lost.

    As they set to work fortifying the city, building new defenses, and establishing the foundations of Aethralun''s rebirth, they knew one thing for sure: whatever came next, they were ready.

    Mission Update:Tideheart Nexus Stabilized

    New Directive: Begin Reconstruction and Expansion of Aethralun.

    Aethralun had been rebuilt, but not in the traditional sense. It wasn''t just the physical restoration of a city¡ªit was the awakening of a living, breathing entity. The Tideheart had been restored to its full resonance, and with it came the possibility of creating, shaping, and bending the very fabric of the Rift itself.

    The team had established the heart of Aethralun as a living sanctuary, a hub where the power of memory, song, and resonance could create new paths, new realities. But with this power came challenges. Not every path was one they could control, and not every memory they encountered was one they wanted to preserve.

    Days Later ¡ª The Nexus Core Reignited

    Leon stood at the central platform of the Nexus, observing the core. It was humming, its energy steadily growing stronger with each passing hour. The last remnants of the Ravelers had been repelled, but the Rift had shown its true nature: a chaotic, untamable force. The more they used the Tideheart, the more it became clear¡ªthis power could either save Aethralun or destroy it.

    "We''ve only begun to scratch the surface," Liliana remarked, her eyes scanning the holographic projections of possible futures that flickered above the Nexus platform. "We need to be careful about what we allow to manifest. If we open too many pathways at once, we could invite more than we can handle."

    Leon''s voice was firm. "Then we take it slow. Focus on one reality at a time. We can shape this world¡ªour world¡ªinto something worth saving."

    Aqua approached, her expression pensive. "And if the Ravelers¡ªor others like them¡ªfind a way to tap into the Tideheart before we''re ready?"

    Leon turned to face her, his gaze unwavering. "Then we''ll stop them. They have no idea what they''re dealing with. If they want to challenge us, they''ll face the full force of what we''ve built here."

 Chapter 286 286: Deep Sea Singers V

    Days passed as the team worked together to stabilize Aethralun. But it wasn''t long before their efforts were tested. A new rupture appeared in the Rift¡ªone that sent a ripple of disturbance through the very fabric of the city. It was a tremor in the living city''s core, and Aqua felt the disturbance before anyone else.

    "I''m sensing something," she said, her voice tinged with unease. "Something coming from deep within the Rift. It feels like an echo of the Weavers, but... different."

    Roman''s eyes narrowed. "What are we talking about? Another invasion?"

    "I don''t know," Aqua replied. "But I can feel it. Whatever it is, it''s not natural. It''s like... something trying to break through from another reality."

    Leon stepped forward, his expression grim. "Then it''s time we confronted it. We can''t let this anomaly threaten what we''ve built. Gather the team. We''re going into the Rift."

    ***

    The team gathered, each ready for the unknown. They suited up in their armor, weapons charged, and made their way to the newly formed Rift gate at the edge of Aethralun. This was no longer a simple foray¡ªit was a challenge to the core of their mission.

    As they stepped through the gate, the world around them seemed to warp, twisting into strange, kaleidoscopic patterns. It was a place between places, a space that defied logic. Reality bent, and each step they took felt like they were walking through a dream, yet every sense was heightened¡ªevery sound, every shift in the air.

    "We''re not in the Rift anymore," Millim whispered. "This... this is something else."

    Liliana''s eyes scanned the shifting, distorted reality. "This isn''t a tear in the Rift. This is a pocket of reality completely separate from the known Rift. If we''re not careful, we might not be able to get back."

    A sudden roar echoed through the warped landscape.

    "That''s not a welcoming sound," Roselia muttered, readying her weapon.

    From the fog and swirling colors emerged creatures unlike anything they had faced before¡ªmassive, ethereal beasts that seemed to be made of pure energy and shadow. They were neither alive nor dead, but some twisted amalgamation of both. Each one bore an eerie resemblance to the Weavers but was far more terrifying, with tendrils of darkness flowing from their bodies like rivers of void.

    The team braced themselves. Leon''s hand crackled with destructive energy as he summoned a high-tier summon¡ªthe Guardian of Resplendent Void, a massive figure made of luminous and dark energies that stood at his side, ready for battle.

    "Fight smart," Leon ordered. "These creatures are nothing like the ones we faced before."

    ***

    The creatures charged, their ethereal forms distorting the very air around them. The team moved as one, coordinated in their attack. Leon, with his mastery over destructive magic, unleashed torrents of energy that tore through the creatures with devastating power, but they reformed faster than they could be destroyed. His Guardian of Resplendent Void struck with precision, each blow sending shockwaves through the creatures'' forms, but they still pressed forward.

    Roman, using his strategic mind, ordered his squad to outmaneuver the beasts, targeting their weak points with calculated precision. "Hit their cores! If we can break their central nodes, we might destabilize them!"

    Millim laughed as she danced through the air, her fighter weaving through the chaos. She launched an explosive barrage from above, breaking the creatures'' formation. "This is fun! Keep them coming!"

    Liliana''s magic wove through the battlefield, sealing wounds and enhancing the team''s abilities. Aqua sang a soft, melodic tune that created a barrier of protective light around them, giving them a chance to regroup.

    But it wasn''t enough. More and more of the creatures appeared, as if drawn by the Nexus''s disturbance. They weren''t just attacking¡ªthey were trying to corrupt the very fabric of reality around them, seeking to rewrite it in their image.

    "This is bad," Roselia said, her voice grim. "They''re not just invading¡ªthey''re trying to take control of the Rift itself."

    Leon''s eyes darkened. "We can''t let them succeed. Not now."

    With a fierce cry, Leon unleashed the full extent of his powers, summoning a cataclysmic wave of destruction that rippled outward like a tsunami of pure energy. The energy shattered the creatures and disrupted the pocket reality itself. The Rift trembled violently, and the sky above cracked open, revealing the familiar stars once more.

    The creatures disintegrated into nothingness, their shadows burned away by Leon''s wrath. The pocket reality unraveled, collapsing in on itself as the Nexus''s power stabilized.

    Breathing heavily, the team regrouped in the now-still Rift, their surroundings returned to normal. The air was thick with the weight of their victory¡ªbut there was also an undeniable sense of dread.

    "We''ve only just begun to scratch the surface of what the Rift can do," Liliana said quietly, her eyes searching the empty void around them. "Whatever that was, it''s only the first wave. There''s more out there."

    Leon looked at the team, his resolve firm. "Then we prepare for it. We''ll keep moving forward. We won''t just survive the Rift¡ªwe''ll master it."

    Mission Update:

    Rift Pocket Reality Stabilized

    New Directive: Strengthen Nexus Defenses and Prepare for Future Anomalies.

    The team''s victory over the Rift anomaly had emboldened the people of Aethralun.

    With the Tideheart stabilized and the threat of immediate destruction passed, Aethralun entered a golden age of exploration and growth. New spires of coral, crystal, and living metal bloomed across the cityscape. Memory-forges and Songgardens were raised, blending the powers of creation and resonance into breathtaking marvels.

    Leon, Aqua, Liliana, Roman, Millim, and Roselia became not just the defenders of Aethralun¡ªbut its architects.

    At the city''s center, the Nexus Arcanum was born: a grand council chamber, temple, and control core all woven into one¡ªa place where the fabric of the Rift could be safely studied, shaped, and defended.

    But even as Aethralun flourished, the Rift remained a wild, breathing entity. It whispered with possibilities¡ªand dangers.

    The team''s victory over the Rift anomaly had emboldened the people of Aethralun.

    With the Tideheart stabilized and the threat of immediate destruction passed, Aethralun entered a golden age of exploration and growth. New spires of coral, crystal, and living metal bloomed across the cityscape. Memory-forges and Songgardens were raised, blending the powers of creation and resonance into breathtaking marvels.

    Leon, Aqua, Liliana, Roman, Millim, and Roselia became not just the defenders of Aethralun¡ªbut its architects.

 Chapter 287: Deep Sea Singers VI

    At the city''s center, the Nexus Arcanum was born: a grand council chamber, temple, and control core all woven into one¡ªa place where the fabric of the Rift could be safely studied, shaped, and defended.

    But even as Aethralun flourished, the Rift remained a wild, breathing entity. It whispered with possibilities¡ªand dangers.

    ****

    One evening, as the Tideheart pulsed with its steady heartbeat, Aqua stood at the highest balcony of the Nexus Arcanum, feeling the currents of the Rift twist in unnatural ways.

    Liliana joined her, a frown creasing her brow."I''ve been running simulations," she said, her voice serious. "There''s a... distortion building at the outer edges of the Rift."

    "Another anomaly?" Aqua asked.

    Liliana shook her head. "No. Worse. It''s like a scar... a wound trying to heal wrong. If we don''t intervene, it could birth something far more dangerous than the Ravelers."

    A shimmering portal opened nearby, and Leon stepped through, a high-tier summon¡ªAstral Wolf Fenrith, a sleek creature of starlight and shadow¡ªpadding at his side.

    "I heard," Leon said grimly. "If it''s a wound, then someone¡ªor something¡ªis digging into it. Preparing to break through."

    Roman and Millim arrived moments later, armored and ready."We''ve been waiting for a real challenge," Millim said, cracking her knuckles eagerly.Roman added, "If it''s something that threatens Aethralun, we''ll end it before it begins."

    The Rift Wound ¡ª Descent into the Abyss

    The team gathered, prepared for deep Rift traversal.

    This wasn''t a normal Rift dive; the distortion was vast, unstable, and corrosive to memory and identity. Liliana worked quickly, weaving protective harmonics around the team to shield them from the warping effects.

    Leon took the lead, his presence a steady anchor for the others.

    They descended into the wounded part of the Rift¡ª

    ¡ªand what they found was not chaos, but order.

    Dark, unnatural towers rose from the Rift floor, built from crystallized memory and frozen time. Strange figures moved among them¡ªentities wearing stolen forms, flickering between different realities, like puppets whose strings had been cut and hastily retied.

    At the center of it all was a throne, floating above a swirling maelstrom of raw Rift energy.

    Seated upon it was a figure cloaked in shifting fragments of existence. It had no true form¡ªonly a patchwork of memories, possibilities, and stolen songs.

    Liliana gasped softly.

    "A Shardlord," she whispered. "A fragment of a forgotten god... something that should never have survived the collapse of the First Rift."

    The Shardlord turned its gaze upon them.

    Voices¡ªnot one, but many¡ªechoed from it.

    "Children of the Tideheart. You dare to bind the Rift to your will? You think yourselves its masters?"

    "I am the Remnant of All Possibility. I am the Rift''s true face. Bow¡ªor be unmade."

    Leon''s expression hardened. His aura flared, warping the water around him with sheer destructive pressure.

    "No," Leon said simply. "You''re just a parasite clinging to what''s left."

    And without hesitation, he raised his hand¡ª

    ¡ªand called forth his full Origin power: the Conjurer''s Armada.

    Above them, rifts tore open in the currents, and from each gate surged beings of unimaginable might¡ªstar-forged dragons, titan knights of memory-steel, elemental sovereigns older than time itself. Each a High Origin Summon under Leon''s command.

    The Shardlord shrieked, a sound that shattered the nearby crystal towers into dust.

    The Final Confrontation Begins

    The battlefield exploded into action.

    Leon''s summoned army clashed with the Shardlord''s legion of twisted realities. Each blow between them sent shockwaves rippling through the Rift.

    Roman led a flanking maneuver with Roselia, targeting the Shardlord''s stabilization nodes¡ªancient spires that anchored it to this reality.

    Millim, riding a summoned Flame Serpent, dove into the heart of the enemy formations, wreaking havoc with joyful abandon.

    Aqua and Liliana, weaving song and memory together, constructed a Reality Cage¡ªa lattice of pure harmonic force¡ªto contain the Shardlord''s influence.

    Leon advanced straight toward the throne, each step a declaration: this Rift, this future, belonged to them.

    The Shardlord lashed out, twisting the laws of existence to strike him down¡ªbut Leon was a master of Destruction Magic. His very being unraveled the false attacks, turning void into light, chaos into form.

    Standing before the throne, Leon summoned his final weapon: The Oblivion Spear, a weapon forged from the collapsed core of a dead Rift.

    With a roar that shook the stars themselves, Leon hurled the spear.

    It pierced the Shardlord''s core¡ªand for the first time, the Rift trembled in awe.

    The Shardlord let out a broken, defeated cry as its stolen forms unraveled, dissolving into harmless stardust and fading echoes.

    The Rift wound began to heal, the towers collapsing, the unnatural distortion smoothing into serene currents once more.

    Victory ¡ª True and Absolute

    The team gathered, weary but victorious, as Aethralun''s resonance embraced them, singing a song of triumph and rebirth.

    Leon turned to the others, his voice steady.

    "This was just a remnant. The Rift holds more like him... worse, maybe."

    "But we''re ready," Aqua said, her eyes shining with fierce pride.

    Roselia grinned. "Let them come."

    Millim spun in the water, laughing. "More toys to break!"

    Roman sheathed his blade, smiling. "Aethralun stands. And it always will."

    Above them, the stars burned brighter than ever¡ªand in the heart of the Rift, a new legend was born.

    New Achievement Unlocked: Woundbearers of the Rift

    Next Objective: Establish Forward Bastions Beyond Aethralun

    Weeks Later ¡ª A New Dawn

    For the first time in living memory, the Rift was quiet.

    No dark fleets.

    No Shardlords.

    No howling anomalies tearing at the edges of reality.

    Only the soft, eternal hum of the Tideheart, beating in rhythm with the city it had chosen to protect.

    From the highest towers of Aethralun, the view stretched endlessly¡ªfields of luminous coral, living gardens in full bloom, gentle currents weaving between sanctuaries of stone, crystal, and song.

    The Rift, once a battleground of survival, was now a sea of infinite possibility.

    Inside the Nexus Arcanum, the team stood gathered before the central Resonance Sphere.

    Liliana''s hands moved deftly across the interface, checking for any final anomalies.

    Aqua floated nearby, her presence still bound tightly to the heart of the city, her song interwoven with the very fabric of Aethralun''s existence.

    One by one, the glyphs lit up:

    [RIFT STATUS: STABLE]

    [ANOMALY LEVEL: ZERO]

    [INVASION THREAT: NULLIFIED]

    [TIDEHEART STATUS: FULLY SYNCHRONIZED]

    Liliana stepped back, her face a mixture of awe and disbelief.

    "It''s done," she whispered. "There are no more threats. No hidden fractures. No lingering enemies."

    The Rift had healed.

    Aqua laughed softly¡ªa pure, musical sound.

    "It''s over," she said, wonder in her voice. "Truly over."

 Chapter 288: Deep Sea Singers VII

    Aqua laughed softly¡ªa pure, musical sound.

    "It''s over," she said, wonder in her voice. "Truly over."

    Leon stood quietly, arms crossed, a deep calm settling over him.

    He had spent so long preparing for endless war, endless struggle. Now... there was only space to breathe. To build. To live.

    Roman leaned back against a pillar, smiling faintly.

    "Guess we''re out of a job."

    "Not out of a purpose," Roselia corrected, smiling. "Our mission just changed."

    Millim punched the air, grinning wildly.

    "Finally! We can make stuff instead of breaking it!"

    Leon chuckled quietly, the tension he''d carried for so long finally lifting from his shoulders.

    He looked around at his team¡ªtheir friends, their family.

    At the Choir children, now laughing freely in the plazas, singing songs of their own invention.

    At Aethralun, gleaming and alive.

    At the endless Rift, now not a battlefield... but a home.

    "We''ve secured the future," Leon said, his voice carrying strength and peace both.

    "And now... we get to write it."

    The Age of Creation Begins

    Over the next months, Aethralun blossomed like never before.

    The team shifted from warriors to architects, dreamers, teachers.

    Aqua taught new generations how to weave songs into living structures¡ªhow to speak not just to the Rift, but with it.

    Liliana unlocked new layers of the Nexus''s technology, helping to grow libraries made of memory, schools where knowledge passed not just through words, but through resonance itself.

    Roman and Roselia trained the next guardians¡ªnot soldiers, but stewards. Protectors of balance.

    Millim helped create playgrounds and arenas¡ªplaces for the young and the daring to stretch their bodies and spirits without fear.

    Leon¡ªhe became something even greater: not a general, but a guide. His summoning abilities birthed entire ecosystems¡ªgardens of light, seas of floating isles, new sanctuaries for any who would seek shelter in the Rift.

    They planted Memory Gardens, where dreams could take root.

    They built Cathedrals of Song, where voices wove the architecture itself.

    And everywhere, the Choir children thrived¡ªchildren of memory and hope, their laughter and songs filling every corner of Aethralun.

    One year after the final battle, Aethralun held its first true celebration.

    The entire city gathered in the Grand Plaza, under the open currents of the starlit Rift. Lanterns of woven coral and living light floated in the air. Music, laughter, and joy rippled outward like tides of life.

    At the center, Leon stood with the others, holding a small shard of the Tideheart¡ªan emblem of the new era.

    He raised it high, and the city answered with a roar of song and light.

    No longer warriors.

    No longer survivors.

    Creators. Builders. Dreamers.

    The Rift, once feared, now sang with them.

    Final System Update:

    [CITY STATUS: HARMONY]

    [CHOIR STATUS: AWAKENED]

    [HEIR STATUS: ASCENDANT]

    [RIFT CONDITION: PEACEFUL]

    " I guess since now this Rift is fully stabilized time to return" leon siad as others nodded, Leon snaped his finger as he created the gateway to outside world.

    The gateway shimmered like the surface of still water¡ªand then, with a ripple of light and resonance, the team stepped through.

    For a moment, all was quiet.

    Then the sky opened around them¡ªbright, sunlit clouds above a vast oceanic expanse. They were no longer in the distorted space of the Rift. They stood atop a stone platform floating just above the ocean''s surface, crystalline beacons marking it as the old Rift anchor site.

    Leon blinked at the open sky, a breeze brushing across his face.

    Aqua inhaled deeply, eyes wide. "Real wind..."

    "Smells like salt," Millim added with a grin, stretching her arms. "I missed air that didn''t sing at you."

    Roselia flicked her hair back, taking in the view. "We''ve been gone a long time."

    Then¡ªLeon''s communication badge flared.

    One tone. Then two. Then dozens.

    Dozens of signals lit up on the team''s comms, blinking in synchronized waves.

    "Multiple pings," Roman said, checking the interface. "A lot of them. Ships. Satellites. Outposts... They''ve all just realized we''re back."

    Liliana''s eyes scanned the flood of identification codes. "That''s not just one nation or one faction. That''s everyone."

    "I know," Leon said, his voice low. "But after becoming a Voidbreaker... I don''t think this is just a normal warning."

    He opened his clenched fist slowly.

    [Voidbreaker Leon¡ªReported at Headquarters]

    The message was brief, but it echoed with urgency.

    Leon couldn''t ignore it. The signals from HQ had become more frequent¡ªmore direct. They weren''t just asking him to report anymore; they were summoning him.

    "Something must have happened," he muttered, frowning as he walked alongside the others.

    As the team prepared to return to the Tower Assembly, Leon made a quiet decision.

    Leon turned to Aqua.

    "Okay, Aqua. Time to return to Spiral Mountain," he said gently.

    Aqua pouted, her small arms crossing over her chest. "But Papa, I also want to play here too!"

    Leon knelt beside her, patting her head with a soft smile. "No, this Tower is dangerous¡ªunlike the Rift. When you''re stronger, I promise I''ll let you play outside, okay?"

    She gave him a grumpy look, cheeks puffed out in protest, but didn''t argue further.

    Leon sighed as he scooped her up. With a flick of his hand, he opened a portal back to Spiral Mountain. He carefully placed Aqua inside and sealed the Rift behind her.

    "She''s going to be mad at you for this," Roselia said from behind, her arms crossed, an amused smirk on her face.

    Leon shrugged. "It''s either that... or her getting hurt."

    With that, he took out his command sigil and tapped into it.

    A massive ripple tore through the sky as a black jade dragon emerged¡ªelegant, powerful, and coiled with dense mana. It let out a low, thunderous growl as it descended.

    Long ago, Leon had used a wyvern as his standard mount. but giving it away as Charity get him a Dragon Rebate.

    Now, it hovered in front of him, shimmering with deep green-black scales that caught the light like polished obsidian.

    Leon leapt up onto its back with ease.

    Roselia followed a moment later, settling into the seat behind him.

    "Let''s see what this Tower wants with a Voidbreaker," he muttered as the dragon rose into the clouds.

 Chapter 289: Void Walkers

    Behind him, Roman summoned his own mount¡ªa Ghost Wyvern, an undead-type creature wreathed in cold mist and flickering with eerie blue flames. Its wings stretched wide, bones reinforced with dark metal, and its eyes glowed with spectral fire.

    Milim, grinning as always, whistled sharply. A crimson Blood Wyvern emerged from a swirling portal, its scales slick and dark like liquid rubies. Its roar echoed across the sky, shaking nearby clouds with sheer raw aggression.

    Liliana and Naval followed suit. From twin pulses of light came their shared mount¡ªa Glass Wyvern, a sleek, elegant creature with semi-transparent scales that shimmered like crystal in the sunlight. It moved with a graceful silence, each wingbeat light and precise.

    In the Tower, wyverns were more than just mounts¡ªthey were lifelines.

    Powerful, airborne, and resilient, they were ideal companions for traversing the ever-shifting floors of the Tower, where terrain could be anything from molten plains to floating islands. With threats lurking behind every spire and ruin, wyverns had become the favored partners of nearly all Ascenders. Their strength, flight, and loyalty made them the most reliable allies one could ask for.

    Leon looked back at his team as they assembled behind him in the skies¡ªeach mounted on a beast worthy of legends.

    "Let''s move," he said, his jade dragon surging forward with a single powerful wingbeat.

    The others followed, their wyverns soaring in formation as they cut through the clouds toward the towering spire ahead¡ª

    The Ascender Headquarters aka Tower Association Building

    The flight didn''t take long. Soon, the sprawling citadel of the Ascender Headquarters came into view¡ª

    a vast tower complex that pierced the clouds, its surface lined with radiant runes and silver-clad observatories.

    Guard wyverns circled the upper levels like silent sentinels, and colossal mana-reactors pulsed within the foundation.

    As Leon and his team approached, automated defense arrays flickered to life¡ªrecognizing them instantly.

    A broadcast tone echoed:

    "Priority Ascenders identified. Sector Gate 4 opening."

    A section of the outer tower rotated with mechanical precision, revealing a landing platform.

    Leon''s black jade dragon landed first, the others following in synchronized precision.

    As soon as Leon dismounted, armored agents in obsidian-gold uniforms approached, their weapons holstered but ready.

    One of them, an officer with silver pauldrons, stepped forward, bowing lightly.

    "Apologies, sir. Protocol requires identity clearance beyond Tier VI."

    Leon nodded calmly. He reached into his coat and pulled out a sleek obsidian shard¡ªhis Voidbreaker ID.

    The moment it activated, a ring of deep violet light pulsed out from the device. The emblem of the Voidbreaker Class, an ever-collapsing star-ring, shimmered mid-air. All agents stepped back instantly.

    "Voidbreaker Leon, status confirmed.

    Clearance Omega-Class.

    Directive override granted."

    The officer''s tone shifted. "Apologies again, sir. The Tower Master is expecting you. This way."

    He gestured toward a tall doorway at the end of the platform. It shimmered and split, revealing a private lift platform guarded by four reinforced Ascender Sentinels.

    Roselia raised a brow. "Hidden floor access, huh? Fancy."

    Leon smirked but said nothing. He glanced back at the group.

    "You guys stay up here. I''ll check what this is about."

    "Sure," Roman replied, leaning against his Ghost Wyvern. "We''ll keep the mounts ready just in case."

    Leon stepped onto the lift, and the doors closed behind him with a soft hiss.

    Inside, the lift was silent, illuminated by soft blue mana-lights. No buttons. No control panels.

    It moved on its own.

    Down.

    Far below the known levels.

    He could feel it¡ªnot just depth, but isolation. A floor unmarked on most maps.

    Hidden even from high-tier Ascenders.

    Finally, it came to a stop.

    A seamless silver corridor stretched out ahead, and at the end¡ªan arched doorway of swirling crystal-metal.

    A voice echoed from nowhere and everywhere at once.

    "Voidbreaker Leon.

    Welcome to Floor Zero."

    He stepped forward, hand at his side, senses sharp.

    Whatever this was¡ªit wasn''t routine.

    As Leon stepped deeper into Floor Zero, the atmosphere shifted.

    It wasn''t like the polished corridors above. This place felt older¡ªlike it was carved from the forgotten bones of the Tower itself. The air shimmered faintly with high-tier mana, and already he could sense it: other powerful presences lingering nearby.

    Voidbreaker-class auras.

    Several Ascenders stood or sat quietly along the curved corridor, all wearing variations of dark cloaks or armored robes. Each radiated tremendous power¡ªmany even stronger than some floor guardians Leon had faced before.

    They turned to glance at him briefly, but none spoke. Only nodded, with a quiet, wordless recognition.

    Then a recording shimmered into life in front of him¡ªprojected from a floating crystal rune.

    "Voidbreaker Leon. Welcome. We''ve been expecting you."

    A tall attendant with white robes and spiral tattoos approached, giving a formal bow.

    "This way, sir. The Floor Master wishes to speak with you directly."

    Leon followed in silence, his senses tuned sharply. Every step forward brought him deeper into the true heart of the Tower''s authority.

    Eventually, he entered a grand chamber filled with floating sigils and softly pulsing energy conduits. At the center, seated elegantly on a raised crystalline throne, was a woman of unmistakable presence.

    She was beautiful¡ªbut not in a fragile way. Her presence was commanding. Light blue hair fell like a silken curtain over armor embroidered with Rift-thread and Voidsteel. A dark crown shimmered faintly on her brow.

    One figure knelt beside her¡ªa powerful pet, curled calmly by her leg. Another stood at her right, armored and silent: her second-in-command.

    Leon immediately recognized her, even before she spoke. The images of her throne room were known throughout the higher Floors.

    She was the Floor Master of Floor 121st of the Tower.

    Leon stepped forward with calm precision and bowed lightly.

    "Voidbreaker Leon, reporting. I greet the Floor Master."

    The woman regarded him with interest, her eyes glinting.

    "So you''re that Leon," she said. Her voice was soft but carried weight.

    " I heard fo you, juts after being appointed you got the highest rating class and even deafeated an General Class Herald" She said as she looked at him.

    " You could ahve easily grown to an powerful figure in years to come howver now I am not sure" She then added as Leon frowned and looked at her.

 Chapter 290 290: Void Walkers II

    "You could have easily grown into a powerful figure in the years to come," the Floor Master said coldly. "However... now, I''m not so sure."

    Leon frowned, his gaze sharpening. "What do you mean?"

    She met his eyes with an expression grim enough to chill the air around them.

    "The war has been declared openly. The entire Tower now knows of the Abominations¡ªand of the Void Walkers."

    Leon straightened, the words hitting him like a blade. "You mean... you''re no longer keeping it discreet?"

    She nodded. "No. The time for secrecy has ended. These creatures, once whispered about in dark corners, are now storming the open gates. And worse..." Her hand slammed down on her armrest, cracking the crystal surface. "Some of the greedy factions across the Tower¡ªthe ones obsessed with power¡ªthey''re already allying with them."

    Leon tensed. "Wait. Void Walkers? I''ve only ever heard of the Abominations."

    She nodded slowly, her tone now solemn.

    "Yes... that''s because the Void Walkers are even worse."

    She stood and began to pace, shadows of old memories flickering across her face.

    "If the Abominations are mindless beasts¡ªgods who fell into madness, devouring existence for hunger''s sake¡ªthen the Void Walkers are something far more terrifying."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Explain."

    "After Tier X, all Ascenders begin to bind themselves to laws¡ªfundamental truths of the universe. It''s the only way to ascend further. The Void Law is one of them¡ªrare and dangerous. Most can''t control it. But these beings... these Walkers... they didn''t just adopt the Void Law."

    She turned to him fully, her voice quiet and cold.

    "They became it."

    Leon froze.

    "Void Walkers are entities¡ªAscenders once human¡ªwho willingly erased their identity, their morality, their very purpose, to become vessels of the Void. They''re not just aligned with emptiness. They are emptiness."

    "They seek to unmake. Not conquer, not control. Erase."

    She looked at him hard. "Understand this, Leon. The Void Law, if mastered responsibly, can be a powerful tool. You, as Voidbreaker, walk that edge. But the Walkers? They crossed it long ago. They are no longer individuals. They are forces. And now... they''ve entered the game."

    "It''s also the reason we call ourselves a secret organization¡ªthe ones who shield the Tower," the Floor Master continued, her voice low but firm. "We are the Void Breakers, not because of the Abominations¡ªthose mindless fallen gods¡ªbut because of the true threat: the Void Walkers."

    Leon nodded slowly, piecing everything together.

    "So... what now?" he asked.

    She shook her head. "You''ve already taken your first steps down a dangerous path. Battles with Void Walkers don''t happen at random. They occur only at the highest tiers¡ªamong those who''ve reached Tier X or above and are bound to powerful laws."

    She looked at him intently. "And you''re still only Tier VI."

    Leon frowned. "So I''m not ready?"

    She sighed. "Not yet. You have power, yes¡ªbut not the depth. You''ll need to grow¡ªfast¡ªif you ever want to face the true Void Walkers and survive."

    She turned, pulling up a projection of the Tower''s structure. A glowing spiral reached skyward, with markings etched across its hundreds of floors.

    "Their main base... and the real war against the Void Walkers and Void-born Abominations... begins at Floor 500."

    Leon stared at the projection.

    "You have your answers for now," she said, looking over her shoulder. "Now it''s time to decide¡ªhow far are you willing to climb?"

    Leon didn''t answer right away.

    He stood in silence, eyes locked on the vast Tower projection floating before him. The spiral of floors now looked less like a challenge and more like a countdown. Every level upward wasn''t just a step toward strength¡ªit was a step closer to a battlefield that could unravel entire worlds.

    Behind him, the other Void Breakers had gone quiet, watching him.

    The Floor Master folded her arms, voice softer now. "We don''t expect you to bear this alone, Leon. But if you choose this path, understand¡ªpast Floor 500, things stop being about victory. It''s survival... against things that shouldn''t even exist."

    Leon exhaled sharply, then turned toward her. "Then I''ll climb."

    A faint smile touched her lips. "I figured you would."

    She handed him a sealed obsidian envelope, lined with silver veins that pulsed faintly with power.

    "This is your authorization. You now have clearance for Deep Ascension Paths¡ªrestricted branches of the Tower only accessible to Void Breakers. More dangerous... but also more rewarding."

    Leon took the envelope and tucked it into his coat. "I''ll be ready."

    As he left the chamber, the heavy doors sealing behind him, Roselia and the others were waiting just outside. They looked up as he approached.

    "You''re not going to like what I learned," Leon muttered.

    Roselia raised a brow. "Try me."

    Leon smirked faintly. "We''re not even halfway through this Tower... and the real enemies haven''t even noticed us yet."

    Milim cracked her knuckles. "Good. I was starting to get bored."

    Roman gave a silent nod, tightening the straps on his weapon harness. "Then let''s get stronger."

    Liliana, who had been quiet, stepped forward. "If Void Walkers truly threaten the fabric of everything... then Aethralun, the Spiral Rift¡ªnone of it will matter unless we''re ready."

    Leon looked at them¡ªhis team. Not just survivors, but legends in the making.

    "Then we climb."

    "Yes, I really want to fight those Void Walkers," Roman said as he lowered his sword, its blade humming with restrained energy.

    Naval rolled her eyes in return, her voice laced with dry sarcasm. "Haah... you don''t even have a single percent of Law Intent in your arsenal, yet you dream of facing Void Walkers?"

    Roman smirked and shrugged casually. "I''ll learn it as I ascend in rank. Isn''t that how it works?"

    Liliana sighed from the side, adjusting the lens of her arcane visor. "Technically yes... but that''s like saying you''ll learn to swim after diving into a maelstrom."

    "Exactly," Roman replied, completely unfazed. "Can''t be a hero without a little recklessness."

    Milim laughed, hopping onto the base of the portal frame. "Well, reckless or not, he''s not the only one excited. Those Void Walkers sound deliciously dangerous."

    Roselia raised a brow. "Deliciously? You plan to eat them now?"

    "No," Milim said with a grin, "but I might enjoy breaking a few of their bones."

 Chapter 291 291: Void Walker III

    Leon, listening to them banter, allowed himself a rare smile. Their fire hadn''t dulled¡ªeven in the face of something as terrifying as a war against Void-touched gods.

    He turned toward the portal again. Its surface rippled like oil over starlight.

    "Let''s not forget," he said, his tone quiet but firm, "this isn''t just about us getting stronger. The higher we climb, the more people we can protect. The more futures we preserve."

    Roselia nodded. "Then let''s make sure we keep climbing."

    "Okay then, let''s go and clear this floor, level up to Limit, and then we''ll dive straight to Floor 250," Leon said as they all nodded in agreement.

    Leon then looked at the Deep Ancient Depths information about this floor. "There are six hidden Dungeons on this floor¡ªpowerful and rare. If we can clear them all, it''ll be worth the effort. Let''s go and clear them and grow stronger."

    She nodded, determination in her eyes.

    The team gathered at the staging platform just outside the entrance to the Deep Ancient Depths¡ªa sprawling zone covered in dense, mist-laden jungle and partially submerged ruins. The atmosphere was thick with arcane humidity, and even the air shimmered faintly with residual energy from ancient battles fought long before any of them had entered the Tower.

    A soft hum resonated from the ground as they activated the region map, revealing six glowing markers scattered across the vast terrain¡ªeach one representing a hidden dungeon.

    "Each of these has its own guardian," Liliana read from the floating glyphs. "And some are keyed to specific elements or intentions. They won''t open unless we meet the right conditions."

    Leon cracked his knuckles, his aura pulsing faintly with destructive intent. "Then we''ll meet them. One by one."

    Dungeon One: The Cradle of Thorns

    The jungle leading to the Cradle of Thorns was not silent¡ªit breathed.

    Dense fog slithered between titanic trees whose bark pulsed with faint bioluminescence. Vines thicker than a grown man''s torso twisted in endless knots, some seeming to shift slightly when unobserved. The air was thick with floral scents¡ªsweet at first, then sour¡ªlike nectar fermenting in moonlight. The whole forest gave the impression of a living, watching presence.

    "Looks like it''s aware of us already," Roselia said, narrowing her eyes.

    Liliana scanned the area, her Resonance Lens shimmering over one eye. "It''s more than aware. This entire dungeon is semi-sentient. It reacts to emotional states¡ªespecially fear."

    Millim snorted. "Then lucky for us, I''m not afraid of a bunch of angry vines."

    Leon''s voice was steady, but serious. "Keep your mental barriers up. Don''t let it read your fear signature. The last thing we need is a dungeon that anticipates our next move."

    First Layer: The Vine Labyrinth

    As they entered the dome, the flora closed behind them like a jaw snapping shut.

    The entrance gave way to a shifting maze of thorn-covered vines. The walls grew taller as they walked, cutting off the light. Thorny tendrils reached out at random, testing their reactions, brushing against skin and armor like curious fingers.

    Naval drew her rapier and slashed one such vine cleanly in half¡ªonly to have it regrow within seconds.

    "It regenerates," she muttered.

    "Not just that," Liliana added, placing a hand on the vine and closing her eyes. "It learns. Every time we cut or burn one, it stores the method of attack."

    Roselia traced a pattern in the air and ignited a thin line of silver flame, burning a path ahead. "Then we''ll need to keep changing our tactics. No repetition."

    Millim, however, surged forward with a burst of chaotic energy, cracking the ground beneath her. "Let it adapt to this!"

    Her chaotic aura disrupted the pattern-sensitive vines, throwing the labyrinth into disarray. For a brief window, the path ahead unfolded like petals.

    They ran.

    Second Layer: The Carniflora Basin

    The path opened into a circular basin, lined with thorny lilies the size of wagons. Pollen filled the air in thick golden clouds, and every breath tugged at their senses with subtle hallucinogenic effects. Illusions started forming¡ªwhispers, familiar faces, painful memories.

    Roman stood still, blinking slowly. "I... hear my sister."

    Leon immediately cast a veil of null-resonance around the group. "Don''t listen. It''s a lure."

    From the lilies rose the Carniflora, massive flower-beasts with snapping maws hidden beneath petals. They struck with vine-tentacles, each attack guided by the team''s faltering emotional states.

    Millim took point again, laughing as she shattered one with a spinning punch that released a shockwave of raw force. Naval weaved through the attackers like a dancer, her blade slicing vines before they could fully emerge. Liliana hummed a short, powerful phrase, encoding a sharp emotional dissonance that temporarily stunned the predators.

    When the last Carniflora collapsed, their remains dissolved into pink mist. A spiraling stairway of braided vines emerged, leading down.

    Third Layer: The Grove of Judgment

    Darkness. Total and unnatural.

    This layer was silent and pitch-black, save for glowing nerve-like roots pulsing beneath the translucent ground. The path ahead was uncertain, and every step weighed heavier than the last.

    Then the Thornbeast arrived.

    It didn''t emerge¡ªit formed from the grove itself.

    A towering monstrosity of bark, muscle-vine, and thorns, with an almost humanoid face grown from twisted flora. Its eyes glowed with green psychic fire, and its presence pressed on their thoughts like a hand squeezing the skull.

    "Fear-based psychic pulses," Roselia hissed. "It''s trying to induce panic."

    Leon gritted his teeth. "Fall into formation."

    The Thornbeast roared¡ªa scream of nature scorned¡ªand lunged.

    Millim surged forward, striking its shoulder with a chaotic-enhanced fist, but the blow only staggered it. Its vines slammed into Roman''s shield, throwing him backward into a wall. Naval tried to pierce its core, but the creature split its body around the blade and reformed behind her.

    Liliana snapped open her spellbook, glyphs of emotional reinforcement wrapping the team in psychic armor. "Focus! Lock your minds!"

    Aqua''s voice came faintly through Leon''s comms. "Papa... don''t lose your harmony."

    He closed his eyes briefly.

    Then opened them¡ªburning with Voidbreaker light.

    He whispered a single invocation.

    "Ruin Conjuration: Scourgelight Wolf."

    A rift opened, and a massive black-and-silver spectral wolf burst forth, its eyes glowing violet. The Thornbeast turned¡ªhesitated.

    The wolf pounced.

    While the Thornbeast wrestled with the conjured guardian, Leon and the others closed in. Millim struck its legs, Naval pierced its central nerve stalk, and Liliana overloaded it with a harmony rupture.

    Leon leapt high and drove his fist¡ªcharged with destructive energy¡ªstraight into the Thornbeast''s head.

    It shattered like glass.

    Dungeon Core Chamber

    The grove trembled. Vines pulled away to reveal a crystalline heart¡ªgreen and gold¡ªsuspended in a cluster of glowing roots.

    [Vineheart Core ¡ª Claimed]

    [Artifact Gained: Vineheart Pendant]

    [Effect: Amplifies life magic and plant-based control abilities by 150%]

    Millim stepped forward, yanking the glowing pendant free with a satisfied grin. "Now that was fun."

    The dome of the Cradle of Thorns slowly receded, revealing the jungle sky above once more. Fresh sunlight poured into the cleared basin, and the heavy pressure lifted.

    "One down," Leon said, adjusting his coat. "Five more to go."

    Roselia smiled faintly, brushing a few thorns from her cloak. "Let''s not make them wait."

    The team turned as one¡ªtoward the second dungeon.

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    Dungeon Two: The Monolith of EchoesAn ancient vault built from obsidian memory-stone, hidden deep within the canyons of Floor 200. A place where sound shapes reality¡ªand silence kills.

    The Descent Into Silence

    They arrived at dusk.

    The canyon''s mouth was vast and scarred, like the jawbone of some long-dead god. Echoes didn''t behave properly here. Footsteps rang with a delay. Voices warped and doubled back. The deeper they ventured, the more the air seemed to listen.

    At the canyon''s heart stood the Monolith¡ªa pillar of black stone reaching into the clouds, surrounded by floating shards of mirrored obsidian. Glyphs pulsed across its surface in harmonic intervals, some screaming softly in foreign tones.

    Roselia winced. "It''s layered with dissonant song-traps. Echo magic. If we speak without control, it could turn our words against us."

    Leon''s brow furrowed. "A dungeon that weaponizes sound... that''s cruelly elegant."

    Liliana nodded. "This place doesn''t fight your body. It dismantles your voice¡ªyour self."

    Millim cracked her knuckles. "Good thing I mostly punch things."

    Roman smirked. "You yell while punching, remember?"

    First Trial: The Hall of Reflections

    As they entered the monolith, they found themselves in a long corridor lined with obsidian mirrors. Each step triggered audio illusions¡ªfragments of their own past words, twisted and reused against them.

    "I can''t do this."

    Leon froze. That was his voice. A recording from the early days of the Rift Wars, when he''d first lost comrades.

    The mirrors flared with resonance and struck him with psychic backlash. He stumbled¡ªonly for Roman to pull him upright.

    "It''s using guilt. We must not react emotionally," Roman said, stepping forward calmly.

    Naval unsheathed a slender dagger made of clear aethersteel and slit her palm¡ªthen pressed the blood against the mirror.

    The reflection warped and shattered.

    "A blood-for-truth sacrifice," she said. "This place honors pain given freely over pain remembered."

    One by one, they followed suit, choosing their own truths: confessions spoken in whispers, blood-offerings drawn from scars. They passed the Hall of Reflections as shards fell like broken lies behind them.

    Second Trial: The Chamber of Static Choirs

    The next chamber was circular and cavernous. Choirs of invisible beings sang from above¡ªhundreds of them, discordant, maddening. Each note struck at their sense of self, fraying memory and intent.

    Liliana dropped to her knees. "It''s unweaving thought... fracturing it into incoherence."

    Aqua¡ªher voice projected through Leon''s linked badge from the Spiral Rift¡ªsang a single tone in response. A lullaby.

    The moment her note pierced the dissonance, a brief gap formed¡ªa moment of unity between the voices.

    Leon seized it. "Follow me. Match my pitch."

    He began to hum¡ªnot with perfect tone, but with unwavering certainty. One by one, the others joined in. Their harmonized song rose like a defiant blade.

    The chamber reacted violently¡ªwalls cracked, invisible choirs screamed¡ª

    And then silence.

    The noise collapsed in on itself, and a spiraling staircase of obsidian formed.

    "Good job, Papa," Aqua said softly through the link.

    Third Trial: The Echo Lord

    At the summit of the staircase lay the core arena: a perfectly spherical room. In its center floated the Echo Lord¡ªa humanoid wraith of sound and shadow, faceless and tall, its limbs made of drifting resonance threads.

    It did not speak.

    Instead, it recorded the team''s speech, gestures, and thoughts¡ªthen countered with exact inversions. It mirrored Leon''s spells with anti-versions. Reflected Roman''s strikes with perfect parries. Mimicked Roselia''s formations a split-second before she commanded them.

    Liliana cursed. "It''s anticipating us because we''re giving it the patterns. We have to fight like we''ve never fought before¡ªunpredictably."

    Millim grinned. "That''s my specialty."

    She hurled herself at the Echo Lord, not with practiced techniques but chaotic strikes¡ªoff-rhythm punches, reversed spins, feints into feints. The Echo Lord reeled, confused by the erratic tempo.

    Leon followed with conjurations that broke form¡ªsummoning incomplete weapons, unstable rifts, wild spirals of void-ice and memory-light. Roselia danced with inverted formations, creating attack zones that looked like defenses.

    Slowly, the Echo Lord faltered.

    Finally, Naval landed a silent, well-placed thrust directly into its core¡ªa void in the center of its chest that had never spoken.

    The creature shuddered¡ªthen collapsed into pure white noise.

    Dungeon Core Chamber

    At the center of the room, the obsidian folded inward, revealing a crystal seed pulsating with layered harmony.

    [Monolith Core Claimed]

    [Artifact Gained: Echobrand Sigil]

    [Effect: Grants user immunity to sonic attacks and ability to reflect one spell per combat encounter]

    As the chamber stabilized, the mirrored shards along the walls flickered¡ªthen showed a glimpse of the past: the original builders of the Monolith. They were singers, not warriors¡ªscholars of voice who tried to imprison silence itself to protect their memories from the Rift''s devouring hum.

    "Now it makes sense," Liliana whispered. "The dungeon wasn''t meant to kill. It was a vault of identity."

    Leon stood quietly, placing a hand on the Sigil. "They died trying to hold onto who they were."

    Roselia met his gaze. "And now we carry it forward."

    Back outside, the canyon wind sang low and peaceful.

    Two dungeons cleared. Four to go.

    But in the distance... something stirred beneath the sand. Watching.

    Waiting.

    Leon didn''t look back. "Let''s move."

    Dungeon Three: The Forge of Midnight BladesBuried beneath a desert of black glass and obsidian winds, the third hidden dungeon was one spoken of in whispers among ascenders¡ªa place where weapons dream, and shadows remember.

    Entry into the Glass Wastes

    The team stood at the edge of the Obsidian Wastes, where the very sands shimmered like broken mirror dust. Wind howled across the plain, carrying shards that could shear bone. Above, no stars gleamed¡ªonly a twilight sky locked in perpetual dusk.

    "This whole area''s been scorched by something ancient," Roselia said, crouching to study a fractured obsidian ridge.

    "Not scorched," Liliana corrected, brushing her hand along a glass tree turned to fossil. "Melted. The records said the Forge of Midnight Blades was once the battlefield of fallen weapon-gods. Their wills bled into the sand. It created this."

    At the desert''s heart, a spire of forged steel rose, wrapped in chains of molten ore and held aloft by spinning black rings. This was the entrance¡ªunlocked only by willpower and metal.

    Leon approached, drawing his void-steel blade. The closer he came, the more the blade trembled.

    "It remembers this place," he murmured.

    A glyph flared at the spire''s base:

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    "It remembers this place," he murmured.

    A glyph flared at the spire''s base:

    [Only Those Who Carry a Weapon Born of True Conflict May Enter]

    Each team member stepped forward, unsheathing their signature weapons. Roman''s silence-forged claymore, Roselia''s mind-thread bow, Millim''s chaos-wrapped fists, and Liliana''s harmonic blade. The spire responded with a low, resonant hum¡ªand opened.

    First Chamber: The Blade Garden

    They stepped into a vast field where blades grew like flowers¡ªstuck upright in the earth, each one humming with a faint echo of memory. Some sang of victories. Others wept.

    A large obsidian knight blocked their path¡ªheadless, but very much alive. Its armor was rusted black, its hands holding twin warblades shaped like lightning bolts.

    As they prepared to fight, the knight didn''t attack immediately.

    Instead, it threw a blade at Roman''s feet.

    "A duel?" Roman blinked, then cracked a rare grin. "Fine by me."

    As Roman picked up the blade, the knight mirrored him. The moment the duel began, no one else could move¡ªa law of the chamber enforced it.

    Each strike Roman dealt was answered with more brutal counters, the knight adapting to his every move. Roman began using footwork patterns from Roselia''s training, mixing in false strikes from Millim''s style.

    Still, the knight endured.

    Until Roman whispered a single word, "Hiraeth"¡ªa code phrase from Leon''s teachings¡ªand used a void-laced feint that bent the knight''s rhythm.

    With one brutal cleave, he shattered its core.

    The garden faded, leaving behind a trail to the next chamber¡ªand a new weapon etched with Roman''s name: Glassfang, the Memory Blade.

    Second Chamber: Furnace of the Fallen

    The next hall roared with heat¡ªan eternal blacksmith''s crucible, where spectral smiths hammered phantom steel on anvils of starlight.

    A massive crucible-core hovered above a pit of seething metal. From it rose weapon-spirits¡ªlost blades from history, enraged and looking for wielders.

    "We have to calm them," Liliana said. "Or destroy them."

    The team split into pairs:

    Millim grappled a spiral-axe that pulsed with old Berserker rage, matching it scream for scream until it recognized her madness as kin.

    Roselia dueled a sun-threaded spear, outmaneuvering its radiant pulses with shadowy feints.

    Naval faced a floating silver stiletto, small but cruel, and subdued it with cold logic and perfect parries.

    Leon stepped into the crucible''s heart and faced Tarsin, the Sword-Will of Dusk¡ªa sentient greatsword lost to time. It launched itself at him, humming with betrayal.

    "You were forged to kill kings," Leon muttered. "But I serve no throne."

    Their clash shook the chamber¡ªresonant shockwaves crashing into the walls as void magic flared from Leon''s Origin.

    He overpowered the blade not with force, but with understanding¡ªhe let it taste his will, a Voidbreaker''s core: self-forged, free, absolute.

    The sword bent.

    Accepted him.

    He held it high.

    [Tarsin the Unbound] ¡ª Claimed.

    Final Trial: The Bladekeeper''s Memory

    At the final chamber, a massive obsidian mural awaited¡ªdepicting a woman with twelve arms, each wielding a weapon, seated on a throne of rusted swords.

    As they stepped forward, the mural breathed, and from it emerged a figure: the Bladekeeper, forged from memory, wielding the last twelve legendary weapons crafted in the Forge.

    She spoke no words.

    Instead, she attacked.

    A blur of weapon styles, overwhelming and graceful, she came down on the team with everything¡ªhammer, whip, scythe, dagger, bow, and more. Each phase of the fight changed her form.

    Roman anchored the team, tanking earthshattering blows with Glassfang''s parry shield.

    Millim struck during wild phases, her unorthodox style confusing even the Bladekeeper.

    Roselia and Naval weaved coordinated formation strikes to interrupt key moves.

    Liliana manipulated harmonics mid-battle to dull the edges of some of the legendary weapons.

    Leon, calm and silent, waited.

    Until¡ª

    The Bladekeeper raised all twelve weapons in a glowing storm.

    That was his cue.

    Leon unleashed his Voidbinding Art: Absolute Severance, a slash of such metaphysical weight it unraveled the concept of her attack.

    She froze¡ªthen knelt.

    And smiled.

    "You are worthy."

    Dungeon Clear:

    [Dungeon Core Stabilized]

    [Unique Reward Unlocked: Bladekeeper''s Ring]

    Grants wearer adaptive weapon affinity¡ªallows seamless mastery of any weapon held for longer than five seconds.

    As the dungeon faded, the weapons in the Forge sang once more¡ªnot of grief, but of recognition.

    Three dungeons cleared.

    And the team... had just begun to truly ascend.

    Leon turned toward the horizon. "Three more to go."

    Millim laughed. "I hope the next one fights back harder."

    Liliana smirked. "Careful what you wish for."

    Roselia narrowed her eyes. "Because I think I just saw something move beneath the sixth moon."

    And from far above... a blade-shaped shadow began to descend.

    Dungeon Four: The Labyrinth of the Forgotten KingBeneath the veiled ridges of Floor 200''s hollow mountains, buried under cursed stone and folded space, lay the next hidden trial¡ªonce a royal tomb, now a fractured mindscape where time lost its way and kings forgot their own names.

    Descent into the Forgotten Realm

    The entrance wasn''t marked. It revealed itself only when Liliana traced a fading harmonic pulse¡ªan echo only a Resonance-tier harmonicist could perceive. A spiraling staircase of shifting stone unfurled beneath a dead tree, opening a path into the darkness.

    "This isn''t a labyrinth of walls," Liliana whispered as they descended. "It''s a labyrinth of memory."

    Millim grinned, cracking her knuckles. "Then I''ll punch the bad memories right out of it."

    Leon chuckled. "You might have to."

    At the bottom of the stair, the air changed. Warmth faded. Sound dulled. The team passed through a shimmering veil and emerged in a world of grayscale and flickering shadows¡ªa broken palace caught between moments.

    There were no obvious enemies.

    Only mirrors.

    Thousands of them.

    First Trial: The Halls of Reflection

    Each mirror reflected not their faces¡ªbut distorted versions of themselves¡ªchoices not taken, sins committed, victories never won. These weren''t illusions. They were fragments, pulled from possible timelines and given form.

    One by one, the team was pulled into isolated chambers by their own mirrors:

    Roselia faced a version of herself who had embraced cold ambition and sacrificed her entire squad for a strategic win. The fight wasn''t physical¡ªit was a test of belief. Only by holding to her values did she dispel the mirror.

    Millim''s reflection mocked her recklessness, showing a version of herself that burned everything¡ªfriends, allies, the world¡ªfor fun. Millim destroyed it with sheer will, shouting, "I don''t break what I love!"

    Roman met a version who abandoned the team after early failure. A coward. He didn''t speak. He simply cut it down.

    Naval confronted a twisted version of herself that used calculation to manipulate and betray. Her response? Cold, efficient execution.

    Liliana''s mirror tried to seduce her into becoming the Rift''s archivist¡ªa figure who watched all, saved none. She walked away, whispering, "We aren''t meant to record history. We''re here to make it."

    Leon met no mirror. Instead, the hallway whispered: There are no regrets in your soul, Voidbreaker... only purpose. And the mirrors stepped aside.

    When the team regrouped, their reflections had vanished¡ªand the path ahead opened.

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    Second Trial: The King''s Spiral

    They entered a vast throne room twisted into an impossible spiral, its walls made of frozen time, where each step forward was also a step backward in memory.

    At the center, sat the Forgotten King.

    A massive figure, draped in torn gold, crowned with stars gone dim. His sword was rusted through, impaled in the stone before him. He did not move. He did not speak.

    Until the team approached.

    Then the throne cracked¡ªand time screamed.

    The King''s voice echoed in fragments.

    "Why... do you... seek my crown... if you do not know your name?"

    A wave of Temporal Unmaking hit them all, forcing each into visions of past battles¡ªfailures they had buried.

    Leon alone remained unaffected.

    He strode toward the king.

    "You gave up. We never will."

    The king''s eyes glowed¡ªfragments of ancient will¡ªand his shattered sword rose into the air, reforging in his grasp.

    Boss Battle: Forgotten King, Last Heir of the Spiral Throne

    The battle was not linear.

    Each phase shifted the battlefield through broken timelines:

    Phase 1: Knight of the Golden Path ¡ª A past version of the king, full of valor, wielding holy light. Naval and Roselia disrupted his spellcasting while Roman took blows head-on.

    Phase 2: King of Conquest ¡ª A tyrant version, wielding a burning greatsword and time-warp abilities. Millim, grinning, matched his aggression, trading blows and laughs.

    Phase 3: Hollow Monarch ¡ª The present form. A ghost clinging to power, wielding a blade that erased moments from history. Liliana anchored the team with harmonic stabilizers while Leon stepped forward for the final duel.

    Leon clashed with the Hollow Monarch in a silence beyond time. Void magic flared as he matched the King''s disappearing strikes¡ªuntil he opened his Origin and whispered:

    "Let your crown fall."

    With a single Voidbreak, Leon shattered the King''s blade and caught the falling crown before it touched the ground.

    Dungeon Cleared:

    [The Crown of the Forgotten King] ¡ª Claimed by Leon

    An artifact of memory and resolve. When worn, grants immunity to temporal effects and increases command over time-based anomalies.

    [Echo Core Acquired: Spiral Throne Stabilizer]

    A legendary core needed to unlock the next path toward Floor 250.

    As the spiral throne disintegrated into starlight, the grayscale faded from the world. Time realigned. The palace was gone¡ªbut the crown remained in Leon''s hand, now bound to him by fate and right.

    The team stood in silence for a moment.

    Then Roman muttered, "Okay... that was the weirdest one yet."

    Liliana smiled faintly. "And the most dangerous."

    Roselia looked toward the horizon, her voice quiet. "Two left. The last ones must be beyond even this."

    Leon placed the crown inside his storage ring.

    "Then let''s meet them head-on."

    Dungeon Five: The Altar of Silence

    Hidden beneath a dead sea of obsidian glass, where no sound travels and even thoughts become faint, the fifth dungeon lay sealed beneath aeons of stillness. It was a place where even the gods once held their breath.

    Entry into the Still

    The team stood at the edge of the obsidian basin¡ªa black mirror that reflected nothing. No wind. No movement. Even Millim''s hair, which always fluttered with her excess energy, hung limp.

    "This place is wrong," she muttered, gripping her wyvern spear tighter.

    Liliana stepped forward, holding up the map. "There''s no door, no runes... but if we resonate together¡ª"

    Leon raised his hand. "Wait."

    He unsheathed his blade and pressed its edge into the obsidian.

    Silence screamed.

    A thin fracture spidered across the glass and opened like a vertical pupil, revealing a void-lit stairway spiraling downward.

    One by one, they descended.

    The Rules of Silence

    Upon entering the dungeon proper, a message bloomed across their vision in pale runes:

    [Dungeon Protocol: Altar of Silence Initiated]

    Communication Disabled. Resonant Thoughts Muted. Sound Nullified.

    Only Will Survives.

    They tried to speak¡ªno sound came.

    They tried to project thought¡ªmet with static.

    Even Aqua, usually humming or singing within Leon''s mental link, had gone quiet.

    "Great," Roselia mouthed. "No magic signals either."

    They relied on gestures now. Battle signs. Tactical nods. The barest of eye flickers.

    This place didn''t just block communication¡ªit devoured identity. Each step deeper into the altar made them feel... less. Less distinct. Less them.

    The Maze of Still Echoes

    The dungeon sprawled into a complex of floating stone paths suspended in silent twilight. No monsters. Just pressure. An oppressive force that pushed into their minds, trying to erase memories.

    Each hallway was a test¡ªnot of strength, but of endurance of self.

    The group split briefly into pairs:

    Millim and Roman faced a sequence of memory-draining glyphs. Millim had to burn her own chaotic essence to shield Roman, who began forgetting even his own name until she fed raw flame into his spirit core, reigniting his anchor.

    Liliana and Naval crossed an illusion field where false paths tried to trap them in loops. Liliana drew from the Spiral Throne stabilizer''s time-memory to trace the true path.

    Leon and Roselia walked a narrowing corridor that bled away concepts¡ªfirst their memories of sound, then of light, then of purpose. Leon simply grabbed Roselia''s hand and used a low Void pulse¡ªnot to destroy, but to define. The space recoiled from it.

    They all reconvened at the true altar.

    The Altar of Silence

    It was a monolith.

    A great obsidian altar flanked by two statues¡ªone screaming, one weeping. Neither made sound.

    Above it floated the dungeon''s final guardian:

    The Warden of the Unspoken, a formless presence wrapped in unraveling language, its body composed of forgotten words, unsung songs, and erased names.

    The Warden attacked not with claws or blades¡ªbut with negation. It erased attacks before they landed. It unmade memory of spells before they could be cast. Every swing of its force deleted some part of the air or floor or soul.

    The team had to fight without being able to speak, think clearly, or even be fully remembered.

    Naval was the first to adapt, setting up a rhythm of pulses via ground taps to communicate tactics.

    Millim hurled herself in recklessly, getting erased three times¡ªbut her chaotic soul regenerated in defiance of definition.

    Roselia used shards of her own memory as weapons¡ªsummoning phantom echoes of their past selves to bind the Warden temporarily.

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    Roman held the frontline, shielding others, as the Warden tried to unmake his presence¡ªonly for him to stand taller, arms wide.

    But it was Leon who ended the fight.

    He stepped into the Warden''s unmaking field, eyes calm, and whispered¡ªnot aloud, but with his Void Law pulsing through his very aura:

    "Let there be stillness no more."

    And then, with a single wave of his hand, he broke the Warden¡ªnot by destroying it, but by naming it.

    "You were Silence. Now you are History."

    The Warden screamed¡ªone last void-echo¡ªand shattered.

    Dungeon Cleared:

    [Relic Obtained: Sigil of the Unspoken]

    A soul-warding artifact that allows the bearer to resist cognitive and identity-based effects. Grants immunity to mind erasure and silence zones.

    [Dungeon Core: Absolute Resonance Shard]

    A rare enhancement crystal that amplifies the user''s essence rather than their energy¡ªallowing for clean ascension past artificial class limits.

    As sound slowly returned, the party sat in the stone silence.

    Millim flopped back and groaned. "That. Was. Awful."

    Roman offered a short, dry laugh. "Can we go back to the dungeons where we get to punch things?"

    Leon smiled faintly. "One more to go."

    Liliana stood, eyes gleaming.

    "Then let''s meet whatever waits in the last dungeon¡ªand prove we belong past Floor 250."

    Dungeon Six: The Breathless Forge

    Hidden at the base of a petrified volcano¡ªone that hadn''t erupted in eons because it had no more fire to give¡ªlay the final and most challenging dungeon of this floor. Unlike the others, this one was ancient not in ruin, but in still-burning purpose.

    Descent into the Hollow Flame

    The team arrived at the edge of a crater whose depth vanished into shimmering heat and mirage. A massive gate, scorched black and sealed with golden veins, stood silently at the base. As they approached, it reacted not to touch or key¡ªbut to resolve. One by one, they placed their hands on the surface.

    [Trial Acknowledged: The Breathless Forge Accepts Only Those Who Burn True]

    The gate split down the middle, opening like a furnace mouth, and they stepped into a descending tunnel of charred obsidian, its walls glowing faintly with living embers.

    The Crucible Path

    This dungeon was not structured like the others¡ªit was linear, one way forward, and each chamber was more intense than the last. The environment itself tested them: heat that bypassed defenses, air so thin it couldn''t be breathed, mana fields that refused to obey normal logic.

    A system prompt confirmed their suspicion:

    [This Dungeon Forbids External Power]

    [All Spells, Summons, and Artifacts Weakened by 70%]

    [Only Inner Flame Survives]

    Millim blinked. "So... we fight with nothing but our own will?"

    Leon chuckled. "No. We reforge ourselves."

    One by one, they crossed into the first chamber.

    Trial One: The Armor Breaker

    They were stripped¡ªliterally and magically¡ªof all defenses.

    A giant automaton, molten and silver-blooded, awaited. It wielded a hammer that could break a soul''s shell, not just a body''s.

    Naval went first, evading with sheer calculation. Roselia followed, using a rhythm of martial memory to read its strikes.

    But it was Roman who ended it. He let the automaton strike him directly¡ªand endured, cracking its hammer on his bare soulshield. He retaliated with a single punch, enhanced only by his will to protect.

    Victory: Fragment of Endurance Acquired

    Trial Two: The Ember Mirror

    A room of endless flames¡ªeach flicker showed a version of them consumed by failure.

    Liliana stared into one and saw herself surrounded by tombstones of the Choir children.

    She broke her own mirror with a cry, "I will never fail them!"

    Each member had to face a personalized vision of loss and overcome it¡ªnot by denial, but by choosing to stand again.

    Millim emerged last, her hands trembling.

    "I saw... everyone dead. Even me."

    Leon offered a hand. "But you''re still here."

    They moved on.

    Victory: Fragment of Clarity Acquired

    Trial Three: The Breathless Forge

    The final chamber was a vast anvil platform floating in a sea of living stars.

    In its center hovered a humanoid being¡ªneither elemental nor divine, but forged essence incarnate.

    The Forgekeeper, a smith who had not created weapons in millennia, now stood ready to test whether the party deserved one.

    "Strike yourselves upon the anvil. You will not be reforged unless you shatter first."

    One by one, they stepped forward.

    Roselia shattered her reliance on future-sight, forging a new kind of intuition.

    Roman let go of the need to follow. He forged a path to lead.

    Liliana gave up the memory of her fear. And from it, gained focus.

    Naval abandoned perfection. She accepted calculated imperfection, and found new adaptive strength.

    Millim shattered her mask of chaos. Beneath it? Fierce devotion. Unbreakable fire.

    Leon stepped up last.

    The Forgekeeper raised an eyebrow. "You carry the Void. You should not burn."

    Leon smirked. "I don''t burn. I ignite."

    He struck the anvil with a burst of Voidfire¡ªhis law folding into a refined paradox. From that moment, his Tier VI class advanced subtly, partially unfolding into a Tier VII Protoform¡ªan Origin-Ascended.

    The Forgekeeper knelt.

    "You are worthy."

    Dungeon Cleared:

    [Relic Acquired: Corebrand Ember]

    Allows user to brand a personal spell, weapon, or summon with an identity-level enhancement¡ªgranting it evolution across tiers.

    [Dungeon Core: Breathless Flame Spark]

    Increases growth rate of Law Comprehension and reduces resistance during Tier Ascension.

    As they exited the chamber, the Breathless Forge crumbled¡ªnot in defeat, but in fulfillment. Its duty was done.

    Above, the obsidian volcano pulsed once more¡ªits core no longer dead, but alive.

    Post-Dive

    The six dungeons now cleared, Leon and the others gathered atop a high mesa looking over the ever-shifting terrain of Floor 200. Power radiated from each of them¡ªnot raw or wild, but refined. Earned.

    "We''ve hit our limit here," Roselia said, flexing her fingers, energy dancing around them. "We need the next floor."

    Leon nodded. "Floor 250. The Mid-Spine."

    Liliana pulled out the tower''s map crystal. "It''s where the real war begins. Between gods, voidwalkers, and those trying to remain human."

    Millim grinned. "Then let''s climb. Burn brighter. And show them what real evolution looks like."

 Chapter 296: Obsidian Expanse

    Some Ants were tall and armored, almost like humanoid tanks¡ªclearly warriors¡ªwhile others, smaller and more agile, worked as traders and craftsmen. Their chittering language mixed with broken Common as they interacted with outlanders like Leon''s group.

    "This is amazing," Millim said, her eyes wide as she ran up to a stall filled with hovering crystal insects¡ªtame "Echo Beetles" that recorded sound and could replay it in song or speech. "Weird, but cute!"

    Naval was already deep in discussion with a merchant about the structural design of a floating blackstone cube that levitated and rotated using pure body-force resonance¡ªan invention that had nothing to do with mana.

    "These guys really evolved their bodies instead of relying on magic," she muttered, impressed. "It''s a completely different cultivation paradigm..."

    Leon moved through the market slowly, observing everything. He passed a vendor selling armor made from molted Ant-plate¡ªdark, sharp-edged, and astonishingly light. Another stall sold raw minerals, many of which were unrecognizable even to him: glowing ember-stones, whispering metals that vibrated with pressure, and clear chunks of "Voidglass," harvested from dimensional rifts beneath the floor.

    Roselia walked beside him, her hand in his, silent for a moment. Then she nodded toward a nearby stall.

    "Look at that."

    A weapon merchant had displayed a sword made of something that looked like obsidian, but shimmered with a faint, red-gold pulse. Leon approached and tapped it. It didn''t sing with mana like most weapons, but it responded to his presence¡ªas if it read the tension in his muscles.

    "Muscle-reactive blade," the Ant merchant said proudly, clicking his mandibles. "No magic. Just pure forged intent. Made from Deep Spine Ore."

    Leon nodded. "Impressive craftsmanship. You guys really don''t mess around."

    The Ant simply nodded in return. "Strength is our mana."

    Just then, Roman appeared carrying a crate of fruit-like minerals that glowed faintly. "These are edible. Weird, right? They don''t rot. Apparently, they store energy like batteries."

    Millim popped one into her mouth without hesitation. "Mmh! Tastes like lightning!"

    As they continued browsing, a small chime echoed through the air¡ªa tonal pulse that made every Ant in the area pause.

    Roselia''s eyes narrowed. "What was that?"

    One of the Ant guards turned toward them. "Announcement tone. A Challenger has entered the Central Arena."

    "Arenas?" Roman grinned. "Now that''s something we do understand."

    Leon smirked. "Let''s check it out. Maybe it''s time to test ourselves against one of their champions."

    The market shifted around them as whispers spread. The Tower might have different rules on this floor, but strength still spoke loudest¡ªand someone was calling for it.

    Leon and the others followed the murmurs and movement of the Obsidian Ant citizens toward the far edge of the market, where a grand tunnel¡ªcarved with care and reinforced with obsidian ribs¡ªdescended deeper into the floor''s core. The tunnel led into what was called The Shard Crucible, the Obsidian Ants'' famed Central Arena.

    The Crucible wasn''t just a fighting pit. It was a cultural monument¡ªa coliseum forged from volcanic crystal and resonant stone, laced with glyphs that vibrated subtly with body-energy instead of mana. Every inch of the arena was designed to respond to power, to amplify pressure and intent.

    When the party emerged onto the observation ring, a sea of Antfolk already filled the stands. Obsidian Ants cheered, their clattering mandibles and stomping limbs echoing like war drums. Down in the arena, two massive warriors were locked in combat¡ªone wielding gauntlets of ribbed obsidian, the other using only his bare, iron-like hands.

    The gauntlet-user lunged¡ªand was slammed into the ground so hard the arena cracked.

    The crowd roared.

    "That was a ''Crush Fall'' technique," Naval said, narrowing her eyes. "He''s not using mana at all. Just channeling force directly into his bones and muscles. Brutal."

    "They refine their bodies to the limit," Roselia murmured. "Everything they do is about pressure¡ªliteral and metaphorical."

    Leon''s eyes followed the victor as he turned, raised one fist, and declared something in their language.

    A nearby translator crystal echoed in broken Common:

    "I seek the Outsiders. Let them prove the strength of their path."

    The crowd quieted... then turned toward Leon''s group.

    Roman cracked his knuckles. "I think we''re the ''Outsiders.''"

    Leon stepped forward. "No point hiding. Let''s show them what we''re made of."

    They descended to the arena floor, the air heavy with expectation. The announcer¡ªan armored Ant with chitin-plated antennae¡ªclicked and whirred as a crystal floated above him.

    "Floor 300 welcomes new Ascenders. By tradition, a Trial of Strides must be honored. Outsiders may face our champions to earn respect, access to the Sacred Forges, and rights of deeper passage."

    The crowd began stomping rhythmically.

    Leon smirked. "Let''s make this quick."

    The Trial of Strides

    Leon was first to enter the circle, facing the same Ant warrior from before¡ªa towering, plated figure with four arms and muscles like woven steel.

    The Ant warrior bowed. "Outsider. Prove the worth of your flesh."

    Leon didn''t speak. He raised a hand, and in an instant¡ªa rift in space cracked open.

    A massive humanoid being stepped from the void: a war-golem wrought from moon-metal and Voidsteel, an Origin Conjure known as Mourne Sovereign, standing three stories tall and burning with heatless flame.

    The Ant crowd fell silent.

    Leon''s voice rang through the Crucible: "You wanted strength. Face mine."

    The warrior charged, his steps pounding with pure pressure¡ªbut before he could even reach Leon, Mourne Sovereign moved.

    A single swing.

    A concussive blast of air followed. The Ant warrior was thrown into the wall with enough force to crack it, and slid unconscious to the floor.

    Silence.

    Then¡ªthunderous stomping applause.

    "Outsider Leon! Conqueror of the First Stride!"

    "Will you continue the challenge?" asked the announcer.

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "What are the benefits?"

    The announcer chuckled darkly. "Kekeke, I was hoping you''d ask that."

    He leaned forward, voice echoing slightly through the amplification crystal.

    "If you manage to reach the Top 100 in our arena rankings, we will teach you the secrets of Body Force¡ªthe special form of energy we''ve developed to strengthen our bodies beyond mana."

    He then added with a gleam in his multifaceted eyes, "The higher you climb in the rankings, the more advanced Body Force cultivation techniques you will gain access to."

 Chapter 297: Tower Floor 300

    After finishing up the last floor, the whole squad descended to Floor 300.

    With Leon now at level 578 and a Tier VI Ascender, he was more than powerful enough for this floor.

    And even if he wasn''t, his Origin Conjurer ability allowed him to summon someone powerful enough to help him against even the strongest foes.

    As the team arrived on Floor 300, a pressure unlike any they had felt before settled over them. The air was thick with magical density, as if the floor itself resisted their presence. Black spires of obsidian jutted from the landscape like the bones of a long-dead world. The sky above was a swirling canvas of deep crimson and shattered stars¡ªan endless twilight locked in a state of dying light.

    Leon stepped forward first, the ground crackling faintly beneath his boots.

    A system prompt appeared:

    [Welcome to Floor 300 ¨C Obsidian Expanse]

    Threat Classification: Calamity Grade

    Apex Entity Detected: "The Cinder Crown ¨C Warlord of the Endless Pyre"

    "Cool," Leon mumbled as he waved off the notification.

    From Floor 300 onward, the Tower''s structure began to change drastically. Unlike the earlier tiers where floors resembled simple worlds where everyone can live, these upper levels had evolved into full-fledged worlds¡ªeach one vast, self-contained, and inhabited by unique and powerful races.

    Floor 300, the Obsidian Expanse, was no exception.

    Unlike the lower tiers, which allowed free roaming and settlement by any ascender, these advanced levels had long been claimed¡ªeach floor ruled or shaped by a dominant species. On this floor, it was the Obsidian Ants.

    They were a humanoid ant race, their bodies armored like living amethysts and obsidian. These beings did not rely on mana in the conventional sense. Instead, they cultivated their bodies¡ªrefining bone, muscle, and carapace into perfect biological weapons.

    The Obsidian Ants were one of the few species in the Tower capable of killing powerful enemies using sheer physical force alone, without casting a single spell or using a skill. Their strength and durability rivaled most mid-tier ascenders, and their warriors were feared across multiple floors.

    This floor wasn''t just a battleground¡ªit was a realm.

    The deeper Leon and his group traveled into the Tower, the more it became clear: this wasn''t a linear ascent. The Tower wasn''t just a dungeon. It was a layered universe¡ªa cosmos of worlds, each floor a sovereign dimension with its own laws, civilizations, and dangers.

    As they descended into the Obsidian Expanse, the temperature subtly shifted. The air grew dense, warm, and charged with earthy energy. Jagged black cliffs stretched out over a horizon of molten rivers and obsidian forests. The sky was a hazy crimson, lit not by a sun, but by glowing crystal formations embedded in floating rock isles above.

    "Feels like the air itself weighs more here," Roman muttered, adjusting his cloak.

    "It''s the gravity field," Liliana replied, scanning the terrain with a crystal map. "The Obsidian Ants evolved under high-pressure conditions. Even their cities are built into cliffs and volcanic ridges to reflect that."

    Leon narrowed his eyes at the sprawling black fortress city in the distance¡ªa series of hive-like towers carved straight into the obsidian mountainside. "That''s our stop."

    Obsidian Hollow ¡ª The Capital Hive

    They arrived at the outer district of Obsidian Hollow, the capital city of the floor. At the gates, guards covered in dark shell armor eyed them with stoic precision. Instead of weapons, they carried long glaives forged of bone-glass and heat-hardened volcanic alloys.

    One stepped forward. "Visitors from above. Purpose?"

    Leon showed his Voidbreaker emblem. "Exploration. Temporary stay."

    The guard''s compound eyes flickered in recognition. "Approved. Stay clear of Inner Hive. Outsiders not permitted past the core."

    They were let in without further conflict.

    Inside, the city was a marvel of organic engineering. Buildings seemed grown more than built¡ªvaulted halls made from volcanic resin and crystallized ashbone. Giant worker ants walked alongside humanoid citizens, tending to forges, harvesting crystal crops, and engaging in heated sparring matches across the open arenas.

    Even the inns here were different¡ªstructured like spiraling tunnels, embedded in the city''s outer walls.

    Leon led the group to a local inn known as the Magma Root, carved into a cooled lava vein. A soft hum of thermal energy passed through the walls, providing warmth and low light.

    The innkeeper, an elderly Obsidian Ant with a polished carapace and golden eyes, greeted them with a nod.

    "Travelers from above. Rare. You wish to stay?"

    "Yes," Leon said, pulling a pouch of Rift Crystals from his inventory. "Three rooms. No interruptions."

    The keeper took one glance at the crystals and clicked approvingly. "Accepted. You may take the west-wing chambers. Meals are harvested moss bread, crystal broth, and pyroworm roast."

    Millim tilted her head. "Pyroworm? That sounds spicy!"

    Roselia smirked. "Don''t eat it raw this time."

    They unpacked and settled in, the team finally able to relax after the intense climb and dungeon clears from earlier. Outside, distant training drums beat in slow rhythm¡ªsignaling the Ant warriors entering nightly combat rites.

    Leon sat on a carved obsidian couch near the window, watching the molten river flow far below. His mind churned¡ªnot just with strategy, but with curiosity.

    "Something on your mind?" Roselia asked as she came near, settling onto Leon''s lap while he gently caressed her back.

    "Yeah," he murmured. "I''m wondering how many more insane things we''ll have to fight as we keep ascending."

    "Hmm," Roselia nodded, resting her head against him. Then she glanced up. "By the way, why do they call us ''people from above''?"

    "According to a book I read," Leon replied, "the Obsidian Ants used to live much deeper in the underground. But over time, they beagn to live on the surface. So now, when they say ''people from above,'' they mean anyone is not from their race, even if we were to come from lower floor then them"

    After a few more minutes of quiet rest, the two rose from their seat. The warm, ambient glow of the inn''s crystal-lit ceiling faded behind them as they stepped out into the bustling heart of the Obsidian Spire Market¡ªan underground metropolis carved directly into the living blackstone of the mountain floor.

    Despite the fortress-like structure of the Obsidian Ants'' architecture, the market was anything but lifeless. The place buzzed with motion and energy. Towers of obsidian gleamed with faint luminescence, and thick mist curled through the alleyways, illuminated by bioluminescent fungi. Antfolk of all sizes scurried between stalls, bartering with hardened precision.

 Chapter 298: Champion Arena

    Despite the fortress-like structure of the Obsidian Ants'' architecture, the market was anything but lifeless. The place buzzed with motion and energy. Towers of obsidian gleamed with faint luminescence, and thick mist curled through the alleyways, illuminated by bioluminescent fungi. Antfolk of all sizes scurried between stalls, bartering with hardened precision.

    Some Ants were tall and armored, almost like humanoid tanks¡ªclearly warriors¡ªwhile others, smaller and more agile, worked as traders and craftsmen. Their chittering language mixed with broken Common as they interacted with outlanders like Leon''s group.

    "This is amazing," Millim said, her eyes wide as she ran up to a stall filled with hovering crystal insects¡ªtame "Echo Beetles" that recorded sound and could replay it in song or speech. "Weird, but cute!"

    Naval was already deep in discussion with a merchant about the structural design of a floating blackstone cube that levitated and rotated using pure body-force resonance¡ªan invention that had nothing to do with mana.

    "These guys really evolved their bodies instead of relying on magic," she muttered, impressed. "It''s a completely different cultivation paradigm..."

    Leon moved through the market slowly, observing everything. He passed a vendor selling armor made from molted Ant-plate¡ªdark, sharp-edged, and astonishingly light. Another stall sold raw minerals, many of which were unrecognizable even to him: glowing ember-stones, whispering metals that vibrated with pressure, and clear chunks of "Voidglass," harvested from dimensional rifts beneath the floor.

    Roselia walked beside him, her hand in his, silent for a moment. Then she nodded toward a nearby stall.

    "Look at that."

    A weapon merchant had displayed a sword made of something that looked like obsidian, but shimmered with a faint, red-gold pulse. Leon approached and tapped it. It didn''t sing with mana like most weapons, but it responded to his presence¡ªas if it read the tension in his muscles.

    "Muscle-reactive blade," the Ant merchant said proudly, clicking his mandibles. "No magic. Just pure forged intent. Made from Deep Spine Ore."

    Leon nodded. "Impressive craftsmanship. You guys really don''t mess around."

    The Ant simply nodded in return. "Strength is our mana."

    Just then, Roman appeared carrying a crate of fruit-like minerals that glowed faintly. "These are edible. Weird, right? They don''t rot. Apparently, they store energy like batteries."

    Millim popped one into her mouth without hesitation. "Mmh! Tastes like lightning!"

    As they continued browsing, a small chime echoed through the air¡ªa tonal pulse that made every Ant in the area pause.

    Roselia''s eyes narrowed. "What was that?"

    One of the Ant guards turned toward them. "Announcement tone. A Challenger has entered the Central Arena."

    "Arenas?" Roman grinned. "Now that''s something we do understand."

    Leon smirked. "Let''s check it out. Maybe it''s time to test ourselves against one of their champions."

    The market shifted around them as whispers spread. The Tower might have different rules on this floor, but strength still spoke loudest¡ªand someone was calling for it.

    Leon and the others followed the murmurs and movement of the Obsidian Ant citizens toward the far edge of the market, where a grand tunnel¡ªcarved with care and reinforced with obsidian ribs¡ªdescended deeper into the floor''s core. The tunnel led into what was called The Shard Crucible, the Obsidian Ants'' famed Central Arena.

    The Crucible wasn''t just a fighting pit. It was a cultural monument¡ªa coliseum forged from volcanic crystal and resonant stone, laced with glyphs that vibrated subtly with body-energy instead of mana. Every inch of the arena was designed to respond to power, to amplify pressure and intent.

    When the party emerged onto the observation ring, a sea of Antfolk already filled the stands. Obsidian Ants cheered, their clattering mandibles and stomping limbs echoing like war drums. Down in the arena, two massive warriors were locked in combat¡ªone wielding gauntlets of ribbed obsidian, the other using only his bare, iron-like hands.

    The gauntlet-user lunged¡ªand was slammed into the ground so hard the arena cracked.

    The crowd roared.

    "That was a ''Crush Fall'' technique," Naval said, narrowing her eyes. "He''s not using mana at all. Just channeling force directly into his bones and muscles. Brutal."

    "They refine their bodies to the limit," Roselia murmured. "Everything they do is about pressure¡ªliteral and metaphorical."

    Leon''s eyes followed the victor as he turned, raised one fist, and declared something in their language.

    A nearby translator crystal echoed in broken Common:

    "I seek the Outsiders. Let them prove the strength of their path."

    The crowd quieted... then turned toward Leon''s group.

    Roman cracked his knuckles. "I think we''re the ''Outsiders.''"

    Leon stepped forward. "No point hiding. Let''s show them what we''re made of."

    They descended to the arena floor, the air heavy with expectation. The announcer¡ªan armored Ant with chitin-plated antennae¡ªclicked and whirred as a crystal floated above him.

    "Floor 300 welcomes new Ascenders. By tradition, a Trial of Strides must be honored. Outsiders may face our champions to earn respect, access to the Sacred Forges, and rights of deeper passage."

    The crowd began stomping rhythmically.

    Leon smirked. "Let''s make this quick."

    The Trial of Strides

    Leon was first to enter the circle, facing the same Ant warrior from before¡ªa towering, plated figure with four arms and muscles like woven steel.

    The Ant warrior bowed. "Outsider. Prove the worth of your flesh."

    Leon didn''t speak. He raised a hand, and in an instant¡ªa rift in space cracked open.

    A massive humanoid being stepped from the void: a war-golem wrought from moon-metal and Voidsteel, an Origin Conjure known as Mourne Sovereign, standing three stories tall and burning with heatless flame.

    The Ant crowd fell silent.

    Leon''s voice rang through the Crucible: "You wanted strength. Face mine."

    The warrior charged, his steps pounding with pure pressure¡ªbut before he could even reach Leon, Mourne Sovereign moved.

    A single swing.

    A concussive blast of air followed. The Ant warrior was thrown into the wall with enough force to crack it, and slid unconscious to the floor.

    Silence.

    Then¡ªthunderous stomping applause.

    "Outsider Leon! Conqueror of the First Stride!"

    "Will you continue the challenge?" asked the announcer.

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "What are the benefits?"

    The announcer chuckled darkly. "Kekeke, I was hoping you''d ask that."

    He leaned forward, voice echoing slightly through the amplification crystal.

    "If you manage to reach the Top 100 in our arena rankings, we will teach you the secrets of Body Force¡ªthe special form of energy we''ve developed to strengthen our bodies beyond mana."

    He then added with a gleam in his multifaceted eyes, "The higher you climb in the rankings, the more advanced Body Force cultivation techniques you will gain access to."

 Chapter 299: Champions Arena II

    Leon''s eyes narrowed slightly, the challenge lighting a fire behind them.

    "I accept," he said simply, stepping forward as the surrounding crowd of Obsidian Ants murmured with interest.

    The announcer grinned wider, antennae twitching. "Then welcome, outsider... to the Colosseum of Black Stone. Let''s see if your kind can survive our crucible."

    The first match started just minutes later. Leon stood alone in a wide obsidian arena, surrounded by towering antfolk and glowing glyphs etched into the arena walls. Above, floating crystal panels displayed his name.

    [Rank 998 ¨C First Challenger: Skarn the Carapace]

    A towering Obsidian Ant stepped into the arena. His exoskeleton was reinforced with hardened lava-like plating, and when he slammed his fists together, a shockwave cracked the stone beneath.

    "Body Force Initiated," the announcer said.

    Skarn''s muscles expanded, his outer shell glowing faintly with crimson lines as energy coiled through his limbs. The crowd roared.

    Leon didn''t move.

    The announcer called out, "Begin!"

    Skarn shot forward like a freight train, fists raised.

    Leon lifted one hand.

    A black glyph unfolded beneath him¡ªDestruction Magic: Impact Layer.

    As Skarn''s fist came down, it struck an invisible wall of compressing gravity and shattered instantly. The ant reeled in pain, but before he could retreat, Leon raised his other hand.

    Origin Conjurer: Gate of Embers.

    A crimson summoning circle opened beside him, and from it emerged a lithe humanoid figure wrapped in molten armor¡ªAshbrand, one of Leon''s mid-tier war spirits.

    "Subdue."

    Ashbrand blurred forward, landed a knee into Skarn''s gut, and with a single burning palm, launched him into the wall with explosive force.

    [VICTORY ¨C Leon]

    The crowd gasped.

    Over the next several hours, Leon climbed rapidly. His abilities were far beyond anyone expected. For each rank, his summons shifted¡ªhe used:

    Bonewing, a skeletal dragon spirit, to crush armored opponents.

    Mirror Hound, a reflective elemental that bounced physical strikes.

    And when he faced groups, he used Pulse Spires, autonomous resonance sentinels, to lock down the battlefield.

    His title updated quickly:

    [Current Rank: 251]

    Between battles, he was given short rest periods. Roselia and Liliana watched from the private box above, while Roman and Naval placed bets¡ªquietly amazed at how efficient Leon had become.

    But when the break before Rank 250 came, Leon sat down, breathing steadily. Not exhausted, but... focused.

    Millim dropped in beside him, bouncing slightly. "Having fun?"

    He smirked. "A bit. They''re durable, I''ll give them that."

    A tall Obsidian Ant in ceremonial robes approached. "Your strength... is impressive. You''re about to enter the Top 250¡ªa threshold where Body Force users truly fight like walking disasters. Do not hold back."

    Leon stood, cracking his neck.

    "I never do."

    [Colosseum of Black Stone ¨C Rank 250: Varnak of the Shattered Shell]

    The arena grew eerily silent.

    Varnak was unlike the others Leon had faced¡ªtowering nearly three meters tall, his body was wrapped in jagged obsidian plating etched with battle scars. Each breath he exhaled hissed like steam escaping cracked rock. From behind his back, he drew two massive arm-blades formed from compressed volcanic ore.

    The announcer''s voice echoed louder than before, clearly taking this more seriously:

    "This is Varnak, the Breaker of Thirty¡ªformer champion of Floor 300. He stands as the Gatekeeper to the Top 250!"

    From the crowd came a reverent hush. Even the ant spectators straightened their posture.

    Leon stepped onto the field calmly. No fear. No arrogance. Just the glint of purpose in his eyes.

    Varnak growled lowly. "You''re no ant, no heir to the Blackstone Flesh. But you''re fast, clever... dangerous. That''s why I won''t hold back."

    "Begin!"

    Varnak charged like a falling mountain. Each footstep cracked the floor, and his twin blades whistled through the air like sonic booms.

    Leon didn''t dodge.

    Instead, he raised his hand¡ªDestruction Magic: Event Horizon.

    A sphere of implosive force burst outward, distorting space around Varnak just enough to ruin his momentum.

    But the ant-warrior adapted fast. He let the wave carry him, twisting mid-air and hurling one of his blades like a comet. It struck Leon''s barrier, cracking it with a thunderous shriek.

    "He''s strong," Leon muttered, smirking. "Good."

    He stepped forward, summoning:

    Origin Conjurer ¨C Call Forth: Sable Monarch.

    A massive obsidian lion, plated in steel flame and shadow, burst from a violet sigil and roared. Its mane was molten, and its roar knocked back Varnak by sheer sonic pressure.

    Leon followed immediately, sword drawn, infused with Resonant Breaker''s Edge¡ªa technique that laced sound and space together.

    They clashed mid-arena in a spray of sparks and crushed stone.

    Varnak screamed, and his entire body ignited with internal energy. His armor cracked¡ªon purpose¡ªas new, glistening layers of carapace emerged beneath.

    "True Body Force Form ¨C Obsidian Bloom."

    Spikes erupted from his arms, back, and legs. His body looked less like a humanoid now and more like a living war-fortress.

    He barreled toward Leon, adapting mid-fight, countering spells with pure force. One punch dented the air. The second shattered part of the arena wall.

    Leon responded by summoning two support constructs¡ªStarfield Arbiters, floating crystal orbs that fired beams of space-compressed light.

    He combined his own attacks with them: Chrono Lash, Void Step, and a mix of anti-armor spells.

    In a final exchange, Varnak lunged¡ªand Leon appeared behind him.

    With one hand on Varnak''s back, he whispered:

    "Collapse."

    A point of gravity crushed down at Varnak''s core from within.

    BOOM.

    Dust exploded. The arena cracked into four.

    When the smoke cleared, Varnak was on one knee¡ªhis shell fractured, his blades snapped.

    He looked up... and laughed.

    "Now that''s a fight."

    [VICTORY ¨C Leon | Rank Increased: 250 ¡ú 197]

    As Leon walked back to the waiting chamber, a figure stood at the corridor exit.

    An elder Ant, wearing a shimmering robe adorned with black crystal, gave a shallow bow.

    "You''ve entered the Top 200. From this point on... you may be taught the First Discipline of Body Force Cultivation: The Core Breathing Pulse."

    Leon accepted the offered crystal scroll.

    He turned, saw Roselia and the others waiting.

    "197... not bad for a first run," he said with a smirk.

    Roselia smirked back. "You planning to take Rank 1?"

    Leon shrugged. "Maybe. But first... I want to know what this Body Force can really do."

 Chapter 300: Body Force

    The crystal scroll Leon received unlocked a private chamber deep beneath the arena¡ªpart gym, part spiritual forge. The chamber pulsed with rhythmic vibrations, mimicking the internal tempo of the ants'' unique Body Force Cultivation.

    Core Breathing Pulse was unlike any technique Leon had learned before.

    Where magic and summoning drew on external forces¡ªmana, origin planes, spirits¡ªBody Force stemmed from within. It required syncing your heartbeats, breath, and muscle strain into a living circuit of power.

    Each breath cycle compressed his muscles, hardened his bones, and circulated vitality through his core.

    He sat cross-legged on a blackstone mat. Sweat rolled down his back as the first transformation began¡ªnot magical, but visceral.

    Roselia watched from the training platform above. "You''re changing."

    Leon opened his eyes, now flickering with a faint obsidian hue. "I can feel it. My body''s not just stronger¡ªit''s more efficient. It''s like learning how to breathe again... but with power."

    [Meanwhile ¨C Market Square, Above the Arena]

    Millim, Roman, and Naval explored the Obsidian Bazaar. Black-crystal fruits, enchanted bone tools, and living armor-pods were traded like gold.

    Roman pointed to a rack of gauntlets with pulsing veins.

    "These... are living gear?" he asked.

    The merchant-ant clicked his mandibles. "Yes. They grow with the user. Fused with Body Force resonance, they repair themselves. Some even evolve."

    Millim snatched a fiery-orange pair shaped like dragon claws. "I want these."

    "They bite," the merchant warned.

    Millim grinned. "So do I."

    [Back Underground ¨C Breakthrough]

    Hours into his training, Leon''s body convulsed once as a surge of heat coursed through him.

    His skin steamed. His heartbeat slowed¡ªthen stabilized. The Core Breathing Pulse locked into perfect rhythm.

    [New Trait Acquired: Body Core Initiated]

    He stood slowly, fists clenched, the ground beneath cracking with each step. No spell. No aura.

    Just power.

    Roselia blinked. "You didn''t even chant."

    "I don''t need to."

    As they returned to their inn, a sealed obsidian envelope awaited Leon.

    Inside: a dark invitation engraved with shimmering lines.

    "To the Challenger of Rank 197¡ª

    You are invited to the Top 100 Blood Trial."

    "Survive. Overcome. Endure.

    Earn the next Body Force Technique: The Tenfold Shell Pulse."

    Below was a mark only known to elite ascenders: a sigil of a single eye, cracked down the middle.

    Leon looked up. "They''re watching now."

    Roselia frowned. "Who?"

    Leon folded the note. "The ones deeper in the Tower. The ones preparing for the war the Floor Master warned us about."

    [Top 100 Blood Trial ¨C The Arena of Echoing Bone]

    Leon stepped into a colossal underground coliseum, carved from pure obsidian and laced with runes that pulsed in rhythm with the earth itself. Above, thousands of ant-like spectators watched in eerie silence. The Top 100 Blood Trial was sacred¡ªone of few events where even the Obsidian Queen herself might observe.

    Roselia, Millim, Roman, and Naval stood in the observation hall, their gazes fixed on the battlefield below.

    From the darkness, the Trial Announcer''s voice echoed:

    "Challenger 197¡ªLeon, the Summoner. Step forward."

    Leon exhaled slowly and walked toward the blood-marked center circle. A ripple of mana and pressure rose around him¡ªnot his own. It was his opponent''s.

    Across the field emerged a towering figure, plated in obsidian carapace, rippling with sheer muscle and intensity.

    Rank 88 ¨C Khar''Zuun the Bone Titan.

    An elite among the Obsidian Ants. Taller than Leon by nearly two meters, and with a hammer-sized fist that crushed stone effortlessly. No mana. No spells.

    Only Body Force.

    Without a signal, Khar''Zuun charged. The ground exploded beneath his dash. His right fist came down like a meteor.

    Leon didn''t dodge.

    Instead, he met it with his own.

    BOOM!

    The collision released a shockwave that cracked the arena''s edge and shook the pillars above. Both fighters were pushed back¡ªbut Leon only slid two meters.

    Khar''Zuun grunted. "Not bad, outsider."

    Leon smiled faintly. "You haven''t seen bad yet."

    He activated Core Breathing Pulse, and the obsidian hue returned to his skin. Then he layered Void Compression¡ªa technique of his own Origin¡ªtightening his muscles until his entire body functioned like a pressurized cannon.

    They charged again.

    This time Leon ducked low and launched upward with a shoulder slam.

    KRAK!

    Khar''Zuun staggered, his left mandible cracked. He roared and spun, landing a heavy knee into Leon''s ribs, sending him flying.

    Leon crashed against the arena wall, blood spitting from his mouth. He wiped it off and grinned.

    "Your knees are tougher than I thought."

    The crowd began to chant now¡ªa low, rhythmic beat.

    Khar''Zuun entered Titan Form, his carapace thickening, his fists growing dense and black like onyx. A glowing red sigil lit his chest¡ªthe symbol of the Tenfold Shell Pulse.

    Leon narrowed his eyes.

    "Guess I''ll have to show mine."

    He extended his hand¡ªand summoned a black seal in the air behind him. A violet rift split open, and from it emerged a figure wrapped in spiraling bandages and gold¡ª

    Zar''Kur, the Silent Warlord.

    An Origin summon¡ªTier VII, a war god of strength and momentum.

    The crowd gasped. Even Khar''Zuun''s eyes widened.

    Leon pointed forward.

    "Break his stance."

    Zar''Kur flashed forward and collided with Khar''Zuun in a burst of motion. Their strikes shattered the air itself¡ªeach blow thunderous, grinding, raw.

    Leon dashed in behind, leaping over both and landing a crushing palm into Khar''Zuun''s chest¡ª

    Void Pulse Breaker.

    A direct strike to the core.

    KRAAAAAK!

    Khar''Zuun flew backward, smashing into the far wall, unconscious before he hit the ground.

    Silence.

    Then, thunderous applause.

    The announcer''s voice rang out.

    "Leon, the summoner, has passed the Trial. Rank 88 confirmed!"

    Leon panted, sweat pouring down his brow, but his eyes were still sharp. He dismissed Zar''Kur and walked slowly to the center.

    A black pedestal rose before him. Upon it¡ªa scroll.

    Tenfold Shell Pulse ¨C Body Force Technique.

    "The body becomes the weapon. Each strike is reinforced tenfold. Each defense, a fortress."

    As he took it, a voice echoed in his mind¡ªancient, wise, and heavy:

    "Ascend, Voidbreaker. The Tower waits for none."

    "But we are waiting fro you, waiting to feast on your flesh"

    "we await your arrival"

 Chapter 301: Body Force II

    Leon stepped out of the arena''s stone gates, the cheers still echoing behind him. His body ached from the clash, but his mind was burning¡ªfocused entirely on the scroll now clutched in his hands.

    Roselia rushed over the moment he cleared the boundary, throwing her arms around his waist.

    "You reckless idiot," she muttered into his chest.

    He laughed, wincing a little. "That''s me."

    Roman whistled. "You just steamrolled Rank 88 with a summon and a single technique. That''s gotta be a record."

    Millim leaned over his shoulder, eyes locked on the scroll. "So, is it worth it?"

    Leon unrolled the scroll slightly. Gold-etched letters shimmered along its length, but the language wasn''t written in standard glyphs¡ªit was raw body cultivation script, powered by tactile resonance. Just holding it made his veins buzz.

    Tenfold Shell Pulse (Tier 1):

    Every strike executed while this technique is active carries the weight of ten. Every hit taken distributes force through the body''s internal lattice, reducing direct damage. Increases internal durability, bone density, and muscle tensile strength by 300% at initial mastery.

    Naval peered over as well. "No mana... it''s pure body refinement. This would make even mages monstrous in close combat."

    Leon nodded. "And that''s just the first rank. I''d wager the top ten fighters in this city have mastered Tier 3 or beyond."

    ***

    Back at the inn, Leon sat cross-legged in the training chamber provided to ranked challengers. Strange gravity flowed here¡ªdenser, heavier¡ªdesigned to help cultivate body force.

    He stripped his upper armor off and began the Tenfold Shell Pulse breathing pattern. Every breath burned. Every cycle twisted his muscles inward like coils being compressed. Bones popped. Sweat poured.

    An hour passed. Two. Five.

    Then¡ªhe heard it.

    Crack.

    His spine snapped into alignment. His lungs expanded. His muscles pulsed, the sensation of raw presence anchoring him deeper into the earth.

    [Shell Pulse Initiated: Tier 1 Resonance ¨C 22% Mastery]

    Leon stepped out of the chamber to find the others seated around a map of the Obsidian Expanse. Their table was littered with vendor trinkets, training manuals, and local cuisine¡ªodd, spiced stone-fruit and roasted insect meat.

    Roselia looked up. "How was training?"

    "Brutal," Leon replied, sitting. "But I''ve got the technique started."

    Roman tapped the map. "Good. Because I found the next arena¡ªRank 70 and up. But it''s a death circuit. No summons allowed. Pure body combat."

    Leon grinned. "Perfect place to test Shell Pulse."

    Naval added, "And the arena is right by the entrance to the Obsidian Queen''s palace... if we keep rising in ranks, we might get a direct audience."

    Roselia leaned on his shoulder. "They might even share advanced cultivation methods."

    Leon looked at each of them in turn. "Then let''s hit Rank 50 next."

    Millim punched the air. "Now you''re speaking my language!"

    ***

    The next day, the sun never rose¡ªthe Obsidian Expanse was a cavernous biome, lit only by radiant crystals blooming like stars across the ceiling. The city never slept. And in the deepest quarter of that sleepless city, the Death Circuit stood waiting.

    The arena breathed.

    A deep, almost inaudible hum vibrated beneath Leon''s bare feet, as if the obsidian beneath him recognized the gravity of what was about to unfold. The Death Circuit wasn''t just a battleground¡ªit was a living crucible, forged from generations of pain, war, and sheer determination. This place tested not strength¡ªbut truth. Who you were beneath the power.

    Across from him, Kragg emerged from an iron gate, his massive silhouette outlined in volcanic steam. The crowd''s reaction was immediate¡ªa rhythmic stomp that echoed like a heartbeat.

    Thump. Thump. Thump.

    Kragg raised his arms¡ªfour of them¡ªeach plated in obsidian-black chitin. His mandibles clicked once. No words. No theatrics. Only purpose.

    The bell rang¡ªan ancient resonance that silenced the crowd like a blade.

    Begin.

    Kragg moved.

    Not fast¡ªbut inevitably. Each footfall cracked the arena tiles. His first strike was a horizontal sweep with his lower arms, timed perfectly with a rising punch from his upper right. A pincer strategy meant to both crush and cage.

    Leon slid under the first swing, Shell Pulse guiding his motion with fluid grace. He twisted like liquid mercury, rising with a coiled elbow aimed for Kragg''s armpit joint¡ªa known weak point in Obsidian Ant warriors.

    But Kragg anticipated it.

    Boom!

    His exoskeletal elbow dropped like a hammer, intercepting Leon''s attack and forcing the human back in a wide arc. Leon skidded, knees bending to absorb the shock. Dust curled in his wake.

    "So his reflexes match his bulk. This won''t be easy."

    Kragg didn''t pause. He launched into a four-strike assault: two punches, a spinning backhand, and a devastating overhead slam.

    Leon dodged the first, blocked the second with his forearm, ducked under the third¡ªbut the fourth?

    He couldn''t dodge it.

    Instead, he took it.

    Shell Pulse activated fully, Leon''s body absorbing the crushing downward punch by redirecting the kinetic energy through his shoulder and spine. He groaned, but not from pain¡ªmore like strain, like a dam holding against a flood.

    Then¡ªhe returned it.

    He twisted and threw the absorbed energy forward, fist-first, into Kragg''s chest.

    Crack!

    The runes on Kragg''s armor flickered. One shoulder cracked. But the ant didn''t fall¡ªhe roared, mandibles wide.

    The crowd erupted.

    Leon''s breathing quickened. Sweat ran down his back. He flexed his fists.

    Shell Pulse ¨C Tier I: Mastery Increased to 41%.

    Kragg stepped back¡ªbut it was bait.

    Suddenly, he stomped the arena floor, channeling the latent energy of the arena itself. A tremor rolled outward. Leon stumbled¡ªbut corrected fast.

    Too late.

    Kragg was already above him.

    A leaping tackle.

    "Shit¡ª"

    Leon braced.

    Boom!

    The two collided mid-air, and the shockwave lifted sand, debris, and even startled audience members off their seats. Leon hit the ground hard, Kragg atop him, pinning him with pure mass.

    One punch¡ªtwo¡ªthree¡ª

    Leon barely blocked them, arms rattling with the force of each blow. Blood dripped from his lip.

    Then¡ª

    He smiled.

    "Now."

    Shell Pulse surged within him like a second heartbeat. He didn''t redirect this time¡ªhe amplified. Every drop of energy Kragg was feeding into him became fuel.

    He twisted.

    One arm hooked around Kragg''s lower elbow joint.

    He snapped it.

    Kragg reeled back, shrieking¡ªa rare sound from a warrior so stoic.

    Leon kicked off his chest, flipped backward, and landed on all fours like a beast.

    Shell Pulse ¨C Tier I: Mastery Increased to 52%.

    Kragg came again. One arm useless now, he fought with wild abandon. Less technique, more rage. That made him dangerous¡ªand predictable.

    Leon used it.

    He baited a charge, stepped aside at the last moment, and swept Kragg''s leg¡ªbut the ant twisted mid-fall and caught Leon with a backhand that sent him tumbling.

    Leon coughed, vision blurry. Blood in his mouth.

    Kragg stood above him, his one good arm raised for the final blow.

    "End it," the announcer whispered from above, sensing climax.

    Leon closed his eyes.

    He felt it. Every bruise. Every fracture.

    And then¡ªthe rhythm.

    Shell Pulse... Tier I: MAXED.

    His eyes opened, glowing faintly.

    The world slowed.

    He saw every line of tension in Kragg''s shoulder, every micro-adjustment in his legs.

    He moved.

    Not fast.

    But perfectly.

    Leon rose into Kragg''s strike¡ªmet it with his forehead¡ªand released every ounce of Shell Pulse he had mastered.

    A shockwave exploded.

    Kragg''s body flew backward, crashing into the wall so hard the glyphs around it flickered.

    Silence.

    Then¡ª

    "Victory: Challenger Leon! Rank 70 Defeated!"

    Leon stood swaying, bruised, battered¡ªbut triumphant. The crowd roared. Even the Ants who had placed bets against him now trilled in respect.

    He raised a fist¡ªnot in arrogance, but acknowledgment.

    Kragg, being treated by healers, looked to him. No anger. Only a solemn nod.

    Respect among warriors.

    After the duel, Leon was escorted from the arena floor into the Champion''s Rest, a basalt-carved hall lined with obsidian flame lanterns. The Ants here walked with reverence, offering deep nods¡ªnot just for his strength, but for the honor he displayed.

    Kragg, now bandaged in resin salves, approached with a ceremonial chalice.

    "You fight not with rage, but with rhythm," he said in his deep, clicking voice. "You''ve earned more than rank, outsider. You''ve earned the right to undergo the Shellfire Baptism."

    Leon blinked. "What''s that?"

    Kragg''s mandibles twitched in what seemed like a smile. "A rite reserved only for those who master the first layer of Shell Pulse in battle. It will let your body adapt... even further."

    Behind him, Roselia and the others entered. Milim grinned, bruised but proud.

    "You never do anything halfway, huh?" she chuckled.

    Leon shrugged, wiping blood from his chin. "Guess I really wanted to punch an ant."

    Naval smirked. "You''re lucky that ant didn''t turn your ribs into gravel."

    Later that evening, Leon was led into a subterranean chamber below the Obsidian Capital. The walls glowed dimly, alive with ancient symbols etched into the volcanic stone.

    In the center, a large pit of obsidian flames burned¡ªnot hot, but resonating, like music tuned to bone and sinew.

    Kragg and three other elder warriors stood by, humming in low-frequency tones that reverberated in Leon''s chest.

    "The Shellfire isn''t true flame," Kragg explained. "It''s the echo of our ancestors'' muscle memory, encoded in flameform. Bathe in it. Endure. If you do¡ªyour body will learn to remember force."

    Leon didn''t hesitate.

    He stepped into the fire.

 Chapter 302: Body Force III

    Leon took a breath and stepped barefoot into the obsidian flames.

    There was no warmth. No burning.

    At first.

    Then the fire spoke.

    Not in words¡ªbut in sensation. The moment his skin passed through the veil of flickering black flame, something inside him was unmade. The fire didn''t consume flesh¡ªit searched memory. And it found everything.

    The very first blow he''d taken from Kragg¡ªthe hammer-punch that cracked his shoulder.

    The shock of his ribs bending.

    The torque in his spine when he redirected force.

    The moment his forehead slammed against carapace.

    All of it¡ªreplayed in full fidelity.

    Not images.

    Not sound.

    But pure, tactile memory.

    The Shellfire ignited his nervous system. Every pain signal returned in pristine, brutal detail¡ªflooding back as if happening now.

    Leon fell to his knees.

    Muscles spasmed. Bones ached with phantom impact. He gasped as his body writhed¡ªnot from damage, but from truth. He was reliving his battle¡ªbut not as memory.

    As data.

    Don''t resist.

    Let it flow.

    This pain is instruction.

    He heard the Shell Pulse¡ªnot as a sound, but as a vibration in the marrow. It guided his breathing. Slowed his heart. Coaxed the screaming nerves to understand instead of reject.

    One breath. Two. Three.

    Leon gritted his teeth and let it in.

    The ache in his knuckles became awareness of tension distribution.

    The crack in his ribs transformed into clarity about structural flex.

    The whip of Kragg''s punch? It became a map of torque vectors across Leon''s own shoulder.

    What was once trauma became information.

    What was once suffering became structure.

    His entire body began to glow from within¡ªveins outlined in dim red light, his skin flickering like volcanic glass under pressure. Shell Pulse was no longer a technique he used.

    It was a second skin, coded into him through agony and acceptance.

    And then¡ª

    BOOM.

    The black fire flared crimson.

    Runes on the chamber walls pulsed in recognition. Obsidian cracked and re-formed beneath his feet as if acknowledging a completed circuit.

    Leon''s eyes snapped open¡ªglowing with molten red rings.

    His heart beat once¡ªechoing like a drum.

    Shell Pulse: Tier II ¨C "Shell Reverb" Unlocked.

    You now retain 20% of kinetic data from all prior battles. Physical trauma is recorded and rechanneled as stored explosive force. Can be triggered manually or reflexively. Each use temporarily increases muscle fiber density and joint resilience.

    He stood.

    There were no burn marks.

    No injuries.

    But his musculature had changed. Compact. Efficient. Every ligament tighter. His body was no longer just trained¡ªit was tempered. Like folded steel.

    The obsidian flames died down¡ªsatisfied.

    And Leon exhaled, steam rising from his mouth like dragon breath.

    He''d entered as a brawler wielding Shell Pulse.

    He left as a living weapon that remembered violence.

    Kragg let out a low, rumbling laugh¡ªmore vibration than sound. The Ant Champion extended one heavy hand, palm open in a gesture of rare respect.

    "You wear pain like we do¡ªuntil it teaches, not tortures. That is our creed." He nodded toward the obsidian token. "The mark of ''Endurance-Transformed'' is given to few outsiders. Treasure it. It means the fire accepted you."

    Leon turned the token in his fingers. The glyph was simple¡ªjust three jagged strokes intersecting in the center¡ªbut something about it hummed with power. With memory. It pulsed faintly in his palm, warm and real.

    Roselia stepped in beside him, brushing soot from his shoulder. "So what now, Champion?"

    Leon gave a faint smile. "Now we keep climbing. I need to reach Rank 60."

    Kragg''s heavy antennae twitched. "Then go to the Obsidian Temple. It lies in the hollow beneath this city, carved through the heartstone of the world-root. There, the next ten stand between you and the Gatekeeper."

    "Gatekeeper of 60..." Leon repeated. "What are they like?"

    Kragg paused, then spoke with reverence.

    "He was born from the core fire itself. His fists are furnace-bound. His presence bends the breath from weak lungs. He has held that rank longer than anyone living in this layer. If you defeat him, you won''t just climb the ranking¡ªyou''ll earn the right to train in the Furnace Rings themselves."

    Milim''s eyes lit up. "Ooooh. Sounds like we''re punching lava next."

    Roselia leaned playfully on Leon''s shoulder. "You''re going to get addicted to punching things, aren''t you?"

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "Addicted? No."

    He glanced at his still-glowing hands, and flexed them slowly.

    "Committed."

    Milim grinned. "He already was."

    The party moved as one, walking through the darkened tunnels beneath the coliseum. Obsidian crowds bowed or stepped aside with murmured clicks and trills. Word was already spreading: the outsider who passed the Shellfire.

    And beneath the city, the ancient Temple doors were opening.

    The group descended further into the labyrinthine tunnels of the Obsidian Ant City, the air growing warmer and denser with every step. Faint red glows illuminated their path as veins of molten rock crisscrossed the cavern walls, giving the impression of a living, breathing entity. The echoes of their footsteps faded into the distant hum of the city''s energy.

    When they finally reached the Temple of Ten Fists, it was nothing like they had expected. The entrance loomed ahead¡ªa massive obsidian archway framed by ancient glyphs pulsing with faint crimson light. The door itself seemed alive, shifting and undulating as though it were responding to their presence.

    Kragg stood at the threshold, nodding toward Leon. "The trials within are unlike the arena. Each challenger is tested not only in combat but in spirit. You will face ten champions. Each fight is layered in meaning."

    Leon approached, holding up the token. The glyph on it glowed brighter in response, and the doors began to part with a deep, resonant groan. Beyond, the interior of the temple stretched out, vast and endless, bathed in a dim, flickering light that seemed to emanate from the very walls.

    "What''s the catch?" Roselia asked, her eyes narrowing.

    Kragg turned to her. "Only the challenger may enter the inner sanctum. Allies may observe, but they cannot interfere."

    Leon turned back to his companions. "Stay sharp. If things go wrong, be ready."

    Roselia gave him a soft smile. "We always are."

    With a final nod, Leon stepped through the doorway, leaving his companions at the edge of the chamber. The air inside was thick and heavy, the ground warm underfoot. As the doors closed behind him, a deep voice echoed through the vast space.

    "Welcome, outsider, to the Temple of Ten Fists. Here, strength is forged, not given. To ascend, you must defeat each of the ten ranked champions who stand before you."

 Chapter 303 303: Ten Fist temple

    The ground beneath Leon shifted, forming a circular platform. Across the room, the first opponent emerged¡ªa lithe figure clad in obsidian armor with glowing streaks of amber running through its exoskeleton. Its name materialized above it in shimmering letters:

    Rank 69: Emberblade Korath.

    Korath drew twin obsidian blades that ignited into flames, each motion fluid and precise. He pointed one blade toward Leon.

    "Step forward, and let the trial begin."

    Leon cracked his knuckles, his eyes narrowing. "Alright. Let''s see what you''ve got."

    The platform shifted again, separating the two combatants from the rest of the chamber as runes along the edges flared to life, forming a containment barrier. The air rippled with heat and tension.

    Korath, known as Emberblade, was not just a rank-holder¡ªhe was a legend among the Obsidian Ants. His dual-blade style was forged in volcanic crucibles, each weapon attuned to the inner heat of his shell. Fire licked the edges of his arms as he crouched low, his obsidian-black eyes locked on Leon.

    The moment the runes activated and the barrier sealed them in, the atmosphere compressed.

    Korath struck first¡ªa blur of molten fury.

    His twin blades sang as they carved flaming crescents through the air. The sheer heat distorted Leon''s vision. A lesser fighter would have been skewered instantly, but Leon, calm within chaos, twisted out of the first arc using Shell Reverb''s learned memory from his last fight.

    Still, the second strike clipped his left bicep¡ªsearing pain tore through muscle.

    Leon didn''t flinch.

    He let the pain sink in, not resisting it, but channeling the energy into his core. Shell Reverb pulsed¡ªand the memory of Korath''s velocity, angle, and impact registered in Leon''s nervous system like numbers on a battle-readout.

    Korath came again, this time spinning, slashing high and low with brutal synchronization.

    Leon stepped inside the arc.

    Not away. Inside.

    His hand met Korath''s wrist¡ªabsorbing the force¡ªand redirected it with a snap twist. Korath stumbled sideways. Leon''s elbow crashed into his sternum.

    Boom.

    The chamber rang with the force of it.

    But Korath flipped backward, landed on his feet, and immediately retaliated¡ªhis blades now glowing crimson as he activated his inner combustion technique. Steam burst from the cracks in his exoskeleton. Heat waves rolled out like tides.

    "Impressive," Korath rasped. "But you haven''t seen my furnace yet."

    He vanished.

    Appeared behind Leon.

    Leon bent low at the last second. Blades clashed against each other as he summoned the stored kinetic force from earlier¡ªa blazing counterpunch that burst with redirected energy, cracking Korath''s shoulder carapace and sending him flying across the chamber.

    But Korath didn''t stop.

    He rolled midair, landed, and skidded on his claws before lunging again. This time, he began a rotational assault¡ªa dance of blade-flicks and inferno flares. His attacks had no pattern, no rhythm¡ªonly instinctual destruction.

    Leon was cornered. Three strikes grazed him, sparks and blood dancing with each cut.

    Then his eyes flared red.

    He wasn''t moving randomly anymore¡ªhe was syncing. Shell Reverb thrummed like a second heartbeat.

    He ducked under one blade, slid into the next, let it cut his ribs slightly, then caught the final downward slash with his bare hands¡ªskin burning but holding firm.

    The energy built.

    Every blow Korath had landed, every strike Leon had allowed¡ªhe turned them into a single focal point.

    "Shell Reverb: Echo Burst."

    He drove his knee into Korath''s stomach with all the collected trauma.

    A flash of red exploded outward.

    Korath''s shell cracked. His weapons dropped. He was flung back like a missile, slamming into the arena wall.

    Smoke curled off his armor. His limbs twitched.

    Slowly, Korath raised his hand and dropped his blades.

    "I yield," he said, voice gravel and pride.

    The runes dimmed. The barrier dissolved.

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Proceed to the next rank."

    Leon stood, breathing hard. Cuts and scorch marks decorated his skin, but his eyes burned steady.

    Roselia clapped, smirking. "You''re learning to bleed with style."

    Leon chuckled, wiping the sweat from his brow. "One down. Nine more to go."

    The Obsidian arena floor rippled again, absorbing the traces of scorched shell and scattered flame. As Korath was respectfully escorted away by ant attendants, a new shift in the chamber began¡ªmassive plates of stone sliding open behind the arena wall, revealing a dark tunnel that led deeper underground.

    A familiar, echoing chime resonated through the chamber.

    "Challenger Leon: Next opponent is preparing. Rank 59¡ªdesignated Gatekeeper of Ten Fists."

    Naval leaned against the railing from the observation terrace, her glass-toned armor shimmering faintly. "This next one''s different," she said, eyes narrowing. "Gatekeepers are specialists¡ªtrained not just in strength, but technique and psychological warfare."

    Leon nodded, stretching his shoulder as Shell Reverb pulsed lightly beneath his skin, still echoing the kinetic data of his clash with Korath.

    A minute passed. Then another.

    From the tunnel, the sound of footfalls.

    Heavy. Measured. Purposeful.

    A figure stepped forth¡ªtwice as wide as Kragg, shorter than Korath, but every inch of his exoskeleton glistened with obsidian polish. He wore no weapons. No armor. His fists were bare¡ªwrapped in dark silk cords bound with prayer-glyphs. His eyes were closed.

    The announcer''s voice boomed:

    "Rank 59: Ember-Sage Tur''Zhan, Gatekeeper of Ten Fists."

    Tur''Zhan stopped just short of the platform''s center. His voice was calm. Gravel mixed with wisdom.

    "You are not like the others, Leon. You wield memory, not might. Let us see if that''s enough to pass through the Gate."

    The runes flared.

    The barrier sealed.

    BEGIN.

    Tur''Zhan didn''t move like a brawler.

    He flowed.

    One foot slid forward¡ªjust a whisper of motion¡ªand in an instant, he was in Leon''s face, palm-striking his chest with pinpoint precision.

    Leon was blasted backward ten feet¡ªbut he twisted midair and landed low, already syncing with the force.

    Shell Reverb surged.

    [Impact stored: 11%.]

    Leon shot forward with a sweeping punch¡ªbut Tur''Zhan redirected it, barely moving, using two fingers to divert the strike and throw Leon off balance. He then launched a series of rapid palm blows¡ªcenter mass, chin, gut, knee. Pressure point strikes.

    Leon''s nerves lit up.

    But instead of backing off¡ªhe smiled.

    "You''re feeding me everything I need."

    Echo Burst¡ªCounter!

    Leon used the stored impacts from the palm strikes, feeding them directly into a spinning elbow aimed at Tur''Zhan''s shoulder. The hit landed, cracking the plating and sending the Gatekeeper sliding back.

    Tur''Zhan exhaled slowly, eyes opening for the first time. They glowed with crimson light.

    "You adapt well."

    He raised one fist¡ªand the air vibrated.

    Leon''s instincts screamed.

    Then it hit.

    Ten Fists Style: Third Motion¡ªBlazing Quarry.

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    Ten Fists Style: Third Motion¡ªBlazing Quarry.

    Tur''Zhan vanished from sight, then struck Leon twelve times in the span of a heartbeat¡ªeach blow angled perfectly to bypass conventional defense. Leon was hurled into the arena wall, breath knocked clean from his lungs.

    His vision blurred.

    His muscles spasmed.

    Shell Reverb was overwhelmed.

    [Stored Energy exceeded limit. Converting overflow... Shell Pulse adapting.]

    Leon blinked blood from his eyes and stood. His stance had changed. Looser. Rooted more deeply.

    He exhaled¡ªand his body responded. The trauma was still there¡ªbut now it was part of him.

    Tur''Zhan approached. No words. Only a salute.

    Leon returned it. Then charged.

    Fist met fist¡ªshell against skin.

    They fought like sculptors carving at one another, each motion subtracting until only truth remained. Leon''s strikes grew more precise, borrowing from Tur''Zhan''s own style, imprinting the rhythm into his nerves through Reverb.

    Then¡ª

    Tur''Zhan stepped forward to deliver his final motion.

    But Leon was already there.

    Shell Reverb: Echo Transference.

    A technique not just to store impact¡ªbut to mirror form.

    Leon''s strike was a perfect imitation of Tur''Zhan''s own finishing move¡ªonly faster. Sharper. Delivered with the stored precision of two battles.

    BOOM.

    Tur''Zhan''s body stopped mid-motion.

    He exhaled. Smiled.

    "Passed the Gate."

    And collapsed to one knee.

    The barrier faded.

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 59 Defeated."

    The chamber roared in quiet awe.

    Leon stood, battered but burning with power. The pulse of Shell Reverb still hummed in his limbs¡ªno longer just reactive, but becoming instinct.

    Eight more ranks to go.

    Roselia clapped slowly. "You''re not just climbing ranks anymore," she murmured. "You''re are like an martial artist now."

    Leon nodded, feeling the subtle pulse in his body as even the Tower system acknowledged his growth.

    { Close Combat Mastery: A Rank }

    It was a skill that had risen steadily through battle. It started at C-rank and had continued to evolve with every fight, every bruise, every victory.

    "But now I''ll have to improve it manually, The fights are getting harder" Leon murmured. Normally, one gained Skill Points with each level, which could be spent to increase skill ranks. But up until now, Leon hadn''t spent a single one. Whenever he needed a high-rank skill, he would simply obtain a stronger version outright¡ªjust by giving away the skill as charity and getting a stronger version as rebate.

    This strategy left him with a significant advantage¡ªhe had been hoarding Skill Points.

    "100 Skill Points, huh," Leon muttered, a small grin forming.

    Leon then looked at his skill points : 579

    With Leon now at Level 579, he had accumulated a significant amount of unspent Skill Points. It only took 100 points to raise his Close Combat Mastery from A-rank to S-rank, which he did without hesitation.

    As the rank advanced, the skill shimmered with brilliance and began evolving.

    From S-rank, Leon spent an additional 150 Skill Points to push it to SS-rank, and then another 250 Skill Points to elevate it all the way to SSS-rank.

    The moment it reached SSS-rank, something subtle but profound shifted in him. His body felt lighter, his stance naturally more precise. His combat instincts sharpened like honed steel.

    It wasn''t just power¡ªit was alignment.

    The Mastery-type skills were different from others. They couldn''t be learned through skill books or cores. There were no shortcuts. No copying. No inheritance. They had to be earned¡ªstep by painful step. Each one had to be built through experience, sweat, and understanding. That made them rare. And that made them his.

    His remaining Skill Point total now read:

    Skill Points: 79

    Leon smiled faintly. "Worth it," he murmured, tightening his fists. The fluidity in his movement now felt... absolute.

    From the side gates, the next chamber groaned open. A voice echoed¡ªnot from a speaker, but directly into their minds, as if the floor itself had spoken:

    "Rank 58: Xa''Roj the Tremorblade awaits. Proceed if your body still holds strength... and your will, resolve."

    The floor beneath them vibrated slightly¡ªdeep tremors, like the snoring of a slumbering beast.

    Leon cracked his neck and stepped forward, his knuckles glowing faintly with stored energy.

    "I guess we''ll see how long I can keep this momentum."

    The next stage of the arena was far more ominous than any before. The black obsidian floor had veins of molten red glowing beneath it, pulsing like a heartbeat. As Leon stepped into the ring, the temperature dropped, not with cold¡ªbut with a strange, hollow anticipation. Even the Obsidian Ant spectators grew silent.

    Then came the sound¡ªa slow, echoing clang. Footsteps like seismic shocks.

    Xa''Roj the Tremorblade entered.

    He was massive¡ªlarger even than Kragg¡ªbut unlike the brute strength of the previous champion, Xa''Roj carried elegance laced with absolute lethality. Twin blades, wide as cleavers and etched with seismic runes, hung from his back. His exoskeleton was matte-black, cracked with glowing rivulets of internal kinetic energy.

    This wasn''t just a warrior.

    It was a tectonic event made flesh.

    The chime sounded.

    Round Begin.

    Leon didn''t wait. He darted forward, Shell Pulse humming beneath his skin. But the moment he got close¡ª

    Boom.

    Xa''Roj slammed one foot down.

    The entire platform lurched, sending shockwaves that turned the floor into unstable terrain. Leon stumbled but caught himself with a handspring, flipping over a rising obsidian spike that nearly impaled him.

    "Gravity shift?" he muttered. "No. That''s kinetic transference."

    Xa''Roj spun, his first blade coming in a wide arc. Leon ducked, letting the wind shear past, then fired a jab into the Ant''s midsection. Shell Reverb pulsed¡ªhe''d stored the quake energy from earlier¡ªand he redirected it through his punch.

    A small crater erupted in Xa''Roj''s side, forcing the champion back.

    Xa''Roj didn''t grunt.

    He smiled.

    Then both blades came down.

    Leon crossed his arms in a Shell Pulse guard just in time. The impact was cataclysmic¡ªa sonic boom detonated from the point of contact. Leon was launched backward, rolling to a stop against the edge of the arena barrier. His arms throbbed, bruised even through his reinforced Shell network.

    Shell Reverb storage: 37% (Quake Energy)

    Leon grinned, blood on his lips.

    "Let''s turn this up."

    He surged forward again. This time, his movements weren''t reactive¡ªthey were predictive. Shell Reverb didn''t just store kinetic force¡ªit let him understand it.

    Each quake, each shockwave, each vibration through the obsidian told a story.

    He read them all.

    He began striking the floor on purpose, amplifying stored energy with his own feedback loops.

    Xa''Roj attacked again, spinning in a full-body cleave.

    Leon vanished beneath the swing and appeared on the champion''s blind side.

    "Try catching this¡ª"

    Boom!

    Leon released his stored Reverb all at once¡ªnot into Xa''Roj, but into the ground beneath him.

    The entire platform ruptured upward in a geyser of obsidian and red heat.

    Xa''Roj stumbled¡ªfirst time in the match.

    Leon didn''t stop. He channeled Shell Pulse into his legs and leapt, twisting mid-air, and drove a hammer-fist into Xa''Roj''s back, riding the energy from his earlier punches into a feedback shockwave.

    The floor cracked beneath them.

    Xa''Roj fell to one knee.

    Shell Reverb: 54% ¡ú 4%

    But he wasn''t down.

    With a roar, the Ant warrior dragged himself up and slashed vertically, nearly catching Leon mid-dash. Leon''s foot slid¡ªbut he rebounded using a burst of stored quake-force, spinning to the side and punching into Xa''Roj''s elbow joint.

    Crack.

    A blade fell.

    Xa''Roj roared¡ªbut this time it was pain.

    Leon dashed in, slid beneath the remaining blade, and drove a rising knee into the champion''s chest, where the chitin was weakest.

    Xa''Roj froze.

    Then collapsed.

    Silence.

    Then thunderous applause.

    The arena flared with amber light as the containment field deactivated.

    "Victory: Challenger Leon! Rank 58 Defeated!"

    Leon panted, sweat glistening, muscles trembling, but his eyes gleamed with fire.

    Shell Reverb Mastery increased to 48%.

    Roselia and Milim rushed forward, while the Ant spectators offered their respects with warrior salutes.

    Leon looked up at the next arena gate¡ªalready opening.

    "Who''s next?"

    As he walked toward the edge of the arena, towards the gate¡ªnot the one leading to the next challenger, but a private path shaded by heavy obsidian curtains.

    A familiar figure stood beyond it, robed in ceremonial bone-gray silk woven with black quartz threads.

    It was Elder Jhuran, one of the high martial sages of the Obsidian Ants. His shell was cracked with age, but there was something undeniably sharp in the way he moved¡ªlike a sword that had only become keener with time.

    "You have surpassed two champions now," Jhuran said in a voice like gravel struck by wind. "And earned not only respect¡ªbut inheritance."

    Leon bowed slightly, respectful. "I''m listening."

    Jhuran nodded and turned, beckoning him into a chamber behind the arena, deeper beneath the Temple.

    The chamber was small¡ªcircular, silent. The walls pulsed faintly with stored kinetic essence, like an ancient heart still beating from centuries of battle. At the center sat a floating obsidian monolith, etched with pulsating lines¡ªShell Pulse theory, raw and unfiltered.

    Elder Jhuran gestured toward it.

    "Sit. Listen. And remember this not with your mind, but with your marrow."

    Leon did.

    The moment he touched the stone, a surge of memory not his own coursed through his body. Images flashed¡ªmasters trading blows on platforms of stone and thunder. Fighters breaking and reforming under pressure, their bones becoming chambers of resonance, their strikes the language of the earth itself.

    And deeper still¡ª

    He saw it.

    Shell Reverb: Tier II.5 ¡ª "Resonant Core."

    [You can now anchor kinetic memory into your heartline.

    Stored forces persist even after unconsciousness or injury.

    All non-lethal strikes absorbed through Shell Pulse gain an additional 10% force multiplier upon redirection.]

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    Shell Reverb: Tier II.5 ¡ª "Resonant Core."

    [You can now anchor kinetic memory into your heartline.Stored forces persist even after unconsciousness or injury.All non-lethal strikes absorbed through Shell Pulse gain an additional 10% force multiplier upon redirection.]

    Leon gasped, blinking away the haze.

    Jhuran was watching him with something close to pride. "That fragment belonged to a champion who shattered the Gatekeeper of Rank 50 with one redirected punch. You now carry his echo."

    Leon stood slowly. His breathing was calm. His center felt different¡ªsettled.

    Grounded.

    Not just in motion¡ªbut in memory.

    "Thank you," he said.

    Jhuran nodded once. "Keep climbing. If you master Shell Reverb completely... you may rewrite what it means to be a martial body."

    Outside, Roselia was waiting, arms crossed, a towel slung over her shoulder. "You went and got another cheat code, didn''t you?"

    Leon gave a small smile. "Not a cheat. Just... deeper breath."

    Milim popped up beside her. "We''re rested! Are we moving on to Rank 57 already?"

    Leon looked up toward the glowing archway beyond the resting chambers. His heart pulsed with stored memory. His arms felt light. His spine, like an iron spring.

    He nodded once.

    "Yeah. Let''s keep climbing."

    Obsidian Arena ¡ª Rank 57 Challenge

    The walls shifted once more as Leon stepped into the next combat zone, fresh from his enlightenment. The obsidian floor here wasn''t flat¡ªit rose into cragged peaks and fractured pillars, giving it a jagged, mountainous terrain. The arena was more vertical than wide, making movement and positioning critical.

    Roselia tilted her head as she observed the setup from the observation ring. "Looks like they want to test his adaptability. This isn''t just about strength anymore."

    From the shadows across the highest ledge, his next opponent emerged:

    Rank 57 Champion: Xa''Vael the Sky-Spike.

    Unlike the grounded might of Xa''Roj or the enduring defense of Korath, Xa''Vael was lithe¡ªhis obsidian armor shaped like winged shards of crystal. His limbs were thinner, tuned for speed and angle. But his back bore the most striking feature:

    Bladed gliders¡ªnot true wings, but crystalline appendages that allowed him short aerial bursts and angular maneuvers. The Obsidian Ants called such warriors Skybound, elite duelists who mastered the battlefield through vertical dominance.

    A tremor pulsed beneath Leon''s feet.

    Begin.

    Xa''Vael vanished from sight.

    Leon''s eyes snapped upward, Shell Reverb pulsing faintly through his skin.

    A blade screeched against stone. Leon spun¡ªand ducked just in time as Xa''Vael streaked past him, carving an arc into the air. Leon countered with a low sweep kick, trying to trap the landing¡ª

    But Xa''Vael bounced off a shard-like pillar, flipping backward mid-air and launching a barrage of high-speed jabs. Each punch didn''t just strike¡ªit pierced, narrow and sharp like a lance.

    Leon deflected, barely. His Shell Reverb began absorbing bits of the force, letting him redirect a glancing jab into a palm strike.

    Xa''Vael skidded back, wings flaring, but not before Leon closed in.

    A fierce mid-range exchange followed¡ªXa''Vael with sharp, angular hits meant to penetrate joints and blind spots; Leon responding with wide counters, twisting into Shell Reverb''s signature kinetic redirections.

    One clean blow from Xa''Vael scraped Leon''s left cheek, leaving a thin slice of obsidian dust. Another jab caught him square in the ribs.

    Shell Reverb: Echo Point Accumulation ¡ª 38%.

    Leon ducked, absorbed the next impact¡ªand unleashed a reverb blast, sending Xa''Vael spiraling through three pillars in a storm of obsidian splinters.

    But Xa''Vael didn''t go down.

    Instead, he ascended.

    The warrior zipped skyward, activating his full glider wings, hovering above Leon like a spectral insect. A moment later¡ª

    Spikes.

    Dozens of crystal blades rained down in a precise pattern, designed not just to wound¡ªbut to herd. Leon moved through them, shifting his path using Shell Reverb''s energy echo to skip-step between safe points.

    Then¡ª

    "Time to fly," Leon muttered.

    He used a broken pillar as a launch pad, gathering the stored force of the last dozen impacts, and fired himself upward like a missile.

    Xa''Vael tried to pivot, spinning for another barrage mid-air.

    But Leon caught his gliders mid-spin, his palms glowing with Shell Reverb''s stored data, and twisted.

    Boom.

    A shockwave split the air, turning the skirmish into a stormburst.

    Both combatants crashed into the ground¡ªLeon on one knee, breath steady. Xa''Vael sprawled across the arena, his wings shattered, his chest rising and falling.

    He tried to stand. Failed.

    The arena pulsed.

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 57 Defeated."

    Leon exhaled slowly, flexing his hands. The feedback from Shell Reverb hummed through his nerves like a second pulse.

    He turned toward the others.

    Roselia smirked. "That was aerial murder."

    Milim clapped. "One more step up! This is getting fun!"

    Roman raised a brow. "That technique where you launched yourself¡ªwas that new?"

    Leon nodded. "A trick from Shell Reverb''s core principle. Stored motion can launch just as hard as it can strike."

    From the side, an elder Ant approached, bearing a token etched with spiral wings.

    "You fly without wings," he said. "You may now challenge Rank 56 and onward."

    Leon took the token silently, eyes already scanning the next arena corridor.

    "Let''s keep climbing."

    Obsidian Arena ¨C Rank 56 Challenge: The Mirror of Flesh

    This time, the arena was quiet.

    No jagged terrain. No shattered stone or looming walls. Just a wide, flat obsidian floor¡ªpolished to a mirror finish. It reflected the ceiling like black glass, eerily silent, almost ceremonial.

    Roselia narrowed her eyes. "This doesn''t feel like a warrior''s arena."

    Roman nodded. "It''s a trap... of the mind."

    Milim floated up slightly. "Or a trial of the self."

    As Leon stepped in, he noticed something strange¡ªhis own reflection didn''t mimic him exactly. It moved with a half-second delay, staring back with blank, glowing eyes.

    Then, the obsidian floor rippled like ink.

    And the reflection stepped out.

    Rank 56 Champion: Fleshglass Echo.

    A perfect, distorted replica of Leon¡ªsame body, same stance, but its skin shimmered with a semi-liquid sheen, its eyes devoid of life. But worse than its appearance was what it held:

    Every ability Leon had used so far.

    Shell Reverb activated. The mirror clone''s muscles tensed in sync with Leon''s. It even reflected his accumulated kinetic data. It moved as he did¡ªbut with one difference:

    It didn''t feel pain.

    It didn''t hesitate.

    "Wonderful," Leon muttered. "A me that doesn''t hold back."

    The gong sounded.

    Begin.

    The clone surged forward¡ªimpossibly fast. Their fists collided, a shockwave ringing out across the polished floor. The Mirror bled no emotion, no breath, no wasted motion. Leon twisted to the left, redirecting the first jab¡ªbut the clone matched the move with a mirrored feint and clipped his side with a rising knee.

    Leon reeled, but grinned. "So you did learn my tempo."

    He gathered the kinetic flow and released it in a low spinning sweep¡ªbut the clone matched it exactly, resulting in a brutal cross-collision that sent both flying backwards.

    Shell Reverb: Echo Clash Triggered.

    Stored Data Exchange: Neutralized.

    Current Mastery: 51%

    Roselia shouted from the stands, "Leon! You can''t beat it with your rhythm¡ªit''s just copying!"

    Leon grunted as he stood. "I know."

    He clenched his fists, feeling Shell Reverb hum along his spine. This enemy wasn''t just a fight¡ªit was a test of innovation. Of evolution.

    "I have to do what it can''t anticipate."

    He slowed his breathing and changed his stance¡ªnot into one he had learned, but one still developing. A looser guard, experimental pivots¡ªincorporating feints, misdirection, even false echoes in Shell Pulse form.

    He rushed in.

    The Mirror struck¡ªpredictably.

    Leon ducked early, not to dodge, but to bait a follow-up. The clone mirrored the strike...and missed.

    Leon twisted his waist and fired a palm strike loaded with partial kinetic transfer¡ªjust enough to knock the clone off rhythm, but not reset its stance.

    He followed up immediately¡ªShell Reverb: Shatter Echo Technique.

    A triplet combo using high-speed redirect punches fueled by mismatched force rhythms. The Mirror stumbled, unable to track the new tempo.

    Leon''s fist glowed with a compressed pulse.

    "Sorry, I''m not a mirror anymore."

    He drove his fist into the clone''s chest¡ªright at the solar plexus. The reverb ignited.

    Boom.

    Cracks spread across the clone''s obsidian body like spiderwebs of glass.

    It staggered, falling to one knee¡ªand melted into black mist.

    Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 56 Defeated.

    The silence broke with applause¡ªslow, almost reverent. This victory hadn''t been strength¡ªit had been growth.

    As Leon stood catching his breath, another figure emerged. An elder Obsidian Ant with a spiral etched into his chitin, carrying a scroll bound in ancient threads.

    "You''ve passed the trial of the Self. The Mirror tests those who cannot evolve. You did. For that, you are granted the next form of Shell Reverb."

    He handed Leon the scroll, and the system chimed.

    Shell Reverb ¨C Tier II: Subform Unlocked ¡ª Shatter Echo

    You may now create disruptive rhythm clones of your own motion to destabilize enemy flow. Success depends on adaptive intent and kinetic variance.

    Leon bowed slightly. "Thank you."

    Milim cheered. "That was so weird! But so cool!"

    Roman crossed his arms. "Fighting yourself is one thing. Beating yourself? That''s something else."

    Roselia came up beside Leon, smirking. "Just don''t start arguing with your reflection at breakfast."

    Leon laughed. "No promises."

    They turned toward the stairs leading down to the next challenge.

    Rank 55 awaited.

 Chapter 306: Improving III

    After his brutal and brilliantly executed victory over the Fleshglass Echo, Leon took a well-earned moment of rest. The obsidian arena was quiet now, the crowd dispersing, their reverent hum still echoing through the deep corridors of the Temple. Roselia and the others regrouped with him, bringing water and nutrient vials native to the Ant domain¡ªbitter, but revitalizing.

    Leon leaned back on a low stone bench, his breathing still slightly heavy, the Shell Reverb still humming faintly through his bones. The aftershock of Shatter Echo left subtle vibrations along his arms and spine. His mastery was evolving¡ª51% now¡ªand with it, the tempo of battle itself bent more and more to his rhythm.

    An elder approached¡ªnot one of the combatants, but a spiritual figure among the Obsidian Ants. His armor was ceremonial, carved not from stone but from calcified memory-shells layered in iridescent patterns. His antennae twitched as he offered Leon a scroll sealed with resin and runes.

    "You have passed the threshold of mimicry," the elder said, voice like gravel and wisdom. "Now you must learn how to lead your body''s echoes, not follow them. You are ready for the next phase."

    Leon accepted the scroll, unraveling it slowly. The script inside was strange¡ªneither language nor image, but motion. A diagram of movement, pressure, and timing woven like a dance of war.

    "This," the elder continued, "is the beginning of ''Resonant Overdrive.'' It is not a subform, but a technique¡ªa way to pre-charge your body with stored Shell Reverb data before a strike is even made. It will demand rhythm, anticipation... and total control of your pulse."

    Leon nodded, absorbing the gravity of what was being offered. "I''ll master it."

    "I know," the elder said simply. "But do so before the Gatekeeper of Rank 55. That one has shattered dozens of warriors with a single chant. You''ll need more than skill. You''ll need song."

    With that, the elder turned and vanished into the deeper halls, leaving Leon staring at the scroll, fire rekindling in his chest.

    "So," Roselia said, brushing dust from his shoulder, "what''s this next fight like?"

    Leon smirked. "Apparently? Musical."

    Leon spent the next few hours in a secluded amphitheater behind the Obsidian Temple¡ªa hollowed-out chamber where the air naturally carried vibration and reverberation. Perfect for training. The scroll of Resonant Overdrive was unfurled before him, its glyphs shimmering faintly whenever his heartbeat aligned with the patterns. This wasn''t just a fighting technique¡ªit was a pulse discipline, a symphony of breath, pressure, and internal timing.

    He stood shirtless in the center, body gleaming with sweat, fists clenched loosely at his sides. Around him, delicate pillars of obsidian crystal vibrated at specific frequencies. Each one matched a key tempo of Shell Pulse phases: absorption, conversion, redirection.

    He inhaled deeply.

    Then exhaled.

    Thum.

    His heart struck once.

    The vibrations flared. A single echo raced up his spine and down his arms. That was one beat.

    He stepped forward, snapped a punch into the air¡ªThum-THUM. The feedback surged through his arms, like being struck from inside out. He stumbled.

    "Again."

    The next few hours were spent failing¡ªover and over. But with every misstep, he heard more clearly. His muscles learned to tense half a second before impact, his bones learned to absorb the aftershock rather than break, and his Shell Reverb began to dance in tandem with the rhythm instead of lagging behind.

    By the fifth hour, his breath moved like a metronome.

    By the eighth, his movements no longer needed thought.

    And by nightfall, he stood before the final obsidian pylon, surrounded by dozens of cracked stone targets. He struck forward¡ªwithout waiting for an opponent.

    Boom.

    The shockwave released from his fist split the air and shattered the final pylon in a single burst.

    Roselia, watching from the shadows, clapped slowly. "That wasn''t just power. That was music."

    Leon grinned, rolling his shoulders. "Resonant Overdrive, first tempo. Ready."

    At that moment, a low gong echoed through the city¡ªthe summons of the Gatekeeper.

    A new name appeared across Leon''s badge:

    Gatekeeper Rank 55 ¡ª Whispercoil, the Spiral Vocalist.

    Roselia raised an eyebrow. "Spiral Vocalist?"

    Leon shrugged, slipping his jacket back on. "Guess I''d better learn to sing."

    They walked back toward the arena gates, the scroll gently disintegrating into particles of sound behind them¡ªits knowledge fully integrated.

    The Obsidian Ants'' arena once again transformed¡ªbut this time, it wasn''t shaped for brute force or clashing blades. The structure curled inward, forming a spiraling amphitheater of resonating crystal and obsidian shell, shaped like the inside of a massive ear canal. The very air shimmered with inaudible frequencies, causing low tremors in the bones of anyone standing too long within it.

    Leon stepped into the center, his boots echoing faintly.

    This wasn''t a battlefield of fists. This was a duel of rhythm, feedback, and auditory control.

    Across from him, Whispercoil descended from a ring of suspended platforms high above. She didn''t walk. She floated¡ªher body slender and elongated like a serpent made of sound itself. Transparent fins shimmered along her arms and spine, trailing notes as she moved. Her face was hidden beneath a spiraled mask of coral bone, and her voice...

    Her voice struck first.

    No declaration. No warning. Just a sudden, haunting note that hit like a shockwave.

    WHUUMMMMM.

    Leon staggered back, a vein in his temple twitching. Auditory pulse¡ªlow-frequency. She''s attacking my nervous system directly.

    He grit his teeth and activated Shell Reverb.

    The second pulse came higher¡ªEEIIIIIIII¡ªa screech like twisting metal. The audience winced, some forced to shield their ears, but Leon rode it. Listen. Absorb. Redirect.

    He grounded himself, syncing his breathing to the rhythm.

    "Shell Pulse¡ªTier II: Resonant Overdrive. First tempo¡ªactivate."

    His body hummed. Not just externally¡ªinternally. His bones vibrated in counterfrequency, creating micro-reverberations that clashed with Whispercoil''s sonic strikes. The arena lit with clashing harmonic spectrums¡ªred vs violet, low vs high, silence vs thunder.

    Whispercoil struck again, her voice layering into harmonics. The walls echoed her notes, turning them into reflected spears of sound that rained down in patterns.

    Leon weaved between them, letting Shell Reverb remember the attacks and store their patterns.

 Chapter 307: Improving IV

    Then¡ªhis fist flew forward.

    CRACK¡ªBAOOM!

    He punched the very air, using Resonant Overdrive to channel stored kinetic sound into a concussive blast. The wave struck Whispercoil mid-note, sending her spiraling across the arena.

    But she recovered.

    She sang again¡ªthis time a discordant harmony that reversed gravity in a blink, sending Leon floating upward as if drowning in invisible water.

    He countered by snapping his elbow back, releasing stored kinetic force from earlier in the duel. The pulse broke the effect and hurled him downward¡ªstraight toward Whispercoil.

    He twisted in midair, a Shell Reverb-pivot turning his fall into a diving strike.

    BOOM!

    He slammed into her, and the platform cracked under the impact. The vibrations detonated under her skin¡ªenough to short her resonance. Her spiraled mask fractured.

    A final note trembled from her lips¡ªweak, fading¡ªthen silence.

    Leon stood over her as the vibrations settled. No cheering this time. Just reverent quiet.

    A single word whispered over the arena comm:

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 55¡ªCleared."

    Whispercoil, still conscious, raised one hand and touched her chest, signaling acknowledgment.

    "You...harmonized...without needing a song," she murmured.

    Leon simply nodded, catching his breath. "I had a good teacher. Pain."

    Roselia, watching from the balcony, smiled. "He really is addicted to punching things now."

    After the battle with Whispercoil, Leon stepped out of the arena slowly, each footfall still resonating faintly from the soundwaves humming through his bones. The Obsidian Ant crowd didn''t cheer in the typical explosive way¡ªthey simply rose and bowed their heads in quiet honor. Among their people, a battle like that wasn''t just a fight.

    It was a conversation between warriors.

    Outside the arena, the elder guide from before¡ªa towering ant with jagged antennae and a voice like crushed gravel¡ªmet Leon at the threshold.

    "You carry sound in your soul now," he said solemnly. "Few adapt the Shell Reverb this quickly. Fewer still survive Whispercoil."

    Leon gave a weary nod, rolling his left shoulder, which still buzzed faintly from the harmonic backlash. "It wasn''t easy. Every note was a blade."

    The elder extended a hand, and within it glowed a new fragment¡ªan obsidian sliver pulsing faintly with red-blue resonance.

    "This is your reward. The next part of the Shell Reverb art. You''ve earned Subform: Shatter Echo."

    Leon raised an eyebrow. "Subform?"

    The elder nodded. "You''ve learned to absorb and redirect force¡ªbut this... allows you to fracture an opponent''s rhythm. Every third strike you store in Shell Reverb can now be re-emitted as a disruptive echo. Instead of releasing raw force, you''ll detune your enemy¡ªbreak their stance, their breath, their very balance."

    He placed the shard in Leon''s palm.

    [Shell Reverb Subform Unlocked: Shatter Echo.]

    Shell Reverb Mastery: 51%

    Leon felt the knowledge flood into him, not in words¡ªbut in motion. His mind played out sequences of combat¡ªshifting footwork, misplaced weight, vulnerable echoes in a breathing rhythm. It wasn''t just about hitting harder anymore. It was about breaking harmony to dominate the tempo of battle.

    Roselia walked up beside him, offering a flask. "Here. Energy broth. You look like you just got steamrolled by a choir."

    Leon chuckled as he drank. "I might''ve. Whispercoil fights with full orchestras."

    Milim bounced up behind them, eyes wide. "That was amazing! Your fist made a sound boom! Can you teach me that?!"

    Leon smirked. "Once you can dodge sound blades and stay on beat for five minutes, maybe."

    They shared a light laugh as the group moved through the obsidian walkways toward their reserved inn within the ant capital.

    Naval, walking calmly, murmured, "The deeper we go, the stranger and sharper these techniques become. These aren''t just martial arts. They''re philosophies, entire worldviews formed into combat."

    Leon glanced toward the skyline of the deep obsidian city, glowing veins of magma far above like a burning net in the rock.

    "Then it''s a good thing we''re fast learners."

    As they entered the inn¡ªcarved into a cliffside, draped in shimmering resonance silk and guarded by golems of stone and lava¡ªthey took the time to rest. Eat. Meditate. Study the memory glyphs they''d gathered.

    Outside, the 54th Arena prepared for the next challenge. Rumors whispered of a champion who fought with no visible motion at all. Only faint pulses. Ripples.

    Leon lay on the meditation mat, hands behind his head, thinking.

    Shatter Echo... Shell Reverb''s getting sharper.

    He smiled faintly.

    And he was only getting started.

    The next morning in the obsidian-walled inn, the ambient tremors of deep-earth resonance barely stirred the air. The team was quiet, each member wrapped in their own thoughts. Leon sat on the edge of the balcony, legs crossed, watching molten light thread its way through the distant stone arteries of the subterranean world.

    Roselia approached, her steps soft. She didn''t speak¡ªjust handed him a small dish of spiced root stew. He nodded his thanks, then took a long breath.

    "Today''s opponent," she said, leaning against the railing, "isn''t like the others."

    Leon turned to her. "You''ve read ahead?"

    She nodded. "They call him Mirrosh the Still. Champion of Floor 54. The Ants say he never moves. He fights with... stillness. A perfect shell, they say. Any motion against him, if not perfect, echoes back amplified."

    Leon''s eyes narrowed. "So he''s like... a mirror?"

    "Exactly. But worse. His shell redirects not just force, but intent. Fighters get confused. They punch him, but the next thing they know, they''re attacking themselves. Or they fall into their own rhythm and collapse."

    Leon stood, flexing his fingers. "So a battle against reflection."

    Roselia gave a half-smile. "Or revelation."

    Downstairs, the team prepared. Naval was meditating near a lava basin, absorbing geothermal heat into her body to sharpen her elemental awareness. Roman practiced breath strikes into a slab of rock, trying to disrupt it with internal force rather than breaking its surface. Milim had already vanished¡ªshe preferred exploring new floors before each fight, claiming it helped her stay "chaotically aligned."

    An hour later, the group marched into Arena 54.

    It was silent.

    No roaring crowd. No announcer. No runic sparks.

    The platform this time was a smooth obsidian circle surrounded by black mirrors¡ªwalls so polished they reflected not just the image, but the aura of those who entered.

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    The platform this time was a smooth obsidian circle surrounded by black mirrors¡ªwalls so polished they reflected not just the image, but the aura of those who entered.

    Leon stepped forward alone. The others remained behind.

    Across the arena stood a slender figure¡ªa humanoid Obsidian Ant with no weapons, no armor, and no visible energy. He stood with his arms behind his back, unmoving. His carapace was polished to a glassy sheen, so reflective that Leon saw his own posture echoed in perfect mimicry.

    The inner glyphs pulsed.

    "Challenger: Leon. Defender: Mirrosh the Still. Begin."

    Leon didn''t move.

    Neither did Mirrosh.

    The silence stretched. A single drop of sweat traced down Leon''s brow. He stepped forward.

    Instantly¡ªimpact.

    He stumbled back, clutching his chest. He hadn''t been hit. But the intention to attack had rebounded on his nerves. A phantom strike, born from his own aggression.

    Shell Reverb¡ªengaged.

    He closed his eyes. Focused. Mirrosh was reflecting not just force, but instinct. The moment he became aggressive, the rhythm turned against him.

    He took another step. Slow. No hostile intent.

    This time¡ªno backlash.

    Leon exhaled. "So that''s how it is..."

    He began to circle Mirrosh. Slow steps. Mirrosh turned only slightly, always facing him. The champion remained still as a mountain, but each time Leon even considered attacking, his muscles seized slightly, and echoes of his own plans trembled in his bones.

    Shell Reverb: 62% ¡ª passive mirror harmonics detected.

    Leon shifted strategy.

    He struck his own chest with his fist. Then his thigh. Then his shoulder.

    Boom. Boom. Boom.

    Each strike sent a kinetic note through his frame¡ªstored, shaped, and building.

    Mirrosh tilted his head slightly. A reaction.

    Leon smiled faintly. Got you.

    Suddenly he rushed¡ªnot at Mirrosh, but toward the arena''s mirrored wall. He punched his reflection.

    Crack.

    The wall trembled¡ªand Mirrosh''s form twitched. Disoriented.

    Leon spun, released all three built-up Shell Reverb strikes¡ªnot at Mirrosh, but at his own aura.

    A chain explosion of harmonic distortion shattered the feedback loop.

    In that flicker of broken resonance, Mirrosh lost his perfect stance.

    Leon dashed in.

    Shatter Echo: Activated.

    He punched low¡ªnot hard, but precise. The disruption passed through Mirrosh''s shell and shattered the internal balance of his legs. Another echo into the shoulder. Then chest.

    Detuned. Cracked. Open.

    Final Strike: Echo Pulse¡ªredirected kinetic overload.

    Mirrosh staggered. Dropped to one knee. Then lowered his head.

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 54 Defeated."

    The mirrors darkened. Silence remained.

    But every Obsidian Ant in the audience bowed in unison.

    Leon, breathing slowly, stood in the center¡ªtired, bruised, but victorious.

    Shell Reverb Mastery: 64%

    Roselia approached first, handing him water. "That was... insane."

    "It was me vs. me," Leon muttered. "I hate fighting myself."

    Roman chuckled. "You won though."

    Milim appeared with an apple. "Did you just punch your own ghost to win?"

    Leon smirked, walking toward the exit. "Something like that."

    Naval looked ahead. "Rank 53''s next. Want to rest first?"

    Leon nodded. "Yeah. Let''s take a day. That one felt like it hit deeper than bones."

    After the grueling battle against Mirrosh the Still, Leon and his companions retreated to a quiet chamber beneath the obsidian arena¡ªan antechamber reserved for recognized challengers of the upper ranks. The room pulsed faintly with thermal veins of living stone, providing a soothing warmth and steady hum that eased the wear on their bodies.

    Leon sat cross-legged against a carved stone wall, a cloth draped over his shoulders to catch the sweat. His breath slowed steadily, the Shell Reverb still subtly resonating through his muscles. Roselia sat nearby, silently wrapping a fresh cloth around his bruised forearm.

    "You''re pushing the boundaries every fight," she murmured.

    "That''s the point," Leon replied, voice calm but focused. "Each battle isn''t just for rank¡ªit''s fuel for the Reverb."

    A rumbling at the chamber''s far end drew their attention. An Obsidian Ant Elder emerged¡ªhis obsidian armor layered in dust and etched with age-worn glyphs of refinement and resonance. He carried a long staff made of crystal bone and darkroot bark.

    "You have reached the stage where echo becomes ripple," the Elder said, his voice deep and gravelly. "And ripple becomes shock."

    Leon rose, bowing slightly in respect. "Elder. Do you bring the next phase?"

    "I do." The Elder approached, placing a hand over Leon''s chest. A subtle vibration coursed through Leon''s torso, mapping his current flow of Shell Pulse.

    "You have touched the second tier... but to refine it, you must go beyond memory. You must mirror." He withdrew a sliver of curved obsidian and pressed it into Leon''s palm.

    "This is the Mirror Node. When placed over your heart during Shell Pulse meditation, it forces your Reverb to reflect the enemy''s intent, not just their blows. With it, you may anticipate, replicate, and even distort the momentum of attacks aimed at you."

    [Shell Reverb ¨C Subform Unlocked: Shatter Echo.]

    ¡ú You may now store 10% of received kinetic energy and replay it with variance: reversed angles, doubled frequency, or delayed impact.

    Leon exhaled slowly. "A counterattack before they even finish the motion..."

    "Precisely," the Elder said, smiling faintly. "But it comes at cost. It is not just their echo you carry. It is your own, rebounding."

    Leon nodded. "I''ll bear it."

    With renewed purpose, he stood, flexing his fingers as the Mirror Node was absorbed into the Shell Reverb glyph embedded near his sternum. The air around him shimmered faintly¡ªlike ripples waiting to collapse into waves.

    "Next is Rank 53," he said to his team, voice calm and sharp.

    Roselia gave a half-smile. "I don''t know if the champion will realize how outclassed they are... until they''re already on the floor."

    Naval cracked her knuckles. "Let''s just hope they put up a good show first."

    Leon strode to the arena gate once more.

    The storm hadn''t passed.

    It was just gathering precision.

    The gate to the next arena rumbled open with a drawn-out groan, a sound like tectonic plates shifting beneath the Tower. Rank 53 awaited.

    Leon stepped forward, calm and composed. His breath synced with the thrum of Shell Reverb in his body¡ªevery step releasing controlled echoes of his past clashes, weaving his instincts tighter, sharper. The Mirror Node pulsed faintly on his chest, whispering feedback through his nerves.

 Chapter 309: Continous Ascension

    Roselia, Milim, and the others watched from the edge of the chamber, silent. They could feel it¡ªLeon had entered a new rhythm. Not just stronger, but cleaner, as if the Tower itself was folding around his tempo.

    Inside the arena, the space was different. It was not a ring, nor a pit¡ªbut a mirrored coliseum: floor, ceiling, and walls composed of semi-reflective obsidian, shimmering like still water. An illusory effect, yes, but also strategic.

    His opponent stepped forth: a slender, masked figure with flowing obsidian robes and mirrored armor plates woven over their limbs. They moved silently, gliding over the arena floor as if skating on frozen glass.

    A voice whispered through the chamber:

    "Champion of Rank 53: Veyla of the Fractured Form. Mirror Dancer. Deceiver of Momentum."

    Leon''s brow furrowed. This opponent was different¡ªnot a brute force combatant like Korath, nor a relentless juggernaut like Kragg. This would be a duel of timing, redirection, and precision. A test of how well he could control his own echo.

    The signal flared.

    BEGIN.

    Veyla vanished.

    Leon''s instinct fired¡ªhe sidestepped just as a mirrored afterimage lunged from behind him, a scythe of reflected force slashing across the air. The blow missed his neck by inches.

    He didn''t wait.

    Leon slammed his foot into the obsidian floor, activating Shell Reverb: Shatter Echo. The floor beneath cracked, and a wave of stored kinetic force launched upward into a back-kick aimed where he predicted the real Veyla would reposition.

    It connected.

    The Mirror Dancer spun away, skidding back, cloak fluttering. She hissed something inaudible, then moved again¡ªsplitting into four illusions, each perfectly mirroring her motion.

    Leon''s eyes narrowed. No tells. No shadows. No aura. The illusions were momentum-clones, generated by the mirrored surfaces¡ªreal enough to strike, false enough to bait a counter.

    But Leon didn''t guess.

    He remembered.

    Shell Reverb pulsed¡ªan echo from her first strike gave him a resonant thread, a feel for her kinetic signature. He dropped his center of gravity, clenched a fist, and spun into a feint¡ª

    ¡ªand then a pivot elbow behind him, where her real presence lingered just out of sync.

    Crack!

    Her mask fractured.

    Staggering, Veyla reeled from the hit, the other clones breaking into shards of refracted energy. She twisted, flipped back, and unleashed a ripple of cutting force from her limbs¡ªan advanced mirror technique known as "Reflected Guillotine."

    Leon brought his arms up¡ªtook the hit.

    He let the blades slash him, shallow but clean. The pain was real¡ªbut so was the memory.

    Shell Reverb activated.

    Stored force erupted from his wounds, not as blasts¡ªbut as counter-curves, mirroring Veyla''s own slashes with reversed angles. One, two, three¡ªeach one catching her off guard.

    The final hit blew her mask apart¡ªrevealing her insectoid Obsidian Ant features beneath, eyes wide in disbelief.

    She knelt, hand pressing the ground to steady herself.

    Leon approached, fists still humming.

    But Veyla raised a hand in surrender.

    "I yield," she said, voice hoarse. "You... you reflected more than my blade. You reflected my intention."

    The crowd was dead silent.

    Then, as the arena began to dim, the runes flared.

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 53 Defeated."

    Shell Reverb Mastery increased to 64%.

    Leon exhaled, sweat dripping down his brow.

    The path forward was growing clearer.

    But ahead, the pressure would only build.

    As the shimmering lights of the Rank 53 arena faded, Leon stepped out of the obsidian coliseum¡ªhis breath steady, body bruised, but mind razor-focused. Veyla remained behind, bowing once before vanishing into the mirrored halls that retracted into the arena''s core.

    Outside, his team waited.

    Roselia met him first, handing him a cloth. "You took more cuts than usual."

    Leon wiped the blood from his cheek and smiled faintly. "She made me earn it."

    Naval gave a low whistle. "Veyla''s not a name thrown around lightly. You just beat one of the Tower''s most elusive martial artists."

    Milim tilted her head. "You didn''t even break a limb. That''s almost disappointing."

    Leon chuckled. "It means I''m improving."

    Suddenly, one of the elder Ant attendants¡ªgray-chitined, stooped with age but heavy with presence¡ªstepped forward. He wore a carved mantle bearing the rune for Pulse Ancestor.

    "You''ve tread deeper into the Shell Pulse than any outsider ever has," the elder rasped. "The reverb of your battle rang through the floor itself."

    Leon turned toward him and bowed slightly. "I''m still learning."

    "Then learn more," the elder said. "Come. It is time you received the next part of the Shell Reverb¡ªSubform: Shatter Echo."

    In the Shellheart Chamber ¡ª Ant Clan''s Inner Sanctum

    Leon stood shirtless in the middle of a spiraling stone well, its walls inscribed with looping glyphs of ancient combat memory. Obsidian dust floated in the air, shimmering with ambient force.

    The elder''s voice echoed through the chamber.

    "Shell Reverb is not just defense. It is not just counterforce. It is memory turned to weaponry. But even memory can fracture. When it does... what remains can destroy not just your foe¡ªbut the very structure of the clash."

    The elder raised both hands. A swirling memory projection of Leon''s previous fights shimmered above them. Kragg. Korath. Veyla.

    "All combat echoes carry faultlines. Most warriors ignore them. But you... you will exploit them."

    A series of strikes lashed from the memories¡ªLeon''s own moves¡ªnow overlaid with red fractures in their pathways.

    "These are Reverb Faults. Subtle, invisible breaks in a strike''s momentum that can be shattered deliberately."

    He struck the air¡ªand it cracked like glass, briefly revealing a hidden thread of kinetic force.

    "Now, watch."

    The elder moved in a flowing stance, slow at first¡ªbut each movement carried a ripple of invisible power. Then, mid-spin, he shattered his own motion.

    The result was an echo within the echo¡ªa sudden reverse-flash of force that came a second after the original strike.

    "This is Shatter Echo. The after-echo of a strike, fractured and repurposed into a secondary burst."

    Leon''s eyes narrowed. He could feel it¡ªthis was more than an ability. It was a tempo shift in combat, something only usable by those who truly understood Shell Reverb''s heartbeat.

    He stepped forward.

    "Show me again," he said.

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    Hours Later

    Sweat poured from Leon''s body as he stood surrounded by hundreds of shattered echo-threads. His strikes had grown unnaturally fluid¡ªstriking once, but then rebounding on a new vector with each shatter. It was chaos made precise.

    A new prompt shimmered before him:

    Shell Reverb Subform Unlocked: Shatter Echo

    [You may now store and rupture momentum traces from previous exchanges, creating aftershocks in your movements. Use with caution¡ªtoo many echoes can rupture your own body.]

    Leon''s mastery reached 67%.

    He stepped out from the chamber, calmer, quieter. Even Roselia looked at him differently¡ªhis presence was heavier, denser, like thunder waiting to break.

    Naval gave a soft clap. "And the weapon sharpens further."

    Milim flexed. "Alright! Now that you''ve had your nap in a memory sauna, let''s go wreck whoever''s next!"

    Leon smiled faintly, glancing toward the gate that led to Rank 52.

    "Time to test it for real."

    The gate to Rank 52 slid open with a slow grind of ancient obsidian stone, revealing a vast chamber unlike any before it.

    This was not an arena.

    It was a temple¡ªor perhaps a battlefield buried within one. Dozens of cracked statues loomed across the chamber, each resembling warriors in different combat stances. Faint energy shimmered along the statues'' limbs, as if frozen moments from a war long past had been immortalized here.

    In the center, seated atop a throne of petrified remains, was the Rank 52 champion.

    Rav''nok, the Silent Archive

    A warrior-monk of the Obsidian Ants, Rav''nok wore no armor. His body was lean, not hulking, and his arms were wrapped in cloth soaked with memory-ink¡ªstories of thousands of battles etched into his skin.

    But his aura was immense. Still. Weighty.

    He stood with slow purpose as Leon approached. His antennae twitched once. Then¡ª

    "You carry the Reverb now," Rav''nok said in a deep, surprisingly calm voice. "Do you carry its burden as well?"

    Leon cracked his knuckles. "I carry its truth. Let''s see how deep it goes."

    The statues around the arena hummed to life, glowing briefly¡ªeach one feeding energy into the battleground.

    Rav''nok raised his arms. "Then come. Let your Shell Reverb echo against the Archive."

    The first strike was a ghost.

    Leon dodged¡ªbut only just. Rav''nok had vanished and reappeared behind him, striking with the back of his elbow, a movement so subtle it felt like an afterthought.

    Shell Reverb triggered.

    Leon redirected the momentum¡ªbut Rav''nok''s follow-up shattered through the counter, echoing his own echo.

    Leon''s eyes widened. He''s using Shatter Echo too... but on a deeper layer.

    Every strike Rav''nok unleashed was an echo within an echo. He attacked not the body¡ªbut the afterimage left behind by Leon''s movements. The tempo was different. Slower, but heavier. Like fighting time itself.

    Leon adjusted quickly. He let Rav''nok strike¡ªthen fractured the impact, sending out a Shatter Echo from his shoulder, blasting Rav''nok off his center.

    The two clashed again.

    Fist against elbow. Knee against hip. Echoes spiraling outward like ripples in time.

    Statues in the arena shook with each aftershock.

    Rav''nok struck low¡ªLeon countered with a twisting Shell Reverb flip, launching a double-echo into Rav''nok''s ribs.

    Crack.

    Rav''nok didn''t fall, but his breathing changed.

    The elder warrior''s stance shifted. The temple dimmed.

    He whispered, "Third Layer Echo."

    Leon''s eyes widened as Rav''nok began using triple-layered Shatter Echoes, each strike rebounding not once, not twice¡ªbut three times across different kinetic timelines.

    Leon''s body howled in resistance¡ªbut he pushed harder, syncing with the pulse, bleeding his own blood to sync with the memory current.

    Then¡ª

    Flash.

    Leon didn''t evade.

    He let a blow land.

    Then he fractured the moment. Once.

    Fractured the after-echo. Twice.

    And then ruptured the momentum a third time, combining it with his own strike.

    "Shell Reverb: Shatter Echo¡ªTripart Echo Burst!"

    His fist detonated against Rav''nok''s chest in a triple-ringed blast of kinetic rupture.

    Rav''nok staggered, arms failing to catch himself. The shockwaves cracked even the memory-statues.

    Then¡ªhe dropped to one knee.

    And bowed.

    "I yield. The Archive accepts your resonance."

    The arena dimmed.

    Rank 52 Cleared.

    Shell Reverb Mastery: 72%

    Advanced Layer Detected ¡ª Tripart Echo Capable.

    Rav''nok rose slowly, offering Leon a memory-inked scroll.

    "This... is the path to the Fourth Echo. You will not survive it yet. But when the time comes¡ªlet this guide you."

    Leon took it with respect.

    Roselia met him at the edge. "That was the quietest war I''ve ever seen."

    Naval blinked. "No flash. No roars. Just pressure and echoes. That... was terrifying."

    Leon simply said, "Let''s rest. Then on to Rank 51."

    ***

    Obsidian Arena ¨C Rank 51 Challenge

    The next battle began under a blood-red sky, as the Obsidian Temple''s upper terrace opened to reveal a battlefield unlike the others¡ªa jagged canyon cut through layers of living obsidian. Smoke and heat rose in columns, and the only platform was a narrow bridge of molten glass stretching over a pit of magma.

    Leon stood at the edge, breath steady. His injuries from the last battle hadn''t fully healed¡ªhis ribs ached, and his left leg was still partially wrapped. But he couldn''t stop now.

    From the opposite end stepped his next opponent: Velkhar the Molten Coil, Rank 51¡ªan obsidian ant warrior twisted by magma-infused evolution. His exoskeleton was lined with hardened lava, and steam hissed from vents along his spine. Unlike the others, Velkhar used a hybrid style: brute force combined with volcanic techniques that warped the battlefield itself.

    As the bridge sealed behind them, molten glyphs lit up underfoot.

    "Shell Reverb will only carry you so far," Velkhar said, voice low and grinding like shifting earth. "You''ll burn here, outsider."

    Leon gave no reply. His knuckles cracked. His aura shimmered faintly as Shell Reverb initialized.

    Velkhar struck first¡ªslamming his fists into the molten bridge, sending gouts of fire spiraling toward Leon. The eruption was fast and wide¡ªno room to dodge.

    Leon activated a shell twist¡ªrolling into the blow, absorbing some of the shock with Shell Reverb. He redirected the force into a backstep, but Velkhar was already upon him.

    A knee strike to the ribs¡ªcrack.

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    Leon activated a shell twist¡ªrolling into the blow, absorbing some of the shock with Shell Reverb. He redirected the force into a backstep, but Velkhar was already upon him.

    A knee strike to the ribs¡ªcrack.

    Leon coughed blood but didn''t fall. He grabbed the arm and countered with a point-blank pulse of kinetic feedback¡ªhis Shell Reverb spitting out the magma-blast''s echo into Velkhar''s chest.

    Boom!

    The explosion sent both of them flying, but Velkhar landed first, flames licking across his armored limbs. "Good," he muttered. "Fight like a beast."

    The temperature on the bridge skyrocketed. Molten vents burst, and the obsidian under their feet became glasslike and slippery. Leon''s boots smoked.

    He charged in, using Tripart Echo for the first time this battle¡ªthree layers of stored impact detonated in a single motion. His punch shattered a chunk of Velkhar''s shoulder-plate¡ªbut not without cost.

    Velkhar roared and grabbed Leon mid-strike, slamming him to the floor once, twice, thrice.

    Blood pooled beneath Leon, his bones fracturing. His mind blurred.

    Shell Reverb Mastery: 73%

    He grit his teeth. "Pain is just stored data."

    He twisted into the floor, absorbing the last slam with a spiral-based flow¡ªthen detonated it upward as a pulse that knocked Velkhar''s arms wide open. Leon rose, using the recoil to plant a heel into Velkhar''s chin, flipping the brute.

    But Velkhar caught his leg mid-air¡ªand dragged him headfirst into a geyser vent.

    Leon''s body was scorched. Skin burned. Blood steamed from fresh cuts. But in that moment of pain, the memory became pure.

    He activated a new layered maneuver¡ªShell Reverb: Delay Pulse¡ªusing staggered echoes from previous blows and spacing them into timed intervals.

    Boom. Boom. Boom.

    Three internal explosions shook Velkhar from the inside. His chest burst. He staggered back¡ª

    ¡ªbut refused to fall.

    The two stood, both barely upright.

    Then Leon whispered, "Fourth Echo¡ªDrift Spiral."

    He vanished¡ªreappearing behind Velkhar with a movement that didn''t disturb the air.

    One strike. All stored force from the battle condensed into a spiraled kinetic lance.

    Leon drove it into Velkhar''s back.

    The arena ruptured.

    Flames died.

    Silence.

    Then the voice:

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 51 Defeated."

    Leon fell to one knee. Blood dripped from his chin. His body trembled.

    But he smiled.

    He was still standing.

    The obsidian flames of the arena guttered into smoldering embers as Leon knelt in the cracked remnants of the battlefield. His breath was ragged, every inhale scraping against fractured ribs and blistered lungs. Blood streaked his face, his armor reduced to scorched threads barely clinging to his skin.

    Roselia and Naval were the first to rush in as the barrier finally faded. Roselia fell to her knees beside him, her hands glowing faintly with healing energy. "Leon... you''re burning up," she whispered, barely able to hold back tears. "You should''ve stopped after Rank 52."

    Naval stood behind, arms folded but eyes grim. "He won¡ªbut barely. That wasn''t victory. That was survival by a thread."

    Leon didn''t respond at first. His eyes were half-lidded, mind still echoing with the final pulse of the Drift Spiral. His body trembled not from fear¡ªbut from how close it had come to breaking.

    Footsteps echoed across the fractured bridge.

    A towering elder Obsidian Ant, robed in aged battle-leathers, approached slowly. Unlike the other warriors, this one bore no weapon¡ªonly a staff etched with ancient runes and the unmistakable crest of the Ant Clan Elders. His carapace had grayed with age, his eyes sunken but piercing.

    He halted before Leon and bowed his head.

    "You have done the impossible," the Elder said, voice gravelly yet composed. "No outsider in the last fifty cycles has reached Rank 51, let alone passed it."

    Leon tried to speak¡ªbut coughed violently instead, tasting copper.

    The Elder raised a hand. "Do not waste your breath. Listen."

    A long pause followed.

    "You are at your limit, Leon of the Voidbreakers," the Elder said solemnly. "I have watched your ascent since Rank 70. You have climbed far too quickly, and pushed your mortal shell beyond what most endure in decades."

    Leon looked up, jaw tight. "I''m not done¡ª"

    "But your body is," the Elder interjected, firm but not cruel. "Your core is fraying. Your pulse techniques are overtaxed. Another battle like this, and you will not walk away. You will break."

    The wind whistled through the arena, quieting the crowd.

    "You carry the weight of growth not just in strength, but in wisdom," the Elder continued. "And wisdom sometimes means knowing when to pause. To build anew. You have proven your might. Now grow your foundation¡ªor die with it shattered."

    Leon lowered his eyes.

    His fists, still clenched, relaxed.

    "...I understand," he finally said.

    The Elder nodded slowly. "Good. Rest. Heal. Ascend not just in the rankings, but in level, body, and spirit. You are close to your next evolution. Let it come to you with purpose, not desperation."

    He turned, his cloak sweeping behind him.

    "One more thing, Leon Voidbreaker."

    Leon glanced up again.

    "When you are ready... come to the Obsidian Breach Monastery. The Fourth Layer of Shell Reverb¡ªThe Absolute Return¡ªis taught only there."

    With that, the elder vanished into the tunnels, leaving only silence in his wake.

    Roselia leaned into Leon''s side, helping him stand with her shoulder.

    Leon looked up toward the towering ziggurat that led to Rank 50... then turned away.

    Not out of defeat.

    But because even dragons must sleep between flights.

    ***

    Leon lay bandaged and recovering in a moss-lined chamber at the Obsidian Breach Monastery. The Elder Ant''s warning echoed in his thoughts:

    "You walk a line, Voidbreaker. One more step, and your shell may crack beyond repair. Your will is strong¡ªbut your body bleeds truth."

    His muscles ached, his breathing was shallow, and the heat of the final blow from Rank 51 still pulsed beneath his ribs like a brand. Roselia sat nearby, gently cleaning a fresh wound on his side, her expression tight with worry.

    "You pushed too far," she muttered.

    Leon didn''t argue. "I had to see where the edge was."

    Roman entered next, carrying a clay jug of cooling root extract. "You found the edge, alright," he said, handing it over. "Nearly fell right off it."

 Chapter 312: Limit Reached

    The monastery''s air was filled with the low resonance hum of ancient Shell Pulse training, as if the walls themselves whispered lessons to those who''d survived this far.

    A few hours later, the same Elder Ant¡ªgarbed in spiraling robes of obsidian silk¡ªreturned.

    "You did not die. That is something," she said, her antennae flicking thoughtfully. "When your level and foundation rise again, return to this place. The Fourth Layer of Shell Reverb awaits¡ªthe Absolute Return."

    Leon looked up at her. "How many have mastered it?"

    "Few. Most fail the first three. Only the broken can carry the weight of the fourth."

    He nodded slowly. "I''ll be back. Stronger."

    The Elder Ant''s mandibles clicked once in approval. "Then heal. And climb."

    "For now, you have reached your limit," the Elder said before turning and leaving.

    Leon lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. I haven''t even accessed my true trump card yet, he thought bitterly.

    He was referring to his World Destroyer: Berserker class¡ªits Tandav Form, an unstable, apocalyptic state that drew from pure destructive intent. With it, he believed he could crush another ten ranks easily. But there was a cost... a steep one.

    The last time he used it, it had been during a world-level boss raid. He still remembered the chaos, the loss of control. He had nearly killed Roman, with his undead nature, barely survived¡ªyet even then, Leon pushede him on the edge of collapse.

    The Tandav skill drew upon destruction itself, born of a primal shard from none other than Progenitor Lord Shiva. Even though it was just a fragment¡ª0.1% of the true Intent of Destruction¡ªit was overwhelming. Nothing could counter it unless someone possessed a higher-tier law to match or surpass it.

    Because of that terrifying experience, Leon had sealed off that class. The World Destroyer: Berserker was powerful, yes¡ªbut without proper mastery, it didn''t just break enemies. It broke the user too.

    I need control, Leon thought. Without it... I''m just a walking weapon pointed at my own allies.

    As the warning from the Elder Ant lingered in his mind, Leon gathered his thoughts, eyes steady and determined. The path forward was clear¡ªhe couldn''t afford to face stronger Shell Reverb battles or use his berserker powers until he evolved further.

    That meant one thing: leveling up.

    "We''ll shift focus to dungeon raids," Leon said, addressing the team as they regrouped in their inn suite. "No more Rank fights until I hit Tier VII."

    Milim grinned, flexing her fingers. "Finally, some dungeon crawling!"

    Roselia nodded. "It''ll be safer. And you need the levels, not more scars."

    Naval leaned against the window. "We''ll need to clear high-yield dungeon sectors¡ªrare monster zones, mutated fields, Rift-Bloom caverns."

    Leon opened a Rift Map projected from his crystal badge. "We''ll hit the Triple-Core Nest, the Whispering Vault, and maybe the Culling Depths if time allows. I''m at 580. We need to push to 601."

    Roman clapped his hands together. "Then what are we waiting for?"

    With the plan in place, they packed their gear, reinforced their weapons, and departed at dawn.

    ***

    The entrance to the Triple-Core Nest loomed like the gaping maw of a colossal fossilized serpent¡ªjagged stone "teeth" surrounding a descending tunnel of spiraling rock. Deep within the twisted caverns, three volatile mana cores pulsed in rhythm like the beating heart of an ancient beast. This place was infamous among high-level Ascenders for its chaotic energy and mutation-heavy monsters.

    Leon''s party stood before the gate, torches flickering in the dense fog.

    "We''ll need full coordination. This dungeon adapts to our mana signatures," Leon said, glancing at each member. "Roselia and Naval, support formation. Roman, you''re up front with me. Milim, you''re on strike duty. Liliana¡ªspotter and control."

    Liliana raised her staff with a silent nod. "I''ll monitor spatial anomalies."

    With a surge of mana, the stone gates groaned open.

    Inside, the group encountered an onslaught of crawling beasts¡ªMana Leeches¡ªpale, limbless creatures that pulsed with core-draining abilities. Their jaws vibrated with soundwaves that dulled spellcasting.

    Naval took point, her daggers flashing. "They''re fast¡ªbut soft!"

    Leon spun through the swarm, using Shell Reverb to redirect the force of leech lunges, turning them into rebounds that launched him forward. Milim screamed with laughter, diving into the fray and releasing bursts of wild, chaotic energy¡ªdisrupting their synchronized hive pattern.

    Roselia invoked radiant waves of cleansing fire, searing the parasites before they could latch onto the team''s mana pool.

    "Wave One¡ªdown," Liliana said, scanning ahead with her sight enhancement rune.

    The team entered a vast chamber glowing with mutated Rift Blooms¡ªbio-magical flora with explosive seed-pods and pheromone-based illusions.

    "This is where people go insane," Roman muttered, tightening his grip on his greatsword.

    Leon pointed toward the three largest Rift Bloom clusters. "Those are psychic anchors. Take them down fast or we''ll start hallucinating."

    Milim darted toward one, only to be caught mid-air by a tendril. Roselia burned it with searing chains of flame, while Roman cut a path through twitching vines. Naval leapt across a chasm to plant explosive runes on a second cluster.

    Leon activated Shell Reverb and surged into the largest flower, letting its energy attacks slam into him. He stored every ounce of impact, then blasted the entire core apart in one concussive echo-blast that echoed through the cave.

    The field dimmed, the flowers withered.

    Milim landed, covered in slime. "That was fun."

    At the deepest level, the Triple-Core awaited.

    Three pulsing orbs¡ªeach representing a different aspect of mana: Chaos, Stasis, and Decay¡ªfloated above a chasm ringed with bone-like roots. Guarding them was the dungeon boss: The Triform Warden, a serpentine amalgam of stone, flesh, and light, wielding one attack type from each core.

    "Split up and pull aggro," Leon shouted. "It adapts if you let it focus!"

    The team spread out, with Milim launching chaotic detonations to bait the Chaos Core, while Liliana and Roselia used barrier layering to dull the Stasis Core. Naval flickered between shadows, striking the Decay Core with disruptive stabs.

    Leon danced around the Warden''s attacks, using Shell Reverb to absorb and reflect bursts of corrupted elemental force. Every time he took a hit, he returned it with double the impact¡ªuntil the Warden was visibly faltering.

    "Now!" he roared.

    Roman leapt, cleaving one of the Warden''s three heads with a brutal downward strike while Roselia sealed the Stasis Core with a cleansing sigil. Milim punched the Chaos Core directly, shattering it into a firework of mana shards.

    With a final synchronized blast from the team, the Decay Core overloaded¡ªand the Warden imploded.

 Chapter 313: Tier VII

    The room fell still, light flickering. All three cores dimmed and solidified into treasure orbs.

    Dungeon Cleared: Triple-Core Nest

    Leon gained 4 levels.

    Current Level: 584

    Shell Reverb Mastery: 39% ¡ú 43%

    Acquired Relic: [Symphonic Core Shard] ¨C Amplifies feedback-based abilities by 12%.

    Party received bonus experience and loot.

    As they exited, Milim flopped down on a rock. "That dungeon was spicy. Let''s do five more."

    Leon smirked. "At this rate, I''ll hit Tier VII in no time."

    "Lets move to next one" Said Roman as others nodded

    ***

    The second dungeon the party tackled was vastly different from the first. It was whispered about in Tower rumor circles¡ªa place few returned from intact. Known as the Veil of Teeth, it was buried beneath the Obsidian floor''s deepest rift canyons, hidden behind a veil of ever-rising ash winds and dimensional distortion.

    Unlike the Triple-Core Nest, this dungeon was not chaotic¡ªit was calculated. Designed like a death trap. A twisted maze of predator logic and perfect ambush points.

    It did not test your strength.

    It hunted your weakness.

    Entering the Maw

    The entrance was a vertical fissure with bone-like ridges on either side. The moment the party entered, an oppressive force blanketed them¡ªkilling sound and distorting time. The walls pulsed faintly, as though they were inside a living creature''s gullet.

    Roman muttered, "I don''t like this place. Something''s wrong with the air."

    Liliana frowned. "Time''s off. The outer seconds feel slower than inner ones. This place messes with perception."

    Leon nodded. "Stay close. No splitting up."

    He reached into his shell pulse, calibrating to the distortions.

    They descended.

    The first corridor felt narrow and harmless¡ªuntil the party was 50 feet in and a Crack-Tooth Horror phased through the walls. It didn''t walk. It flickered¡ªone second near Naval, the next above Roselia. Its bite created soundless shockwaves that ruptured bones without piercing skin.

    Roselia collapsed, clutching her chest, ribs cracking from a wave no one heard.

    Leon reacted instantly¡ªslamming his palm on the ground, releasing a Shell Reverb burst to offset the creature''s phase field.

    "Liliana, mark its presence!"

    She activated her Sight Rune, yelling, "It splits into three mirror-forms after every ten seconds!"

    Roman intercepted one form and was thrown like a ragdoll into a wall. Milim blinked into existence midair and hurled chaotic fire at the creature''s back¡ªbut it vanished.

    Naval, bleeding from a cut across her ribs, whispered, "It''s not just fast¡ªit''s anticipating."

    Leon gritted his teeth. "Then we outthink it."

    He allowed the creature to strike him directly¡ªtaking the pain and channeling the full force into Shell Reverb. As the beast reappeared behind Milim, he detonated the stored kinetic data backward¡ªcatching the creature squarely in its face.

    It shrieked in a high-pitched tone that shook the corridor.

    Roman leapt in, severing its core with a silver slash.

    Silence returned.

    The next chamber was worse.

    An inverted abyss, hundreds of feet deep, with the only way forward being a platform jump sequence. But each platform was a Toothborn Effigy¡ªa creature masquerading as terrain. They wouldn''t move until someone landed¡ªand then they struck.

    The team had to jump, land, dodge, and keep moving¡ªwhile being unable to use flight or levitation. Time distortions made reactions sluggish. Naval almost lost a foot. Roselia''s flames were absorbed by one of the effigies. Milim was thrown, and Leon barely caught her.

    Midway, a swarm of Memory Eaters emerged¡ªghostlike predators that devoured experience itself. Liliana''s level dropped by two in seconds.

    Leon roared and exploded upward, body glowing with Shell Reverb and Origin backlash, tearing a path through the swarm to give the team a clean shot to the exit gate.

    They emerged¡ªbattered, bloodied, and gasping.

    A cold, sterile cathedral greeted them¡ªpillars of bone and threads of glistening nerves hanging like banners.

    At its center sat Lady Varnyx, a humanoid creature clad in spiked obsidian, her face veiled in silver silk. She held a staff made of fused memories¡ªechoing voices spilling into the chamber from no visible source.

    "You should not have come here," she said. "I do not devour flesh. I devour what makes you you."

    She attacked without moving.

    Roselia forgot her own spell. Liliana blinked and began stammering as her thoughts turned foreign. Even Leon staggered as his Shell Reverb mastery momentarily dropped from 43% to 32%.

    "She''s... rewriting our skill retention!" Liliana shouted.

    Roman charged. Varnyx held up one hand. Roman stopped mid-air, frozen in a bubble of reversed time. Milim barely stopped herself from attacking as her hands trembled with fear she couldn''t explain.

    Leon closed his eyes.

    Remember. Integrate. Fight back.

    He let Varnyx''s attack in.

    And from that invasive wave, he learned her pattern. He redirected the cognitive damage using Shell Reverb not to repel¡ªbut to absorb and stabilize his own memories.

    He forced his Origin back into rhythm¡ªburning through the feedback and striking her staff.

    Crack.

    She screamed.

    The others snapped free.

    Naval delivered a spinning kick into her side. Roman slammed his sword into her chest. Roselia unleashed flame from the depths of her divine well. And Milim...

    ...pushed her chaos energy into the memory web.

    It shattered.

    Lady Varnyx collapsed, unraveling into a stream of static thought.

    The dungeon dimmed. Light returned to the world.

    Dungeon Cleared: Veil of Teeth

    Leon gained 6 levels.

    Current Level: 590

    Shell Reverb Mastery: 43% ¡ú 48%

    New Passive Skill: Memory Anchor ¨C Resists memory tampering and perception shifts by 30%.

    Relic Acquired: [Obsidian Veil Thread] ¨C Can cloak memories or skills from detection.

    The party sat in silence for a long time, breathing.

    "That was the worst one yet," Naval muttered.

    Leon nodded, staring at the empty throne where Varnyx once sat.

    "And we''re not even to Tier VII yet."

    Leon looked at the skills he had obtained, and among them, Memory Anchor stood out as the best.

    There were many skills that defined who a person was¡ªskills tied directly to one''s identity, like the one they had just earned by defeating the dungeon boss. Obtaining such a powerful passive was rare. Yet Leon smiled as he looked at the skill book and handed it to Milim.

    "You have it."

    "But you need it more than me," she said, frowning.

    Leon just shrugged and pushed it toward her. "I''m stronger than you," he said with a roll of his eyes.

    As he gave away the skill book, familiar notification rang through his system.

    [You have given ''Memory Anchor'' as Charity.]

    [You have received ''Origin Anchor'' (Passive Skill) as rebate.]

    Origin Anchor: Gain immunity to forced skill erasure and memory tampering for first three times per 24 hours. After that gain resistance to such effects by 80%. ]

 Chapter 314: Tier VII - II

    The next dungeon loomed before them like a forgotten wound in the world¡ª"The Hollow God''s Spine." Nestled in a canyon veined with obsidian and bone, the entrance was a gaping maw flanked by petrified titanic ribs. Ancient glyphs glowed faintly across the surface, whispering warnings in a language older than the Tower itself.

    Leon, now at level 590, stood at the front with Roselia beside him, the rest of the team in tow¡ªNaval, Milim, Liliana, and Roman. Each of them carried the battle scars from previous raids, but their resolve had only sharpened.

    "This place reeks of death," Roman muttered, adjusting his undead-forged armor.

    "Appropriate," Liliana said softly. "It was once the prison of a lesser god. They say its bones curse the air."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Perfect place to level up."

    The inside of the dungeon was claustrophobic¡ªnarrow corridors carved between ancient ribs, where every step triggered rumbling whispers. The enemies here were Bonefeasters¡ªserpentine creatures with skeletal maws and ghostly bodies that phased through walls.

    "Don''t let them surround you!" Naval shouted, slicing one cleanly through its spectral core.

    Leon ducked, twisted, and countered a Bonefeaster''s charge with a precise Shell Reverb-enhanced strike, sending it crashing into the wall¡ªbone and ectoplasm shattering.

    Milim unleashed a Blood Pulse Barrage, her fists glowing red as she blitzed through a trio of Bonefeasters, her chaotic power overwhelming even the dungeon''s spirit-forged enemies.

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 48%]

    A massive chamber greeted them next¡ªits center dominated by a chained skeletal colossus slumped in a kneeling position. Floating around it were Soulbind Sentinels, armed with curved blades of hardened regret, striking with terrifying speed and bound by duty even in death.

    Liliana took point here, her glass-themed abilities turning the chamber into a mirrored dance of death. "They''re not bound by physical sight. They echo your regrets," she warned.

    Leon closed his eyes mid-battle¡ªand opened them anew, his Shell Pulse synchronized with his inner rhythm. The first sentinel struck¡ªhe redirected the blow and countered.

    [Shell Reverb: Subform unlocked ¡ª Shatter Echo]

    (Redirected force now emits a ripple, disrupting nearby enemies with residual shockwaves.)

    With each clash, Leon''s blows began to stagger multiple sentinels at once. Roselia used her control spells to trap two of them mid-air while Roman shattered another with a Soulrend Slash.

    One by one, they fell¡ªuntil only silence remained.

    At the heart of the dungeon was the boss: Nuz''Ahar, Warden of the Hollow Spine.

    It descended from the ceiling like a nightmare given form¡ªits body a mix of ethereal sinew and ossified wings, with a horned skull-mask leaking crimson mist. It didn''t speak¡ªit screamed.

    [Warning: You are now affected by Hollow Decree ¡ª HP recovery halved, mana regeneration blocked.]

    The fight was brutal.

    Nuz''Ahar''s attacks bent space, tearing small gravitational wells into the arena. Roman was pulled into one and nearly crushed, but Liliana dove in with a Glass Wall Reversal, absorbing the pressure long enough for Leon to yank Roman free.

    Milim charged head-on, absorbing a direct blast and retaliating with a Crimson Vortex Smash, weakening its shield. Naval and Roselia coordinated flawlessly to bind its wings for just a moment.

    Leon stepped in¡ªactivated Shatter Echo¡ªand absorbed a direct wing strike. He twisted with the force, redirected it into a rising elbow to the boss''s sternum, and followed it with a devastating backfist that shattered its mask.

    The Hollow Warden screamed¡ªand began to dissolve.

    [Boss Defeated: Nuz''Ahar, Warden of the Hollow Spine]

    [You have gained 4 levels. Current Level: 594]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 51%]

    [Subform Permanently Integrated: Shatter Echo]

    As the chamber lit up with post-battle glow, a sealed chest opened nearby. Inside was a Bone-Crystal Core, pulsing faintly.

    "Give that to Naval," Leon said. "It resonates with her structure."

    Naval raised a brow. "You''re sure?"

    Leon nodded. "It fits your path better."

    Naval silently accepted it. For once, no teasing¡ªjust a nod of gratitude.

    ****

    Dungeon: Vault of the Forgotten Depths

    Location: Submerged beneath a collapsed ruin east of the Spine Canyons

    Theme: Temporal Anomalies & Sealed Magic

    Recommended Party Level: Tier VI+

    Hazard Type: Arcane Distortion | Time Fracture | High-Concept Constructs

    The entrance to the next dungeon was nearly invisible¡ªjust a faint shimmer at the bottom of a dried-out aqueduct carved through basalt and bone. Roselia detected it by accident while scanning for leyline disruptions.

    As Leon and his team stepped through the anomaly, the world twisted.

    Gravity inverted for a moment. Sound dulled. Every heartbeat echoed like thunder.

    They arrived inside a domed, golden chamber carved from time-worn crystal and obsidian marble, where floating hourglass obelisks drifted around a central spire. Each second here felt like a minute¡ªthen reversed. Every breath was unstable.

    "This place is wrong," Milim whispered, fists glowing. "It feels like it remembers us before we even walked in."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Get ready. Something here knows how to unmake causality."

    A corridor of mirrors stretched endlessly, but each step forward distorted time further. The enemies here were Chrono Fractures¡ªsentient reflections of the team, each mimicking their moves exactly three seconds before they made them.

    Fighting became chaos.

    Roman struck one fracture¡ªonly to be hit by his own technique reflected back.

    Leon adapted quickly, using Shell Reverb to trap kinetic echoes and "pre-charge" his attacks before they were mimicked. He deliberately allowed himself to be hit once¡ªthen transferred the force with Shatter Echo, slamming the mirrored wall and shattering it.

    "Don''t fight yourself," he warned. "Redirect your intent."

    Naval used disruption fields to confuse her double. Liliana sliced through her reflection''s mask with pinpoint strikes aimed a half-second early. Milim simply powered through hers with a chaos-fueled spiral punch that shattered cause and effect.

    This section resembled a clockwork cathedral¡ªpillars spinning slowly in the air, time-runes floating like dust.

    Here, they met the Clockborne Custodians¡ªconstructs forged from metal, amber, and frozen seconds. Their cores flickered with moments stolen from defeated challengers.

    "Watch out¡ªif they hit you, you''ll lose an ability for a while," Roselia warned, barely shielding Milim from a time-strike.

    Leon charged into one, letting it land a solid punch on his chest. It hurt¡ªbut he captured the kinetic force and let Shell Reverb send it rippling across a trio of constructs.

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 53%]

    [New Application Unlocked: Time-Echo Release]

    (Echoed force can now be delayed and launched after a chosen interval, up to 3 seconds.)

    Using that, Leon "banked" a blow and launched it behind a construct that was flanking Roman. It exploded in amber shards.

    Roselia froze time briefly around a second Custodian while Naval drove a dagger of null-matter into its temporal core.

    At the dungeon''s heart stood Archivist Sol''Reth, a ten-foot-tall being of spiraled gold and liquid sapphire eyes. Its voice echoed in their minds, speaking in broken tenses:

    "You... were... will become... unworthy."

    It fought not with brute force, but with memory reconfiguration.

    Sol''Reth altered reality¡ªreverting the team to previous injuries or mistakes mid-battle. Roman was suddenly bleeding from an old wound he healed a day ago. Roselia couldn''t remember a spell she cast just moments before.

    Leon gritted his teeth. "He''s rewriting our personal timelines!"

    He let Sol''Reth strike him¡ªa gleaming rod of frozen time energy tore through his side.

    Leon grinned.

    Then, with Shell Reverb at full surge, he unleashed the Time-Echo Release of all three previous redirected attacks¡ªcompressing them into a singularity ripple and driving it into Sol''Reth''s center mass.

    Milim followed up with a Time-Crushing Comet Dive, smashing through the fractured timeline Sol''Reth was barely holding together.

    The vault exploded into cascading starlight.

    [Boss Defeated: Sol''Reth, Archivist of the Lost]

    [You have gained 5 Levels. Current Level: 599]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 56%]

    [Skill Gained: Temporal Remnant ¨C Passive]

    (You are now immune to time manipulation up to Tier VII and can perceive momentary future echoes.)

    Leon''s fingers tingled. His body thrummed with anticipation¡ªTier VII was now within reach.

    Back at their resting camp, Roselia leaned on him, eyes closed. "One more level."

    Leon nodded. "And now only one Dungeon remains and this one I will challenege myself"

    ***

    Leon stood before a shimmering archway, suspended above a sheer drop into lightless void. The glyphs on the arch pulsed with a warning known across countless Ascenders:

    "This trial marks the border between mortals who strive... and beings who endure.Step alone, or step never."

    His party waited behind him¡ªMilim leaned against her chaos lance, arms crossed. Naval gave a small nod. Liliana simply whispered, "Come back alive." Roselia kissed his cheek without a word.

    Leon stepped forward, and the portal closed behind him.

    The world twisted.

    He emerged in a circular obsidian basin, not unlike the arena below... but far colder. The air shimmered with finality. In the center stood a lone figure:

    Tall. Barefoot. Muscled like carved basalt.

    Wrapped in gray ribbons of faded light, their face hidden behind a helm of dull gold.

    A single phrase hovered over their head:

    "Rankless."

    "Name?" Leon asked, fists clenching.

    The being tilted its head. Voice like two timelines grinding together.

    "None. I am the Final Before. Your last shadow."

    A tone rang. And the world dropped.

 Chapter 315: Tier VII - III

    The stone chamber stood silent, circular and vast, carved from obsidian marbled with gold veins. Floating above the dais at its center was the Guardian: a humanoid being clad in mirrored plate, its face a smooth glass pane reflecting infinite versions of Leon. It bore no name¡ªonly a title inscribed in light.

    "The Sovereign Mirror."

    Leon stepped forward alone. No allies. No summons. The air here was thick with sovereign pressure¡ªdenser than gravity, richer than mana.

    One-on-one... this is a test of dominance.

    He rolled his shoulders. His body, layered in reinforced Shell Pulse mesh, crackled slightly. The veins on his forearms pulsed with Body Force. No magic. No external tricks.

    "Let''s test who really stands at the peak."

    The Mirror raised its arm, and the duel began.

    They clashed like thunder made flesh. The Mirror''s strikes were clean¡ªeach motion perfect, forged from the echoes of all who had challenged it before.

    Leon ducked under a side-kick and slammed his elbow into its ribs, triggering Shell Reverb.

    A blast of stored kinetic energy rippled out from the impact¡ªsending the Mirror stumbling back a step.

    [Shell Reverb ¡ª 52% Efficiency: Force Displacement Activated.]

    Leon didn''t let up. His Body Force surged. He twisted his stance mid-air, launching a rising knee into its jaw.

    Crack!

    The Mirror''s head snapped back. It twisted, rebalanced instantly, and punched.

    Leon blocked with both arms.

    CRACK.

    Even with reinforced bones and pulsing muscle threads, the strike sent him skidding back, boots grinding sparks into the floor.

    "Damn..." he hissed, blood seeping from his nose. "It adapts too fast."

    They collided again. Faster. Harder.

    Leon dodged a mirrored suplex, rolled through, and countered with a Shell Reverb Pivot Slam. But the Mirror caught his wrist mid-spin and flipped him over.

    He crashed hard.

    His vision blurred. His left shoulder had dislocated. The Mirror didn''t give him time¡ªit pounced, drove a mirrored knee into Leon''s gut.

    Blood sprayed from his mouth.

    "You''re not just my reflection," Leon muttered, gritting his teeth as he forced his shoulder back into place, "You''re a perfect combat archive..."

    But he wasn''t done.

    He roared.

    Shell Pulse ¡ª Echo Burst.

    Shockwaves rolled out. The floor cratered beneath him. The Mirror slid back several meters, its armor slightly cracked.

    Leon surged again, this time chaining Body Force with Shell Reverb, striking with impossible angles and rhythms. He landed five, six, seven hits¡ª

    And then¡ª

    The Mirror adapted again. It matched his rhythm and¡ª

    SLAM.

    Leon was hurled into the wall. His ribs shattered. His breathing became wet.

    ...I can''t win with just this.

    Blood pooled beneath him. His body trembled. The Shell Reverb had reached its max efficiency¡ªbut it wasn''t enough.

    He stared up at the Mirror, which slowly advanced, each step echoing through the crumbled arena.

    "Well, I guess that''s the limit of my current Body Force," Leon muttered as he pushed himself up, wiping blood from his mouth. His staff shimmered into his hand with a flash of light.

    "Time for Stage Two, bitch," he growled.

    Around him, reality buckled.

    Crimson sparks of Destruction, streaks of shimmering Aether, and radiant swirls of Gold Magic burst to life in his aura. But now, something darker joined them. A sickly violet-black mist curled from his shadow, and his pupils sharpened into obsidian slits.

    The Abyssal Mana Leech King''s pact¡ªstill alive within his veins¡ªgranted him dominion over Abyss Magic.

    "Now this is my true power," Leon said, his voice resonating with layered tones.

    He vanished.

    The Mirror raised its defenses too late.

    Leon reappeared in front of it and slammed his staff down, embedding it into the floor.

    "Destiny Spear Array."

    From the staff''s core, six golden spears formed in an instant and hurled outward, guided by will alone. The Mirror dodged the first three, shattered the fourth¡ªbut the last two pierced its mirrored legs, pinning it down.

    Leon didn''t wait.

    He raised a single finger, and abyssal chains burst from the ground.

    "Abyss Grasp."

    The chains lashed the Mirror''s limbs, corrupting its reflections. Its movements slowed¡ªits perfection now tainted.

    With a roar, Leon charged in, cloaked in Destruction-flames. His fist collided with the Mirror''s chest¡ª

    Boom!

    The shockwave from the strike inverted gravity within the room for a moment. The Mirror screamed¡ªits first sound ever¡ªand retaliated with a sweeping strike that carved a crater into the floor.

    Leon flipped back, landing with a skidding thud, grinning through the bleeding lip.

    "You bleed now," he said. "Means you can die."

    The Mirror surged, launching dozens of reflective duplicates¡ªeach wielding phantom weapons made of condensed light.

    Leon took a breath and whispered:

    "Golden Sovereign: World Banish."

    A wave of radiant gold surged from his body, erasing the phantom copies like mist before dawn.

    He stepped through the last ripple, golden eyes gleaming.

    "Your reflection ends here."

    Raising his staff with one hand and charging Destruction through the other, he combined his cores into a single spell¡ªAether lining the path, Gold locking the fate, and Destruction tearing open the way.

    "Heavenfall Descent."

    The sky cracked above the chamber as a radiant, jagged beam of obliterating energy fell.

    The Mirror, bound and slowed, screamed silently as the blast hit¡ªstripping it of shape, will, and form.

    When the smoke cleared, only shattered mirrored glass and flickering runes remained.

    Leon stood alone, his body steaming, shoulders heaving with effort.

    [You have defeated the Sovereign Mirror.]

    [Core Mastery has ascended.]

    [Level Up: 599 ¡ú 600.]

    [You have reached the Threshold.]

    [Please Ascend to the next Tier to continue leveling.]

    [Until Ascension is completed, all EXP gained will be stored and automatically applied afterward.]

    Leon slowly stood, steam curling off his shoulders, his breath ragged but steady. His body was battered, but within his chest, something felt... lighter. Sharper. Like the tangled wires of power within him had realigned into harmony.

    "Tier VII..." he muttered.

    He clenched his fist and felt his energy pushing against invisible walls¡ªwalls that would only break with the rite of Ascension. And with that break, a whole new realm of growth would be his.

    Leon took out a health potion and downed it in one breath, wincing slightly as the bitter taste bit at his tongue. The moment the liquid settled in his stomach, he could feel his muscles stitching themselves back together, the worst of his internal bleeding slowly ebbing away.

    He stepped out of the now-finished dungeon, the stone gate behind him dissolving into mist, signifying it was sealed again and would remain dormant until the next challenger arrived.

    Roman gave him a short nod, his arms crossed. "You''re at the limit now. One more step and you''re Tier VIII."

    Roselia smirked and knelt beside him. "Then just ascend already, dummy. You''re right at the edge."

    Leon exhaled slowly and nodded. "Yeah... but I need a break. My body''s still pretty wrecked. And my mana reserves are barely above ruin."

    The others exchanged glances, then all rolled their eyes at once.

    "Who told you to clear a Tier X-class dungeon when you''re not even Tier VIII yet?" Liliana asked flatly.

    Leon simply chuckled and laid down on the grass, resting his head in Roselia''s lap as she gently brushed sweat-damp hair from his brow. "Well, I''m me," he said with a crooked grin. "And I want to be stronger¡ªstrong enough to never be left behind. That''s why I pushed it."

    Roselia looked down at him, a blend of exasperation and affection in her eyes. "You idiot."

    Milim laughed. "He''s our idiot, though."

    Naval folded her arms. "Fine. But rest now. If you try to ascend in that condition, you''ll explode from within."

    Leon raised a hand lazily, giving them a thumbs-up. "Yeah, yeah... wake me up when the world needs saving again."

    *****

    Leon sat cross-legged atop the high cliff where the dungeon''s exit overlooked the glowing Spiral Rift below. The wind tugged at his clothes, carrying the scent of ozone and ancient stone. His team stood nearby, silent as he closed his eyes.

    He had recovered fully and is ready to Ascend now.

    He exhaled slowly. Then he spoke the ancient word etched into the depths of his soul since his Tier VII awakening.

    "Ascend."

    The world responded.

    A silent quake rippled through reality. The sky above fractured¡ªnot physically, but spiritually. Gold lines cracked through the firmament, and mana surged inwards like a tide.

    A beam of pure Ascension Light erupted from the cliff, engulfing Leon. The ground beneath him etched itself with spiraling runes, binding him in place as his body was disassembled¡ªnot in flesh, but in concept.

    [Initiating Tier VIII Ascension.]

    [Processing Path: Three Paths Detected ¡ª Paradox Mage, World-Destroying Berserker, and VoidBreaker (Unique Tier).]

    [All attributes are being recalibrated.]

    [Based on Ascender Potential Ranking, all stats are increased by ten times.]

    [Potential Rank demoted to SSS Rank from EX Rank.]

    [Ascender can once again challenge the Trial to regain EX Rank.]

    [Passive Skills Upgrading...]

    [Rebuilding Combat Framework...]

    [Active Skills are increased by one rank.]

    [Confirmed: Ascender Fang, you are now at Tier VIII and Level 601.]

    The Ascension was smooth.

    Leon felt an invisible barrier shatter within him, and in the next moment, his essence surged to the next Tier. For an instant, his body was flooded with infinite power¡ªlimitless, roaring like a divine storm through his veins. It gave him a fleeting sense of invincibility, a taste of godhood.

    He opened his eyes slowly, letting out a breath. "Ten times the output... again," he murmured, rubbing the side of his neck. "Though... once more, I''ll have to face the Trial to reclaim my EX rank at the next Ascension."

 Chapter 316: Back to Obsidian

    His gaze lifted toward the horizon as he stepped forward¡ªuntil the stone balcony ended in a sheer cliff. From there, the shattered world below stretched endlessly. The wind blew around him, warm with power, carrying the scent of obsidian dust and ancient steel.

    Behind him, the others approached.

    "So," Roman asked with a half-smirk, "you''re going back to the Obsidian Ant arena again?"

    Leon turned slightly, his eyes calm and blazing all at once. "Of course."

    As the Tier VIII energy still pulsed faintly in his veins, Leon stood at the threshold of the Obsidian Ant Arena once more. The ancient obsidian gates recognized his presence now not as an outsider¡ªbut as a newly crowned force. The guards bowed as he passed.

    Above, the crowd was already buzzing.

    "Voidbreaker Leon returns!"

    "He''s after Rank 50!"

    The arena shifted as the announcer''s voice rang through the volcanic amphitheater. "The challenger seeks Rank 50¡ªface your foe: Malgrax, the Spiral Shell!"

    A tremor echoed from the other side. Leon narrowed his eyes as his opponent stepped forth.

    Malgrax stood nearly ten feet tall¡ªan armored juggernaut clad in spiraling, iridescent shell plating that shimmered like molten glass. An elite hybrid of Ant and ancient Rift-creature, his body twisted with evolutionary resilience. His four arms flexed in sequence, and strange crackling pulses of kinetic pressure erupted with each motion.

    Leon cracked his neck.

    "I''m ready."

    The chime rang.

    BEGIN.

    Malgrax charged¡ªnot fast, but with the unstoppable inevitability of a collapsing mountain. His first strike was a two-armed spiral blow¡ªpart drill, part slam. Leon ducked low, his feet skimming the obsidian stage with Shell Reverb flowing, converting the kinetic pressure into defensive counter-current.

    But the second pair of arms slammed down like warhammers.

    Boom!

    Leon grunted, the shockwave rattling his ribs. His enhanced Tier VIII body held¡ªbut barely. He struck back with a Shell Pulse-infused uppercut, sending a resonance into Malgrax''s shell.

    It barely made a crack.

    "So... he has layered defenses," Leon muttered.

    They traded a dozen blows¡ªeach one a brutal clash of muscle and momentum. Malgrax used rotational torque to redirect Leon''s strikes, forcing him to rethink his timing. Leon switched into partial Body Force stance, combining explosive microbursts of motion with Shell Reverb¡ªbuilding pressure with every parried strike.

    Finally, he let loose.

    Boom!

    A Tripart Echo punch shattered one of Malgrax''s secondary arms, sending shell fragments across the arena.

    But Malgrax wasn''t done.

    He roared, his spiral shell glowing red as he unleashed his signature move: Spiral Collapse¡ªa vortex of compressed kinetic force spiraling outward like a tornado of crushing air.

    Leon crossed his arms, bracing.

    Shell Reverb. Body Force. Tier VIII resilience.

    He was hurled back¡ªbut remained standing.

    And then his eyes lit with golden fire.

    He activated Gold Magic, wrapping his fists in radiant hex sigils. Then he invoked a thread of Aether Blood¡ªhis muscles surged with premonitory pulses. Finally, a spark of Destruction flared in his palm.

    He vanished.

    He reappeared behind Malgrax¡ªhis staff forming mid-motion¡ªand he brought it down with all three forces fused into one.

    Crack¡ªBOOM!

    The Spiral Shell shattered.

    Malgrax dropped to one knee.

    Leon struck again¡ªpoint-blank¡ªdriving a spear of Gold-etched Destruction magic into his chest.

    And the giant fell.

    The crowd erupted.

    [Victory: Rank 50 Defeated.]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 77% ¡ú 81%.]

    [Memory Echo Gained: Spiral Torque Shell.]

    Leon stood, panting¡ªbut victorious. His eyes locked on the announcer, already preparing the challenge for Rank 49.

    "Send the next."

    As the roaring crowd gradually settled, and Malgrax''s defeated body was taken away by the ceremonial guards, Leon stood motionless at the center of the arena. His breath was slow, but the heat of battle still radiated from his skin. Obsidian dust clung to his boots, and fine cracks lined the edge of the arena from the force of his last blow.

    Suddenly, a hush fell across the chamber.

    From the highest terrace above the arena floor, an ancient figure emerged¡ªcloaked in a mantle of deep obsidian scale-fiber and bearing a staff whose top twisted into the shape of a sealed spiral.

    All of the Ants bowed in unison.

    Leon turned.

    It was Elder Gorranth, the Keeper of the Depth Coil and the last living custodian of the Fourth Layer of Shell Reverb¡ªa technique known only through whispers: Absolute Return.

    The elder''s eyes glowed a dull amber as he descended the air itself, riding a platform of rippling force. He hovered to Leon''s level and studied him in silence.

    "You have walked far for one who comes from Above," the elder said, voice like shifting stone.

    Leon nodded, quietly respectful.

    "You carry echoes in your bones. Rage in your blood. And yet, you do not break. That is the mark of a Shell Reverb warrior worthy of the final gate."

    Gorranth extended a clawed hand. A flicker of echoing resonance formed between his fingers¡ªlike three overlapping moments in time, vibrating in harmony.

    "This is not a strike. It is not a technique. It is the end of a cycle. The moment when every impact ever endured... returns."

    He placed the flickering energy into Leon''s chest.

    Pain bloomed¡ªnot physical, but metaphysical. Leon gasped as every battle he had fought with Shell Reverb surged back through him. From Kragg the Wall to Xa''Roj the Tremorblade, to Malgrax and beyond. Each moment of deflection, each recoil, every wound and counterstrike. They folded into a single strand.

    A voice in his mind whispered:

    Shell Reverb ¨C Fourth Layer Unlocked: Absolute Return

    [You can now convert stored kinetic history into a single, unreducible strike. This strike ignores mass, speed, and resistances. One return. One truth.]

    [Warning: Overuse may fracture inner channels.]

    Leon staggered, his mind swimming with the weight of it. But then he stood straight, the glow fading into calm.

    Elder Gorranth gave a final nod. "You may challenge Rank 49 now. But know this: after Rank 40, even Shell Reverb cannot save you unless your spirit holds firmer than stone."

    Leon cracked his knuckles, a faint smirk at the edge of his lips. "Then I''ll make my spirit diamond."

    Roselia, who had descended with the others to the lower tier, placed her hand gently on his shoulder. "We''ll be right behind you. But for now... this next climb is yours."

    Leon looked up at the tall obsidian gates that led deeper into the temple.

    He was ready.

 Chapter 317: Climbing Again

    The obsidian gates creaked open, dust rising in swirls as Leon stepped forward alone.

    Behind him, Roselia, Roman, Milim, Naval, and Liliana stood at the edge of the arena''s inner sanctum, watching in silence. None followed¡ªthis was not a battle for many. This was a test of what Leon had become.

    The passage beyond the gate was narrower than before, lined with glowing ant-runes pulsing with warning. This part of the temple was not meant for the weak. Even the walls felt sentient, whispering tales of past challengers who''d failed to pass this point.

    As Leon entered the chamber, the ground shifted. The floor was black crystal, transparent enough that one could see a flowing river of molten gold beneath, churning and alive.

    A voice echoed.

    "Rank 49 Arena: Throne of Echoes"

    From the far end, a figure emerged.

    Unlike the monstrous warriors before, this one was human-like¡ªsleek, tall, draped in layered robes that shimmered like memory glass. His face was hidden behind a mirrored helm. His name flared across Leon''s vision in system script:

    [Challenger: Veyzhar, the Echo-King.]

    [Class: Refraction Duelist.]

    [Body Force Cultivator: Shellfire Variant - Inverted Pulse.]

    Leon felt his muscles tighten.

    This opponent didn''t just withstand force. He bent it¡ªinverted it. Every punch thrown at Veyzhar was one step closer to being struck by his own power.

    "Leon," the Echo-King said, voice like a cascade of overlapping echoes, "You wear the Fourth Layer of Shell Reverb. Impressive. But I was its predecessor. I am the mirror to your journey."

    Leon smiled grimly. "Then I''ll break the mirror."

    Begin.

    Veyzhar moved first¡ªwithout movement. The moment the match started, a ripple expanded from him in a perfect sphere. Leon''s Shell Reverb instantly registered it: not an attack, but a temporal displacement, a feint that left a kinetic shadow of Veyzhar''s real position behind him.

    Leon barely ducked in time as the real Veyzhar arrived from the right with a whip-crack roundhouse. Even blocking, the blow shattered Leon''s left shoulder.

    He rolled back, bones knitting rapidly thanks to Aether regeneration.

    Shell Reverb: 8% Echo Stored.

    Leon gritted his teeth and dashed forward, this time unleashing his own multi-phase sequence: a tripart echo loop using Absolute Return''s framework.

    One punch. Two. The third came with the full stored force of Malgrax''s impact.

    It landed.

    Veyzhar staggered.

    But then¡ª

    He caught the force. Not with body, but with a mirror pulse. The kinetic energy looped around his arm and reversed back into Leon.

    CRACK.

    Leon''s ribs caved.

    He gasped, falling to one knee.

    Shell Reverb Core: Overclocked.

    Warning: External Force Disruption.

    Leon laughed through the pain. "Okay... no more holding back."

    He stood. And then the staff came into his hand.

    Behind him, three auras erupted like cascading stars:

    ¡ªAether Blood: wings of crimson-white folded from his back, pumping volatile regeneration.

    ¡ªGolden Magic: purity forged into lances, an aura so refined that even the obsidian walls shimmered.

    ¡ªDestruction Core: black tendrils coiled his right arm, pulsing with entropy, unraveling the matter around his palm.

    Void Chants whispered. Abyssal Authority stirred.

    Leon pointed his staff.

    "Destruction Trine: World End Spiral."

    Lances of Gold surged. The Aether pulses multiplied them.

    Veyzhar raised his mirrored barrier, but the Destruction pulse bypassed the reflection, targeting the core logic of his mirrored defenses.

    Veyzhar was blasted back¡ªarmor cracking, his mirror helm splitting down the middle to reveal...

    A human face.

    Old. Tired. Noble.

    "You... walk the same road I once did," Veyzhar said, coughing golden ichor.

    Leon stood over him, panting.

    Veyzhar smiled faintly. "Then walk farther than I did."

    He vanished into fragments of stored echo.

    [Victory: Rank 49 Cleared.]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery Increased: 89%]

    [Core Class Synchronization: +12%]

    Leon fell to one knee, exhausted, steam rising from his skin. His blood boiled with magic, and his muscles trembled¡ªbut his spirit held firm.

    Roselia rushed in first, followed by the others.

    "You''re insane," Naval muttered, eyes wide.

    Leon grinned, eyes dim with exhaustion. "But effective."

    The arena dimmed behind them, and Leon stumbled slightly as Roselia caught him, wrapping his arm over her shoulders. His entire body felt like a forge¡ªburning from within, every muscle twitching with excess energy, his nerves still echoing from the inverted pulses of the Echo-King.

    Roman looked at him with a furrowed brow. "You''re not just cutting it close, Leon. You''re grinding yourself to the bone."

    Milim popped a piece of dried fruit into her mouth. "Still worth it. He punked a guy who inverted his punches. That was badass."

    Liliana, normally silent after battles, placed her hand gently over Leon''s chest, letting a wave of soft golden healing wash through him. "You have to pace your fire... or you''ll burn up before you get to the summit."

    Leon exhaled slowly, the pain fading into a dull hum as the golden aura worked through his shredded body. "I know," he murmured. "But there''s no summit without scars."

    As they left the arena chamber, a faint glow radiated from one of the side halls¡ªa tunnel none of them had noticed before. From it, emerged an elderly figure: an Obsidian Ant Elder, his chitin darkened with age, and his antennae tipped in gleaming silver.

    The team halted as the elder approached. His presence was unlike the others¡ªquieter, yet deeper, as if every movement carried the weight of ages.

    "You''ve survived the Refraction Duelist," the elder said in a calm, resonant tone. "You''ve crossed through mirrored force and held your form intact. Few ever do."

    Leon straightened despite his exhaustion. "He said he walked this path before me."

    The elder nodded slowly. "Veyzhar was once an inheritor of the Shell Reverb. But he strayed¡ªtook shortcuts that became mirrors of lies. You didn''t."

    He reached into the folds of his black-silver robes and drew out a small obsidian shard, its edges glowing faintly with four concentric rings. He placed it in Leon''s hand.

    [You have received: Echo Seed ¡ª Fragment of the Fourth Layer.]

    [Shell Reverb ¡ª Absolute Return: Stage 2 Access Unlocked.]

    [New Subform Unlocked: Counter-Void.]

    Leon blinked.

    Counter-Void: "A form of perfect kinetic rebuttal. Allows the user to not only redirect but ''erase'' incoming force via synchronized pulse collapse, negating high-tier energy/mass impacts and returning a null-strike that unravels magical logic."

 Chapter 318: Climbing Again II

    The elder stepped back. "You''ve reached a threshold now. But understand¡ªAbsolute Return is not a weapon. It is a law. Misuse it, and you will break before it does."

    Leon nodded. "I''ll earn every step."

    The elder turned, vanishing into the tunnel''s glow.

    Roselia looked down at the shard in Leon''s hand. "So what''s next?"

    Leon, eyes still fixed on the glowing rings within the shard, smiled faintly. "Next... we ascend. After a night of actual rest."

    Roman exhaled, relieved. "Finally. I''m making everyone steak."

    Naval grinned. "I''m just glad I won''t need to catch you in a blood puddle again tonight."

    Leon just laughed.

    That night, for the first time in what felt like weeks, there was no fighting. No training, no chanting echoing from the arena walls. Just the warm flicker of lanterns in their obsidian lodge and the quiet sounds of plates clinking, drinks being poured, and the occasional burst of laughter.

    They had taken refuge in a terrace hall built into the side of the arena mountain¡ªa rare haven built for champions who survived past Rank 50. It overlooked a vast lava-lit cavern, the glowing rivers casting gold-orange hues across the black stone walls.

    Leon sat with his legs folded near the edge, his gaze steady on the river of molten rock far below. Roselia rested beside him, her hand loosely curled around his. Her presence was soft but grounding¡ªhis calm in the whirlwind.

    Behind them, Roman stood over a stone grill, flipping thick cuts of meat with a self-satisfied grin. "Nothing heals post-battle trauma like steak. That''s a fact."

    Milim lounged upside down on a floating slab of stone, chewing aggressively on something spicy and red. "This is still too tame. We should totally raid a floating dungeon next."

    Naval rolled her eyes, seated cross-legged, polishing her twin sabers. "You say that every time someone isn''t bleeding."

    Liliana, who had been meditating with slow, harmonic breaths, finally opened her eyes and smiled. "We''re getting close, aren''t we?"

    Leon nodded slowly. "Level 600... Tier VIII. But these next ranks aren''t like the last."

    He held up the shard the elder had given him¡ªthe Echo Seed. It pulsed softly with that strange gravity, like it contained time itself.

    "I unlocked Counter-Void," Leon said, voice low but resolute. "It''s not just power. It''s... a vow. To stand my ground without yielding. To absorb and return not just force¡ªbut the intent behind it. To make impact meaningful."

    Roselia''s thumb brushed over his. "Then make sure your heart stays steady. That''s the only way Absolute Return won''t consume you."

    Leon smiled faintly. "It won''t. I''ve got all of you anchoring me."

    The night wore on in peaceful silence. After the food, after the laughter and shared memories, after Liliana cast a soft slumber charm over their room¡ªLeon stood once more, stepping out into the cool obsidian breeze alone.

    He looked up.

    Above the lava-lit dome, far beyond the carved ceilings, was a darkness too deep to be night.

    And somewhere beyond that¡ª

    The Tower''s summit still waited.

    He clenched his fists, feeling the Shell Reverb flow through him, layered now with Counter-Void. He remembered the way the Echo-King had struck, the way pain had echoed inward, and how he had turned it into strength.

    His voice was quiet, but resolute.

    "Rank 48... I''m coming."

    And with that vow, he turned and walked back into the lodge¡ªinto rest, and into tomorrow''s battle.

    Obsidian Arena ¡ª Day of the Rank 48 Challenge

    The blackstone gates parted with a deep rumble.

    Obsidian dust flared as Leon stepped into the newly revealed chamber¡ªlarger than the last, eerily quiet. No crowd this time. No cheers. Just a quiet, oppressive pressure that weighed on his lungs and bones. This wasn''t a normal match.

    This was a test.

    The chamber''s core was empty stone¡ªa wide circle marked with ancient sigils etched into the ground, glowing faintly with crimson and blue. In the center stood the next opponent.

    Rank 48: Fleshglass Echo

    It wasn''t a creature. Not entirely. It looked humanoid, but its body was translucent¡ªribbons of nerves and blood vessels visible beneath semi-solid flesh. Its face was a mirror-like surface, reflecting Leon''s own image. Its limbs pulsed with shifting mass, fluid and solid at once.

    It didn''t speak. It didn''t need to.

    A voice resonated from the glyphs under Leon''s feet:

    "Rank 48 Trial Initiated: Echo Construct will replicate the challenger''s Shell Pulse and fighting instinct at 80% accuracy. Any weakness will be amplified. Absolute Return is under watch."

    Leon exhaled slowly.

    "So it''s me. But twisted."

    He stepped forward, shoulders relaxing. The fight began with no warning.

    The Echo Construct lunged¡ªits motion eerily similar to Leon''s own counter-pivot. Shell Reverb erupted from its joints, mimicking his Tier II execution with brutal precision.

    Leon dodged barely in time, shocked as the construct''s reverb pulse slammed the ground, fracturing it.

    It learned Shell Reverb perfectly.

    He retaliated with a snap-kick, but the construct absorbed it through its elastic mass, sending a double palm strike into Leon''s ribs.

    Crack!

    He coughed blood, skidding across the obsidian floor, pain burning down his spine.

    Leon gritted his teeth, activating Counter-Void. The pain bled into motion¡ªhis stance settled lower, his breath synchronized with his pulse.

    Then came the trade.

    Fists collided¡ªShell Pulse against Shell Pulse. Reverb clashed, creating a storm of mirrored force. Bones cracked. The arena walls shook.

    Leon moved like water. The Construct moved like memory.

    But memory had limits.

    Leon grinned, blood on his lip, as he whispered, "You don''t evolve. I do."

    With a flick of his wrist, golden light erupted¡ªhis Gold Magic twisting through the air like a filament of sunlight, turning into shields and exploding spears.

    The Echo flickered. It tried to adapt¡ªAether blood surged in its veins¡ªbut its mimicry was only skin-deep.

    Leon pulled his power inward, body igniting with the faint black cracks of Destruction Core and the pulsing red glyphs of Aetherblood Surge. His heart beat once¡ª

    ¡ªand his body became pure force.

    The staff in his hand became an extension of his intent, coated with abyssal gold, bleeding with purpose.

    "End this."

    Leon rushed in, his Shell Reverb and Counter-Void uniting. The construct met him halfway¡ªand for a single second, time seemed to stop.

    BOOM¡ª

    The floor shattered beneath them. A crater formed as the Construct''s mirror-face cracked, then split entirely.

    Light erupted from the broken body as the construct dissolved into shimmering motes of essence.

    [ You have defeated Rank 48: Fleshglass Echo. ]

    [ You have endured the Echo Trial. ]

    [ Shell Reverb: Mastery increased to 51%. New Subform Unlocked: Mirror Echo. ]

    [ Counter-Void: Stability confirmed. Layer One complete. ]

    Leon stood in the ruin of the arena, panting, every muscle screaming. His knuckles were raw. His ribs broken.

    But he smiled.

    "I win."

    As he limped out of the arena, the elder Ant from before stood waiting¡ªstaff in hand, eyes solemn.

    "You have walked deeper into the Reverb than any foreigner has before. The Echo has been shattered¡ªbut to truly control it... you must learn to let it return."

    Leon raised an eyebrow, blood running down his chin. "Another lesson?"

    The elder nodded.

 Chapter 319 319: Fifth Part

    Leon raised an eyebrow, blood trailing from his chin. "Another lesson?"

    The elder nodded slowly, the obsidian staff in his hand tapping once against the stone floor, echoing like a heartbeat.

    "You have already unlocked the Fourth Layer¡ªAbsolute Return," he said, his voice low and heavy with significance. "But what you wield is only its surface. What lies beyond is not written in our scrolls. It is the forgotten refinement, the silent resonance buried in blood and instinct."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "You''re saying there''s more?"

    The elder stepped closer, placing a clawed hand gently on Leon''s shoulder.

    "There is a Fifth¡ªthe Forbidden Layer: True Resonance. A state where body, pulse, and trauma echo not outward, but inward¡ªfolded into perfection. It cannot be taught. Only felt. And only by those who''ve died and stood up anyway."

    The silence that followed was weighty.

    Leon exhaled, heart still racing from the Fleshglass battle. "Where do I find it?"

    The elder gestured toward the jagged mountains in the distance, beyond the arena.

    "Obsidian Breach Monastery no longer holds the key. You must descend into the Wound Below¡ªwhere the First Pulse bled into the stone. Where even our ancestors dared not linger. Go there... if you still wish to echo beyond all return."

    "but be warned only 1 out of ten ever return from there"

    Leon nodded slowly, wiping the blood from his mouth.

    "Then I''ll go. I didn''t come this far just to stop at ''enough.''"

    Obsidian Domain ¨C Subterranean Rift, "The Wound Below"

    The descent was not marked by stairs or carved halls.

    Leon stood before a jagged abyss deep beneath the arena''s foundation. The rocks pulsed faintly¡ªblack and crimson veins shimmering with dormant power. This was no place of worship. It was a grave.

    A warning was etched above the entrance in ancient Ant script:

    "Here, the Pulse was first broken. Tread only if you are willing to break with it."

    Leon stepped inside.

    The deeper he walked, the heavier everything became¡ªhis limbs, his breath, even his thoughts. There was no light, only the strange bioluminescence of resonant crystals, pulsing in sync with his heartbeat. Every step echoed a fraction of a second too late¡ªas if the place were recording him.

    And then the silence ended.

    A presence stirred.

    A figure formed from obsidian and echo, shaped like an ant but radiating something deeper¡ªolder. It didn''t move, but Leon felt its voice like a second heartbeat in his skull.

    "You come seeking True Resonance... then become the Echo."

    Without warning, the trial began.

    The moment the echo-being attacked, it moved like Leon.

    It mirrored his speed, his Shell Reverb, his very breath. Every blow Leon delivered, it returned a second later¡ªaugmented. Each dodge, it adapted. It wasn''t fighting him¡ªit was recording him, and perfecting it.

    Leon''s punches began to slow. The creature didn''t tire. It grew sharper. Meaner. Realer.

    Blow after blow, he bled.

    Until¡ª

    Crack!

    A strike slammed into his ribs, shattering them. Leon coughed blood and dropped to one knee.

    Then something within clicked.

    His Shell Pulse didn''t just vibrate outward. It shivered inward. He saw it now: the entire technique wasn''t about reflecting the world.

    It was about recording himself.

    He stood. Bloody. Broken. Smiling.

    "You think you''ve seen all of me? Let me show you the hidden verse of my pulse."

    And then it began¡ªhis body started syncing with the echo creature not to match it, but to overwrite it. His breathing fell into unnatural rhythm, guided by ancient instincts and agonizing memory. His movements became stuttering, recursive, recursive...

    Then¡ªBOOM.

    A fist erupted with all the stored pain of his journey: Kragg''s blows, Xa''Roj''s tremors, the mirrored duel¡ªall of it.

    It connected.

    The echo shattered.

    And a chime rang through the chasm.

    [You have unlocked Shell Reverb: Fifth Layer ¨C True Resonance.]

    You may now record and integrate kinetic trauma to elevate your physiological limit.

    Pain no longer hinders. It archives. It empowers.

    Leon collapsed to his knees, chest heaving. The cave walls vibrated around him¡ªnot menacing, but in respect.

    He stood slowly.

    "No more limits, then."

    And turned back toward the path above.

    ****

    The arena trembled once more as the obsidian gates opened, revealing the next opponent¡ªRank 47.

    From the shadows stepped forth a terrifying presence: Varnak the Hollow Bloom, a monstrous Ant champion draped in layers of thorny obsidian petals and veined with crimson energy. His body pulsed like a heart, each beat spreading a poisonous aura that warped the very air. This was no ordinary brute¡ªVarnak was known not only for his devastating offense, but for his ability to rot vitality itself. A walking plague.

    Leon exhaled slowly, his body still bearing the bruises and echoes from the previous battles. But with his Shell Reverb mastery at its height and his recent Tier VIII Ascension, he felt his core surging with possibility.

    The gong sounded.

    Varnak wasted no time. Thorned tendrils burst from his shoulders, lashing the arena in a sweeping arc. Leon bent low, legs flashing forward with Shell Pulse-enhanced speed. The air sang with pressure¡ªhis first strike was a punch fueled by Absolute Return, echoing with the combined trauma of the last ten duels.

    It hit.

    Varnak staggered¡ªbut instead of blood, a cloud of venomous mist erupted from the wound. Leon immediately jumped back, but the poison clung like oil, sapping his strength and numbing his limbs.

    "Persistent toxin?" he muttered, shaking his hand.

    Varnak snarled and lunged, his limbs transforming mid-motion into whip-blades. Leon countered with Reverb Shift, redirecting the kinetic force of the incoming blow into his shoulder, where it coiled¡ªwaiting.

    He twisted, then released it in a brutal roundhouse that shattered several of Varnak''s thorned limbs.

    But it wasn''t over.

    Varnak''s broken pieces regenerated in moments. He hissed, revealing a flower-like cavity in his chest¡ªone that began to open.

    Leon''s instincts screamed.

    "Origin Shell¡ªAmplify!"

    A golden ripple surged around him, fused with Destruction and Aether Blood. As the blast wave of decay erupted from Varnak''s chest cavity, Leon met it head-on. Not with a shield, but a spear forged from Gold Magic and condensed Shell Reverb¡ªa single strike launched like a comet.

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    A golden ripple surged around him, fused with Destruction and Aether Blood. As the blast wave of decay erupted from Varnak''s chest cavity, Leon met it head-on. Not with a shield, but a spear forged from Gold Magic and condensed Shell Reverb¡ªa single strike launched like a comet.

    It pierced the heart of the Hollow Bloom.

    Varnak shrieked, his body unraveling in a storm of petals and thorns, disintegrating from within.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 47 Defeated.]

    Leon dropped to one knee, panting, his skin flecked with toxins and his core still echoing from the clash.

    "...That one hurt."

    Roselia ran to his side, immediately pressing a healing rune to his back. Naval followed, tossing him a purging tonic.

    "You''re still crazy for doing this," she muttered.

    Leon just grinned weakly. "And we''re not even halfway."

    The next arena rose slowly¡ªno shifting plates or dramatic bursts of flame, just a gradual elevation into a chamber unlike the others. It was eerily still. Smooth, matte obsidian, no crowd, no light except the soft pulsing of runes on the floor. A thin mist curled around Leon''s boots.

    Rank 46 wasn''t a spectacle.

    It was a warning.

    A low vibration thrummed through the floor. Leon''s breath misted as the temperature dropped. Then, from the far side, his next opponent stepped forward:

    Silvra the Still¡ªan obsidian ant matron draped in veil-like silken shadows, her body wreathed in translucent armor that shifted with the air. She bore no weapons. No visible threat. But her presence was overwhelming.

    A master of Kinetic Nullification, Silvra had held Rank 46 for over a century. She didn''t overpower her enemies.

    She silenced them.

    The moment the chime sounded, Leon sprang forward, Shell Reverb coiled around his limbs like a spring-loaded engine. He swung.

    Silvra raised a single finger.

    And the punch... vanished.

    Not stopped. Not blocked. Deleted.

    Leon''s feet slid, momentum gone. A chill went through his nerves. She had reflected none of his force back. She had simply... denied its existence.

    "Her Shell Force," he muttered, backing away. "It''s the opposite of mine."

    Silvra glided forward. Every footstep muffled. Her presence erased wind, pressure, even magic. Leon''s Shell Reverb flickered, struggling to find echoes to latch onto.

    She struck¡ªjust a palm to his chest.

    And he flew.

    He hit the far wall, coughing blood. His ribs felt like shattered glass. A normal blow. Yet the silence of it was worse than any thunderous clash.

    "Fine," Leon growled, his eyes burning. "You erase motion?"

    He activated Aether Blood Surge, wrapping his core in the pulsing rhythm of life and time.

    "Then let''s see if you can erase what''s already happened."

    He dove in again¡ªthis time looping attacks into false angles, baiting Silvra''s nullification field to activate early. The moment she tried to deny his punch, he twisted mid-strike, dropping low and launching a Shell Reverb Snap Kick at her ankle.

    It landed.

    The first strike to bypass her defense.

    She faltered¡ªbut didn''t fall.

    Instead, her aura flared, and the entire arena began to slow.

    She was nullifying time.

    Leon''s thoughts grew sluggish, breath thick like syrup. Even the Shell Reverb began to desync.

    In that moment, he made a choice.

    "No more holding back."

    He unleashed Destruction Thread and Golden Arc Singularity, then fused it with Shell Reverb Absolute Return, embedding the tempo of all his previous battles into one punch.

    He charged¡ªbody flickering, frame blurred by burning gold and black static.

    Silvra raised both hands to erase him from existence.

    Leon screamed and punched straight through the stillness.

    The world snapped.

    Cracks ran through the arena like glass, and Silvra was sent flying, her null field shattering in a wave of golden light. Her body struck the far wall¡ªand slumped, motionless.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 46 Defeated.]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 64%]

    [New Passive Gained: Temporal Reverb ¡ª Attacks against time-dilated foes now echo 3 seconds later for half effect.]

    Leon collapsed to one knee again, sweat pouring, blood on his lips, but fire in his eyes.

    The Elder in the shadows nodded once more.

    "You''ve begun to bend time... but this is not the last Stillwalker you will face."

    ***

    Leon stood in the stillness of the broken arena, chest rising and falling. The aftershock of Temporal Reverb still echoed through his limbs¡ªhis muscles twitching from delayed strikes he''d barely registered in the heat of battle. Silvra had been unlike any opponent before: not just powerful, but foundationally opposite. A living denial of motion itself.

    He wiped the blood from his chin, rolled his shoulders, and turned toward the elevator pad at the end of the chamber. The runes lit the way forward.

    Rank 45 awaited.

    Unlike the still void of Silvra''s chamber, the next battlefield was a roaring crucible.

    Literally.

    Lava rivers ran through channels beneath tempered obsidian glass. Ash rained from the dark sky above. The stands burned with heat, and molten glyphs crawled across every surface.

    Leon stepped out alone.

    He knew the pattern now: Rank 50 to 41 were personal battles. Each fought solo. Each one tailored to the Ascender''s limits.

    And his next foe was no mere ant.

    The announcer''s voice echoed across the chamber:

    "Now arriving... Raskhaal the Furnaceborn. Lord of the Blazing Core. Wielder of the Red Maw Gauntlets. The longest-standing Rank 45 champion."

    The far gate exploded open.

    Raskhaal emerged¡ªtowering, humanoid in build but clad in volcanic plates, steam hissing from joints and cracks. His fists burned like twin suns. Unlike the Obsidian Ants, this being radiated primal force. A hybrid ascender who had assimilated Infernal Body Force, forged from living flame and tempered by thousands of duels.

    Leon''s pulse quickened.

    This wouldn''t be a contest of subtlety.

    This would be a brawl.

    The moment the signal flared, Raskhaal charged like a comet, his fist trailing molten arcs. Leon shifted¡ªShell Reverb snapping into rhythm¡ªbut the punch collided with his guard.

    Boom!

    The impact cracked the arena floor, sending shockwaves upward. Leon spun from the blow, barely staying on his feet. Raskhaal didn''t give him a moment¡ªhis second fist was already mid-swing.

    Leon ducked and countered with a golden-threaded Shell Pulse punch to the gut¡ªbut Raskhaal didn''t even flinch.

 Chapter 321: Climbing in Ranks II

    Leon ducked and countered with a golden-threaded Shell Pulse punch to the gut¡ªbut Raskhaal didn''t even flinch.

    "Too slow!" the champion roared, swinging again.

    Leon took the hit, used Shell Reverb to absorb and store the energy¡ªbut Raskhaal grabbed him mid-air, suplexed him into the obsidian.

    Pain blossomed through Leon''s back as cracks spidered from the crater.

    "Your technique is refined," Raskhaal snarled, stomping toward him. "But your body isn''t ready for the furnace."

    Leon coughed, rolled aside, and let Destruction Thread coil into his limbs. Time to escalate.

    He clapped his hands together¡ªenergy igniting like a sonic boom.

    Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo.

    Three versions of the same strike echoed¡ªpast, present, and predicted future. Raskhaal was rocked back by the sudden convergence of impacts. It was the first time he lost ground.

    Leon surged forward, chaining Shell Reverb, Temporal Reverb, and Aether Blood Burst into a dance of precise, adaptive combat. He leapt above Raskhaal''s spinning lava punch, twisted in mid-air, and landed a triple rebound kick off the champion''s shoulder.

    But Raskhaal laughed.

    Then exploded.

    Not literally¡ªbut his body became a living inferno. His outer plates flared open, venting magma, and Leon''s skin began to sear just from being near him.

    "You''re not the only one who''s evolved!" he bellowed.

    Raskhaal: Furnace Core Mode ¨C Active.

    Now every punch was a wave of heat. Every movement melted the arena.

    Leon tried to stay ahead of it¡ªbut his stamina was bleeding fast. He dropped to one knee, coughing, scorched and battered.

    He had one option left.

    He plunged his staff into the ground, whispering:

    "Tandav Core. Open."

    A pulse of Destruction, Aether, and Gold Magic exploded from within him¡ªhis hair flaring, eyes igniting. Abyssal aura coiled around him like a wrathful cloak.

    He blurred forward.

    Raskhaal laughed and raised his gauntlets.

    Their fists collided.

    The explosion flattened half the arena.

    Then came the second strike¡ªShell Reverb Absolute Return laced with Gold Lattice Collapse.

    And the third¡ªDestruction Spiral Fang driven straight into the champion''s core.

    Raskhaal staggered... and fell to one knee.

    Then collapsed.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 45 Defeated.]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 71%]

    [New Technique Acquired: Gold Spiral Conduction ¨C Your attacks can now imprint golden circuit pathways into enemies, disrupting mana flow.]

    Leon stood in the ruin, smoke rising from his arms, one leg barely supporting him.

    He exhaled shakily. Then smiled.

    "Five more..."

    The victory had come at a cost.

    Leon now lay on a reinforced obsidian slab, steam rising from his body. His skin was raw in places, hair clumped with dried blood and soot. He hadn''t sustained wounds this deep since the Mirror Sovereign... and even then, he''d had his team nearby to stabilize him. But here?

    This was solo pain.

    Roselia stood beside him, carefully feeding small drops of Lifebloom Elixir into his lips. Roman leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on Leon''s rising and falling chest. Naval was half-asleep in a chair, while Liliana and Milim sat nearby, tending to scorch-marks on Leon''s outer gear.

    "How long do you think he''ll be down?" Milim asked, fingers twitching with restless mana.

    "Not long," Roselia replied softly. "He''s been breaking limits every other day. His body is... adapting. Too fast, maybe."

    Roman nodded. "I watched the whole fight. That final blow? It fused Shell Reverb with the Destruction Circuit. He''s crossing frameworks."

    "That''s dangerous," Liliana murmured. "He might be overloading."

    "I think he already is," Roselia said, brushing hair from Leon''s forehead. "But he''s not stopping."

    Leon stirred.

    The room went still.

    His eyes opened, golden filaments glowing in the irises like runes etched in blood.

    "...Water," he croaked.

    Roselia handed him the flask instantly. He drank, sat up slowly, and winced as his muscles screamed.

    "You''re insane," Naval muttered, not looking up. "Taking Furnaceborn alone, after that Mirror thing."

    Leon smiled faintly. "Had to test a new sync between Gold Conduction and Absolute Return. It worked."

    "You nearly fried your core," Liliana said.

    "And your lungs," Roselia added, eyes narrowed.

    Leon stood anyway.

    "Then I need to improve the stability before the next fight," he said, walking over to the edge of the chamber. His body shook slightly, but he caught himself. "What''s next?"

    Roman approached, handing him a new core-inscribed obsidian shard. "Rank 44 is called Tharj the Void Jaw. He''s an Ant who devoured a rift beast and mutated."

    Leon read the shard and whistled. "Void-type?"

    "Yeah. He''s not just strong. He''s wrong. The arena shifts when he fights. Reality bends."

    Leon''s eyes lit up.

    "Perfect," he said. "I''ve been needing a Void-type to test the new Voidbreaker matrix."

    Milim groaned. "You literally just coughed up blood!"

    "And I will again," Leon said, walking toward the next lift platform. "But not before I rip through Rank 44."

    The obsidian platform rumbled as the lift brought Leon to a new battlefield¡ªunlike the ones before.

    Here, the arena wasn''t solid.

    It shimmered like a mirage, reality stuttering at the edges. Colors bled together. Shadows refused to match their sources. The floor was semi-transparent, revealing glimpses of an endless abyss beneath¡ªa chasm where stars blinked and died like dust motes.

    Above, runes flickered and fractured.

    The announcer''s voice echoed, but it was distorted, as if reaching from some alternate plane:

    "Challenger Leon... versus the Rank 44 Champion: Tharj the Void Jaw. Begin."

    A split formed in the air itself. Not a gate. Not a teleport.

    A rupture.

    From within crawled Tharj, a hunched, grotesque figure with fractured carapace armor that shimmered like oil and voidstuff. Its mandibles were elongated and ragged, and at its core pulsed a miniature singularity¡ªan exposed, black hole heart dragging the surrounding light inward.

    Leon''s expression sharpened.

    "This one''s not just mutated," he murmured. "It''s merged with void physics..."

    Tharj let out a soundless roar¡ªand vanished.

    A flash¡ªthen impact.

    Leon was thrown back instantly, his Shell Reverb only just reacting in time. The force didn''t carry heat or concussive shock¡ªit was like being unmade in slices, pieces of existence peeled from him.

    Leon landed, skidding across the fractured glass-like floor, sparks flying from his boots. His nose bled from dimensional pressure alone.

 Chapter 322: Climbing the Ranks III

    Leon landed, skidding across the fractured glass-like floor, sparks flying from his boots. His nose bled from dimensional pressure alone.

    "Tch. Let''s start with Body Force."

    He slammed a fist into his chest. Crack! His aura surged¡ªdense, silver, and hardened like compressed stone. The Body Force Halo wrapped his limbs with reinforcement rings.

    Tharj flickered again. Leon moved this time¡ªbarely¡ªletting Shell Reverb absorb the kinetic disruption. The air bent around him as the punch landed, echoing with warping pressure.

    [Shell Reverb - Current Echo Stored: 21%]

    [Body Force - Shock Compression: 2nd Layer Active]

    Leon twisted, fists glowing, and launched a counter-blow¡ªright into Tharj''s ribcage.

    BOOM!

    A ripple of dimensional rupture burst outward. But Tharj didn''t stagger. Instead, its body bent the impact, absorbing part of it through sheer void mechanics. Then it retaliated¡ªits jaw unhinging¡ªfiring a beam of absolute erasure.

    Leon cursed, flipping backward. The beam grazed his shoulder, and his armor ceased to exist. Not burned. Not broken. Just... gone.

    "Right," Leon muttered, breathing hard. "Time for Sync Phase."

    He reached deep.

    Aether ignited in his veins, threads of starlight crackling through his arms. Gold Magic layered over it in concentric bands, etching geometry across his skin. And then, like a chained animal freed, the Destruction Core flared¡ªits crimson light corrupting the space around him.

    His staff materialized, unstable and buzzing with layered matrices.

    "Let''s break causality."

    He slammed it into the ground.

    [Voidbreaker Mode: Tier VIII Convergence Initiated]

    The field shattered.

    Literal fragments of reality peeled away. Leon blurred forward, his body now slipping through local time frames. He bypassed Tharj''s defensive flickers¡ªeach blow launching in sequences across multiple timelines.

    Gold Magic burned with refinement, locking quantum positions.

    Aether flooded the gaps.

    Destruction blew holes in stability.

    Tharj screamed¡ªa soundless howl¡ªas its void core destabilized. But it still lunged, jaws snapping down to erase Leon''s face.

    Leon didn''t dodge.

    He poured Shell Reverb into the point of impact, compressing every ounce of learned damage into his staff. The blow landed¡ªand Tharj''s mouth collapsed inward, its singularity reversing from the feedback.

    "Return to nothing."

    Leon''s voice echoed through fractured physics¡ªand he drove the staff through Tharj''s chest.

    BOOM.

    The arena cracked. The air imploded. Tharj''s body spasmed¡ªthen crumbled into ribbons of light, disintegrating into void motes.

    Silence.

    Then¡ª

    "VICTORY: Challenger Leon. Rank 44 Defeated."

    [Shell Reverb: Mastery Increased to 39%]

    [You have learned a new technique: Echo Detonation ¡ª Collapse a stored Shell Reverb echo into an explosive counterstrike.]

    [You have gained: Void Core Fragment x1, Reality Binder Thread x3]

    Leon knelt, panting, arm cracked and twitching.

    Roselia''s voice echoed faintly from above. "Idiot... you did it again."

    He smiled, blood in his teeth.

    "Yeah," he murmured. "But there are still three challenges left."

    Leon stumbled out of the fractured arena gate, body trembling with residual energy. The Void Core Fragment still pulsed faintly inside his inventory like a tiny caged star, and his nerves twitched involuntarily as if trying to phase out of reality.

    The moment he crossed the threshold, Roselia and Naval were already at his side.

    Roselia knelt, worry hardening her voice. "You shouldn''t have used full convergence again. Your body''s still adapting."

    "I had to," Leon rasped, gripping his ribs. "Tharj was eating time..."

    Naval sighed, tossing him a concentrated Vital Tonic. "Just once, try not fighting a reality-warping boss half-dead."

    Leon chuckled, downing the potion. Warmth spread through his frame. His fractured bones slowly knit back together. But the mental exhaustion lingered¡ªhis mind stretched too thin between Shell Reverb, Destruction Core sync, and Voidbreaker state.

    Roman leaned against a pillar, arms crossed. "You really gonna keep pushing till your soul splits again?"

    Leon looked up, his eyes dim but resolute. "One more. Just a few more ranks before we step out of this floor."

    Liliana walked over, adjusting her gloves. "We should rest. A full cycle. I''ll stabilize your nervous system with lightcore runes. After Rank 44... you need sleep."

    Milim flopped onto a seat of summoned stone. "Can''t believe you turned a timeline into a weapon again. Seriously, you''re a menace to physics."

    Leon smiled faintly. "Only to enemies."

    Later, beneath the glowing chasm-veined moonlight of Floor 300, Leon sat in meditation. His body, suspended in a low-lev gravity field formed by Shell Reverb resonance, pulsed rhythmically.

    He wasn''t just recovering. He was evolving.

    A faint click echoed behind him.

    An elder figure, robed in jet-thread and amber carapace, stepped into the sacred space. It was Elder Ma''Vhun, keeper of the Resonance Vaults.

    "You''ve passed into Echo Threshold," the elder said.

    Leon opened one eye. "That so?"

    Ma''Vhun nodded solemnly. "You have accessed the third pathway of Shell Reverb. Now comes the next transformation."

    He raised a six-fingered hand, and three runes appeared mid-air¡ªeach spiraling around Leon in pulses of memory and motion.

    "You''ve learned Reflection, Retention, and Reversal. But there is one echo left... Reclamation."

    Leon''s eyes widened.

    "Reclamation?" he echoed.

    "Yes," Ma''Vhun intoned. "The echo that does not react, but recovers. All lost strikes. All missed timings. All delayed instinct¡ªReclaimed in the next motion."

    He tapped Leon''s chest, and the runes fused into his body.

    "This is the final internal technique before you transcend Shell Reverb entirely."

    [Shell Reverb ¨C Subform Unlocked: Reclamation Echo]

    Description: Allows the user to reclaim and replay a missed or ineffective strike within 1.5 seconds of the motion. Uses an internal memory trace to refit motion and intent into a second, perfect form.

    Mastery Gained: 42%

    Leon opened his eyes fully. His aura flared once, smooth and steady.

    "Then let''s use it for the next fight."

    He stood up, muscles light but dense¡ªhis form sharpened like a wire pulled through fire and cold steel.

    Opponent: Vhorrak the Echo-Splitter

    Title: "The Blade of Collapsing Motion"

    The obsidian sands rippled beneath Leon''s bare feet as he stepped into the open ring again. Runes locked behind him, sealing the space like a tomb of movement.

    Across the field stood Vhorrak ¡ª a twin-bladed Ant Ascendant with an unnatural stance. His arms flowed like silk, but his presence was jagged. He didn''t hold his swords ¡ª they hovered around him, orbiting his form like moons bent by gravity.

 Chapter 323: Climbing the Ranks IV

    Across the field stood Vhorrak ¡ª a twin-bladed Ant Ascendant with an unnatural stance. His arms flowed like silk, but his presence was jagged. He didn''t hold his swords ¡ª they hovered around him, orbiting his form like moons bent by gravity.

    Roselia''s voice echoed from the scrying glyph. "Careful ¡ª that one''s movements exist in overlapping frames. He attacks between moments. You''ll need more than instinct to follow."

    Leon exhaled slowly, blood still crusted at his side. "Then good thing I''ve got more than instinct."

    The gong sounded.

    Vhorrak disappeared.

    The sand where he stood exploded outward. Leon''s vision blurred¡ª

    CLANG!

    One blade hit from the left, the other from behind ¡ª but Leon moved. Shell Reverb triggered instantly. His body predicted the moment from faint kinetic traces in the air. He twisted, elbow snapping upward, catching the second blade mid-spin.

    [Shell Reverb: Reflection Echo ¡ª Executed.]

    A short shockwave burst.

    Leon''s counter missed ¡ª Vhorrak''s body shimmered again, as if skipping frames. He reappeared five feet away, blades swinging wide.

    Leon brought up his arm to block ¡ª too late.

    Blood flashed across his jaw.

    The crowd of Obsidian Ants screeched with praise.

    Leon spun, stance now lower, grounded.

    Vhorrak raised his hands ¡ª and the arena glitched. His image split into three overlays, each performing a different attack in different timelines. They blended into one another ¡ª a staggered assault of death.

    "Time fracturing..." Leon muttered.

    Then stepped into it.

    He let one blade stab into his shoulder. He absorbed it.

    [Shell Reverb: Absolute Return ¡ª Stored 31% kinetic pattern.]

    The second blade missed.

    The third came in.

    Leon moved like a storm compressed into a man. The wound in his shoulder burned ¡ª he used it.

    BOOM!

    He unleashed the stored force as a spinning backfist ¡ª the full strength of Vhorrak''s own blade returned in reverse. It struck the Ant''s mirrored form mid-sequence.

    Vhorrak reeled ¡ª the split form snapped into one body again, staggering.

    But he wasn''t finished.

    The air froze.

    The blades lifted into the air ¡ª and began vibrating at such high speed that the edge hummed a tone that hurt to hear.

    Vhorrak raised a claw, drawing blood across his chest.

    "Collapsing Rhythm: Final Cut."

    The two blades combined into one ¡ª a compressed, thin wire of cutting force that blinked in and out of visibility.

    Leon''s pupils narrowed.

    "I see..."

    Then his body flared.

    Destruction Core. Aether Blood. Golden Magic. Shell Reverb.

    All fused in a single, ruthless convergence.

    The staff appeared in his hand with a flash of spiral light.

    "Transcend Strike: Trinity Collapse."

    He moved.

    Vhorrak''s sword unleashed a horizontal death-line ¡ª but Leon vanished a split second before it struck.

    He reappeared inside Vhorrak''s guard.

    Staff met chest.

    And Shell Reverb: Reclamation Echo triggered.

    The last three strikes Leon had failed in previous fights ¡ª from Korath, Xa''Roj, even Kragg ¡ª reconstructed inside his muscles.

    He delivered them all in one perfect chain.

    Vhorrak never saw it coming.

    The air folded.

    A shockwave tore the edge of the arena off.

    The Ant collapsed in pieces ¡ª not slain, but unconscious, body vibrating uncontrollably from the overload of force returned to him.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon]

    [Rank 43 Defeated.]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 76%]

    [Aether Blood Resonance: +1. Destruction Core Alignment: +1]

    Leon stood over the fallen champion, one arm limp and blood trailing from his mouth. But his eyes burned like gold dipped in memory.

    He turned to the gate.

    "Next."

    Leon exited the battered ring, his steps heavy but controlled. His body was bruised, cuts slow to close despite his Aether-enhanced regeneration. A trail of blood followed him, staining the black obsidian with flickers of gold-tinted crimson.

    His team waited just beyond the recovery alcove.

    Roselia was the first to rush over, catching his arm. "You idiot. That last clash ¡ª your rib nearly pierced your lung."

    Leon gave a small grin, teeth streaked red. "Only nearly."

    "Stop joking," Roselia snapped, her voice cracking slightly. "You keep walking out of these battles like a ghost."

    Milim appeared next, floating upside-down as she inspected him with curious eyes. "That last move¡ªTrinity Collapse¡ªwhat was that, Leon? You''ve never done that before."

    Leon leaned against the stone, wiping his face. "A gamble. I''ve been absorbing kinetic patterns from my worst hits... I figured it was time to give them back."

    Roman let out a low whistle. "A counter made from trauma. That''s cold-blooded."

    Naval crossed her arms. "And yet it worked. We''re one more rank down. You''re cutting through these top fighters faster than any outsider ever recorded."

    "But at a cost," Liliana murmured softly, her hands already glowing with gold healing light as she patched his side. "Your core''s cracking again. And your mental strain from handling four power systems is rising."

    Leon''s eyes briefly flickered.

    She was right.

    Each use of Shell Reverb pushed his nerves toward overstimulation. Aether Blood and Destruction Core weren''t meant to coexist¡ªone gave life, the other devoured it. And Gold Magic? It thrummed with divine cadence, resisting control unless his intent remained pure. Only by threading the needle of madness and mastery was he surviving.

    And that thread was thinning.

    "I''ll rest," Leon said at last. "Half a day. Then I''m challenging Rank 42."

    "Half a day?" Roselia scoffed. "Try a full one."

    "Sixteen hours," Leon bargained, slumping onto the polished black stone and resting his head in Roselia''s lap again. "Final offer."

    She didn''t argue further. She just stroked his hair in silence.

    16 Hours Later ¡ª Arena Reopens

    The runes flared open once more.

    A new figure entered the sands opposite Leon.

    This one was not tall. Not armored.

    But the moment he stepped onto the field... the gravity shifted.

    Rank 42: Karnak the Void Stepper

    A thin Ant ascendant with a body that shimmered like smoke and metal, eyes blindfolded with a strip of woven light. No weapon. No armor. Just a single mirrored step that left no sound.

    Leon stood, posture tight, staff crackling with shelllight and golden veins.

    "He has no record of losses," Roman said over the scry. "Even among their own kind, Karnak is a legend. They say his step erases time."

    Leon exhaled.

    "Good. Then I won''t have to hold back."

 Chapter 324: Continius fighting

    The moment the gong echoed through the obsidian arena, Karnak vanished.

    Not blinked. Not teleported.

    Just... ceased to exist in the spot he''d stood.

    Leon didn''t hesitate. His body was already rotating with a full sweep of Shell Pulse ¡ª a technique that created a subtle wavefront of pressure detection around his skin.

    Something whispered past his right ear.

    Leon ducked, twisted, and his staff clashed against empty air ¡ª then was nearly ripped from his hands as Karnak reappeared behind him, pressing a palm of impossible force against Leon''s spine.

    Crack!

    Leon shot forward like a missile, slamming into the arena wall, obsidian fracturing behind him. But his body rolled, adjusted mid-flight, and rebounded like a spring ¡ª Shell Reverb igniting as he turned the impact into a brutal spear-thrust of his staff aimed straight at Karnak''s core.

    Karnak was already gone.

    Leon didn''t even feel the dodge ¡ª it was like the Ant had never existed at all.

    "He''s not just moving fast," Roselia muttered through the party link. "He''s erasing his own timeline for fragments of a second. Leon, this isn''t normal Void-stepping. It''s pure temporal discontinuity."

    Leon grit his teeth. Then I''ll break the damn timeline.

    He planted his staff.

    Shell Pulse: Tier II ¨C Tripart Echo.

    Three phantom clones burst outward from him, mimicking his actions a half-second apart ¡ª built from the echo of past kinetic signatures. They spread out, forming a triangle of pressure across the field.

    Karnak reappeared ¡ª and this time, Leon met him.

    The first clone was shredded, vanishing in a blink as Karnak ripped through it with a vibrating hand. But the echo delay worked: Leon came in just after, staff low, slamming it into Karnak''s ankle with enough force to lift the Ant off the ground.

    For the first time, Karnak made a sound ¡ª a breath that felt like it echoed across dimensions.

    The fight turned brutal.

    Karnak moved like a splintered film reel ¡ª flickering from past to present to nowhere, creating gaps that Leon had to predict not with sight or instinct, but pure combat logic. When would a warrior reappear? How would a ghost think?

    Leon bled from a dozen thin cuts ¡ª each delivered from angles that should not have existed.

    But each time, Shell Reverb soaked the kinetic loss, feeding it back into his frame. Each injury made him sharper. Each near-death made him faster.

    And then¡ª

    Destruction Core: 12% Output.

    Aether Blood Vein Flow: Activated.

    Gold Magic Integration: Veil Harmony Cast.

    The very air boomed as Leon called on the second half of his power. The golden shimmer surrounded him, Destruction flames lacing his arms, and the pale-blue resonance of Aether coated his staff.

    Karnak lunged in again¡ª

    This time, Leon met him in-between space.

    He didn''t just counter ¡ª he interrupted the step.

    With a full-bodied spiral kick, empowered by Destruction''s raw annihilation and Gold Magic''s divine timing, Leon struck Karnak in his half-existence.

    The Void Stepper reeled. His blindfold shredded. His form flickered.

    Leon advanced, step by step, his staff striking like a collapsing universe ¡ª every blow a fusion of memory, might, and mastery. Karnak tried to phase, but Leon had learned. Each hit came a half-beat early, with Aether precognition, denying the phase before it could fully activate.

    Karnak staggered back.

    One final swing ¡ª staff overhead, glowing with Shell Reverb''s full retention force, golden arcs coiling like serpents.

    "Absolute Return."

    The strike hit.

    And Karnak''s form imploded into a contained vacuum of time and space ¡ª folded in on itself, gently, like a stilled ripple.

    The arena fell silent.

    Then the voice echoed.

    Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 42 Defeated.

    Leon collapsed to one knee, breath ragged, body shaking from the strain of maintaining all four systems at once.

    But he stood.

    And he walked back to his team ¡ª alive.

    The healing salve sizzled faintly as Roselia dabbed it across Leon''s shoulder. His skin was already knitting back together thanks to the regenerative properties of Aether Blood, but the sheer strain from sustaining so many high-grade systems at once had left even his enhanced body frayed at the edges.

    "Next time," Roselia murmured, "don''t wait until you''re about to black out to activate Aether Flow."

    Leon let out a tired chuckle, reclining against the obsidian wall of their temporary rest chamber. "Was waiting for the moment he phased wrong. Had to bait him in."

    Roman leaned against the archway, arms crossed. "You baited him with your lungs collapsing. Subtle."

    Liliana handed Leon a flask of Etherwater. "You do realize you''re fighting like someone who''s already at Tier IX?"

    "I have to," Leon said, gulping down the luminous liquid. "The higher I climb, the more this arena demands. These Ants don''t just fight with strength ¡ª they embody philosophy. Karnak was fighting with time. What the hell''s next?"

    Naval, quiet until now, spoke while sharpening her blades. "The next Rank Holder is known as Vorrak, the Anvil Thought. He''s not fast. Not magical. But he''s... unmovable. They say he killed a Void Wyrm by standing still until it impaled itself on his stillness."

    Millim blinked. "That''s the dumbest way to kill something I''ve ever heard. I love it."

    A knock at the chamber door interrupted them.

    An Obsidian Elder stepped through ¡ª hunched, yet crackling with power. His body was covered in flowing magma-script tattoos, and his antennae glowed with stored force.

    "Leon of Shell Pulse," the Elder said, his voice like stone grinding in molten earth. "You are pushing your technique far beyond its natural ceiling. Before you challenge Vorrak, I bring you the next refinement."

    Leon sat up straighter.

    The Elder held out a black scroll. "You have walked the path of Echo. Now learn the Recoil Script. The Fifth Layer of Shell Reverb: Karmic Loop."

    Leon''s pulse spiked.

    Shell Reverb: Next Layer ¨C Karmic Loop.

    Harnesses the total kinetic imprint of all received and delivered force in the current battle. When activated, the user may trigger a burst that replays all physical energy exchanges in reversed sequence for 3 seconds, effectively creating a combat rewind window. Usable once per battle. Costs massive body strain.

    Leon took the scroll with reverence, unrolling it and letting the script burn into his mind.

    A technique that let him reverse the flow of combat itself?

    He smiled through the pain. "Alright. Vorrak, the Anvil Thought. Let''s see how still you can stay when I rewind your death."

 Chapter 325: Continous fighting II

    Leon stood alone on the obsidian training platform, the rest of his party watching from a safe distance. The scroll containing the Karmic Loop technique had disintegrated after imprinting its contents deep into his Shell Core. Now came the harder part ¡ª tempering it.

    Each movement he made was deliberate. Not flashy. Not explosive. But precise ¡ª as if painting motion across the canvas of existence. Shell Reverb techniques didn''t just demand strength, they demanded understanding. To wield Karmic Loop, Leon had to engrave the memory of each motion into his body with absolute clarity. Every step. Every impact. Every recoil.

    He took a breath, flicked his wrist ¡ª a simple jab.

    Then, a breath later, repeated it in perfect reverse.

    Again.

    And again.

    Until his nerves buzzed with the rhythm of combat, like echo chambers vibrating with kinetic resonance. He trained until his muscles burned, until his internal Shell Pulse aligned with the world''s tempo itself.

    Roselia approached later, tossing him a towel. "You''re starting to move like a paradox. Forward and backward at once."

    Leon wiped his face, sweat and ash streaking across his cheek. "That''s the point. If I want to fight someone who won''t move, I have to move the fight around him."

    Millim flopped upside down onto a stone bench. "Yeah, well, just don''t loop into one of my punches, okay?"

    Roman smirked. "He''d survive. Probably."

    Liliana added quietly, "But would replaying that moment also replay the damage?"

    Leon didn''t answer. He wasn''t sure.

    Obsidian Arena ¨C Rank 41 Match

    Challenger: Leon of Shell Pulse

    Defender: Vorrak, the Anvil Thought

    The arena shimmered as Leon stepped onto the blackstone platform. On the far end stood Vorrak ¡ª an Obsidian Ant of monstrous stature. Not because of height, but density. His limbs were like carved bedrock, and his carapace bore no weapons, no cracks, no weak points. He didn''t even posture ¡ª he simply stood, breathing slowly, the world seemingly revolving around him.

    "Begin," the Arena Core announced.

    Leon didn''t wait.

    He launched forward, Shell Pulse in full sync, strikes carving the air. Fists, knees, elbows ¡ª a flurry of precise blows targeting joints and pressure points.

    Each one landed.

    Each one... did nothing.

    It was like striking a mountain. A living, thinking mountain.

    Vorrak didn''t counter.

    He didn''t need to.

    Because every blow Leon landed rebounded into him with perfect efficiency. His fingers began to swell. His knuckles bled. The feedback was unreal.

    Still, Leon kept going. Testing angles. Feints. Internal Shell Reverb gathered data, storing recoil potential ¡ª but it wasn''t enough.

    Not yet.

    Then Vorrak finally moved.

    One step.

    The shockwave flattened the air between them. Leon was blasted backward, slammed into the arena wall. Blood spilled from his lips as he rolled and staggered up.

    "This... is going to break me," Leon muttered, vision blurry.

    And still he smiled.

    Because he hadn''t used Karmic Loop yet.

    The battle raged on, a brutal dance of motion versus immovability. Leon''s body was nearly spent. His arm cracked from blocked strikes, ribs grinding together with every breath.

    Then, Vorrak moved for the finish.

    A full-body tackle.

    Leon let it happen.

    The moment it hit¡ªhe activated Karmic Loop.

    Time didn''t stop. It shivered.

    And then ¡ª reversed.

    Three seconds back. To just before the tackle. All energy, force, and position reset ¡ª except for Leon''s awareness.

    Now, armed with the knowledge of what was coming, Leon struck first. With pinpoint focus, he launched an Aether-infused Shell Pulse straight into Vorrak''s jaw¡ªan angle previously unseen.

    CRACK.

    For the first time in its history, the Anvil Thought stumbled.

    Leon followed with a Destruction-imbued hook, then drove Gold Magic through his heel and stomped it into Vorrak''s chestplate.

    The final blow was Shell Reverb enhanced: all damage absorbed in the fight, fired back in one condensed burst.

    BOOM.

    Vorrak fell.

    The arena rumbled.

    The crowd erupted in clicks and roars of awe.

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 41 Defeated."

    Now, only the upper echelon remained¡ªand Rank 40 was no ordinary opponent.

    From the shadows emerged his next challenge: Sarnax, the Convergence Maul. Unlike the agile or magically inclined challengers before, Sarnax was a brute of living basalt, nearly nine feet tall, with four arms, each wielding a separate maul enchanted with crushing-force runes. He didn''t speak¡ªhis presence alone made the obsidian beneath their feet vibrate.

    "Let the challenge... begin!" the arena master called.

    Sarnax charged first. No feints, no hesitation¡ªjust absolute, thunderous momentum. Leon ducked under the first maul strike, the wind from it ripping a groove into the ground. He twisted using Shell Reverb, dispersing the impact of the second blow through his legs and launching a retaliatory elbow at Sarnax''s ribs.

    The ant behemoth barely flinched. He rotated two of his mauls in a circle, creating a vortex of kinetic force. Leon''s Karmic Loop shimmered around his form¡ªanchoring every blow he absorbed into potential energy.

    Leon was fast, but Sarnax was relentless. Every block numbed his arms. Every dodge pushed Leon closer to the edge of the ring. He was forced to weave Destruction-based threads into his defense¡ªShatter Spiral, Bone Lattice, Gravity Drag. Still, he couldn''t gain ground.

    "His body is too dense... I can''t just outmaneuver him," Leon thought. He focused, letting Sarnax''s most recent strike land squarely on his reinforced chest¡ªa calculated risk. The shock knocked the air out of his lungs.

    [Karmic Loop ¡ª Threshold Met.]

    "Return."

    Leon''s body blurred. The force he had stored released in a multidirectional pulse¡ªeach echo striking with perfect rebound. Sarnax staggered. Cracks rippled up his left leg. Leon followed with Destruction Drill, infusing his staff with annihilation intent.

    The mauls came down in desperation, but Leon ducked, spun, and unleashed Aether Bloom, flooding the arena with light magic to blind the ant warrior. One final blow¡ªa triple-enchanted uppercut laced with Shell Reverb''s full release, Destruction''s fracture wave, and Gold Magic''s radiant impact¡ªconnected with Sarnax''s chin.

    The massive warrior flew backward, embedding into the obsidian wall.

    Silence.

    "Victory: Challenger Leon! Rank 40 defeated!"

    Leon dropped to one knee, panting hard. His vision swam. Blood from dozens of microfractures trickled down his skin, but he was grinning.

    "One step closer," he whispered.

 Chapter 326: Fighting III

    The roar of the crowd hadn''t even settled before the next challenge began. The arena floor darkened, and an eerie silence fell. A deep chime echoed¡ªnot from the arena master, but from the obsidian itself.

    Rank 39.

    The gate hissed open... and out stepped Vaer''Zhul, the Dreambane¡ªa creature not born of the Ant Clans, but a sealed entity from the Nightmare Rift, once imprisoned for infecting floors with madness. The Obsidian Ants had long ago subdued it... and made it part of their trials.

    Vaer''Zhul looked humanoid in shape, but he shimmered with translucent shadow layers. His face was hidden beneath an iron mask carved with weeping runes. Wisps of distorted memories floated around him¡ªfragments of dreams, echoes of screams, false visions.

    Leon immediately felt his head pulse. Reality bent slightly. His vision doubled... tripled... until he closed his eyes and activated Karmic Loop just to ground himself.

    "Begin," the voice boomed.

    Vaer''Zhul didn''t move. He simply... stared.

    Leon charged first¡ªbig mistake.

    As he crossed the midpoint of the arena, time dilated. His breath slowed. His feet felt like lead. Every step forward seemed to pull him deeper into a sea of sand.

    Illusions wrapped around his senses. Roman screaming. Roselia dying. Naval''s corpse split by a phantom blade. None of it real¡ªand yet his body reacted with genuine panic.

    "Nightmare Law..." Leon whispered, struggling to center himself. He gritted his teeth and ignited Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo, trying to disperse the illusions with raw force.

    Boom.

    The arena quaked from the blast, pushing back the worst of the dream fog. But Vaer''Zhul was already upon him¡ªhis blade a crooked shard of anti-thought, something that could cut concepts, not flesh.

    Leon blocked it with his staff, but it sheared through three of his enhancements instantly. His shoulder split open. His mind pulsed with vertigo.

    "Too strong..." he coughed, falling back, barely avoiding a second strike that sliced the color out of the world where it passed.

    Leon activated Destruction Mantle around himself, burning away the false emotions Vaer''Zhul planted. Then he unleashed Origin Pulse from his core, fueling it with Abyss Mana and Aether Blood.

    A pulse of blue-black fire enveloped the arena.

    Vaer''Zhul paused. Just a second. That was all Leon needed.

    He used Shell Reverb: Absolute Return¡ªcatching the psychic residue of all illusions he had endured. Every scream, every visual distortion, every mental bleed¡ªhe turned them into compressed reversal force.

    "Return to the void you crawled from," he said.

    Leon launched the compressed sphere of rebounded madness into Vaer''Zhul''s mask. A brief scream erupted¡ªnot from the mouth, but the memory.

    And Vaer''Zhul began to unravel.

    Not just physically¡ªbut conceptually.

    The crowd stood in stunned silence as the masked figure faded into scattered thoughts and broken dreams.

    Leon dropped to his knees. He was shaking. Not from pain¡ªbut from the sheer mental weight.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon.]

    [Warning: Mental Strain Critical. Rest Recommended.]

    Leon was barely conscious when Roselia and Liliana rushed in from the side to carry him out.

    "He nearly lost," Roselia whispered. "We''ve got to slow down..."

    But Leon, eyes closed, still managed to smile. "Almost lost... but not quite."

    ***

    The arena shifted once more¡ªthis time darker, quieter. The air was unnaturally still, as if the world itself dared not speak.

    From the obsidian tunnel emerged a figure draped in layered bone-chime robes. Its face was a mask of empty ivory, and around it swirled an aura not of mana or essence, but of dreams curdled and forgotten.

    "Vaer''Zhul the Dreambane," intoned the arena master. "The Mindshatterer. Rank 39."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. Something felt... wrong. The moment he stepped into the ring, a pulse hit him¡ªnot physical, but mental. A haze blanketed his thoughts.

    ¡ªYou''re still in your bed. None of this is real. Stop fighting. Rest. Sleep.

    He shook his head violently, flaring Shell Pulse to refocus, but Vaer''Zhul was already moving. Not fast¡ªjust inevitable.

    The first blow wasn''t from a fist¡ªit was a scream, a mental cry that felt like it came from inside Leon''s own mind. His hands trembled. Images of failure flooded his vision: Roman dead, Roselia impaled, Naval screaming...

    "NO!" he bellowed, activating Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo, catching his own spiraling pulse and snapping his psyche back.

    But it came at a cost.

    Blood dripped from his ears.

    Vaer''Zhul raised both arms¡ªand the floor cracked into shifting sigils, dragging Leon into a space that wasn''t real, yet hurt like it was. A Dream Zone.

    Inside it, time distorted. Vaer''Zhul became many, each striking from different angles. Leon blocked, evaded, parried¡ªbarely. He used Karmic Loop to reverse a feint and land a solid punch to one illusion¡ªonly to feel the real Vaer''Zhul hit him from behind, slamming him into the floor.

    His ribs cracked.

    He coughed blood.

    "Shell Reverb: Absolute Return!"

    The kinetic memory from the last few strikes surged back through his muscles. He twisted, caught Vaer''Zhul''s next attack, and redirected it with triple-stacked force.

    Boom.

    The Dreambane was flung across the arena, his mask fractured. For a moment, Leon thought it was over.

    It wasn''t.

    The fragments of the mask lifted, hovering, chanting.

    "Dream-Shatter: Mindgate Opened."

    Leon felt his mind split in two. Suddenly, he wasn''t just himself¡ªhe was every version of himself who had failed. Every nightmare he''d buried.

    His legs gave way.

    Until¡ª

    The Origin Pulse inside him flared. Aether Blood roared. Destruction hissed in protest. Gold Magic pulsed a divine note.

    Leon rose, face covered in blood, eyes blazing.

    "I don''t care what version of me you try to break... I''m the one who survives."

    He slammed his palms together¡ªTrinity Invocation¡ªmerging Aether, Destruction, and Gold. The result: a spear of raw, fused law.

    He hurled it.

    The dream shattered.

    Vaer''Zhul screamed.

    The arena cracked.

    And silence followed.

    Then¡ª

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 39 defeated."

    Leon fell to one knee, breath ragged, vision blurred. That fight hadn''t just tested his body¡ªit nearly broke his mind.

    But he''d won.

    Just barely.

    And now, Rank 38 awaited.

    Leon sat slumped at the edge of the arena, blood crusting at the corners of his mouth, hands trembling slightly despite his victory. The obsidian beneath him pulsed with residual Dream Energy, still lingering from Vaer''Zhul''s illusions. For a moment, he let the silence embrace him¡ªa rare pocket of stillness amid the chaos of his ascent.

    Roselia and the others rushed down from the observation platform. She dropped to her knees beside him, arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders.

    "You idiot," she whispered into his ear, voice cracking. "That thing nearly killed you."

    Leon chuckled dryly, coughing mid-way. "Yeah, it almost dreamed me to death."

    Roman stood over him, eyes sharp. "You were twitching before you even moved. That thing was in your head from the start."

    Leon nodded slowly. "It wasn''t just illusions. He made me feel every failure I''ve ever feared. It was like fighting my own ghost... times a thousand."

    Milim patted him on the back, grinning despite the tension. "But you beat it. You beat yourself. That''s gotta count for something."

    Naval crouched beside him, her eyes serious. "That''s two opponents now that nearly broke your psyche. You''re pushing too far, too fast."

    Leon met her gaze. "I know. But I have to."

    Naval looked like she wanted to argue, but Roselia held up a hand. "Let him rest. He needs to recover before we go further."

    Liliana approached quietly and knelt beside them, placing a cool hand on Leon''s forehead. Light magic pulsed through her fingertips, numbing the deeper bruises and calming the tension in his nerves. "You''ve pushed your body. You''ve scarred your spirit. Rest tonight. Rank 38 can wait a few hours."

    Leon closed his eyes for a moment, letting the healing energy seep in. Every nerve in his body still screamed, but he nodded.

    "...Alright. Just a few hours."

    They helped him up and led him back toward the sanctum''s quarters carved into the obsidian cliffs. There, beneath the amber glow of the Dreambane''s broken starlight, the party laid low. A rare moment of peace in the warpath they''d chosen.

    As Leon lay in bed, Roselia curled at his side, he opened his menu with a flick of his thoughts.

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 48%]

    [Mental Fortitude Skill Gained: Dreamshard Resilience - Passive]

    "Reduces mental invasion effects by 35%. Grants resistance to psychic and dream-based illusions."

    Leon smiled faintly.

    "I''m getting harder to kill."

    Then, at last, he slept.

    Leon awoke to silence¡ªnot the usual tense quiet of a battlefield or a dungeon about to erupt, but a real, complete calm. The kind that settled over the obsidian cliffs only during the rare hours when the Ants themselves rested.

    He sat up slowly. His wounds had scabbed over, muscles still sore but responsive. Roselia lay beside him, still sleeping, her hand loosely clasped around his. The room was lit by soft glows pulsing from carved runes in the wall¡ªlife-glyphs that resonated with the Obsidian Temple''s mana.

    He stood, dressed, and stepped outside.

    There, on a ridge just above the temple complex, a familiar figure stood waiting¡ªan elder Obsidian Ant draped in ceremonial exo-weave robes, his carapace etched with centuries of battles.

    "Elder Kha''reth," Leon greeted, his voice hoarse.

    "You''ve survived Vaer''Zhul," the elder said, without turning. "Barely."

 Chapter 327: Fighting IV

    The obsidian arena once again shimmered to life, its glyph-lined walls glowing like molten veins. Leon stood alone at the center, his breath even, his presence heavier than before. His aura shimmered subtly¡ªlike the sky before a thunderstorm. The crowd of Obsidian Ants buzzed in hushed anticipation. After defeating Rank 39''s Dreambane, all eyes were now fixed on the human challenger.

    A deep voice thundered across the arena:

    "Rank 38 Champion: Va''torr the Weightless!"

    From the far gate, silence.

    Then a whisper of wind.

    Then¡ªboom.

    A figure shot into the arena so fast the air cracked around it. It was not an Ant. Not in the conventional sense. Va''torr was thin, sinewy, covered in a silken carapace that seemed weightless, translucent. Every motion he made displaced nothing¡ªno echo, no gust, no thud. He stood barefoot, armored only in flowing exo-fabric that fluttered despite the still air.

    Leon narrowed his eyes. A phantom?

    Va''torr bowed with fluid grace. "Welcome, Shellwalker. Shall we see if you can strike the wind?"

    The bell tolled.

    Phase One: Phantom Step

    Va''torr vanished.

    Not with a blink¡ªnot like teleportation. He simply moved so fast, so efficiently, that the eye failed to track him.

    Leon relied on Shell Reverb to sense the incoming force¡ªducked, parried, spun¡ªand still took a heel to the back. Then a palm to the ribs. Then a flick to the temple.

    Each hit was surgical. Clean. But the pain? Cumulative.

    Leon grunted, sliding back. "Fast... not fast¡ªefficient."

    Va''torr appeared five feet away, hands folded.

    "Speed is chaos. Precision is inevitability."

    Leon''s hands surged with Shell Reverb energy as he adjusted his stance. He let the damage pool inside, stored it. Waited for a rhythm.

    Va''torr launched forward again, this time in a spiral. His strikes were like waves¡ªunblockable, unreadable¡ªexcept¡ª

    Boom.

    Leon twisted mid-hit, using Shell Reverb to redirect the force through his hip into a spinning back elbow. The impact cracked through Va''torr''s guard, forcing him back.

    [Shell Reverb: Tier III ¨C Tripart Echo Engaged.]

    Leon surged forward, unleashing the stored power from earlier hits as three phantom strikes trailed his blow¡ªimpacting with each echo like thunder following lightning.

    Va''torr reeled back, a line of greenish blood trailing from his lip.

    But he smiled.

    Phase Two: The Unseen Flow

    The arena warped.

    Glyphs activated in the air¡ªnot from the structure, but from Va''torr. He moved his hands in circular patterns, and the very weight of the battlefield changed.

    Leon felt his body lurch¡ªgravity surged, then lightened. He stumbled, the weight behind his punches gone. Karmic Loop couldn''t anchor without a foundation.

    Va''torr struck again, this time walking through the air, kicking downward like a falling blade. Leon blocked¡ªbut it felt like a mountain hit him. He was launched across the arena, skidding, coughing blood.

    [Vital Signs Critical: 67% Damage Sustained.]

    Roselia clenched her fists from the spectator box. "Damn it, Leon¡ª"

    Leon rose slowly, bones screaming. "He controls... inertia?"

    Va''torr descended. "Weightless... is not without mass. It is mass without consequence."

    Leon grinned, bloodied teeth flashing.

    "Cute philosophy. Now watch mine."

    Phase Three: Core Fusion Unleashed

    Leon planted his staff.

    Aether Blood ignited¡ªhis veins glowed silver as the divine fluid surged through him. Golden Magic wrapped around his limbs, bolstering his strikes. And from deep within his chest¡ª

    Destruction Core ignited.

    The arena shuddered.

    Abyss Mana leaked from his pores¡ªstaining the air black and purple, as reality itself began to thrum.

    Va''torr stopped cold. "This... is not Shell Pulse."

    "No," Leon said. "This is everything else."

    He vanished¡ªnot with speed, but with force.

    Boom.

    He struck Va''torr across the jaw, and the kinetic feedback shattered the air around them.

    Tripart Echo triggered.

    The following blasts caught Va''torr midair, spinning him like a ragdoll. He tried to stabilize¡ªbut Leon was already above him.

    Golden Bind: Chain of Gravity.

    Leon snapped his fingers, and golden shackles dragged Va''torr down, locking his movement.

    Destruction Sigil: Breakpoint Pulse!

    A wave of crimson destruction magic exploded point-blank against Va''torr''s core.

    Aether Bloom surged, piercing his limbs, severing mana pathways.

    Leon raised his staff¡ªand for the first time, the ground beneath Va''torr cracked.

    "Karmic Loop."

    He activated it¡ªnot with malice, but with clarity. Every hit he had taken, every humiliation from Va''torr''s perfect precision¡ª

    ¡ªwas now his weapon.

    The final blow landed like a comet.

    Va''torr hit the arena floor.

    Silence.

    Then¡ª

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 38 Defeated."

    Leon fell to his knees, gasping.

    His hands trembled. Blood ran from his nose and ears. But he was conscious.

    And standing.

    Va''torr, still lying on the ground, chuckled hoarsely. "Strike the wind, did you?"

    Leon gave him a tired smile. "No... I became the storm."

    ¡ª

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 85%]

    [Aether Blood Compatibility: Improved]

    [You are now eligible to receive a memory scroll of Va''torr''s Precision Matrix.]

    As Leon limped from the center of the arena, each step echoed with the toll of exertion. The obsidian ground, scorched and cracked beneath the force of his final assault, whispered of the violence that had just occurred. Spectators were silent¡ªnot from disappointment, but from awe. No outsider had ever bested Va''torr. Not without cheating. Not without collapsing afterward.

    But Leon walked¡ªbarely, yes¡ªbut unaided.

    From the archway ahead, Roselia and Roman were the first to reach him. Roselia rushed to his side, steadying him as his legs buckled.

    "You''re out of your damn mind," she whispered, her voice trembling with worry, her arms tightening around him. "You fought like you didn''t care if you died."

    Leon gave a weak smirk. "That''s not true. I fought like I couldn''t afford to."

    Roman grinned and tossed a high-grade elixir into Leon''s hands. "You just barely survived a spatial displacement master who can make gravity dance. You''re lucky he didn''t twist your organs inside out."

    "I think he tried," Leon muttered, drinking deeply.

    The moment the potion touched his lips, his internal systems stabilized. The divine mixture numbed the pain and began mending torn flesh, ruptured vessels, and fragmented mana veins.

    From above, a new voice spoke¡ªcalm, measured, old.

    "Challenger Leon. You have overcome what none have before. The Mirror. The Dreambane. The Weightless. Now your body carries wounds most mortals could not even comprehend¡ªyet you stand. Impressive."

 Chapter 328: Fighting V

    "Challenger Leon. You have overcome what none have before. The Mirror. The Dreambane. The Weightless. Now your body carries wounds most mortals could not even comprehend¡ªyet you stand. Impressive."

    Everyone turned.

    An elder Obsidian Ant descended from the high balcony, flanked by elite guards. His carapace shimmered like smoked crystal, and his aura pulsed with refined Shell Pulse mastery.

    Leon recognized him: Elder Ka''rall, the one responsible for judging worthy warriors.

    Ka''rall stepped forward and extended a crystalline scroll¡ªetched with shifting fractals and sealed with a complex mana knot.

    "This is the Memory Scroll of Va''torr. Within it lies his greatest technique: the Precision Matrix."

    Leon reached for it with reverence.

    Ka''rall''s hand lingered. "But I offer you more than this. You are not just a brawler. You are becoming something more. The Shell Reverb you wield has begun to intersect with something even deeper."

    Leon looked up, puzzled. "Deeper?"

    Ka''rall nodded solemnly. "It is time. You have learned Tripart Echo. Absolute Return. Karmic Loop. But there is yet another: the Fourth Layer''s Unstable Principle. A hidden path. Forbidden, but perhaps... earned."

    A pause. Then Ka''rall added:

    "Would you learn the ''Singularity Echo''?"

    The name alone felt dangerous. Forbidden. Powerful. Roselia''s breath caught.

    Leon met Ka''rall''s eyes. "What''s the cost?"

    "Everything you think is stable within you will tremble. Singularity Echo does not amplify... it consumes. Echoes become one strike. One law. One destiny."

    Leon''s fingers tightened around the scroll.

    "Then teach me," he said, voice steady. "If I want to survive what''s above... I need it."

    Ka''rall nodded. "Very well. Meet me at the Obsidian Breach Monastery. We begin at dusk."

    As the crowd dispersed and the arena began to cool, Leon looked skyward.

    Rank 37 loomed next. But this was no longer about ranks.

    It was about survival¡ªand transcendence.

    The path of Shell Reverb had entered its final, unstable layer.

    The Obsidian Breach Monastery stood atop a jagged plateau, nestled between faulted obsidian ridges that thrummed with ancestral energy. This place was old¡ªolder than the ant clans themselves. It wasn''t built. It had grown from the first echoes of the Shell Pulse, formed by layers of ambient combat intent and memory. Here, the air was thick with reverence and pressure alike.

    Leon stood barefoot at the threshold, his wounds healed but his body still sore from the fight against Vaer''Zhul. Ka''rall waited in silence beside a gate carved not from stone, but from hardened combat echoes¡ªthe imprints of warriors who had died in this place, refined into immortal memory.

    Ka''rall motioned. "Enter."

    Inside, the world was silent.

    No torches. No chanting monks. Only echoing footfalls, reverberating faintly with every step Leon took.

    The center chamber was circular and vast. At its heart floated a dark sphere¡ªblack, yet reflecting everything. The Singularity Core.

    Ka''rall stood behind Leon now. "The Fourth Layer of Shell Reverb was never meant to be stable. You''ve learned Absolute Return and Karmic Loop¡ªtechniques of balance and reciprocity. Singularity Echo is the rejection of balance. It absorbs every echo, compresses them into one strike¡ªone moment of total annihilation."

    Leon approached the core slowly. "How do I learn it?"

    "You don''t learn it. You survive it."

    The elder slammed his staff into the floor.

    Instantly, the core lashed out¡ªdark tendrils of kinetic memory wrapping around Leon''s limbs, dragging him into the sphere. There was no pain.

    Only collapse.

    Inside the core, time unraveled.

    Leon floated in a void of moments. Every battle, every echo, every strike he''d ever taken replayed in fractured synchronization¡ªKragg''s brutal fists, Va''torr''s spatial blades, the Mirror''s perfect reflection of his flaws, Xa''Roj''s twin blades cleaving into his soul.

    And deeper still: ancient echoes. Echoes not his.

    He saw warriors long dead. Saw their last moments. Their rage. Their defiance. Their despair. The Shell Pulse had recorded it all. And now it demanded integration.

    His body convulsed. Blood trickled from his eyes. His Shell Reverb tried to harmonize, but the chaos overwhelmed it.

    [Shell Reverb: System Instability Detected.]

    [Would you convert instability into a Singular Echo? Warning: Irreversible.]

    Leon gritted his teeth, screamed into the void¡ªand accepted.

    The chaos stopped.

    All echoes collapsed inward.

    And from the center of it all¡ªa pulse emerged.

    Boom.

    Back in the physical world, the Singularity Core cracked.

    Leon was thrown out of it, landing hard on the obsidian floor. He was smoking¡ªnot with flame, but with kinetic energy, glowing like a collapsing star. His veins shimmered gold and crimson.

    Ka''rall approached, slowly.

    "You survived," he whispered.

    Leon rose to his feet, trembling but alive.

    "Now," Ka''rall said, "go test it. Rank 37 awaits."

    Leon cracked his knuckles, his voice like iron on stone.

    "They won''t survive the first hit."

    Obsidian Arena ¡ª Rank 37 Challenge

    The moment Leon stepped onto the arena, a hush fell over the chittering crowd of Obsidian Ants. Whispers ran through the air like static, tension rising as the name of the next champion echoed across the arena:

    "Face now... Zor''Khul, the Parallax Mauler!"

    From the obsidian gates across the stage, a massive figure emerged. Zor''Khul was unlike any champion Leon had seen¡ªtowering even by Ant standards, cloaked in temporal distortions that made it seem like he moved in multiple directions at once. Each step he took left ghostly afterimages behind, making it hard to tell where his true form even was.

    The announcer''s voice trembled with reverence.

    "Zor''Khul, bearer of the Twin Timefangs, master of Time-Shifted Combat, undefeated in seventy duels."

    Leon felt it. Even without striking, this opponent distorted causality. Past, present, and near-future leaked from Zor''Khul''s body like vapor.

    "Guess I won''t get a clean fight," Leon muttered, spinning his staff in one hand. His newly acquired Singularity Echo pulsed inside his chest¡ªhot, hungry, waiting.

    The chime rang.

    Zor''Khul disappeared.

    Clang!

    Leon blocked an axe swipe from behind¡ªtoo late to see it coming, but just fast enough to react. Another came from the side, then the front¡ªthree simultaneous versions of Zor''Khul attacked in fractured reality.

    Leon grunted, absorbing the force with Shell Reverb, redirecting one strike into a spin-kick. It hit... nothing.

    One of the time images shattered like glass.

    Another two remained¡ªand they fought in perfect coordination, as if they knew the future of Leon''s movements.

    "Annoying," Leon hissed, blood trickling from a cut above his brow.

    He shifted tactics.

    Destruction aura flared around his limbs¡ªpunches now cratered the ground, his feet leaving molten dents in the obsidian stage. He used Gold Magic to reinforce his body, Aether Blood to blur his own time-frame and match Zor''Khul''s speed.

 Chapter 329: Fighting VI

    Destruction aura flared around his limbs¡ªpunches now cratered the ground, his feet leaving molten dents in the obsidian stage. He used Gold Magic to reinforce his body, Aether Blood to blur his own time-frame and match Zor''Khul''s speed.

    The arena erupted in shockwaves as the two clashed midair, weaponless now. Fist to claw. Nail to carapace. Shell Pulse¡ªTripart Echo mirrored Zor''Khul''s patterns once. Twice.

    But Zor''Khul adapted¡ªhis axes moved in sequences that hadn''t even occurred yet.

    Leon was slammed to the ground, coughing blood. His body convulsed. His vision spun.

    Then the whisper echoed inside his mind:

    "Compress."

    His hands trembled as he stood, swaying.

    He whispered one word.

    "Singularity."

    His entire body collapsed inward¡ªnot physically, but temporally. Every movement, every Shell Echo he''d stored in his time as a warrior, every deflected blow, every painful lesson¡ªcompressed into one moment.

    His form flickered. The entire arena dimmed. Even Zor''Khul''s time-phantoms paused¡ªinstinctually recognizing annihilation.

    Leon''s body vanished.

    Then reappeared in front of Zor''Khul.

    Fist extended.

    Strike released.

    BOOOOOOM.

    A singular point of impact. No sound. No light. Just a void implosion.

    Zor''Khul''s temporal armor shattered. His axes evaporated. His multiple selves collapsed into one, crumpling backward.

    Silence.

    Then the shell of the arena groaned.

    The light returned.

    Zor''Khul lay unconscious, unmoving.

    The crowd didn''t cheer.

    They stood.

    They watched.

    They remembered.

    Then the voice finally spoke:

    "Victory... Challenger Leon. Rank 37 Defeated."

    Leon dropped to one knee, every muscle in his body screaming. His knuckles bled. His breath came in ragged gasps.

    [Shell Reverb: Mastery +4%. Total: 87%.]

    [Aether Blood: Sync Rate Increased.]

    [You have received: Timefang Fragment ¨C Left.]

    As medics rushed toward Zor''Khul, an elder stepped into the ring, bowing low to Leon.

    "You carry destruction, time, and reflection within one soul. Take this mark," he said, handing Leon a shard carved with golden script. "This is your key to the Inner Sanctum of Reflection. You are approaching the Final Ten."

    Leon barely had time to breathe before the next gate rumbled open. His wounds were still fresh, his mind only beginning to settle from the distortion of time and space from Zor''Khul''s defeat. Yet, he didn''t stop. The shard he had just received pulsed in his hand, faintly glowing¡ªa token of passage deeper into the path few ever walked.

    From the gate, a calm, eerie wind blew. No war cries. No thunderous steps.

    Only silence.

    And then it emerged.

    "Vaer''Zhul... the Dreambane."

    Unlike the previous champions who exuded raw force or elemental distortion, Vaer''Zhul was draped in something else entirely¡ªtranquility. Its body shimmered with stardust, half-corporeal, as if it were only half present in this realm. Its face resembled a mask carved from obsidian and amethyst, bearing no expression. Behind it, six floating sigils hovered like wings, each etched with impossible glyphs.

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Illusion-type? No¡ªthis feels deeper."

    The elder voice echoed through the arena:

    "Beware, Challenger. Vaer''Zhul does not strike flesh. He strikes self."

    Chime. Begin.

    Nothing happened.

    Leon tensed, staff ready. His body still hummed with the echo of his compressed Shell Pulse, the afterimage of his Singularity form still clawing at his nerves.

    Then¡ª

    Darkness.

    No sound. No light.

    No arena.

    Leon opened his eyes¡ªonly to find himself standing on a shoreline made of glass, staring at the wreckage of himself.

    Every defeat he''d ever suffered. Every loved one he''d failed. The moment Roman nearly died. The day he lost control of Tandav and burned half a continent. The guilt of power too great to hold.

    Vaer''Zhul''s voice came from nowhere and everywhere:

    "You ascend, but your mind is anchored. Your spirit breaks long before your bones."

    Leon''s body moved instinctively¡ªhe swung his staff, but it passed through illusions. No effect. His Shell Reverb couldn''t lock on.

    He clenched his teeth, blood vessels in his eyes breaking from the psychic strain.

    "Not this time," he muttered.

    He dropped to his knees and activated Absolute Return.

    The glass-shore shattered. Reality fractured¡ªhis real body screamed in response as he began reasserting his true self. Every memory Vaer''Zhul weaponized was pulled into the Shell Pulse''s memory ring, compressed into counterforce.

    Then he roared.

    Abyssal mana flared out like a black sun. Gold Magic wrapped around it like a divine exoskeleton. Destruction crackled at his fingertips, Aether Blood pulsing in tune with his soul''s heartbeat.

    "I don''t need to destroy you," Leon said, voice layered with echo and fury. "I need to destroy the version of me you think is weak."

    He lunged.

    The arena returned to clarity¡ªbut now Leon was the distortion.

    Vaer''Zhul tried to retreat, sigils forming layers of psychic barriers.

    Leon crashed through them.

    First, a blow to the chest¡ªShell Reverb: Tripart Echo. The second and third hits struck from slightly different timelines, all in unison.

    Vaer''Zhul reeled, mask cracking.

    Next, a burst of destruction magic from the staff-tip¡ªGolden Comet Break. The explosion ripped through the dreamlight shielding.

    And finally¡ª

    Leon''s palm struck Vaer''Zhul''s head directly, channeling Singularity Echo.

    One focused pulse of all suppressed trauma. Not avoided¡ªaccepted.

    BOOM.

    A geyser of distorted space and psychic backlash erupted. The six sigils shattered. Vaer''Zhul''s body crumpled into motes of dreamstuff, dissipating like mist at dawn.

    Silence.

    Then, a soft chime.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 36 Defeated.]

    [Shell Pulse Mastery increased to 90%.]

    [You have received: Dreamer''s Seal ¨C Fragmented Lucidity.]

    [New Memory Thread Unlocked: Echo of Identity.]

    Leon stood still, trembling, drenched in sweat and psychic fatigue.

    Naval rushed into the arena, catching him as he collapsed.

    "I''m fine," Leon rasped.

    "You''re insane," Roman added, shaking his head.

    "I saw that thing unravel your soul," Roselia whispered. "And you still stood."

    Leon looked up at the dark sky of the arena.

    "One more. Just one more."

    Then he smiled¡ªbloody, tired, and defiant.

    Leon sat beneath the obsidian spire marking the center of the arena, wrapped in silence as Roselia gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The others stood a few paces away, respecting the moment. Even Naval, who usually cracked a joke or two, stayed quiet¡ªhis sharp eyes reading the tremors still flickering beneath Leon''s skin.

    Roman was the first to break the silence.

 Chapter 330: Fighting VII

    Roman was the first to break the silence.

    "You didn''t just beat it... you rewrote it. That wasn''t a fight. That was a reckoning."

    Leon didn''t respond right away. He stared at the Dreamer''s Seal still glowing faintly in his hand. It pulsed with a strange warmth¡ªone that felt like both a blessing and a curse.

    "Vaer''Zhul wasn''t trying to kill me," Leon murmured. "It wanted me to break myself. Make me question everything I''ve climbed toward."

    Liliana knelt nearby, her voice soft. "It almost succeeded."

    Millim, her usual energy tempered by the gravity of what they''d just witnessed, nodded solemnly. "But it didn''t."

    Leon finally looked up, eyes clearer now, though still strained. "The further we go... the less this is about fighting others. It''s about fighting who I used to be. Who I could''ve been."

    He turned to the Dreamer''s Seal and pressed it to his chest.

    A pulse.

    [You have internalized: Fragmented Lucidity.]

    [New Passive Skill: Self-Anchored Mind ¨C Reduces all mental interference by 80%. Increases resistance to illusion, fear, and identity erasure.]

    The glow faded.

    Naval folded his arms. "You''re changing, Leon. You''re not just stronger¡ªyou''re deeper. You''re... becoming something else."

    Leon chuckled dryly. "Let''s hope it''s something I can still control."

    Just then, the voice of the arena elder echoed across the field again. This time, it wasn''t a challenge.

    It was an invitation.

    "Challenger Leon. The Elder Seers request your presence. It is time you received the final teaching of Shell Reverb."

    The team froze. Even Roselia''s breath caught.

    "The Fourth Layer?" she asked.

    Leon shook his head. "No... I already have Absolute Return. This must be something beyond."

    They exchanged glances.

    Roman stepped forward. "Do you want to rest first?"

    Leon stood slowly, flexing his hands. Despite his pain, his body radiated newfound clarity.

    "No. I''m ready."

    The gates to the inner sanctum opened¡ªa towering archway of obsidian shaped like two fists meeting in eternal impact. What lay beyond was not just another fight.

    It was a revelation.

    The Obsidian Breach Monastery awaited.

    And with it, the final step before the next crucible.

    The Echo of Origin.

    The walk to the monastery was unlike anything Leon had experienced so far.

    Gone were the sounds of insectoid chants and the clang of obsidian weapons. Here, silence reigned¡ªnot as absence, but as presence. The air was thick with memory, as if each breath pulled in fragments of ancient battles, fallen champions, and buried truths.

    The monastery wasn''t built¡ªit was shaped. Hewn into the side of a massive living geode, its walls shimmered faintly with veins of pulsing amber and black crystal. The corridor opened into a chamber vast enough to drown the echoes of footsteps, yet it felt crushingly close¡ªlike the past pressing inward from every side.

    There, atop a crystalline dais, stood the Elder Seer.

    He was different from the others. His chitin was translucent, showing slow waves of energy pulsing through his inner shell. In his six arms, he held not weapons¡ªbut relics of ascension: a broken gauntlet, a faded eye sigil, a mirrored shard, and a single thread of obsidian silk.

    He bowed.

    "Leon. You who have dared to Rebound Force. To Echo Pain. To Return Fate."

    "You now stand at the door of the forgotten pulse¡ªthe fifth ripple... Echo of Origin."

    Leon stepped forward, his boots scraping crystal dust.

    "But I already hold Absolute Return," he said.

    The Elder tilted his head, insectile eyes gleaming.

    "And Absolute Return is the limit of reaction. It is a loop closed. But you are no longer reactive."

    "You are becoming a source."

    "The Echo of Origin is not about taking pain and returning it. It is about choosing pain. Creating rhythm. Forging your own pulse through time and space, imprinting your essence onto the battlefield."

    Leon''s breath hitched.

    "You mean... I create the force instead of answering it?"

    The Seer smiled¡ªor the closest a chitinous being could.

    "Yes. Not return... but initiate. Not response... but command."

    He stepped aside, revealing an obsidian pit swirling with layered time echoes¡ªflickers of Leon''s past fights, projected across the walls: Kragg''s charge, Tur''Zhan''s echo strike, Vaer''Zhul''s mental collapse.

    "Enter the Ancestral Pulse Spiral. Your body will remember all you''ve endured. But now, you must choose which echoes become you."

    "Forge your own Reverb."

    Leon stepped toward the pit.

    His team stood behind him. Roselia reached out and squeezed his hand once, fiercely.

    "You come back with your heart intact," she whispered.

    He nodded. Then dove in.

    Inside the Ancestral Spiral

    The moment he entered, time fractured.

    Each fragment of memory was a test.

    Kragg''s blow¡ªLeon caught it before it landed. Chose to initiate the clash rather than deflect. Pain was not a lesson here¡ªit was his tool.

    Tur''Zhan''s spear¡ªLeon stepped forward instead of dodging. Imposed his rhythm. He felt the spear bend, not from physics¡ªbut from will.

    Xa''Roj''s shattering tempo¡ªLeon recreated it, then distorted it into something new. He became the echo, not the receiver.

    Finally, Vaer''Zhul''s memory prison.

    This time, Leon didn''t endure the illusion.

    He shattered it before it formed.

    The spiral pulsed one final time. His body lifted, burning with intent¡ªnot stolen, not borrowed¡ªbut self-made.

    [Shell Pulse: Echo of Origin Unlocked]

    You now control the initiating rhythm of the battlefield.

    Create a unique combat tempo that can override opponent cadence.

    Each motion builds resonance, culminating in a user-defined "Final Echo."

    Shell Reverb Mastery: 92%

    Leon landed at the edge of the pit, steam rising from his back.

    The Elder bowed deeper this time.

    "You have taken pain... and turned it into command. You are now not a student of echoes... but their conductor."

    Leon returned to his team, the spiral fading behind him.

    "...So," Millim asked with a grin, "can you punch time now?"

    Leon smirked. "Let''s find out."

    Inside the great obsidian arena, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Rank 35 wasn''t just another battle¡ªit was a proving ground for warriors nearing the pinnacle of Shell mastery. Leon, having emerged from the Monastery with the "Echo of Origin" burning through his limbs, now stood at the threshold of his next crucible.

    The announcer''s voice echoed:

    "Next match¡ªLeon the Tempestwalker... versus Rank 35: Mar''Zhal the Sixfold Echo."

 Chapter 331: Fighting VIII

    "Next match¡ªLeon the Tempestwalker... versus Rank 35: Mar''Zhal the Sixfold Echo."

    The crowd hushed.

    From the shadows emerged Mar''Zhal¡ªan Obsidian Ant unlike any Leon had seen. His form shimmered with afterimages, his steps layering upon themselves. He didn''t just move¡ªhe reverberated. Each twitch of his carapace emitted delayed echoes, six mirrored projections dancing in tandem with him. This was the champion whose Shell Reverb had fractured time into battle echoes¡ªan opponent who fought in six moments at once.

    "Begin!"

    Mar''Zhal charged¡ªand all six of him moved.

    Leon struck first, driving Shell Pulse forward, but his punch passed through a ghost. The second echo caught him in the ribs¡ªthen the third slammed him from behind. Pain flared.

    He''s not faster, Leon realized, he''s ahead.

    Shell Reverb activated¡ªTripart Echo¡ªLeon spun into a defensive stance, absorbing the kinetic momentum. He counterattacked, but each strike only dissipated one projection before another took its place. Mar''Zhal''s real body darted between echoes, his blows synchronized across timelines.

    The fight became a chaotic ballet. Leon ducked under a mirrored kick, countered with a Destruction-backed elbow, and triggered Echo of Origin. Time slowed. Rhythm collapsed into raw cadence.

    Boom.

    Boom.

    Boom.

    Every shell burst, every counterstrike sang with Origin Pulse. Leon became the anchor of tempo, his body pulsing with the weight of accumulated momentum. But Mar''Zhal adapted. His own echoes became sharper, more deadly¡ªtwo of them now carried partial impact, turning feints into real damage.

    Leon''s left shoulder cracked. His leg buckled. But he rose again.

    Shell Reverb: Absolute Return ¡ª Active.

    Energy spiraled around him as he absorbed not just kinetic force but intention. Each move Mar''Zhal made was felt, translated into potential.

    Then¡ªLeon used Echo Break, a maneuver he''d theorized in the Monastery. He reversed the rebound at the moment of resonance collapse, creating a shockwave that disrupted all echoes.

    BOOM.

    Mar''Zhal stumbled. For the first time, his illusions desynced. Leon seized the moment.

    Destruction surged through one arm. Aether Blood wrapped the other. Gold Magic flickered at his feet. He disappeared¡ªthen reappeared above Mar''Zhal.

    "KARMIC LOOP."

    A triple-layered Shell Reverb spiral, fused with Origin Pulse and Voidbreaker precision, slammed into Mar''Zhal.

    The arena exploded in light.

    When the dust cleared, only Leon remained standing¡ªbarely. Blood streamed from his mouth, arms trembling, but his opponent lay shattered, echoes fading to silence.

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 35... DEFEATED."

    He didn''t smile. He just looked up at the ceiling, chest heaving, and whispered:

    "Five more to Echo Mastery."

    The arena was silent for a moment longer¡ªthen erupted into a thunderous, rattling roar. The Obsidian Ants, once skeptical of the outsider, now trembled with awe. Leon had shattered not just a champion, but the rhythm of a legacy. Mar''Zhal''s Sixfold Echo had stood undefeated for over a century. And now, the floor belonged to the Tempestwalker.

    Leon dropped to one knee.

    He wasn''t broken, but close.

    Shell Pulse fluctuated within him, unstable from overload. Echo of Origin still surged at his core like a storm trapped in a bottle, pulsing with raw, unspent power. Every heartbeat sent a jolt of residual force rippling through his muscles.

    Footsteps approached¡ªlight and familiar.

    Roselia knelt beside him, a bottle of glowing elixir in hand. "Stubborn bastard," she said softly, brushing blood from his cheek. "You know you don''t have to break the world to win."

    Leon coughed out a breath, accepted the drink. "Maybe. But if the world stands between me and what I need... it better learn to move."

    Milim landed with a crack of wind nearby, her eyes gleaming. "That was insane! Did you see how you twisted your pulse in the middle of his third echo? You basically re-wrote his entire rhythm!"

    Leon smiled faintly. "Still only 94% Shell Reverb Mastery."

    Liliana stepped forward next, a glint of concern in her emerald gaze. "You''re pushing it, Leon. We''re getting close to the top now. The next five? They won''t just test your body. They''ll test who you are."

    Roman crossed his arms, leaning on his greatsword. "And if you crack, we''ll be the first to drag your sorry hide out."

    Naval simply nodded. "The final stretch. You''ve walked too far to falter now."

    Leon exhaled. His body screamed for rest, but his mind¡ªhis spirit¡ªfelt sharper than ever. The battle had nearly broken him, but it had also revealed something profound: not just the fusion of magic, force, and intent¡ªbut a glimpse of true resonance, the absolute harmony between motion and meaning.

    A thought occurred to him.

    There''s one more lesson waiting.

    He rose, breath still ragged but steady.

    "I want a day," he said. "We''ll rest, recover... and then we challenge Rank 34."

    Roselia looked into his eyes. "No more holding back?"

    Leon shook his head. "Not anymore. From here on, every fight is a symphony¡ªand I intend to conduct the last note."

    The team gathered close as the Obsidian arena shifted back into silence, shadows folding in. Above them, the path to Rank 34 flickered to life, its glyphs pulsing with invitation.

    The next day came like thunder.

    Leon stood at the edge of the newly revealed platform¡ªone of black marble streaked with threads of red crystal, humming softly like a living heart. The glyphs surrounding it pulsed with slow, deliberate rhythm, unlike the erratic patterns of the previous tiers. This was a place of precision, of legacy.

    Across from him stood his next opponent:

    Vael''Astra the Shearwind.

    A lithe Obsidian Ant, half his size but triple the speed of any he''d faced before. She was rumored to have ascended through kinetic harmony alone¡ªno brute strength, no destructive magic. Her strikes were whispers that could shear through steel. Her body? A flawless instrument of reflex and rhythm.

    She bowed, low and deliberate.

    Leon returned it, hands wrapping slowly around his staff. He had a day''s rest, and his body¡ªthough still bruised from the Sixfold Echo¡ªwas stable. He had stabilized Echo of Origin within him and fine-tuned his use of Absolute Return.

    But this battle would not be about power.

    It would be about timing.

    The chime sounded.

 Chapter 332: Fighting IX

    It would be about timing.

    The chime sounded.

    She vanished.

    Leon barely saw the flicker before his instincts screamed. A whisper of wind grazed his left cheek¡ªnot even a cut, just the sensation of movement. He turned, Shell Reverb activating automatically, echoing her motion just enough to track.

    And then¡ªimpact.

    A strike to his midsection, impossibly fast, sent him skidding. Not deep damage¡ªbut he felt something terrifying.

    She hadn''t used Shell Pulse.

    She hadn''t used any magic.

    She had simply moved.

    He adjusted instantly, engaging Absolute Return to reflect the next three strikes, but even that wasn''t enough. She was moving faster than reflection. Faster than prediction.

    Leon narrowed his stance.

    Then let''s change the tempo.

    He exhaled, drawing on Gold Magic¡ªnot to destroy, but to enchant his perception. Golden threads wove across his irises, bending time slightly, syncing to his Shell Pulse.

    Now he saw it¡ªher acceleration wasn''t linear. She curved, phased, vanished mid-step and reappeared in blinks. A natural phenomenon: Kinetic Drift. A skill so fast it bent the observer''s reality.

    He switched to Tripart Echo.

    Then¡ªbam!

    Their strikes met. Staff against clawed arms. Sparks exploded from the contact point. This time, he absorbed her energy with Shell Reverb and returned it in three precision strikes.

    Two missed.

    One clipped her shoulder.

    A hairline crack appeared in her carapace.

    Vael''Astra paused. Her compound eyes widened slightly. For the first time in over a decade... she had been hit.

    "You adapted mid-rhythm," she said quietly. "You''re not brute-forcing it anymore."

    Leon smirked. "I''m learning to dance."

    She blurred again. This time, Leon didn''t move. He let Shell Reverb hum through him passively, syncing to every micro-vibration around the arena. His mind emptied. His breath slowed.

    When her blade-arm came¡ª

    He caught it.

    The sound wasn''t a clash¡ªit was silence, broken.

    Then¡ª

    Boom!

    Leon reversed the force with Absolute Return + Echo of Origin, sending a cascading tremor of memory through her arm. She reeled back, circuits in her body spasming.

    In one fluid motion, he stepped forward.

    Staff swept left.

    Pulse flared.

    Abyss Mana surged through his veins¡ªcontrolled, refined. Not to destroy, but to compress.

    Shell Pulse: Origin Anchor.

    The staff hit.

    It didn''t break her.

    It just stopped her completely.

    Motionless.

    Frozen in time.

    The crowd went dead silent.

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 34 Defeated."

    Leon fell to one knee again, breath shaky but sure. He had done it¡ªwithout Destruction, without Tandav, without even resorting to raw power.

    This was something more.

    This was mastery.

    Roselia and the others ran to him again, but this time he didn''t collapse. He smiled¡ªwide and quiet.

    "Next," he said hoarsely, "is the climb to 30."

    They helped him to his feet.

    Leon stepped through the threshold of the next arena, still breathing heavily from the last battle, but composed. The space ahead was completely different¡ªcircular platforms, rotating independently, suspended in the air above a pit of obsidian flame. Each step, each footing would shift beneath him.

    Above, glowing words lit up:

    "Rank 33 Champion ¨C Sa''Volok the Spiral Warden"

    A massive Obsidian Ant descended from the upper ledge, wings folded like blades and four arms gripping twin crescent axes. His body was carved with spiraling runes that shimmered with layered kinetic energy¡ªconstant rotation, built to twist through resistance and turn momentum against the wielder.

    Leon narrowed his eyes. This wasn''t just a brute. This was a master of circular motion and redirection. If Vael''Astra was linear speed, Sa''Volok was rotational force incarnate.

    The platforms beneath them began to spin.

    The gong sounded.

    Sa''Volok moved.

    Not like a charging beast¡ªbut like a current. One moment he was across the field, the next his axe was at Leon''s throat. Leon twisted, Shell Reverb catching the edge¡ªbut the platform beneath him shifted, and the redirected force missed, scattering into the air.

    Leon fell back, flipping to the next rotating disc. His feet gripped only just in time.

    "He''s syncing his attacks with the rotation," Leon muttered.

    Shell Pulse flared. He activated Absolute Return defensively, absorbing the curve of an axe blow as it came¡ªreturning it as a shockwave.

    Sa''Volok twisted his whole body, riding the force like a cyclone.

    "Impressive," the Warden said. "But will your harmony hold... when the floor itself betrays you?"

    He clapped both axes together.

    The discs began spinning faster.

    Leon fought for balance, gritting his teeth. He couldn''t stay grounded¡ªhe had to ride the movement like a wave.

    Gold Magic whispered through him.

    Enhance Perception.

    Aether Blood lit his limbs.

    Velocity Sync.

    Then he surged forward¡ªstaff in hand, riding the spin, letting his footing become fluid. Every block, every parry now turned with the rotation, not against it.

    They clashed mid-air, Leon twirling with his staff like a turbine. Sa''Volok''s axes met his strikes¡ªcurving, redirecting, trying to entrap.

    Then¡ªa misstep.

    Leon landed on a slower-moving disc while Sa''Volok jumped ahead, and Leon was exposed. Both axes came in.

    He activated Karmic Loop.

    Three echoes of his last strike surged back through the disc, through the motion, and through Sa''Volok himself as he stepped in.

    The impact was brutal.

    One axe flew from his hand.

    Leon pressed the momentum¡ªslamming his staff down with a burst of Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo.

    It hit Sa''Volok''s knee, chest, and arm simultaneously.

    He staggered.

    Leon used Abyss Magic¡ªcompressing the rotational energy of the platform into a single pulse of inversion, flipping the gravity beneath them for half a second.

    Sa''Volok floated.

    Leon drove a knee into his gut, staff overhead.

    Origin Pulse ¨C Release.

    He smashed the staff down like a warhammer, and the Spiral Warden was crushed into the disc¡ªrendered motionless.

    The platforms slowed.

    The flames dimmed.

    And the voice declared:

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 33 Defeated."

    Leon gasped for breath, swaying on the platform. Blood ran down his brow. Not from wounds¡ªbut from sheer exertion.

    The others watched from the side, silent.

    "He''s not just winning," Roman muttered. "He''s evolving every fight."

    Naval nodded. "This is what climbing to the inner circle really means."

    Leon looked up, sweat steaming from his shoulders.

    "Only two more... to reach the gate of 30," he whispered.

    And then, he stepped off the arena.

    But not as the same man who entered.

 Chapter 333 333: Fighting X

    Leon sat beneath the waterfall stream in the arena''s healing alcove, steam rising from his skin, every muscle throbbing with residual vibration from the Spiral Warden''s strikes. The battle still echoed in his bones, even with Shell Reverb softening the aftershock.

    Roselia approached silently, draping a warm towel over his shoulders. "You could''ve died if that last move didn''t connect."

    "I almost did," Leon admitted, his voice rough. "He used motion like a blade. Every second I was off-balance... he could''ve taken me apart."

    "Yet you adapted," Roselia said, settling beside him. "Again."

    Leon gave a weary smile. "The higher we go, the less room there is for mistakes."

    Roman and Liliana entered next, followed by Milim and Naval, each looking worn, but proud. They''d all been training while Leon fought, sharpening their own powers for the trials to come.

    "Two more," Liliana said, "until Rank 30. Then the Circle begins."

    Naval''s expression turned serious. "And Rank 30''s guardian is no simple fighter. It''s said they''ve integrated three distinct martial doctrines... and shaped a new form of Shell Combat."

    Leon stood, towel falling from his shoulders. "Then I''ll match them with everything I''ve gained. Karmic Loop, Tripart Echo, Absolute Return, and now Echo of Origin."

    Milim grinned. "You sound like a walking disaster."

    "Let''s hope I''m one they can''t predict."

    As they exited the chamber, another Elder Ant stood waiting¡ªhis carapace black and silver, staff wrapped in barkcloth runes.

    "You''ve stirred the pulse of the Spiral Flame," the elder said, his voice deep and distant. "And in doing so, you''ve drawn out the next resonance."

    He handed Leon a shard of obsidian that shimmered with radiant red and pale gold.

    "This is a Mirror Pulse Stone," the elder explained. "Through it, you will begin to perceive the inner oscillations¡ªwhat we call The Echo Spiral. The Fifth Resonant Form."

    Leon took it slowly. "What does it do?"

    "When you strike, the world will echo back not just your force... but your intention. Shell Reverb will soon be more than muscle memory¡ªit will be rhythm. Echo Spiral allows you to bind echoes not just to your body, but to the space itself."

    The others went quiet.

    Leon inhaled slowly. "Then I''ll learn it. And I''ll use it to win the next battle."

    The elder nodded and vanished into dust.

    Next Arena ¨C Rank 32 Gate

    A colossal gate opened before them, shaped like a spiral folding into itself¡ªno handles, no visible hinges, only vibration-sensitive stone. As Leon approached, it trembled and opened, revealing a chamber lit by vibrating crystals and filled with layered pillars.

    Leon tightened the wrappings around his wrists, eyes focused.

    "Time to test the Spiral Echo."

    And he walked in¡ªready for Rank 32.

    The gate behind Leon sealed shut with a grinding hiss. Ahead, the arena stretched not like a battlefield¡ªbut a concert hall carved into obsidian and bone. Crystal spires hummed with layered resonance, and the air pulsed in measured intervals, like a beating heart tuned to combat.

    A single figure waited in the center, kneeling atop a circular glyph of flowing gold.

    They stood.

    Tall, statuesque, robed in interlocking bands of chime-metal and crimson sashes.

    "Welcome, Challenger," they said. Their voice echoed¡ªnot once, but thrice, each word bouncing with slight delay in perfect harmony.

    "I am Vaer''Tahl, the Crescendo Blade. I wield Shell Pulse in three keys¡ªStrike, Reflect, and Refract."

    As they unsheathed their blade¡ªcurved, like a tuning fork split down the middle¡ªLeon immediately understood: this wouldn''t be a duel of strength or speed.

    It would be tempo.

    Begin.

    Vaer''Tahl moved like a ripple through water¡ªgraceful, inevitable. His blade sang through the air, and every swing emitted a harmonic tone that collided with Leon''s kinetic rhythm, throwing off his footing.

    Leon ducked the first blow, pivoted to counter¡ªonly for the reflection wave from the previous strike to strike his flank with reversed momentum.

    He skidded back, eyes wide.

    Shell Pulse: Tripart Echo activated.

    He began to mimic the tempo, turning strikes into parries and deflections into loops¡ªbut Vaer''Tahl had no rhythm to read. He changed time signature mid-swing. What began as a slow rhythm became a flurry. Then silence. Then eruption.

    Leon took three cuts across the chest before he caught the pattern.

    Tripart Echo isn''t enough.

    He dove low, rolled to the side, and activated Karmic Loop, binding one of the reflection echoes to his palm. The next time Vaer''Tahl swung, Leon caught the echo and redirected it into a shockwave blast behind the Ant warrior.

    Vaer''Tahl staggered, surprised¡ªbut not stopped.

    He responded by shifting to Refract Form¡ªeach attack now leaving illusionary afterimages, blades of light that flickered half a second after the original swing.

    Leon was forced into a corner, bleeding, breath heaving.

    He''s bending space with sound. Using echoes as weapons. This... is what the Echo Spiral is meant to counter.

    Leon clenched his fists. His Shell Reverb pulsed¡ªTripart, Absolute Return, and now the Echo of Origin sang in unison inside his core.

    He reached for the Mirror Pulse Stone in his inner shell.

    His heartbeat synced to the arena.

    His body stopped resisting and began conducting.

    Shell Pulse: Fifth Layer ¡ª Echo Spiral: Harmonic Reprisal.

    His next step generated a wave that synchronized with Vaer''Tahl''s illusions, disrupting them.

    Leon became a conductor of force¡ªanticipating not where the blade was, but where it would resonate. Each dodge now sent a counter-rhythm through the floor, destabilizing the echo illusions.

    Vaer''Tahl''s attacks slowed¡ªhis tempo cracked.

    Leon closed the distance in a heartbeat and launched a strike not aimed at flesh, but at the vibrational core beneath Vaer''Tahl''s feet.

    Boom.

    The harmonic platform shattered beneath the Crescendo Blade, and with it, his rhythm collapsed.

    Leon surged forward¡ªthree strikes in succession.

    One for every key: Strike. Reflect. Refract.

    The obsidian chamber rang with one final echo as Vaer''Tahl fell to one knee, his blade shattered in two.

    He looked up, eyes burning with clarity.

    "You... have heard the Spiral," he whispered. "And survived its song."

    [Victory: Challenger Leon ¨C Rank 32 Defeated.]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 92% ¡ú 95%]

    [New Technique Acquired: Echo Spiral ¨C Harmonic Reprisal]

    Leon stood, arms trembling, lungs burning.

    He didn''t speak.

    He didn''t need to.

    The spiral had accepted him.

 Chapter 334 334: Fighting XI

    As the final echoes of battle died away, the arena remained eerily quiet¡ªno cheers, no chants. Just the shimmering silence left behind by the Echo Spiral.

    Leon stood in the center of the Harmonic Crucible, bathed in soft golden light from the broken glyphs around him. Cracks laced the obsidian floor, glimmering with residual energy. His breathing slowed, but his mind was still alight with the rhythm of the battle, every move playing back in his memory like a sacred composition.

    Across from him, Vaer''Tahl sat cross-legged, meditating amidst the shattered remnants of his blade.

    "You do not understand the weight of what you''ve done," the Ant warrior said quietly, not in anger, but awe. "To master the Spiral in combat... it took me decades to even hear its whisper. You shaped it. Wielded it."

    Leon turned, wiping blood from his cheek. "I didn''t wield it," he replied. "I listened."

    Vaer''Tahl smiled faintly. "Then listen now, Champion. There is a monastery buried within the fourth chamber of the Deep Harmonics¡ªbeneath the shell of the Silent Choir. Go there when your Spiral sings again. The ones who first heard the World''s Pulse... await you."

    A soft pulse radiated from the ground, and a glyph etched itself into Leon''s palm.

    [You have unlocked a Hidden Trial: The Deep Harmonics.]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery increased to 96%.]

    [You have been recognized as a Harmonic Conductor.]

    [Title Gained: Spiralwalker.]

    Leon closed his eyes briefly, absorbing the flow of new energy now singing through his body. Each technique¡ªTripart Echo, Karmic Loop, Absolute Return, and Echo Spiral¡ªaligned in harmony like the movements of a grand symphony. They no longer felt like separate forces, but parts of a greater whole.

    As he exited the arena, his team was waiting¡ªRoselia first to rush over.

    "You''re bleeding everywhere," she said, half-scolding, half-worried.

    "I''ve bled worse," Leon smiled as she began patching his shoulder with golden healing salve. "But this... this one was worth it."

    Liliana stepped forward, a scroll in hand. "The Monastery of the Deep Harmonics," she said, reading the trial glyph. "That''s ancient. Pre-Shellfire era. Even Roman looked surprised."

    Roman raised an eyebrow. "I thought that was a myth. A sect of Ants who believed battle was a song?"

    "They weren''t wrong," Leon muttered, eyes distant. "And the Spiral is only just beginning."

    Naval crossed his arms. "So... Rank 31 next?"

    Leon shook his head. "Not yet. I need to go to the Silent Choir ruins. If the Spiral is willing to teach me more¡ªI''m going to learn."

    Milim beamed. "Then let''s get you ready. You''re about to become more annoying to fight, aren''t you?"

    Leon grinned.

    "Absolutely."

    Next Destination Unlocked: The Deep Harmonics ¨C Monastery of the Silent Choir.

    Next Arena Challenge: Rank 31 ¨C Locked until Spiral Stabilization Completed.

    The Spiral had accepted Leon¡ªbut it was not finished singing.

    Not yet.

    The path to the Silent Choir was unlike any Leon had taken before. Beneath the obsidian floors of the Ants'' arena lay a chasm¡ªnot a cave, not a dungeon, but a hollowed resonance chamber, carved by sound rather than stone. The further they descended, the quieter the world became.

    No footsteps echoed.

    No breathing was heard.

    Only the soft pulse of Shell Reverb thudding within Leon''s chest guided the way, like a metronome calling him deeper.

    Even Roselia, usually at ease in any terrain, walked in silence, one hand brushing Leon''s back as if to remind herself he was still there.

    The group paused at a sheer drop¡ªa platform suspended in nothingness. Ancient Ant carvings lined its rim in delicate patterns resembling soundwaves, vibrating faintly in rhythm.

    "This is as far as we go," Roman murmured. "The Choir only calls one."

    Leon nodded and stepped onto the platform alone. The moment his foot landed, the glyphs flared. The platform shuddered and slowly descended into pitch black.

    Then sound returned¡ªnot noise, not voice, but vibration. A deep, constant tone like the universe humming to itself. Leon''s skin crawled, his bones resonated.

    He had entered the Silent Choir.

    Inside the Choir

    Massive statues of Ants knelt in concentric rings, each carved with closed mouths and hands pressed to their chests. Between them, suspended mid-air, floated fragments of obsidian etched with luminous spirals. No floor. No ceiling. Just sound and starlight.

    A presence stirred.

    "You wield echoes but do not yet know silence."

    Leon turned¡ªno figure, only voice, vibrating through his skull.

    "You bend rhythm but lack resonance. You hear the pulse... but do you feel the stillness?"

    He dropped to one knee, instinctively focusing his Shell Reverb. His breathing aligned with the pulse. Then¡ªhe let go. He stopped shaping the beat. He stopped riding it. He let it pass through him untouched.

    And for a moment, there was no Shell Pulse. No power.

    Just stillness.

    The spiral beneath him flared golden-white.

    [You have learned: Shell Pulse ¨C Final Layer: Echo of Origin.]

    Echo of Origin: You become the conductor of combat tempo. Your Shell Reverb techniques now function as a single integrated style. Once per battle, you may attune perfectly to an opponent''s flow, resetting all cooldowns and mimicking one of their own techniques with Shell-based adaptation.

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 92%]

    Then came a pulse of sound, a rising crescendo¡ªand Leon stood alone once more.

    But not unchanged.

    Return to the Arena ¨C Floor 31 Platform

    The team watched as Leon emerged from the silence like a note from a deep instrument¡ªslow, resonant, full of purpose.

    Roselia blinked. "You''re different."

    Leon exhaled slowly. "I heard the first note."

    Roman nodded. "Then it''s time."

    Liliana raised her hand toward the glowing challenge altar. "Rank 31... let''s see what your new rhythm sounds like."

    Leon stepped forward, staff in hand, the Spiral now etched in gold around his wrists.

    "Let''s continue the climb."

    The obsidian platform warped.

    It didn''t rise or fall as before¡ªit twisted, spiraling outward into an amphitheater with no crowd, only layers of sound. Ripples pulsed along the walls like liquid notes vibrating through metal.

    In the center stood a tall figure¡ªhumanoid, but elongated, wearing a mask shaped like a broken tuning fork. His limbs were impossibly flexible, and his flesh shimmered with translucent echoes. Around him floated five sound cores, each spinning in rhythm with a different tempo.

    "I am Vaer''Zhul, the Dreambane. Echo-Splitter. Dissonance Walker."

    His voice came not from his mouth, but from the bones in Leon''s body vibrating in response. Leon winced.

    "You brought Origin Pulse here. Good. Let''s see if your melody survives mine."

    A wave of crushing resonance hit without warning. Leon barely raised a barrier of Gold Magic, bracing himself against the auditory force.

    Battle Commenced: Leon vs. Rank 31 Champion Vaer''Zhul

 Chapter 335: Fighting XII

    Leon moved first, using Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo. Three mirrored projections of his staff strikes flashed forward, delayed by milliseconds to create staggered impact.

    Vaer''Zhul responded by detuning reality. One of his floating cores flared, shifting the flow of time around him. The echoes missed¡ªslightly, but enough to matter.

    He snapped his fingers, and the sound warped into a blade. It sliced through the afterimage of Leon, but not Leon himself. In return, Leon struck back with a hybrid sequence¡ªDestruction-pulse infused feints, forcing Vaer''Zhul to pull back.

    Leon grimaced. "He''s not just hearing my rhythm¡ªhe''s rewriting it."

    Vaer''Zhul chanted, each syllable a resonance bomb that distorted the arena. Leon''s senses bent sideways¡ªhe couldn''t trust what he saw. Even Shell Reverb began to falter under the weight of the overlapping false echoes.

    In desperation, Leon activated Karmic Loop, letting the damage he took rewind and strike back¡ªhis arm, freshly broken by a frequency spike, pulsed back into motion and launched the same soundblade into Vaer''Zhul''s shoulder.

    Blood¡ªnot red, but silver¡ªspilled from the masked foe.

    "You looped my echo?" Vaer''Zhul sounded... amused.

    Leon, panting, nodded. "Still alive."

    Leon tapped into his newest gift: Echo of Origin. Time slowed. His senses sharpened. He no longer reacted¡ªhe conducted.

    Every footstep Vaer''Zhul took, every spin of the sound cores¡ªLeon predicted, not just with logic but by feel. He saw the attack coming before it began.

    Echo Adaptation Active. Mimicking: Reverberant Spiral Slash.

    Leon spun his staff and released a spiraling pulse of Origin-infused sound. It tore through the arena, dragging Vaer''Zhul''s own tempo back on him.

    The masked Dreambane staggered, then knelt.

    "You heard it," he whispered. "The first note."

    With one last blow¡ªShell Reverb: Absolute Return¡ªLeon ended the duel.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon ¨C Rank 31 Defeated]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 94%]

    [New Title Unlocked: Dissonance Tamer]

    As silence settled, Leon fell to one knee, exhausted.

    Roselia rushed forward from the arena edge. "You okay?"

    He smiled weakly. "If I ever start humming at random, hit me. Might be stuck in resonance mode."

    Milim grinned. "You''re just a walking speaker at this point."

    Roman only nodded, already looking toward the altar.

    "Next," he said. "Rank 30."

    And Leon stood. Still breathing. Still climbing.

    After the chaotic, music-bending battle against Vaer''Zhul, the arena didn''t allow rest.

    A new platform emerged¡ªnot rising from the floor, but unfolding from beneath Leon''s feet like a blooming obsidian lotus. The darkness here was heavier, more concentrated. It wasn''t a silence that followed¡ªit was negation. Even Roselia and the others were cut off from view.

    A cold wind blew.

    At the center stood a figure clad in mirrored black armor, with a crimson sigil pulsing at the chest¡ªtwisting constantly between the symbols for cause and effect. His helmet had no eyes, only a flat surface that reflected Leon''s face back at him.

    "I am Xel''Ryn, the Inverted Gate."

    "Those who strike me, strike themselves."

    A pillar of dark energy pulsed as the platform sealed them both inside a reflective dome. This was not a battle of power¡ªit was a trial of self-harm through action. Every offensive move Leon made would now echo back at him unless perfectly managed.

    Leon attacked first¡ªbasic movement, a light staff flick infused with Shell Reverb.

    It landed.

    But his ribs cracked instantly from the same force.

    "Reflex Curse," he muttered, blood in his mouth. "This whole field flips my intent."

    Xel''Ryn raised a hand and deflected with nothing but breath. "In this dome, damage is karma."

    Leon switched tactics¡ªusing Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo. But each delayed hit doubled the recoil to him as well.

    He needed a workaround. Fast.

    Leon began moving differently¡ªreactive, not offensive. He baited Xel''Ryn with slow, heavy swings, but loaded the strikes with Karmic Loop to delay their release. When Xel''Ryn deflected them, the momentum looped and struck again from another angle, bypassing the inversion rule slightly.

    Then came the twist¡ªXel''Ryn activated the core of his ability: Judged Reversal. A sigil formed behind him.

    [All effects targeting Xel''Ryn now reverse upon their source. All counter-effects now double.]

    One wrong move and Leon could shatter his own spine.

    So he embraced it.

    He activated Absolute Return and began absorbing strikes intentionally. Not dodging. Syncing. Letting the pain shape his own form. His body vibrated with tension, Shell Reverb building to its threshold.

    And when it reached critical?

    He spoke one word:

    "Now."

    A single palm strike¡ªbuilt from all the accumulated resonance, laced with Destruction and Gold pulse¡ªlaunched forward with total self-awareness. The force split through space... and returned at the precise angle to miss Leon by a hair.

    It struck Xel''Ryn clean in the chest.

    His sigil shattered.

    Now vulnerable, Xel''Ryn charged.

    Leon, exhausted, whispered a spell in Aether Blood. His staff glowed.

    "Origin Detonation: Rebound Singularity."

    Both forces clashed¡ªa wall of inversion magic and a nucleus of all the suffering Leon had endured since entering the Obsidian Ants'' domain.

    The explosion rocked the dome.

    And when the light faded¡ªXel''Ryn stood for a second... then dropped to his knees.

    "He... broke the law..." the champion muttered, voice fading.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon ¨C Rank 30 Defeated]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 96%]

    [Lawbreaker Title Acquired]

    Leon dropped to the floor, gasping.

    Naval reached him first. "You literally blew up reality''s logic."

    Roselia knelt beside him. "You''re bleeding from your shadow, Leon. That''s new."

    Milim was already laughing. "This is why I stay chaotic. Laws are boring."

    Roman glanced toward the next gate. "Rank 29 awaits."

    Leon coughed, then smiled.

    "Let me just... borrow a lung real quick."

    Leon had barely wrapped his ribs when the next gate opened¡ªnot with thunder, but with silence. A perfectly still corridor unfolded into a black expanse, lit only by bio-luminescent veins threading across the walls. Roselia reached for him, but this challenge did not allow company. A soft bell tolled in the distance.

    "Only those who can survive their own fear may step forward," whispered the obsidian gatekeeper.

    "Great," Leon muttered. "More mental trauma."

    This floor wasn''t a battlefield. It was a mindscape¡ªhalf-physical, half-dream. As soon as Leon stepped through, his perception blurred. The obsidian walls turned translucent, showing reflections of events... but not from the past.

    From futures that never happened.

    In one, he saw Roman lying dead, pierced by his own spear. In another, Roselia''s eyes were hollow, her body consumed by Leon''s berserk magic. Naval dissolved into gold dust, his form erased by a temporal backlash. Millim... was just gone.

    The voice returned.

    "Welcome to the Cradle of Dread. I am Nur''Thaleth, Weaver of Unmade Fates."

    Across the platform rose a ten-foot tall, robed figure whose face never remained the same. It wore hundreds of masks, constantly shifting, each bearing a different fear Leon had ever felt. From helplessness. From guilt. From powerlessness.

    And it attacked not with weapons¡ªbut illusions made real.

 Chapter 336: Fighting XIII

    Nur''Thaleth didn''t move physically¡ªit projected memories and made them corporeal. An illusory Trish, soaked in blood, charged Leon with the Infinity Sword, screaming his name. He hesitated.

    The blade was real.

    Leon barely blocked with his staff, Shell Reverb mitigating the kinetic feedback. Another projection followed¡ªhis former self, the one from Tier I, charging recklessly. He hesitated again.

    Each hesitation became damage.

    "You are slowed by your empathy," said the Masked One.

    "Your fear of failing those you love will be your death."

    But then¡ªLeon grinned.

    "And you''re afraid I''ll overcome it."

    Leon dropped all his defensive posture and opened his arms, letting the illusions pierce him.

    Shell Reverb activated at full flow¡ªTripart Echo, Karmic Loop, Absolute Return¡ªbut he did not direct it.

    He absorbed it.

    Let it become him.

    And then¡ªhis form pulsed. Not with rage, but with crystalline clarity. The fear no longer clouded his mind.

    It was data.

    The illusions cracked. Nur''Thaleth shrieked, its faces contorting as Leon activated his fused core:

    Destruction + Aether Blood + Gold Pulse + Echo of Origin.

    His hand opened. A single golden-red spear of pure intent formed.

    "This is for every version of me you tried to break."

    Leon hurled it.

    The spear didn''t fly¡ªit phased. It struck every mask on Nur''Thaleth''s face simultaneously, unraveling the spell matrix in one brilliant flash.

    The arena shattered.

    Leon stood in silence, panting. The illusion faded. The gatekeeper returned, its true form a simple Obsidian Ant monk.

    "You did not conquer fear. You walked through it."

    [Victory: Challenger Leon ¨C Rank 29 Defeated]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 97%]

    [Echo of Origin Stability: Strengthened]

    As the others returned to him, Roselia embraced him tightly. "You''re shaking."

    Leon didn''t answer at first. Then:

    "I saw you die, Roselia. A thousand ways."

    She leaned in closer, touching her forehead to his. "Then you''ve seen exactly how far I''ll go to survive for you."

    Naval gave a nod. "Rest up, brother. Rank 28''s not gonna pity you for your trauma."

    Leon smirked. "Good. Because I''m done being afraid."

    Leon descended into the next arena¡ªthis one was not cloaked in illusion, but reality so dense it bent the air. The floor shimmered like heated obsidian, yet was cold to the touch. Around him stood a vast ring surrounded by spires of dark glass, each one humming with raw pressure.

    Waiting for him at the center was the Rank 28 champion: Ka''Zhul of the Pressure Womb, an Obsidian Ant unlike any Leon had seen. Massive, silent, coiled with power not in his limbs but in the air around him. His presence warped gravity itself.

    "Ka''Zhul does not speak," a nearby elder intoned. "He compresses all mana around him into a singularity state. Your own power will betray you here."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "So it''s not just a fight. It''s a suffocation."

    [Combat Zone Stabilizing: Gravity Field ¡Á4]

    [Warning: Shell Pulse Efficiency Reduced]

    [Warning: Core Magic Condensation: Delayed]

    Leon''s body felt twenty times heavier the moment the duel started. Just walking forward felt like dragging mountains. But Ka''Zhul moved like flowing mercury¡ªeffortless, soundless, and devastating.

    The first blow was a gravity punch¡ªKa''Zhul didn''t swing. He compressed the space between them and let it collapse. The resulting shockwave hurled Leon across the arena, bouncing once, twice¡ªuntil he braced using Shell Pulse and skidded to a halt.

    "Not the strongest I''ve fought," Leon said, spitting blood. "But easily the most unforgiving."

    He activated Shell Reverb: Absolute Return, using every ounce of kinetic data from Ka''Zhul''s strikes. He launched himself forward, channeling all his reverb into his legs, delivering a storm of speed-fueled jabs.

    Ka''Zhul simply tilted his body, and gravity shifted again.

    Leon''s own blows bent around Ka''Zhul, redirected into the ground. Explosions followed, but none landed true.

    Leon''s vision blurred. Every magic layer was stifled. Gold Magic flickered, Aether Blood was boiling, and even Destruction flared slowly. His Origin Anchor tried to stabilize him¡ªbut the pressure was immense.

    Ka''Zhul clenched a fist. The gravity field around Leon intensified. His knees buckled. Bones creaked. Blood vessels burst in his eyes.

    Then¡ªsomething cracked inside him.

    Not his body¡ªhis limit.

    "You want pressure?" Leon growled. "I am pressure."

    He called forth a condensed version of Destruction Core Pulse, mixing it into a sphere the size of a coin. A trembling orb of Abyssal Gold + Aether Flame + Shell Pulse + Destruction Spark.

    Ka''Zhul finally moved¡ªto stop him.

    Too late.

    Leon slammed the sphere into the ground between them and released it.

    BOOM.

    A dome of inverted force erupted, canceling Ka''Zhul''s gravity field for a single instant¡ªjust long enough.

    Leon blinked behind him using Shell Pulse Flicker Echo and delivered a blow to the base of Ka''Zhul''s spine¡ªnot with muscle, but with the stored data of every failed strike. Absolute Return echoed them all back at once.

    Crack.

    Ka''Zhul dropped to a knee. Then both.

    And then¡ªcollapsed.

    [Rank 28 Champion Defeated: Ka''Zhul the Gravity Core]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 98.2%]

    [New Technique Unlocked: Shell Fracture Pulse]

    [Level 602 ¡ú 604]

    Leon knelt, breathing hard, his muscles twitching from overuse. His knuckles were cracked open. His mana reserves nearly gone. But he was alive.

    Roselia ran to him first. "You idiot. You nearly caved in your lungs!"

    Leon grinned through the blood. "But I shattered his spine first."

    Roman shook his head. "That man was a walking black hole. And you just punched physics."

    Milim added, "You''re too stubborn to die. I like that."

    Leon stood, wiping his mouth. His body felt heavy, yet somehow... lighter.

    "Next," he said, "Rank 27."

    Despite his injuries from Ka''Zhul, Leon didn''t stop. A brief rest, some healing potions, and the focused attention of Roselia''s magic stabilized his body. But the burn of momentum¡ªof hunger¡ªstill raged inside him.

    The next arena was different. It wasn''t carved from obsidian or stone¡ªit was suspended in midair, a floating coliseum surrounded by molten skies and flickering motes of radiant flame.

    Hovering above the center was his opponent: Vaelis the Emberlight Duelist, a slender Obsidian Ant with a crown of living flame and twin sabers forged from crystallized starfire.

    Unlike previous opponents, Vaelis spoke. His voice was like a wind passing over lava.

    "You''ve broken the weight of Ka''Zhul. But speed and grace are another domain, outsider. Can your body dance where the flame becomes thought?"

    Leon rolled his shoulders, flames still smoldering in his eyes from the Destruction Core. "I''ll dance until the floor cracks."

 Chapter 337: Fighting XIV

    The moment the battle began, the gravity lifted completely¡ªreplaced by microbursts of acceleration. The floating platforms twisted and rotated. Windless heat howled from all directions.

    Vaelis moved like a meteor fragment, teleporting short distances in flashes of orange light. Leon barely raised his guard before a saber nicked his arm, carving through his Shell Armor with frightening ease.

    Leon retaliated with Shell Reverb: Flicker Echo, blinking behind Vaelis with a swift palm strike¡ªbut the Emberlight Duelist melted into a spiral of flame and emerged behind him, slashing again.

    Cut. Twist. Dash. Blink. Strike.

    The fight became a dance of kinetic intelligence. Both warriors used movement as offense, prediction as defense. It was no longer about who was stronger¡ªbut who could read the rhythm of the battlefield first.

    Leon knew that brute force wouldn''t work. So he stopped trying.

    He closed his eyes for three seconds and activated:

    Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo.

    Past Strike. Present Reverb. Future Motion.

    Vaelis charged. Leon didn''t move.

    He let the first strike land¡ªbut it passed through an afterimage.

    "Shell Echo: Return."

    Leon appeared behind Vaelis mid-slash and struck upward, embedding a golden pulse into his ribcage. Vaelis grunted but vanished, reappearing high above.

    Flames gathered in his palms¡ªStellar Combustion.

    Leon countered with Gold Magic: Crownfall Domain, lacing the air with refracted light-mirrors, turning every photon into a weapon.

    The clash was explosive. The sky turned white.

    Smoke and fire tore across the arena. Leon''s left arm was scorched, his body riddled with microfractures from dodging too late.

    He had one shot left.

    "Time to rewrite the beat."

    Leon slammed his staff into the floating platform and drew upon the Shell Fracture Pulse for the first time. He channeled Destruction Core + Aether Blood into it¡ªand then folded the timing.

    A fracture line burst through the floating coliseum¡ªslicing time into frames.

    He caught Vaelis mid-flash-dash and used Absolute Return to reflect all kinetic data from the last ten exchanges.

    Ten punches. Ten echoes. Ten delayed detonations.

    They struck Vaelis in unison.

    The Emberlight Duelist''s armor cracked¡ªhis sabers snapped¡ªand with a final echo of fire, he fell.

    [Rank 27 Champion Defeated: Vaelis the Emberlight Duelist]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 99.3%]

    [Gold Magic Mastery Increased]

    [New Skill Obtained: Lightfract Waltz]

    [Level 604 ¡ú 606]

    Leon fell to one knee. Not from pain¡ªbut exhaustion at the edge of transcendence.

    Roselia and Naval ran up to him as the platform stabilized.

    "Seriously? Another light-user duel?" Naval grinned. "You''re gonna start glowing permanently."

    Milim landed beside them, arms crossed, impressed. "That was a duel. A real one."

    Leon just breathed slowly, wiping ash from his eyes. "He was fast. But I remembered faster."

    The air turned cold¡ªnot with frost, but with silence.

    There was no cheering crowd in the Rank 26 arena. No floating fire. No elemental spectacle. Just stone¡ªunmoving, unfeeling, and impossibly still. The chamber was a dim hall of obsidian-gray, perfectly symmetrical and deafeningly quiet.

    Leon stood alone at its center, his heart still beating to the rhythm of the last fight.

    But something felt... wrong.

    "Where''s the champion?" Roselia''s voice echoed faintly from the viewing platform.

    Then the silence breathed.

    A whisper touched Leon''s mind.

    "No echo. No rhythm. No prediction."

    From the far wall, a figure emerged without footsteps¡ªnot teleporting, not walking. Just existing, where it hadn''t been a second before.

    It was featureless. A tall, ash-white humanoid shape clad in a robe of gray noise, and bound by dozens of broken golden rings hovering around its limbs and spine.

    "Rank 26 Champion: Varthos, the Echoless Warden."

    Shell Pulse does not resonate here.

    Leon''s eyes widened.

    Shell Reverb... disabled.

    Leon leapt back instantly, drawing on Body Force and Gold Magic, hurling three prism spears at the warden.

    Varthos raised one hand.

    The spears unraveled mid-air, not shattered¡ªerased.

    Leon charged with a Shell-enhanced punch, knowing Shell Pulse wouldn''t guide him¡ªbut his combat instincts might.

    The strike passed through Varthos.

    And then a hand caught him from behind.

    Leon twisted¡ªbut he hadn''t even seen Varthos move.

    A devastating blow landed on his spine, slamming him to the ground. Before he could rise, a second strike pounded into his ribs.

    -32% HP

    -Gold Magic seal disrupted

    -Momentum block detected

    Leon blinked rapidly, using Tripart Echo''s vestiges, trying to store motion¡ªbut no feedback. No sound. No tempo. Nothing to anchor to.

    He was truly fighting blind.

    Round Two: Fighting Without a Beat

    Leon wiped blood from his lips, rising.

    "Fine. No Shell Reverb. No echoes."

    He slid his staff into a reverse grip and activated Aether Blood + Destruction Core manually.

    His vision turned violet and red.

    Now he didn''t need the world to sing¡ªhe''d burn it silent.

    Varthos rushed him again, but this time Leon didn''t dodge¡ªhe countered.

    With Destruction Clad, every contact point was reversed¡ªVarthos''s strikes began taking collateral damage from their own momentum.

    A flicker of surprise crossed the faceless champion.

    Leon dashed sideways, snapping a line of Gold Bindings around the floating rings that hovered around Varthos''s limbs, locking two of them.

    Then¡ª

    "Core Surge: Tandav Form."

    Leon''s skin cracked with flowing red-orange light as Void Destruction, Aether Clarity, and Abyssal Mana interlocked.

    The silence shattered for a single moment.

    And Leon unleashed a flurry of untraceable strikes: palms, elbows, knees, staff-twists¡ªeach blow targeting the broken rings floating in defiance of the natural world.

    Varthos began to falter.

    The Final Strike

    Varthos flickered again, reappearing above Leon with both arms raised¡ªa massive compression field forming, trying to delete Leon entirely.

    Leon clenched his jaw, drew on everything he had learned¡ªfrom his lowest floor to his highest moment.

    He activated a secret fusion technique:

    Shell Pulse: Echo of Origin + Absolute Return + Tripart Echo + Destruction Echo Chain.

    The entire battlefield paused.

    Every suppressed echo, every stolen vibration, every muted movement Leon had suffered since the beginning of the fight¡ª

    Came back all at once.

    He thrust his palm into the sky¡ªa backlash tsunami of memory, pressure, pain, and motion. A perfect inversion of silence.

    "RETURN!"

    The golden rings shattered. Varthos disintegrated¡ªreverberated out of reality.

 Chapter 338: Fighting XV

    Silence returned, but it no longer felt empty.

    Instead, it felt... respectful.

    [Rank 26 Champion Defeated: Varthos the Echoless Warden]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 99.9%]

    [You have unlocked: Origin Return ¨C Final Echo Form (Locked at 100%)]

    [Level: 606 ¡ú 608]

    Leon dropped to one knee, panting. His fists shook, but his eyes were steady.

    Roselia and Milim appeared from the upper walkway, expressions unreadable.

    Naval just stared. "He fought with nothing... and won with everything."

    Leon looked at his hands.

    "No rhythm? I''ll be the rhythm."

    Leon didn''t have time to recover¡ªnot really. The moment Varthos vanished into the after-realm, the arena morphed again. Stone reshaped itself into spiraling pillars that stabbed upward like cathedral spires. The ground grew pale, marbled with silver veins. The arena had transformed into something almost divine.

    The crowd above had returned, hushed in awe.

    "This arena..." Roselia whispered. "It feels... holy."

    A radiant gong sounded.

    From above, wings descended.

    Not of feather or flame¡ªbut of blade and will.

    Hovering just above the platform, descending with grace and menace, came a tall figure clad in glistening silver armor. Each shoulder bore a folded wing made of ten interlocked swords¡ªeach humming with a different frequency of battle aura.

    The figure''s face was concealed beneath a porcelain mask with a single eye etched in gold.

    "Rank 25 Champion: Vel-Rael, Seraph of Ten Blades."

    A single voice echoed across the arena, not from the announcer¡ªbut from the Seraph itself.

    "Ascender. You have walked the echoes of pain and power. But only one who can withstand divinity''s edge may cross the midway threshold."

    Ten blades unfolded¡ªhovering behind the Seraph like a fan of floating death.

    Leon narrowed his eyes. He rolled his shoulders, golden crackles skimming off his skin.

    "I''ve seen gods fall. I don''t bow to blades."

    The battle began instantly.

    No countdown. No warning.

    Just motion¡ªblinding motion.

    Vel-Rael launched forward, blades orbiting like a planetary storm. One thrust, two slashes, three spins¡ªall in perfect synchronicity. Leon dodged narrowly, feeling each blade sing past his neck.

    He activated Shell Reverb: Absolute Return, trying to predict the tempo.

    It failed.

    "Each blade is on a different tempo!" Leon realized.

    One moved to a war rhythm. Another to a heartbeat. One seemed to mirror his own footfalls.

    Leon ducked, rolled, pivoted¡ªand for every step, a blade answered him.

    "Shell Reverb: Echo Fragment ¨C Counterstep."

    He split his motion echoes into scattered footwork, forcing the blades to lose sync for half a second.

    In that window¡ªhe struck.

    Fist to chest.

    The Seraph staggered.

    Phase Two: Judgment Spiral

    Vel-Rael rose, eye flashing.

    All ten blades converged above his head and formed a halo of rotating swords.

    Then they descended, not one at a time¡ªbut as a spiral, a vortex of slicing fate.

    Leon crossed his arms, layering his defenses:

    Body Force: Overgrit Skin

    Aether Blood: Auto-Coagulate Surge

    Gold Magic: Luster Shield

    Shell Pulse: Origin Drift

    The storm hit.

    The arena was consumed in a typhoon of silver fury.

    Blood sprayed. His overgrit tore. His left shoulder dislocated. Luster Shield cracked.

    He dropped to one knee, coughing up blood.

    [HP 17%]

    Leon''s lips curled back into a grin, blood staining his teeth.

    "You want divinity?" he growled.

    His staff snapped into his palm.

    The arena dimmed¡ªand then flared brighter than before as Leon unleashed his full core fusion:

    Destruction Core

    Aether Blood Core

    Gold Magic Core

    Shell Pulse Echo

    All synced to one heartbeat.

    His own.

    The staff struck the ground¡ªand ten spears of condensed Destruction Mana roared into the sky, slamming into the Seraph''s blades and shattering three of them instantly.

    Leon followed through¡ªhis staff a blur.

    The Seraph raised its remaining blades to parry.

    But now Leon wasn''t attacking.

    He was conducting.

    "Shell Pulse: Origin Echo ¨C Karmic Loop."

    He let Vel-Rael''s attacks hit him¡ªbut reversed the kinetic trail mid-blow, sending the power back, layered with Destruction and Aether feedback.

    A blade snapped. Then another.

    The Seraph stumbled.

    Leon leapt.

    "You fought with ten blades."

    "But I fight with ten lives worth of pain."

    Final strike: a staff spin, charged with Abyssal Mana, threaded with Gold, and crowned by the full return of every strike Leon had endured since entering the Obsidian Arena.

    He landed it squarely on Vel-Rael''s core.

    Silence.

    The halo shattered.

    The Seraph dropped to one knee, blades vanishing one by one.

    "You have passed... the judgment of the halfway mark," the Seraph whispered.

    Then, fading into ash and light:

    "Go. Your trial continues beyond mortals."

    Aftermath

    [Rank 25 Champion Defeated: Vel-Rael, the Seraph of Ten Blades]

    [Level: 608 ¡ú 610]

    Leon exhaled slowly, falling to one knee, staff digging into the obsidian.

    The platform was scorched. The sky above, silent.

    Milim looked ready to jump down and carry him back.

    Roselia didn''t speak.

    Roman saluted quietly.

    Naval murmured, "He''s not even done."

    Leon chuckled darkly, wiping blood from his eye.

    "Next... Twenty-four more."

    "And then, I find out what waits at the top."

    The arena shifted again¡ªbut this time, the transformation was not one of stone or fury.

    It was silence.

    White parchment unfurled beneath Leon''s feet. The walls became endless shelves of scrolls, tomes, and crystalline tablets. The scent of aged ink and memory filled the air. The arena floor was lined with countless runes, arranged in patterns that shifted with every footstep. It was not a battlefield¡ªit was a library sanctum of the ancients.

    Above, ink-black crows circled.

    A figure stood at the far end.

    Tall, robed in parchment-colored silk etched with moving script, its face concealed by a mask resembling a blank sheet of paper.

    In its hand: no weapon.

    Only a pen.

    A single, feathered quill that pulsed with ink-black mana.

    "Rank 24: Archivist Vaer''Zhul, Keeper of the Pale Archives."

    Leon narrowed his gaze.

    No blade. No muscle.

    And yet the pressure... was immense.

    "Prepare," came a whisper¡ªmore written than spoken. "You face the echo of every warrior''s forgotten truth."

    Vaer''Zhul waved the quill once.

    Instantly, spectral pages shot outward, encircling Leon. Each page held a memory¡ªhis memory. Battles. Fears. Mistakes. Wounds.

    Then¡ª

    They attacked.

    The pages became constructs. Shadows of his past selves¡ªversions of Leon at Tier V, Tier VI, Tier VII. Dozens of echoes charged him in synchrony.

    "Shell Pulse: Karmic Loop ¡ª Defensive Layer."

    Leon''s aura flared as he spun, blocking and redirecting attacks, but each echo fought as he once had. They anticipated him.

    He was being forced to fight his entire journey, mistake by mistake.

    Blood spattered.

    He destroyed five echoes¡ªbut eight more surged in.

    "Destruction Core ¡ª Lash Wave!"

    A red arc of ruin tore through the arena, shredding spectral pasts into ash. But it was a delay¡ªVaer''Zhul had barely moved.

    He dipped his quill again.

 Chapter 339: Fighting XVI

    The pale floor rippled as dozens of runes exploded outward.

    Words wrapped around Leon''s limbs, binding him¡ªspells of consequence.

    [Wound Inscription ¨C Echo Bleed: You take 200% more damage from your own attacks.]

    [Mark of Memory Loop: You relive every injury sustained in the last 30 minutes.]

    [Silent Pact: Your magic cannot be spoken.]

    Leon fell to one knee, veins pulsing with ancient script.

    "He''s rewriting my reality," he growled. "Twisting my rules."

    He closed his eyes.

    "Then I''ll unwrite him."

    Leon reached deep.

    Beyond Body Force. Beyond Shell Pulse.

    Into his Core Unity.

    "Origin Pulse... Rewrite."

    Reality buckled.

    The runes Vaer''Zhul had written? They flickered.

    Because Origin Pulse doesn''t obey records. It creates them.

    Leon rewound his own kinetic state to before the curses hit. His injuries sealed mid-motion. His blood evaporated. His staff spun with renewed vigor¡ªglowing gold, red, and shadow-black.

    Vaer''Zhul blinked¡ªan expression of disbelief in a being that should have no face.

    Leon leapt.

    "You want a truth?"

    "Here''s mine: I''m still writing this story."

    Gold Magic: Manuscript of Might

    Aether Blood: Memory Burn

    Shell Reverb: Absolute Return ¨C Final Echo Form

    "Combined Core Strike ¡ª Narrative Collapse!"

    He brought his staff down in a thunderous blow. The floor cracked, shelves fell, tomes ignited. Vaer''Zhul tried to scribe a counter-rune¡ª

    Too late.

    The Archivist exploded in a plume of shattered parchment and raw mana.

    [Victory: Rank 24 ¡ª Archivist Vaer''Zhul Defeated]

    [Memory Echoes Absorbed: +7% Shell Pulse Synchrony]

    [Level Up: 610 ¡ú 612]

    Leon collapsed onto a burned scroll, chest heaving.

    The arena returned to stillness.

    The others were speechless above. No cheers. Only stunned silence.

    "You okay?" Roselia asked gently, teleporting down to help him.

    Leon chuckled weakly.

    "I just punched a librarian to death with philosophy. I''m fantastic."

    The moment Leon stepped into the new arena, his ears rang.

    Not with silence.

    But with an eerie, layered hum¡ªas though the floor, air, and even his own heartbeat were caught in a chorus of endless whispering.

    The arena was circular, but the walls pulsed like eardrums. Instead of stone, they were made of translucent membranes stretched between obsidian bones, and each step Leon took rippled out into a vibration that came back twisted and amplified.

    Above, no sky. Only a ceiling of pulsing, glowing veins humming in rhythm. This floor was not a place¡ªit was an organ, a resonant body built to house one voice.

    A single figure stood at its center.

    Cloaked in layered silk-like skin, the figure''s face was featureless, save for a wide vertical mouth that split it from crown to chin. From that mouth echoed a breathless chant, shifting pitch and tone like a melody formed by grief and rage.

    The announcer''s voice, strained and distorted, crackled out:

    "Rank 23: Kraal-Vos, the Everhowl Priest."

    Leon readied himself, instinct already bristling. He could feel it. This wasn''t just a sound-based battle.

    This was a psychic siege.

    Without warning, Kraal-Vos opened his maw¡ªand sang.

    The note struck Leon''s entire body like a falling cathedral. His muscles vibrated, skin rippling unnaturally. He grit his teeth as cracks spidered across the platform beneath him.

    "A frequency attack... It''s bypassing armor and hitting nerve-endings directly."

    Leon surged forward, activating Shell Pulse: Echo of Origin to stabilize his kinetic structure. Each footstep returned a sonic signature he used to navigate the distortions in the arena.

    He swung his staff in a wide arc¡ªmissed.

    Kraal-Vos had already shifted position mid-howl, now on a different vibration node, blending into the songlines of the arena.

    "Gold Magic: Crescendo Pulse!"

    Leon struck the floor with his staff, and a golden ring exploded outward. It hit Kraal-Vos, disrupting his tone¡ªjust long enough for Leon to close in and deliver a sharp elbow to the priest''s side.

    The blow landed.

    But instead of pain, Kraal-Vos sang louder.

    A counterwave erupted, hurling Leon across the arena.

    "You''re attuned to pain... What about confusion?" Kraal-Vos hissed, suddenly using language¡ªnot just sound.

    Words twisted into notes, notes into commands.

    Leon blinked.

    The world spun.

    His limbs felt inverted¡ªleft was right, up was down. His body was moving, but he wasn''t commanding it. He was inside his own head, but the echoes were rewriting his senses.

    "Illusion magic... no. Worse. Aether-borne harmonic possession."

    He gritted his teeth, slamming his staff into his chest.

    Shell Reverb: Absolute Return ¡ª Karmic Displacement!

    The feedback blasted the illusion apart. His body snapped back into alignment, vision clearing just in time to see Kraal-Vos charging¡ªmouth wide, scream gathering force.

    Leon stepped forward.

    "No more."

    Leon raised his staff.

    "Destruction Core ¡ª Hollow Spike."

    The air cracked.

    He thrust the spell forward¡ªa lance of raw entropy pierced through Kraal-Vos''s left shoulder, spinning him mid-scream.

    But he didn''t fall.

    He sang through it.

    And the arena began to crumble.

    The ceiling veins turned black. The floor pulsed harder, faster. The very heartbeat of this domain was collapsing, trying to take Leon with it.

    "He''s sacrificing the stage. Trying to end this in one note."

    Leon clenched his jaw.

    "Then I''ll silence you myself."

    He gathered everything¡ªBody Force, Shell Pulse, Destruction, Aether Blood, Gold Magic, and Abyssal resonance¡ªand spun his staff once.

    "Origin Choir ¡ª One Note Oblivion."

    A pure, harmonic tone burst from Leon''s core.

    Everything stopped.

    Even Kraal-Vos froze, his scream caught in his throat, unable to complete.

    The floor shattered.

    The membrane walls exploded outward in slow motion.

    Kraal-Vos''s body imploded in a bloom of reverse resonance¡ªsucked inward into silence.

    Then...

    Nothing.

    [Victory: Rank 23 ¡ª Kraal-Vos, Everhowl Priest, Defeated]

    [Aether Core Adaptation Increased: +12%]

    [Shell Reverb Synchronization Increased: +4%]

    [New Skill Acquired: Harmonic Null ¨C Temporarily silences all sound-based magic and illusions.]

    [Level Up: 612 ¡ú 614]

    Leon exhaled as the silence settled.

    The arena reformed into stone beneath his feet.

    From the shadows, an Elder Ant stepped forward, nodding.

    "You continue to echo further than expected. The Dreambane was only a beginning."

    Leon''s knuckles cracked as he looked toward the rising platform.

    "Then I''ll keep moving. Rank 22¡ªlet''s hear what nightmare that one brings."

    Next: Rank 22 ¡ª The Sleepless Shatter.

    A warrior who cannot die until you''ve shattered every memory of his name.

 Chapter 340: Fighting XVII

    The arena for Rank 22 was different. It wasn''t wide. It wasn''t open.

    It was a maze¡ªa labyrinth of obsidian glass and fractured reflections, every corridor a shard of someone else''s nightmare. And the air? Still. Heavy. Deceptively quiet. Like holding your breath too long underwater.

    Leon stepped inside alone.

    There was no fanfare this time. No announcer''s voice. No elder''s presence.

    Just a whisper behind the walls:

    "He cannot die... until you forget."

    Then came the thrum.

    Like a heart beating behind the glass.

    The torches flared¡ªand he saw him.

    A man wrapped in bone-white armor, faceless, nameless, holding twin greatswords taller than Leon himself. His presence sent a ripple through the glass around them, warping reflections. His title glowed in runes above his head:

    Rank 22: Sleepless Shatter ¡ª He Who Must Be Forgotten

    And then... the world reset.

    Leon struck first¡ªhe always did.

    Using Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo, he launched into a three-part assault¡ªjab, sweep, rising knee. Each hit landed squarely, rattling through the Shatter''s armor.

    The warrior staggered back.

    Leon followed through¡ªstaff blazing with Goldfire Pulse and Aetherlash, striking a deep wound into the enemy''s side.

    Blood splattered.

    [Target Vitality Critically Compromised]

    Leon went for the finishing blow¡ª

    And the world reset.

    Exactly one second before the final strike, Leon found himself back at the entrance to the maze. No wound. No sign of damage on the Shatter. No progress.

    But Leon remembered.

    "He resets the timeline?" Leon muttered, teeth clenched. "No. Not time... memory."

    As long as anyone remembers his name, he cannot die.

    Leon had no choice.

    "A fight against erasure..."

    The second attempt, Leon used a different approach. Rather than striking directly, he started scanning the arena¡ªevery mirrored surface, every reflection, looking for the core memory sigils that kept the Shatter alive.

    Because it wasn''t just a fight of force anymore. This was a battle against a mnemonic curse.

    He clashed with the Shatter again. Sword met staff in a brutal volley of sparks and shrieking metal. Even with Leon''s enhanced Shell Pulse and Body Force, each clash felt like colliding with a steel memory¡ªunyielding, forgotten by time.

    But slowly, Leon began to break the anchors.

    He shattered three reflective sigils scattered through the maze¡ªeach one dissolving a fragment of the Shatter''s presence.

    [1/7 Memory Anchors Destroyed]

    [2/7...]

    [3/7...]

    Each time he destroyed one, the Sleepless Shatter slowed.

    His movements dulled.

    But then came the punishment.

    On the fourth anchor, Leon hesitated.

    The sigil showed a reflection of Roman, wounded and dying. Another showed Roselia crumbling to ash. The sigils were forged from his own memories.

    To destroy them... he had to forget them.

    "You bastard..." Leon whispered. "You want me to give up who I am to win?"

    The Shatter surged forward with unnatural speed, blades ablaze with anti-memory fire.

    Leon fought back with a roar¡ªcombining Abyss Mana, Destruction Core, and Shell Reverb: Absolute Return into a single, perfect echo strike. A blast of force that sent the Shatter flying.

    He raised his staff again.

    "Then I won''t forget them. I''ll overwrite you instead."

    He activated Origin Anchor.

    The battlefield flooded with golden-blue glyphs¡ªhis foundational identity forged through a thousand battles. Each memory he''d earned¡ªeach bond, each loss¡ªstood against the erasure.

    The Shatter charged again, slower now.

    Leon whispered, "Be forgotten."

    And with a final strike¡ª

    Destruction Magic: Oblivion Sever

    Shell Reverb: Absolute Return ¡ª Recursive Break

    He impaled the Shatter through the chest.

    The blade of the staff tore through every memory node the creature held.

    One by one, the sigils broke.

    Then the name above the enemy''s head... flickered.

    And vanished.

    The maze shattered.

    The arena reformed.

    The voice finally returned:

    [Victory: Rank 22 ¡ª The Sleepless Shatter Defeated.]

    [You have resisted erasure: Memory Integrity +12%]

    Level Up: 614 ¡ú 616]

    Leon stood in the center, silent for a moment.

    He remembered everything.

    And made damn sure no one would ever forget him.

    "Next," he said quietly. "Rank 21."

    Rank 21 ¨C The Thorned Judicator of the Obsidian Throne

    The Obsidian Ant Arena was silent again¡ªeerily so.

    After the memory-warping nightmare of the Sleepless Shatter, Leon stepped into the next chamber with a sharpened awareness. The air here was neither warm nor cold. It was exact. Balanced. Judging. As if reality itself awaited his next move to decide whether it should accept or reject him.

    The ground was smoother than before¡ªobsidian polished to a mirror sheen. Above him loomed a high-backed throne, jagged and throned with black thorns that pulsed like veins.

    And sitting on it...

    A tall, wiry figure cloaked in layers of ceremonial armor¡ªblack enamel over bone-white plating. Crimson cords wrapped his arms, and his face was hidden behind a cracked mask carved from stone.

    Above him, floating in crimson glyphs:

    Rank 21: Thorned Judicator ¨C Karm, Echo of Guilt

    His voice rang out like a gavel.

    "Leon, bearer of Destruction, wielder of Shell Reverb, and stained with war."

    "I am the record of every wound you have dealt in unjust wrath... and every mercy you failed to give."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Let me guess. You hit me with my own sins?"

    Karm rose, dragging a staff made of obsidian thorns behind him. "No. I weigh them. And if they exceed your merits... I execute."

    The battle began not with blades¡ªbut with revelation.

    Glyphs exploded across the battlefield¡ªmemories of Leon''s past attacks, simulations of times he struck too hard, times he killed without knowing if the enemy could have surrendered. Each memory formed spectral echoes¡ªghosts of his past enemies.

    Leon gritted his teeth as he faced a reflection of the early battle with Tur''Zhan, the near-fatal blow to Roman when under World Destroyer Berserk, and the moment he chose not to heal a fallen enemy in a dungeon because it was "too risky."

    Karm raised his staff.

    "Judgment Level: Seven Sins Detected. Penalty Phase Activated."

    Seven phantom warriors surrounded Leon, attacking in perfect synchronicity¡ªeach one with his own prior fighting style.

    Shell Reverb flared, intercepting and rewriting kinetic patterns, but the echoes knew his moves. He countered one, only for another to backstrike with the same technique he used against Xa''Roj.

    They''re learning... from me.

    He triggered Shell Pulse: Echo of Origin, clearing the ring with a pulse that knocked the illusions back.

    But the Judicator had already entered the second phase.

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    Karm no longer floated¡ªhe descended.

    With a wave of his staff, thorned tendrils erupted from the ground and coiled around Leon''s limbs. Not tight enough to break him¡ªbut enough to hold judgment.

    And then¡ª

    "Sin Manifest: For the Life You Took in Vain."

    A spear of white-hot energy plunged through Leon''s shoulder.

    "Sin Manifest: For the Power You Abused."

    "Sin Manifest: For the Life You Let Die."

    Each invocation came with a blow. A wound. A memory forced to the surface.

    Leon dropped to a knee, gritting his teeth. Blood fell. His shell reverberated, but there was no rhythm. No clarity.

    He was being undone by his own choices.

    "How do you plead, Leon?" the Judicator intoned.

    Leon''s fist clenched.

    And then, with a breath of molten fury, he rose.

    "I don''t plead," he said coldly. "I fight."

    He raised his hand¡ªand unleashed the full fusion:

    Destruction Core: Cataclysm Vein.

    Aether Blood: Chrono Conduit.

    Gold Magic: Crowned Echo.

    Abyssal Mana: Mirrorbane Leech.

    His body ignited with chaotic harmony¡ªfour conflicting forces flowing in synch.

    With a roar, he shattered the vines of judgment, blasted through the phantom sins, and raced toward Karm.

    Each strike he landed now rewrote the karmic record¡ªdisplacing sin with intent, rewriting guilt with understanding. His blows weren''t raw anymore. They were surgical.

    One strike for his mercy.

    One for his regret.

    One for the future he chose to shape better.

    Karm raised his staff for a final counter¡ª

    And Leon drove his palm into the Judicator''s chest, releasing Origin Pulse: Harmonic Zero.

    A blinding light exploded.

    The thorned armor fell.

    Karm collapsed, unmasked¡ªrevealing not a monster, but a face eerily like Leon''s. Tired. Weathered. Worn.

    "You... passed."

    "Not because you are perfect. But because you keep trying to be better."

    "May your path... remain sharp."

    The arena restored itself.

    [Victory: Rank 21 ¨C Thorned Judicator Defeated.]

    [Level Up: 616 ¡ú 618]

    Leon stood still for a moment, breathing heavily.

    Then he wiped the blood from his face, and turned to leave.

    "Next."

    Rank 20 ¨C The Sunken Architect of Lost Time

    Leon stepped through the obsidian threshold into Rank 20''s chamber¡ªand felt the world shiver.

    This was no arena. No dueling ring. The space was impossibly vast, yet claustrophobic. Curved walls of petrified coral spiraled upward in defiance of geometry, layered with broken clocks, stilled pendulums, and mural fragments that depicted battles that never happened... or perhaps hadn''t yet.

    Each step echoed not forward¡ªbut backward.

    And in the center, standing on a cracked mosaic of a sundial long forgotten, was a robed entity whose form flickered between elder and infant, scholar and corpse, knight and prisoner.

    A mechanical voice intoned:

    Rank 20: Vaer''Zhul, the Dreambane Architect

    "Leon... do you remember the world you might have had?"

    Before Leon could answer, the realm folded.

    Suddenly, Leon stood not as a warrior¡ªbut a child.

    He blinked¡ªand saw his mother. His village. A peaceful world untouched by war or ascension, where he never picked up the sword. Where he grew old with friends, learned to read stars instead of cut through them.

    The crowd was laughing.

    Roselia was there. So was Roman. But none of them were Ascenders. They were people.

    "You wanted this," whispered Vaer''Zhul from everywhere.

    Leon tried to lift his arm¡ªand realized he had no weapons. His Shell Pulse was gone. His Core? Silent.

    "This isn''t real," he muttered.

    "It was once. Until you chose."

    Vaer''Zhul appeared as a fatherly figure now, extending a hand. "Stay. Relinquish the burden of the climb. You are tired. Your soul bleeds. You''ve killed to survive. But here... you are healed."

    Leon''s hand trembled.

    But then¡ªa flicker. A memory. Of Naval''s laughter in the dungeon. Of Roselia bleeding but grinning. Of the Shellfire. Of the Mirror.

    "No."

    His voice hardened.

    "I chose this path. And I''ll see it through¡ªeven if I bleed for every step."

    Time shattered.

    Leon''s adult body reformed, fully armored in truth. Shell Pulse activated.

    The Architect screamed as the false world burned away.

    Vaer''Zhul now hovered, form half-shadow, half-gear. He summoned phantom timelines¡ªalternate Leons who made other choices: a tyrant Leon, a coward Leon, a berserker who lost control. All turned on him with terrifying strength, wielding distorted versions of his own power.

    "Face the futures you denied!"

    Leon clenched his fist, activating Shell Pulse: Echo of Origin and Absolute Return in sync. He flowed like a storm through the echoes, redirecting strikes, learning from each failure.

    He broke the spine of the coward Leon.

    Crushed the ambition of tyrant Leon.

    And finally faced the last version¡ªhimself, fully consumed by Destruction.

    This one said nothing. It simply attacked.

    And it was perfect.

    Blows struck with his own rhythm, his own rage. His own Destruction Core.

    The battle was nearly even.

    But Leon was real. This echo was not.

    He shifted into Gold Magic: Crowned Echo, layered with Aether Blood: Chrono Conduit, and in a blazing spiral of golden-silver light, unleashed his trump card:

    Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo + Karmic Loop + Abyss Mirror Shard

    His staff cracked the final version''s skull in three simultaneous timelines.

    Vaer''Zhul screamed and shed his illusions.

    The arena vanished, replaced with a storm of clocks and gears falling through a void. In the center floated the real Architect¡ªhis core a dying sun of regret and shattered creation.

    "You have rejected paradise, warrior. Now you must carry the weight of knowing what could''ve been."

    Leon soared upward through the falling debris, arms flaring with Abyssal Destruction.

    "Good. I''d rather earn my future."

    He impaled Vaer''Zhul''s core with his staff and whispered:

    "I forgive what I could have been."

    And detonated it with Origin Pulse: Harmonic Zero.

    The void blinked¡ªand returned to obsidian.

    The voice echoed:

    [Victory: Rank 20 ¨C Vaer''Zhul the Dreambane Architect Defeated.]

    [Level Up: 618 ¡ú 621]

    [Skill Gained: Paradox Thread ¨C Once per day, rewind one second of time and act with knowledge of both outcomes.]

    Leon dropped to one knee, drained¡ªbut whole.

    Roselia and the others met him at the edge, concern in their eyes.

    "You alright?" Roman asked.

    Leon wiped sweat from his brow. "Yeah. I just... remembered a few things I''d rather not forget."

    He stood.

    "Let''s go. Rank 19 awaits."

 Chapter 342: Fighting XIX

    The Obsidian Ant chamber for Rank 19 did not welcome them with stone or echoing chants. Instead, it opened to silence¡ªa void-like space beneath a false sky where stars blinked like distant regrets. Floating islands of broken constellations drifted in low gravity, each tethered to glowing chains of memory.

    Leon floated in with slow grace, his armor catching faint glimmers of nebular light. A pressure settled on his shoulders¡ªnot from gravity, but from the sheer presence of the one waiting.

    Iskar Veln, the Hollow Starlord, stood at the center of a shattered celestial ring. His body was ethereal, clad in robes made of stardust and shadow. One eye burned with endless nova-fire. The other... was a black hole.

    "You carry too many echoes, Leon of Above," the voice whispered in cosmic delay. "Return them. Or be undone by their weight."

    Leon readied his staff, feeling his Destruction Core pulse uneasily. "I''m not here to return anything. Just to move forward."

    Iskar raised a hand¡ªand time fractured.

    Before Leon could respond, the battlefield inverted. He was underwater¡ªor felt like it¡ªfloating in a timeless sea of falling stars. Iskar launched the first attack: a bolt of compressed time flanked by gravity slashes.

    Leon twisted mid-air, Shell Reverb absorbing the force¡ªbut even the feedback loop staggered. These were not simple kinetic blows¡ªthey were events, memories condensed into mass. Every hit made Leon relive moments: the battle against Kragg, the Mirror fight, even Vaer''Zhul''s illusionary village.

    "Damn," he gasped, breathless. "He fights with... my past."

    He activated Absolute Return, using damage already taken to surge forward. A triple-feint movement cracked into Iskar''s shoulder¡ªbut the Starlord didn''t flinch.

    Instead, Iskar unleashed Supernova Pulse¡ªan expanding sphere of zero-light.

    Leon countered with Shell Pulse: Karmic Loop, redirecting a portion of the attack back at its source while absorbing residual echoes into his own core.

    A collision.

    A brief flash.

    Both combatants reappeared above a falling comet-island, breath ragged.

    Iskar began singing.

    Not with a mouth, but with memory. The stars resonated with every note¡ªa requiem of lost timelines and fractured dreams. Images of Roman dying. Of Roselia fading away. Of Leon, alone, at the peak of Ascension with nothing left.

    Each note attacked Leon''s soul.

    "This is not real!" Leon screamed.

    But part of him believed it. And that belief made him bleed.

    Until¡ª

    "Then make your truth louder."

    Liliana''s voice. Not real¡ªbut remembered.

    Leon clenched his teeth, activated Origin Anchor, and cast a layered spell:

    ¡ú Aether Blood: Fateburn Sigil

    ¡ú Gold Magic: Solar Override

    ¡ú Destruction Core: Hollow Rejection

    A spiral of golden-red light engulfed him as he burned through the illusory symphony.

    "I reject your memory."

    He pierced through Iskar with a pure spear of Destiny Cleave, laced with Voidbreaking essence.

    Iskar screamed¡ªand exploded into stardust.

    Only to reappear behind Leon.

    "Wrong. I am your future¡ªwhen the stars burn out, when all you love fades."

    Leon spun, blood running down his jaw. "Then let me make one thing clear..."

    He activated all three core arts¡ªDestruction, Aether, Gold¡ªinto a singularity.

    "I''m not afraid of endings anymore."

    With a roar, he unleashed Origin Pulse: Heartsplit Aegis, a divine fusion strike that chained from one reality to another. It shattered the starlord''s form, tore apart the false cosmos, and silenced the haunting music.

    [Victory: Rank 19 ¨C Iskar Veln, Hollow Starlord, Defeated.]

    [Level Up: 621 ¡ú 625]

    [Skill Gained: Hollow Star Memory ¨C Once per battle, absorb a fatal attack and return it as a stored Astral Wound.]

    Leon stood at the edge of the ring, gasping. His bones felt heavy, his heart loud in his chest.

    Roselia caught him as he stumbled. "That bad, huh?"

    Leon smiled weakly. "He fought like everything I never wanted to be."

    Roman clapped his shoulder. "Then it''s good you still are what you chose to be."

    Leon looked up toward the narrowing path.

    "Let''s keep going. Rank 18 won''t wait."

    The descent to Rank 18 did not feel like a step downward.

    It was a fall¡ªthrough silence, memory, and something deeper. When Leon''s boots touched the ground, there was no crowd. No arena. Just a circular chamber, walled in choral glyphs, thrumming with harmonic resonance.

    A single figure waited at its center, seated atop a dais of flesh-like marble¡ªits skin carved with sacred verses, its mouth sewn shut by threads of gold.

    This was Mael''Rhun, the Scarred Choir.

    A being said to have once been ten thousand singers, merged into one cursed vessel. Every wound upon its body resonated with a voice, and every strike it took added another note to its eternal song of agony.

    As Leon approached, a tone rang out¡ªbeautiful and unbearable.

    "Leon of Above. You, too, carry scars meant to sing."

    Mael''Rhun rose, and the chamber shifted. It didn''t transform¡ªit remembered itself: the echoes of countless past fights layered onto the walls like ghost-fire. Each step Mael''Rhun took echoed with hundreds of overlapping footsteps from other timelines.

    Leon''s staff thrummed, warning him. Even at Tier VIII, this opponent did not obey logic.

    The first blow was silent¡ªLeon only felt a shift in pressure. Then his side bled, reacting to a cut he hadn''t seen.

    Mael''Rhun stood still, its mouth unmoving. Yet the pain was real.

    Shell Reverb activated instinctively, catching a second invisible strike. The data looped, built up kinetic backlash, and he countered with a Shell Pulse: Tripart Echo¡ªa threefold strike that caught Mael''Rhun in the ribs, shoulder, and chest.

    Each impact sang.

    Not screamed¡ªsang. Each hit added a new voice to the creature''s body, each tone harmonizing into a violent chord that reverberated into Leon''s mind.

    His vision blurred. Blood dripped from his nose.

    "He''s... weaponizing sound through pain."

    Mael''Rhun raised a hand and conducted the voices, creating a wall of harmonic force that slammed into Leon like a wave of glass.

    Leon crashed back, breathing hard, bones creaking.

    Phase Two: Karmic Chorus

    He stood, activating Karmic Loop. If every voice was a wound, then every wound could be returned.

    Mael''Rhun''s next strike was a sweeping aria of silent agony¡ªblades of condensed suffering arcing in from every angle.

    Leon danced through them with Shell Reverb: Absolute Return, bouncing pain through stored echoes and feeding the backlash into his Origin Conduit. He snapped forward¡ª

    ¡ú Destruction Core: Fleshbreak Spiral

    ¡ú Aether Blood: Temporal Edge

    ¡ú Gold Magic: Heartsight Flash

    The combination tore through Mael''Rhun''s midsection¡ªonly for the wounds to erupt into a choir of rebuke. The creature''s body disassembled into harmonizing shards and reformed behind Leon mid-note.

    Too fast.

    Leon twisted¡ªtoo late.

    A sound spear pierced his back, exiting his chest.

    He gasped.

    Mael''Rhun leaned in, eye sockets hollow. "One must listen to end the song."

    Leon fell to a knee, coughing blood.

 Chapter 343: Fighting XX

    His hand trembled.

    "You want a final verse?" he muttered, spitting crimson.

    He reached deep¡ªnot into his cores, but into the Abyssal Leech King''s memory within his soul.

    "Then let me teach you silence."

    He invoked a full-core merge:

    ¡ú Destruction

    ¡ú Aether Blood

    ¡ú Gold Magic

    ¡ú Void Law

    ¡ú Shell Reverb: Echo of Origin

    Light collapsed around him as the fusion created an anti-sound field¡ªevery vibration nullified.

    He charged through Mael''Rhun''s wall of pain.

    The creature raised its arms¡ª

    But no voice came.

    Leon''s staff cracked across its skull. The choir fell silent. With a final strike, he drove the Origin Echo through Mael''Rhun''s heart.

    The room sang a single, dying note.

    Then silence.

    True silence.

    [Victory: Rank 18 ¨C The Scarred Choir, Mael''Rhun, Defeated.]

    [Level Up: 625 ¡ú 628.]

    [Skill Gained: Song of Reversal ¨C Once per battle, negate all sound-based abilities and reflect one back with double force.]

    Leon collapsed to one knee, bloodied, hearing returning in slow echoes. His ears rang with memory, not pain.

    Milim caught him. "That one was... weird."

    Leon exhaled slowly. "Yeah. But I heard what I needed."

    Roselia crouched beside him. "What''s that?"

    Leon stood, wiping blood from his chin. "Even suffering has a rhythm. And I''m learning how to play it."

    Roman raised an eyebrow. "So. Rank 17 next?"

    Leon''s knuckles tightened. "Rank 17."

    He looked up at the next gate.

    "And I''ll make it scream."

    Leon stood before the gateway to Rank 17, his breath slow, measured. The scars from his battle with Mael''Rhun still throbbed beneath his skin¡ªghostly echoes, reminders that the deeper he went, the more the Obsidian Ant domain tested not only strength but essence.

    The doors parted with a hiss like grinding tectonic plates. Beyond them lay a narrow bridge of stone suspended over a void¡ªa rift that seemed bottomless, flickering with strands of red lightning. The air was thin, heavy with pressure. Each step felt like dragging his soul uphill.

    At the far end stood his opponent: Threx Volundar, the Riftspine.

    A serpentine figure clad in obsidian-scaled armor, its six arms each bearing a different weapon¡ªspear, axe, blade, flail, whip, and a long rifle. But what drew Leon''s gaze most was the spine protruding from its back, extending upward like a monolith, etched in shifting glyphs of unknown language. That spine pulsed in time with the rift beneath them.

    Threx''s voice echoed, distorted. "You who carry so many burdens... will you bear the Spine, or be broken by it?"

    Leon didn''t answer. He just stepped forward, staff in hand, Shell Pulse humming beneath his skin.

    The battle began in an instant.

    Threx dashed forward with the spear¡ªblindingly fast, its movement snapping like a whipcrack. Leon pivoted, Shell Reverb already reading the kinetic flow. He parried, redirected the momentum, and launched a counterstrike.

    But Threx''s body twisted impossibly mid-air, bringing the axe down from above. Leon caught it with his staff, the force cracking the stone beneath him. Before he could react, the flail lashed around his leg, dragging him across the bridge.

    Leon flipped up, tearing free with an Echo Step, and launched a Golden Crescent Barrage¡ªprojectiles of condensed gold mana.

    Threx''s whip snapped, unraveling into a thousand ribbons that dissolved the barrage in mid-air.

    "He fights like six minds in one," Leon thought grimly. "Every arm has a different intent."

    Leon activated Shell Reverb: Absolute Return, letting the damage soak in¡ªthe whip across his back, the spear through his side, the blade grazing his thigh.

    He stored the pain. Held it like breath.

    Then¡ªRelease.

    He lashed out in a storm of amplified strikes, every blow echoing with the force of Threx''s own weapons. The bridge cracked from the pressure. The rift below howled.

    One of Threx''s arms shattered. He recoiled¡ªbut not in pain. He smiled.

    The spine on his back surged with energy, and suddenly, Leon felt time slow.

    The next instant, Threx was everywhere. Blades from above, bullets from below, axe at his ribs, whip binding his staff, spear toward his heart¡ª

    Leon cried out as blood sprayed. Even Shell Reverb couldn''t keep up. The Riftspine was warping reality.

    Leon fell to one knee, blood pouring from his side. His staff cracked. His body screamed.

    "This is the limit... again."

    He gritted his teeth.

    "No. This is where I grow."

    He activated full Core Fusion.

    ¡ú Destruction: His aura flared red-black, raw entropy distorting the air.

    ¡ú Aether Blood: Time shimmered around his body, accelerating reflexes and warping perception.

    ¡ú Gold Magic: His strikes began glowing with pure, piercing resonance.

    ¡ú Abyss Magic: A black corona formed, draining mana from the environment.

    The rift reacted¡ªscreaming. The bridge split in multiple places, unable to withstand his surge.

    Leon blurred forward.

    He took the spear through the shoulder¡ªon purpose¡ªand used the opening to jam his hand against Threx''s core.

    Shell Pulse: Origin Echo.

    Destruction Lance.

    Temporal Implosion.

    A soundless burst cracked the air as Threx''s chest detonated inward, collapsing into itself. The obsidian spine shattered, sending runes scattering like ash.

    Threx dropped his weapons, swayed, and fell backwards¡ªoff the bridge, into the rift.

    [Victory: Rank 17 ¨C Threx Volundar, the Riftspine, Defeated.]

    [Level Up: 628 ¡ú 631.]

    [Skill Gained: Rift Pulse ¡ª Once per battle, bend space within a 10-meter radius, enabling instant repositioning and destabilizing enemy equilibrium.]

    Leon stumbled back to the bridge''s center, breathing hard, vision swimming. His armor hung in shreds. Blood soaked one leg, and his arms trembled.

    Milim and Roselia waited at the gate, both pale.

    "You should''ve waited for us," Milim muttered.

    Leon grinned faintly. "You''d only slow me down."

    He collapsed in Roselia''s arms.

    Roman approached, voice grim. "The rift nearly tore you in half."

    Leon nodded. "And now I know how it feels."

    He looked up at the gate to Rank 16.

    "One more song," he whispered. "Let''s see what melody pain sings next."

    Leon rose from the healer''s circle the next day, body stiff but repaired. The fight against Threx had torn open more than wounds¡ªit had forced him to reconcile the dangerous balance of his Core Fusion. He could win, yes, but at what cost?

    Still, the next gate loomed.

    Rank 16.

    He entered the chamber quietly, stepping into a cathedral of mirrored glass and bone. The floor shimmered with prismatic fractures, and the ceiling above reflected every movement¡ªexcept not quite correctly. His own image stared back from the mirrored dome, but the expression it wore was wrong¡ªtwisted in hatred, cloaked in abyssal flames, and wielding a staff warped by madness.

    From the far side, the real enemy emerged.

    Vaer''Zhul, the Dreambane.

    A figure draped in a black mantle of stitched shadows, its face hidden behind a mask of cracked silver. Each footstep left behind a bloom of nightmares that clung to the floor like mold. It carried no weapon¡ªjust a single orb pulsing with unreal energies, its surface rippling like water disturbed by thought.

    The room dimmed.

    "You carry the burden of too many selves, Leon," Vaer''Zhul said. "Let me free you of them."

    And the mirrors shattered.

 Chapter 344: Fighting XXII

    From the falling glass, reflections emerged. Not illusions¡ªechoes of past Leons. One wielded Shell Reverb at its peak. Another crackled with Core Destruction. A third bled pure Gold Magic. A fourth shimmered with Tandav''s cursed flame.

    Leon''s breath caught.

    "They''re me..."

    Vaer''Zhul pointed. "Kill them, or they will kill you."

    The echoes charged, and Leon had no choice.

    He clashed with the Shell Reverb version first¡ªblows moving in exact synchronicity, canceling each other out. It was like fighting his own shadow, every strike met, every dodge mirrored. Leon had to twist the rhythm, deliberately miss a beat, creating a false vulnerability that baited the echo into overcommitting.

    Boom.

    One echo shattered, dispersing into glass shards.

    But the others came faster.

    Core Destruction Leon was relentless¡ªripping through the chamber like a wild firestorm. Leon ducked under a flame arc, rolling across the mirrored floor, and channeled Aether Blood to accelerate his tempo. His movements grew erratic, unpredictable¡ªuntil he landed a strike to the echo''s core.

    The echo imploded into darkness.

    He barely turned in time to block a golden spear from the next one. Light magic pierced his side. Blood sprayed, and Leon screamed. He used that pain¡ªturned it into Shell Reverb, echoed the kinetic data into a sphere of stored force, and detonated it point-blank.

    The Golden Leon disintegrated.

    Only Tandav Leon remained now¡ªdripping madness, its aura tainted with destruction. Every strike carried the weight of worlds ending.

    Leon faltered.

    One blow shattered three ribs. Another cracked his mask. His vision blurred with crimson as he activated Abyss Leech to drain ambient magic¡ªbut even that struggled to keep up.

    He poured everything into one final clash¡ªOrigin Pulse, Tripart Echo, Gold Wrath, and Aether Overdrive¡ª

    And struck his own chest, disrupting the final echo at its core.

    Silence.

    Vaer''Zhul descended now, slowly clapping. "Impressive. But do you know what happens when the dream forgets its dreamer?"

    The orb in his hand expanded¡ªand suddenly, Leon was floating in space. No air. No sound. Only memory.

    He saw his failure against the Sovereign Mirror. His loss of control against Tandav. The moment he nearly killed Roman. All of them played out around him, illusions and guilt binding him in a cocoon of paralysis.

    "You are your weakness," Vaer''Zhul whispered from nowhere and everywhere.

    "No," Leon growled, blood weeping from his eyes. "I was. But I grew."

    He reached into his chest¡ªnot physically, but spiritually¡ªand found the rhythm again.

    Shell Pulse: Echo of Origin.

    His body pulsed, and he shattered the dream.

    Leon fell back into reality, slammed into the floor, and surged forward with a scream.

    Vaer''Zhul met him, raising the orb.

    But Leon no longer needed to dodge.

    He let the orb touch his chest¡ªand welcomed it.

    In the next heartbeat, he echoed the Dreambane''s power back at him through Karmic Loop.

    The orb exploded, tearing Vaer''Zhul apart from within.

    [Victory: Rank 16 ¨C Vaer''Zhul the Dreambane Defeated.]

    [Level Up: 631 ¡ú 634.]

    Leon dropped to one knee, breathing heavily. His head throbbed. His vision dimmed.

    Naval''s voice rang distantly as the others rushed in. "Leon! What happened?"

    He smiled faintly.

    "I just fought myself... and I won."

    As he looked up at the cracked mirrored dome above, he finally saw his reflection smiling back¡ªwounded, scarred, but whole.

    Leon sat at the edge of a quiet obsidian platform, one level beneath the dueling chamber of Rank 15. The gentle hum of the Shell Pulse architecture echoed faintly beneath him¡ªresonant and alive, like a heartbeat. His body ached. His spirit was tired. But his mind was clear.

    Roselia knelt behind him, gently wrapping new gauze around his ribs. Her hands were tender but efficient, and her silence was comforting.

    "You nearly died in there," she said finally, voice soft.

    "I nearly die everywhere," Leon murmured, glancing up at the shimmering dome of the chamber. "But that one was... different. Vaer''Zhul didn''t fight my body. He fought my soul."

    Roselia leaned into him, resting her chin on his shoulder. "And you still came out alive. That''s what matters."

    He nodded slowly. "Barely. He made me fight myself. Every version I''ve ever hated. I saw Tandav again¡ªhis face. The way I almost destroyed Roman. The blood on my hands from when I couldn''t control my Core."

    "You''re not that person anymore."

    "No. I''m someone worse... or better. I''m not sure which."

    A few moments passed before Liliana joined them, arms crossed. "You can keep pondering philosophy after you get some actual sleep. Roman''s already cleared your next trial schedule. You''ve got three hours. We''ll wake you if anything changes."

    "Three hours? That''s generous." Leon chuckled faintly. "Feels like luxury."

    Milim dropped down from above, upside-down and grinning. "I saved your food. Spicy stew, no mushrooms¡ªjust how you like it."

    He caught the bowl she tossed. "Thanks."

    She blinked, then poked his forehead with a finger. "Don''t get lost up here, broody boy. You''ve got, like, a hundred more battles to go."

    Leon smiled. "Thirty-five, technically. And I''m almost halfway."

    "Thirty-five that get harder the closer you get to Rank 1," Roselia added. "You''re not invincible, Leon."

    He set the bowl aside and leaned back against the cool stone wall. "No. But I''m not alone either."

    ¡ª

    Later, in the inner sanctum of the monastery...

    An Elder Ant approached through the mirrored corridor, his shell lined with age-glyphs and golden filigree. He bowed slightly as he reached Leon''s resting chamber.

    "You walk a dangerous path," he rasped, voice low and echoing. "But each wound you carry refines your frequency. Come. It is time for the next layer."

    Leon stood, still sore but steady. "Another Shell Pulse principle?"

    The Elder turned and began walking. "No. Not quite. You have learned Echo, Reverb, Karmic Loop, and Origin. This... is not a layer¡ªbut a refinement."

    They arrived at a deep chamber lit only by a single pulsing rune on the floor. Within it, strange patterns rippled like oil on water.

    The Elder pointed. "This is the place of Refraction. Here, you will learn how to break the tempo of others, not just echo it. To make their rhythm betray them."

    Leon''s eyes narrowed. "Shell Pulse: Refraction?"

    "No. Something subtler. Something that cannot be taught¡ªonly stolen. Watch closely."

    The Elder stepped into the rune and began to move. His limbs flowed in circular spirals¡ªthen suddenly snapped into sharp, misaligned beats that threw the very air into dissonance.

    Leon staggered slightly just watching.

    "You feel it?" the Elder said. "That unease? That broken flow? This is the art of combat fracture. Learn it, and your enemies will strike themselves."

    Leon grinned slowly, blood still drying on his lip.

    "I''m ready."

 Chapter 345: Fighting XXIII

    The air in the Rank 15 arena felt... warped.

    Not heavier. Not darker. Just off.

    Every step Leon took echoed too long, as though time itself hesitated to let go. The audience¡ªObsidian Ants, Elder Monks, and even a few watching from distant scrying mirrors¡ªsat in reverent silence. This floor wasn''t about brute force. It was a place of precision, of skill that unraveled moments like silk threads.

    The announcer''s voice didn''t boom this time. It whispered¡ªan eerie hush that brushed across the soul.

    "Rank 15 Champion... Yel''Zura the Chronofract."

    Across the obsidian battlefield stood a slender figure, cloaked in silver-dappled armor. Yel''Zura didn''t move. Her presence alone bent the light around her, and the second hand of time seemed to tick slower in her wake.

    Leon stepped forward, his newly honed Shell Reverb and Origin Pulse humming gently beneath his skin. He could feel the combat tempo around her¡ªand it was wrong. Her heartbeat ran backward for a breath. Then forward. Then stuttered.

    She bowed her head once. "I hope you''re not in a hurry."

    And time fractured.

    Leon blinked¡ªand her blade was already at his throat.

    He jerked sideways, barely redirecting the blow with a Karmic Loop pulse, catching the shimmer of her attack a fraction before it hit. Sparks flew, not from impact, but potential¡ªpossibility cut apart.

    "She cuts moments," he realized aloud.

    Yel''Zura tilted her head. "Correct. I strike not flesh, but what could be."

    Leon''s aura flared. Golden mana laced with Abyss threads surged around him as he lunged, staff spinning. Aether bolts crackled around the edges, wrapped in fractal spirals of Origin Pulse.

    But her footwork was like stuttered film¡ªframe-skip precision. Every time he got close, she wasn''t there anymore. A heartbeat late. A step ahead.

    He stilled.

    Closed his eyes.

    And broke his own rhythm.

    One movement. Then another. Then an intentional stutter. A trip, almost. His heartbeat skipped.

    Yel''Zura lunged at that moment¡ªand found herself out of sync.

    Leon''s hand surged forward, striking her blade at an angle no combatant would ever use¡ªbecause it made no sense. It shouldn''t have worked.

    But it did.

    Crack!

    Shell Pulse: Refraction pulsed through him¡ªfracturing both her stance and her temporal cloak. Sparks of distorted time magic exploded between them.

    Yel''Zura stumbled.

    Leon didn''t waste the chance.

    Destruction magic lit the arena with black flame.

    Golden glyphs danced on his staff.

    Aether blood seethed through his veins like molten silver.

    Leon surged forward with a spear of compressed fate¡ªhis Destiny-brand technique¡ªpiercing not her armor, but the very window she existed in.

    "Destruction Break: Null Interval!"

    The blow hit.

    Time twisted¡ªrecoiled¡ªand shattered.

    Yel''Zura was flung across the arena, tumbling through glitched moments of herself in different poses¡ªfrozen, attacking, fading, crying. She hit the wall, gasping, her blade flickering and vanishing into mist.

    She rose, limping forward, the time-warp around her shattered.

    Then she smiled. "You unraveled the moment. Well done."

    She dropped to one knee.

    The voice returned:

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 15 Defeated."

    Leon sat in silence afterward, Roselia gently cleaning his burned shoulder.

    "You bent time," she whispered.

    "I lied to time," he corrected. "I gave it false rhythm... and stole truth from its step."

    Roman stood nearby, arms crossed. "You''re turning into something terrifying, you know that?"

    Leon chuckled weakly. "We''ll need terrifying to win at Rank 1."

    The gate slid open with a deep, grinding hum, revealing the Rank 14 arena.

    Unlike the others, this battlefield was not black stone or shifting obsidian. It was... green. A vast garden, seemingly suspended in air, where hundreds of swords stood buried upright in the earth like gravestones. Petals drifted on the wind. The scent of steel and cherry blossoms mingled, unnaturally serene.

    Leon stepped onto the field, his boots crunching the petals beneath. It felt sacred¡ªno flames, no screams, only the whisper of wind through the blades.

    From the far side, his opponent emerged: a tall, statuesque figure in pure white armor. A single katana rested at their side, sheathed in silence. Their eyes closed as they approached the center of the garden, then opened with startling calm.

    "The challenger walks without arrogance," the duelist said softly. "That is good. The Blade Garden suffers no pride."

    Leon gave a slow nod. "And you are?"

    "I am Vaerel of the Still Edge," the duelist answered, unsheathing his blade in a single, flawless motion. "The sword that ends motion."

    The petals stopped drifting.

    The wind died.

    And for a heartbeat, the world became still.

    No magic. No enhancements. No pulsing energies or time fractures.

    Just movement.

    Vaerel was on him in an instant, blade humming through the air with such precision that even Leon''s enhanced vision saw only the after of each cut. He leaned, twisted, deflected¡ªbut not fast enough.

    Blood bloomed on his side. His left shoulder split open in a shallow line.

    He countered with a Shell Pulse-boosted elbow¡ªbut it met air.

    Vaerel stood five paces away, katana resting gently on his shoulder. Not even breathing hard.

    "You rely on forces outside yourself," he said quietly. "Body Force, Shell Reverb, even Origin Pulse... none of those will save you here."

    Leon''s jaw clenched. "Then I won''t use them."

    He deactivated everything. Shell Reverb faded. Core Magic hushed. No Destruction. No Abyss. No God-tier augmentations. Just his body, his staff, and his instincts.

    A grin crept onto Vaerel''s lips.

    "Good. Now¡ªshow me the warrior beneath the power."

    The clash was brutal. Pure, cinematic martial combat. Leon''s staff swept in elegant arcs while Vaerel''s sword danced like water flowing through cracks in stone. Their weapons rang in clean, crisp clashes¡ªuntil Vaerel shifted.

    He flowed.

    Each motion was so smooth, so exact, that even when Leon landed hits, they were glancing. Meanwhile, Vaerel''s strikes became cuts through intention¡ªdisrupting Leon''s balance at every pivot.

    Leon''s arms were bruised, his lip split, chest gashed.

    He fell to one knee, breath shallow.

    "You''re stronger than me," Leon admitted.

    "No," Vaerel whispered, raising his blade. "I am simply... clearer."

    Leon smiled.

    "Then I''ll clear the fog."

    He didn''t activate Shell Reverb... he became its echo.

    Leon''s body flowed like a wave. He remembered every mistake in the duel¡ªand made none of them again.

    Every feint he fell for? He answered it.

    Every slip in footing? Corrected.

    Every timing error? Reversed.

    Vaerel''s blade moved like a song¡ªbut Leon now knew the lyrics.

    Staff met steel, again and again, until¡ª

    CRACK!

    Vaerel''s blade shattered in half.

    He stood perfectly still as the hilt clattered to the ground.

    Leon stood opposite him, breathing hard, sweat mixing with blood.

    The duelist bowed deeply. "You cleared the path. The fog is gone."

    "Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 14 Defeated."

    As they walked away, Liliana glanced back at the arena.

    "He broke his sword... but he didn''t seem defeated."

    "He wasn''t," Leon murmured. "He just lost the duel."

    Roselia placed a hand on Leon''s back. "That was different... honest."

    Leon nodded. "And that''s why it was one of the hardest."

    The path from the Blade Garden narrowed into a single obsidian walkway, winding upward through swirling violet mist. At its end was not a battlefield¡ªat least, not in the conventional sense. It was a stage.

    The Rank 13 arena resembled a broken cathedral suspended in the void. Columns floated without foundation. Archways hung open to nothing. At the center, a circular platform of polished dusk-glass shimmered beneath a starlit sky. In its heart sat a massive, arcane harp¡ªstrung not with strings, but with threads of condensed void.

    And before it, seated cross-legged and blindfolded, was the champion.

    They were draped in black silks, thin as smoke, their skin glowing faintly with sigils etched in a language long dead.

    As Leon approached, his footfall echoed once¡ªand the harp trembled.

    The figure spoke, voice genderless and melodious.

    "You are noise."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "And you are silence?"

    "I am resonance," the Harpist said, rising. They raised both arms¡ªrevealing they had no hands, only stubs where arms ended in threads of voidlight. The harp responded to their will, and the entire cathedral began to hum.

    "This is not a duel. This is a song. Try not to be out of tune."

    The harp pulsed, and with the first vibration, reality warped.

    Leon''s footing slipped. Gravity twisted sideways. Sound became force¡ªeach note the Harpist played striking like a physical blow. A single minor chord knocked Leon flat on his back, rattling his skull.

    He rolled away as a rising arpeggio sliced through the air like a blade. Not magic. Not air pressure. Just... resonance made violence.

    Leon activated Shell Reverb, his body becoming a tuning fork.

    Shell Pulse: Echo of Origin ¨C 68% Synchronization.

    He began to hear the pattern behind the music.

    He dodged the next strike¡ªnot by seeing it, but by feeling the frequency shift.

    Still, it wasn''t enough.

 Chapter 346: Fighting XXIV

    Midway through the fight, the Harpist played a descending scale¡ªand Leon collapsed, hands over his ears, blood leaking from his nose.

    Memory Dive Triggered.

    The music forced him to relive every traumatic battle he''d ever fought.

    Xa''Roj''s phantom blade impaling his shoulder.

    Kragg''s hammer crunching his ribs.

    The Sovereign Mirror reflecting his doubts.

    His own scream echoed in his skull as the harp shrieked in a dissonant crescendo.

    But as the agony reached its peak¡ªLeon remembered.

    He was the conductor now.

    He focused his Shell Pulse inward¡ªusing Karmic Loop to redirect the resonance back at its source.

    The platform trembled. The cathedral cracked. The Harpist staggered, threads fluttering.

    Leon rose, bloodied but defiant.

    "Beautiful song," he rasped. "But I like to improvise."

    Leon raised his staff.

    From within him surged three colors:

    Aether Blood: Sharp and quick, slicing the dissonance.

    Destruction Core: Breaking the rhythm at its peak.

    Gold Magic: Reforging a new harmony atop the chaos.

    A final symphony played¡ªnot from the harp, but from Leon himself.

    A perfect counter-chord of internal strength.

    He struck the stage.

    The threads snapped.

    The harp screamed.

    The Void Harpist fell backward into silence.

    Silence returned. Not the silence of void¡ªbut of peace.

    Leon knelt, breathing hard, vision flickering. The cathedral shimmered and began to dissolve.

    [ Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 13 Defeated. ]

    The Harpist lay still, and then smiled. "You didn''t fight the song. You joined it."

    Leon offered a bow. "That''s how you end a performance."

    When Leon stepped onto the platform for Rank 12, he expected noise, fury, perhaps a monster of muscle or magic.

    What he found was silence¡ªand fog.

    This battlefield wasn''t forged of stone or obsidian, nor did it echo with the usual roar of the Obsidian crowd. It was a hollow void, a soundless expanse of grey mist that devoured all senses. Even the floor beneath Leon''s boots felt uncertain, shifting with every breath.

    Then came the voice¡ªnot spoken, but implanted, whispered directly into his mind.

    "Leon... Leon... What is Leon?"

    A shape began to materialize ahead. It had no face, no form. Just a swirl of cloaks stitched from whispers, shadows, and forgotten memories.

    "Name yourself, or be unmade."

    Leon tensed, gripping his staff.

    He activated Shell Reverb, stabilizing his senses as the mists reached for his mind. The ambient magic here didn''t strike physically¡ªit erased. His memories flickered. The sensation of his name, his form, his past blurred.

    Roselia. Milim. Roman. Liliana. Naval.

    The names slipped.

    [Mental Anchor Resistance: 32%.]

    He grounded himself through Shell Pulse and let Echo of Origin flare out, mapping his presence into the environment.

    Then, a figure lunged from the fog.

    Leon ducked instinctively as claws made of ink and shattered thought sliced across the mist. The creature had taken a vague, humanoid shape now, draped in robes made from unraveling languages.

    He countered with a Shell-enhanced strike to its chest¡ªbut his hand passed through.

    Not intangible. Not illusion. Absence.

    A thing that wasn''t ever meant to exist.

    Suddenly, Leon saw himself.

    A mirrored version, standing across the mist, wearing his clothes, holding his staff, speaking with his voice.

    "Why do you cling to a name?" it said. "You could become so much more, if you simply forgot who you were."

    The two Leons clashed. Strike for strike, spell for spell.

    Shell Reverb vs. Shell Reverb.

    Destruction vs. Destruction.

    Gold Magic vs. Gold Magic.

    But the enemy improved with each repetition, devouring Leon''s strategies and rewriting them.

    Bit by bit, Leon''s will began to crumble. His movements slowed. His memories bled.

    [Warning: Core Identity Stability dropping below 50%.]

    He was losing... not in body, but in soul.

    Then¡ªthrough the void¡ªcame a pulse.

    A single echo.

    Not from his spells, not from the fog, but from within.

    Leon closed his eyes.

    And remembered.

    He remembered falling into the Rift.

    He remembered Roman''s dry sarcasm. Roselia''s quiet strength. Milim''s cheerful chaos. Liliana''s loyalty. Naval''s steel.

    He remembered why he fought.

    He didn''t wield power because he wanted to be strong.

    He fought so others wouldn''t have to carry that burden alone.

    "My name..." Leon whispered.

    Shell Pulse surged, not with violence¡ªbut with truth.

    "...is Leon."

    The mirror self screamed. It fractured.

    Leon surged forward, his Shell Reverb layered with Karmic Loop and Absolute Return.

    One strike¡ª

    ¡ªimbued with every memory, every battle, every reason.

    He punched through the creature''s core.

    The fog collapsed. The false self scattered like ash.

    And standing in the ruins, was only Leon.

    Breathing. Remembering. Whole.

    [ Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 12 Defeated. ]

    The obsidian arena darkened unnaturally, as though the cosmos itself had leaned in closer. No torches. No flames. Only a distant, flickering celestial glow that pulsed like a dying heartbeat.

    Leon stood still as the glyphs of Rank 11 burned onto the arena floor, illuminating his path in gold.

    Above, something descended.

    Not falling.

    Drifting.

    Like light bleeding from a wound in the sky.

    A massive, winged figure cloaked in robes of torn starlight hovered down. Its form shimmered in and out of visibility. Eight jagged wings fanned behind it, twisted and broken. Its face was a mask¡ªporcelain white, cracked, with hollow eye sockets pouring out pale flames.

    "You stand before Seraphthorn, once a sentinel of the first firmament," the voice echoed¡ªnot aloud, but into every layer of Leon''s thoughts. "I burn so that the void may not. But I hunger. I hunger... for your light."

    The arena locked.

    The trial began.

    The first beam came faster than thought¡ªa spear of light that erased sound itself. Leon barely raised his staff in time, blocking the blast with a shimmer of Shell Pulse layered with Karmic Loop. He was flung back ten meters.

    Seraphthorn blurred forward¡ªits movement not physical but gravitational. It pulled reality around itself, causing ripples in space. It struck with open palms, and with every blow it drained not health or mana¡ªbut presence. Like it fed on Leon''s very capacity to exist.

    Leon pushed through.

    He weaved between those disintegrating strikes, using Echo of Origin to predict and redirect. He struck back with Gold Magic-laced blows, burning stardust through the being''s robes.

    But Seraphthorn only grew faster.

    Each light he expelled was devoured and used to fuel the next assault.

    "You shine," the Seraph whispered. "You remember. I hate that."

    Mid-fight, Seraphthorn''s wings extended fully, casting a dome of ethereal radiance that suppressed all external magic. Leon could no longer draw from Abyssal Mana, nor Destruction or Aether.

    Only his body and the Shell Pulse remained.

    His vision dimmed.

    [Warning: Identity Degradation 15%]

    [Shell Pulse Synchronization Required]

    He slammed his fists together, activating Absolute Return and Shell Reverb: Echo of Identity.

    Light met form.

    Leon became rhythm. Every breath, every heartbeat, every footstep fell into harmony with the Shell Pulse.

    He didn''t fight Seraphthorn''s hunger.

    He let it take pieces of him¡ªand then retaliated with those very echoes, forcing his name, his soul, his essence into every counterstrike.

    Blow for blow.

    Light for light.

    Until¡ª

 Chapter 347: Fighting XXV

    Enraged, Seraphthorn screamed, shedding its wings like burning feathers. It compressed into a spear of pure voidlight and launched at Leon.

    Leon planted his feet.

    His left hand pulsed with Destruction, right with Aether Blood, and his spine sang with Gold Magic.

    "Come," he whispered.

    At the moment of impact¡ª

    He thrust his staff forward and detonated his tri-core magic, channeling the destructive harmony through Karmic Loop and rebounding it through Shell Reverb into a single counterpulse:

    True Shell Pulse ¡ª Heaven-Breaker Echo.

    The sky cracked.

    The light vanished.

    Seraphthorn fragmented mid-flight, erupting into glimmering motes and sighing, "...thank you...", before vanishing entirely.

    Leon collapsed to one knee, panting, smoke rising from his arms. His body glowed faintly from the strain of his magic overload.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 11 Defeated.]

    [Shell Pulse Mastery: 92% ¡ú 94%]

    [Core Synergy Refined.]

    A memory sigil branded into the ground¡ªthis one brighter than the last.

    You have faced the light that devours and returned as one who kindles.

    Leon stood, blood trailing from his lips.

    "I''m still here."

    He turned his eyes toward the path ahead.

    Rank 10 ¡ª The Eternal Mendax

    The arena reassembled itself again¡ªbut not in stone or obsidian.

    It folded into a marble-floored cathedral under a sky of shifting colors. Floating spires turned in slow rhythm around a vast throne. Mirrors framed every pillar, every step, every breath. Reflections spun infinitely, showing Leon¡ªpast versions, future echoes, dying silhouettes, triumphant ones.

    A lone figure sat upon the throne, legs crossed, dressed in a suit of seamless silver. No armor, no weapons.

    Just a smile.

    A perfect, infuriating smile.

    "Leon," the figure said, voice like velvet wrapped in daggers. "Welcome. I am the Eternal Mendax. Truth is your weapon. And I¡ª" he stood, spreading arms wide, "¡ªam immune to it."

    The announcement boomed from nowhere:

    [Begin Trial: Deceiver of a Thousand Realms]

    Leon moved first.

    A golden spear of Shell Pulse-fused magic flashed across the space, aiming to end the fight early.

    It struck.

    Shattered the Mendax''s chest.

    And then...

    It shattered Leon.

    Blood sprayed from Leon''s torso. His body screamed. His attack had rebounded¡ªperfectly. It wasn''t a reflection.

    It was a rewrite.

    Mendax had made Leon believe he attacked¡ªbut he''d truly attacked himself.

    Leon gasped, reeling. "What..."

    "Every truth you declare fuels me," Mendax said calmly. "I borrow your intentions. Twist your instincts. The more you know yourself, the more I can wear you."

    Leon narrowed his eyes.

    Shell Reverb couldn''t read this opponent¡ªbecause every rhythm was inverted. Nothing moved in time. Every echo was falsified.

    Even reality.

    He tried again¡ªslowly, cautiously using Shell Pulse: Absolute Return to analyze the last second... but even his memories looped wrong. The Mirror Cathedral was distorting his soul-tether.

    Leon altered tactics.

    He stopped speaking.

    Stopped thinking forward.

    He allowed Karmic Loop to guide him based on pure intentionless momentum.

    For the first time in combat, he didn''t predict or retaliate¡ªhe simply moved like water, like breath.

    He took hits¡ªsome illusions, some real¡ªbut used Shell Reverb not to remember, but to create new definitions of truth within his motion.

    Slowly, his staff began to hum with alternate rhythms. Not reactions¡ªfabrications.

    He made up an echo that had never occurred.

    And it hit.

    Mendax reeled as a phantom blast tore through his shoulder.

    He grinned.

    "Lying back, are we? Delicious. But not enough."

    The cathedral shimmered, revealing the truth.

    The throne was never real.

    The sky wasn''t sky, but the back of Mendax''s skull¡ªthe entire arena had been his mind.

    Leon was fighting inside a lie.

    He had to escape belief itself.

    So he made one final move.

    He crushed his own core momentarily, disassembling Destruction, Aether Blood, and Gold Magic, feeding the raw streams into his staff without form or concept.

    He forged a new spell not based on control¡ªbut denial.

    A spell with no element. No intent. Just a nullifying paradox.

    He called it:

    Origin Pulse: Liebreaker.

    And he cast it.

    The spell hit Mendax not as damage¡ªbut as an undoing.

    Every lie that built his existence crumbled.

    Every illusion shattered.

    The cathedral imploded into infinite shards of false memories.

    Mendax looked at Leon with a faint smile, now flickering.

    "Your truth... was to forget yourself."

    He dissolved.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 10 Defeated.]

    [Shell Pulse Mastery: 94% ¡ú 95%]

    Roselia, watching from the scrying crystal in the waiting vault, whispered, "He''s bleeding from the soul..."

    Roman crossed his arms, tension still thick in his shoulders. "And yet... he still moves."

    Leon stood, swaying but upright.

    He looked up as the floor reformed into an ascension ring.

    Only nine challengers remained.

    Each one closer to Aeon Seraph of the Depths.

    The arena opened not to a structure, but to a graveyard beneath a sky frozen in dusk. Towering spires of bleached bone spiraled from the ground like jagged monuments, and the clouds above hung motionless, refusing to move.

    A wind blew ¡ª but only backward.

    Leon stepped onto the pale arena floor, and the ground beneath his feet cracked, not outward, but inward, like the earth itself was recoiling from him.

    Across from him, the next challenger stood silently. It wasn''t massive like Kragg or warped like Mendax.

    It was still.

    Ancient.

    A skeletal giant in black ceremonial wrappings, half of its face missing, with glassy time-runes embedded in its ribs and spine.

    Name: Zoth-Urran, Warden of Yesterday

    Title: Guardian of the Lost Epoch

    [Begin Trial: The Immutable Anchor]

    Leon made the first move again ¡ª a strike with compressed Shell Reverb energy aimed at the Warden''s skull.

    Zoth-Urran didn''t dodge.

    The moment Leon''s attack landed, time reversed for a flicker, and the attack never happened.

    The bones reassembled. The air unwound.

    Leon froze.

    "His time anchor..." he realized, "...is set one second in the past."

    Zoth-Urran raised one skeletal hand, and the entire graveyard shifted. Bones bent into a ritual circle around Leon, and the sky cracked like ice.

    Then¡ª

    The arena turned into a loop.

    Leon blinked ¡ª and realized the last five seconds had happened three times already.

    Zoth-Urran wasn''t just reversing time ¡ª he was building momentum with it.

    Each reversal added more force, more memory, more inevitability.

    Leon clenched his jaw. "No choice..."

 Chapter 348: Fighting XXVI

    Leon activated:

    Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo

    Karmic Loop: Advanced

    Absolute Return

    Instead of resisting the time shifts, Leon folded his echoes into them.

    Every time Zoth-Urran rewound a second, Leon''s Shell Reverb preserved that second''s motion, storing it outside of the time loop.

    The clash turned into a symphony of stacked momentum.

    Fist met bone, bone shattered then reformed.

    Staff met runes, runes bent then cracked.

    Zoth-Urran adapted ¡ª bones splitting into mirrored selves from different timelines, each attacking from a different version of now.

    Leon countered with an impossible spin, absorbing the triple-strike through Karmic Loop, and launched a spiraling triple-pulse uppercut.

    BOOM!

    The Warden''s ribcage exploded into splinters ¡ª only to reassemble again, slower this time.

    Leon was winning the rhythm.

    But then¡ª

    Zoth-Urran stopped moving.

    All at once.

    And the entire arena collapsed into a singularity.

    A moment in time, paused indefinitely.

    Leon couldn''t move. Couldn''t breathe.

    [Status Effect: Chrono-Lock. Duration: ¡Þ]

    His thoughts were trapped in an eternal instant.

    But...

    The Origin Pulse in his soul burned quietly. Steadily. It remembered what he could not.

    It whispered:

    "You are not memory. You are not future. You are presence."

    Leon activated his final core fusion.

    Destruction Core

    Aether Blood Core

    Gold Magic Core

    Abyss Magic: Sovereign Override

    And through their convergence, he forged one singular spell:

    Chrono-Null Lance: Yesterday''s End

    With all his energy, in that single timeless instant, he cast it directly into Zoth-Urran''s skull.

    There was no explosion.

    Only silence.

    The Warden''s bones fell apart like dust in reverse. Not shattered ¡ª unwritten.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 9 Defeated.]

    [New Skill Obtained: Temporal Immunity (Passive ¨C Lesser): Immune to forced temporal rewinds under Tier IX]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 96%]

    [You have resisted Chrono-Lock. Mental Resilience increased.]

    Leon fell to his knees, panting.

    Not from pain ¡ª from disconnect. His body was trying to reconcile time again.

    Roselia appeared from the spectator ring. She knelt beside him, brushing the dust from his shoulder. "You alright?"

    Leon smirked faintly. "Yeah. Just punched a god of time. Need a nap."

    Roman crossed his arms. "You don''t nap. You blackout."

    The arena shifted again.

    Only eight remained. And now... the ascension path led toward a throne of stone glass, flickering with illusions.

    Leon stood.

    "Next."

    The arena that formed next was unlike any Leon had faced. It wasn''t made of stone, bone, or even matter.

    It was thought.

    A vast cerebral garden stretched in all directions¡ªfields of blooming neurons, rivers of synaptic light, and skies that whispered fragments of memory. Every step Leon took triggered a flash of thought, a reflection, a whisper from his past.

    This was no ordinary battleground. This was a Mind Court¡ªa psychic arena designed to fracture resolve.

    At its center floated the next challenger.

    A humanoid figure, genderless and robed in a tapestry of thoughts¡ªshifting expressions, words, and emotions stitched across its body like living ink.

    Name: Vaer''Zhul the Dreambane

    Title: Sovereign of the Mindbloom Court

    Race: Unknown | Class: Empathic Architect

    Specialty: Mental Overwhelm, Psychic Severing, and Reality Distortion

    The instant the bell tolled, Vaer''Zhul raised a single hand, and reality rippled.

    Leon blinked¡ªand found himself in his childhood home.

    His mother was alive.

    Roman was smiling, younger.

    Liliana was laughing by a fireplace.

    It was perfect.

    Too perfect.

    Leon growled and clutched his head. "A dream trap..."

    He stabbed himself in the leg, the pain ripping him back into the psychic garden.

    Vaer''Zhul was waiting. Amused.

    "You didn''t want to stay in happiness?"

    Leon spat blood. "I didn''t earn it yet."

    Vaer''Zhul''s eyes glowed like collapsing stars. "Then earn your escape."

    What followed was not a fight of fists¡ªbut of identity.

    Vaer''Zhul attacked Leon with weapons made of emotion¡ªgrief forged into blades, regret turned into whips, and fear molded into chains.

    Leon fought back with Shell Reverb¡ªnot just his body, but his will.

    His mastery of Karmic Loop and Absolute Return allowed him to store emotional feedback from Vaer''Zhul''s attacks, returning despair with defiance, agony with clarity.

    But each returned attack made Vaer''Zhul evolve.

    He was a psychic architect¡ªlearning from Leon''s responses and reshaping his mindscape accordingly.

    Soon, Vaer''Zhul created dozens of mental clones of Leon, each with different flaws¡ªarrogance, doubt, wrath, apathy.

    They attacked together.

    Leon found himself fighting his own broken reflections.

    For every punch he threw, another version countered him.

    For every scream, the echoes multiplied.

    Leon collapsed to one knee, blood pouring from his ears. His vision warped¡ªreal and unreal were blending.

    Roselia''s voice echoed from the illusion.

    "Leon..."

    But she wasn''t real.

    He slammed his fist into the ground.

    And drew on the only anchor left¡ªOrigin Pulse.

    "ENOUGH!" he roared, unleashing Origin Pulse: Echo of Self, stabilizing his consciousness through a single unwavering truth:

    "I am Leon. And I do not bow to borrowed peace or false pain."

    His aura ignited¡ªShell Reverb surged to 92% mastery. Tripart Echo pulsed in three-fold rhythm.

    Then came the convergence:

    Shell Pulse: Absolute Return

    Aether Blood Flow: Accelerated Mindstream

    Destruction Core: Synaptic Shatter

    Gold Magic: Mental Ward Halo

    He struck the dream clones one by one¡ªnot with power, but with clarity. Each blow dismantled an illusion. Each step reasserted reality.

    Finally, he reached Vaer''Zhul.

    "You''ve seen my doubts," Leon growled, "Now feel my truth."

    He drove his fist, glowing with Shell Reverb and Origin Pulse, into Vaer''Zhul''s core.

    The Sovereign shattered.

    Not violently¡ªbut peacefully. Like a lie letting go.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 8 Defeated.]

    [Skill Obtained: Mental Ward (Passive): Reduces effects of illusion and mental interference by 50%.]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 94% ¡ú 96%]

    [Origin Pulse: Harmonization Level Increased.]

    Leon fell to the dream grass, panting.

    This time, it was Roselia''s real hand that touched his.

    "You''re still you," she said softly.

    He nodded. "Barely."

    Roman offered a hand. "Next?"

    Leon stood.

    And faced the arena''s growing light.

    Only seven remained.

    As the mental echoes faded, Leon stepped into a vast, flooded cavern.

    Unlike previous arenas, this one had no solid ground.

    A dark ocean spread endlessly, with occasional floating platforms of sunken stone and coral. The water didn''t move naturally¡ªit pulsed with a heartbeat, as though the arena itself were alive.

    Above them hung no ceiling¡ªjust a skyless, suffocating void filled with drifting bones and luminous jellyfish.

    "Underwater?" Naval muttered from the viewing ledge. "No... worse. Null-pressure subspace. You can''t breathe, cast, or even think clearly."

    Roselia held her breath, watching Leon drift weightlessly onto the arena''s central platform, his boots sticking to the runed stone by his Shell Pulse tension alone.

    Then the sea split.

    And from the depths emerged a monstrous figure¡ªpart leviathan, part centipede, cloaked in ever-churning vapors and stitched with obsidian armor.

    Name: Vael''Kriss, Wyrmarch of the Breathless Depths

    Type: Depthborn Tyrant

    Specialty: Pressure Field Combat, Anti-Magic Zones, Bone-Borne Tidal Manipulation

 Chapter 349: Fighting XXVII

    Vael''Kriss did not rush. It simply moved¡ªand pressure changed.

    A crushing weight slammed into Leon from every direction. Not a spell. Not a skill. Just pure environmental dominance.

    Leon''s breath seized in his lungs. His blood slowed. Even Shell Pulse felt... lagged.

    He grounded himself using Karmic Loop, channeling his tension outward to reinforce his bone structure and breathing with deliberate cadence.

    The Wyrmarch circled, creating whirlpools of bone and vapor.

    Then it struck.

    A tendril of compressed seawater, sharper than a blade, whipped toward Leon. He blocked using Shell Reverb¡ªbut the moment the force was stored, Vael''Kriss dissolved into mist, denying him the opportunity to return it.

    "That''s new," Leon hissed, adjusting his stance.

    Vael''Kriss dove back in, now attacking in pulses¡ªappearing at random vectors around Leon, striking with limbs and pressure claws.

    Leon couldn''t rely on brute counters anymore.

    He shifted strategy¡ªTripart Echo split his movements into phased timings, dodging in three patterns at once. The first got hit, the second absorbed, and the third retaliated.

    Bit by bit, he broke Vael''Kriss''s rhythm.

    A clean strike landed¡ªshattering a section of the Wyrmarch''s armored carapace.

    But the retaliation was vicious.

    The arena surged into a full tide inversion¡ªLeon was hurled against coral-razor walls, blood bursting from his shoulder as his Shell Pulse fractured under extreme overload.

    He gasped.

    "Too slow..."

    Leon''s skin split. His right eye bled black.

    He touched his chest. The Convergence Core hummed.

    "I didn''t want to use this yet..."

    But the Wyrmarch was already descending again, conjuring a sphere of null-magic. A prison of void.

    Leon whispered.

    "Activate Origin Sync."

    Flames of three colors exploded from his body¡ªDestruction red, Aether blue, Gold light¡ªconverging into a tri-circular seal beneath him.

    He raised both hands.

    "Destruction Pulse: Shatter the Veil!"

    The ocean boiled.

    The prison cracked.

    Vael''Kriss reared back¡ªbut it was too late.

    Leon''s staff formed from the core itself, his eyes lit with Origin Drive.

    He stepped into the Wyrmarch''s charge¡ªdodged using Shell Reverb¡ªand planted the staff into Vael''Kriss''s throat.

    Boom.

    Aether Blood surged into the bone structure.

    Boom.

    Gold Magic sealed its mist-body.

    Boom.

    Destruction ruptured its pressure control.

    The tyrant screamed¡ªa roar that shattered the soundless sea.

    And then it imploded.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 7 Defeated.]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 96% ¡ú 97.2%]

    [Core Magic Synchronization: Stable]

    [Abyssal Mana Integration: 12%]

    Leon fell to one knee, gasping. His body was scorched from within, but he was still standing.

    Milim whistled. "That thing almost broke you."

    Roselia ran to his side, helping him up. "It wasn''t just physical. That thing... tried to erase your sense of self."

    Leon nodded. "And almost succeeded."

    Roman handed him a cloth. "Don''t worry. You''re still ugly enough to be you."

    They laughed softly.

    But all eyes turned forward.

    Six more.

    And the next presence on the horizon...

    felt ancient.

    The arena this time wasn''t built.

    It was grown.

    As Leon stepped through the obsidian archway, he emerged into a surreal cathedral¡ªa dome of pulsating flesh and translucent crystal, its surfaces humming with unnatural resonance. The walls wept light. Every step he took sounded not like a footfall, but like a memory screaming to be remembered.

    Roselia''s voice came softly through the whisper stone.

    "Leon... this arena''s called the Memorium Chamber. The Elder said it reflects echoes of those who enter. Be careful¡ªit won''t just fight your body."

    Leon gave a single nod.

    Then the chamber trembled, and the rank 6 champion rose¡ªFleshglass Echo, a being of mirrored nerves and shifting form. Its body constantly restructured itself to resemble Leon in various past states¡ªbroken, furious, triumphant, grieving.

    It was him. All of him.

    Fleshglass Echo attacked with a mimicry that bordered on cruelty. It struck with Leon''s old techniques¡ªTier II Shell Pulse, old Destruction spells, even Tripart Echo, but imperfectly, corrupted by the Mirror Core that formed its spine.

    Leon countered with exact precision, recognizing his own patterns.

    Until the mimic grew faster.

    Then it switched form¡ªbecoming Leon from his worst memory. The day he lost Roman, briefly, during a failed Tandav invocation. Bloodied, desperate, half-mad.

    It screamed¡ªnot words, but thoughts.

    "I failed¡ªI let him die¡ª"

    Leon gritted his teeth. "You''re not me."

    He activated Karmic Loop, turned a deflected blow into momentum, and drove a boot into the creature''s neck. The arena flared red with tension.

    [Shell Pulse Mastery: 97.2% ¡ú 97.8%]

    Fleshglass changed again.

    Now it was Leon in World Destroying Berserker form¡ªunstable, veined with abyssal mana, his eyes mad with divinity.

    Leon hesitated. He remembered this version. The one that almost killed everyone.

    The echo whispered:

    "I''m your truth. You''ll always become me."

    "Maybe," Leon growled, "but not today."

    He summoned his core magics in tandem:

    Gold Magic surged around him as concentric orbits of runes.

    Aether Blood turned his strikes into accelerants.

    Destruction built in pulses beneath his skin.

    They clashed midair¡ªLeon vs. his Berserker self¡ªand the arena screamed under the strain. Shell Reverb absorbed blast after blast. Blood and fragments of memory scattered across the glowing walls.

    Leon feinted right, planted his heel, and launched Shatter Echo, his most evolved Shell technique.

    The impact cracked the Mirror Core.

    The echo paused.

    Leon stepped forward, staff ablaze.

    "Let me show you what I have become."

    Leon gathered all his previous echoes¡ªeach stored kinetic trace, each fragment of pain.

    And then¡ªreturned it all at once.

    "ABSOLUTE RETURN: CLOSED CIRCUIT."

    A wave of pure retaliatory force exploded from his staff in perfect spiral motion, crashing into Fleshglass Echo and shattering its mirrored body into a thousand glowing fragments.

    Silence.

    And then¡ª

    [Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 6 Defeated.]

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 98.6%]

    [Core Conduction Efficiency: 91%]

    Leon dropped to one knee, panting, blood dripping from his mouth. "That was... too close."

    Milim and Liliana raced to his side.

    Roselia pressed a hand to his back, her voice trembling. "You were fighting yourself the whole time. And you still won."

    Leon whispered back, "That''s what the last floors are, aren''t they...? They''re not trials of strength anymore."

    Roman stepped in, solemn. "They''re trials of identity."

    They all looked toward the glowing doorway beyond the ruined chamber.

    Only five more.

    And now, Leon''s greatest battle was no longer just survival¡ª

    It was remaining himself.

 Chapter 350: Fighting XXXVIII

    As Leon passed through the gate to the next chamber, his breath caught.

    This arena was unlike any before¡ªa titanic amphitheater carved from harmonic crystal and vibrating obsidian. Sonic rings hovered in the air like ghostly instruments, each humming in anticipation. The very air pulsed with tension.

    "Leon," Roselia whispered through the whisper stone, "this floor has a name... the Resonant Crucible. It was sealed centuries ago. The champion here doesn''t use fists or flame¡ªhe uses sound. Pure, weaponized resonance."

    Leon slowly stepped into the arena''s center, tightening the bindings on his arms and shoulders.

    "Let him try," he said softly. "I''ll just echo back louder."

    From above, a roar of layered voices filled the coliseum¡ªmale, female, mechanical, divine.

    And then descended the Rank 5 champion: Voxian, the Sound Tyrant.

    A tall, gaunt figure cloaked in jagged scales of sonocrystal, his face concealed beneath a mask of tuning forks and pitch-warped lenses. Six floating resonators orbited him like moons.

    He raised one hand, and the arena shattered into song.

    The opening attack was invisible.

    A shockwave of compressed aria struck Leon from three directions simultaneously¡ªno light, no wind, just impact. He staggered, nearly vomiting as his eardrums pulsed and his balance disintegrated.

    "Tch¡ªSound warping gravity?"

    Leon surged forward using Shell Pulse to stabilize his footing mid-stagger. His first strike missed¡ªbut the Shell Reverb collected the sonic displacement and returned it in a brutal counterpunch.

    The arena sang in return, harmonizing pain into power.

    [Shell Pulse: Reverb Return Successful.]

    But Voxian never stopped moving. He darted across the crystalline skywalks using tone as propulsion¡ªevery movement was a modulation. With a sweep of his hand, dozens of harmonic blades erupted from the walls and slashed at Leon in oscillating patterns.

    Blood streamed down Leon''s arms.

    He smiled.

    "Then I''ll beat you at your own rhythm."

    Leon unleashed Echo of Origin.

    His body glowed silver-blue, wrapped in the phantom outline of his past strikes. Every movement now had a mirrored rhythm¡ªa strike, followed milliseconds later by its echoed twin.

    He clashed with Voxian in a dazzling midair ballet, blow for blow, sound versus substance.

    Voxian roared with what sounded like a choir screaming in reverse. His resonators shattered and reformed into a spear of silence, one that tore through magic and memory alike.

    Leon ducked. Rolled. Got stabbed through the shoulder.

    "Agh¡ª!"

    But Shell Reverb didn''t just reflect force¡ªit stored it.

    Leon grabbed the spear with his wound, blood coating the shaft, and channeled Absolute Return directly through it.

    Boom!

    The silence shattered, and Voxian was hurled backward into a vibrating wall.

    [Shell Reverb Mastery: 99.2%]

    Leon coughed blood, gasping. His body was at its limit.

    "One more... movement."

    Voxian rose, broken but blazing. His mask cracked, revealing a mouth stitched with glowing strings. He inhaled.

    Leon''s eyes widened.

    "He''s going to unleash... a Final Crescendo. One note. One sound. Everything ends."

    The air vibrated with apocalyptic tension.

    Leon planted his feet.

    Closed his eyes.

    And summoned every aspect of himself:

    Shell Pulse.

    Aether Blood.

    Golden Conduction.

    Destruction Mana.

    Abyssal Sync.

    The ground beneath him warped.

    His body glowed with Layered Echoforms.

    And just as Voxian unleashed the world-ending Crescendo¡ª

    Leon struck.

    "Tripart Echo: Trinity Shatter."

    Three strikes landed:

    First: Past (stored pain).

    Second: Present (raw force).

    Third: Future (destructive intent).

    The collision split the entire arena in half.

    Silence followed.

    Then the announcement:

    [Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 5 Defeated.]

    Leon collapsed to one knee.

    His ears bled. His nose was broken. His voice... gone.

    But he was smiling.

    The world had tried to scream him out of existence.

    He''d answered with an echo.

    And won.

    Leon sat on the fractured edge of the crystalline platform, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving. His body felt like a cracked tuning fork¡ªvibrating with leftover resonance, pulsing from every tendon, every bone. The aftermath of Voxian''s soundstorm still lingered in his nerves like a phantom hum.

    His team rushed in seconds later. Roselia reached him first, dropping to her knees beside him, her hand instantly glowing with healing magic.

    "Leon! Say something!"

    He opened his mouth... but only breath came out. Not a whisper. Not a word.

    Roman frowned, eyes narrowing. "His voice is gone."

    Liliana scanned the field. "Residual vibration trauma. His vocal cords were severed mid-resonance. He shouldn''t have survived that final note."

    Milim grinned, crouching beside him. "Told ya you''d get addicted to punching things. Now look at you¡ªbeaten into a mute warrior poet."

    Leon chuckled soundlessly, blood still running down from his nose and ears. He raised a trembling thumb.

    Naval was quiet, unusually so. "That was Rank Five. Only four remain."

    Leon, still kneeling, reached for the reward crystal embedded in the platform''s center. It pulsed with a deep amber glow, offering more than just power. His fingers brushed it¡ª

    [You have obtained: Harmonic Soulcore.]

    A fragment of the Sound Tyrant''s inner soul. Can be fused to your Shell Pulse framework to enhance resonance-based combat and sensory precision.

    He stared at the message, eyes sharp despite the ruin of his body.

    He slowly stood, unsteady, but standing.

    And as he did, an obsidian-robed elder Ant stepped into the arena''s perimeter. Unlike the other observers, this one carried no weapon, no title plate. Only a staff made of pure tonal crystal.

    "Leon of the Above," the elder said, his voice carrying effortlessly through the amphitheater. "You do not fight like a warrior. You fight like a conductor... a wielder of symphonies composed in blood and defiance."

    Leon inclined his head.

    The elder raised his hand¡ªand a scroll floated toward Leon. It was ancient, sealed with six different sigils of sound and motion.

    "The Shell Pulse... is incomplete within you. But now, you are ready to learn its fifth expression: The Reverse Loop."

    Everyone froze.

    Even Roselia blinked. "Wait. There''s a fifth?"

    The elder nodded solemnly. "It is the final chord¡ªan echo that loops not only through battle, but through consequence. Learn it, and you''ll not only counter force... you''ll rewrite outcome. But beware: this power touches the fabric of fate itself."

    Leon took the scroll and gripped it tight, eyes burning with fire even through the silence.

 Chapter 351 351: Fighting XXXIX

    The chamber was silent, save for the faint crystalline hum of recovery sigils etched into the obsidian walls. Leon lay in stillness, body immersed in a stasis cocoon of golden light¡ªa field constructed by Roselia and Liliana''s combined healing magic. His body, despite surviving Voxian''s harmonic onslaught, had microfractures in nearly every bone. Shell Reverb had sustained him. But it was Absolute Return that had brought him victory.

    Now, he had to survive the aftermath.

    Milim paced like a caged storm. "This is the third time in a week he''s walked out of that ring half-dead. What happens when his shell doesn''t reverb back?"

    Naval stood by the corner, sharpening her spear. "That''s why he''s learning the Fifth Layer. Karmic Loop isn''t about just reflecting damage¡ªit''s reconstructive combat. Turning consequence into counterweight."

    Roman, seated beside Leon, nodded grimly. "But if he''s not ready, it''ll rebound on him instead. Rewriting fate isn''t just dangerous¡ªit''s destructive."

    Suddenly, Leon''s eyes fluttered open. The golden stasis faded like morning mist.

    He sat up.

    "Back from the abyss?" Roselia asked gently, placing a hand on his shoulder.

    Leon stood. Not limping. Not wavering.

    Conducting fate requires no pity.

    He turned to the team. "We finish this. Four ranks remain."

    Roselia raised her brow. "You just got out of the cocoon."

    "I''m not stepping back in," Leon said. "From now on, I''m not just surviving. I''m rewriting."

    Milim cracked her knuckles. "So what''s next? Rank Four?"

    Naval interjected. "No. Rank Thirty-Four. You''re not jumping straight from a recovery coma into the final rounds."

    Leon smirked. "Fair enough."

    As they walked out of the chamber, the arena''s inner sanctum lit up with a signal:

    ARENA TRANSFORMATION: HALL OF THE UNREAL

    The obsidian walls shifted, melting away to reveal an endless void lit by dreaming stars. A translucent floor of polished black glass reflected not just one''s body¡ªbut one''s past, fears, and forgotten regrets.

    Leon stepped onto the field. His reflection twisted, showing flashes of battles fought, comrades lost, and echoes of power barely controlled.

    Across from him floated Vaer''Zhul¡ªthe Dreambane.

    He did not walk. He glided. Dressed in layered silk woven from thought itself, his insectoid form was tall, gaunt, and crowned by a circlet of crystallized insomnia.

    "You carry far too much weight for one so young," Vaer''Zhul said, his voice a melody from beneath a pillow of dread. "Let me unburden you... in eternal sleep."

    A bell toll rang.

    BEGIN.

    Leon moved in instantly, Shell Pulse flaring with Karmic Loop. But before he could strike¡ª

    Reality fractured.

    His vision doubled¡ªno, tripled. The floor twisted. Suddenly, he was reliving the first time he fought Kragg. The feeling of the first broken rib. The moment of doubt.

    Vaer''Zhul''s voice echoed inside his skull.

    "Sleep is memory unguarded. Let me show you all the moments you were weak."

    Leon roared¡ªactivating Absolute Return.

    A blast of momentum shattered the hallucination. His own fear, reversed and ejected as kinetic backlash.

    He charged¡ªfist glowing with gold magic.

    It landed.

    Vaer''Zhul grunted¡ªbut did not fall. Instead, his body dissolved into dream mist.

    A thousand Vaer''Zhuls appeared.

    All around Leon.

    Each whispering truths he refused to face:

    "You couldn''t save Roman that day¡ªremember?"

    "Milim was nearly consumed by the Void because you pushed ahead."

    "How many more will fall before you learn?"

    Leon clenched his teeth. The arena wasn''t physical now¡ªit was emotional warfare.

    His Shell Reverb flickered. Pain signals became distorted, delayed.

    He collapsed to one knee.

    "Not again," he whispered. "Not this time."

    He activated Karmic Loop.

    And time wound back¡ªone full second.

    He dodged the incoming lance of dreamfire.

    Now gritting his teeth, Leon summoned the staff forged in the Eclipse Chamber. He called upon the abyss.

    Destruction. Aether Blood. Gold Magic. All merged.

    A spear of prismatic ruin formed in his hand.

    "You show me my dreams. I''ll show you my will."

    Leon hurled it¡ªstraight through the field of illusions.

    Only one Vaer''Zhul screamed.

    As the Dreambane reeled, Leon rushed him, using Tripart Echo to split his momentum into three mirrored strikes¡ªone in the present, one drawn from past kinetic data, and one from potential future motion.

    The arena cracked.

    The illusions shattered.

    Vaer''Zhul gasped, eyes wide for the first time.

    "I... see now... why you ascend..."

    Leon''s final blow¡ªa fusion of Destruction and Gold Magic¡ªdrove him into the arena floor.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon]

    Leon exhaled.

    His nose bled. His heartbeat was erratic. But his mind was still his own.

    Milim was first to enter the ring, pulling him into a shoulder-check. "You okay?"

    "No," Leon muttered, "but I won."

    Naval crossed her arms, smirking. "Then rest. You''ve earned it."

    Roselia helped him up. "And next time... don''t fight a dream god alone without warning us."

    Leon just grinned. "Where''s the fun in that?"

    THE BLACK TEMPLE FLOOR ¨C ARENA OF WEIGHTLESS CHAOS

    Unlike other rings, this one floated in void suspension¡ªa vast sphere of semi-gravity, with falling platforms and unstable traction. The runes here did not suppress mana¡ªthey enhanced inertia, making every movement ten times more impactful.

    Leon arrived at the platform''s heart.

    Waiting across from him was a massive obsidian warrior, his body not insectoid, but a hybrid: part Ant, part monolith, part abyss-forged relic.

    Nyz''zoth, Rank 3, stood over nine feet tall. His arms were tattooed with sigils etched in living gravity. He said nothing. His breath alone rippled the arena.

    The Elder Announcer''s voice echoed.

    "Only three stand above him. Defeat him¡ªand you are worthy of the Triumvirate Ring."

    BEGIN.

    Nyz''zoth charged with speed unfitting his size. Each footstep collapsed the platforms beneath him.

    Leon moved too¡ªbut something was wrong.

    Gravity surged.

    He stumbled.

    Boom!

    A palm strike from Nyz''zoth sent him careening into a broken platform chunk, splintering it. His ribs cracked. Blood sprayed from his mouth.

    "He''s distorting mass locally!" Leon coughed, rebounding using Shell Pulse: Tripart Echo. A mirror punch followed¡ªtwo temporal shadows slamming into Nyz''zoth''s thigh.

    It barely slowed him.

    "Destruction Core: Spiral Rend!"

    Leon fired a swirling lance of black-red force. Nyz''zoth caught it mid-air and crushed it with one hand.

    He spoke, finally. "If you must transcend, you must bear the weight of all things."

    He raised both fists and slammed them down.

    Null Cycle activated.

    Gravity inverted. Leon was dragged upward while Nyz''zoth launched himself down¡ªsmashing Leon into the floating debris.

 Chapter 352 352: Fighting XL

    Through the haze of pain, Leon channeled the stored kinetic data.

    He pulsed once¡ª

    Then again¡ª

    And launched back up with the force of every strike he had endured, smashing into Nyz''zoth''s torso with a triple rebound strike.

    The colossus grunted, and for the first time, stepped back.

    Leon gasped, hands trembling.

    "Karmic Loop," he whispered.

    Time recoiled one heartbeat.

    Leon dodged a follow-up strike he hadn''t even seen before.

    Sixfold Ripple activated.

    Nyz''zoth began moving at multiple speeds, fragments of himself attacking from six mirrored timelines.

    Leon used Echo of Origin¡ªhis Shell Pulse now controlling combat tempo.

    Aether blood shimmered. He shifted his stance and let his will conduct the rhythm of the six assaults.

    One block. Two deflections. A jump. A counter.

    And then¡ªhe was inside Nyz''zoth''s guard.

    "Gold Magic¡ªPierce Entropy!"

    He slammed a glowing spear into Nyz''zoth''s sternum.

    A fracture split open, glowing gold and white.

    Roaring, Nyz''zoth activated his final trait: "Mass Without Limit."

    Gravity ruptured. Even light bent.

    Leon dropped to one knee¡ªhis lungs crushed by pressure.

    But he reached within. Past the Shell. Past the Core.

    He drew from the Abyss Leech King''s gift. And the God-Crystal of Solarum.

    "Void King''s Flare."

    The darkness answered.

    A halo of Abyssal fire wrapped around him. His staff expanded into a trident of collapsing magic: Destruction, Gold, and Aether interwoven by Origin Mana.

    He threw it with a howl¡ª

    Spear of Last Light.

    It pierced Nyz''zoth clean through.

    Silence.

    Then¡ª*

    Collapse.

    Nyz''zoth fell.

    [Victory: Challenger Leon ¨C Rank 3 Defeated]

    [Shell Pulse: Echo of Origin ¨C Mastery Increased: 93%]

    [Body Force Insight Gained: Void-Tether Stabilization Technique]

    Leon fell to one knee.

    His vision swam. Blood pooled beneath him.

    Milim and Roselia rushed to the platform.

    Roman just muttered, "That wasn''t a fight... that was a goddamn collision of laws."

    Leon coughed out a laugh.

    "Two more to go..."

    Next Challenge Unlocked: Rank 2 ¨C The Cradle Crowned.

    But first... he needed to survive.

    The aftermath was raw, breathless, and heavy with silence.

    The void-arena crumbled gently into fragments of floating obsidian as stabilizing glyphs pulsed, catching Leon and lowering him toward the central platform. His skin was charred in places from overuse of Abyss magic, his knuckles split, and his aura¡ªa once-glorious storm¡ªnow flickered like the last embers of a dying star.

    Roselia reached him first, sliding to her knees and cradling his face. "You''re burning up," she whispered.

    Leon chuckled weakly. "That... might be the Abyss eating me alive."

    "Not funny."

    Naval and Roman flanked them, readying potions and recovery runes, while Milim stood behind, arms crossed, expression strangely still.

    "It''s confirmed," Roman said. "Rank 3 has fallen. That means only two left."

    Leon gave a faint nod, eyes fluttering. "Nyz''zoth... was a mountain. Not a warrior. Every time I hit him, it felt like I was fighting the concept of gravity itself."

    "And you survived," Roselia said softly. "Barely."

    Milim knelt down and finally spoke. "That technique at the end... ''Spear of Last Light''¡ªwas that a hybrid cast?"

    Leon nodded, his voice hoarse. "Yeah... mixed Destruction Core, Aether streamlining, and Gold collapse threading. Held it together with Origin. Burned through half my reserves and probably my soul''s warranty."

    Roselia whispered, "Then stop. Rest. Let this be the peak."

    But Leon''s eyes remained fixed forward.

    "No," he said. "There''s still Rank 2. The Cradle Crowned. And beyond that..."

    He didn''t finish the sentence. He didn''t have to. They all knew.

    The Rank 1 Champion. The Arena Sovereign. The Pinnacle of the Obsidian Ant Domain.

    Milim finally cracked a grin. "Well, if you''re not gonna quit... then at least do us a favor and don''t die next time."

    Leon leaned his head back onto Roselia''s lap, eyes staring at the swirling runes above.

    "Let me rest tonight," he murmured. "Because tomorrow... I tear open the sky again."

    The monastery''s walls whispered. Not with wind, nor spirits, but with the memory of warriors past. Its obsidian towers rose into the silence of the deep cavern sky, glowing faintly from within¡ªalive, just as the arena had been.

    Leon stood at the edge of the obsidian cliff, overlooking the violet abyss that cradled the Monastery. His breath steamed gently, not from cold, but from residual mana bleed. His body was wrapped in ritual bandages laced with silverfire balm. Every movement ached. Every heartbeat reminded him of the price paid.

    Behind him, the Elder approached.

    "Only two remain," the ant-sage said. "And yet the final battle may consume more than your strength¡ªit may demand your memory, your origin, and your tether to this self."

    Leon didn''t turn. "The Cradle Crowned... what is it?"

    "A living dream," the elder replied. "It is not born of flesh or stone, but of legacy. The embodiment of every Obsidian Ant warrior who fell below Rank 2¡ªcrushed, broken, or forgotten. Their pain... their regret... all coalesced. It fights to reclaim its purpose."

    Leon said nothing for a moment, then asked, "And the Rank 1?"

    The elder bowed his head. "The Sovereign. The Last Queen. Not just a warrior, but the source of our shell and silence. She was once our prophecy."

    Leon nodded slowly. "So... what you''re saying is... I''ll be fighting against legacy, and then against destiny."

    "Correct," the elder said. "And that is why I came."

    He placed something small and heavy in Leon''s palm¡ªa shard of translucent obsidian pulsing with faint red light.

    [You have acquired: Shell Pulse Core Fragment ¨C Harmonic Type]

    This item allows resonance tuning to 4th Layer Echoes: Origin Reverb, Karmic Loop, and Echo of Silence.

    "I thought there were only three echoes..." Leon murmured.

    "There were. Until you. You have reached 93% Shell Reverb Mastery. With this shard, the resonance loop completes¡ªyou may glimpse the Fifth Pulse."

    Leon''s fingers closed around it. "What is it called?"

    The elder leaned forward.

    Roselia, Naval, and Liliana sat outside the chamber as it pulsed with light and shockwaves. Each strike was quiet, contained¡ªbut the air around it changed, tasted of ozone and history.

    Roman looked up. "He''s close. I can feel the threads snapping."

    Milim stood, her eyes narrowed. "He''s preparing to kill something that doesn''t want to die."

    Inside, Leon stood alone. The shard fused into his spine. Energy rippled around his limbs.

    He spoke to no one. Yet his words were meant for everything.

    "Tomorrow... I fight the dreams of the fallen."

 Chapter 353: Fighting LI

    The arena was silent. Not because the audience was absent¡ªbut because of the sheer tension that hung in the air. Rank 2 wasn''t a fight. It was a reckoning.

    Leon stepped onto the obsidian stage, armored only in layered cloth reinforced with mana threads, his breathing calm and measured. His muscles ached faintly from the previous battle, but his mind was sharp. His Shell Reverb had reached 93% mastery. The Shell Pulse Core Fragment embedded in his palm pulsed softly, syncing with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

    Then the earth split.

    Out from a rift of blackened stone emerged a being wrapped in soot-colored armor, its shell rippling with hardened scars of molten glass and crystallized mana. Its name¡ªRhaz-Vorr, the Titanbane. A war hero of the Ants, now turned into their executioner for challengers bold enough to reach the penultimate rank.

    Rhaz-Vorr didn''t speak. It simply slammed one of its twin hammers onto the ground.

    The arena shifted.

    Black sand rose from the obsidian, swirling into a storm around them. The barrier locked. There would be no interruption. No mercy.

    Leon gripped his staff loosely, feet braced, Shell Reverb already active.

    Rhaz-Vorr moved first.

    Like a living avalanche, it shot forward. The ground beneath its feet cracked with each stomp. Leon side-stepped, but the hammer came around¡ªnot with brute force, but with practiced, calculated movement. The head of it caught Leon''s staff mid-spin and sent him skidding across the arena wall.

    Leon exhaled, adjusted, and launched forward again. He ducked a hammer swing and slammed his palm into Rhaz-Vorr''s side, releasing Shell Reverb''s stored impact from the last hit.

    A shockwave blew dust across the field¡ªbut Rhaz-Vorr barely moved.

    It grabbed Leon by the wrist and hurled him through the air like a ragdoll. Leon bounced twice before coming to a stop near the edge of the platform.

    [Shell Reverb Kinetic Absorption: Partial - 40% Force Recycle Triggered.]

    Leon rolled back onto his feet, pain shooting through his shoulder. But he was smiling now. "So... you''re not just muscle."

    Rhaz-Vorr pounded both hammers together, and the air ignited in sparks. It activated something¡ªa latent body art that caused its joints to swell and glow with inner flame.

    Leon charged in again, staff dancing, footwork tighter this time. The rhythm of battle settled into his bones. He used every Shell Pulse layer he had¡ªAbsolute Return to reverse momentum, Echo of Origin to predict angles, and Karmic Loop to delay the recoil.

    They exchanged blows that dented the arena floor. Leon was grazed along the ribs, his skin bruising under the impact. Rhaz-Vorr took a direct strike to the leg and stumbled for the first time. The audience erupted in a thousand trills and screeches.

    But Rhaz-Vorr adapted.

    The next wave of its assault abandoned the two-hammer style. It dropped one and pulled out a chained weight that it spun overhead like a meteor.

    Leon narrowly dodged the first pass¡ªbut the second wrapped around his left arm, and Rhaz-Vorr yanked.

    He went flying¡ªagain.

    Leon''s back hit the edge of the barrier, ribs fracturing. His vision blurred, but he forced it clear. He clenched his jaw and raised his hand.

    Origin Magic sparked.

    Gold, Aether, and Destruction converged. His staff transformed¡ªits surface glowing with abyssal glyphs as the leech-king''s gift activated. Abyss Mana spread along his arms, stabilizing his wounds.

    "Time to stop holding back," Leon muttered.

    This time, when he launched forward, he didn''t aim to trade blows¡ªhe aimed to break rhythm.

    He teleported short distances using Void Blink, catching Rhaz-Vorr off-guard and landing a blow to the midsection.

    Rhaz-Vorr retaliated with a hammer uppercut¡ªLeon took it on purpose and then used Shell Reverb: Absolute Return to triple the force back into Rhaz''s exposed chin.

    Crack.

    A piece of Rhaz-Vorr''s helmet chipped off.

    They were both panting now. One final clash.

    Leon raised his staff. The air bent around him. Five golden spears formed behind his back, swirling with destruction, light, and blood magic.

    Rhaz-Vorr spun its hammer and charged.

    The spears fired.

    Boom.

    An explosion of mana blinded the arena.

    When the dust cleared, both figures were on one knee¡ªbloodied, exhausted, unmoving for a full ten seconds.

    Then, Rhaz-Vorr''s hammer fell from its grasp.

    Leon, barely standing, used his staff to prop himself up.

    "Victory: Challenger Leon," the voice called.

    Leon didn''t celebrate. He simply collapsed on his back and laughed hoarsely.

    "That was too close..."

    He''d won.

    Barely.

    But that was enough.

    Leon lay flat on the obsidian floor, chest heaving, sweat and blood mixing at his brow. Above him, the arena''s runes slowly dimmed, the combat barrier fading like a breath exhaled after a long scream.

    He didn''t move for a full minute.

    Not because he couldn''t¡ªbut because he needed to feel every muscle, every tendon, every burn and bruise. He needed to memorize what that level of battle cost.

    Rhaz-Vorr, though defeated, had not died. The Obsidian Ant medics were already attending to the fallen champion, lifting his massive frame off the field with a reverence only earned by titans. Even in defeat, he was respected.

    Leon finally rolled onto his side and forced himself up. His left shoulder cracked in protest, and he grit his teeth through it.

    From the edges of the platform, his team rushed in¡ªRoselia reaching him first.

    "Don''t move!" she snapped, voice tight with worry. "Your ribs¡ªyour shoulder¡ªit''s all¡ª"

    "I know," Leon said with a weak grin, wiping blood from his mouth. "But I''m alive."

    Naval arrived next, nodding approvingly. "Barely. You took that last hit on purpose?"

    "Had to," Leon muttered. "Shell Reverb alone wasn''t enough. I needed the pain... to echo."

    Milim landed beside them, her usual energy toned down by concern. "You''ve never been pushed like that before."

    "I have," Leon replied, his voice quiet. "But not by someone who made me feel like my body was made of glass."

    Roman, standing in the back, watched in silence. His undead aura flared just slightly, a kind of silent prayer or recognition for the opponent who had nearly ended Leon.

    A rumble echoed from the entrance of the arena.

    Another elder ant walked forward¡ªnot one they had seen before. This one was taller, wrapped in ritual armor that bore jagged silver markings¡ªlike lightning scars frozen into the metal.

    He stepped to Leon and knelt¡ªnot out of submission, but ritual respect.

    "You''ve passed the Titanbane," the elder said, voice gravelly. "Only one more remains."

    Leon nodded weakly. "Rank One."

    The elder held up a crystalline orb etched with a dozen burning runes.

    "This is your invitation. The final test isn''t just a battle. It''s a judgment."

    Roselia furrowed her brow. "Judgment?"

    The elder looked at her. "To stand as Rank One, you must face one who has never lost... but also, you must choose what kind of power you wish to represent for our people. Flesh, mind, or spirit."

    Leon took the orb. It burned hot in his hand, but he didn''t let go.

    "I''ll answer that... when I get there."

    The elder nodded. "Then rest. Heal. Eat. You''ve climbed farther than any outsider in our recorded history. Don''t stumble now because of pride."

    With that, the elder turned and walked away.

    Leon looked at his team. "We''ve got one more. Just one."

    Naval smiled. "Then let''s finish what we started."

    Roselia looped her arm around Leon''s waist, steadying him. "After you sleep for sixteen hours and drink a lake''s worth of healing potion."

    Leon chuckled, wincing. "Fair."

 Chapter 354: Fighing LII

    The team returned to their residence within the obsidian stronghold¡ªmore a fortress than an inn, nestled deep into the heart of the ant city''s volcanic bedrock. The air still pulsed faintly with the echo of their latest battle. The weight of Leon''s near-defeat hung over them all, even as silence settled in.

    Leon lay on his cot, shirtless, chest bandaged. Roselia sat beside him, methodically dabbing a salve onto the worst bruises while the others gave him space.

    "How long until you think you can stand again?" she asked quietly.

    Leon grimaced as she touched a cracked rib. "A day. Maybe two."

    "You''re lying," she muttered, not unkindly. "It''ll be three."

    He didn''t argue.

    Across the room, Naval was seated cross-legged, meditating. Roman stood like a silent sentinel at the door. Milim paced restlessly, twirling a mana spark between her fingers, occasionally stealing glances at Leon''s injuries.

    "So," Milim finally asked, breaking the silence. "Who is Rank One?"

    Leon''s eyes opened slowly. "No name was given. Just that he''s undefeated. They call him the Unmoved Will."

    "A title like that doesn''t sound flashy," Naval said, "but it''s always the ones with quiet names who are the worst."

    Roselia frowned. "What did the elder mean by choosing flesh, mind, or spirit?"

    Leon looked down at his hand, flexing his fingers. "I don''t think it''s about our opponent. It''s about what we stand for. What we bring to the Obsidian Ants."

    "Then what will you choose?" she asked.

    Leon didn''t respond right away.

    Finally, he said, "When I first came here, I thought strength was everything. That if I just pushed harder, fought more, mastered Shell Pulse, I could dominate this place. But I''ve seen what this climb costs."

    He looked around at them.

    "You all risked your lives following me here. That isn''t just muscle. That''s spirit. It''s loyalty. It''s trust. That''s what''s carried us past every floor. So if I have to represent something..."

    He closed his fist.

    "It''s spirit."

    Naval opened his eyes and nodded. "Then we''ll be right behind you."

    Roselia smiled softly and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Not behind. With you."

    Roman gave the faintest of nods, and Milim punched her palm with her other hand. "Then we better prepare. This last fight won''t be like the others. If it''s a judgment, then it won''t be about beating them down¡ªit''ll be about proving you belong."

    Leon breathed in deeply. The pain in his ribs had dulled to a manageable throb. He could feel his Shell Reverb pulsing faintly, the combat echoes still lingering from Rank 2.

    "I''ll rest," he said. "One full day. Then..."

    He looked at the glowing orb on the table beside him, its runes flickering like an impatient heart.

    "Then I''ll walk into that judgment¡ªand win."

    Outside the fortress, the ant city moved on¡ªindifferent to the approaching climax. But within that chamber of warriors and bonds forged in fire, a storm was gathering.

    The final rank awaited.

    And Leon would meet it not alone, not just as a fighter¡ªbut as a culmination of every battle, every lesson, every step.

    The following day passed slowly. For once, there were no surprise challenges, no sudden alerts. Just rest, repair, and quiet preparation.

    Leon remained seated cross-legged for most of it, breathing with the rhythm of the Shell Reverb, letting the aftershocks of his past battles settle. He could feel his body recalibrating. Tier VIII power was potent¡ªdangerously so¡ªand now that he''d reached the threshold of the final rank, he needed control more than ever.

    Liliana returned from the forge district late in the evening, her cloak stained with soot. She handed Leon a reinforced bracer lined with volcanic quartz.

    "It''ll dampen high-impact kinetic force," she explained. "I figured you''d need it for whoever''s waiting on the final platform."

    Leon nodded and accepted it. "Thanks."

    Roselia had spent most of the afternoon weaving glyphs into his combat attire¡ªenhancements for focus, grounding, and mana stability. She said little, but every time she passed him a piece, it was with a lingering touch. She was worried. They all were.

    And by the second morning, as the volcanic winds howled across the upper tiers of the Obsidian arena, the challenge notice arrived.

    A single line:

    "Ascender Leon. Rank 1 Judgment Trial ¡ª Prepared."

    The team gathered without a word. Each of them accompanied Leon to the central lift that led to the arena''s apex¡ªa place that no outsider had stood upon for centuries.

    The platform rose slowly, through layers of runed stone and glowing magma veins. As it ascended, the pressure thickened¡ªnot magical, not physical, but spiritual. As if the very weight of the Obsidian Ants'' legacy bore down on him.

    Finally, the lift clicked into place.

    And Leon stepped forward.

    The arena was unlike any of the previous ones. There were no stands, no audience, no walls. Just a flat obsidian platform suspended over a glowing chasm of molten energy, with the vast underground sky arcing endlessly above. The very air shimmered with ancient power.

    Across from him stood a figure¡ªhuman in shape, yet motionless as a monument. Wrapped in armor of silent obsidian, no face visible, no weapon drawn. But there was a presence. A suffocating intensity that suggested this being didn''t move because it didn''t need to.

    A disembodied voice echoed through the void.

    "You who stand at the peak¡ªstate your truth."

    Leon took a step forward, his voice steady.

    "I climbed not for power alone. I rose to understand. To master the Shell. To prove that will can be tempered like steel. I represent not only strength, but spirit. I carry those who walk with me."

    Silence.

    Then¡ª

    "Very well. Spirit shall be tested."

    The figure raised one hand.

    A shockwave detonated from it¡ªnot of force, but of presence. Leon gritted his teeth as his Shell Pulse vibrated violently, trying to stabilize against it.

    BEGIN.

    The armored figure was upon him instantly. Faster than thought, a punch drove toward Leon''s chest¡ªbut Leon''s instincts screamed. He twisted, using Shell Reverb to catch the incoming impact and disperse it through his frame, retaliating with a crushing elbow.

    It landed¡ªbut the figure didn''t flinch. Instead, it countered with a knee to Leon''s ribs that cracked his enhanced bracer.

    Leon staggered back, blood at his lips. This wasn''t just physical combat¡ªit was mental warfare. Every movement the figure made seemed to probe Leon''s intent, test his conviction.

    They clashed again.

    Fist met fist. Leon''s Shell Pulse against the foe''s raw, unfiltered mastery of movement.

    Leon tried to draw on Destruction¡ªonly for the mana to fizzle. The arena had sealed external laws.

    He couldn''t rely on Gold Magic, or Aether Blood.

    This was a battle of who he was.

    His Shell Pulse pulsed. Then Reverb. Then Absolute Return.

    He adapted with each strike. Each failed parry became a data point. Each blow endured was a lesson carved into muscle.

    But his opponent was flawless. A mirror without reflection. Every time Leon evolved, it evolved faster.

    After minutes of brutal exchanges, Leon dropped to one knee, coughing blood, his bones screaming.

    But he didn''t fall.

    He pushed up¡ªdrenched in sweat and blood, eyes alight with something deeper than rage.

    Purpose.

    The final round came.

    Leon threw everything in. He feinted left, surged forward with a spiraling hook backed by every thread of Shell Pulse mastery. It landed¡ªhard.

    The figure staggered.

    Leon pressed forward. Uppercut. Spin-kick. Elbow.

    And then¡ª

    A final punch, driven by every failure, every battle, every lesson.

    The obsidian armor shattered.

    The figure stilled.

    And bowed.

    Then disintegrated into light.

    Silence.

    Then a voice¡ªcalm, final, eternal.

    "Victory: Leon. Ascender of Spirit. Rank One, achieved."

    Above, the obsidian sky cracked¡ªand a single shaft of golden light broke through.

    Leon dropped to one knee, exhausted. But smiling.

    He had done it.

 Chapter 355: Fighting LIII

    The light from above remained, a gentle cascade of radiance pouring down onto the obsidian arena, as if the realm itself had acknowledged Leon''s ascension. His breath came in ragged gasps, sweat clinging to his battered frame, and yet¡ªthere was a peace in his heart he hadn''t felt in a long time.

    He didn''t stand immediately.

    He let the moment settle.

    It wasn''t just another victory. It wasn''t just a number.

    It was the culmination of everything¡ªthe Shellfire, the countless battles, the trial of the Mirror, the climb from the depths of the Rift, the losses, the risks, the friends he''d fought beside, the enemies who had nearly broken him.

    This was proof that he hadn''t just survived.

    He had grown.

    The platform beneath him began to hum softly.

    A rune circle appeared beneath his feet¡ªshifting, ancient, lined with the six sigils of the Obsidian Ant Elders. The voice returned once more, this time accompanied by a warm pulse of spiritual energy.

    "You who stood alone and stood strong... have awakened the Fifth Pulse."

    Leon''s eyes snapped open.

    [Shell Pulse ¨C Fifth Layer: Karmic Loop]

    [All previous strikes endured, suffered, or dealt are now archived within the echo of time. When activated, these echoes can be re-manifested as spectral force, mimicking the might of previous battles for a limited duration.]

    A cascade of images flashed before his mind: Kragg the Wall. Korath the Bladesinger. Xa''Roj the Tremorblade. Fleshglass Echo. Vaer''Zhul the Dreambane.

    Each battle left a scar.

    Now, each scar was a weapon.

    He stood, finally, as the rune circle faded. His armor was cracked, his staff was chipped, but he carried the pulse of hundreds of fights within his soul.

    When the lift returned to the summit, his team was there¡ªsilent.

    They had felt it. All of it.

    Milim was the first to step forward, a wild grin breaking across her face. "You maniac. You did it."

    Liliana gave him a nod, but there was pride glinting behind her sharp gaze.

    Naval folded his arms. "So... you''re finally number one. Now what?"

    Leon smiled faintly, blood still trickling from a cut on his brow.

    Roselia didn''t say anything. She just walked forward, placed her hand gently on his chest, and whispered, "Don''t forget to breathe."

    He exhaled.

    Then chuckled softly.

    "Let''s go home for now."

    Because Leon knew.

    The climb wasn''t over.

    The Rift was still vast.

    And higher battles waited.

    But for today?

    He was the Champion.

    The entire Obsidian Ant city¡ªonce a labyrinthine fortress of silence and stone¡ªwas now thundering with rhythm and light.

    From the temple balconies to the deep network of carved hive-paths, antfolk of all castes emerged to witness something their floor hadn''t seen in centuries: a new Rank 1 Champion. And not one of their own¡ªbut a human. An outsider who had endured their trials, faced their deadliest warriors, and prevailed.

    Leon.

    Obsidian banners were unfurled from crystalline towers, the glyph of "Endurance Reborn" etched in molten gold. Luminescent spores floated down from the fungal canopies above the city, dancing in the air like celebratory snow.

    The central plaza¡ªonce a battlefield of blood and bone¡ªhad been transformed into a ceremonial ground. A ring of elder Obsidian Ants, clad in ritual armor and layered chitin-robes, stood at its center.

    As Leon approached with his team¡ªRoselia at his side, and Milim practically bouncing from the energy¡ªan ancient horn sounded. A haunting, echoing cry that vibrated the very floor.

    The Champion''s Path had been completed.

    And now came the Rite of Binding Flame.

    Elder Vurr''Zhen, the High Speaker of the Antfolk, stepped forward. His voice was clear, layered with subtle vibrations that all in the crowd could feel rather than hear.

    "He who has endured the Shellfire.

    He who has shattered the Mirror of Self.

    He who has stood above all, at the precipice of Void and Victory.

    We welcome you... Leon, Champion of the Floor."

    The crowd erupted¡ªnot with chaos, but with Resonance.

    Thousands of Obsidian Ants stomped once in perfect harmony. A pulse that traveled through the stone, the air, and into Leon''s chest.

    A warrior''s welcome.

    Vurr''Zhen raised a hand, and a younger Ant stepped forward, holding a ceremonial obsidian gauntlet¡ªruned, wrapped in bands of volcanic gold, with six shards of Shell Pulse embedded in its core.

    "This is the Armlet of Karkhan¡ªworn only by those who have reached the pinnacle of this world. It holds no magic. No power. Only weight.

    The weight of what you have conquered.

    The weight of what you must now protect."

    Leon bowed slightly and accepted it. The armlet was heavy¡ªnot physically, but symbolically. When he slid it onto his forearm, it tightened with a click, syncing with his pulse.

    Cheers rang again.

    Roselia leaned over and whispered, "So... you''re royalty now?"

    Leon smirked. "No. Just the strongest idiot willing to bleed the most."

    Later, the celebration flowed into the deeper levels of the city. Lava-pits were lit, casting warmth through the halls. Food was shared¡ªstrange delicacies from ant cuisine, surprisingly rich in flavor. Combat demonstrations were held in Leon''s honor. Songs¡ªstrange, resonant hums sung through mandibles and memory¡ªwere echoed by the masses.

    Liliana actually smiled. Naval finally unwrapped his scarf. Roman, despite himself, toasted with a flask he''d kept hidden all this time.

    And Milim? She climbed a tower and yelled across the city, "LONG LIVE THE BOSS!"

    Even the elders didn''t seem to mind.

    As the night settled, Leon stepped out onto a quiet balcony, overlooking the glowing chasm that was the heart of Floor 3000.

    Roselia joined him, arms crossed.

    "You good?"

    Leon nodded. "For now."

    She paused, then nudged his arm. "Then rest, Champion. The Rift isn''t done with you yet."

    He looked out toward the deeper levels. Toward the next gates. Toward whatever came after being the best.

    And he smiled.

    "Let it come."

    The days following Leon''s crowning as the Rank 1 Champion of the Obsidian Ant floor were ones of rare peace¡ªat least for him and his team. They were granted honorary residence in the Upper Shell Bastion, a towering hive-structure carved from black volcanic crystal and alive with bio-luminescent veins. It was a fortress, a monastery, and a home¡ªoffered to only the most revered of warriors.

    Inside, Leon found a moment to breathe.

    His training didn''t stop¡ªof course not¡ªbut it shifted in tone. No longer a desperate scramble to survive, it became about refinement. Mastery. Sharpening the edge that had already cut through legends.

 Chapter 356: Fighting LIV

    Roselia trained beside him most often, her bladeplay synchronizing effortlessly with his now-elevated Shell Pulse tempo. Sometimes, they didn''t speak for hours¡ªjust moved, sweat, adapted. Trust built not through words but through rhythm.

    Naval, reserved as ever, helped tune Leon''s senses with silent sparring¡ªfocusing on the unseen, the subtle motions, the slight tells. His style, all faint breath and displacement, proved the perfect foil to Leon''s explosiveness.

    Roman ran simulations, clashing golems made from volcanic ore to test Leon''s endurance and counter-strategy. And Liliana? She took a scholarly role, helping Leon theorize what might lie in the next tiers above¡ªeven scrying echoes of distant domains, collecting scattered pages of Ascender lore.

    But Milim¡ªwild, wonderful Milim¡ªshe was the one who never let Leon sit still too long.

    "Hey, lazybones!" she called, diving into the training yard one morning and nearly breaking the shock wards with her arrival. "The ants are calling you something new now."

    Leon looked up mid-swing, sweat flicking from his brow. "What?"

    "The Walking Quake. Apparently you broke the south arena''s foundation when you countered that last Shell Reverb pulse."

    He blinked, then chuckled. "Fitting."

    A few Obsidian Ant apprentices watched from the higher balconies. Some took notes. Others simply stared in silent awe. One bold youngling had even crafted a miniature replica of Leon''s staff and carried it everywhere.

    In the following evenings, more honors followed. A mural began forming on the side of the arena¡ªetched not in paint but by mana-burning crystal, slowly drawing the key moments of Leon''s climb from Rank 100 to 1. The final panel remained incomplete, waiting for what would come next.

    And something was coming.

    Because three days after his victory, Elder Vurr''Zhen returned¡ªnot with another lesson, but a sealed scroll.

    Leon met him alone in the amphitheater, just as the twilight spores began to drift in through the vents.

    The elder handed over the scroll without ceremony.

    "This is not instruction," he said. "It is invitation. And warning."

    Leon unrolled it.

    The glyphs were ancient¡ªolder than the Ant race itself. They pulsed faintly with primal force.

    A single phrase dominated the center:

    "Descend to the Rift''s Vein."

    Leon''s eyes narrowed.

    Vurr''Zhen continued, "There are levels below even this one. Forbidden floors. Hidden behind trials and veils. Few Ascenders know of them. Fewer still return."

    Leon met his gaze. "You''re saying... the true purpose of the Shellfire wasn''t to test me?"

    The elder shook his head slowly. "It was to prepare you."

    A silence followed.

    Then Leon grinned.

    "Then I better get even stronger."

    Leon stood beneath the obsidian archway that marked the threshold to the Rift''s Vein¡ªan ancient entrance sealed by layered glyphs of power, guarded by time and silence rather than warriors. Behind him, the city still echoed with celebration. Songs were being sung about his victory, apprentices sparring in imitation of his techniques, elders offering rare blessings to his team. But Leon''s mind had already moved on.

    The mural of his battles remained unfinished for a reason. His fight wasn''t over.

    The scroll Vurr''Zhen had given him now shimmered faintly in his hand, its runes responding to the proximity of the sealed door. As he stepped forward, the glyphs on the arch activated, flaring like solar veins. One by one, they unwound with soundless cracks, ancient locks falling away.

    Roselia, standing beside him, placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you really doing this now? We just made it to the top."

    Leon looked at her, then beyond her¡ªat Roman, Liliana, Milim, and Naval, all standing quietly in the shadow of the monument they had helped him build.

    "This isn''t the end," he said. "Not yet. I can feel it. This... was the first summit. But there''s something underneath. Something connected to my Origin Pulse. To the Abyss Mana. Even to my Destiny Berserker core."

    Liliana stepped forward, adjusting her monocle. "If the glyphs on that scroll are accurate, the Rift''s Vein is a sealed proto-dimension. A convergence point between all subterranean pulse lines. It predates the Obsidian Ants. Predates even the Ascension Spires."

    Roman crossed his arms. "Which means whatever''s down there isn''t going to follow normal rules. Might not even follow time."

    Naval nodded slowly. "We''ll come with you."

    Leon shook his head.

    "I have to go alone. At least through the first descent. This isn''t about challenge rankings anymore. This is... personal. It''s about understanding everything that''s changing inside me."

    Milim, uncharacteristically serious, sighed. "Fine. But you''d better come back with a new transformation or something. I''ve already trademarked ''Tier X Pummel King'' for your future title."

    Leon gave her a wry grin, then stepped through the archway.

    The glyphs closed behind him, sealing the passage once more.

    Darkness swallowed him whole¡ªbut it wasn''t empty.

    The Rift''s Vein wasn''t a place. It was a wound in the world. A break where the raw chaos of magic, time, and law had bled for millennia without healing. Here, echoes didn''t just linger¡ªthey lived. Every step forward pulled at his soul. Every breath tasted like forgotten fates.

    At the base of the obsidian spiral path, he found the first marker¡ªa floating core of pure Echo, shaped like a cracked heart. It pulsed, and with each beat, a memory surged into his mind. Not his own. Others''. Lives lost here. Battles never recorded.

    Then the voice came.

    Old. Layered. Not hostile... but testing.

    "You are not the first to walk this wound. But you may be the first to understand it. Speak your name, and offer your pain."

    Leon stood still for a moment, then raised his head.

    "Leon," he said. "Ascender. Tier VIII. Rank 1 of Floor 3000. Bearer of Shell Pulse, Reverb, Absolute Return, and Origin Flame."

    He opened his arms, revealing the scars left from every battle. His flesh shimmered with the traces of Abyss mana, Destruction script, and the fractal marks of Gold Magic.

    "I offer every wound I''ve survived. Every battle I thought would be my last. Every comrade I''ve bled beside. If that''s not enough..."

    He extended his hand¡ªand called his Staff.

    "...then I''ll carve the answer from this place myself."

    The core responded.

    It broke apart¡ªnot in destruction, but in transformation.

    And from the fragments, a path of radiant, whispering crystal formed¡ªleading deeper into the Rift''s Vein.

    The real challenge had begun. Not against another champion.

    But against the truth of what Leon was becoming.

 Chapter 357: Fighting LV

    Leon stepped onto the crystal path, each footfall resonating like the toll of a distant bell¡ªsolemn, heavy, yet strangely affirming. The whispers from the fragments murmured around him in broken dialects, ancient tongues, long since forgotten by the surface world. They spoke of choices, regrets, memories... and truths.

    As he advanced, the Rift''s Vein shifted. It was no longer a tunnel but a fractured reality stitched together by sheer will and trauma. Echoes of timelines¡ªones that could have been, might still be, or had already ended¡ªplayed around him. There, to his left, a vision of himself broken and lost, having failed to contain the Tandav Surge. To his right, a version of him ruling the Ascended as a tyrant, his humanity long burned away by Destruction''s lure.

    But Leon didn''t flinch. He kept walking.

    "These are not my truths," he said aloud, his voice cutting through the mirages like a blade. "They are warnings. I won''t follow their path."

    The Vein tested his resolve with every step.

    Then the path ended¡ªin a chamber vast as a dead star. At its center stood a monolith of shifting obsidian and crystal, and before it, a figure.

    Tall. Silent. Cloaked in strands of echoing fate. It bore Leon''s face¡ªbut aged, wearied, battle-hardened beyond anything he could fathom.

    The figure opened its eyes¡ªglowing with the hues of Destruction, Aether Blood, and Gold Magic.

    "I am the Echo of what you could be," it said. "To pass, you must defeat me. Not in strength¡ªbut in purpose."

    Leon tightened his grip on his staff.

    "Then I''ll show you my purpose."

    The Echo moved first. Faster than anything Leon had faced. It struck with Shell Pulse: Absolute Return, layered with Tandav. The entire chamber trembled.

    Leon dodged¡ªbarely. His body remembered the beat of that move, but the Echo had refined it, combined it with Voidbreaking tempo. Leon countered with Tripart Echo, spiraling back the kinetic flow into a crescent strike.

    Clash.

    The shockwave broke the chamber''s floor, sending shards of floating memory spinning into chaos.

    They fought like twin flames from opposite sides of fate¡ªLeon with his hard-earned balance of instinct and reflection, the Echo with a cold, terrifying perfection.

    Every move Leon made was mirrored, evolved, countered¡ªbut he learned. He adapted. Shell Reverb kicked in, storing pieces of each impact, letting him twist the tempo.

    But the Echo wouldn''t fall.

    Not until Leon did something different.

    He let go.

    He released the need to "win," and instead chose to define. With his next strike, he didn''t mirror the Echo.

    He created something new.

    Shell Pulse: Karmic Loop.

    Shell Reverb: Tripart Origin.

    Gold Magic Core: Infinite Thread.

    He hit the Echo not with power¡ªbut with possibility.

    And that... shattered it.

    The Echo fell to its knees, eyes dimming, and smiled.

    "Then you''ve done it. You''ve found your answer."

    It faded.

    The monolith behind it cracked open¡ªand a core emerged. Not like any he''d seen. This was pure resonance. Pulsing with every echo of his journey.

    [Shell Pulse Core Fragment obtained.]

    [You can now resonate with advanced Shell Reverb layers.]

    [New Technique Unlocked: Echo of Origin.]

    Leon exhaled. Long. Slow.

    He was still in one piece. But everything inside him had changed.

    As he turned to leave the Rift''s Vein, he whispered, "Thanks for showing me who I might be. I''ll choose who I become."

    The path opened behind him, and he stepped forward¡ªnot as the Rank 1 champion of Floor 3000...

    But as the conductor of combat''s very rhythm.

    Leon had returned¡ªand the climb would never be the same again.

    As Leon stepped back onto the Obsidian Ant floor¡ªthe infamous Floor 3000¡ªhe wasn''t alone.

    The air itself shifted, reverberating with a faint hum. A chorus of deep, rhythmic thumps echoed through the tunnels¡ªfootsteps. Hundreds. No, thousands. The Obsidian Ants had gathered.

    From the sprawling tunnels and carved bastions, warriors, elders, and even hatchlings emerged to greet the one who had conquered their impossible hierarchy. Leon walked down the main artery of the floor¡ªa wide obsidian path flanked with glowing lantern fungi and banners etched with the glyph of Resonant Conquest.

    Drums sounded. Not mechanical¡ªliving, organic. Pulses played through chitinous instruments, each beat synchronizing with the cadence of the Shell Pulse. The entire floor was alive with the rhythm of combat and honor.

    An honor now bestowed upon him.

    He wasn''t just Leon anymore. He was Kha''Rojir¡ª"The Echo Crowned" in the Obsidian Ant tongue.

    At the center of the great arena where it all began, the Elder Ants awaited. Their black-and-gold robes were adorned with ancient battle carvings. The High Elder, Kravos-Muul, raised a clawed hand.

    "Leon of Above. You entered our ranks as a stranger. You defied our champions, honored our traditions, and awakened what even our ancestors had only theorized."

    He gestured toward the gathered crowd.

    "You are no longer a challenger. You are a Conductor of the Pulse. You carry the Fifth Sound."

    The floor shook slightly¡ªnot from tremor, but in unified salute. Every ant warrior slammed their fists to their chest. Even the Elder Ants bowed.

    Milim whistled as she and the others entered the arena''s edge. "You sure know how to throw a party, Leon."

    Naval smirked. "We''re going to have to fight harder just to keep up."

    Liliana crossed her arms. "You''re not allowed to die now. Not after becoming a myth."

    Roselia just smiled and took his hand.

    Leon nodded once. He didn''t say anything yet.

    He walked up the obsidian dais. A special space had been made. There, etched into the crystal-black plate, were the names of champions past¡ªand now his.

    Leon: Rank 1. Echo Crowned. Fifth Resonant.

    He placed his hand on the glyph. It glowed gold, white, and crimson¡ªa triad of his journey.

    And for a moment, the entire floor pulsed in harmony with his heart.

    Then Kravos-Muul stepped closer and leaned in. "Now, Echo Crowned... your conquest here is complete. But beyond the Rift, there is another trial waiting. The Fracture Gate. It has not opened in centuries."

    Leon finally spoke, eyes steady. "Then maybe it''s time it opened again."

    The Elder nodded, slowly.

    And so the celebration burned on for days¡ªechoes of music and story dancing across stone halls and glowing caverns.

 Chapter 358: Floor 301

    From Floor 300 onward, each floor is like a world of its own.

    Take the Obsidian Ant Obsidian Floor¡ªa perfect example. But now, Floor 301 is called the Dwarven Floor, a vast realm where the Dwarves dwell.

    Although they live on Floor 301, their power surpasses that of races residing across the mid-floors, even some from Floor 467. Why are they now on Floor 301, then?

    It is said that Floor 301 once belonged to the Inferno Race, and it is rich in magma, heat, and danger. These same hostile conditions make it an ideal environment for Dwarves to forge high-level equipment¡ªsomething their race excels at.

    Over time, more than 80% of the Dwarven population migrated to this floor. The Inferno Race, meanwhile, now inhabits Floor 467. Despite this shift, some Dwarves still remain on Floor 467, and people now commonly refer to that place as the Inferno Floor. Conversely, Floor 301 is now known as the Dwarven Star, the true homeland of the Dwarves.

    In one of the tower''s many divisions, a scout sent a report to the Ascendant Registry:

    "Leon has arrived¡ªalong with his team: Roselia, Naval, Liliana, Milim, and Roman."

    "Floor 301... We''re here," Leon muttered as he stepped out, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

    All around, there were Dwarves and a few other Ascenders like him. As Leon and his group advanced, a soft red mist rolled over the edges, and a red emblem began to glow¡ªit was the sigil that marked them as recognized visitors to Floor 301.

    They were officially registered now. The Dwarven Star had welcomed them.

    As the group stepped out of the registry hall and into the open expanse of Floor 301, a wave of suffocating heat slammed into them like a living wall.

    "Tch¡ªhere it comes," Leon muttered, raising an arm instinctively to shield his eyes as the ambient air shimmered with rising waves of thermal distortion.

    The entire floor felt like a forge. Rivers of molten lava flowed through jagged canyons in the distance, and volcanic geysers occasionally burst skyward, releasing plumes of white-hot steam. The air itself tasted of metal and ash.

    Liliana winced, though her body glowed faintly with golden mana as she auto-regulated her core temperature.

    "It''s no joke here... If a normal Tier III tried to breathe this air, they''d be ashed in seconds."

    Milim laughed, casually stretching, her skin seemingly untouched by the furnace-like atmosphere.

    "Heh! Good thing we''re not Tier III, huh?" she said, grinning at Roman, who was already analyzing local elemental flows through a rune-etched monocle.

    Roselia nodded in agreement. "This entire floor is a natural smelting world. No wonder the Dwarves chose it¡ªthis kind of environment isn''t just survivable to them, it''s optimal."

    Indeed, for the Dwarves, this place was home. Massive furnaces¡ªsome powered by fire elementals¡ªcould be seen embedded into the rocky walls. Entire smithing districts stretched across the horizon, their towering smoke stacks belching flames into the sky. Armored Dwarves moved in organized units, accompanied by massive golems sculpted from volcanic stone and magma cores.

    Naval took a deep breath and smiled. "Feels like fire mana is denser here. I can practically swim in it."

    Leon turned, his cloak fluttering as another heat wave passed. "Stay sharp. If this place is as hostile as they say, we''ll need our senses at full alert. Even stepping too close to the magma vents could vaporize a careless Ascender."

    Suddenly, a Dwarven Sentinel approached them¡ªthick beard, layered runic armor, and a hammer slung across his back that looked heavier than a warhorse.

    "You lot," he growled, glancing at a floating sigil that had followed them from the registry. "Newcomers to the Dwarven Star, aye? You''ll want ta get yourselves enchanted heat wards if you don''t fancy bein'' turned into dried meat."

    Leon stepped forward. "Where''s the nearest safe zone or city?"

    The Dwarf gestured toward the jagged ridge behind him. "Through the basalt gate¡ªIronrift City lies ahead. Just don''t pick a fight in the forge halls. And don''t drink from the glowing pools. That''s elemental ore water, not ale."

    The team gave a nod and continued forward, the ground beneath their feet growing more scorched and jagged with every step.

    Roselia looked up. "Floor 301... it''s beautiful. Deadly. But beautiful."

    The city''s gates loomed ahead, carved directly into the base of a jagged volcanic ridge. Giant stone doors glowed faintly from internal magma channels, etched with ancient Dwarven runes that pulsed with red-gold light. As Leon and his team approached, a wave of intense heat poured out, far hotter than before, yet the Dwarves stationed there stood unaffected, armored and unmoving like sentinels born of the flame.

    The guards gave a quick nod after seeing the sigil from the registry, and without a word, the doors groaned open. A gust of heat-laced wind surged out¡ªbut within lay a breathtaking sight.

    Ironrift City was a living forge.

    Buildings of obsidian, brass, and darksteel formed blocky, powerful structures. Open-air furnaces lined the streets. Every third citizen was a smith, hammering metal, enchanting gear, or moving glowing ore using magma-fed lifts. Golems strolled the streets carrying anvils the size of wagons, and the very air rang with the music of metal being shaped.

    As they stepped inside, some nearby Ascenders paused to glance at them. Whispers followed.

    "Is that him? The Rank 1 Champion from the Obsidian Ant floor?"

    "Leon... the one who spent an entire year on Floor 300 just to master a dead technique?"

    "Madman. But he did reach Shell Reverb''s core layer... Maybe he''s here to master forging next?"

    Liliana blinked as the mutterings grew. "They''re already talking about you, Leon."

    Leon didn''t respond immediately. He simply looked around¡ªat the pounding forges, the precise strikes of the smiths, the rows of armor glinting with enchantments. And then he nodded.

    "Yes," he said finally. "I want to learn it. The forging arts."

    The team stared.

    "You''re serious?" Naval asked, arms crossed.

    "Of course he is," Milim grinned, stretching. "It''s Leon. After mastering one of the most insane techniques in Tower history, why wouldn''t he jump into blacksmithing next?"

    Roselia raised an eyebrow. "Still, blacksmithing isn''t just about brute power. It takes patience. Precision. Mental discipline."

    Leon gave a small smile. "That''s why I need it."

    Just then, a Dwarf stepped forward. His apron was singed, his beard tied with iron bands, and his arms looked like sculpted granite.

    "I heard ye mutterin'', lad," he said. "You want to learn the Way of the Forge?"

    Leon nodded. "Yes."

    The Dwarf eyed him up and down, then grunted. "Follow me. You''re not the first warrior to come looking for wisdom here¡ªbut few last more than a day."

    As Leon stepped forward to follow, a hand touched his shoulder.

    "I''ll join too." It was Roman, who had been silent until now. "I''ve always been interested in the structure of things¡ªhow they''re made. Maybe this is what I need to advance."

    Leon looked at him with surprise¡ªand approval. "Then let''s forge together."

    And so, as the others settled into Ironrift''s inns and observation balconies, Leon and Roman entered the Infinity Smithery¡ªthe most sacred forge on the entire floor.

    It wasn''t just a place to create weapons. It was where skills were reforged, souls tempered, and dreams turned to steel.

    The door shut behind them with a heavy thud.

 Chapter 359: Learning Smithing

    The air inside was stifling. The forge wasn''t just hot¡ªit was alive. The stone walls glowed with slow pulses of magma veins, and the sound of metal on metal echoed through the vast chamber like a heartbeat.

    The dwarf who had greeted them, now fully armored in soot-stained smith gear, turned back to face them with a scowl of authority.

    "Forget what you know about fighting," he said, voice rough like gravel grinding on steel. "This ain''t the battlefield. This is the forge. Here, ye don''t swing to kill. Ye swing to create."

    Leon and Roman nodded.

    The dwarf continued. "You''re not here to slap runes on blades or hammer pretty patterns. You''re gonna learn from the roots¡ªstarting from how to make a damned fire."

    Roman blinked. "Wait, just the fire?"

    "Aye. You think we hand rookies enchanted tools and elemental cores right off? Get over yerselves. You''ll learn what heat means. You''ll learn how to make a fire with your bare hands, with nothing but flint, breath, and tinder¡ªand then how to turn that into a smelting flame."

    He tossed a pair of tool pouches at their feet. "There. Flint stones, dried moss, wood slivers, and a lump of raw spit-coal ore. You''re gonna learn how to birth fire, how to feed it, and how to command it."

    Leon picked up the kit and knelt beside the forge pit. Roman joined him.

    The dwarf watched. "You two have cores full of power. But that don''t mean a thing in the forge. This place don''t care about your Tier, your title, or your mana. You start at the bottom here¡ªsame as we did."

    As they worked, Leon felt his muscles tensing¡ªnot from strain, but from focus. Lighting a fire wasn''t about brute force. The sparks needed to kiss the tinder, the breath needed to be just right, the wood placed with precision. It was almost like threading combat stances, but inverted¡ªthis was patience, not power.

    Roman struggled at first¡ªhis strikes were too eager, too forceful¡ªbut Leon''s precision caught the ember first. A tiny red glow began to eat into the moss.

    "Feed it slowly," the dwarf grunted. "Don''t choke it. Fire breathes, same as you."

    Soon, smoke rose. Then the flame.

    "Good. Now," the dwarf said, walking over and slamming down a rough, rock-like lump, dark with red veins pulsing inside. "This here''s Spil Coal. This isn''t yer ordinary fuel. Once refined, it burns three times hotter than surface charcoal¡ªand it remembers heat. Used right, it can smelt meteoric alloys. Used wrong, it''ll blow yer eyebrows off."

    He slammed a pair of blunt chisels into the ground. "You''re gonna crack this lump, refine the veins, and shape it into a burn-core. Then¡ªmaybe¡ªyou can light the beginner''s forge."

    Leon glanced at Roman. "You good?"

    Roman grinned despite the sweat. "Let''s make fire dance."

    The dwarf gave a toothy smirk beneath his beard. "Let''s see how long that spirit lasts once the coal bites back."

    The lump of Spil Coal sat like a sleeping beast between them¡ªits jagged form pulsing faintly with internal heat veins. It wasn''t ordinary fuel. It was alive with potential, and dangerously unstable if mishandled.

    The Dwarven smith crossed his arms. "To refine Spil Coal, ye don''t just break it. Ye read it. Every vein in there''s a path of pressure. Too hard, and it''ll shatter and spit fire. Too soft, and the heat won''t draw out. You find the rhythm, then crack it. Clean."

    He dropped two Impact Hammers¡ªshort-handled tools forged of copper-iron alloy¡ªat their feet.

    Leon crouched beside the coal first, his Shell Reverb instincts almost involuntarily activating. But he suppressed them. This wasn''t about combat precision. It was resonance of another kind. He ran his fingers lightly across the surface.

    A faint pulse echoed from within¡ªsteady, slow... almost like a heartbeat.

    He struck.

    PANG! The impact rang, clean but shallow.

    "Too shallow," the dwarf grunted. "You''re not scared of it, are you?"

    Leon didn''t respond. He adjusted his grip and tried again¡ªthis time slightly to the right, following a curving vein.

    CRACK! A clean split echoed as a portion broke off, revealing the glowing red ore inside.

    "That''s it," the dwarf said, voice less rough now. "That''s the core vein."

    Roman stepped up next. Unlike Leon, he didn''t sense the rhythm¡ªso he watched, learned, and calculated. He marked three potential stress points with chalk, then struck them in quick succession.

    The coal cracked in a spiral, exposing a full chunk of fuel.

    "Well done," the dwarf muttered. "Not bad for humans."

    Once they had enough core chunks, the dwarf led them to the Beginner''s Hearth, a small circular forge pit lined with mana-conducting stone.

    "Now light it. No magic. No skills. Just flint, bellows, and fuel. If ye can''t light this, you''re not setting foot near a real anvil."

    Leon knelt again, layering moss, wood, and refined Spil Coal pieces. The air felt tense. Even Roselia and Liliana watched from a distance, quiet for once.

    Spark after spark flew. Sweat dripped. Roman fumbled once, then adjusted the flow of oxygen using the manual bellows.

    Then¡ªwhoosh.

    A controlled flame bloomed into life, licking the coal and quickly shifting from red to orange... and finally to a brilliant blue-white core.

    The forge was lit.

    "Good," the dwarf said simply. "Ye didn''t die. That''s always a plus."

    Leon stood, wiping soot from his hands. "What''s next?"

    The dwarf grinned. "Now... you forge air."

    Roman blinked. "What?"

    "Aye," the dwarf chuckled. "Before ye touch steel, ye''ll learn how to shape the breath of the forge. The draft, the flow, the pressure zones. Air''s just as much a material as metal. If you don''t control it, your flames dance wild¡ªand wild flames make cursed steel."

    He turned toward a chamber filled with dozens of bellows, vents, pipes, and draft control levers.

    "Now get movin''. You''re gonna spend the next three hours sculptin'' hot wind. Welcome to real smithin''."

    Leon and Roman exchanged a look, then moved toward the wind forge chamber.

    Outside, Liliana exhaled. "They''re insane."

    Milim grinned. "Yeah. But they''ll be legendary smiths when they''re done."

    Roselia nodded, watching the glowing forge.

    "Or they''ll burn the tower down trying."

 Chapter 360: Living Coal

    The Forge Wind Room looked more like a war engine factory than a place to train. Thick brass pipes arched along the ceilings and walls, with rows of massive bellows, ducts, vents, and levers spread throughout. Every tool here was meant to control one thing: airflow.

    The Dwarven smith, now with sleeves rolled up and soot streaked across his face, pointed at a complex mechanism with dozens of knobs and rotating vents.

    "Forge-fire breathes, boy," he said. "Your job now is to teach it to breathe right. You misalign a single draft flow and the entire flame chokes, sputters, or explodes. Get it right... and your heat bends steel like butter."

    He handed them a forged blueprint etched into a slate: a diagram showing how to regulate core flow, secondary intake, and backflow exhausts for maximum burn efficiency.

    "Today, you''re gonna sculpt air like a wind god."

    Leon stepped forward without hesitation. Roman followed, his eyes already calculating the vectors of airflow like it was a spell formation.

    The forge pit behind them remained cold, lifeless.

    "Now," the dwarf said. "Light it with perfect breath. If you waste coal again, you''ll mine more yerselves."

    Three Hours Later

    Sweat poured. Muscles ached.

    Leon''s arms felt heavier than they had in battle. Roman''s sleeves were torn, knuckles scraped, eyes sharp. The levers groaned with every adjustment, and each gust had to be perfectly balanced¡ªnot too fast, not too slow. One wrong pull meant starting over.

    At last, the airflow clicked. A low hum filled the chamber as vents synchronized, and the forge lit with a roaring breath¡ªnot wild, not erratic. It was a perfect flow.

    The blue-white fire swirled evenly in the pit, steady and strong.

    The dwarf let out a grunt of approval. "Now that''s a flame worthy of forging."

    He tossed them each a slab of cold forgesteel, black as night and harder than obsidian. "Tomorrow... you strike steel. But you ain''t ready yet."

    Roman almost collapsed to the ground. "So what now?"

    The dwarf grinned. "Now you clean the bellows and reset the ducts for the next ten students. By hand."

    OUTSIDE ¨C IRONRIFT CITY ¨C OBSERVATION BALCONY

    Roselia leaned against a rail, watching plumes of forge smoke drift from the Smithery Tower.

    "He''s really doing it," she said, eyes distant.

    "Of course," Liliana said softly. "Leon doesn''t just fight. He disciplines himself. That''s why he keeps rising."

    Naval smiled faintly. "Still, that Spil Coal heat is no joke. I doubt half the Tiers from Floor 400 could handle it."

    Milim nodded, eyes narrowed. "But once Leon''s done here, he won''t just be stronger. He''ll be sharper. A blade refined by his own hands."

    Roselia tapped the balcony railing. "How long do you think they''ll last in there?"

    The Dwarven attendant standing nearby chuckled. "Most last two days before they give up. Some stay a week. But if they survive past ten days, we give them the mark of an Apprentice Forgebinder. That''s rare."

    Roselia smirked. "Then warm up the mark. You''ll need it."

    INFINITY SMITHERY ¨C NIGHTFALL

    Leon and Roman sat beside the now-dormant forge, their bodies bruised, blistered, and soot-covered.

    Neither spoke.

    But there was a new strength in their silence¡ªnot the kind born from combat, but from control, from patience, from learning how to shape power rather than wield it raw.

    The fire had taught them much.

    And tomorrow, they would learn to bend metal.

    INFINITY SMITHERY ¨C FORGE DAY THREE

    The morning bell tolled deep within the molten halls of the Infinity Smithery, echoing like a call to arms. The fires had already been lit. The air crackled with rising heat, and molten veins pulsed brighter than before.

    Leon and Roman stood at the edge of a circular forge ring, each holding a thick, unshaped slab of Forgesteel¡ªa dense black alloy known to resist mana infusions until properly awakened by heat and spirit.

    Their Dwarven mentor stood before them, arms folded, beard still faintly glowing from proximity to magma vents.

    "Today," he said solemnly, "ye don''t just strike metal. Ye command it."

    He gestured to the massive anvil at the center. "That Forgesteel slab ye''re holding is dead weight until you awaken it. First, ye''ll feed it to the fire. Then... you strike."

    He handed each of them a coreforge hammer, forged from heart-iron with reinforced handles made of flamewood. The weight was immense.

    "Don''t just swing to hit. Swing to shape. Each strike is a word in the language of steel. You fumble, it breaks. You rush, it folds wrong. You hesitate... and it mocks you forever."

    Leon nodded. Roman adjusted his grip.

    The slabs were placed into the heart of the forge. The fire, sculpted the day before, responded obediently. The steel began to glow¡ªa dark red first, then a rising orange.

    The dwarf watched in silence. He saw how Leon didn''t rush. His breathing matched the rhythm of the flames. Roman observed the minute changes in glow and texture, applying his calculations from the previous airflow sessions.

    Then, they struck.

    CLANG!

    CLANG!

    Steel sang.

    The heat surged with every impact. Sparks danced like fire spirits. For hours, the two Ascenders hammered, folded, cooled, reheated, and shaped. Sweat soaked their backs. Blisters tore open on their hands. But neither stopped.

    And soon... two crude but honest shapes emerged.

    Leon''s was a long, curved blade core¡ªunpolished, but balanced. Roman''s was the early frame of a tower-forged gauntlet, engraved with wind vents and mana channels.

    The dwarf examined them.

    He said nothing for a while.

    Then:

    "...These ain''t weapons yet. But they''re honest. And that''s more than most give me on their fifth week."

    IRONRIFT CITY ¨C DWARVEN COUNCIL CHAMBER

    In a chamber deeper than even the city''s public forges, seven Dwarven Elders sat around a crescent stone table. Lava flowed through tubes overhead like crimson rivers.

    An old dwarf with a golden monocle tapped his staff. "He''s already awakened Forgesteel on Day Three?"

    Another grunted. "And sculpted stable forge-fire on Day Two. Not even the Dragonkin managed that."

    A third leaned forward. "You''ve all seen the scrolls. He''s the one who mastered Shell Reverb. The mad human who stayed an entire year on Floor 300 and walked out unscarred."

    They all fell silent.

    Then the High Forgebinder, a titan of a Dwarf with runed bands around his arms, said quietly:

    "Watch him. If he completes the Grand Ember Test... we may finally name an outsider as Flamebound."

    The chamber trembled faintly. It wasn''t from magic.

    It was from expectation.

    INFINITY SMITHERY ¨C REST CHAMBER

    Leon sat alone, his freshly-forged blade core across his lap. His eyes were closed, his mind calm.

    Roman entered, his gauntlet core wrapped and placed gently on the stone shelf.

    Leon opened his eyes. "You feel it?"

    Roman nodded. "Yeah. This isn''t like fighting. It''s... purer."

    Leon looked down at his blade. "When you fight, you destroy. When you forge, you build something that might protect someone long after you''re gone."

    Roman gave a rare smile. "I think I finally understand why Dwarves call smithing a sacred path."

    Leon exhaled, slow and steady. "Then let''s walk it. All the way."

    Outside, the forge fires roared, and the name Leon began to echo louder through Ironrift City.

    He wasn''t just a warrior anymore.

    He was becoming a Forgebinder.

 Chapter 361: Living Coal II

    The dawn bell hadn''t yet rung when the heavy doors of the rest chamber creaked open. A cloaked dwarf stood there, his cloak embroidered with flame-kissed runes only seen on master blacksmiths.

    "You two," he growled, eyes sharp beneath a scorched brow. "The Elders have watched. You''re summoned to the Heartforge. Grand Ember Test begins at midday."

    He turned without waiting for a reply and walked off, heavy boots echoing.

    Leon and Roman exchanged a glance.

    It was time.

    IRONRIFT CITY ¨C HEARTFORGE HALL

    They were led through passageways deeper than any they''d yet seen. The air grew heavier, denser. Mana practically hummed in their lungs. The stone was darker here¡ªobsidian layered with glowing gold veins. Every wall bore etched murals of Dwarven legends: battles, gods of flame, weapons forged in volcano hearts.

    Finally, they entered a vast circular chamber.

    At its center roared the Heartforge¡ªa living super-furnace fed directly by a magma conduit from Floor 301''s core. The flames were blue-white, rimmed with gold. The heat was near unbearable, even for Ascenders.

    Seven Dwarven Elders stood at the edges, each one bearing marks of a Master Forgebinder.

    The High Forgebinder stepped forward.

    "You who are outsiders... Leon. Roman."

    "You''ve shown strength, control, and flame-discipline. Now we see if you can temper soul into steel."

    He raised his hammer and slammed it into the ground. A magic circle ignited around the forge pit.

    "Grand Ember Test begins."

    THE TEST

    A steel altar rose from the floor, glowing with unshaped Forgesteel, already heated to readiness. A flame-spirit hovered above, bound to the ritual.

    The task was simple:

    Forge one item.

    No assistance.

    No pre-designs.

    The item must resonate with your soul.

    The flame-spirit would judge.

    Leon stepped forward. His mind was calm, clear.

    He chose no blade, no spear.

    Instead, he took the steel and began to fold it, over and over¡ªnot for war, but for resonance. Every hammer strike echoed like a memory. His time on Floor 300. His friends. His journey.

    Roman, at his station, worked with clean precision. He forged a device¡ªpart armor, part construct housing. It wasn''t a weapon. It was a support unit, engineered to stabilize chaotic mana and assist weaker teammates in battle.

    Two different philosophies.

    Two truths forged in fire.

    HOURS PASSED.

    The forge cooled.

    Leon stepped back, revealing a forged gauntlet¡ªlayered, coiled with spiraled mana channels. It pulsed with subtle Shell Reverb energy, capable of amplifying his martial control without disrupting his focus. A perfect union of strength and stability.

    Roman presented his Mana Stabilizer Core Gauntlet, embedded with adjustable channel flow, built not for himself¡ªbut for others.

    The flame-spirit flared. Then calmed.

    It floated between the two artifacts. And bowed.

    The forge had accepted their soulwork.

    HIGH FORGEBINDER:

    "Kneel."

    They did.

    The dwarf stepped forward and marked each of their shoulders with a molten rune brand, cooled instantly by a swipe of his gloved palm.

    "From this moment, you are Forgebinders. Not by blood. Not by heritage. But by flame, will, and steel."

    The room filled with quiet approval from the Elders.

    LATER ¨C OUTSIDE IN THE SMITHERY HALL

    Leon and Roman walked out together, their brand glowing faintly through their gear. Their teammates were waiting.

    Milim waved. "Took you long enough!"

    Roselia smirked. "Let me guess. You didn''t just pass. You rewrote part of the ritual, didn''t you?"

    Leon said nothing. Just lifted the gauntlet.

    Naval let out a low whistle. "You actually forged Shell Reverb into a physical form..."

    Liliana placed a hand on Leon''s shoulder, smiling. "You''re not just the tower''s top Ascender now. You''re a smith."

    Roman, ever silent, allowed himself a small, rare laugh.

    IRONRIFT CITY ¨C PRIVATE FORGE CHAMBER, TWO DAYS LATER

    The celebration had ended. The forges still burned, but now with reverence. Leon stood alone inside a private smithing chamber granted only to recognized Forgebinders. Roman was in the next chamber, preparing his Stabilizer Gauntlet for modular enhancements.

    But Leon... had other plans.

    He set the gauntlet core¡ªhis soulwork¡ªonto the central pedestal. The forge room dimmed. Only the glow of active enchantment circuits and the slow, pulsing thrum of his Shell Reverb mastery filled the silence.

    He exhaled.

    "Begin synthesis," he whispered.

    A mechanical rune circle beneath the pedestal activated. Dozens of forging tools hovered and shifted around the slab. Molten fragments of rare alloy ingots¡ªDwarven Spiremetal, Abyssal Gold, and Echo Glass¡ªrose from adjacent trays.

    Leon wasn''t just reforging the gauntlet. He was using it as the anchor to create something greater:

    An Adaptive Shell-Reverberation Weapon:

    ¡ª Capable of shifting form between gauntlet, blade, and recoil staff.

    ¡ª Infused with combat tempo memory.

    ¡ª Capable of syncing with Absolute Return and Tripart Echo.

    ¡ª A blade that doesn''t just cut¡ªbut echoes through time.

    He named it: Echofang.

    FORGING MONTAGE

    Day 1: Leon reforges the gauntlet structure into a foldable gauntlet-blade core. Each strike pulls Shell Reverb harmonics into the alloy, creating a resonance lock.

    Day 2: He integrates Echo Glass, which vibrates with the user''s heartbeat. It aligns with his Reverb pulses.

    Day 3: Using Abyssal Gold melted under compressed mana, he carves pulse channels along the blade edge¡ªthis lets Shell Reverb "sing" through it in battle.

    Day 4: He trains with the incomplete weapon, testing flow, flex, and recoil timing. Several times, the prototype nearly shatters. Each time, he adapts.

    At night, he dreams of his time in the Obsidian Ant arena. Of his echoes. His pain. His growth.

    He channels it all.

    DAY SIX ¨C FINAL STRIKE

    He lifts Echofang¡ªnow fully formed. A gauntlet that flows into a razor-edged armblade, or splits open into a two-part recoil staff.

    He swings once¡ªand the air trembles. The walls echo with a delay pulse, and when the echo bounces back, Leon is already moving again, perfectly synchronized.

    The forge flame flares¡ªnot in danger, but in approval.

    He had done it.

    He had created a living weapon, bound to his rhythm.

    OUTSIDE ¨C IRONRIFT CITY ¨C TOWER ASCENT GATE

    The team gathered once more, packs ready. Their next destination awaited¡ªFloor 302, a realm not of fire or shadow, but of gravity distortion and floating citadels. Known to few as the Sky Vault Reaches.

    Liliana looked at Echofang on Leon''s arm. "Is that...?"

    Leon nodded. "Echofang. It''ll grow with me."

    Naval smirked. "I''d hate to be on the other end of that thing."

    Milim flexed. "You guys done smithing now? I''ve been itching for a real fight."

    Roman, more confident now, tapped his new mana support gauntlet. "Then let''s climb."

    Roselia looked ahead. "The Sky Vault Reaches aren''t going to welcome us. That place tears apart teams with storm gravity alone."

    Leon just stepped forward, calm.

    "Let it try."

    The Tower trembled as the Flamebound Ascender stepped into the light of the next trial.

 Chapter 362: Forgebinder

    The platform shimmered and groaned as the team''s ascent activated. Blue rings of light spiraled up their bodies, warping matter and pressure as they rose.

    A lurch¡ªthen weightlessness.

    The moment the transition completed, they stood on a suspended platform¡ªone of dozens drifting in the clouds. Above them, floating citadels gleamed like distant moons. Below... was nothing but endless sky.

    A powerful downward pressure surged briefly.

    GRAVITY SPIKE.

    Naval grunted, adjusting his stance. "This place hits different."

    Milim floated slightly, her wings fluttering. "Is this even still the tower? Feels like another world."

    Leon stepped forward. Echofang retracted along his forearm, humming softly. The weapon''s pulse adjusted to the warped environment, synchronizing with fluctuating gravity fields.

    A projection flared before them.

    [You have entered: Sky Vault Reaches]

    Anti-Gravity Zone Detected.

    Storm Citadel Proximity: 14.3 km

    Objective: Reach and clear the Citadel Lord of Vault 1.

    (Optional): Stabilize three anchor platforms to enable fast-travel across the sector.

    Liliana pointed toward the horizon. Three platforms spun slowly in midair, chained by twisting wind tunnels and silver lightning veins. Between each platform? Open sky... and hostile zones crawling with airborne monsters.

    Roselia drew her blade. "We''ll have to fight just to travel."

    Leon nodded. "Then we go."

    They leapt¡ªusing kinetic boosters, glide magic, and sheer will. As soon as they crossed the safe zone, the gravity field inverted. Up became down. Down became sideways. Space bent.

    Dozens of flying creatures, known as Vaultshades, emerged from the fog¡ªserpent-winged beasts made of static mist and plasma.

    Roman immediately deployed his Mana Stabilizer Core. It synced with Leon''s Echofang pulse, allowing safe footing for Liliana and Roselia to anchor strikes mid-air.

    Leon launched forward, Echofang extending into blade mode, spiraling with Reverb energy.

    He struck once.

    ¡ªand the air rippled.

    His slash didn''t just cut¡ªit echoed a second and third time in perfect delay. Each echo chased the fleeing Vaultshades, cleaving through their tailwind trails.

    Milim blitzed past, using a gravity-twisted kick to slam three into each other. Naval summoned force orbs that bent the distorted pressure zones, hurling enemies into the void.

    Within minutes, the first anchor platform was cleared.

    Leon stepped to the core and placed his palm on it.

    [Anchor Activated ¨C Vault Bridge One Now Accessible]

    A bridge of spiraling wind materialized ahead, leading deeper into the floating maze.

    The team moved through the bridge¡ªbut were quickly caught in a gravity funnel. A cylindrical vortex of downward force twisted sideways, forcing the team to split.

    Leon and Roman were pulled left, while the others drifted right.

    "Regroup at the citadel!" Leon shouted.

    As he and Roman fell sideways through layers of storm pressure and lightning walls, more Vaultshades appeared¡ªlarger, armored variants with storm-infused bone helms.

    Midair battle began.

    Roman held stabilizers in both palms, reducing gravity drag. Leon adjusted midflight, Echofang now in recoil staff mode¡ªhe spun it to generate controlled momentum, bouncing between stone shards and using each impact to send out Shell Reverb pulses.

    He struck one of the alpha Vaultshades.

    The blade hit.

    One echo.

    Two echoes.

    Absolute Return pulse.

    The strike came back to him, and Leon caught it¡ªthen redirected it midair, sending the echo spiraling into a second Vaultshade.

    They fell through the vortex, landing hard on a hanging platform.

    Leon exhaled. "We need to stabilize the storm node below us."

    Roman nodded. "And fast. That gravity spike''s cycling¡ªnext surge could collapse this whole section."

    Milim, Roselia, Naval, and Liliana reached the far side platform¡ªwhere a vault guardian waited: a construct of floating blades and storm shields. Its form was humanoid, but hovered, encased in lightning armor.

    Milim grinned. "Finally! Something fun."

    They made the final jump¡ªfalling upward into the floating citadel''s central platform. A massive storm barrier encircled it.

    Inside, stood the Vault Lord: a towering storm entity with three rotating gravity cores.

    Leon readied Echofang.

    "Let''s see if you can keep up."

    He stepped forward¡ªReverb pulsing, blade humming, Shellfire coursing through his gauntlet.

    The storm screamed in reply.

    The moment Leon and Roman passed through the storm barrier, the world shifted again. The very laws of gravity unraveled within the ring-shaped citadel core. Above was below. Below spun sideways. Even the ground itself rotated like the inside of a broken gyroscope.

    At the heart of this vortex hovered the Vault Lord.

    It stood nearly three stories tall, shaped like a humanoid war-golem¡ªexcept its body was made entirely of whirling stormsteel plates, spinning cores of concentrated gravity, and radiant storm-light veins. Three orbiting gravitational reactors circled its body¡ªred, blue, and gold.

    [VAULT LORD: TEMPORAL-CORE ASCENDANT]

    Phase 1 Objective: Disrupt Gravity Core Rotation Sync.

    Phase 2 Objective: Neutralize Phase Return Strike.

    Phase 3: Survive Absolute Inversion.

    Roman''s eyes scanned the vault floor. "We''ll need to destroy or realign the three gravity cores, or else it''ll just reset all our damage."

    Leon cracked his neck and raised Echofang, its blade now extended, humming with anticipation.

    "Then we time it right. Let''s make every echo count."

    The Vault Lord moved. Instantly.

    A lurch of wind and gravity shot outward¡ªRoman was thrown to the far wall. Leon skated across the pressure waves, boots twisting with counter-force.

    The enemy summoned a barrage of gravitic spears, each bending space behind it, distorting sound and light. Leon weaved between them with tight movements¡ªthen struck the red core as it passed close.

    CLANG!

    The moment of impact¡ªLeon triggered Tripart Echo.

    The first echo struck the core directly.

    The second curved behind it.

    The third was angled deliberately¡ªto intercept the blue core a second later as it came around.

    Leon''s Reverb mastery sang through the chamber.

    The Vault Lord jolted¡ªits rotation faltered.

    Roman activated a burst from his Stabilizer Gauntlet, forcing one of the platform''s magnetic pillars to align with the golden core. The resonance stalled its orbit.

    [SYNC DISRUPTED ¨C CORE ROTATION ERROR ¨C Phase 1 Complete]

    The floor leveled slightly.

    Leon''s boots hit solid ground for the first time.

    With its balance disrupted, the Vault Lord roared. Its body split open¡ªand out poured temporal phase echoes, distorted clones of Leon himself, mimicking his past moves, replays of his own Reverb forms.

    They moved with perfect timing¡ªbecause they were him, from previous fights.

    Roman looked up. "It''s copying you. Echoes of your style."

    Leon narrowed his eyes. "Then I fight myself."

    He surged forward, clashing with ghost-Reverbs¡ªhis old self using Spiral Rebound, Shell Tripart, even Absolute Return.

    But Leon didn''t fight harder.

    He fought smarter.

    Instead of countering his old patterns, he shifted timing.

    Instead of matching tempo, he disrupted flow.

    He changed the beat¡ªthe rhythm the Vault Lord depended on.

    With a spinning vault dash, Leon used Echofang''s recoil staff mode, deflecting one echo, redirecting another, and absorbing a delayed echo into his own blade¡ªthen launched it into the core with Absolute Return.

    The true Leon struck forward¡ªand the Vault Lord''s temporal frame cracked violently.

    [Phase 2 Cleared ¨C Phase Loop Severed]

 Chapter 363: Forgebinder II

    The storm barrier collapsed, then reformed upside down. The platform split. Gravity flipped in chaotic pulses. The Vault Lord now hung upside down, and Leon floated weightlessly, tethered only by momentum and instinct.

    Roman screamed from across the vault, "HE''S GOING ABSOLUTE¡ªINVERTING ALL SPACE-TIME IN THE CORE ZONE!"

    The Vault Lord charged¡ªits final blow was a condensed gravity inversion sphere, capable of rewinding space in a 10-meter radius.

    Leon let go.

    He allowed himself to fall into the vortex. Not resisting.

    Echofang shrank to gauntlet mode. Shell Reverb pulsed.

    Then¡ªthe moment before the impact, Leon fired a pulse:

    Karmic Loop + Absolute Return + Recoil Pulse.

    The strike absorbed the inversion. Echoed it. Reversed it.

    The Vault Lord''s attack hit its own core, fed by Leon''s counter-tempo.

    BOOM.

    The explosion shattered the sky platform in a ring of golden-blue stormlight. The entire vault rippled with dissonant pulses¡ªuntil it finally stilled.

    [Vault Lord Defeated ¨C Core Stabilizing...]

    [Sky Vault Reaches, Subsection 1 Cleared]

    Leon floated downward, landing on what remained of the central platform. Echofang glowed softly on his forearm, gently retracting.

    Roman landed nearby, panting. "We''re gonna need... stronger gear soon."

    Leon smiled. "That was stronger gear."

    The shattered sky mended behind them. The Vault Core glowed dimly, no longer hostile, its rotation settling into a soft orbit. A thin energy bridge reconnected Leon and Roman to the rest of the team now waiting on the opposite anchor platform.

    Liliana, hands on hips, smirked. "About time."

    Milim cracked her knuckles. "So? You kill the sky god or whatever?"

    Leon nodded. "Vault Lord''s down. Its gravity zone is stabilized."

    Roselia narrowed her eyes toward the far horizon. "Then that should''ve opened the path to Aetherion..."

    A crystal embedded in Naval''s gauntlet pulsed, and a map projection flickered into view.

    [New Sector Unlocked ¨C Aetherion Shardreach]

    Location: 85 km eastward drift

    Status: High instability. Temporal Winds. Phantom Echo activity reported.

    Naval raised a brow. "That place was sealed for decades. Only accessible when a Vault Lord falls."

    Roman folded his arms. "And full of memories of old Ascenders. Combat recordings. Maybe techniques."

    Leon''s eyes sharpened. "Then we go."

    The journey wasn''t simple.

    The route to Aetherion wasn''t just a bridge or a path. It was a stormstream highway, a band of high-pressure air currents and fragmented stone arcs that the team had to ride and leap across like stepping stones in a storm.

    Each jump was life or death. Mist Wyrms, aerial leeches, and fractal storm anomalies¡ªbroken time distortions¡ªattacked them midair.

    At one point, Roman fired stabilizing anchors into a spinning satellite rock to redirect a wind current just so Leon could vault over a crumbling ledge.

    After nearly an hour of traversal¡ª

    They saw it.

    Floating above a broken circular platform surrounded by a storm halo was the citadel itself: a fragmented city in the sky. Tower ruins drifted in rhythmic circles. Suspended bridges twisted in slow spirals. Giant glowing crystals floated, frozen mid-shatter, each one pulsing with distant voices.

    [Aetherion ¨C Citadel of Lost Echoes]

    Built by an extinct aerial race. Now haunted by combat phantoms, storm echoes, and gravity-forged AI sentinels.

    Danger Level: High. Mana Compression Fields Active.

    Reward Hints: Echo Techniques, Aero-Step Cores, High-Tier Motion Gear, and Grav-Sync Relics.

    Milim blinked. "So... flying ghost robots and echo zombies?"

    Roselia sighed. "More or less."

    Leon stepped forward, the wind shifting as Echofang extended automatically.

    "We take it slow. Sync watches. This place messes with time."

    Roman added, "Don''t trust what you hear in the fog. Half the voices will be your own."

    Inside, the first trial activated: a courtyard filled with floating platforms and combat shadows¡ªspectral remnants of legendary Ascenders, caught in time loops.

    They were forced to fight against high-speed mimics of Tower elites¡ªsome who moved at double-tempo using old tech, others who used forgotten Shell derivatives or echo-altered gravity strikes.

    Leon was matched against an Echo Phantom of Kael Yuron, a blade-monk from the 2nd Tower Era.

    Kael struck with silken steps, each one leaving a sonic mirage. Leon met him blow-for-blow, using Tripart Echo + Recoil Delay to disrupt his flow.

    When Leon finally landed a full Absolute Return into an open core hit, the echo shattered into blue dust¡ªand whispered:

    "You''re ready for the Wind Echo. Seek the Crown Spiral..."

    Leon stood silently, watching the fog part around the citadel''s deeper tower.

    The Crown Spiral¡ªcore of Aetherion.

    Only opens to those who defeat five Echo Phantoms and realign the gravity shards surrounding the tower base.

    Said to contain an Echo Heart¡ªa relic that lets you store and replay perfected combat sequences from your past at will.

    The team now knew their path.

    Five trials.

    A winding spiral.

    One final echo that may turn the tide in Leon''s evolution.

    And beyond it¡ªperhaps the first true glimpse into a secret kept since Floor 1000''s fall...

    The wind was eerily still here, unnaturally calm¡ªas if the world was holding its breath. Above them, the Crown Spiral Tower hovered in midair, its structure circling into itself like a gravity-defying helix. Five glowing crystals floated around the base in orbit¡ªeach corresponding to an Echo Phantom''s domain.

    A hollow voice echoed across the sky:

    "To ascend the Spiral, you must defeat yourselves¡ªreflected in the will of others greater than you."

    "One phantom for each path. None may assist another."

    The team looked at each other in silence. Then, without a word, they stepped toward their respective domains.

    Leon entered the crimson-lit chamber alone. His boots echoed on smooth obsidian stone. Waiting for him, seated on a throne of spiral blades, was a figure clad in voidmetal armor.

    The being stood¡ªa mirror of Leon, but bulkier, more grounded. Its Shell Reverb pulses were constant and loud¡ªdeafening even before they moved.

    Name: Varnak the Titan Pulse

    Class: Shell Pulse Vanguard (Tier VIII)

    Specialty: Reverb Crush + Kinetic Loadout Loop

    Weakness: Tempo Break + Adaptive Counter Flow

    "Come," Varnak said, voice rumbling like a collapsing mountain. "Let me see if your rhythm can endure impact."

    They clashed.

    Leon moved like water, light on his feet. Varnak moved like gravity¡ªevery step a quake, every pulse a sledgehammer. Echofang sparked on the first clash, and Leon''s counter was too slow¡ªhis Shellfire rhythm interrupted by the sheer force of Varnak''s overcharged echoes.

    But Leon learned fast.

    On the second exchange, he didn''t meet force with force. He let Varnak''s strike miss by inches, then used Tripart Echo: Inversion Sync, sending his echo behind the titan and into a weak zone at the spine.

    The titan staggered.

    On the third exchange, Leon used Absolute Return¡ªnot for damage, but for disruption¡ªbending the echo to shift Varnak''s pulse rhythm out of phase.

    Varnak faltered.

    Leon slammed Echofang down with a Karmic Tripulse, unleashing a perfect echo harmony¡ªand Varnak shattered, collapsing into radiant shards.

    [Echo Phantom Defeated ¨C Reverb Titan''s Shellbone Obtained]

    Leon breathed heavily. "One down."

 Chapter 364: Spiral Crown

    Roselia entered a glowing cyan dome, standing in a hall of suspended harp-strings that resonated as she walked.

    At the end stood a woman with a silver mask and a long, curved blade¡ªthe Swordsinger of Caer Harn, a master of sound and blade harmony.

    Each swing of her weapon created symphonic shockwaves¡ªa style Roselia recognized as the ancestor to her own school.

    This was her origin.

    And her test.

    The first clash was blinding. Each note-strike sent waves of force. Roselia parried with graceful timing, adjusting not by sight¡ªbut by sound. Her ears led her defense, her blade trailed in harmony.

    Halfway through, the Swordsinger began singing. Roselia''s body slowed under the spell¡ªher blade heavy. Her thoughts clouded.

    But then she hummed back.

    A simple song.

    Her song.

    And the moment her voice harmonized with her blade, the counterwave struck.

    Her blade shimmered white-blue¡ªand cut through the final note, ending the illusion.

    [Echo Phantom Defeated ¨C Melody Fracture Technique Learned]

    Roman entered a dark lab flooded with sparks and half-completed constructs. A mechanized version of himself stood at the end¡ªsurrounded by floating relics and AI support units.

    This Echo Phantom used magical engineering to simulate multiple timelines¡ªfighting with preprogrammed strategies, fake-out routines, and calculated traps.

    Roman''s strength wasn''t just skill¡ªit was improvisation.

    As they fought, Roman broke down patterns, predicted lines, and sabotaged the false version''s rhythm with carefully placed mana disruptors.

    When his phantom fired a pulse meant to lock his stabilizer core, Roman absorbed it, reversed its flow, and blasted the entire chamber with a counter-algorithm that overloaded every rune in the space.

    [Echo Phantom Defeated ¨C Synaptic Override Module Blueprint Gained]

    Liliana faced a forgotten sky-priest who used wind clones and layered illusions¡ªher fight was mental, and she overcame it by tracking emotion, not sight.

    Naval battled a gravity spear-wielder whose every throw could bend a battlefield. He ended the fight by trapping the Phantom inside a collapsing gravity well he created with timed orbs.

    Milim? She just smiled and said, "I punched it through four walls. That count?"

    With all five Echo Phantoms defeated, the crystals around the Crown Spiral began to orbit faster.

    A new path unfolded¡ªa spiral stairway of floating glass, climbing into a mirrored dome in the sky.

    [Crown Spiral Chamber Unlocked ¨C Aetherion Echo Heart Available]

    Leon stepped forward, Echofang pulsing in rhythm with the stairs themselves.

    Roselia nodded. "Whatever''s up there¡ªit''s beyond anything this floor has shown so far."

    Leon''s eyes narrowed. "Then we ascend."

    The floating glass staircase spiraled ever upward, each step shimmering with ghostlight. The higher they climbed, the thinner the air became¡ªnot physically, but spiritually. Memories whispered here. The voices of long-fallen Ascenders bled through the walls.

    And then... silence.

    They reached the top.

    A colossal dome of floating mirrors and fragmented mana-cores spread before them. Light refracted in impossible patterns, and at the very center of the chamber, suspended above a glass-laced altar, hovered a radiant artifact:

    THE ECHO HEART

    A pulsating core of prismatic crystal, it beat like a heart¡ªemitting gentle pulses of pure temporal rhythm. The air shifted with every thrum.

    [Echo Heart Detected ¨C Legendary Relic Class]

    Grants Echo Memory Imprint: store, replay, and evolve personal combat sequences.

    Warning: First activation will trigger Combat Assimilation ¨C all present must endure.

    Leon approached, Echofang lightly humming in synchrony.

    Roman stepped beside him. "This isn''t a normal relic. It''s alive. It''s watching."

    Roselia added, "Or listening. Maybe both."

    As Leon placed his palm on the Echo Heart¡ª

    The chamber fractured.

    Time folded.

    They were now inside a simulation, a cross-temporal arena built from shards of each person''s greatest battle. Enemies formed from recorded echoes of their pasts¡ªfailures, near-deaths, wrong moves, haunted regrets.

    Leon stood face to face with a version of himself mid-Obsidian Trial¡ªback when he only had 30% Reverb mastery, full of doubt and rage.

    Roselia saw her first teacher fall again, replayed in a loop.

    Milim''s echo? Herself... but broken, mind-corrupted and in full rage mode.

    Each ally was forced into a personal trial, alone within a bubble of space and time. Their echoes were faster, colder, more refined. Every mistake in the past was now used against them.

    His phantom fought brutally, mechanically. No hesitation. Every Shell Reverb trigger was perfect. Every motion echoed three layers deep. It used Reverb Titan strength with Echofang precision.

    And still, Leon smiled.

    Because it lacked what he had now.

    Karmic Loop.

    Instinct.

    Purpose.

    He allowed himself to take two hits. He adjusted his pulse. He remembered his evolution¡ªand then activated Echo of Origin + Absolute Return in tandem with Titan Shellbone.

    Leon''s blade sang.

    He struck the phantom¡ªand instead of just bouncing the echo¡ª

    He looped it through time.

    One strike became five.

    Five became seven¡ªeach echo triggered as if from a different moment in the fight.

    His future strikes became real.

    The final blow hit from behind, from a strike he hadn''t even thrown yet.

    The phantom shattered into gold fractals.

    [Echo Signature Overcome ¨C Crown Echo Sequence Registered]

    [Leon has unlocked: Temporal Loop Reverb Form ¨C Tier IX Transition Key Acquired]

    Each of the others emerged in a flash of light¡ªscarred, winded, but victorious.

    Roselia had composed her own sword-song, severing her phantom''s final note.

    Naval had crushed the timing of his gravity distortions, folding time into imploding pockets.

    Roman upgraded his stabilizers mid-combat to counter his own overclocks.

    Milim simply grabbed her phantom self by the neck and yelled, "You''re not me!" before detonating with raw force.

    Liliana... walked out silently, her eyes fierce, her aura now edged with cold wind magic.

    The heart dimmed, its purpose fulfilled.

    It broke apart into six crystalline fragments¡ªone for each of them.

    Each fragment would now allow them to record and recall perfected techniques during combat.

    Leon absorbed his into Echofang, which immediately restructured¡ªforming a new handle-layer, able to resonate with echoes past and future.

    As the tower shimmered and began restructuring, a gateway opened¡ªan angled light bridge forming toward a new island in the sky. The team had conquered Aetherion Shardreach.

    From a distance, the storm-winds calmed. The floating citadel bowed into its resting orbit.

    Roselia looked toward Leon. "You''re not just climbing anymore, are you?"

    Leon nodded. "No. I''m tuning the tower itself."

    Milim cracked her knuckles. "Where to next?"

    Leon turned to the sky, where golden letters shimmered into existence:

    [Next Major Site: Thunderborne Arena ¨C Eastern Skylands, Floor 302]

    A combat domain where storm gladiators battle for honor, forges, and crown stones.

    Entry allowed only to those who have bested an Echo Phantom.

    Leon smiled.

    "Then we enter as champions."

 Chapter 365: Spiral Crown II

    The wind above the eastern edge of Floor 302 howled like a warhorn.

    Massive floating battle-arenas hovered between rumbling stormbanks, suspended by thundersteel pylons and radiant cloudforges. Combatants leapt between drifting stone islands, each clash causing a burst of stormfire and wind arcs visible from miles away.

    And at the center of this chaos stood a colossal ring of coiled bronze and silver¡ªthe Thunderborne Arena, carved into the bones of a sky-dragon slain centuries ago.

    [THUNDERBORNE ARENA ¨C LEGENDARY CHALLENGE ZONE]

    Trial Type: Competitive Combat Gauntlet

    Entry Requirement: At least one Echo Phantom Defeated

    Rewards: Stormforged Echo Cores, Aether-Clad Armor, Gladiator Keys, Title: Stormbearer

    At the wind-wreathed gates, a sentry in armor shaped like crashing waves greeted them.

    "You bear the Echo Spark," the man said, nodding at Leon''s glowing gauntlet. "You are eligible for entry. You will be seeded as challengers. Win five ranked matches, and the final gate shall open."

    Milim grinned. "Five fights? That''s breakfast."

    Roman, adjusting his bracers, muttered, "Yeah, well. Let''s hope dessert isn''t an Elder Storm Behemoth."

    Leon, however, was already looking up.

    High above, atop the topmost ring platform, a figure watched them.

    Cloaked in silver-blue lightning.

    Armored in broken thunder.

    The current Stormbearer Champion.

    The arena changed forms each round.

    For the first battle, they stood atop a circular wind-platform with no walls. Lightning flashed beneath them. A rumble echoed¡ªand from the storm clouds rose the first enemies:

    Vortex Lions ¡ª ethereal beasts made of wind pressure and static arcs. They howled, each roar sending concussive shockwaves.

    Liliana raised a hand. "Hold position! They''re sensitive to unstable movements."

    Leon waited¡ªthen moved just as the first lion leapt.

    He struck with Tripart Echo, using the airborne delay and rebound tempo to slam two beasts mid-pounce. Roselia spun beside him, sword singing, carving streaks in the air like a sonic net.

    Roman threw charged anchors into the platform to trap one lion''s arc mid-leap¡ªmilim punched it in the face before it hit the ground.

    Naval''s gravity traps kept them pulled into zones, while Liliana''s wind-clone strikes decimated them.

    [Round One Complete ¨C Victory in 02:11]

    Audience Approval Rating: 74%

    Reward: Windwalker''s Ember Core x3

    The next round was against actual gladiators¡ªthree veteran Ascenders who had lived on Floor 302 their whole lives.

    One wielded dual thunder-spears.

    One used a stormblade fused with a wyvern''s eye.

    The third? A monk-like warrior who fought barefoot, using stormwind echo strikes¡ªsimilar to Leon''s own Shell Reverb.

    This one caught Leon''s attention.

    Their clash was intense.

    Blow for blow. Pulse for pulse.

    Leon analyzed his echo, then began syncing his rhythm with the monk''s¡ªuntil they struck in unison, and Leon inverted the monk''s echo into a Tripart Clash Loop, overloading his stance and sending him crashing into the pillar wall.

    Roselia dueled the spearman midair. Milim body-slammed the sword-user from a lightning rail.

    [Round Two Complete ¨C Victory in 03:19]

    Audience Approval Rating: 88%

    Reward: Thunderborne Key Fragment x1, Echo Storm Dust x5

    The team sat in the resting zone: a floating forge-temple overlooking the battlefield below.

    Roman examined his gear. "These rewards are serious. That storm dust could supercharge my stabilizers."

    Leon held the Echo Storm Dust between his fingers. He could feel it vibrating with pressure and time energy.

    Roselia sat beside him. "You know... that monk? He wasn''t just using a copy. He was using an echo built from watching you fight."

    Leon nodded slowly. "The longer we climb, the more our fights shape this world."

    Milim chuckled. "Means we better start fighting weirder."

    A distant roar shook the clouds.

    Naval stood and pointed skyward. "We''ve got a problem."

    Descending through the storm mist came an enormous serpent with electric crystals for eyes and a lightning coil running down its spine.

    Lightning Maw Wyrm ¨C Controlled Beast Tier VIII

    Arena will be moving mid-fight. Hazard zones active. Timed charges required.

    Leon rose.

    Echofang hummed with Titan Reverb. His Echo Heart core pulsed once.

    "Then let''s bring the storm down."

    ROUND THREE ¨C LIGHTNING MAW WYRMLORD

    Arena Configuration: Cyclone Spine Field

    A chain of connected floating disks orbiting a storm vortex. Platforms spin slowly in a circular pattern, constantly shifting.

    Each platform has a separate magnetic polarity and atmospheric charge.

    Fall = elimination.

    Above the vortex, thunder howled.

    Wind screamed across the arena''s open plates.

    And from the clouds descended their opponent¡ª

    A 30-meter-long storm wyrm, plated in charged crystal scales, each beat of its wings cracking the sky.

    BOSS: Lightning Maw Wyrmlord (Tier VIII)

    ¨C Mobility: Aerial, coiling flight

    ¨C Abilities: Thunder Dive, Voltage Field, Jaw Lock

    ¨C Weakness: Sync disruption / Pulse overload

    Leon stood forward, Echofang now humming with Reverb Titan Shellbone integrated. Its pulse had deepened¡ªdenser. Each movement had weight and tempo memory.

    "Stay spread out. Move with the plates."

    The Wyrm opened with a thunder dive.

    Its wings folded. Lightning laced its body as it plummeted toward Leon''s disk¡ªhe leapt just before impact, and the platform shattered, forcing him to use midair echo-steps to land on the next rotating disk.

    Milim launched upward, striking the beast''s neck with a flaming elbow drop¡ªbarely dented its scales.

    Roselia activated Sonic Thread Barrage, wrapping sharp resonance strands around the wyrm''s wings.

    Naval planted two gravity nodes on the outer disk edges to stabilize orbit while Roman laid pulse anchors beneath¡ªprogrammed to trigger on tail contact.

    Liliana drew a rune in the air, casting Tempest Shard Veil, forming a half-dome shield as the beast screamed.

    At 62% health, the wyrm shed its outer coil, releasing a voltage storm ring¡ªa crackling zone that caused EMP-like effects on all magical and pulse-based gear.

    Leon''s Echofang buzzed and stuttered¡ªuntil he manually forced it back into rhythm with Karmic Loop + Absolute Return, grounding the overload via his own pulse.

    He vaulted across three disks midair¡ªthen drew power from the Echo Heart Core embedded in his weapon.

    "Tripart Echo ¡ª Phasefold Detonation!"

    Three phantom strikes pre-activated across the wyrm''s flank. When the real strike landed, all three echoes detonated, creating a sonic rupture that blew off two scale plates.

    The wyrm screamed, tail whipping¡ª

    Roman yelled, "NOW!"

    All of Roman''s pulse anchors activated.

    A web of electrostatic counterforce locked the wyrm''s body in place for three seconds.

    Leon took the chance.

    Leapt onto the wyrm''s spine.

    Bloodied and grounded on two spinning disks, the wyrm roared¡ªactivating its Wrath Mode.

    Its eyes glowed solid white. Arcs of thunder began pulling nearby echoes of their previous movements into play. The battlefield began replaying their prior positions¡ªnow as shock clones.

    Leon dodged a copy of himself¡ªhis past echo swinging. He muttered, "It''s using our timeline movement echoes against us."

    Liliana, drawing on her new wind-enhanced timing, redirected a shock clone''s attack into the wyrm itself, stunning it.

    Milim grabbed its horn¡ª

    "Leon, do your thing!"

    Leon leapt, focusing everything. Shellfire, Karmic Flow, and Echo of Origin synced. His blade glowed white-blue-gold.

    "Final Rhythm¡ªShell Pulse: Absolute Fracture!"

    The moment his blade connected¡ª

    ¡ªevery recorded echo of his movement across the fight hit at once.

    Seven strikes.

    Across three different times.

    All synced into one frame of reality.

    The wyrm collapsed, roaring into stillness.

 Chapter 366: Spiral Crown III

    [Victory Achieved ¨C Lightning Maw Wyrmlord Defeated]

    Audience Approval: 97%

    Special Drop: Wyrmlord''s Volt Core (Epic ¨C Amplifies Echo Synchronicity)

    Thunderborne Key Fragment x1 Acquired

    Leon exhaled deeply, falling to one knee as the storm around the arena slowly dimmed.

    Milim pumped a fist. "Told you I''d punch something into orbit today."

    Roselia walked up beside Leon, flicking blood off her blade. "That final echo strike... it wasn''t just technique. You forced time itself to replay your will."

    Leon nodded. "We''re not just reacting anymore. We''re commanding the tempo of this world."

    An official approached.

    "The arena shifts in six hours," he said. "Your next round will be against another challenger team: The Black Spires Ascendancy. Veterans of Floor 309."

    Roman blinked. "Wait... they''re from a higher floor?"

    The man smirked. "And they didn''t come down to lose."

    ROUND FOUR ¨C VERSUS: BLACK SPIRES ASCENDANCY

    The arena had transformed again.

    This time, it was a static field of obsidian glass, with jagged storm mirrors scattered around. The surface reflected every movement. Lightning struck the ground at irregular intervals, causing shimmers in space-time. It was designed not for monsters¡ªbut for elite PvP.

    And on the far side stood their opponents.

    THE BLACK SPIRES ASCENDANCY ¨C TEAM COMPOSITION

    Veyr Aegisthorn ¨C Echo Knight, Spear user. He manipulates pulse memory and can fight in multiple echo-timelines at once. Tier VIII.

    Noxelle ¨C A cursed flame duelist. Shadow-magic fused with fire, burns that target mana signatures. Blade and whip-style combat. Tier VIII.

    Kalverin the Veil-Caster ¨C Spatial distorter and illusionist. Controls midair positioning and perception. Also Tier VIII.

    They were all stronger than any individual on Leon''s team¡ªstatistically.

    But stats weren''t everything anymore.

    No introduction. No banter.

    Just the arena flare¡ª

    [BEGIN ROUND FOUR]

    Leon surged forward first, facing Veyr Aegisthorn, whose spear fractured into three overlapping time-echoes mid-charge.

    Each stab came from a different version of the future.

    Leon read the rhythm on instinct. Shell Pulse: Echo of Origin activated. He countered not the spear¡ªbut the moment before Veyr would commit. He saw the intent and broke the rhythm with a perfect parry.

    "You can echo your future," Leon said calmly, "but I own my past."

    He struck¡ªKarmic Loop detonated behind Veyr, blowing one of his future-selves out of sync.

    ROSELIA VS NOXELLE

    Roselia fought in a spiral dance, dodging bursts of cursed flame that twisted toward her mana flow. One hit nearly scorched her blade.

    So she stopped defending.

    She started singing.

    A high, eerie melody¡ªSwordsong: Melody Fracture¡ªcut the whip''s trail and sent an arc of sound through the flame stream, distorting it completely.

    Noxelle snarled, but Roselia now moved with unnatural grace. Her blade moved not faster¡ªbut in anticipation. She wasn''t fighting against Noxelle.

    She was conducting her.

    ROMAN + NAVAL VS KALVERIN

    Kalverin created a field of fractured space¡ªevery motion repeated three times, all in different places.

    Roman activated pulse anchors midair. Naval crushed gravity nodes under their feet, snapping the illusion.

    Then they made the real move¡ªRoman overloaded one anchor, blowing up the false field''s convergence point, and Naval dropped a gravity mine directly on the real Kalverin''s heartspace.

    Kalverin barely reacted in time¡ªonly to be shot backward into a mirrored shard wall.

    Leon''s pulse reached perfect harmony.

    He activated Shell Reverb: Phase Shift Chain, syncing Roselia''s last note-strike with Roman''s orbital beam and Naval''s final mine pulse. Milim jumped from above¡ªelbow first.

    Everything struck at once.

    [COMBO CHAIN ¨C FULL TEAM SYNC]

    The arena split with a shockwave.

    The Black Spires Ascendancy fell¡ªstunned, breathless, and unable to rise.

    [ROUND FOUR COMPLETE ¨C VICTORY]

    Audience Approval Rating: 99%

    Reward: Gladiator Crest ¨C Tier VIII Rare

    Thunderborne Key Fragment x1 (Final Piece Collected)

    Veyr, still grounded, looked up at Leon.

    "...You weren''t what I expected," he said hoarsely. "Your pulse is unorthodox. Like it''s alive."

    Leon offered a hand, helping him up. "It is."

    He tapped his chest. "Because I''m not fighting alone anymore. My echoes... carry more than technique."

    With all five key fragments, the arena itself roared.

    Lightning surged through the air as a bridge formed¡ªmade of solidified thunder and light¡ªleading straight up to a floating platform suspended in pure storm.

    [Stormbearer''s Crown ¨C Final Combat Trial]

    Solo Challenge Only

    Opponents: Past Champions, Simulated Echo Lords, Arena Wills

    Difficulty: Tier IX Ascension Trial

    Roman looked at Leon. "Only one can go."

    Roselia smirked. "No doubt who that is."

    Leon, gripping Echofang¡ªnow evolved with Reverb Titan Shellbone and Wyrmlord Volt Core, nodded.

    He walked forward.

    His pulse: perfect.

    His mind: focused.

    His blade: ready to speak in echoes the world hadn''t heard yet.

    "Only one may ascend through the Crown."

    "Only one may command the storm."

    A voice whispered across the arena as Leon stepped onto the final platform¡ªa towering citadel of coiled bronze and silver lightning, floating miles above the thunderfields.

    The sky churned around him.

    No team.

    No safety.

    Just Leon, armed with:

    Echofang ¨C Reverb Titan Shellbone Integrated

    Wyrmlord Volt Core ¨C Echo Delay Amplification

    Echo Heart Core Fragment ¨C Temporal Recall Layer

    Trial Type: Solo Gauntlet ¨C Adaptive Echo Combat

    Waves: 3 Combat Stages + 1 Echo Champion

    A surge of light struck the platform¡ªand from it formed three Arc Riders, agile storm knights in mirrored armor, riding on discs of magnetic energy. They moved with electromagnetic whips and split-second bursts of pulse-teleportation.

    Leon didn''t blink.

    He let them come.

    First rider: slashed¡ªLeon countered with Karmic Loop Snap, rebounding the whip back with a burst recoil and flipping the rider midair.

    Second rider: blinked forward¡ªLeon anticipated the shift and used Temporal Recall Frame¡ªstepping backward into a prior heartbeat and slashing from the past.

    Third rider: feinted left¡ªbut Leon stepped forward, blade down, and whispered:

    "You''re too slow."

    A vertical wave of Shell Pulse: Origin Crash burst outward¡ªcutting all three clean through their echoes.

    [PHASE ONE CLEAR ¨C TIME: 01:42]

    The platform trembled¡ªthen restructured.

    A massive living forge-construct emerged, its limbs made of collapsed iron winds and thunderous gears. It wielded pulse anvils and could collapse rhythm into null zones¡ªcancelling echo effects.

    Leon grinned.

    "Perfect sparring partner."

    He disabled Reverb Recoil and fought manually¡ªeach clash between him and the construct sounding like an orchestra of thunder.

    The construct attempted a null slam¡ªLeon flipped over it, and embedded five echo delay marks into its back.

    "Tripart Echo ¨C Lag Collapse."

    Each mark detonated one after another. The forge shuddered¡ªand Leon shattered its echo core with one clean thrust.

    [PHASE TWO CLEAR ¨C TIME: 03:01]

 Chapter 367: Spiral Crown IV

    A figure emerged from a pillar of pulsing static.

    It was Leon.

    But older. Hardened. His armor engraved with battle-marks, and Echofang was larger¡ªtwice as thick, humming with Resonance beyond Tier IX.

    This was an Echo Shade¡ªa projection of what he could become. Or fail to become.

    They clashed instantly.

    Blade vs blade.

    Shell Pulse vs Shell Pulse.

    Reverb Chain vs Absolute Loop.

    Origin Flow vs Karmic Rift.

    The Shade didn''t speak. It didn''t need to.

    Leon could feel his own thoughts inside its moves.

    Each strike tested his resolve, his tempo control, and his future rhythm.

    At 40% health, Leon was forced to activate:

    Shell Reverb Form: Titan Loop Drive ¨C A sustained pulse mode where each echo move strengthens the next.

    He struck five times.

    The sixth came automatically, echoing across time.

    The Shade tried to block.

    But that sixth strike hit from the next second¡ªa future it couldn''t reach.

    The Shade vanished, nodding slightly as it dissolved.

    [PHASE THREE CLEAR ¨C TIME: 04:09]

    The clouds parted.

    A throne descended, borne by living lightning serpents.

    Seated on it was the last trial:

    AEZRAEL, THE STORMBEARER ECHO

    Clad in divine thundersteel, half-mortal, half-tempo ghost.

    He was the first to command echoes as living extensions of his mind.

    And now, he stood against Leon.

    "You''ve climbed far," Aezrael said, voice like crashing waves. "Show me if you''re worthy to rewrite the rhythm of the skies."

    Aezrael moved like a blade of pressure and insight¡ªeach step a beat, each strike a chapter.

    Leon didn''t hold back.

    He activated Karmic Loop + Absolute Return

    Chained it with Shell Pulse: Origin Collapse

    Integrated his Wyrmlord Volt Core¡ªcausing his echoes to delay-surge and hit unpredictably.

    Aezrael adapted fast.

    He began stealing Leon''s echo frames, using them against him.

    So Leon went further.

    He activated the Echo Heart Core¡ªcausing the battlefield to ripple with recorded frames of every battle he had ever fought.

    "I''m not here to repeat my past," he said.

    "I''m here to forge a new tempo."

    With that, he performed a strike he had never used before.

    Not practiced. Not learned.

    Just pure instinct.

    "Shell Pulse: Fifth Form ¨C FRACTURE REQUIEM!"

    A singularity bloomed from his blade.

    It swallowed Aezrael''s echoes, overloaded the tempo layer¡ªand for one second, the entire arena went silent.

    Then shattered like glass.

    Leon stood alone as the clouds parted.

    Light descended.

    A new forge formed around him.

    "Forge your blade, Rhythm Sovereign," a voice echoed.

    And he knew¡ªhis next step wasn''t a battle.

    It was creation.

    The forge wasn''t made of metal.

    It was built from rhythm itself.

    Spirals of silver clouds swirled around him, and floating crystalline anvils pulsed in harmony with his heartbeat. Every echo he had left in battle¡ªthe strikes, the steps, the pulses¡ªreverberated in this place.

    A voice¡ªcalm, ancient, resonant¡ªspoke.

    "You are Rhythm Sovereign. The forge bends to your tempo. Shape your blade with your truth."

    Leon stepped forward.

    He raised Echofang, now cracked at the edges, humming with a million battle-memories.

    With his left hand, he placed:

    Wyrmlord Volt Core ¨C Storm resonance and echo delay.

    Reverb Titan Shellbone ¨C Pulse memory amplification.

    Echo Heart Core Fragment ¨C Temporal anchoring and sync layering.

    Then, with his right hand, he reached into the forge and drew out a pulsing orb of Fracture Requiem Essence¡ªwhat remained after his final strike against Aezrael.

    [Forging Sequence Initiated...]

    Leon didn''t hammer.

    He conducted.

    Each motion summoned an echo of his past strikes.

    Each swing, every defense, every breakthrough¡ªreplicated here as phantom afterimages¡ªlayered into the blade.

    He infused:

    Tripart Echo''s triple-frame sync

    Absolute Return''s temporal rebound

    Karmic Loop''s cause-effect inversion

    Echo of Origin''s tempo memory

    Fracture Requiem''s reality-breaking resonance

    The forge began spinning faster. The blade glowed brighter.

    Then¡ªhe struck it once, not with force, but with clarity.

    Time stilled.

    And the blade shattered¡ª

    ¡ªonly to reform, smoother, deadlier, more elegant.

    [ECHOFANG ¨C FINAL FORM: TEMPOFANG, THE ASCENDANT SHELLBLADE]

    Base Type: Echo Pulse Blade

    Class: Mythic

    Passive: Records and amplifies battle tempo. Learns with user.

    Core Ability: Requiem Linkage ¨C When the user strikes at exact rhythm, the blade releases stored echoes as a synchronized cascade.

    Final Skill: Fracture Requiem ¨C Bend echo, time, and damage into a one-frame critical overload.

    Leon held the new weapon. It felt weightless, but when he moved¡ªit hummed with a layered resonance like a symphony trapped inside a sword.

    He closed his eyes.

    "I''m ready."

    The stormbridge opened again, descending from the sky-forge back to Thunderborne Arena.

    At the bottom, his team was waiting.

    Milim blinked. "You''re glowing."

    Roman smirked. "Told you he''d beat a thunder god and come back smug."

    Roselia tilted her head. "No. That''s not smugness. That''s clarity."

    Leon reached them. The arena crowd roared behind them, chanting "Rhythm Sovereign!" again and again.

    Naval, arms crossed, asked, "So... what''s next?"

    Leon looked up.

    Beyond Floor 302... was the unknown. New worlds. New echoes.

    But for now?

    He simply said:

    "We go deeper."

    The moment Leon returned to the team, a distant pulse echoed through the Tower.

    Not from the arena.

    Not from his weapon.

    But from the Tower itself.

    [System Alert ¨C Rhythm Sovereign Registered]

    "Cognitive Sync Layer Detected."

    "Granting clearance: Echo-Tier Constructs, Ancient Pulse Devices, and Sovereign Trials."

    "Your actions have resonated with dormant systems."

    Roselia blinked. "That... sounded ancient."

    Liliana shivered. "It wasn''t just a system notice. That felt like a voice from the Tower''s base layer."

    And then¡ª

    A symbol formed on Leon''s back¡ªvisible to all.

    An orbiting spiral of three lines crossed by a vertical fracture.

    The emblem of Echo Sovereignty.

    Echo-Tech Interface Unlocked ¨C Leon can now interact with ancient pulse-forged devices embedded across certain hidden layers of the Tower.

    Pulse Gate Recognition ¨C Certain floors (especially in the 310¨C399 bracket) have sealed areas known as Pulse Vaults. Only Sovereign-ranked Ascenders can access them.

    Authority Over Battle Tempo Fields ¨C In designated arenas, Leon can now shift the combat tempo field, controlling the rhythm of time in a local radius.

    Faction Attention ¨C Multiple powerful factions are instantly alerted:

    The Deep Harmonics Choir (Floor 350+)

    The Fragmented Clockbinders (Floor 370+)

    The Archive of Echoed War (Floor 390+, linked to ancient wars and memory combat)

    Milim looked at him. "So... we''re famous now?"

    Naval nodded. "More like watched. From now on, every major force with half a brain will either want to recruit us..."

    "...or remove us," Roman finished.

    Rather than moving up via the usual corridor gate, a different passage had opened from the Stormbearer forge:

    a sealed tempo corridor, humming with blue-gold echoes.

    Only Leon could open it.

    "Let''s see what kind of world responds to a Sovereign," he said, stepping forward.

    They emerged into a place like nothing they''d seen.

    The sky above wasn''t solid. It pulsed in rhythmic waves.

    Floating segments of machinery, libraries, and time-shards drifted like constellations.

    Clockwork dragons circled distant towers.

    Gears the size of cities slowly turned in the background.

    Fracture Gateworks ¨C an abandoned floor once used to store and calibrate ancient Pulse Relics. Now forgotten, glitched, and crawling with autonomous Echo Constructs and fractured A.I. echoes of long-lost Ascenders.

    Liliana looked around. "This place is dead."

    Leon tilted his head. "No. It''s dormant."

    A voice answered.

    "Incorrect, Rhythm Sovereign. This system remains online."

    A fractured humanoid form appeared¡ªa glimmering silver projection with half a face, haloed by gears.

    "I am Key-Voice Astra.Loom ¨C caretaker of Gatework Sector Theta."

    "You have the pulse. Therefore, you may proceed."

    Astra paused.

    "But be warned. This floor is fractured because time bled backward here. Many entities who died long ago... still remember how to fight."

    Locate and stabilize 3 Pulse Nodes to unlock the Gateworks Core.

    Defeat rogue Echo-Construct Champions, some still carrying battle memories of heroes from 200+ floors above.

    Reforge and awaken a dormant Floor Guardian Core¡ªa potential ally or weapon.

    Leon''s blade hummed.

    Temporfang now began reacting to floor anomalies, almost like a compass... or a heartbeat searching for a rhythm to sync with.

    Roselia raised an eyebrow. "Where first?"

    Leon smiled. "Let''s find out what happens... when echoes meet echoes."

 Chapter 368: Echo Sovereign

    The air shimmered.

    Not with heat¡ªbut with memory. As if every molecule around them remembered being something else¡ªsomeone else¡ªat a different time. The moment Leon stepped forward into Floor 303, the ground beneath him sang softly, responding not to his footsteps... but to his presence.

    The forge behind them sealed itself shut.

    Gone was the arena.

    Gone was the sky of Floor 302.

    Now they stood in a half-broken cathedral built into a floating gear the size of a mountain. Above, fragmented domes of glass reflected not light¡ªbut fractured seconds. Timepieces hovered midair, ticking with no rhythm.

    And ahead...

    A shattered bridge led deeper into the Fracture Gateworks.

    "This place feels..." Liliana murmured, trailing off as her voice echoed in reverse for a moment¡ªlike the floor didn''t agree with the way sound worked here.

    "Unstable," Roselia finished. Her eyes scanned the horizon. "And yet... perfectly still. Like time''s holding its breath."

    Leon didn''t answer right away. His hand rested gently on the hilt of his blade¡ªTemporfang. The newly-forged weapon pulsed once, quietly, in sync with his heartbeat.

    And then it turned¡ªon its own. Pointing.

    Not north. Not forward.

    Just... toward something that once was.

    "There," he said.

    The team moved carefully through the remnants of what might once have been a training chamber.

    Steel dolls hung suspended in broken time-stasis. Battlefields were frozen in air¡ªsparks, impacts, spells locked mid-burst. Here and there, they found echo-fractures: slivers of light, barely visible, showing looped moments of long-past duels.

    Naval reached out to touch one.

    A whisper burst into the air:

    "Advance, Sector Guardian¡ªhold Floor 303 until override¡ª"

    Then silence.

    The echo collapsed.

    "These are combat recordings," Roman muttered. "But they''re alive. Echoes of fallen champions."

    "They''re angry," Milim added. "I can feel it."

    They didn''t have to wait long to see why.

    A pulse rippled through the ruin¡ªfollowed by a metallic shriek.

    From the far side of the chamber came a figure¡ªseven feet tall, clad in broken armor of a long-dead faction. Its face was gone, replaced by a cracked visor pulsing with fragmented echo-data.

    [ECHO CHAMPION: DRAEVOS THE FRAMELOCKED]

    "Time betrayed me. You will not."

    Leon stepped forward.

    Temporfang pulsed.

    Draevos moved like a skipping record¡ªeach step teleporting him a second forward. His sword blurred through air, fracturing space in twin slashes.

    Leon didn''t flinch. He let go of thought and let his rhythm take over.

    One strike to test.

    Two to adapt.

    The third to claim the tempo.

    He parried Draevos''s next blow, spun under the follow-up, and delivered a sweeping counter infused with Fracture Requiem''s Edge.

    It didn''t cut flesh. It cut the timeline the Echo Champion was using.

    Draevos flickered¡ªhis afterimage stuttering as it tried to correct itself.

    Too late.

    Leon moved again, his form blurring with residual echoes. He struck once, twice, three times¡ªand each impact sent Draevos backward through his own battle record.

    The Echo Champion fell to one knee. Static hissed through its mouthpiece.

    "Your rhythm..." it rasped, "...reminds me of the first Sovereign."

    Leon tilted his head.

    "You remember one?"

    Draevos''s eyes dimmed.

    "No... I was one."

    [TARGET DEFEATED ¨C PULSE NODE SECURED]

    One of Three Pulse Stabilizers Activated.

    As Draevos disintegrated, a ripple spread through the broken arena.

    A platform rose from the ground, humming with power. It unfolded like a flower¡ªrevealing a glowing core, shaped like an hourglass spilling light instead of sand.

    Pulse Node ¨C Gatework Sector Alpha ¨C Reactivated.Remaining: Two.

    Leon placed his palm against it.

    Temporfang lit up.

    He heard it again¡ªnot a voice, but a feeling. Something ancient. Proud. Waiting.

    The other nodes would not be so... merciful.

    Behind him, Roselia approached. "You okay?"

    Leon nodded. "This floor was abandoned. But not empty."

    Roman frowned. "And the deeper we go..."

    "...the more echoes we''ll find," Liliana finished.

    Leon turned, eyes sharp.

    "Then we listen. We learn. And we win."

    They set out again¡ªtoward the second node.

    Toward the next echo waiting to challenge him.

    They followed the pulse readings deeper into the broken facility.

    Corridors warped. Not physically¡ªbut temporally. Sometimes the light bent backwards. Sometimes Leon''s footsteps echoed before he took them.

    At one point, Roman turned a corner¡ªand came back out the other side, coughing and looking mildly annoyed.

    "Yep," he muttered. "This floor''s drunk."

    Then they heard it.

    Not a roar.

    Not a scream.

    Just a slamming rhythm, like fists against a drum made of steel and sorrow.

    And beneath it¡ªthree voices.

    All overlapping.

    All howling.

    They arrived in what used to be an arena¡ªan ancient training ring, half-sunken into broken gravity. Floating slabs of debris hovered in the air like landmines. Broken constructs twitched in the corners. On the far side, a glowing terminal pulsed with unstable red light.

    And from its heart¡ª

    [ECHO ANOMALY DETECTED ¨C DESIGNATION: CHIMERA FRAME]

    "I... I was Tyrend, Floor 276..."

    "No, I was the Screaming Fang, 312¡ªlet me OUT!"

    "WE ARE ALIVE! KILL TO REMEMBER!"

    It emerged like a beast of wire and pulse-matter¡ªthree upper torsos fused onto a central core, each wielding a weapon of a different tempo school: blade, spear, and chain. Its bodies moved independently. Its memories clashed. Its hatred unified them.

    Roselia stepped back. "That''s not just an Echo."

    Roman''s fists clenched. "That''s a data war."

    Leon drew Temporfang.

    "Then let''s make it hear one rhythm."

    The thing didn''t charge.

    It exploded forward.

    The spear head struck first, aiming for Milim¡ªbut Leon intercepted, Temporfang ringing out as it met the alloy shaft mid-air. He twisted the blade, redirecting the kinetic pulse, then slid low to avoid a sweeping chain strike from the left.

    The blade-torso lashed out next¡ªperforming a spinning combo copied directly from Floor 312''s battle recordings.

    Leon''s team split.

    Roman engaged the chain side, deflecting its range with short, focused bursts of raw Body Force.

    Roselia and Liliana covered the rear, using spatial field magic to disrupt the anomaly''s timing.

    Milim was everywhere¡ªher speed allowing her to bait and harass the beast''s confused minds.

    Leon?

    He was the tempo.

    Each time the anomaly adjusted, he altered the rhythm¡ªdelaying a strike by a heartbeat, doubling a step, skipping a beat to throw off its sync.

    "Tripart Echo¡ªCollapsed Sequence."

    He struck thrice in one instant. The anomaly screamed¡ªall three heads reacting differently¡ªone in fear, one in rage, one in agony.

    "You don''t remember who you are," Leon said quietly.

    "So let me end the confusion."

    Fracture Requiem activated.

    The strike did not kill the Chimera instantly. It cut through its last memory.

    Each head saw its past flash¡ªits final moment of life, its final echo, the moment of being lost.

    Then¡ª

    Silence.