《The Forgotten Path: Realm of Ascendance [A LitRPG Tale]》 Prologue In Eos, immortals defied the heavens with bodies made of literal stardust. Using just the force of their wills, they shaped the world in their own image. Millennia ago, these powerful cultivators ascended beyond the realm of mortals, transcending the boundaries of life and death, and entered the divine realm. The divine realm was a place of untold power, where cultivation reached unimaginable heights. The immortals, now god-like beings, constructed a system¡ªa framework that governed the lives of the people of Eos. They established levels, a measure of one''s strength and potential. But the knowledge of cultivation was erased from the collective memory of humanity. The immortals wanted to ensure their dominance and prevent anyone from challenging their divine rule. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. But what happens when an unwitting cultivator from a world beyond space and time finds himself stranded in this realm? ¡°Ugh,¡± groaned Midas as he pried opened his eyes. Chapter 1: We arent in Erideria anymore His mother had named him Midas, hoping that everything he touched would turn to gold. But in this world, gold held a different meaning. But let''s not dwell on that for now. At this moment, Midas found himself in quite a predicament. The diligent yet average cultivator embarked on a grand quest to find a legendary artifact known as the Tears of Amara. Rumor had it that these tears could enhance a person''s cultivation potential and help them break through bottlenecks. Midas had been stuck at the Peak of the Qi Condensation Realm for the past four years. While it wasn''t uncommon for twenty-year-olds to still be at this stage, those who remained were generally considered to have mediocre talent. Midas knew he wasn''t a prodigy, but he believed he possessed some degree of cultivating talent. At least he had achieved success in body tempering. Among the outer sect disciples at the Star Crescent Sect, only six of them, including Midas, had managed to achieve a copper body. This accomplishment had spared him from being easily defeated in daily sparring matches or expelled from the sect. However, Midas understood that he couldn''t rely solely on his Copper body to secure his position within the sect. He needed a breakthrough of some sort. And that''s how Midas found himself in a dimly lit cave, crouched before a shimmering oval-shaped mirror. He desperately hoped it was the Tears of Amara and not some cursed artifact that would transform him into a frog or, even worse, a cow. Suddenly, the beef jerky he had devoured earlier that morning didn''t sit well in his stomach. This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. "Well, here goes nothing," Midas muttered, bending down to pick up the artifact. As soon as he touched it, a blinding light engulfed him, followed by darkness. "Ugh," Midas groaned as he forced his eyes open. Grimacing, he attempted to sit up. He felt as if he had been trampled by a horse or his burly best friend, Reefer, whose physique contradicted his name. "I don''t remember that slimy merchant mentioning anything about passing out," he thought. Belatedly, Midas took stock of himself¡ªtwo legs, check; two arms, check; and the other... well, appendages down there, check. Leaning against the mossy walls of the cave, Midas''s senses heightened. Mossy? This wasn''t the same cave from the Hidden Depth Forest. He turned around, only to come face to face with a hairy torso, rising up to a slumbering giant of a face. It was the face of something that belonged in the seventh circle of hell. "Shit," Midas swore loudly, perhaps a bit too loudly. The beast stirred. With a deep breath, Midas instinctively reached for the qi that flowed within him¡ªthe vital energy that fueled cultivation. Instead, letters materialized in front of his face. "NEW USER DETECTED. INTEGRATING NEW USER WITHIN THE SYSTEM." "What?!" Midas wondered, dumbstruck. One thing was clear: he certainly wasn''t in Erideria anymore. Chapter 2: Awakening in a new realm Midas stared at the floating letters in front of him, his mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events. "New user? Integrating within the system?" he muttered, trying to make sense of the cryptic message. Before he could dwell on it further, a flurry of messages broke his musings. He glanced at the slumbering beast, which remained undisturbed. INTEGRATION ERROR. MANA ALREADY FOUND WITHIN THE BODY. RE-ASSESSING. RACE UPGRADES FOUND. REASSESING. Now he was truly lost. He waved his hands to try and remove the messages, but his hands simply passed through the letters. "What in the name of Lorian?" he mumbled. As the letter dissolved into thin air, Midas''s attention shifted back to the massive beast before him. Its colossal form sent shivers down his spine. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to run, but curiosity held him in place. This was a new beginning, a chance to unlock untold possibilities. Gathering his wits, Midas recalled the basics of cultivation. In this unfamiliar realm, he couldn''t rely solely on his previous knowledge. He needed to adapt and learn quickly. Closing his eyes, he reached deep within himself, seeking the wellspring of qi. To his surprise, he discovered a profound connection to the energy coursing through his body. It felt different, more potent and refined. Focusing his intent, Midas allowed the qi to flow through his meridians, harmonizing with the essence of this realm. His body trembled as unfamiliar energies merged with his own. A surge of power rushed through him, momentarily overwhelming his senses. When he opened his eyes, new words appeared before him. USER INTEGRATED. MANA LEVELS ESTABLISHED. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. LEVEL UP X11 RACE UPGRADED [F>D] View Status "Status?" he thought. As soon as he thought of it, words again appeared in his peripheral vision. Status Name: Midas Heartseeker Race: [Human (E) ¨C level 11] Class: N/A ¨C Please select a class Titles World walker; Paragon of humanity Stats Strength: 19 Agility: 17 Endurance: 20 Wisdom: 8 Intelligence: 8 Perception: 18 Willpower: 6 Vitality: 18 Toughness: 20 Free points: 55 He realized with a start that these letters represented his personal power and every aspect of his existence. He was still confused by the levels, but reasoned that they probably represented growth, just like in Erideria, where one began their journey to immortality at the Mortal Realm. After that came the Qi Condensation Realm, then the Foundation Establishment Realm, the Core Formation Realm, the Nascent Soul Realm, and finally the Immortal Realm. Each of these realms was broken down into sub-realms: Early, Mid, Late, and Peak. He had been stuck at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm for years. Although he felt that he had somehow surpassed that bottleneck. There were two rumored realms - the Celestial Realm and the Divine Realm, but they were just that: rumors and hearsay. Thus, it made sense that these levels represented growth, just like the different realms back home. Back home. How quickly he had accepted that fact? And why was he not bent down in a corner hyperventilating? He suspected some outside interference. There was no way he would be so calm normally after being wrenched away from his world and being next to an enormous nightmarish beast. The mystery of levels solved, Midas was still confused about what racial upgrades meant, or those titles for that matter. He was reasonably certain that the stats were just a numerical representation of his body and briefly wondered where he stood in terms of this world''s general population. But that was a thought for another time. He looked at himself and was shocked. His limbs, once unremarkable, now radiated a faint golden glow. A layer of ethereal mist enveloped his body, enhancing his presence. The connection he felt with the world around him seemed stronger, as if he could tap into its essence with ease. A spark of realization ignited within Midas. The Tears of Amara had not only transported him to this new realm but had also triggered an unprecedented evolution within his cultivation. This wasn''t just a breakthrough; it was a metamorphosis. Chapter 3: First battle With newfound confidence, Midas observed the beast before him more carefully. It was an imposing creature, its monstrous frame sprawled across the cave floor. The rumbling snores emanating from its colossal maw shook the cavern walls. Midas deduced that this creature must possess considerable strength and vitality. He straightened his back and looked around the room. He was definitely in a large hall of some sort, with the slumbering beast blocking its only exit. The room looked to be made of natural stone, yet had a manmade feel to it. Straightening his shoulder, Midas formulated a plan. He looked inside his dantain and realized with a start that he had reached the Foundation Establishment Realm. And he could still feel energies coursing through him. He had a feeling that he wasn¡¯t yet done with breakthroughs. He continued to channel his qi in the Star Crescent Cultivation Art. That was some rapid progress. It was time to put his newfound power to the test, and also attempt to leave this godforsaken cave. He couldn¡¯t stay here indefinitely. He would need sustenance and more importantly: some explanations. Evaluating the situation, Midas recognized the need for strategy. He analyzed the creature''s movements, searching for any weaknesses he could exploit. Its massive form seemed intimidating, but Midas knew that strength alone wouldn''t guarantee victory. He had to be swift, precise, and tactful. Drawing upon his heightened agility and perception, Midas circled the slumbering beast, plotting his attack. As he moved, the golden glow intensified, enhancing his reflexes and sharpening his senses. Cosmic awareness When the moment was right, Midas sprung into action. With a burst of speed, he unleashed a flurry of strikes aimed at the creature''s vulnerable spots. His fists, empowered by his increased strength, landed with precision and force. The creature roared and lashed out with his claws. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. Burst of stardust Starwrought Fists X 20 Midas danced out of the way of the admittedly languid swipe by the beast. Stepping to the side he landed a fist right at the creature¡¯s sternum. The beast bent over and roared in pain. Blow after blow, Midas chipped away at the beast''s defenses, unrelenting in his assault. He was briefly brought out of his battle reverie by the notifications, which he waved back away. The notifications went away, and he refocused on the beast. As the battle raged on, the cavern walls trembled, echoing the clash of titanic forces. Midas skillfully evaded the creature''s retaliatory strikes, relying on his heightened agility to dance around its powerful swipes. He tapped into his endurance and vitality, pushing his limits to maintain his relentless assault. Driven by determination and the desire for victory, Midas''s attacks grew more ferocious. His strikes became a blur of motion, his movements fluid and precise. The beast, once slumbering peacefully, now found itself overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of the transformed cultivator. With a final, decisive blow, Midas delivered a devastating strike to the creature''s weak point. A resounding roar filled the cave as the beast crumbled to the ground, defeated. Midas felt a rush of energy as, the beast¡¯s corpse scattered into motes of light. YOU HAVE SLAIN NIGHTSTALKER APE LEVEL 20 ¨C BONUS EXPERIENCE EARNED FOR KILLING AN ENEMY ABOVE YOUR LEVEL. 1200 XP GAINED. YOU HAVE GAINED A LEVEL X 3 YOU ARE NOW LEVEL 14. ¡°Ape?¡± Midas thought. ¡°What kind of messed up apes did this world have?¡± Breathing heavily, he stood triumphantly over the fallen creature. The golden glow surrounding him gradually receded, revealing his exhausted but victorious form. As the echoes of the battle subsided, Midas glanced around the cave, his eyes filled with anticipation. This new realm was teeming with possibilities and challenges. He had barely scratched the surface of what it had to offer. He thought ¡°status.¡± Status Name: Midas Heartseeker Race: [Human (E) ¨C level 14] Class: N/A ¨C Please select a class Titles World walker; Paragon of humanity Stats Strength: 19 Agility: 17 Endurance: 20 Wisdom: 8 Intelligence: 8 Perception: 18 Willpower: 6 Vitality: 18 Toughness: 20 Free points: 70 Chapter 4: Free points and class selection Midas possessed an unassuming presence, effortlessly blending into the crowd. Standing at an average height, his build neither imposing nor frail, he appeared ordinary. His tousled raven-black hair casually fell, partially obscuring his hazel eyes. However, it was his unique feature that truly set him apart¡ªan intricate birthmark in the shape of a golden tree leaf adorned his left cheek, capturing the gaze of those observant enough to notice. Despite his average talent and lack of success in cultivation, he radiated a quiet determination. With this unwavering resolve, Midas embarked on exploring the expansive structure before him. The cave had given way to a tunnel, constructed of the same smooth stone. Carefully treading forward, Midas strained his senses, alert for any lurking creatures. His copper body granted him heightened senses, enabling him to detect even the faintest of sounds within a 10-meter radius. Venturing deeper into the tunnel, Midas contemplated the recent surge of power he had experienced, taking another look at his status. To his surprise, he discovered that he had accumulated what were known as "free points" ¡ª a total of 70 of them. Since arriving in this world, he had gained 14 levels, resulting in the acquisition of 5 points with each level. Now, he had the opportunity to strategically allocate these points to enhance his abilities. Midas paused, considering his options. With the newfound power coursing through his veins, he needed to make wise choices. While strength and agility had served him well in battle, investing in wisdom and intelligence might provide a more balanced approach. Willpower would fortify his mental resilience in overcoming challenges, while vitality and toughness would ensure survival in harsh conditions. Moreover, he had a sneaky suspicion that intelligence held importance beyond simply raising his intellect. Thus, he decided to distribute his free points more or less evenly. Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. After careful deliberation, Midas allocated his free points as follows: As soon as he confirmed his choices, a crawling sensation crept under his skin, and his head felt as if it were expanding from within. The sensation intensified, causing Midas to wonder if he had made a mistake, before promptly losing consciousness in the middle of the hallway. His last thought was, "I seriously hope that beast didn''t have a friend or mate lurking about." An indeterminate time later, Midas awoke from his impromptu floor-hugging session. Though feeling a bit sore, he sensed new strength surging through him. His senses had sharpened, allowing him to smell and hear far better than before. Satisfied with his decisions, Midas felt a surge of confidence. He knew these improvements would better equip him for the trials ahead. With his allocation of free points complete, he wondered about the significance of selecting a class and how to obtain it. Just as the thought crossed his mind, a notification materialized before him, breaking his train of thought. The message shimmered in front of his eyes, demanding his attention. CONGRATULATIONS, ADVENTURER. YOU HAVE UNLOCKED THE CLASS SELECTION QUEST. SEEK THE SHRINE OF ASCENDANCY TO EMBARK ON YOUR PATH TOWARDS SPECIALIZATION. CHOOSE WISELY, FOR YOUR CLASS SHALL SHAPE YOUR DESTINY. Midas''s heart quickened with anticipation. The prospect of choosing a class held the promise of unlocking new abilities and refining his chosen path. Determined to make the most of this opportunity, he continued his journey through the tunnel, driven by the desire to find this elusive Shrine of Ascendancy. Chapter 5: Good will hunting Midas found himself searching for an escape from the confounding passages. As he continued exploring, he noticed the absence of the large beasts he had encountered earlier. Small critters scurried about, and Midas decided to leave them undisturbed, focusing instead on finding a path out. A slight draft of air caught Midas'' attention, guiding him in a specific direction. Intrigued, he followed the subtle current, hoping it would lead him closer to freedom. Although he could endure without food or water for extended periods since reaching the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm, his body still required sustenance. He couldn''t neglect the need to replenish his energy and hydrate himself. Continuing along the draft''s trail, Midas soon came across an opening, partially concealed by a large rock. Excitement surged within him as he realized this could be his way out. Utilizing his fists and honing his newfound skill, Starwrought Fists, Midas unleashed a powerful strike, shattering the rock barrier obstructing his path. The skills he acquired now flowed through him naturally, as if they were ingrained in his very being. He murmured, ¡°I think the system is just naming the skills I had already possessed in Erideria.¡± ¡°Well, nothing to it. The system certainly makes it convenient to use them.¡± Stepping out of the cave, Midas was awestruck by his surroundings. He found himself standing in the midst of a vast and dense forest. Towering ancient trees reached toward the heavens, their interwoven branches resembling an intricate tapestry. The air crackled with mystic energies, and the scent of unknown flora enveloped his senses. Unbeknownst to Midas, the forest around him was the Endless Forest. It was a treacherous expanse, fraught with numerous perils. It harbored monstrous creatures far stronger than anything he had encountered before. The forest was a place that even the most skilled warriors and mages hesitated to enter, its secrets and dangers known only to those who dared to venture within. Surveying his surroundings, Midas felt the stirrings of hunger. He looked around to see if there were any creatures nearby that he could hunt, while also wanting to avoid encroaching upon the territory of a powerful beast. Midas surveyed his surroundings and spotted a rabbit-like creature hopping from one rock to another. He was hesitant about hunting the cute critter but reasoned that he needed nourishment. However, all his qualms were quashed when the seemingly cute and ideally herbivorous animal unhinged its jaw to quickly snap up a small squirrel-like creature. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. Determined to satisfy his appetite, and now a little less guilty about his prospective hunt, he blurred towards the creature, taking care to execute a swift and clean kill. To his dismay, the experience gained from this low-level prey was reduced. YOU HAVE SLAIN LEPHORAN LEVEL 3 ¨C LESSER EXPERIENCE EARNED FOR KILLING AN ENEMY BELOW YOUR LEVEL. 20 XP GAINED. With the rabbit-like creature in his possession, Midas set about building a fire using the bushcraft skills he had cultivated during his childhood. A pang of nostalgia hit him as he remembered his mother. He had not thought of her in a long time. A mortal unlike him, Aria had passed away from bloodroot fever when he was just 11. Since then, he¡¯d lived at the mercy of others in his village, at least until it was discovered that he had the talent to be a cultivator and was promptly shipped out to the nearest large sect. Cutting the flow of memories short, he expertly gathered suitable materials, arranged them into a small campfire, and ignited it. As the flames danced and crackled, he slowly cooked the rabbit-like creature, savoring the aroma that wafted from the roasting meat. While enjoying his meal, Midas''s senses alerted him to the presence of a nearby stream. His parched throat yearned for a drink, and he hastened toward the source of the glistening water. Cupping his hands, he scooped up the cool liquid and brought it to his lips, savoring the refreshing taste. As he quenched his thirst, a thought struck him¡ªhe needed a way to carry water for future journeys. Contemplating the predicament, Midas considered the materials available in the forest. His gaze settled upon the sturdy bark of a nearby tree, a perfect resource to fashion a container. With determination, he set to work creating a makeshift water pouch, skillfully manipulating the bark to fashion a vessel capable of securely holding water. CRAFTED 1 POOR QUALITY WATERSKIN. 10 XP GAINED. ¡°Poor, huh? I dare you to create a masterpiece from nothing,¡± he muttered. Smarting from the system¡¯s description of his improvised solution, Midas continued to walk carefully beside the stream. Despite the system¡¯s derision, he felt that he was coping reasonably well, overcoming the challenges presented by the labyrinth, discovering the forest, and securing both food and water for his immediate needs. But little did he know, far greater trials awaited him within the depths of this mystical realm. As he skulked ahead, Midas''s thoughts turned to the next steps of his journey. He knew he had barely scratched the surface of the vast world that lay before him. Determined to unlock his full potential and face whatever perils came his way, he was resolved to find the Shrine of Ascendancy. Chapter 6: The Shrine of Ascendancy As Midas continued his journey through the Endless Forest, following the stream, he marveled at the diverse flora and fauna that surrounded him. Vibrant flowers in hues he had never seen before bloomed along the water''s edge, their fragrances perfuming the air. Exotic birds with iridescent feathers darted through the treetops, their melodic songs filling the forest. The forest seemed alive with magic, and Midas couldn''t help but be enchanted by its beauty. Suddenly, a deep rumble shattered the tranquility, jolting Midas to full attention. His senses heightened as he scanned his surroundings, searching for the source of the disturbance. Emerging from the dense underbrush, a massive creature revealed itself, its scales glistening with an emerald sheen. With razor-sharp claws and fangs, it exuded a palpable aura of power. Midas clenched his fists, his heart pounding with anticipation. This encounter would be the first true test of his strength since entering the Endless Forest. The beast lunged forward, jaws snapping in his direction. Midas swiftly dodged, narrowly avoiding the deadly attack. With deft agility, he countered, delivering a powerful punch to its flank. The battle raged on, Midas employing his combat skills with precision. He weaved and bobbed, evading the beast''s ferocious swipes and retaliating with swift and powerful punches. The clash of his fists against the beast''s scales filled the air, the forest seemingly holding its breath in anticipation of the outcome. Finally, seizing a well-timed opportunity, Midas unleashed a flurry of lightning-fast punches, striking with the precision of a seasoned warrior. The behemoth let out a bone-chilling roar before collapsing to the forest floor, defeated. YOU HAVE SLAIN FOREST DRAKE LEVEL 16 ¨C BONUS EXPERIENCE EARNED FOR KILLING AN ENEMY ABOVE YOUR LEVEL. 400 XP GAINED. The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. Breathing heavily, Midas wiped the sweat from his brow. The battle had taken its toll, but he knew he couldn''t afford to rest for long. Determined to press forward, he resumed his journey, the shrine of ascendancy beckoning him like a distant beacon. As he ventured deeper into the forest, a low growl caught Midas''s attention, causing him to whip around. Before him stood a wolf-like creature, covered in thick, matted fur, its glowing yellow eyes filled with a hunger for blood. Without hesitation, the creature lunged at Midas, jaws snapping menacingly. Midas met the attack head-on, his fists colliding with the creature''s gnashing teeth, resulting in a resounding impact. The beast proved to be agile and cunning, but Midas matched its every move with the fluidity of a true martial artist. They engaged in a fierce hand-to-claw combat, their movements blurring with swift strikes and evasive maneuvers. With each clash, Midas grew more attuned to his opponent''s tactics, discerning weaknesses in its defenses. Summoning his inner strength, Midas unleashed a combination of powerful punches and devastating kicks, each blow landing with precise accuracy. The wolf, unable to withstand the onslaught, crumpled to the ground, defeated. YOU HAVE SLAIN A MUD WOLF LEVEL 15 ¨C BONUS EXPERIENCE EARNED FOR KILLING AN ENEMY ABOVE YOUR LEVEL. 300 XP GAINED. "The wolf proved to be a much harder opponent than the drake," Midas pondered. "It isn''t always about levels alone. A creature''s wiliness and cunning also play a significant role. That probably explains the inconsistent XP gains. The intensity of the battle likely affects the rewards as well." Though weary by the battles, Midas pressed onward, his determination unyielding. Soon, he stumbled upon a clearing within the forest, where a magnificent temple-like structure stood tall and proud. Intrigued, he approached the entrance adorned with intricately carved statues of elf-like beings. Entering the temple, Midas marveled at the grandeur within. The air hummed with ancient energy, and the walls were adorned with murals depicting epic battles and heroic deeds. As he ventured deeper into the temple, he discovered a chamber with a dull crystal peeking out. Midas felt an inexplicable draw to the crystal and, against his better judgment, placed his palm upon it. In an instant, he found himself in a white room, surrounded by eight pedestals. Chapter 7: Celestial fist As, he looked around, realization dawned upon Midas. This was the Shrine of Ascendancy, where adventurers chose their path to ultimate power. Excitement surged through him as he read the inscriptions below each pedestal. The pedestals varied in color¡ªcopper for common classes, silver for rare classes, and gold for epic classes. The first copper pedestal displayed the class "Spellsword," while the second held the class "Battlemage." Moving ahead to the silver pedestal marked "Rare," Midas discovered two classes¡ª "Arcane Knight" and "Blade Dancer." The shining gold pedestal boasted epic classes¡ª "Voidwalker" and "Stormbringer." Finally, Midas''s gaze fell upon the last pedestal, which was black in color and held a single legendary class¡ª "Celestial Fist." Midas focused his attention on the first class, and a description appeared before him: Spellsword: A versatile class that combines the skills of a warrior and a mage. Spellswords wield weapons with proficiency while harnessing elemental magic to enhance their attacks and defend against magical threats. "That seems like a good fit," Midas thought. "But let me explore all the other options." He carefully read the descriptions of each class: Battlemage: A class that excels in both physical combat and spellcasting. Battlemages are skilled warriors who have honed their magical abilities to augment their attacks, cast protective spells, and unleash devastating elemental spells on their enemies. Arcane Knight: A rare class that merges the precision of a knight with the arcane arts. Arcane Knights possess enchanted weapons and armor, empowering their strikes with magical energy. They can also manipulate magical barriers and launch offensive spells, making them formidable foes on the battlefield. Blade Dancer: This rare class combines the grace of a dancer with deadly swordsmanship and magical prowess. Blade Dancers are known for their unparalleled agility and fluid combat style. They weave intricate sword techniques with spells that enhance their speed, agility, and enchant their blades for devastating strikes. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Voidwalker: An epic class that delves into the forbidden powers of the void. Voidwalkers have the ability to manipulate and channel the dark energy of the void. They can summon shadowy allies, unleash devastating void-based spells, and manipulate the fabric of reality to their advantage. Stormbringer: An epic class that harnesses the raw power of storms and elements. Stormbringers can summon lightning bolts, conjure tornadoes, and control the weather itself. They are capable of devastating area-of-effect attacks and can buff themselves with elemental enhancements, making them a force to be reckoned with. Some of these classes sounded amazing. The Stormbringer class, for example, could wreak havoc. Midas briefly imagined himself raining down lightning upon his opponents. However, reality hit him like a splash of cold water. He had never been adept at elemental qi arts, excelling instead in body forging and personal combat. He needed a class that combined qi with his combat ability. Although, do they call it qi here? Midas wondered. With these thoughts in mind, Midas finally approached the last pedestal. Celestial Fist: This legendary class embodies the perfect fusion of martial prowess and celestial magic. The Celestial Fist masters martial arts techniques, combining them with sacred energy drawn from the heavens. They can strike with incredible speed, harness divine energy to heal themselves and allies, and unleash devastating punches infused with celestial power. Carefully considering his options, Midas weighed the pros and cons of each path. The two common classes offered a solid foundation, while the two rare classes promised unique abilities. The two epic classes seemed tantalizingly powerful. However, his eyes were irresistibly drawn to the black pedestal radiating an aura of legend. The legendary class promised him what he felt suited him best¡ªa path of discipline, harmony, and mastery of elemental fists and kicks. Without hesitation, Midas stepped forward and placed his hand upon the legendary class pedestal. A surge of energy coursed through him, intertwining his spirit with the essence of the legendary monks who had come before him. He felt the power of elemental forces flow within him, ready to be unleashed. YOU HAVE CHOSEN THE CELESTIAL FIST CLASS. THE CHOICE IS FINAL AND CANNOT BE ALTERED. GOOD LUCK, ADVENTURER. Chapter 8: Confidence – Lost and found As Midas ventured deeper into the endless forest, he contemplated his chosen class - Celestial Fist. It filled him with a renewed sense of purpose, but he also wondered about the celestial aspect of his class. While fire, ice, water, and earth qi were common elemental manifestations in Eriteria. Then there were more esoteric ones like space, time and void, among others. He wondered if celestial energy worked the same way. As he continued his journey, the forest seemed to stir with anticipation. The air crackled with energy, and the familiar tranquility gave way to an electrifying tension. Midas''s senses sharpened as he detected a low growl emanating from the underbrush, preparing himself for another battle to put his new skills to the test. Emerging from the dense foliage, a massive bear loomed before him, its size and strength undeniable. With fur as dark as the night, it possessed a raw power that commanded respect. Midas''s heart raced, but his resolve remained unshaken. Feeling a little more confident after his last two encounters, this bear''s aura seemed similar to that of the drake. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Midas said with a smirk. "Looks like I''ve stumbled upon a furry mountain in need of a good pummeling." The Dire Bear let out a menacing roar, its voice reverberating through the forest. Midas tightened his fists, feeling his celestial energy surging within him. He prepared himself to engage in a dance of fists and kicks, ready to prove his worth. The battle began in a flurry of motion. Midas''s strikes were precise and swift, each blow infused with radiant celestial energy. He weaved in and out, evading the bear''s mighty swipes and countering with powerful kicks. As the clash continued, Midas felt a surge of energy welling up within him, a new skill waiting to be unleashed. With a focused mind and swift movement, he delivered a spinning kick, unleashing a wave of celestial energy that engulfed the Dire Bear. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. YOU''VE JUST UNLOCKED YOUR FOURTH SKILL. CHANNEL THE ENERGY OF THE HEAVENS THROUGH YOUR LEGS AND UNLEASH THE CELESTIAL KICK. Midas grinned, feeling the celestial energy pulsating through his body. He launched himself into the air, extending his leg in a sweeping arc, as a brilliant burst of celestial light erupted from his foot. The impact sent the Dire Bear crashing to the ground, defeated. YOU HAVE SLAIN DIRE BEAR LEVEL 16 - BONUS EXPERIENCE EARNED FOR KILLING AN ENEMY ABOVE YOUR LEVEL. 500 XP GAINED. YOU HAVE GAINED A LEVEL YOU ARE NOW LEVEL 15. Breathing heavily, Midas surveyed the aftermath of the battle. He marveled at the strength he had displayed and the new skill he had acquired. However, his triumph was short-lived as a shadow passed overhead, catching his attention. Looking up, Midas''s eyes widened at the sight of a majestic creature soaring through the sky. Its wings spanned the horizon, and its feathers shimmered with a brilliant electric blue hue. As Midas gazed at the bird, it looked down at him. Frozen by its intelligent gaze, he could only watch as the beast continued on its journey. YOU''VE JUST UNLOCKED A NON-CLASS SKILL - IDENTIFY. Intrigued, Midas activated his newly acquired Identify skill, focusing his gaze on the bird. The world around him seemed to slow as he absorbed the information flooding into his mind. Thunderbird - Level 35. A behemoth among creatures, revered for its mastery over thunder and lightning. It possesses unparalleled speed and destructive power. Approach with caution. Midas watched in awe as the Thunderbird gracefully soared through the air, its presence a stark reminder of the vast power that existed within this world. For a moment, doubt crept into his mind. "Wow... I''m still just a speck in this vast world," he muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of admiration and realization. "There''s so much more to learn and discover. I must continue to grow." With renewed resolve, Midas pressed on, his fists clenched and was reminded of his mother¡¯s words, "Remember, Midas, strength is not solely defined by external power. It is the unwavering spirit within, the unyielding determination to become the best version of yourself." And so, Midas pressed on, his heart filled with celestial energy, ready to face the challenges that awaited him in the endless forest and uncover the secrets that lay hidden within. Chapter 9: Cultivating levels? As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the endless forest, Midas knew it was time to find shelter for the night. He had been pushing deeper into the forest for days, and the need for temporary refuge became undeniable. Spotting a small clearing amidst the towering trees, he decided it would serve as his sanctuary. With practiced ease, Midas constructed a rudimentary shelter using fallen branches and leaves, fashioning a crude roof to shield him from the elements. It wasn''t much, but it would provide a modicum of protection during the night. Settling down inside his makeshift abode, Midas found himself reflecting on his journey thus far. The battles, the skills, the newfound power¡ªall of it seemed like a whirlwind of experiences. But amidst the excitement, he realized how long it had been since he had sat down to cultivate. Curiosity piqued, Midas crossed his legs and focused his attention inward. He drew upon the teachings of the Star Crescent Cultivation art, letting its wisdom guide his practice. With a deep breath, he began to channel his celestial energy, allowing it to flow through his meridians and nourish his body. As he delved deeper into the cultivation, he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. The energy pulsed and radiated within him, filling him with a profound sense of vitality. It was as if the forest itself resonated with his practice, lending its support to his endeavors. Time seemed to slip away as Midas continued his cultivation, the hours passing in a seamless blend of focus and tranquility. And then, something extraordinary happened. He felt a sudden surge of power, a breakthrough in his cultivation. The celestial energy within him expanded, pushing him to the mid Foundation Establishment Realm. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. YOU HAVE GAINED A LEVEL X2 YOU ARE NOW LEVEL 17 Midas''s eyes widened in surprise as the notification echoed in his mind. Breaking into the mid Foundation Establishment Realm had granted him a substantial boost in strength and experience. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he realized the significance of this achievement. Not only could he gain levels by vanquishing monsters, but cultivating also offered a path to growth. As he contemplated his recent gains, a sense of longing crept into Midas''s thoughts. He missed companionship, the laughter and camaraderie that came with the presence of others. The forest, though beautiful, was a lonely place. Its unending expanse seemed to stretch on forever, leaving him yearning for the bustling streets and lively conversations of civilization. With a sigh, Midas assigned the points he had gained from his recent levels, feeling the surge of power coursing through his veins. Each point allocated made him feel stronger, sharper, and more agile. He could sense the improvement in his abilities, the honing of his skills. In the solitude of his shelter, Midas whispered to himself, "One day, I will find civilization again. The forest may be vast and unending, but I refuse to let it swallow me whole. I will seek out companionship and the warmth of human connection." With renewed determination, Midas settled in for the night. As he drifted off to sleep, memories of his old world, Erideria, danced in his mind. He recalled the bustling streets filled with people from all walks of life, the lively marketplaces with their vibrant colors and enticing aromas. Midas drifted into dreams, where the boundaries between his old world and the new one blurred. As he slept, he hoped that one day, he would find a way to bridge the gap between the two and weave a tale that intertwined the magic of Eos with the mysteries of this wondrous realm. Chapter 10: Interlude - Mori In the heart of the endless forest, where the ancient trees loomed tall and the whispers of nature wove a tapestry of mystery, a trio ventured forth. The sun''s rays filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows upon the forest floor. 18-year-old apprentice hunter named Morriana, affectionately called Mori, accompanied by her fellow apprentice companion, Neres, walked alongside their grizzled mentor, Boreas. Boreas, a seasoned hunter at level 15, had taken it upon himself to guide the young apprentices deeper into the forest, seeking out stronger beasts to test their mettle. The forest seemed to whisper secrets as the trio trekked through its depths. Mori''s sharp eyes scanned their surroundings, taking in the subtle signs of the forest''s inhabitants. Neres marveled at every leaf and insect that crossed their path. Boreas, ever watchful, shared his wisdom and experiences with his eager apprentices. "Remember, Mori, patience and precision are the keys to success," Boreas advised, his voice gruff but filled with a hint of warmth. "And Neres, keep your senses sharp. Sometimes, the forest speaks to you if you listen closely." ¡°WE KNOW, Boreas. We haven¡¯t reached level 6 by being complete idiots, you know?¡±, quipped Mori. Boreas grumbled under his breath about ungrateful children, while Neres just grinned at the grizzled hunter. The banter between mentor and apprentices was lively, their conversation punctuated by laughter and the occasional witty observation. As they delved deeper into the forest, the air crackled with a sense of anticipation. The beasts they encountered grew stronger and more elusive, challenging the apprentices to hone their skills. The forest itself seemed to test their resolve, and they embraced the challenge with relish. But amidst their explorations, an unexpected encounter shook the tranquil harmony. A piercing roar reverberated through the trees, followed by the ominous growl of a predator. The trio turned as one, their eyes widening at the sight of a level 22 Pyro Sabertooth Tiger, its fiery mane shimmering in the sunlight. Mori''s heart raced, knowing that the beast was beyond their current abilities. Panic threatened to take hold, but the bonds of camaraderie and shared purpose fueled their courage. Boreas, knowing the danger they faced, stepped forward to shield his young apprentices. "Go! Get out of here!" Boreas shouted, his voice filled with a mixture of authority and concern. "I''ll hold it off!" But Mori and Neres refused to abandon their mentor. With fierce determination, they stood at Boreas''s side, ready to face the beast head-on. Stolen story; please report. The battle raged on, each clash of claws and teeth a testament to the ferocity of the Pyro Sabertooth Tiger. Boreas, with his years of experience and honed skills, unleashed a barrage of arrows upon the beast. His Multi Arrow skill, a testament to his mastery of archery, allowed him to rain down a storm of projectiles upon their foe. But the relentless assault took its toll on Boreas. The strain of using his skills pushed him to his limits, draining his vitality with each shot. Yet, fueled by his unwavering determination to protect his apprentices, he tapped into the depths of his strength. With a grimace of pain, Boreas activated his Heart of the Hunter skill. The sacrifice of his own health became a wellspring of energy that surged through his companions. Mori and Neres felt a surge of renewed vigor, their wounds closing and fatigue fading. Mori felt her heart sink at Boreas''s selflessness, even in the face of danger. "Boreas, you dunce! Save your health and kill this overgrown kitty!" Boreas, his voice strained but filled with determination, replied, "You two are my responsibility, and I''ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Now, let''s finish this together." With renewed strength and a newfound resolve, the trio fought on. Their strikes grew bolder, their movements more coordinated. The Pyro Sabertooth Tiger, sensing their unyielding spirit, met their onslaught with equal ferocity. In the final moments of the battle, Mori and Neres unleashed a coordinated attack, both of their piercing arrow skill distracting the beast as Boreas drew his bow one last time. With a steady hand and unwavering aim, he released an arrow imbued with lightning ¨C his trump card, the lightning arrow skill. The arrow found its mark, piercing the Pyro Sabertooth Tiger''s vulnerable spot. A pained roar filled the forest, and the creature fell, defeated. Exhausted and wounded, the trio stood over their fallen adversary. However, the Pyro Sabertooth Tiger had proved to be a formidable adversary, leaving Boreas grievously wounded. Time seemed to slow as the realization of their mentor''s injuries sank in. Mori and Neres, their hearts heavy with fear and desperation, worked frantically to stabilize Boreas''s condition. They applied makeshift bandages and medicinal herbs, their hands trembling but resolute. "We won''t let you go, Boreas," Mori whispered, her voice filled with determination. "We''ll do whatever it takes to save you." Neres, his young face etched with worry, nodded in agreement. "We''re not leaving your side. We''ll fight for you, just like you fought for us." As the minutes turned into hours, their efforts bore fruit. Boreas''s breathing steadied, and color returned to his pale face. The wounds were far from healed, but his life hung on, and a glimmer of hope ignited within their hearts. Exhausted but relieved, Mori and Neres sat by Boreas''s side, their gazes fixed on their mentor. Boreas mustered a weak smile, his voice barely a whisper. "You two... you fought like true hunters. I''m proud of you." Tears welled up in Mori''s eyes as she reached out to grasp Boreas''s hand. "We couldn''t have done it without you, Boreas. You''ve taught us everything we know." Boreas''s eyes flickered with pride as he gazed at his apprentice. "You would have found a way Mori, you''ve always been a clever child." "Now let this old man rest,¡± he whispered closing his eyes. Chapter 11: Giant slayer Midas''s day began like any other in the endless forest, with the familiar routine of cultivation. He settled into a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and allowed the cosmic energy to flow through him. The Star Crescent Cultivation art enveloped him, its gentle guidance leading him deeper into his own potential. Feeling energized and attuned to the world around him, Midas set out to hunt for his morning meal. His keen eyes scanned the forest floor, searching for signs of movement. It didn''t take long for his gaze to lock onto a peculiar creature, that looked like a mix between a bird and crocodile. He identified it as Level 10 Rockeasant. With a quick burst of celestial energy, Midas sprang into action. His Star Wrought Fist struck with precision, pounding through the Rockeasant''s defense. After the creature was dead, Midas set about dressing the kill. The beast had a tough exterior, requiring precise cuts to reveal the succulent meat hidden within. As he sat down to enjoy the meal that he had roasted over fire, the forest ground beneath him trembled. A massive creature emerged, its serpentine form slithering through the earth. Midas''s eyes widened as he identified the beast. Level 25 Lindwurm: A fearsome creature with a serpentine body and thick, scaly plates. Masters earth manipulation and unleashes devastating earth-based attacks. Blends seamlessly into the surroundings, striking with deadly force. Requires strategic precision and adaptability to overcome its formidable defenses. The battle that followed was a furious dance of skill and instinct. The Lindwurm unleashed powerful earth attacks, each strike threatening to overpower Midas. But he wouldn''t yield. Drawing upon the celestial energy coursing through him, Midas unleashed his Celestial Kick, infusing each strike with radiant power. His Cosmic Awareness heightened his senses, allowing him to anticipate the beast''s moves. Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Midas then summoned his Burst of Stardust skill. The heavens answered his call as a dazzling display of celestial energy enveloped him and he became a blur. With each strike, he unleashed the full force of his celestial might upon the Lindwurm. The battle was intense, the clash of elements echoing through the forest. Midas fought with everything he had, sustaining minor injuries along the way. But in the end, he stood victorious. The Lindwurm fell, defeated. The triumph surged through Midas as the notifications flooded his vision. YOU HAVE SLAIN LINDWURM LEVEL 25 - BONUS EXPERIENCE EARNED FOR KILLING AN ENEMY ABOVE YOUR LEVEL. 3000 XP GAINED. YOU HAVE GAINED A LEVEL YOU ARE NOW LEVEL 21. He had gained four levels, his level skyrocketing. With a sense of satisfaction, he assigned his free points, strengthening himself uniformly across the board. He felt some minor discomfort as his attributes rose, however, it was bearable. Especially, when compared to earlier, when he had assigned free points worth 11 levels earlier. Midas reasoned that he could safely assign till 5 levels worth of points, without passing out As he reviewed his progress, a notification caught his attention. YOU HAVE GAINED THE TITLE - LESSER GIANT SLAYER TITLE AWARDED FOR SLAYING A LEVEL 25 MONSTER WHILE STILL BELOW LEVEL 20. THE TITLE BESTOWED WILL USHER IN A 10% INCREASE IN EFFICACY WHEN FACING HIGHER-LEVEL ADVERSARIES. Eager to continue his journey, Midas pressed on into the depths of the forest. His heightened senses, a result of his celestial cultivation, picked up faint sounds in the distance¡ªa battle, and the unmistakable clamor of human voices. Intrigued and fueled by the desire for companionship, he quickened his pace, determined to uncover the source of the commotion and offer his aid if needed. Chapter 12: Interlude – Mori Mori''s heart ached with worry as she and Neres tended to Boreas, their mentor who had yet to awaken. The brave hunter had fought valiantly against the Pyro Sabertooth Tiger, but his injuries had taken their toll. Despite their efforts, he remained unconscious, his breathing shallow. As they attended to him, the notifications flooded their vision, signaling the rewards for their victory. Both Mori and Neres had gained two levels. Boreas had gained a single level, and his Hunter class, just like their Apprentice Hunter class, automatically assigned points to agility, strength, and perception, neglecting vitality, which might have aided in his recovery. "I worry for him," Mori remarked, her brow furrowing. "He is a tough old man, but he is burning up. I fear that an infection has set in." Neres nodded in agreement; his eyes filled with concern. "We did our best to build him a temporary shelter. He''s always been our rock, and seeing him like this..." As night descended upon the forest, casting an eerie darkness, the weight of their predicament settled upon them. Being so deep in the endless forest with Boreas incapacitated, they felt vulnerable and exposed. The forest seemed to grow darker, reminding them of the perils that lurked in the shadows. They felt a cold tendril of fear, as if something was stalking them. Mori wondered if it was just their fears, or whether the higher ambient mana in the forest was playing tricks with them. Their fears manifested as if on cue when a monstrous figure emerged from the darkness. Mori recognized it immediately. She had read about it in the Bestiary during her classes at the local hunter academy. It was the dreaded Shadow Reaver, a beast with a chilling affinity for darkness. The mere sight of it sent shivers down their spines, the darkness seeming to swallow their courage. Trebling with fear, Mori identified the beast. Shadow Reaver - Level 16. A creature of darkness, this powerful beast strikes fear into the hearts of all who face it. Its shadowy form conceals immense strength and relentless determination. Approach with caution. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. A cold fist of fear gripped Mori and Neres, but they couldn''t abandon the fight. Drawing upon every ounce of bravery, they readied themselves to face the overwhelming foe. The creature''s presence exuded an overwhelming aura of darkness, its eyes gleaming with an unholy light. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, anticipating the clash between the hunters and the beast. Their weapons trembled in their hands as they launched their attacks, but their strikes barely made a dent in the creature''s defenses. With a primal roar, the Shadow Reaver lunged at Mori, its claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. She dodged and weaved, her movements fluid and agile, narrowly avoiding the beast''s relentless onslaught. Each swipe of its claws sent tremors through the ground, leaving deep gouges in the earth. Neres gathered his courage and, unleashed a barrage of arrows, their tips glowing with a faint ethereal light marking his Piercing Arrow skill. The arrows pierced through the darkness, finding their mark on the Shadow Reaver''s hide, but the wounds seemed to heal almost instantaneously, leaving no lasting damage. Mori''s mind raced as she assessed the situation. Their attacks were barely scratching the surface of the creature''s formidable defenses. The Shadow Reaver retaliated with devastating force, unleashing waves of dark energy that crackled through the air. Mori deflected the attacks with her hunter¡¯s dagger, each clash sending sparks flying in all directions. The battle seemed to stretch on endlessly, both hunters exerting every ounce of strength and skill. Mori could feel her muscles burning with fatigue, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She glanced over at Neres, who fought on, his eyes reflecting a mix of fear and resolve. Time seemed to slow as the Shadow Reaver launched its most ferocious attack yet. It summoned tendrils of darkness from the ground, ensnaring Neres in their inky grip. He struggled against the suffocating darkness, his cries of pain echoing through the night. Mori''s heart pounded in her chest as she made a split-second decision. Ignoring her own safety, she lunged forward, dropping her bow and slashing through the tendrils with all her strength. The darkness recoiled, releasing Neres from its clutches. Blood trickled from her wounds, but she paid it no mind, her sole focus on protecting her companion. Neres lay on the ground, unmoving. Mori, her body battered and her spirit wavering, desperately clinging to the hope that somehow, against all odds, they would emerge victorious and find a way to save Boreas. Chapter 13: A timely rescue Chapter: A timely rescue Mori stood her ground, her body covered in cuts and bruises, resolve etched across her face. Her hunter''s dagger trembled in her grip as she faced the formidable Shadow Reaver. She knew this could very well be her last stand, but she refused to back down. Behind her, Neres was still out cold, with Boreas still unconscious. As the Shadow Reaver lunged at her, its claws poised to strike, Mori prepared for the inevitable. But just as she braced herself, a thunderous sound reverberated through the air, causing the very ground to shake. In an instant, the Shadow Reaver burst into pieces, leaving Mori stunned and bewildered. Her eyes darted around, searching for the source of the commotion. And there, standing before her, was a stranger. He emanated an air of intensity, his presence commanding attention. Mori''s instincts told her that this was no ordinary individual. She instinctively used her Identify skill, a skill that allowed her to discern the level and attributes of other beings. As the information flooded her vision, Mori''s eyes widened in disbelief. Celestial Fist Level 25 The stranger before her was a level 25, a realm of power that was reserved for legends and the elite few. In her mind, Mori made connections, drawing upon the tales she had heard. The three famed army generals of her country, Verena, were rumored to possess levels ranging from 25 to 30. Boreas, her mentor, had reached level 15 after a lifetime of service in the feared ranger squad. The stranger''s presence and power could only mean one thing: he was someone of great importance.
Meanwhile, in a different part of the forest, Midas had heard the distinct sound of battle and rushed toward it, driven by a curiosity he had never felt before. Little did he know that his arrival would coincide with Mori''s desperate struggle. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. As he raced through the trees, his senses heightened by his newfound strength, Midas was suddenly ambushed by a pack of Lightning Hyenas. These fierce creatures, all level 25, surrounded him with their crackling energy, their eyes filled with hunger. Unfazed by the danger, Midas unleashed his star-wrought fists, his movements fluid and precise. Each strike landed with devastating impact, sending shockwaves through the bodies of the Lightning Hyenas. As their lifeless forms fell to the ground, Midas felt a surge of exhilaration, his battle instincts sharpened by the intensity of the fight. With the immediate threat neutralized, Midas''s attention shifted to the source of the earlier battle. He followed the echoes of clashing weapons and raised voices, his heart pounding with a mixture of curiosity and concern. And once there, he had quickly dispatched the nightmarish creature, who he assumed was weakened from the earlier battle. Amidst the aftermath of the battle, he laid eyes upon the young woman. She stood there, wounded but resolute, her gaze meeting his for the first time. Midas couldn''t help but feel a surge of admiration for this immense brave young woman who had faced the Shadow Reaver with unwavering courage. Midas, looked at her and then at two men lying on the forest floor behind her. They were both breathing, he could see. Clearing his throat, he addressed her, his voice still scratchy for days of unuse," Hello, I am Midas. Are you alright?" Mori blinked in surprise, her mind still reeling from the recent battle. She assessed Midas with a mix of wariness and curiosity. His presence alone commanded attention, and the power he had displayed against the Shadow Reaver left her in awe. Slowly regaining her composure, she nodded in response to his question. "I... I''m alright," Mori replied, her voice carrying a touch of exhaustion. "Thank you for your timely intervention. We were struggling against that beast." Midas nodded, his intense gaze scanning the area, his senses keenly attuned to their surroundings. "I am just glad that I could help," he remarked, his voice carrying a quiet confidence. "But it seems you handled yourself quite admirably. Few would have stood their ground against such a formidable foe." Mori offered a small smile, a mixture of pride and relief washing over her. "We''re hunters, trained to face the dangers of this world. We''ve seen our fair share of battles, but that... that creature was on another level." As the adrenaline began to subside, Mori''s attention returned to her comrades lying on the ground. "My mentor, Boreas, and my companion, Neres," she gestured towards them. "They need medical attention. We were on a mission, and it took everything we had to defeat the Pyro Sabertooth Tiger. I fear Boreas may have contracted an infection." Chapter 14: Recovery Midas''s gaze softened, and he knelt down beside Boreas, examining his unconscious form. "I''m no healer, but I may have some knowledge to aid in their recovery," he offered, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Let''s find a safer spot first, away from the lingering threats of this forest." Together, they carefully moved Boreas and Neres to a nearby clearing, where the moon''s gentle light cast a serene glow. Midas began rummaging through his bag, pulling out various herbs and bandages. Mori watched as he expertly prepared a mixture, his movements swift and precise. "You seem to know your way around healing," Mori commented, her eyes focused on Midas''s skilled hands. Midas shrugged, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "I''ve picked up a few things along the way. Life can be quite unpredictable, and it pays to be prepared. Besides, I''ve always been drawn to the arts of both battle and mending." Midas had already made up his mind about keeping the information about him being from a different world a secret. He did not know how he would be treated or what the repercussions would be, were he to reveal his origins. As Midas tended to their wounds, Mori took a moment to observe him. There was an air of mystery surrounding him, an enigmatic quality that intrigued her. She couldn''t help but wonder who he truly was and how he had acquired such incredible power. Curiosity getting the better of her, Mori finally voiced her thoughts. "Forgive me if this sounds impolite, but you possess a level of strength that surpasses most. Are you... someone of great significance? Perhaps a renowned warrior or a leader of a distinguished faction?" Midas chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the clearing. "I appreciate the flattery, but I''m far from being a renowned figure. Just a traveler, seeking his own path in this world. Names and titles matter little to me." Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. Mori nodded; her gaze thoughtful. "Well, you''ve certainly made an impression on me. To arrive in the nick of time and dispatch that Shadow Reaver so effortlessly... it''s truly remarkable." Finishing the makeshift treatments, Midas sat back, surveying his work with a satisfied expression. "It was necessary. No one should face such horrors alone. We''re all in this together, after all." As Mori absorbed Midas''s words, she felt comforted by his demeanor. With Boreas and Neres now receiving the care they needed, she turned her attention back to Midas. "I suppose we owe you our gratitude," Mori said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "You saved us, and for that, I''m grateful. But there''s still much we need to understand. How did you come to be in this area? And why were you drawn to this particular battle?" Midas''s expression turned guarded, a flicker of something unrecognizable flashing in his eyes. "Those are questions that may take time to answer. For now, let''s focus on your companions'' recovery.¡± Mori nodded, understanding the need to prioritize their immediate concerns. She glanced at Boreas and Neres, their still forms lying peacefully in the moonlit clearing. "You''re right. Their well-being comes first." With a newfound sense of purpose, Mori assisted Midas in tending to their companions. Together, they applied the herbal mixtures and bandages with care, doing their best to alleviate the pain and promote healing. As they worked side by side, a camaraderie began to form between them, born out of shared experiences and a mutual respect for each other''s abilities. As the night wore on, the forest around them grew quieter, the remnants of battle fading into the background. Mori found herself opening up to Midas, sharing stories of her training as a hunter, the challenges she had faced, and the dreams she harbored for the future. In turn, Midas spoke of his own journey, though he carefully skirted around the details that could reveal his true origins. Hours passed, and a peaceful silence settled over the clearing. Boreas stirred, groaning softly as consciousness began to return to him. Mori and Midas turned their attention to him, relieved to see signs of life. Boreas''s eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Mori''s. "You''re awake," Mori said, her voice filled with both relief and concern. "How do you feel?" Boreas managed a weak smile. "Like I''ve been trampled by a herd of stampeding Drakes, but I''ll survive.¡± His gaze then landed on Midas and the veteran hunter sat up a little straighter. ¡°And who would you be, young man?¡± Chapter 15: Revelations Midas offered a wan smile, acknowledging the question. "I am Midas," he replied, his tone friendly yet stern. "I happened to come across Mori during her battle with the Shadow Reaver and arrived just in time to lend a hand." Boreas studied Midas for a moment, his eyes sharp and observant. "Well, you certainly have my thanks for saving my young apprentice," he said, his voice gruff yet appreciative. "You''re not from around here, are you? Your clothing, they''re unlike anything I''ve seen in these lands." Midas chose his words carefully, still cautious about revealing too much. "I''ve traveled far and wide, but no I am not from around here," he replied vaguely. Mori interjected, eager to steer the conversation away from any potential discomfort. "Midas has been quite modest about his abilities," she said, a touch of pride in her voice. "He is level 25!¡± Boreas''s eyes widened at the revelation, and a deep sense of respect washed over him. "A level 25... That''s no small feat," he remarked, his tone filled with admiration. "You must have faced countless challenges to reach such a level of power." Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Midas nodded, not revealing the true nature of his powers or where they came from. "It hasn''t been an easy journey, but I''ve learned a lot along the way," he said humbly. As the trio continued to talk, the conversation shifted towards their shared experiences and the mysteries of the world they inhabited. Midas skillfully navigated the discussion, sharing stories without revealing too much about his own past. Mori and Boreas, in turn, spoke of the lands they hailed from, their experiences as hunters, and the creatures they had encountered. "I''m grateful for your help, Midas," Boreas said, his voice gruff yet sincere. "And I''m willing to trust that you have your reasons for keeping certain things to yourself." Midas nodded in appreciation. "Thank you for understanding," he replied. "I''ve learned that some truths are best kept hidden, at least until the time is right." Neres, too, began to stir, his eyes blinking open. He glanced around, confusion etched on his face. "What... happened?" Mori''s voice was gentle as she filled him in on the events that had transpired, from their battle against the Pyro Sabertooth Tiger to the unexpected arrival of Midas. Neres listened intently, his eyes widening in disbelief. "A level 25 Celestial Fist? That''s... unheard of," Neres remarked, awe lacing his words. Midas waved off the praise, a modest smile playing on his lips. "I''m nobody, just a wanderer who happened to be in the right place at the right time." Chapter 16: Hidden master? The group moved through the dense forest, Boreas taking the lead as they searched for a path that would lead them out. Sunlight filtered through the thick canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. Mori and Neres trailed behind Boreas. Mori couldn''t help but wonder if Midas was more than he appeared to be. His extraordinary strength and skill were unlike anything she had witnessed before. She imagined him as the revered head of a powerful clan, his true identity concealed under a cloak of mystery. Perhaps he was a hidden master, possessing knowledge and techniques known only to a select few. The possibilities swirled in her mind, and she found herself longing to uncover the truth. Neres, too, entertained similar thoughts. His mind conjured images of Midas as a legendary warrior, whispered about in hushed tales. He imagined Midas as the protector of a forgotten temple or the guardian of an ancient artifact. The more Neres observed Midas''s effortless dispatching of foes, the more convinced he became of Midas''s hidden power. Their speculation came to an abrupt halt when a thunderous roar shook the forest, causing birds to take flight and leaves to tremble. Before them stood a massive Stone Bear, towering over the group with its formidable presence. Its size and level, 28, indicated a formidable opponent. Midas''s gaze hardened, a flicker of determination crossing his eyes. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, positioning himself between the Stone Bear and his companions. The forest seemed to hold its breath as Midas prepared himself for battle. With a mighty swipe of its paw, the Stone Bear lunged at Midas, its massive claws cutting through the air. But Midas moved with a grace and speed that defied his appearance. He sidestepped the attack effortlessly, evading the creature''s strike with a fluid motion. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. The group watched in awe as Midas unleashed a flurry of precise and devastating strikes. Each blow landed with a resounding impact, causing the ground to tremble. The Stone Bear roared in fury, but it was no match for Midas''s skill and power. Within moments, the battle was over. The Stone Bear lay defeated, its hulking form motionless on the forest floor. Midas stood tall, his breathing steady and his gaze steady. It was as if the battle had been but a mere inconvenience. Mori and Neres exchanged wide-eyed glances; their suspicions confirmed. Midas was no ordinary traveler. His display of power only solidified their belief that he was harboring secrets, secrets that held the key to his true nature. The group gathered around the fallen Stone Bear. Mori''s eyes scanned the creature''s lifeless body, awestruck by the sheer power Midas had displayed. She couldn''t help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation, knowing that their path forward was entwined with the enigmatic traveler by their side. Boreas, who had observed the battle with a mix of amazement and wariness, finally spoke up. "Midas, your skills are nothing short of extraordinary. You possess a strength and mastery beyond anything I have encountered in my years as a hunter. I must admit, I am both impressed and curious." Midas''s expression remained calm and unreadable. "I appreciate your words, Boreas. I can only assure you that my intentions are noble, and I seek no harm to you or your companions. As for my skills, they are a result of relentless training and a determination to survive in this unforgiving world." Neres, still processing the sight before him, couldn''t contain his curiosity any longer. "But why the secrecy, Midas? Why not reveal your true identity and origins?" Midas''s gaze shifted, a hint of melancholy crossing his eyes. "There are truths that must be unveiled at the right time, Neres. Some paths are best walked step by step, and mine is no exception. For now, let us focus on finding our way out of this forest and ensuring the safety of everyone." Boreas nodded, understanding the weight of Midas''s words. "You speak wisdom, young man. The mysteries of this world are vast, and each of us carries our own burdens and hidden stories. We shall respect your choices and trust that you will stand by us when it matters." Chapter 17: Corrupted Midas couldn''t believe his luck. As they continued their journey through the forest, he marveled at how well his mysterious routine had worked on Mori, Neres, and Boreas. They seemed genuinely convinced that he was just a traveler with secrets, and it made him chuckle to himself. It wasn''t entirely a lie, after all. He was a traveler, and he did have secrets, just not the ones they were imagining. However, Midas knew he couldn''t let his guard down completely. He still had to be cautious about what he revealed and how he presented himself. The less they knew about his true origins, the better it would be for everyone. He had seen enough in his own world to know that some truths were best kept hidden, even from those you trusted. People are scared of things they do not understand; and even a cornered animal will lash out. His mind briefly wandered to the wars between the various sects in his world, and the purges carried by the zealous White Lotus Sect, on what they considered heretical cultivation ways. He shivered as he forced his mind into the presence. As the group delved deeper into the forest, they felt a sense of unease settling over them. The air felt heavy with an otherworldly presence, and the sounds of the forest seemed to grow more distant and eerie. It was as if they were trespassing in a realm that didn''t belong to them. Suddenly, a loud and bone-chilling howl echoed through the trees. The group''s instincts kicked in, and they started running, not knowing what was chasing them or why. They pushed themselves to the limits, Midas using his enhanced agility to keep pace with the hunters. "Any idea what''s after us?" Mori called out, her voice tense with adrenaline. "No clue," Midas replied, his eyes scanning their surroundings. "But it doesn''t sound friendly." As they ran, Midas noticed a set of footprints on the forest floor. They looked surprisingly humanoid, which was unexpected considering they hadn''t encountered any signs of civilization in the Endless forest before. Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. "Hey, take a look at these," Midas said, pointing to the footprints. "I think we might not be alone out here." Boreas furrowed his brow as he examined the footprints. "You''re right. These look too organized to be natural. But who could be out here?" Before they could ponder further, they stumbled upon a strange sight. A group of shambling figures emerged from the shadows, their movements slow and awkward. They resembled humans, but there was something off about them. Their eyes glowed with a sickly green light, and their skin seemed to pulsate with an unnatural energy. Mori raised her weapon, her voice laced with concern. "What are they? Are they hostile?" Neres checked his hunter''s manual and grimaced. "These are corrupted shamblers. They are humans who have been affected by some sort of dark energy, turning them into mindless creatures. They range from level 2 to 9, but their numbers could overwhelm us." Midas''s jaw tightened as he assessed the situation. "We can''t let them get any closer. We need to find the source of this corruption and put an end to it." With their resolve renewed, the group fought back against the corrupted shamblers. Midas used his star-wrought fists to deliver precise and powerful blows, while Mori and Neres displayed their hunter skills with deadly accuracy. Boreas, despite his injuries, fought with the determination of a seasoned warrior. The battle was fierce, but the group managed to hold their ground. As the last of the corrupted shamblers fell, they took a moment to catch their breaths. "This is bad," Mori said, wiping sweat from her brow. "If there are more of these corrupted creatures lurking in the forest, it could be a serious threat to anyone who enters." "We need to find the source of this corruption," Boreas added. "And put an end to it before it spreads further." Midas nodded in agreement. "Agreed. Let''s follow the trail and see where it leads us. There''s something strange going on in this forest, and we need to get to the bottom of it." As they followed the trail of footprints, the forest seemed to grow darker and more foreboding. The sense of unease lingered, but they pressed on, driven by the need to protect this world from whatever darkness was lurking within it. Chapter 18: A flurry of levels As Midas and his companions ventured deeper into the forest, the signs of corruption became more pronounced. They came across corrupted animals, their once vibrant and majestic forms now twisted and darkened by the malevolent energy. The air felt heavy with an unnatural aura, and the vegetation around them took on sickly hues. "This is getting worse," Mori remarked, her hunter''s dagger at the ready. "Whatever is causing this corruption, it''s spreading rapidly." Neres nodded, his bowstring taut as he aimed at a corrupted stag like creature in the distance. "It''s like a blight on the land," he said. "We need to find the source and stop it before it''s too late." As they pushed forward, the forest grew more treacherous, and the creatures they encountered became more dangerous. They faced a corrupted dire bear, its size and strength amplified by the dark energy. The battle was intense, but they managed to defeat the beast, each of them contributing their unique skills to the fight. "I''ve never seen creatures like this before," Boreas said, his voice filled with awe and concern. "It''s as if the very essence of the forest has been tainted." Midas glanced around, his eyes narrowing as he observed the sickly flora and the corrupted wildlife. "There''s a malevolent force at work here," he said, his voice steady. "And it''s growing stronger with every step we take." A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. As they continued their pursuit, they encountered a pack of corrupted lightning wolves, their eyes gleaming with unnatural energy. The wolves moved with lightning speed, striking from all directions, but Midas and his companions fought back with skill and determination. The battle was fierce, but they emerged victorious, though not without sustaining injuries. Midas felt a surge of power within him as he stood amidst the fallen wolves. His experience in combat had sharpened his skills, and the energy of the corrupted creatures had contributed to his growth. As the notifications flooded his vision, he realized he had reached level 30. He glanced at his companions, noticing their newfound strength as well. "Boreas!" Mori exclaimed, her eyes wide with astonishment. "We''ve gained so many levels in such a short time!" Boreas, too, was wondering the same. "I''ve gained five levels!" he said, disbelief evident in his voice. "That puts me on the same level as the commanders of our army back in Verena!" Midas couldn''t help but feel a mixture of confusion and realization. His cultivation and combat experience had allowed him to face off against high-level foes, something that was a rare occurrence for most people in Eos. Their rapid progress was a testament to the challenges they had overcome together. "It seems our journey together has pushed us to new heights," Midas said, a touch of pride in his voice. "But we can''t afford to be complacent. The source of this corruption still eludes us, and it''s up to us to put an end to it." As they pressed on, the forest grew darker, and the sense of danger heightened. They knew that whatever awaited them ahead would test their strength and resolve to the utmost. Chapter 19: Aegis of stardust Midas''s sat down under a nearby tree, as realized he still hadn¡¯t assigned his attribute points that had piled up from his past levels. His eyes scanned the options, considering how best to utilize the newfound power he had gained. He decided to seek his companion¡¯s help. "I''m torn between improving my strength and my agility," Midas mused, rubbing his chin in thought. "Both are crucial for my combat style." Mori chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. "With your incredible strength, you''ll be smashing through enemies like a wrecking ball," she said. "But agility will make you even more unstoppable." Neres chimed in, adding his opinion. "Don''t forget about perception. Especially if you have an awareness skill that relies on it. It just might end up saving our lives.¡± Midas nodded appreciatively at his companions'' insights. After careful consideration, he finally distributed the points evenly, maintaining a balance between strength, agility, and perception. As he completed the allocation, a notification appeared before his eyes: YOU ARE NOW LEVEL 30. NEW SKILL UNLOCKED: AEGIS OF STARDUST! Midas''s eyes widened in surprise as he read the notification. "Aegis of Stardust?" he exclaimed. "Sounds like a shielding skill. That could be incredibly useful." He focused on the skill description: If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.Aegis of Stardust is a powerful shielding skill that creates a celestial dome of shimmering stardust around the user, offering exceptional protection against physical blows and projectiles. The skill''s cosmic energy also grants passive healing to the user and nearby companions during its activation, aiding in the gradual mending of minor wounds and injuries. Please note that the shield''s endurance is dependent on the user''s perception and energy reserves, so strategic use is advised. Use it wisely to safeguard yourself and your allies in the face of formidable challenges. Mori and Neres leaned in to listen to him "A shielding skill is perfect for you, Midas," Mori said with a grin. "Now you''ll be even harder to take down." Midas smiled back, feeling a sense of satisfaction at his newfound abilities. "Indeed, it''s a welcome addition to my arsenal." Their attention soon turned back to the pressing matter at hand¡ªthe spreading corruption in the forest. "Do you think we''re getting closer to the source?" Mori asked, her brow furrowing in concern. Midas gazed ahead, the darkened flora and corrupted creatures a testament to the malevolent force they were chasing. "It''s hard to say," he replied. "But we have to keep moving forward. Whatever is causing this needs to be stopped." Boreas, who had been deep in thought, spoke up. "I''ve heard of something like this before," he said, his voice serious. "A few years back, there was a similar corruption in one of the forests within our kingdom." Midas''s eyes sharpened with interest. "Tell us more," he urged. Boreas nodded, recalling the stories he had heard. "It was a vile corruption that spread like a disease," he began. "The kingdom dispatched a squad of 25 elite mages, all above level 15, to deal with it. It took them weeks of intense battle, but they eventually managed to purify the land." "That sounds like a formidable task," Mori remarked, her eyes widening. Neres added, "To think that it took such a powerful force to clear the corruption... we need to be prepared for what''s ahead." Midas''s gaze swept over his companions, determination in his eyes. "We''ll face whatever comes our way together," he said. "However, we need to have a plan in place for when we reach the source.¡± Chapter 20: The best laid plans of mice and men Midas and his companions were hot on the trail of the corruption, their senses sharpened by the eerie presence that hung in the air. As they ventured deeper into the corrupted jungle, the signs of the malevolent force grew more pronounced. They came across other corrupted creatures - twisted versions of the once majestic animals that now roamed the land with a dark hunger in their eyes. "This corruption is spreading like wildfire," Boreas remarked, his voice tinged with concern. "We need to find the source and put an end to it." Midas nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning their surroundings. The once vibrant and lush forest now looked sickly and dark, the very life force drained from its once lively inhabitants. "We''re getting closer," Mori said, her hunter''s instincts guiding them forward. "I can feel it." And she was right. The signs of corruption grew more severe as they pressed on, the very ground beneath their feet tainted by its malevolence. As they followed a trail of corrupted footprints, which looked surprisingly humanoid, they couldn''t help but wonder who or what could be responsible for such a dark influence in the heart of the Endless Forest. The idea of people living in these treacherous lands seemed almost impossible, but the evidence was right before their eyes. Their journey eventually led them to a clearing where the corruption seemed to concentrate. Midas and his companions stared in disbelief at the eerie sight before them - a dilapidated manor standing in the heart of the corrupted jungle. The once grand estate was now a haunting shadow of its former self, with the twisted branches of corrupted trees reaching out like skeletal fingers, clawing at the very sky. An unnatural, sickly light emanated from within, casting an eerie glow that made them shiver. "This place gives me the creeps," Neres muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Mori nodded in agreement, her eyes never leaving the manor. "I can taste the corruption in the air. It''s so thick it''s suffocating." Boreas tightened his grip on his bow, his expression grim. "We have to be careful. There''s no telling what we might find inside." Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. As they cautiously approached the manor, they found themselves surrounded by a horde of corrupted shamblers. These twisted, grotesque versions of humans were once ordinary people who had succumbed to corruption, now driven by a mindless hunger for destruction. Midas held up a hand, halting their eager advance towards the corrupted manor. "Hold on, we can''t charge in blindly," he said, his mind already racing with thoughts. "This corruption is strong. As I said before, we need a plan if we''re going to deal with it effectively." Boreas and Mori nodded in agreement, realizing the wisdom in his words. "What do you suggest, Midas?" Boreas asked, his veteran instincts attuned to the need for a well-thought-out strategy. Midas scanned the surroundings, his eyes landing on the corrupted shamblers "First, we need to thin their numbers," he replied. "We can''t afford to be overwhelmed by their sheer force. Right now, we need to be quiet as a mouse.¡± Neres chimed in, his eyes darting from one enemy to another. "Perhaps we can draw some of them away from the main group," he suggested. "That way, we won''t have to face all of them at once." Mori''s keen hunter''s mind picked up on Neres''s idea. "We could create distractions, lure them away with well-timed arrows and stealthy movements," she said. Midas''s keen senses caught the faintest sound of one of his companions stepping on a twig, and he quickly motioned for his companions to stay quiet. Unfortunately, it was already too late. The shamblers turned their rotten gazes toward the intruders, their ghastly faces contorting into grotesque smiles. "Well, so much for being quiet," Mori quipped, her voice laced with sarcasm. With a loud battle cry, the shamblers charged at them, their movements erratic and wild. Midas and his companions fought with all their might, fending off the relentless onslaught. But the shamblers weren''t alone - leading the charge were the Death Knights, towering figures clad in corrupted armor. Midas identified one of them. Death Knight, Level 28 Description: Death Knights are formidable corrupted warriors, once noble knights or skilled fighters who fell victim to the darkness of corruption. Now serving as commanders of the corrupted armies, they wield powerful and malevolent weapons, capable of dealing devastating blows. Their dark aura enhances the strength and abilities of the corrupted creatures they lead, making them a formidable force to reckon with. Extreme caution is advised when facing Death Knights, as their combat skills and cunning tactics make them a dire threat to any who oppose them. "These must be the ones controlling the horde," Boreas shouted, shooting an arrow straight through the eye socket of one of the Death Knights. The arrow just bounced back. Midas''s Aegis of Stardust shielded them from the worst of the attacks, but it was clear that the fight was taking its toll. The hoard seemed endless, and for every shambler they defeated, two more took its place. "We have to get to the source of the corruption," Midas called out, his voice determined. "The manor, it''s the key!" Chapter 21: Echoes of the past Mori''s voice carried a note of urgency amidst the chaos. "We need to skirt around the manor and see if we can enter from the back." Midas nodded. "I''ll clear a path. You three, make a dash for it." Midas launched himself into a furious assault against the corrupted creatures, his movements a blur of calculated strikes and fluid dodges. Amidst the turmoil, the group maneuvered skillfully, taking advantage of Midas''s distraction to slip past the encroaching corrupted forces. After a few tense minutes that felt like an eternity, they found themselves at the rear of the Manor, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Stay close," Midas''s voice was a low, steady murmur, commanding their attention. "This place reeks of darkness. We need to tread carefully." Approaching the back of the manor, they moved with caution, every step measured. Mori''s perceptive eyes caught sight of strange symbols etched into the ground, a visual testament to the malevolent forces at play. Neres shifted his bow with unease, his grip tightening as his instincts kicked in. Boreas, a stoic figure of resolve, led the way, his steps guided by a calculating intuition. "Beneath this roof lies the wellspring of corruption," Boreas''s words held a resolute weight "We must purify this place and sever the grip of darkness that taints its very foundation." Midas''s agreement was palpable, his gaze unflinchingly affixed to the rear gate of the manor. A nagging sense of familiarity gnawed at him, a whisper of recognition that teased the fringes of his consciousness. As his fingers brushed against the ornate doorknob, a surge of energy coursed through him, and his surroundings shifted in a kaleidoscope of hues and distortions. In an instant, the world around him seemed to twist and warp. Midas blinked in confusion as reality itself seemed to shift. Before him, the forest vanished, replaced by a different scene entirely. He stood in a different time, a different reality. A past that felt foreign yet achingly familiar. His mother was there, alive and well. Midas''s heart pounded in his chest, his mind struggling to comprehend the impossible. "Midas, dear. The pears have fallen." His mother¡¯s voice penetrated his haze. Midas¡¯s gaze dropped to his feet, where an empty basket lay scattered with pears. He was drawn into this surreal dreamscape, his senses overwhelmed by a mixture of longing and disbelief. He moved through the moments of his daily life, every interaction colored by a sense of otherworldly magic. The world around him felt like a dream, a reality that he couldn''t quite grasp. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. And there she was, his mother, as he remembered her before the accident. Her laughter echoed through the air, filling him with a warmth he thought he had lost forever. Midas couldn''t help but be swept away by the illusion, the impossible becoming possible in this realm of dreams. Days turned into weeks, and Midas found himself embracing this reality. As the dream settled into a gentle routine, Midas found himself immersed in the ebb and flow of daily life. Mornings began with the aroma of freshly baked bread wafting through the air, leading him to the cozy bakery down the lane. There, he struck an unlikely friendship with the local baker, sharing stories and witty banter that filled the air with a sense of camaraderie. Evenings often saw him gathering with his childhood friends at the bustling tavern, where hearty laughter and heartfelt conversations filled the air. Amidst the clinking of mugs and the warmth of companionship, Midas found himself cherishing these moments of connection, a respite from the weight of the world he had known. And then, there were the days spent in the nearby forest, the rhythmic sound of his axe slicing through wood accompanying his thoughts. The firewood he gathered became a source of sustenance, a means to earn a living that echoed with a quiet satisfaction. In his interactions with the local blacksmith, he shared light-hearted jokes and exchanged playful banter, fostering a bond that was both genuine and heartwarming. In the company of his mother, Midas''s days flowed seamlessly, a tapestry woven with threads of affection and shared experiences. They cooked together, tended to their modest garden, and shared stories beneath the sprawling canopy of the starlit sky. It was an idyllic existence, a life that resonated with a sense of contentment that had long eluded him. As the dream stretched its ethereal threads, Midas''s nights were tainted by a peculiar unrest. The soothing embrace of slumber was punctuated by fleeting doubts, a whisper of uncertainty that challenged the very fabric of his reality. His mind became a labyrinth of questioning, and he found himself wrestling with a perplexing notion¡ªhad it all been a dream? Was the forbidden forest, Mori, and his companions mere figments of his imagination? With the dawn of a new day, Midas found himself confronted by his uncertainties. Gathering courage, he broached the subject with his mother. "I had a strange dream," he began tentatively, his words a hesitant revelation. "I possessed extraordinary powers, and I fought alongside companions." His mother''s response, however, was as perplexing as it was disconcerting. "Why did I name you Midas?" Her voice held a note of bewilderment, a poignant reminder of a memory slipping beyond her grasp. It was a sentiment she had always been sure of, an echo of certainty that now seemed to unravel within the confines of the dream. The tapestry of this dream world seemed to be woven with gossamer threads, a reality that seemed to waver between solid ground and shifting sands. Doubt took root in Midas''s heart, his sense of reality spiraling into a maelstrom of uncertainty. Chapter 22: Decay In this dreamlike reality, these moments of unease punctuated the tapestry of tranquility. And then, his mother''s laughter, once a symphony of joy, occasionally wavered, her gaze clouded by fleeting moments of confusion. A subtle wrongness tainted the air, elusive yet undeniable, as if the threads of reality were beginning to fray at the edges. His mother, once radiant and whole, now bore the fractures of decay, her form beginning to disintegrate like ashes carried away by a wayward breeze. Midas''s heart clenched in anguish, the dream world unraveling before his very eyes. "It''s always been this way," his mother''s voice carried a distant echo, a haunting reminder of the dream''s impermanence. "Don''t you remember?" The signs of decay were insistent, impossible to ignore¡ªthe enigmatic symbols etched into the ground, like cryptic messages waiting to be deciphered; the sky painted with hues that defied the natural order of things, an unsettling canvas of distorted reality. Midas felt a growing unease, a sense that the dream''s grasp was slipping through his fingers, leaving behind an emptiness that mirrored his heart''s yearning. And then, a voice called out to him. A voice that cut through the dream, piercing the illusion with a raw intensity. "Midas! Midas!" He turned, his heart racing, and there she was¡ªMori. Her voice echoed in his mind, a lifeline pulling him back from the brink. He reached out to her, the threads of the dream unraveling around him. "Midas, wake up!" Reality shattered like fragile glass, and Midas''s consciousness was wrenched from the embrace of the dream. The corrupted manor loomed before him once more, its malevolent aura casting long shadows that danced upon the ground. Midas gasped for air, his mind spinning from the abrupt and disorienting transition. "Steady yourself," Mori''s voice cut through the chaos, her steady gaze a lifeline amidst the turmoil. She reached out, a reassuring touch grounding him in the present moment. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Midas nodded; his eyes still wide with the lingering enchantment of the dream. "I am here. Back in the forest," he whispered, his tone filled with bewilderment. Mori''s lips curled into a faint smile. "That''s a relief. But hold on tight, because we''ve got a bigger problem on our hands," she added, her gaze shifting towards Boreas, who was embroiled in an unexpected and heated altercation with Neres. The scene before them was a stark contrast to the usually composed and seasoned hunter they knew. Boreas seemed to be grappling with a conflict that transcended the physical¡ªa battle waged both within and without. Neres, though struggling, managed to hold his own, albeit barely, against the onslaught from Boreas. Midas''s brow furrowed, concern etching lines across his face. "What in the world is happening?" Mori''s explanation came in a hurried rush, each word a puzzle piece that painted a disturbing picture. "While you were lost in that dream, Boreas... changed. He accused Neres of unspeakable acts¡ªaccusations that make no sense. He''s ranting about Neres killing his family and son, even though we all know he doesn''t have a son!" Understanding dawned upon Midas like a chilling realization. It seemed that the same malevolent force that had ensnared his mind had now cast its dark shadow over Boreas. Quickly relaying this insight to Mori, Midas''s mind raced to find a solution¡ªa way to free Boreas from the clutches of this insidious control. "We have to break this hold on him," Midas declared urgently. "Before it drives him to do something irreversible." Mori''s eyes widened, her urgency mirroring his own. "Time is slipping away. We need to act, and fast." She gestured to the perilous dance unfolding before them, where Boreas''s knife and Neres''s agility were locked in a dangerous contest. Midas''s satchel proved to be a lifesaver once more, surviving the dimensional upheaval intact. With swift and practiced hands, he withdrew a vial of drake root powder, his fingers working nimbly despite the urgency of the situation. A dollop of wormwut paste joined the concoction, and with a spark from his flint, the mixture ignited into a vibrant green glow. His heart pounding, Midas lobbed the concoction toward the heart of the turmoil, where Boreas and Neres played a deadly dance. The explosion that followed was a cacophony of sound that echoed through the air, leaving a resonating ring in its wake. Midas could only hope that the disorienting blast would be enough to jolt Boreas from the grip of the entity''s control. As the echoes of the explosion subsided and the haze cleared, Midas held his breath, his gaze locked on Boreas. The veteran hunter stood, his features a mask of disorientation and confusion, as if a fog was lifting from his mind. Mori''s voice carried a note of tense anticipation. "Did it work?" Chapter 23: Salvos Boreas blinked, his gaze refocusing on the scene before him. For a moment, he seemed to teeter on the precipice of uncertainty, his eyes flickering between Midas and Neres. And then, with a deep inhalation, his grip on the knife wavered, and he took a step back. A sigh of relief escaped Midas''s lips as he exchanged a glance with Mori. It seemed that their gambit had paid off¡ªthe tenuous hold on Boreas''s mind had been broken, and he was back in control of his own actions. Boreas''s voice, tinged with a mix of disbelief and sheepishness, broke the tense silence. "What... What just happened?" Mori''s smile was both warm and reassuring. "You were ensnared by something dark, something beyond our understanding. But you''re back with us now, Boreas. And that''s what matters." Neres, his breath still coming in ragged gasps, added with a wry grin, "That was some quick thinking, Midas." Midas''s lips quirked into a smile, the relief of the moment tempered by the knowledge that their trials were far from over. "We can''t let our guard down. Whatever force we''re dealing with won''t relent easily." Mori''s gaze turned to the corrupted manor, its malevolence still looming over them. "Agreed. We need to cleanse this place, now more than ever. Whatever''s lurking within is not to be underestimated. Let us move ahead carefully" Midas and his companions stepped forward cautiously, their senses alert and every nerve on edge. Each footfall echoed with an eerie resonance as they navigated the dimly lit halls, the ominous silence broken only by the hushed exchange of words. "I don''t like this," Mori muttered, her voice a mere breath against the stifling tension. "It''s as if the very walls are watching us." Neres, his bow at the ready, cast a wary glance around. "And I''m not a fan of the feeling that something''s about to jump out at us." Boreas, his features a mask of steely determination, chimed in with a touch of grim humor. "Well, at least if something does jump out, we''re more than prepared to give it a warm welcome." Midas''s lips twitched in a half-smile, his companions'' banter serving as a brief respite from the foreboding atmosphere. "Let''s stay focused. We need to find the heart of this corruption and put an end to it." The exploration of the manor continued, their steps measured and deliberate. Strangely, despite the pervasive sense of malevolence, they encountered no monstrous creatures lurking within its walls. It was as if the very essence of the place had conspired to lull them into an unsettling sense of complacency. The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of winding through the labyrinthine corridors, they stepped into a grand chamber, its architecture hinting at a regal past now long forgotten. At the center of the room, an imposing throne rose, its intricate design a stark contrast to the surrounding decay. Seated upon the throne was an entity that exuded an aura of twisted authority. Midas''s gaze met the entity''s, and a shiver of unease coursed down his spine. The figure before them appeared almost human, yet something was undeniably wrong. The face was elongated, skin stretched too tightly over its bones, a sickly pallor casting an unnatural hue. Claws extended from its fingertips, glinting ominously in the muted light. "Ah, honored guests," the entity''s voice resonated through the chamber, each word impeccably enunciated. "How delightful of you to join me in my humble abode." The formal address hung in the air, its politeness taking on an unsettling edge. Mori, Neres, and Boreas exchanged wary glances, their inability to identify the creature fueling a growing sense of unease. "Who... or what are you?" Mori''s voice held a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. Neres''s grip on his bow tightened, his expression hardening. "And what is the meaning of all this corruption? What do you gain from it?" The entity''s lips curled into an eerie semblance of a smile. "My, my, so many questions. I am but an observer, a collector of sorts. The corruption you witness is but a fraction of my collection, a testament to the malleability of this world." Boreas''s voice dripped with skepticism. "Collecting corruption? What purpose does that serve?" The entity''s response was chillingly casual. "Oh, the purpose is as varied as the shades of darkness. Power, control, curiosity... There are many facets to the gem of corruption, and I am but a humble enthusiast." His chilling smile deepened, revealing its jagged, skeletal teeth. "But where are my manners? I am Salvos, known in some circles as The Undying King. A title befitting my eternal existence." As the unsettling conversation unfolded, the companions exchanged uneasy glances, their attempts to identify the entity met with the enigmatic response of the system: "???" Midas felt a weight pressing against his senses, a pressure that sought to shield the entity''s true nature from his perception. A surge of determination pulsed through him, and he pushed back against the resistance with all his will. And then, clarity broke through the haze, a revelation that sent a jolt of realization coursing through Midas''s veins. The system''s response was swift and unequivocal: Greater Lich - Level 42. Midas''s heart raced, a mixture of shock and understanding flooding his senses. The being before them was no mere entity¡ªit was a level 42, many levels above his own. Yet, as the weight of the revelation settled upon him, a quiet smile graced his lips. The lich may have held a formidable level, but Midas knew that his cultivation granted him an advantage beyond what mere numbers could convey. "You have played your hand, Greater Lich," Midas''s voice was calm and measured, his eyes meeting those of the creature without a hint of fear. "But you underestimate the strength of our resolve." The lich''s unsettling smile widened. "Ah, you have quite the discerning gaze. How charming. Let us see if your resolve matches the weight of your words." Chapter 24: The undying king The chamber seemed to tighten around them, the air growing cold and suffocating as Salvos''s unsettling presence filled every corner. The companions exchanged wary glances, the tension in the room spiraling to an almost palpable level. Midas''s voice cut through the silence, his tone measured yet challenging. "So, you collect corruption for your amusement? You thrive on the suffering and decay of others?" Salvos''s facade of politeness wavered for a moment, his lips curling in a snarl that revealed his jagged fangs. The sight was chilling, his inhumanity laid bare in that single expression. "You speak as if you understand the complexities of my desires, mortal." Mori''s voice dripped with disdain. "You may have amassed power, but you''re nothing more than a glorified scavenger. Feeding off misery, like a carrion crow." The lich''s eyes flashed with an otherworldly light, his form seeming to elongate as his inhuman nature asserted itself. The room quivered, shadows deepening into an abyss that threatened to engulf them. Black tendrils snaked out from the darkness, seeking to ensnare them in their suffocating embrace. Arrows flew and spells crackled through the air, only to meet an unexpected twist¡ªeach time an attack connected, the entity before them seemed to split into a spectral afterimage, leaving them to strike at nothing more than mirages. Frustration danced at the edges of their efforts, turning to alarm when Neres stumbled back, a fresh wound marring his side. Mori''s determined defense wavered as well, a gash appearing across her arm. Boreas was ensnared by the tendrils, and watched the scene with a dark intensity, his eyes alight with a flicker of something that bordered on desperation. Midas''s own struggles mirrored those of his companions. The physical attacks seemed to barely register against Salvos''s form, as if they were trying to pierce smoke and shadow. Yet, despite the odds stacked against them, he held on, his Aegis of Stardust offering a vital shield that kept him in the battle. As the battle wore on, Midas felt something within him stir¡ªa resonance that echoed with every clash, every desperate evasion. It was as if the battles they had faced had chiseled away at the limitations he had placed upon himself. A realization blossomed within him, the culmination of his journey marked by a breakthrough in his cultivation. Drawing upon his cultivation core, Midas channeled his qi in a way he had never done before. A blinding beam of light erupted from his outstretched hand, a superheated torrent of cosmic energy that tore through the air with the force of a supernova. The system''s response was immediate,. This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. New Special Skill Unlocked: Supernova Supernova is a powerful cosmic energy manipulation skill that harnesses the raw forces of the universe itself. By tapping into the fundamental energies that govern the cosmos, you can channel an intense burst of superheated energy in the form of a focused beam. This energy can incinerate, vaporize, or obliterate targets in its path, leaving devastation in its wake. The beam struck true, its impact a brilliant eruption that shattered the illusions that had plagued them. Salvos''s form wavered, and for the first time, an anguished cry tore from his distorted lips. His inhuman visage twisted in pain, his facade of invulnerability shattered by the power Midas now wielded. The companions seized the opportunity, pressing their advantage with renewed vigor. Arrows, spells, and strikes found their mark, each blow resonating with the culmination of their trials. The chamber reverberated with their efforts, shadows receding as the battle reached its climax. Salvos reeled, his form wavering as his multiple clones disintegrated into nothingness. The entity''s howl of rage reverberated through the room. Salvos''s once-imposing form crumbled, the tendrils of darkness dissipating like mist in the morning sun. However, the all important notification of the lich''s death never came. The companions looked at each other warily. Boreas''s gaze settled on the remnants of Salvos, his expression contemplative. "Liches have phylacteries," he said with a mix of certainty and concern. "They store their soul in a hidden vessel, allowing them to return even if their physical form is destroyed." Mori''s brows furrowed, realization dawning upon her. "So you''re saying that we might have just scratched the surface. If his phylactery isn''t destroyed, he could come back." Neres''s grip on his bow tightened. "We can''t afford to let that happen. If we''re going to end this, we need to find that phylactery." Midas nodded, his resolve unwavering. "Agreed. Salvos won''t stop until we put an end to him for good. Let''s search the manor, top to bottom, until we find that phylactery." Their determination renewed, Midas and his companions began to scour the chamber, their keen eyes scrutinizing every nook and cranny. The grandeur of the room now held an air of urgency, every piece of decayed furniture and every warped tapestry a potential hiding place for the elusive vessel that held Salvos''s soul. As they moved, the chamber seemed to shift around them, the once-dormant shadows whispering secrets of hidden passages and concealed compartments. Each step they took was punctuated by a sense of anticipation, the realization that they were on the precipice of uncovering the key to ending this relentless cycle of corruption. Neres''s fingers brushed against the frayed edge of a tapestry, revealing a hidden doorway that led to a narrow corridor. "I think we''ve found our path," he announced, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and caution. Midas''s replied. "Then let''s not waste any time. Whatever''s waiting for us, we''ll face it head-on." Chapter 25: The Primordial Hunter The narrow corridor stretched out before them, shrouded in darkness that seemed to swallow the feeble light. Each step echoed with a sense of foreboding, as if the very walls whispered secrets of ancient horrors. Boreas led the way, his keen eyes scanning for any sign of hidden compartments or concealed doors. His fingers brushed against the cold stone, tracing patterns only he could discern. "Keep your senses sharp," he advised, his voice a low murmur. "We''re treading on treacherous ground." Mori followed closely, her bow at the ready. Her senses extended, attuned to the slightest shift in the air. She glanced at Neres, a silent acknowledgment of their unspoken understanding. Neres brought up the rear, his bowstring taut, poised for any threat that might emerge from the encroaching shadows. His eyes flicked between the shifting patterns on the walls, searching for any anomaly that might betray the phylactery''s hiding place. The corridor seemed to wind endlessly, a labyrinth of twists and turns that seemed designed to confound intruders. Yet, the companions pressed on, unwavering in their determination. They knew that their mission held consequences far beyond the confines of the corrupted manor. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they stepped into a chamber that seemed to exist beyond the boundaries of time. The air was heavy with a palpable sense of ancient power, a resonance that pulsed through the very walls. At the center of the chamber stood a pedestal, upon which rested a vessel that emanated an ethereal glow. It was the phylactery, a seemingly innocuous object that held the key to Salvos''s immortality. Midas approached cautiously, his senses on high alert. He could feel the weight of responsibility settling upon him, the knowledge that the fate of their world rested in their hands. Boreas''s voice was a low rumble. "This is it. Destroying the phylactery will sever Salvos''s connection to this realm." Mori''s arrow was notched, her aim steady. "Once it''s done, there''s no turning back." Neres''s gaze was unyielding. "Let''s end this, once and for all." With a collective breath, they prepared to enact the final act in their battle against Salvos. The chamber seemed to hold its breath, shadows dancing on the periphery of their vision. Midas''s hand closed around the phylactery, a surge of energy coursing through him. He could feel the raw power contained within, the essence of Salvos''s soul trapped within this fragile vessel. With a decisive motion, he brought down his hand, shattering the phylactery into a thousand shards. The chamber trembled, echoes of the impact reverberating through the stone. A sense of finality washed over them, a realization that their mission had been accomplished. Salvos''s reign of darkness had come to an end. As they turned to leave the chamber, a subtle shift in the air caught Midas''s attention. He turned, his senses honed for any sign of danger. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. And there, in the shadows, stood a figure. It was Salvos, his form twisted and contorted, a grotesque parody of the entity they had faced before. "You may have destroyed my vessel," Salvos''s voice echoed with a sinister edge, "but you underestimate the depths of my power." With a surge of darkness, Salvos lunged forward, his form a blur of malevolence. The companions barely had time to react, their movements fueled by instinct and training. The chamber became a battleground, shadows and light clashing in a dance of cosmic forces. Spells crackled through the air, arrows flew true, and blades met darkness. Midas felt the weight of their struggle, the realization that their victory was not yet assured. Salvos was a force of nature, his power transcending the confines of his shattered phylactery. Suddenly, Mori was there, blazing brightly. She seemed to have reached some sort of a breakthrough, as her arrows seemed to carry a heavy weight. She let loose an arrow, that seemed to warp the very air around them. The arrow struck true. Salvos let out a guttural scream, his visage contorting in agony. The room seemed to quake, shadows recoiling from the onslaught. For the first time, Salvos showed vulnerability. His once-imposing form wavered, his grip on reality slipping. The companions seized the opportunity, pressing their assault with renewed determination. Each strike resonated with the culmination of their trials, a testament to their unwavering resolve. The chamber reverberated with their efforts, shadows retreating in the face of their onslaught. And then, it happened. With a final, resounding burst of energy, Salvos''s form shattered. The room quaked, echoes of the battle reverberating through the chamber. They stood amidst the aftermath, chests heaving, bodies battered but triumphant. Salvos was no more. Midas looked at his companions, a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration in their eyes. "What was that Mori?" He exclaimed. Mori''s gaze met his, a mixture of exhaustion and pride in her eyes. "It was like a floodgate opened within me, Midas. I tapped into something primal, something ancient. I... I can''t quite put it into words." Boreas stepped forward, his expression a mixture of respect and amazement. "Mori, you''ve transcended your previous limitations. You forced an evolution in the midst of battle. I''ve never seen anything like it. Check your class." "Primordial Hunter..?" Mori mumbled in awe. Neres, added with a grin, "Well, I suppose we''ll need to update the banners. Primordial Hunter has a nice ring to it, don''t you think?" Mori couldn''t help but chuckle, the levity a welcome reprieve from the intensity of the battle. "Let''s not get ahead of ourselves. We still have to leave this god forsaken forest" Midas nodded, his eyes scanning the chamber. Their victory against Salvos was a monumental achievement, but the echoes of their triumph were tempered by the knowledge that their journey was far from over. "We should leave this place," Midas suggested, his voice carrying a note of urgency. "Who knows what other remnants of darkness may linger here." Boreas''s eyes gleamed with determination. "And we need to ensure that Salvos can never return. Let''s make sure every trace of his influence is eradicated." With renewed purpose, they began to scour the chamber, their eyes sharp for any sign of lingering corruption. Each piece of shattered stone and warped tapestry was inspected, a thorough sweep to ensure that no vestige of Salvos''s malevolence remained. As they worked, the air seemed to grow lighter, as if the very essence of the chamber responded to their efforts. It was a silent acknowledgment, a recognition of the victory they had achieved. Finally, as the last remnants of darkness were cleansed, they stood at the threshold of the chamber, the weight of their mission settling upon them. Mori turned to her companions, her gaze steady. "This is it. Our journey isn''t over, but we''ve taken a monumental step forward." Boreas nodded, his eyes alight with a fierce determination. "We''ve proven that even the darkest of forces can be overcome. Let''s carry this victory forward." Neres grinned, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Who would''ve thought we''d be rewriting the legends? The Primordial Hunter and her stalwart companions." Midas''s smile was genuine, a sense of camaraderie binding them. "Our story is still being written. Let''s face whatever comes next, as one." Chapter 26: Embers of reflection The corrupted manor lay behind them, its malevolent presence a fading memory as the companions ventured into the welcoming embrace of the forest. The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a gentle silver glow upon the world below. As they made camp beneath a canopy of ancient trees, the crackling of a warm fire filled the air, casting flickering shadows that danced upon their faces. The sense of relief and accomplishment was palpable, their spirits lifted by the weight of their recent victory. Midas, gazing into the crackling flames, spoke first. "To think that we faced Salvos and emerged victorious. It''s almost surreal." Boreas, reclining comfortably against a moss-covered rock, added with a wry grin, "Well, we did have the Primordial Hunter on our side. Can''t say I''m surprised." Mori, ever modest, rolled her eyes playfully. "Let''s not forget whose idea it was to throw that vial of drake root powder." Neres, his bow resting beside him, chimed in with a chuckle. "It was a team effort, as always. We complement each other." Midas leaned back, feeling the warmth of the fire on his skin. "Speaking of which, let''s consolidate our gains. I reached level 42 during the battle¡ªa level unheard of in these parts, at least according to what you all had told me earlier." Mori raised an eyebrow, impressed. "That''s true, Midas. Isn''t our King level 33?" Boreas responded, "Or thereabout. He might have gained a level or two. Although even level 20 beasts are a rarity outside this forest." Neres nodded his agreement and added, "I''ve reached level 25, and Mori is at the same level. Boreas, you''re at 29. We''ve all grown significantly." The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Boreas nodded, a note of caution in his voice. "Indeed, we have. And with great power comes great responsibility. We must tread with caution from now on. Our strength will not be a secret for very long, and the power dynamic in our kingdom could shift with a simple word." Midas understood the gravity of Boreas''s words. "You''re right, Boreas. We must use our newfound strength wisely. Our goal is to protect our kingdom from the darkness that threatens it." Neres added, "And to help those who can''t defend themselves. We have a duty to the people." Mori''s eyes gleamed with determination. "Our journey is far from over. There are more threats out there, more battles to be fought." The night wore on, the crackling fire dwindling to a bed of smoldering embers. The companions had talked well into the night, swapping stories of their past adventures, the challenges they had faced, and the camaraderie that had grown among them. Boreas stretched his arms and let out a contented sigh. "You know, I can''t remember the last time we had a moment like this. Just sitting around, no monsters to fight, no impending doom." Neres chuckled, his eyes fixed on the star-studded sky above. "It''s a welcome change, that''s for sure. I was getting tired of being cooped up in that manor." Mori, her bow resting beside her, leaned back and stared into the dying flames. "It''s moments like these that make it all worth it. The battles, the risks, the trials... they lead us to nights like this." Midas nodded, a sense of gratitude washing over him. "I feel truly fortunate to have you all by my side. Without your guidance, I wouldn''t have made it this far." Boreas clapped him on the back with a grin. "You''re way too humble for your own good, Midas. You''ve saved our skins time and again. I''d say you''re well on your path to becoming a legend. Or rather you are already one. I don''t know a single person that can defeat you in a fair fight." Mori chimed in, her tone soft and sincere. "Thank you Midas, for everything." Neres glanced at the others, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Speaking of legends, I heard a rumor that there''s a hidden treasure deep within these woods. They say it''s guarded by a fearsome beast, but the rewards are unimaginable." Boreas raised an eyebrow. "I hope you aren''t referring to the Forgotten Ruins? As far as I know, its a myth. But, I''m always up for a good adventure." Mori grinned, her competitive spirit ignited. "And if there''s a beast, it''s just another challenge for us." Midas chuckled, feeling a sense of purpose among them. "Then it''s settled. After we''ve had some rest, we''ll embark on our next adventure. Together." Update: Midass status and some thoughts Status Name: Midas Heartseeker Race: [Human (E) ¨C level 42 Class: The Celestial Fist Titles World walker; Paragon of humanity Stats If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Strength: 94 Agility: 60 Endurance: 100 Wisdom: 20 Intelligence: 20 Perception: 60 Willpower: 15 Vitality: 80 Toughness: 95 Free points: 0 Skills: Starwrought Fist, Celestial Kick, Cosmic Awareness, Supernova, Aegis of Stardust So, I am sure some of you are wondering why the gamelit aspects of the story have been reduced. That is deliberate as, I am looking to create a more immersive experience, that sometimes gets interrupted due to numerous notifications. Also, in the story Midas has learned to not pay attention to each and every notification, and mostly just checks them after fights. If you would like me to display more notifications, then I am more than happy so do so. I have added a poll here so that I can make a decision accordingly. Happy reading! Chapter 27: Level cap The forest seemed to come alive around them as the companions ventured deeper into its heart. Shafts of golden sunlight pierced through the dense canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. The air hummed with life, the soft rustle of leaves and distant calls of birds creating a serene symphony. Boreas led the way, his senses attuned to every subtle shift in the environment. "Keep your wits about you, everyone. If the rumors are true, this treasure won''t come easy." Mori, her eyes scanning the underbrush, nodded in agreement. "And if there''s a fearsome guardian, we''ll need to be prepared." Neres, his bow at the ready, added with a grin, "I''m looking forward to the challenge. Imagine the tales we''ll have to tell." Midas couldn''t help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of uncovering something truly extraordinary. "Indeed. Let''s proceed with caution but also with confidence. We''ve faced worse odds before." As they moved through the forest, their conversation turned to Midas''s recent breakthrough in levels. Boreas glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. "Midas, you mentioned you''ve reached level 42. That''s impressive. Most humans cap at level 50, which is G grade." Midas nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Yes, but I''m already at E grade." The statement hung in the air, prompting surprised glances from his companions. Boreas, his tone incredulous, asked, "E grade? How is that possible? That''s a level of race that''s almost unheard of. You''d need incredibly rare treasures, coveted by royalty and nobility, to achieve that." Midas chuckled, a mysterious gleam in his eyes. "It''s... a unique circumstance. Let''s just say my path has been different." If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Mori and Neres exchanged a curious glance. Mori couldn''t help but voice the question that lingered in the air. "Midas, you''ve been a bit of an enigma since we met. Your past, your abilities... there''s a lot we don''t know." Neres added with a grin, "It''s like you dropped into our lives from another world." Midas''s gaze flickered for a moment, a subtle acknowledgment of a truth he wasn''t yet ready to share. "In a way, you could say that." Boreas chuckled, a note of disbelief in his voice. " You''re a walking enigma, Midas. But we respect your privacy. You''ll tell us when you''re ready." Midas offered a grateful smile, relieved that his companions were willing to let the matter rest. There were truths he wasn''t yet ready to reveal, secrets that held the key to his very existence. As the conversation shifted, Midas''s thoughts returned to the revelation that had come to him during the battle¡ªthe nature of his race grade. His copper body, a result of his body cultivation, was the key to his E grade status. It was a secret he would guard carefully, for now. As they ventured further, the forest began to change. The air grew cooler, and the sounds of wildlife shifted to those more befitting a deeper, untouched wilderness. Finally, after what felt like hours of steady progress, they arrived at the heart of the forest, a place where the trees seemed to part to reveal a hidden glade. In its center stood a stone pedestal, upon which rested a small, unassuming chest. Midas''s heart quickened. This was it¡ªthe treasure they had sought. The chest, while unremarkable in appearance, seemed to hum with a subtle energy, as if it held secrets waiting to be uncovered. Boreas, his keen eyes assessing the surroundings, cautioned, "Be on your guard, this might be the Forgotten Ruins. The glade feels ancient, and ancient things don''t give up their treasures easily." Mori approached the chest cautiously, her fingers tracing the intricate carvings on its surface. "There''s something about this... It''s not just a regular chest." Neres, bow still in hand, surveyed their surroundings. "We need to be ready for anything. Who knows what might be triggered when we open it." Midas nodded, his senses heightened. He reached for the chest, his fingers curling around its edges. With a deep breath, he gently lifted the lid. Chapter 28: The Arena Midas''s surroundings shifted in an instant. One moment he was in the tranquil glade, the next he found himself in a dimly lit chamber of stone. The air was heavy with the scent of earth, and the distant echo of growls filled the space. Before him stood a massive iron door, foreboding and unyielding. As he approached, it creaked open, revealing a narrow passage that descended into darkness. The descent seemed endless, a winding spiral of cold stone that seemed to stretch on forever. Finally, the passageway opened into a vast chamber, lit by the eerie glow of bioluminescent fungi. The sight that greeted Midas was both awe-inspiring and terrifying¡ªa colossal arena, surrounded by towering stone walls, with tiered seating that rose into the shadows. In the center of the arena stood a massive creature, its scales gleaming like polished obsidian. It was a Drakox, a monstrous fusion of dragon and ox, its eyes gleaming with predatory intelligence. Its level was marked at 45, and it exuded an aura of raw power. Midas''s heart pounded in his chest as he assessed the formidable foe before him. With a steady breath, he summoned his cosmic energy, the newfound Supernova ability coursing through him. He lunged forward, meeting the Drakox''s charge with a blast of searing cosmic energy. The battle was fierce, Midas''s every movement a dance of precision and power. The Drakox fought with the fury of a creature defending its territory, its breath weapon a torrent of scorching flames. Yet, Midas''s mastery over his newfound abilities proved decisive. With a final, concentrated blast, he struck the Drakox down. The crowd above roared in a mix of awe and bloodlust, their cheers echoing through the arena. Midas''s breath came in ragged gasps, his body battered but his spirit undeterred. As the dust settled, the iron door on the far side of the arena groaned open, revealing the passage to the next layer. Midas steeled himself, for he knew that the challenges ahead would only grow more formidable. Layer Two unveiled an entirely different landscape. The air was suffused with a noxious mist, the ground uneven with jagged rocks. A monstrous creature loomed at the center, a Gorgon Serpent, its massive coils adorned with venomous barbs. Its level was marked at 50, and its hiss sent shivers down Midas''s spine. The battle that followed was a deadly dance, Midas evading the serpent''s strikes while retaliating with precise bursts of cosmic energy. The Gorgon Serpent''s venomous fangs snapped perilously close, its sinuous form a symphony of lethal grace. But Midas''s resolve held fast, and with a final, well-timed strike, he brought the serpent to its knees. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. The arena roared in approval, the crowd''s frenzied enthusiasm a stark contrast to the lethal dance that had just taken place. Midas, though weary, felt a surge of determination. He was proving that even in this savage realm, he would not yield. Layer Three presented an altogether different challenge. The arena was now surrounded by roaring flames, the heat searing and oppressive. From the midst of the inferno emerged the Emberlord, a towering elemental wreathed in fire. Its level was marked at 55, and its molten gaze promised annihilation. Midas''s every move was now a dance with the flames, his cosmic energy swirling around him in a protective cocoon. The Emberlord''s attacks were relentless, waves of searing heat that threatened to consume all in their path. Yet, Midas pressed on, channeling his newfound abilities with unyielding determination. In a climactic burst of power, he unleashed a Supernova that engulfed the Emberlord in a blinding conflagration. The flames subsided, leaving behind a smoldering arena and a victorious Midas. The crowd''s roar was thunderous, a testament to the spectacle they had witnessed. Midas knew that with each victory, the challenges would only grow greater. But he was undaunted. Layer Four greeted Midas with an icy chill that cut to the bone. The arena was now encased in a shimmering glacier, the very air freezing with each breath. At its center stood the Frostwraith, a spectral figure wreathed in frost, its eyes gleaming with malevolence. Its level was marked at 60, and its presence sent waves of numbing cold through the arena. The battle that followed was a struggle against both the biting cold and the relentless assaults of the Frostwraith. Midas''s every movement was sluggish, his limbs heavy with frost. Yet, he fought on, determination burning hotter than any fire. With a final, desperate surge of energy, he shattered the Frostwraith''s icy form. The arena echoed with the shattering of ice, the sound a testament to Midas''s triumph over the numbing cold. The crowd''s cheers were a chorus of disbelief and awe. Midas knew that he was pushing the limits of what even the most seasoned warriors could achieve. Layer Five brought a change in terrain once more. The arena was now a tangled thicket, the air heavy with the scent of earth and vegetation. From the heart of the underbrush emerged the Verdant Behemoth, a colossal plant-like creature with gnarled limbs and eyes that gleamed with an otherworldly light. Its level was marked at 65, and its presence exuded a primal, untamed power. The battle was a dance of agility and precision, Midas dodging the Behemoth''s crushing strikes while retaliating with bursts of cosmic energy. The creature''s every movement seemed to shake the very ground, its attacks a testament to the raw, untamed force of nature. Yet, Midas held his ground, his determination unwavering. With a final, devastating blast, he brought the Verdant Behemoth crashing to the earth. The arena trembled with the force of their battle, the earth itself seeming to recoil from the unleashed power. Midas stood amidst the aftermath, chest heaving, body battered but triumphant. He knew that the challenges ahead would only grow more formidable, but he was ready to face them. As the crowd''s cheers echoed around him, Midas turned towards the iron door that led to the next layer. He knew that with each step, he was drawing closer to the heart of this enigmatic dungeon, and to the ultimate test that awaited him. Chapter 29: The Arena part 2 Layer Six revealed a stark contrast to the previous battlegrounds. The arena was suspended in the midst of a swirling tempest, the air charged with the crackle of electricity. From the heart of the storm emerged the Stormlord, a figure wreathed in lightning, its eyes gleaming with a wild, elemental fury. Its level was marked at 70, and its presence commanded the very forces of nature. The battle was a symphony of chaos and precision, Midas navigating the tempest''s wrath while retaliating with bursts of cosmic energy. The Stormlord''s attacks were relentless, bolts of lightning that seared through the air, and gusts of wind that threatened to send Midas hurtling into the abyss below. Yet, Midas stood firm, his resolve unwavering. With a final, monumental surge of power, he unleashed a Supernova that tore through the storm. The arena shook with the force of their battle, the tempest''s fury yielding to Midas''s unleashed power. He stood amidst the remnants of the storm, breathless but victorious. He knew that the challenges ahead would only grow more treacherous, but he was undeterred. Layer Seven brought a shift in terrain yet again. The arena now hovered above a churning sea, the air thick with the scent of salt and the roar of crashing waves. Emerging from the depths below was the Leviathan, a colossal sea serpent with scales that gleamed like midnight, and eyes that gleamed with an ancient, primal wisdom. Its level was marked at 75, and its presence exuded the raw power of the ocean''s depths. The battle was a test of agility and precision, Midas evading the Leviathan''s crushing coils while retaliating with bursts of cosmic energy. The sea serpent''s every movement seemed to shift the very tides, its attacks a testament to the relentless force of the ocean. Yet, Midas held his ground, his determination unyielding. With a final, concentrated blast, he brought the Leviathan crashing beneath the waves. The arena reverberated with the echoes of their battle, the sea''s fury yielding to Midas''s unleashed power. He stood amidst the aftermath, breathless but triumphant. He knew that the ultimate test awaited him, and he was ready to face it. Layer Eight unveiled a realm of molten fury. The arena was perched on the precipice of a volcano, the air sweltering with searing heat. Emerging from the molten depths below was the Magma Colossus, a towering figure wreathed in flames, its eyes gleaming with a primal, elemental fury. Its level was marked at 80, and its presence commanded the very forces of the earth''s core. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. The battle was a dance of fire and precision, Midas evading the Magma Colossus''s devastating strikes while retaliating with bursts of cosmic energy. The colossus''s every movement seemed to shake the very earth, its attacks a testament to the raw, elemental power of the volcano. Yet, Midas held his ground, his determination unwavering. With a final, monumental surge of power, he unleashed a Supernova that engulfed the Magma Colossus in a blinding conflagration. The arena quaked with the force of their battle, the volcano''s fury yielding to Midas''s unleashed power. He stood amidst the remnants of the inferno, breathless but victorious. He knew that the ultimate test awaited him, and he was prepared to face it. Layer Nine was a realm of desolation, where the very air seemed to wither and crack. The arena was surrounded by a wasteland of twisted, blackened trees, and the sky above was shrouded in an eternal night. Emerging from the heart of the darkness was the Shadowreaper, a figure cloaked in shadow, its eyes gleaming with an eerie, malevolent light. Its level was marked at 85, and its presence exuded an otherworldly, eldritch power. The battle was a dance of shadow and precision, Midas evading the Shadowreaper''s insidious strikes while retaliating with bursts of cosmic energy. The shadow''s every movement seemed to warp reality itself, its attacks a testament to the ethereal, eldritch power it commanded. Yet, Midas held his ground, his determination unyielding. With a final, well-timed strike, he banished the Shadowreaper to the depths of the darkness. The arena echoed with the remnants of their battle, the wasteland yielding to Midas''s unleashed power. He stood amidst the desolation, breathless but triumphant. He knew that the ultimate test awaited him, and he was ready to face it. Layer Ten awaited Midas with a sense of foreboding. The arena was suspended in the midst of a celestial tapestry, stars and galaxies swirling in a mesmerizing dance. Emerging from the heart of the cosmic expanse was the Starborn, a figure wreathed in stardust, its eyes gleaming with a profound, cosmic wisdom. Its level was marked at 90, and its presence commanded the very forces of the universe. The battle that followed was a dance of cosmic energies, Midas channeling the very power of the stars while evading the Starborn''s celestial strikes. The being''s every movement seemed to bend reality itself, its attacks a testament to the profound, cosmic forces it wielded. Yet, Midas stood firm, his resolve unyielding. With a final, monumental surge of power, he unleashed a Supernova that illuminated the celestial expanse. The arena resonated with the echoes of their battle, the cosmic tapestry yielding to Midas''s unleashed power. He stood amidst the remnants of the celestial dance, breathless but victorious. He knew that he had faced the ultimate test, and emerged victorious. As the echoes of the battle faded, Midas turned towards the exit of the celestial arena. He knew that he had proven himself in the eyes of this enigmatic dungeon, and emerged as a true champion. He felt a profound sense of accomplishment, knowing that he had pushed the limits of what even the most seasoned warriors could achieve. Update Hello folks, Sorry for the long hiatus. I was dealing with some personal and health issues, which made posting here very difficult. However, now I am back and will be posting twice a week. Additionally, I am also starting my Patreon, and would be glad if you support me on the platform.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Your support will help me being more regular withy postings as well. Hope to see you all soon! Here is the link: patreon.com/Thantos08 Thank you! ----------------- Chapter 30: Gains Emerging from the dungeon''s shadowy depths, Midas squinted as sunlight filtered through the forest canopy, casting intricate patterns on the ground. "Ah, daylight," he murmured, stretching his limbs. "I was beginning to think I''d never see you again." A familiar chime resonated in his mind. DING! Congratulations! You''ve leveled up. Current Level: 60 Midas couldn''t suppress a grin. "Level 60? At this rate, I''ll be challenging the king by week''s end." He took a moment to assess his progress. The dungeon had been a relentless gauntlet, but the rewards were undeniable. Alongside the significant level boost, a new skill had etched itself into his repertoire. New Skill Unlocked: Celestial Armor Summon a protective armor forged from the stars themselves. Provides enhanced defense and a 10% chance to reflect damage back to the attacker. "Celestial Armor," Midas mused. "Wonder what Mori and others would think of this." With a thought, he activated the skill. Ethereal light swirled around him, coalescing into a radiant armor that shimmered with the brilliance of a thousand constellations. He admired the spectacle, the ethereal runes on his arms and feet were breathtaking. "Perhaps I should charge admission," he chuckled. As he reveled in his newfound skill, a rustling from the nearby bushes caught his attention. A group of goblins emerged, their beady eyes narrowing as they spotted him. One, presumably the leader, brandished a rusty dagger and sneered. "Look, lads! A lone wanderer ripe for the picking!" Midas sighed, rolling his eyes. "Really? I just escaped a dungeon''s clutches. Must I now contend with you lot?"Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. The goblins charged, weapons raised. Midas stood his ground, a smirk playing on his lips. As the first goblin lunged, his Celestial Armor flared, reflecting the attacker''s blow back upon itself. The goblin yelped, stumbling backward. "Didn''t your mother ever tell you not to play with sharp objects?" Midas quipped. With swift movements, he dispatched the remaining goblins, the combination of his enhanced level and new skill making quick work of the would-be assailants. As the last goblin fell, Midas dusted off his hands. "Well, that was hardly a challenge." He glanced back at the dungeon entrance, then at the path ahead. The world was vast, filled with challenges and adventures waiting to be tackled. And with his recent gains, Midas felt more than ready to face them. "Onward and upward," he declared, setting off with renewed vigor. "Let''s see what else this realm has in store." As Midas navigated through the familiar forest path, the sounds of nature enveloped him¡ªthe chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, and the distant murmur of a flowing stream. It wasn''t long before he spotted a clearing ahead, where three familiar figures awaited. Boreas, ever the vigilant leader, was the first to notice his approach. "Look who decided to grace us with his presence," he called out, a hint of relief in his voice. Mori turned, her eyes lighting up. "Midas! We were beginning to think the dungeon had claimed you." Neres, lounging against a tree with his bow resting beside him, smirked. "Took your time, didn''t you? Did you stop for a nap?" Midas chuckled, spreading his arms wide. "Miss me that much? I had to make a grand entrance." As he joined his companions, Boreas''s gaze sharpened. "You''ve changed." Midas raised an eyebrow. "Is that your way of saying I look more dashing?" Mori stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she assessed him. "No, he''s right. Your aura... it''s different. Stronger." Neres nodded in agreement. "And that armor... it''s like nothing I''ve ever seen." Midas glanced down at his Celestial Armor, the ethereal glow still faintly visible. "Ah, this? Just a little something I acquired in the dungeon." Boreas crossed his arms, a serious expression settling on his face. "Level 60, isn''t it?" Midas met his gaze, nodding slowly. "Yes." Mori''s eyes widened. "That''s... remarkable. Most humans don''t reach beyond level 50." Neres whistled softly. "You''re full of surprises, Midas." Midas shrugged, trying to keep the mood light. "What can I say? I''m an overachiever." Boreas''s expression softened, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "We''re glad to have you back. And stronger than ever, it seems." Mori placed a hand on Midas''s shoulder. "Just promise us one thing." "What''s that?" Midas asked, tilting his head. "Don''t venture into dungeons without us," she said, her tone half-teasing, half-serious. Neres chuckled. "Yes, we wouldn''t want you hogging all the glory." Midas grinned. "Deal. Next time, we face the challenges together." "But what about the chest? What happened when you touched it" Mori asked. Midas then explained the various layers of the Arena, and how the challenges got more difficult with each layer. Chapter 31: Tailored trials Midas stood with his companions¡ªMori, Boreas, and Neres¡ªstaring the chest. ¡°This is it,¡± Midas said. ¡°The chest that unlocked my new armor. But it¡¯s not just for me. Touching it will lead you to your own trial dungeon¡ªan arena designed specifically for your strengths and weaknesses.¡± Boreas raised an eyebrow, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. ¡°And you¡¯re certain this won¡¯t be the end of us?¡± Midas smirked. ¡°It¡¯s a challenge, not a death sentence. Each of you will face an arena tailored to your abilities and current level. Trust me, the rewards are worth it.¡± Mori knelt near the chest, running her fingers along its intricate carvings. ¡°You¡¯ve already received your reward, haven¡¯t you?¡± Midas nodded, his Celestial Armor shimmering faintly as a reminder. ¡°Yes. But the chest is still active, and its trials will grant each of you tailored rewards based on how far you progress. The deeper you go, the greater the rewards.¡± Mori exchanged a glance with Boreas and Neres. ¡°So, how does this work? Do we all enter at once, or is it one at a time?¡± ¡°Individually,¡± Midas explained. ¡°You¡¯ll each face your own trial, and the arena will be scaled to your abilities. It¡¯s not about competing with each other¡ªit¡¯s about challenging yourselves.¡± With Midas¡¯s encouragement, Mori stepped forward first, placing her hand on the chest. The world around her blurred, and she vanished into the trial arena. Boreas and Neres followed suit, leaving Midas alone in the clearing. Mori found herself in a vast open field under a twilight sky. The arena was silent, save for the distant howl of wind. A bow materialized in her hand, glowing faintly with mana. A disembodied voice echoed through the air.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. ¡°Welcome, Mori. Each layer will test your agility, precision, and endurance. Your reward awaits at the sixth layer.¡± A wave of shadowy creatures appeared, their movements erratic but coordinated. Mori¡¯s heart pounded, but she steadied her breath. The first wave fell easily to her precise shots, each arrow infused with mana. By the time she reached the sixth layer, sweat dripped from her brow, but she stood victorious. Her reward materialized before her¡ªa radiant bow named Artemis¡¯ Last Stand. It required no arrows, drawing instead from her mana to fire powerful, unerring projectiles. The arena¡¯s voice echoed again: ¡°You have earned the Race Elixir. Your level cap has been removed.¡± Mori felt a surge of power as the elixir coursed through her veins. Her potential was no longer bound by mortal limits. Boreas found himself in a dark forest arena. The ground shifted beneath his feet, and the shadows seemed alive. His trial was one of endurance, forcing him to navigate treacherous terrain while fighting shadow beasts. By the fourth layer, he was bruised and battered, but his resolve never wavered. As he completed his trial, a gleaming shortsword appeared before him. The blade, named Warden¡¯s Fang, emitted a faint golden glow and was imbued with the power to break through magical defenses. Boreas also received the Race Elixir, feeling his vitality and strength soar. Neres¡¯s trial was a labyrinth of traps and foes, testing his speed and cunning. Silent and swift, he danced through the layers, evading danger and dispatching enemies with precision. By the fourth layer, he was exhausted but exhilarated. His reward was a pair of boots¡ªHermes¡¯ Steps. The enchanted footwear enhanced his speed and made his movements completely silent. The Race Elixir completed his transformation, and he felt his limits shatter. As the trio returned to the clearing, their eyes sparkled with newfound power. Mori twirled her glowing bow, Boreas tested the weight of his shortsword, and Neres marveled at the swiftness of his movements. Midas greeted them with a knowing smile. ¡°Told you it was worth it.¡± Mori grinned. ¡°You didn¡¯t mention it would feel this incredible.¡± Boreas¡¯s expression softened. ¡°You were right. This... this changes everything.¡± Neres chuckled. ¡°I think I¡¯ll get used to this.¡± Chapter 32: Boundless Growth The clearing in the forest was serene, the golden light of the setting sun filtering through the dense canopy above. It cast an almost ethereal glow over the group, who stood amidst the remnants of their recent trials, their breaths still heavy with the exertion of their efforts. Mori stood apart from the others, her hands tracing the curves of her new bow, Artemis¡¯ Last Stand. The sleek weapon shimmered faintly in her grip, exuding a quiet hum of power. She marveled at its weightlessness, its perfect balance. Tentatively, she drew the bowstring, and with no effort on her part, an arrow of pure mana materialized, crackling faintly with energy. The sound of the bowstring snapping back into place echoed through the clearing as she tested it. A smile crept onto her lips. She opened her status screen and froze for a moment when she saw it¡ªlevel 36. Her chest swelled with pride and disbelief. ¡°I¡¯ve surpassed him,¡± she whispered to herself, her gaze flickering to Boreas, who stood sharpening his newly acquired shortsword, Warden¡¯s Fang. Mori had always looked up to Boreas, her mentor, as a figure of unshakable strength and wisdom. For years, he had been the one to guide her and Neres, his experience as a seasoned ranger carrying them through countless challenges. Now, she had surpassed him¡ªnot just in strength but in potential. A mix of pride and guilt tugged at her. ¡°Don¡¯t look so smug, Mori,¡± came Neres¡¯s playful voice. She turned to see him darting back and forth across the clearing, his Hermes¡¯ Steps glowing faintly as they propelled him forward with supernatural speed. He moved almost silently, his steps barely disturbing the underbrush beneath him. ¡°I¡¯m not smug,¡± Mori replied, her voice carrying a teasing edge. ¡°Just appreciating my hard-earned progress.¡± ¡°Oh, I¡¯m sure you are,¡± Neres said, stopping in front of her. He crossed his arms, his grin wide. ¡°Level 36, huh? Don¡¯t think I didn¡¯t notice. You¡¯re feeling pretty invincible now, aren¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Not invincible,¡± Mori said with a shrug, though her tone was light. ¡°Just better than you.¡± Neres¡¯s grin faltered, replaced by mock indignation. ¡°You¡¯re lucky I¡¯m such a gentleman, or I¡¯d challenge you to a duel right here.¡±This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. ¡°Gentleman?¡± Mori scoffed. ¡°Is that what we¡¯re calling it now?¡± Before Neres could reply, Boreas cleared his throat. ¡°Enough, you two,¡± he said, his voice carrying the weight of authority. His eyes, however, sparkled with amusement. ¡°If you¡¯re going to bicker, at least do it while you¡¯re sharpening your weapons or preparing for the road ahead.¡± Mori and Neres exchanged a glance, then burst into laughter. Meanwhile, Midas stood silently at the edge of the clearing, watching his companions with a quiet smile. His arms were crossed, his Celestial Armor shimmering faintly around him, a testament to the power he had gained in his own trial. He had already surpassed their levels by a significant margin, but he saw no need to mention it. His growth wasn¡¯t just about numbers¡ªit was about ensuring that the people around him had the strength to face whatever lay ahead. ¡°Enjoying yourself?¡± Boreas asked, stepping up beside him. Midas nodded. ¡°It¡¯s good to see them like this. Confident. Strong.¡± ¡°They¡¯ve earned it,¡± Boreas said, glancing at his companions. His gaze lingered on Mori for a moment, pride evident in his expression. ¡°She¡¯s grown so much. They both have.¡± ¡°And you?¡± Midas asked, his tone unreadable. Boreas raised an eyebrow. ¡°What about me?¡± ¡°You¡¯ve grown too, Boreas,¡± Midas said simply. ¡°Don¡¯t think I haven¡¯t noticed. You¡¯re stronger, sharper. More focused.¡± Boreas chuckled, shaking his head. ¡°That¡¯s flattering, coming from you. But let¡¯s not forget¡ªI¡¯m the old man of this group. My days of rapid growth are behind me.¡± ¡°Doesn¡¯t look like it to me,¡± Midas said, his smile widening. Before Boreas could respond, Mori called out, ¡°Alright, enough standing around! Are we moving or what?¡± Midas turned to face her. ¡°Impatient, are we?¡± Mori grinned. ¡°Just eager. We¡¯ve been in this forest long enough.¡± ¡°Agreed,¡± Neres added, stretching his arms. ¡°I¡¯m ready for some real civilization. Or at least a bed that doesn¡¯t involve dirt and leaves.¡± ¡°Dawncrest is just beyond the forest,¡± Boreas said. ¡°It¡¯s a frontier town, so don¡¯t get your hopes up for luxury. But it¡¯ll do.¡± The group began to gather their things, preparing to leave the clearing behind. As they moved, Midas fell into step beside Mori. ¡°You¡¯re handling that bow well,¡± he said. ¡°It feels natural,¡± Mori replied, glancing at him. ¡°Like it was made for me.¡± Midas nodded. ¡°It probably was. It seemed like the trials don¡¯t give out rewards lightly. That bow¡¯s a reflection of your potential.¡± Mori¡¯s expression softened. ¡°Thank you, Midas. For believing in us.¡± Midas smiled, his gaze fixed ahead. ¡°You¡¯ve always had it in you, Mori. All of you have. The trials just gave you the tools to realize it.¡± As the group stepped out of the clearing and into the final stretch of the forest, the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the ground. The air was charged with anticipation, their bond stronger than ever. Ahead, the walls of Dawncrest loomed in the distance, promising new challenges and opportunities. For the first time in what felt like forever, Midas allowed himself to feel hopeful. ¡°We¡¯ve come this far,¡± he thought to himself. ¡°Let¡¯s see how far we can go.¡± Chapter 33: The Edge of Civilization The forest finally began to thin, and the oppressive canopy overhead gave way to glimpses of open sky. The sun was high, its golden rays spilling onto the grassy plains that stretched out ahead. For what felt like the first time in weeks, the group could see far into the distance. Mori was the first to break the silence. ¡°Finally,¡± she breathed, shielding her eyes as she took in the expanse. ¡°It feels like we¡¯ve been walking through that forest forever.¡± ¡°Doesn¡¯t it?¡± Neres added with a grin. ¡°I was starting to think we¡¯d never see the sky again.¡± He took a deep breath, relishing the fresh air untainted by the heavy dampness of the woods. Boreas, however, was quieter. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, where the weathered walls of a town rose in the distance. He placed a hand on the hilt of his shortsword, his expression unreadable. ¡°That¡¯s Dawncrest,¡± he said finally, his tone laced with a mix of nostalgia and tension. ¡°The last frontier town of Verena.¡± Midas looked at Boreas, noting the subtle shift in his posture. ¡°You¡¯ve been here before.¡± ¡°A long time ago,¡± Boreas replied. ¡°When I was still in the army. Dawncrest was one of my posts. It hasn¡¯t changed much from the looks of it.¡± ¡°What can we expect there?¡± Mori asked, her fingers brushing the string of her bow. Boreas sighed. ¡°It¡¯s rough around the edges. A place for mercenaries, traders, and anyone looking to disappear. But it¡¯s also one of the last places where you¡¯ll find civilization before the wilds take over. Don¡¯t expect much hospitality, especially if you¡¯re strangers.¡±If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡°That doesn¡¯t sound promising,¡± Neres muttered. ¡°It¡¯s manageable,¡± Midas said calmly. ¡°We¡¯ve dealt with worse.¡± The group began their descent toward the town, their footsteps crunching against the dry grass. As they approached, the walls of Dawncrest grew larger, revealing the wear and tear of years of neglect. The wooden gates were reinforced with iron but looked poorly maintained, the metal rusting in patches. Two guards stood at the entrance, leaning lazily against their pikes. Their uniforms were mismatched and unkempt, their eyes dull with boredom. ¡°Look sharp,¡± Boreas murmured as they neared the gates. ¡°These aren¡¯t soldiers¡ªthey¡¯re hired hands. Expect trouble.¡± Mori straightened her posture, her hand hovering near her bow. The guards perked up as the group approached, their gazes immediately locking onto Mori. One of them smirked, his gaze lingering far too long. ¡°Well, well, what do we have here?¡± he drawled, pushing off the wall and stepping forward. ¡°A little too well-dressed for Dawncrest, aren¡¯t we?¡± ¡°Travelers,¡± Midas replied curtly, stepping in front of Mori. His voice was calm, but there was a hard edge to it. The second guard chuckled, leaning on his pike. ¡°Travelers, huh? Don¡¯t see many women like her out here. You sure you¡¯re not lost, sweetheart?¡± Mori¡¯s hand tightened around her bowstring, but before she could respond, Midas moved. In a blur of motion, he stepped forward, grabbing the first guard by the collar and slamming him into the gate. The second guard barely had time to react before Midas¡¯s Star Wrought Fist struck with enough force to snap his ribs. Both guards crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain. Mori blinked, her hand falling away from her bow. ¡°I had that under control,¡± she said, though there was no anger in her voice. Midas glanced back at her, his expression unreadable. ¡°I know.¡± Boreas sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. ¡°Subtle as always, Midas.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t tolerate disrespect,¡± Midas replied simply. The commotion had drawn the attention of others. Townsfolk peered cautiously from behind stalls and windows, and a sharper, more authoritative voice barked from within the gates. ¡°What¡¯s going on here?¡± Chapter 34: A Soldier’s Welcome A man strode out, his uniform worn but well-maintained compared to the others. He carried himself with the confidence of someone accustomed to command. His eyes scanned the group, narrowing when they landed on Boreas. ¡°Sergeant Boreas?¡± the man asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. Boreas straightened at the recognition. ¡°Willam. It¡¯s been a long time.¡± The man¡ªCaptain Willam, according to the insignia on his shoulder¡ªgaped for a moment before breaking into a grin. ¡°I can¡¯t believe it. After all these years...¡± He gestured for the group to follow him. ¡°Come on. Let¡¯s get off the streets.¡± Willam¡¯s home was modest but clean, a sharp contrast to the dilapidated state of the town. The group settled into the sitting room, grateful for the reprieve. ¡°You¡¯ve changed, Boreas,¡± Willam said, his gaze lingering on the golden sword at Boreas¡¯s hip. ¡°I can barely read your level. Two question marks, that¡¯s all I see.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve been busy,¡± Boreas replied. Willam turned to the others. ¡°And these are your companions?¡± Mori introduced herself first, her voice polite but firm. ¡°Mori.¡±This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. ¡°Neres,¡± the rogue said with a quick nod. Midas inclined his head. ¡°Midas.¡± Willam¡¯s expression shifted as he regarded them. ¡°I can¡¯t read your levels either. That¡¯s... unusual.¡± ¡°We¡¯ve had some... unique experiences,¡± Midas said cryptically. Willam didn¡¯t press further. Instead, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. ¡°I¡¯m glad to see you, Boreas. Dawncrest could use someone like you right now. Things have gone downhill since you left.¡± Boreas frowned. ¡°I noticed. What happened?¡± Willam leaned back in his chair, his expression darkening. ¡°The mayor. He¡¯s a political appointee from Verena. Doesn¡¯t care about the town, just the gold he can squeeze from it. He¡¯s turned the guards into his personal thugs, and the people are suffering for it.¡± Mori¡¯s hands clenched into fists. ¡°How does he get away with it?¡± ¡°He¡¯s got muscle,¡± Willam explained. ¡°His bodyguard¡¯s level 21, and he¡¯s got three elites, all level 20. That¡¯s more power than a small town like this should need.¡± Boreas¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Why would a mayor need that kind of protection?¡± ¡°That¡¯s the question, isn¡¯t it?¡± Willam said. ¡°I don¡¯t know who¡¯s backing him, but I suspect it¡¯s someone with deep pockets and even deeper connections. I¡¯ve tried to rein him in, but most of the guards answer to him, not me.¡± He leaned forward, his tone hopeful. ¡°But you¡¯re here now. I don¡¯t know what brought you back, but I have to ask¡ªcan you help us?¡± The room fell silent as Boreas looked at his companions. Midas met his gaze and nodded. ¡°We¡¯ll help,¡± Boreas said firmly. ¡°But we¡¯ll need to know everything about the mayor and his operation.¡± Willam nodded, relief flooding his face. ¡°I¡¯ll tell you everything I know.¡± The group settled in, ready to plan their next move. Outside, the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows over the troubled streets of Dawncrest. Chapter 35: A Town in Decline The morning air was crisp, carrying a faint tang of salt from the nearby marshes. Dawncrest, even in its current state, exuded a rugged charm. The weathered walls spoke of years of defending against the wilds, but now they seemed more like relics of a forgotten era. The streets, once bustling with life, now carried a heavy silence, broken only by the distant sounds of hammering or the occasional shout of a merchant hawking wares. Willam guided the group through the narrow streets, his stride purposeful. As the group walked, their eyes swept over the town, taking in the crumbling infrastructure and weary faces of the townsfolk. ¡°This place wasn¡¯t always like this,¡± Boreas said quietly, his voice carrying a mix of nostalgia and disappointment. ¡°When I was stationed here, Dawncrest was alive. The people were proud, hardworking. Now...¡± He trailed off, gesturing to the faded signs and boarded-up shops. Mori¡¯s gaze lingered on a group of children playing with a makeshift ball near a dilapidated fountain. Their laughter was bright but fleeting, like a brief flame in a sea of shadows. ¡°What happened to them?¡± she asked softly. Willam sighed. ¡°The mayor happened. Or, more accurately, whoever¡¯s pulling his strings. He arrived a year ago, promising progress, wealth, and safety. At first, people believed him. But it didn¡¯t take long for the cracks to show.¡± He paused to greet a stooped old woman carrying a basket of herbs. She gave him a faint smile before shuffling away. ¡°The taxes went up. Way up. Then his ¡®guards¡¯ started shaking down businesses for protection money. Those who couldn¡¯t pay either left or...¡± He hesitated, glancing at Mori. ¡°...disappeared.¡± ¡°They killed them,¡± Midas said bluntly, his tone cold. Willam nodded grimly. ¡°Probably. Though no bodies have ever been found. The townsfolk are too scared to ask questions.¡±Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. As they approached the town square, a sudden shout cut through the air. A beggar, disheveled and wild-eyed, stood atop a broken crate, his voice ringing with desperation. ¡°Chaos reigns! It¡¯s waking up, he is waking up! Corruption! Treachery! Save yourself!¡± His words sent a ripple through the few townsfolk lingering nearby, who quickly turned away, pretending not to hear. Before the group could react, the man leapt down and lunged toward them, clutching Neres¡¯s feet with a bony hand. ¡°Beware of it,¡± he rasped, his voice trembling with urgency. ¡°It¡¯ll seep inside. Beware!¡± The companions froze, startled by the intensity of his outburst. Boreas, however, watched the man with an inscrutable expression, his face betraying no hint of emotion. Neres, regaining his composure, gently extricated himself from the man¡¯s grasp and murmured a quiet reassurance. The beggar stared at him for a moment longer before collapsing back onto the ground, muttering incoherently. The group exchanged uneasy glances before Willam gestured for them to move on. ¡°He¡¯s harmless,¡± he said quietly. ¡°But the things he says... they¡¯re not entirely nonsense. Some folks think he knows something, but most just write him off as mad.¡± Neres cast a glance back at the man, who was now slumped on the cobblestones, still muttering under his breath. ¡°Mad or not, warnings like that are hard to ignore.¡± ¡°Keep your wits about you,¡± Boreas muttered, his voice low. ¡°Sometimes madness comes from truths too heavy to bear.¡± The group continued down the street, the encounter leaving an unshakable unease in its wake. Neres, who had been quietly observing, suddenly gestured to a wagon trundling down the street. It was laden with crates and barrels, guarded by three heavily armed men. ¡°That doesn¡¯t look like your average supply run,¡± he said. ¡°It¡¯s not,¡± Willam confirmed. ¡°That¡¯s one of the mayor¡¯s caravans. They leave every few days, heading to who-knows-where. They¡¯re heavily guarded, and anyone who gets too close... well, let¡¯s just say they don¡¯t come back.¡± Mori¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°What¡¯s in the crates?¡± ¡°Stolen goods,¡± Willam replied. ¡°Food, supplies, even weapons. All taken from the townsfolk. The mayor hoards some of it in his mansion, but most of it gets sent elsewhere. We suspect he¡¯s trading it for something, but we don¡¯t know what.¡± Boreas¡¯s jaw tightened. ¡°We¡¯ll find out.¡± Chapter 36: The First Steps As the sun dipped below the horizon, the group prepared for their next move. Boreas stood by the window, gazing out at the town he had once protected. He couldn¡¯t help but feel a pang of guilt for leaving it behind, even if it had been beyond his control. Midas approached him, his voice low. ¡°This isn¡¯t your fault.¡± Boreas didn¡¯t look away from the window. ¡°Maybe not. But it¡¯s my responsibility now.¡± Midas nodded, his expression unreadable. ¡°We will make it right. But for now, we need rest. We have been marching through the forest non-stop, and the coming days will be quite testing.¡± Boreas sighed, ¡°You are right. Some sleep will do us a world of good.¡± As the group tucked into their beds, Midas closed his eyes and cultivated after what felt like ages. He will need all the power he could get in the coming days. The first rays of sunlight crept over the rooftops of Dawncrest as the group moved through the quiet streets. The town was beginning to stir¡ªmerchants opened shutters with tired hands, and laborers shuffled to their tasks. But the atmosphere was heavy, and it was clear that the people of Dawncrest had grown accustomed to a life of fear and submission.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Boreas led the way, his steps purposeful. The others followed close behind, their senses alert. Mori kept her bow ready, her sharp eyes scanning the streets. Neres walked lightly, his movements silent and precise. Midas brought up the rear, his expression calm but his gaze sharp. As they neared the market square, the scene before them painted a grim picture. Several of the mayor¡¯s guards stood near a fruit vendor¡¯s stall, their weapons gleaming in the morning sun. The vendor, a thin man with trembling hands, was frantically trying to explain something, but his words were cut off by a guard¡¯s harsh laugh. ¡°You¡¯re short again, old man,¡± the guard sneered, leaning over the stall. ¡°That¡¯s the second time this month.¡± ¡°Please,¡± the vendor stammered, his voice quaking. ¡°Business has been slow... I-I just need a few more days...¡± The guard snatched an apple from the stall, tossing it in the air before taking a bite. ¡°A few more days? How about this¡ªyou give us the rest of your stock now, and we don¡¯t burn your stall down tonight?¡± The vendor¡¯s face paled, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Mori¡¯s knuckles whitened as she gripped her bow. ¡°This is disgusting,¡± she muttered. ¡°Keep calm,¡± Boreas said quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder. ¡°We can¡¯t risk exposing ourselves yet.¡± Midas stepped closer, his voice low. ¡°We¡¯re here to dismantle the system, not make a scene. Let¡¯s keep moving.¡± Reluctantly, Mori nodded, though the fire in her eyes didn¡¯t fade. Chapter 37: The Mayor’s Mansion The group reached the heart of Dawncrest, where the mayor¡¯s mansion loomed. The stark contrast between the lavish estate and the crumbling town was almost grotesque. The marble walls gleamed unnaturally, polished to perfection, and the iron gates bore intricate designs that seemed designed to flaunt the mayor¡¯s wealth. Guards patrolled the perimeter with military precision. Unlike the lazy, disorganized guards at the gates, these men moved with discipline. Their armor was well-maintained, and their eyes were sharp, scanning for any hint of trouble. ¡°Professional mercenaries,¡± Neres observed, his voice low. ¡°Not the usual thugs we¡¯ve seen around town.¡± ¡°They don¡¯t look like locals,¡± Midas added. ¡°Hired muscle, probably from outside the region.¡± ¡°What is the mayor¡¯s level?¡± Neres enquired. Willam, who had accompanied them, spoke in a hushed tone, ¡°Level 9, at least it was that the last time I identified him.¡± If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Boreas¡¯s expression darkened. ¡°Which raises the question¡ªhow is a level 9 mayor paying for this kind of protection?¡± Willam replied, ¡°That¡¯s what we¡¯ve been trying to figure out. The mayor¡¯s income from taxes shouldn¡¯t be enough to fund all this.¡± Mori¡¯s gaze swept over the mansion. ¡°He¡¯s getting money from somewhere else. Or someone else.¡± The group stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation settling over them. ¡°We¡¯ll need to gather more intel before we make a move,¡± Midas said. ¡°This isn¡¯t just about the mayor anymore. There¡¯s a bigger game at play here.¡± The group spent the next few hours moving through Dawncrest, careful to avoid drawing attention. Neres used his newfound speed and silence to slip past guards and eavesdrop on conversations. Mori kept to the rooftops, her bow ready to cover him if needed. At one point, Neres returned with news. ¡°The caravans we saw earlier? They¡¯re headed to an old outpost in the foothills. The guards were talking about a big shipment going out tonight.¡± Midas frowned. ¡°An outpost? What¡¯s there?¡± ¡°Not much,¡± Willam replied. ¡°It¡¯s an abandoned garrison from the old wars. If they¡¯re using it, it¡¯s probably as a storage or trade hub.¡± ¡°Which means that¡¯s where we strike,¡± Boreas said firmly. Midas nodded. ¡°But we¡¯ll need to be quick. If the mayor gets wind of us, he¡¯ll tighten security.¡± Chapter 38: Chance Encounters As the group made their way back to Willam¡¯s home, they stumbled upon an unsettling scene. In a narrow alleyway, two of the mayor¡¯s elite guards¡ªlevel 20, by Midas¡¯s quick estimate¡ªwere interrogating a man. The man, a middle-aged merchant, was on his knees, his face bruised and bloodied. ¡°I told you,¡± He gasped, ¡°I don¡¯t have it! Please, I just need more time!¡± One of the elites sneered, drawing a dagger. ¡°You¡¯ve had enough time.¡± Midas moved before the others could react. In an instant, he was between the merchant and the guards, his presence radiating authority. The elite with the dagger hesitated, his eyes narrowing. ¡°Who the hell are you?¡± Midas didn¡¯t answer. He simply raised a hand, his Star Wrought Fist flaring to life. The air around him shimmered with cosmic energy, and the temperature seemed to drop. The second elite shifted uneasily. ¡°Wait... this guy isn¡¯t normal.¡± ¡°You¡¯re right,¡± Midas said coldly. ¡°I¡¯m not. And if you value your lives, you¡¯ll walk away.¡± If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. For a moment, the alley was silent, the tension so thick it was suffocating. Then, the elites exchanged a glance and backed away, muttering curses under their breath. Once they were gone, Midas turned to the merchant, helping him to his feet. ¡°Go home,¡± he said quietly. ¡°Stay out of sight for a while.¡± The man nodded shakily, offering a mumbled thanks before hurrying away. Boreas stepped forward, his expression a mix of approval and concern. ¡°You¡¯re making waves, Midas. People are going to notice.¡± ¡°Good,¡± Midas replied. ¡°Let them.¡± Back at Willam¡¯s home, the group gathered around the map once more. The outpost was marked clearly, its position in the foothills making it an ideal location for smuggling. ¡°This is our target,¡± Midas said, his finger tapping the map. ¡°We cut off their supply line, and we send a message.¡± ¡°Getting in won¡¯t be easy,¡± Neres pointed out. ¡°The caravans are heavily guarded, and the outpost will be even worse.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why we hit them fast,¡± Boreas said. ¡°No drawn-out fights. We get in, destroy what we can, and get out.¡± Mori nodded. ¡°And if we run into resistance?¡± Midas¡¯s eyes gleamed. ¡°Then we remind them who they¡¯re dealing with.¡± The group fell silent, their resolve solidifying. ¡°We move at dusk,¡± Midas said. ¡°Get some rest. It¡¯s going to be a long night. Neres and Mori, you follow the caravans again and take stock of the outpost¡¯s defenses. Boreas and I will ask around the town.¡± As the sun began to set over Dawncrest, the group prepared for their first strike against the mayor¡¯s operation. The battle for the town¡¯s future had truly begun. Chapter 39: Reconnaissance The air was heavy with anticipation as the group dispersed into Dawncrest, each member tasked with gathering the information they needed to dismantle the mayor¡¯s operations. The streets were quieter now, with most of the townsfolk retreating indoors as the oppressive presence of the guards kept them subdued. Midas and Boreas took to the town¡¯s dimly lit taverns and alleyways, where whispers and rumors flowed as freely as the watered-down ale. Mori and Neres, meanwhile, focused on observing the mayor¡¯s supply caravans, moving stealthily through the shadows. In a small, rundown tavern called The Hollow Lantern, Midas and Boreas leaned against the bar, blending into the murmur of voices around them. The bartender, a wiry man with graying hair, served them without a word, his sharp eyes flickering to the symbols embroidered on Midas¡¯s gear. ¡°You two don¡¯t look like you belong here,¡± the bartender said quietly as he poured another drink. Midas slid a coin across the counter. ¡°We¡¯re just passing through.¡± He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. ¡°But we¡¯re curious about the mayor¡¯s operation. People talk. What do they say?¡± The bartender hesitated, glancing around the room. When he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper. ¡°They say the mayor¡¯s in deep with someone powerful. A group based in Verena¡¯s capital. Smugglers, slavers, maybe worse. They keep him in power, and in return, he funnels resources to them. Food, weapons... people.¡± Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Boreas¡¯s jaw tightened. ¡°People?¡± The bartender nodded grimly. ¡°Not many, but enough to make folks disappear. No one asks too many questions. They¡¯re afraid of his enforcers.¡± Midas placed another coin on the counter. ¡°Thank you. You¡¯ve helped more than you know.¡± The bartender gave a terse nod and moved away, leaving Midas and Boreas to mull over the implications. Meanwhile, Mori and Neres perched on the roof of an abandoned warehouse near the market square. From their vantage point, they could see the caravans being loaded with crates and barrels under the watchful eyes of heavily armed guards. ¡°Look at them,¡± Neres muttered, his voice barely audible. ¡°They¡¯re treating this like a military operation.¡± Mori adjusted her position, her bow resting against her knees. ¡°It¡¯s too organized. Someone¡¯s giving them orders, and it¡¯s not the mayor. He doesn¡¯t have the brains for this.¡± Neres smirked. ¡°Careful, Mori. You almost sound impressed.¡± ¡°Hardly,¡± she shot back. ¡°But it does make me wonder who¡¯s really in charge.¡± The two watched in silence as the last of the crates were loaded onto the wagons. One of the guards barked an order, and the caravan began to move, trundling out of the square and heading toward the outskirts of town. ¡°Let¡¯s follow them,¡± Mori said, her tone decisive. ¡°Thought you¡¯d never ask.¡± Chapter 40: The Calm Before the Storm As the group prepared for the coming assault, the weight of the task ahead settled over them. Mori sat by the window, her fingers tracing the string of her bow. She thought of the townsfolk¡ªtheir weary faces, their stolen livelihoods¡ªand felt a surge of determination. ¡°We¡¯re doing the right thing,¡± she murmured to herself. Across the room, Neres cleaned his daggers with meticulous care. His usual playful demeanor was gone, replaced by a steely focus. Boreas stood near the hearth, staring into the flames. He didn¡¯t speak, but the tension in his shoulders spoke volumes. Midas approached him, his voice low. ¡°This isn¡¯t just about the mayor anymore. You know that, right?¡± Boreas nodded. ¡°I know. But it¡¯s a start.¡± Midas placed a hand on his shoulder. ¡°We¡¯ll make it count.¡± As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the group steeled themselves for what lay ahead. ------- The sun was setting over Dawncrest, painting the sky in hues of orange and gold. As the town¡¯s shadows stretched long, Midas and his companions made their way to the outskirts. The old outpost loomed in the distance, a silhouette against the darkening sky. Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. They had spent the day preparing, gathering supplies, sharpening weapons, and finalizing their plan. Midas stood at the head of the group, his expression calm but intense. He glanced at each of his companions in turn¡ªBoreas, standing tall and resolute with Warden¡¯s Fang strapped to his side; Mori, her bow slung across her back, her eyes sharp and determined; Neres, grinning faintly as he twirled a dagger in his hand. ¡°Remember,¡± Midas said, his voice low but commanding, ¡°this isn¡¯t a siege. We¡¯re in and out before they can react. Neres, you create the distractions. Mori, pick off anyone who looks like they¡¯re raising an alarm. Boreas, you and I will handle the bulk of the guards inside.¡± ¡°And if they see us too soon?¡± Neres asked, raising an eyebrow. ¡°They won¡¯t,¡± Midas said firmly. Mori smirked. ¡°That¡¯s a lot of confidence.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not confidence,¡± Midas replied. ¡°It¡¯s necessity.¡± The group moved silently through the foothills, their steps muffled by the soft earth. As they neared the outpost, the sound of voices and clinking metal grew louder. The guards were relaxed, their movements casual¡ªclearly, they weren¡¯t expecting an attack. Mori and Neres split off first, vanishing into the shadows. Mori climbed onto a rocky outcropping that gave her a clear view of the outpost¡¯s entrance, while Neres slipped around the perimeter, his movements almost unnaturally silent thanks to Hermes¡¯ Steps. Boreas and Midas waited in the underbrush, watching and listening. ¡°How many do you count?¡± Boreas murmured. ¡°Ten outside,¡± Midas replied. ¡°Probably double that inside.¡± ¡°Sounds manageable.¡± Midas smirked. ¡°For us, maybe. Let¡¯s give them a reason to regret signing up for this.¡± Chapter 41: Infiltration A loud crash echoed through the outpost as a stack of crates toppled near the eastern wall. Guards shouted in confusion, their attention snapping to the noise. ¡°What the hell was that?¡± one of them barked. ¡°I don¡¯t know! Go check it out!¡± As a group of guards moved toward the sound, Neres struck. He darted from the shadows, slashing at the back of a lone guard¡¯s knee before disappearing again. The man crumpled with a yell, clutching his leg. ¡°Over there!¡± another guard shouted, pointing toward where Neres had been. But Neres was already gone, slipping behind another guard and incapacitating him with a swift strike. The remaining guards began to panic, their formation unraveling as they struggled to locate the unseen assailant. From her perch, Mori loosed an arrow, the mana-infused projectile striking a guard squarely in the chest. He fell without a sound, the light fading from his eyes. ¡°Nice shot,¡± Neres muttered under his breath, catching sight of her work as he moved toward the outpost¡¯s main gate. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. With the outer defenses in chaos, Midas and Boreas moved in. They darted through the open gate, their movements swift and precise. Inside, the outpost was a hive of activity. Guards scrambled to respond to the commotion, but the pair cut through them like a blade through water. Boreas¡¯s Warden¡¯s Fang glinted in the dim torchlight, the golden shortsword slicing cleanly through armor. He moved with the practiced efficiency of a veteran, each strike calculated and devastating. Midas fought beside him, his Celestial Armor flaring as he deflected blows and retaliated with bursts of cosmic energy. His movements were fluid and precise, each attack perfectly timed. The guards quickly realized they were outmatched. ¡°Fall back!¡± one of them shouted, but Boreas was faster, cutting him down before he could retreat. The group regrouped inside the main storehouse, where the stolen goods were kept. Crates and barrels lined the walls, stacked high and marked with symbols none of them recognized. ¡°This is it,¡± Mori said, her voice grim. ¡°Everything they¡¯ve taken from the townsfolk.¡± ¡°And more,¡± Midas added, opening one of the crates. Inside were weapons¡ªswords, spears, and crossbows, all in pristine condition. ¡°They¡¯ve been arming someone. Or preparing for something.¡± Neres picked up a small pouch from another crate and opened it, his eyebrows raising. ¡°Gold. A lot of it. Someone¡¯s paying them handsomely for this.¡± Boreas clenched his fists. ¡°The question is, who?¡± ¡°We¡¯ll figure that out later,¡± Midas said. ¡°Right now, we destroy everything. No supplies, no power.¡± Chapter 42: Retaliation The group worked quickly, setting fire to the crates and barrels. The flames spread rapidly, consuming the stolen goods and sending thick smoke billowing into the night sky. But the fire didn¡¯t go unnoticed. The guards inside the outpost regrouped, their shouts growing louder as they realized what was happening. ¡°They¡¯re coming!¡± Mori called from her position near the door. ¡°Time to go,¡± Midas said. The group fought their way out, clashing with guards as the flames roared behind them. Boreas cut a path through the defenders, his sword moving with deadly precision. Mori¡¯s arrows struck with unerring accuracy, while Neres darted through the chaos, taking down stragglers. Midas brought up the rear, his Aegis of Stardust creating a protective barrier that deflected projectiles and allowed the group to escape unscathed. By the time they reached the foothills, the outpost was a blazing inferno, its guards scattered and demoralized. The group stopped to catch their breath, their faces illuminated by the distant flames. ¡°That went better than expected. Didn¡¯t even gain a level, what with everyone being so much lower than us!¡± Neres said, wiping sweat from his brow. Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. ¡°Don¡¯t get cocky,¡± Boreas replied. ¡°This was just the first step.¡± Mori stared at the fire, her expression unreadable. ¡°They¡¯ll retaliate. You know that, right?¡± Midas nodded. ¡°Let them. The more desperate they are, the more mistakes they¡¯ll make.¡± The retaliation came sooner than expected. At dawn, the town square was filled with the sound of clanging bells. The group rushed outside, blending into the crowd as townsfolk gathered to see what the commotion was about. In the center of the square stood a man clad in black armor, his presence imposing. The level interface in Midas¡¯s vision marked him as Level 21. The mayor¡¯s bodyguard. Beside him stood three other figures, each Level 20¡ªthe elites who had so far kept Dawncrest under the mayor¡¯s thumb. Behind them, a row of shackled prisoners knelt, their faces pale with fear. ¡°This is a message,¡± the bodyguard announced, his voice booming. ¡°To those who dare defy the mayor¡¯s authority.¡± He gestured to the prisoners. ¡°These people were found near the outpost. Spies, saboteurs, traitors.¡± ¡°They¡¯re innocent,¡± Mori whispered, her fists clenching at her sides. Midas placed a hand on her shoulder, his expression calm but cold. ¡°We¡¯ll stop this. But not yet.¡± The bodyguard raised his sword, its edge gleaming in the morning light. ¡°This is what happens to those who cross us.¡± Before he could strike, a loud voice interrupted. ¡°Enough!¡± The crowd parted as Boreas stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of Warden¡¯s Fang. His presence was commanding, his level towering over the elites. The bodyguard froze, his eyes narrowing. ¡°And who are you supposed to be?¡± Boreas smirked. ¡°The man who¡¯s going to end this.¡± Chapter 43: Rescue The tension in the square was palpable as Boreas drew his sword, the golden blade shimmering faintly. The bodyguard stepped forward, his expression darkening. ¡°You¡¯re making a mistake, old man,¡± he growled. ¡°Funny,¡± Boreas replied. ¡°I was about to say the same thing.¡± The two clashed in a flurry of steel, their movements almost too fast for the crowd to follow. Boreas¡¯s experience and higher level was evident in every strike, his blade dancing with precision. The bodyguard fought back fiercely, his strength undeniable, but he lacked the finesse, discipline and superior attributes that Boreas had. In one swift strike, the elite had the fang in his heart. He was dead before he hit the ground. Mori, Neres, and Midas stayed on the edges of the square, their eyes scanning the remaining elites. ¡°Now they¡¯ll intervene,¡± Midas murmured. ¡°Be ready.¡± Sure enough, one of the elites moved toward Boreas, his weapon raised. ¡°Not so fast,¡± Mori said, loosing an arrow. The mana-infused projectile struck the elite¡¯s shoulder, knocking him off balance. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Neres darted forward, his daggers flashing as he engaged another elite. His speed and silence made him almost impossible to track, and within moments, his opponent was on the defensive. Midas stepped into the fray last, facing the third elite. His Celestial Armor and Aegis of Stardust flared to life, and with a burst of cosmic energy, he sent the man sprawling. The crowd watched in stunned silence as the group dismantled the mayor¡¯s enforcers with ruthless efficiency. Mori and Midas went around opening the shackles. The crowd erupted into cheers as the prisoners were freed, their shackles falling to the ground. Mori approached Boreas, her eyes bright. ¡°We did it.¡± ¡°Not yet,¡± Midas said, his tone grim. ¡°This was a warning. The mayor will double down now. We need to be ready for whatever comes next.¡± As the group regrouped at Willam¡¯s home, the mood was tense. The mayor¡¯s bodyguard and elites had been defeated, but the battle wasn¡¯t over. ¡°He won¡¯t stop,¡± Willam said, pacing the room. ¡°You¡¯ve humiliated him. He¡¯ll bring in reinforcements¡ªmercenaries, assassins, whatever it takes.¡± ¡°Let him,¡± Midas replied. ¡°The more he throws at us, the more he exposes his operation. We¡¯ll dismantle it piece by piece until there¡¯s nothing left.¡± Boreas leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. ¡°What¡¯s the next move?¡± ¡°We need to find out who¡¯s backing him,¡± Midas said. ¡°The caravans, the weapons¡ªthey¡¯re coming from somewhere. If we cut off his supply chain completely, he¡¯ll have nothing left to fight with.¡± Willam nodded. ¡°There¡¯s a trader who works closely with the mayor. He¡¯s slippery, but if anyone knows where the caravans are headed, it¡¯s him.¡± ¡°Then he¡¯s our next target,¡± Midas said. Chapter 44: Following the Clues The group spent the next hour formulating a plan. The trader operated out of a small warehouse near the town¡¯s edge, protected by a handful of guards. It wasn¡¯t heavily fortified, but the real challenge would be extracting information from someone as cautious as him. ¡°We¡¯ll need to take him alive,¡± Midas said. ¡°And convince him to talk,¡± Mori added. Neres grinned. ¡°Leave that part to me. People tend to get chatty when they¡¯re missing a kneecap.¡± Mori shot him a disapproving look, but Midas cut in before she could argue. ¡°We¡¯ll do this cleanly. No unnecessary violence.¡± Neres sighed. ¡°Fine. But if he tries to run, I¡¯m not holding back.¡± As night fell, the group prepared for the mission ahead. Mori sharpened her arrows, her hands steady despite the tension in the air. Neres paced the room, his movements restless but focused. Boreas sat near the window, staring out at the darkened town. This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it Midas stood in the center of the room, his gaze steady. ¡°We¡¯ve done well so far. But this is just the beginning. The mayor¡¯s power is crumbling, and he knows it. He¡¯s going to get desperate. That¡¯s when he¡¯ll make mistakes.¡± ¡°And that¡¯s when we finish this,¡± Boreas said. The group nodded, their resolve unshaken. As they stepped out into the night, the streets of Dawncrest seemed quieter than usual, as if the town itself was holding its breath. The flames of rebellion had been lit, and there was no turning back. The warehouse sat on the outskirts of Dawncrest, a modest structure that belied its importance. Shadows stretched long under the pale moonlight, giving the area an eerie stillness. Midas and his companions crouched behind a row of barrels, studying the warehouse from a safe distance. ¡°There are six guards outside,¡± Mori whispered, her bow already drawn. ¡°Three patrolling, three stationed at the entrance.¡± ¡°More could be inside,¡± Boreas added, his voice low. ¡°We¡¯ll have to move fast and quiet.¡± ¡°Fast and quiet is what I do best,¡± Neres said, a sly grin tugging at his lips. Midas glanced at the group, his expression firm. ¡°Mori, pick off the sentries on the perimeter. Neres, you deal with the ones by the entrance. Boreas and I will handle anyone inside. Remember, we need the trader alive. No mistakes.¡± They nodded, slipping into position with practiced ease.