《Ancestor of All Things》 Prologue The Bloodstone Dynasty has deep roots in the region, having held power for over a thousand years. The dynasty traces its origins to a legendary knight who founded the kingdom. This warrior is celebrated in tales for almost singlehandedly wiping out the orcs, the native inhabitants of the land, to secure lasting peace for humanity. His exploits laid the foundation for a kingdom that would become a significant force on the eastern side of Silver Flower Island. The Bloodstone Kingdom occupies the eastern territories of the island, one of the three leading powers in the region. The Silver Flower Island, now a bastion of human civilization, was once dominated entirely by orcs. The turning point came with the arrival of expeditions from the Flicker Empire. Among these expeditions were five legendary knights whose valor and leadership paved the way for human settlement. Through years of relentless conflict, these knights founded two prominent kingdoms: the Silver Kingdom in the north and the Elowen Kingdom at the center. The cost of their conquest was immense¡ªthree of the five legendary knights perished during the battles. Of the surviving two, one became the king of the Silver Kingdom, while the other established the Elowen Kingdom. The eastern lands remained under scattered orc control for many years until the arrival of the Bloodstone Knight. His triumph over the remnants of the orc forces brought stability to the east and gave birth to the Bloodstone Kingdom. However, this meant that the Bloodstone Kingdom was much younger than its northern and central counterparts, with a shorter history, smaller population, and fewer resources. Although the three kingdoms are technically considered unincorporated territories of the Flicker Empire, in practice, they operate independently. With the orcs no longer a common enemy and no new frontiers to conquer, the kingdoms gradually turned their ambitions against each other. Over time, competition for resources and territorial disputes bred animosity and bad blood between them. The Elowen Kingdom, strategically positioned between the Bloodstone and Silver Kingdoms, was the most populous. However, its growth was consistently checked by the joint efforts of its neighbors, maintaining a delicate balance of power. This equilibrium, while stable now, is precarious; any disruption could lead to catastrophic consequences for the entire region. ... King Rodric Bloodstone, the current head of the Bloodstone dynasty, was a figure of immense renown. At 711 years old, he was one of the oldest living individuals on Silver Flower Island. Yet, despite his advanced age, his youthful appearance defied time. His skin was unlined, his features sharp, and his body radiated vitality, resembling a man no older than 25.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! Rodric¡¯s extraordinary talent was evident from a young age, which is why he was chosen as the successor by his great-uncle, despite being from a branch of the family rather than the main lineage. At the age of 130, he achieved the rank of Golden Knight, a feat that caused a sensation at the time. Years later, at 375, Rodric broke another record by reaching the rank of Legendary Knight, surpassing his great-uncle¡¯s record of 381. His rise was not just a personal triumph; it ensured the survival of the Bloodstone Kingdom. When his great-uncle passed away, having failed to ascend to the mythical rank, Rodric¡¯s smooth succession was unopposed. His great-uncle''s death made him the sole Legendary Knight of the Bloodstone Kingdom, the unshakable pillar safeguarding its sovereignty. Without Rodric¡¯s presence, the Elowen Kingdom, which boasted two younger Legendary Knights, could easily have overrun the Bloodstone Kingdom. The alliance between the Bloodstone and Silver Kingdoms, having one Legendary Knight each, was the only thing keeping the Elowens in check. Upon ascending the throne, Rodric adopted a hands-off approach to governance. He delegated internal affairs to the nobles and ministers, instead focusing entirely on cultivation. His ultimate ambition was to break through to the mythical rank¡ªa feat his great-uncle had failed to achieve. ... In a serene room adorned with beautiful paintings and a calming atmosphere, a man with blood-red hair, brown eyes, and an aquiline nose sat at a table. King Rodric Bloodstone was enjoying a quiet moment, sipping a drink from a finely crafted cup. The tranquility of the room was broken by a knock at the door. ¡°Come in,¡± Rodric said, setting his cup down. The door opened to reveal a man with blonde hair and a neatly trimmed mustache. He stepped inside, bowing deeply. ¡°My king, I bring urgent news,¡± the man said, his tone heavy with importance. ¡°Speak,¡± Rodric commanded, his sharp gaze fixed on the messenger. The man produced a folded piece of paper, handling it with great care as he passed it to Rodric. ¡°This letter arrived from the Windwalker territory. At first, I couldn¡¯t believe its contents, but after verifying it twice, I am left with no doubt.¡± Rodric unfolded the letter and began to read. His expression, calm at first, shifted to one of shock and disbelief. ¡°It can¡¯t be¡­¡± he murmured, his voice trailing off. ¡°My king, I have confirmed it,¡± the blonde man reiterated firmly. Rodric rose abruptly, moving to stand before a large mirror. As he donned his armor, he issued rapid commands. ¡°Send word to the Flicker Empire immediately. Use every contact we have to convey the gravity of this message. Furthermore, reach out to the Elowen Kingdom. Invite them here. It¡¯s time to put aside our enmity.¡± The mention of inviting the Elowen Kingdom underscored the seriousness of the situation. For centuries, the Elowens had been the Bloodstone Kingdom¡¯s main adversaries. Extending such an olive branch was nothing short of extraordinary. ¡°Yes, my king!¡± the messenger said, bowing before swiftly leaving the room. Rodric stood alone, gazing at his reflection in the mirror. Chapter 1 Mother Knows Best I Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 3 months, and 5 days Task: Have a biological child Techniques: Talents: Cheat: Low Level - 1,000 XP per day. Available XP: 2,000
"I still cannot believe that all those transmigration web novels from my previous life were actually legitimate!" Edric thought, his emotions swirling between disbelief and excitement. Even though two days had passed since his transmigration, deep down, he still felt like he was dreaming. He was once an Earthling. The last thing he remembered from his previous life was sitting and playing an online game on his laptop. In the middle of his gaming session, he clicked on a strange advertisement¡ªan impulsive decision. Moments later, he woke up in an unfamiliar environment, his surroundings utterly alien. ¡°Fortunately, the game panel and the cheat came with me,¡± Edric thought, a small smile playing on his lips. The system panel allowed him to track his progress in knight and mage training, while the cheat ensured he would gain a consistent 1,000 XP every single day. With these tools, he was confident he was destined for greatness.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. In his previous life, Edric had struggled just to get by. Life on Earth had been mundane and brutal; he had to juggle bills, manage work, and endure the daily grind with little to show for it. Rarely did he find time to enjoy himself. He was an average man living an average life, far removed from any notion of excitement or purpose. But in this new world, everything had changed. He had been reborn into a world of swords and magic, where strength and influence reigned supreme. Here, he wasn¡¯t just another nameless face in the crowd; he was Edric Windwalker, heir to a noble family, blessed with power, wealth, and the means to shape his destiny. ¡°Why would I ever want to return to my old life?¡± he muttered to himself. ¡°Here, I have everything I could ever want. Back there, I was nobody. Here, I can be a king.¡± The memories of the body¡¯s original owner were perfectly intact, seamlessly blending with Edric¡¯s own. Over the past two days, he had used them to adapt to his new reality, flawlessly playing the role of Countess Lyria¡¯s son. No one suspected a thing, and Edric was determined to keep it that way. "Tonight, I¡¯ll finally reach the Knight stage!" he thought, his excitement bubbling over. Knights were revered in this world for their strength and skill. From what Edric had learned, even the weakest knights were far above the Olympic athletes on Earth. For someone who had been overweight in his previous life, the thought of becoming a peak physical specimen was exhilarating. Even his current 15-year-old teenage body was far healthier and stronger than his old one. He could hardly imagine the power and agility he would gain as a knight. As the son of the countess, Edric lived in comfort and luxury. His room was massive, filled with ornate furnishings and bathed in soft light from crystal chandeliers. Servants and maids constantly attended to him, ensuring that his every need was met. While this level of attention was pleasant, it also posed a problem: his system and cheat had to remain secret. Being constantly surrounded by people increased the risk of discovery. To avoid raising suspicion, Edric decided to wait until midnight, when he would be alone, to make his breakthrough. When the time came, Edric stood in the center of his room. The moonlight streaming through the tall windows gave the space an ethereal glow. He took a deep breath, steadied his nerves, and opened the game panel. ¡°Add 2,000 XP to my knight training!¡± he commanded. "Error! Knight training''s max XP capacity of 10,000 cannot be exceeded." Edric frowned but quickly did a simple calculation. After confirming the remaining XP he needed, he contacted the system again. "Add 1,393 XP to my knight training!" A moment later, the system responded: "Success! Status changed ¨C Knight Training (10,000/10,000)." Just as the notification flashed in his mind, Edric¡¯s body was engulfed in a fiery sensation. His blood felt like it was boiling, as though molten lava was coursing through his veins. The intense heat made him want to scream, but he clenched his teeth tightly. The guards stationed outside his room would immediately rush in if they heard anything unusual. Thankfully, the scorching heat subsided almost as quickly as it had started. As his body calmed, a wave of relief swept over him. Chapter 2 Mother Knows Best II Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 3 months, and 5 days Task: Father a biological child Reward: A random White-level skill Deadline: 498 days Non-completion Punishment: Death Techniques Talents Cheat "I am now officially a knight!" Edric thought, his heart racing with excitement. In this world, knights commanded immense respect. His mother¡¯s army of over 5,000 troops included fewer than 100 knights. Not everyone could become a knight; most were simply born without the requisite talent. Every year, children throughout the territory underwent tests for knight and mage talent, with more than half being rejected outright. The Bloodstone Kingdom was far from egalitarian. Men and women were treated unequally in many aspects of society. For example, women were generally prohibited from joining the army in most jurisdictions. However, exceptions were made for those with Silver-level knight talent or higher. Such individuals, regardless of gender or social status, received the highest-quality training. A noble lord who excluded talented individuals due to gender or wealth risked weakening their forces and falling into irrelevance. As a result, while the majority of ordinary soldiers were men, nearly half of the knights were women. The average age to achieve knighthood was 45, and knights could live up to 150 years. However, reaching the Great Knight realm did not extend one¡¯s lifespan. Knights with average-level talent typically had no hope of advancing beyond their rank. For this reason, they often ceased serious training after attaining knighthood, choosing instead to work under noble lords, start families, and secure inheritances for their children. Becoming a knight at just 15 was nothing short of extraordinary. Even without the system, Edric¡¯s talent alone marked him as a prodigy. His legendary knight talent didn¡¯t guarantee he would one day become a Legendary Knight, but it gave him a realistic hope of breaking through to that exalted realm. Edric stood before the large mirror in his room and began removing his clothes. The flickering light of scattered candles cast dim shadows, but his enhanced vision allowed him to see every detail of his reflection with perfect clarity. His body was the epitome of strength¡ªmuscles rippled beneath his skin, well-defined and brimming with power. Compared to the peak athletes of his previous life on Earth, his physique was otherworldly. Beyond his physical transformation, Edric could feel internal energy coursing through him¡ªa hallmark of knighthood. This energy enhanced his attacks, granted bursts of speed, and could even be projected for ranged strikes against opponents. His senses¡ªtouch, sight, hearing, taste, and smell¡ªhad all been heightened to extraordinary levels. In every physical sense, he was no longer an ordinary human. However, the improvements were limited to his body; his intelligence, thought processes, and spirit remained unchanged. Although the breakthrough didn¡¯t directly affect his mind, the sheer magnitude of his transformation carried psychological consequences. The rapid surge in strength had begun to influence his mentality. His newfound power brought an overwhelming boost in confidence, fueling wild thoughts and impulses. Yet Edric wasn¡¯t foolish. He knew his current status was still modest¡ªafter all, nearly 100 knights served under his mother¡¯s command alone. Calming himself, he began to think more clearly.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Edric knew he was still a novice in many ways. As a newly promoted knight, his skills were rudimentary at best. He lacked the experience to utilize his internal energy fully and remained unpolished in critical areas such as swordsmanship, mounted combat, and advanced movement techniques. However, the sheer power of his physical strength and internal energy gave him a sense of security. For the first time since arriving in this world, he felt capable of protecting himself¡ªwithout relying on his ever-present bodyguards. In a world where power determined safety, Edric understood that true security could only come from personal strength. ¡°With my cheat granting me 1,000 XP a day, I¡¯ll reach the rank of Great Knight in just 20 days!¡± he thought, excitement surging through him. The Great Knight realm, a step above Knight, was often regarded as the second stage of knighthood. While breaking through required only average talent, the transformation wasn¡¯t revolutionary. The primary difference lay in the significant increase in internal energy volume. Physically, a Great Knight wasn¡¯t much stronger than a Knight. The rank after Great Knight, however, was Silver Knight¡ªa realm where strength saw a qualitative leap. Silver Knights possessed far superior internal energy and combat capabilities. Yet achieving this rank was nearly impossible without Silver-grade talent. While nearly anyone who reached knighthood could eventually become a Great Knight, only a rare few ascended to the realm of Silver Knights. Edric suppressed his excitement, careful not to make any noise. The guards stationed outside his room remained oblivious to the transformative moment within. He intended to keep it that way. ¡°Right now, the most urgent issue is the system task!¡± Edric muttered as he focused on the glowing panel in his mind. The task was brutally clear: father a biological child within 498 days or face the ultimate penalty¡ªdeath. "Mother has already arranged for me to marry Serene, my cousin," Edric thought, his expression darkening. "There¡¯s no way to refuse. Noble families are infamous for marrying within their bloodlines to consolidate power." The marriage was set for three months from now, but the timeline of the task left him little room for error. A child needed nine months to be born, effectively giving him only four months after the wedding to ensure the task¡¯s success. The possibility of complications or failure was a chilling thought. "I can¡¯t take any chances," Edric concluded grimly. "To ensure success, I¡¯ll need to secure a few mistresses. If one pregnancy fails, the others will give me a safety net before the deadline." The logic was sound, but the implications were troubling. His mother, Lyria, would undoubtedly be furious if she discovered his actions. While noble society often turned a blind eye to illegitimate children, the associated risks of scandal and backlash were undeniable. The women involved would also face harsh consequences if their involvement became known. Discretion was paramount. Thinking of his predecessor¡¯s memories of Lyria and her infamous temper, Edric hesitated. He vividly recalled her punitive ways and couldn¡¯t help but feel a shadow of dread. "It won¡¯t be easy to hide anything from my bodyguards," Edric mused with a sigh. As the eldest son, he was heavily guarded at all times. At least one knight and five elite soldiers followed him everywhere, even within the palace. His mother had tightened security further since tensions with the Darkwind family had escalated. Edric¡¯s legendary knight talent made him a valuable asset¡ªand a prime target for assassination. His guards were both a shield and a shackle, safeguarding him while limiting his freedom. "Perhaps I should wait until I¡¯ve become a Great Knight," he thought. With his cheat accelerating his progress, he could achieve that rank within 20 days. At that level, he would be capable of protecting himself from most threats, including potential assassins. For now, any attempt to dismiss his guards or sneak away was far too dangerous. "I need to focus on training and improving my skills," Edric resolved. "If I faced another knight now, I¡¯d definitely lose. My strength might be comparable, but my lack of experience and understanding of internal energy would be my downfall." Determined, Edric set aside his worries. Tomorrow, he would visit the training grounds to seek guidance from his mentor, Sir Baldwin, on mastering internal energy. Revealing his recent breakthrough as a knight wouldn¡¯t come as a shock¡ªeveryone already regarded him as a prodigy. Even so, Edric planned to keep the news quiet. He would ask Sir Baldwin to maintain secrecy, understanding that the fewer people who knew of his progress, the better. "Maybe I shouldn¡¯t even tell Sir Baldwin," he reconsidered. "I should consult Lyria first about whether it¡¯s safe to reveal my breakthrough." Yet his predecessor¡¯s memories of his mother made him hesitate. She loomed as an intimidating figure in his mind¡ªa disciplinarian whose approval was hard to earn. Edric felt a deep reluctance to approach her for anything. As he lay down on his massive bed, the weight of his thoughts pressed heavily upon him. Pulling the covers over himself, he allowed his head to sink into the plush pillow. Exhaustion from his breakthrough lingered, and he drifted into a deep sleep almost immediately. Chapter 3 Mother Knows Best III "Master, please wake up!" Edric heard a soft voice calling out to him. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by the familiar face of his maid, Mara. She had been serving him faithfully since he was five years old. "Master, your honorable mother is waiting for you; please wash up and dress up as soon as possible!" Mara urged, her tone carrying a mix of respect and urgency. "What time is it?" Edric groaned as he sat up in his bed, stretching his limbs. He had become a knight yesterday, but only his body had improved; his sleepiness and his need for sleep were not affected. "It''s already noon!" Mara replied. "What?" Edric shot out of bed in a panic. He quickly washed up, dressed, and left his chambers with Mara trailing behind him. Upsetting his mother was the last thing he could afford.
Countess Lyria Windwalker is an 80-year-old Silver Knight. Despite her age, she looks astonishingly youthful¡ªno older than 20. This youthful appearance is thanks to the longevity of Silver Knights, who can live up to 250 years. Lyria''s talent in knight training is nothing short of extraordinary; she achieved the Silver Knight rank at just 70, a feat considered among the best in the Bloodstone Kingdom, if not the entire Silver Flower Island. Having a mother of such caliber brings both advantages and challenges for Edric. On one hand, he has inherited her remarkable talent, and her status provides him with a powerful backer. Few dare to take him lightly, knowing his mother is both a Silver Knight and a Countess. On the other hand, her domineering nature is a constant source of frustration. Lyria interferes in every aspect of his life. While other 15-year-old nobles live leisurely, indulging in frivolities, Edric has no such freedom. His mother ensures he adheres to a strict regimen, and any sign of slacking off is met with harsh reprimands¡ªor worse. The original owner of Edric¡¯s body suffered greatly under her rule, harboring deep resentment toward her strict ways. After being transmigrated into this body, Edric was shocked to discover just how deeply the original owner resented and even feared his mother. Reviewing the memories, he realized Lyria had a habit of punishing Edric harshly for every mistake from a very young age. Most of his memories of her are filled with beatings and scoldings. The original Edric inherited his mother''s talent in knight training but lacked her disciplined nature. He rarely trained willingly as a knight. His progress came solely because Lyria allowed him to do little else. If his progress slowed, she would beat him until he promised to work harder. For now, Edric has no choice but to obey her every command. The power gap between them is too vast for resistance. However, with the help of the system, Edric is confident he will reach the Silver Knight realm soon. Once he matches her strength, he plans to assert his autonomy and stand against her overbearing attitude. Although Edric no longer resents Lyria after his transmigration¡ªrecognizing that her actions ultimately stem from a desire to help him¡ªhe is far from comfortable with her controlling every aspect of his life.
Edric¡¯s appearance was striking. He had fiery red hair, pale skin, vivid green eyes, and a clear, delicate face. Even after breaking through as a knight and developing strong, defined muscles, his face retained its gentle features. If someone saw only his face, they might not believe he was a knight. Lyria, his mother, shared the same vibrant red hair and green eyes. Their resemblance was undeniable; anyone who saw them together could immediately tell they were related. However, due to her youthful appearance, no one would ever guess they were mother and son. Her figure was fit and graceful, lacking the bulk one might associate with knights of her caliber. Silver Knights are different from Knights and Great Knights. When Lyria was a Great Knight, she was famous as the most muscular woman in the territory, but after becoming a Silver Knight, the quality of her internal energy improved, and her muscles condensed, so even though she now looks much slimmer, her strength is much higher than when she was outwardly muscular. After breaking through to Silver Knight, one could no longer determine one''s strength based on physical appearance alone; even a slim and thin person may be strong enough to defeat a muscular man using just one finger. ... Sitting across the grand dining table, Edric studied his mother as she sipped her tea. After the servants left the room, he decided there was no point hiding his achievement. "Mother, I finally broke through!" he declared, his voice steady but filled with excitement. "I am now a knight!" Lyria¡¯s hand, holding the cup, paused mid-air, her piercing gaze locking onto him. Her green eyes studied him intently as though trying to discern the truth. Even as a Silver Knight, she couldn¡¯t assess someone¡¯s strength just by looking. There are spells capable of that; however, Lyria is not a mage and cannot cast any spells.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. "Are you lying to me, Eddie?" she asked, her tone sharp. "The last time I checked, you were far from breaking through!" Rising from her seat, she extended her hand toward him. "Take my hand and pull it to your side with all your might," she commanded. Edric knew his mother didn¡¯t entirely believe him; she was right not to trust him completely; the old Edric had many times lied to his mother to escape her regular beatings. He nodded without being offended, took Lyria¡¯s hand, and pulled with all his might. As expected, he couldn¡¯t move her hand even an inch¡ªthe difference in strength was far too significant. However, the strength he displayed was enough to confirm his breakthrough into the rank of knight. Without a word, Lyria returned to her seat on the other side of the table and resumed drinking her tea, her expression unreadable. Edric was accustomed to his mother¡¯s behavior. She always carried herself in a way that made her thoughts and intentions impossible to decipher. After finishing her tea, she finally looked at Edric, her emerald eyes meeting his. ¡°I¡¯m proud of you, Eddie,¡± she said, her tone calm but sincere. ¡°I only broke through to the knight stage when I was 15 years and six months old. It was a record that shocked everyone. But now, you, my son, have managed to break my record.¡± A faint smile crossed Lyria¡¯s lips. She didn¡¯t seem upset that her record had been surpassed. Hearing this, Edric smiled without even realizing it; this was the first time in his memory that Lyria had ever said such a thing; the original Edric would have most likely cried hearing this. ¡°Thank you, Mother, it''s all thanks to you,¡± Edric replied with a smile of his own; he didn''t mind giving all the credit to his mother; after all, improving his relationship with Lyria could only be beneficial. Furthermore, there was no way he could explain this sudden strength gain without revealing the system; as a transmigrator, like all other transmigrators, Edric had no plans of revealing the system to Lyria, so giving her credit for his recent breakthrough was the most rational choice. Edric¡¯s father had passed away long ago, but his absence was never truly felt. His mother¡¯s discipline and stern guidance filled that role, perhaps more than it should. Instead, he missed the warmth and love of a maternal presence. His maid, Mara, had tried to provide some of that affection, but no servant could fully replace a mother. ¡°Eddie, my smart boy,¡± Lyria said, her tone turning serious. ¡°We must keep your breakthrough a secret. If word gets out, they¡¯ll target you even more aggressively. Being too talented is often not a blessing but a curse.¡± ¡°I understand, Mother. Can I train with Sir Baldwin?¡± Edric asked. Lyria shook her head. ¡°No, my dear. You cannot. There are spies within this castle. If you train with him, they will undoubtedly discover your breakthrough. Come to my mansion instead, and I will personally teach you.¡± Edric was astonished at the massive shift in tone Lyria showed. Never in the last 15 years had he remembered being called ''my smart boy'' or ''my dear''; the difference was between heaven and hell. Ignoring the disturbing shift in her tone, Edric nodded, excitement flickering in his chest. Being taught by a Silver Knight was a rare privilege. For his predecessor, this offer might have been daunting; the old Edric had feared his mother. However, he no longer feared her after the fusion of his soul from Earth with this world¡¯s Edric. Feeling emboldened by his mother¡¯s good mood, Edric decided to broach another matter. ¡°Mother, I cannot wait three months for my marriage. I want a mistress!¡± Even though officially frowned upon, many male nobles had other women besides their wives; in some rare cases, even powerful female nobles had ''gentlemen'' beside their husbands, though it was extremely controversial and scandalous. Those are just the nobles who dare to act openly; in practice, an overwhelming majority of male and female nobles have other partners besides their wives and husbands; after all, the marriage of nobles is mostly political, so it is not rare for noble couples to actually hate each other. Hearing Edric''s request, Lyria wasn''t surprised; after all, it''s absolutely normal for boys of Edric''s age to have these thoughts. Until now, she had prevented it because she had seen many who wasted so much time on enjoyment and neglected their knight training, but now, since he had broken through, things were different. She nodded slowly as she smiled and said, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Now that you¡¯re a knight, you deserve this. I¡¯ll ask Mara to find someone for you,¡± Lyria said with a small smile. Edric quickly added, ¡°I promise to give you many grandchildren in nine months!¡± Saying those words felt awkward. His relationship with his mother wasn¡¯t close enough for such discussions to feel natural, but he had no other choice. Completing the system task was paramount. Lyria started thinking, frowning; she considered instructing Mara to ensure the woman wouldn¡¯t conceive, but after hearing what Edric said, she ultimately decided against it. After all, it wasn¡¯t uncommon for nobles to have illegitimate children. For Edric, who showed talent to surpass even her, having more children could only be beneficial. His ability to break through to the knight realm sooner than her impressed her deeply. In a good mood, she said, "I would be happy to see my grandchildren in nine months; ask Mara whatever you want, and she will provide it." Edric was shocked once again to hear this. All these years, she had never allowed him to, in her words, ''waste his time'' by having a female companion; now, all of a sudden, she agreed to his request of having multiple mistresses. Standing up, Lyria smoothed her dress and prepared to leave. ¡°You have seven days to rest and clear your mind. After that, come to me; I will teach you everything you need to know about being a knight,¡± she said. As the Countess, her responsibilities were vast. The escalating tensions with the Darkwind family demanded her immediate attention, leaving little time for leisurely conversations with Edric. Edric, having achieved his aim, returned to his room. All he had to do was ask Mara and wait for her to bring his partners. As for who the women would be, he didn¡¯t care; he only cared about completing the system task; if it wasn¡¯t for the task, having a mistress wouldn¡¯t have been in his top 10 priorities. In any case, he trusted Mara to find individuals who were reasonably beautiful and healthy and who could help him fulfill the system task within nine months. As the talented heir of Countess Lyria, Edric is extremely popular; Mara would have no trouble finding qualified, willing candidates. Chapter 4 The Burden of Brilliance I
Of course, Edric had made one thing abundantly clear to Mara: he would never agree to this arrangement if the woman in question was unwilling. Even though he was not a good person in his last life, he wasn''t chaotic evil either; he would rather avoid unnecessary trouble and reputational damage by forcing anyone into the task. Fortunately, that was not an issue worth considering, as the allure of aligning oneself with Edric¡¯s promising future was enough to entice numerous volunteers. Though Mirelle had been chosen, her role would be far from that of a high-ranking noble spouse. As the eldest son of the powerful Windwalker family, Edric''s eventual marriage would undoubtedly be to a lady of high nobility, someone who could strengthen the family¡¯s political and social standing. Of course, now that Edric has the system, he can break the rules. Once he becomes a Legendary Knight, he can directly ignore all arbitrary rules set by the kingdom, all the traditions and expectations, etc.; he can marry whoever he wants without anybody capable of stopping him. Ultimately, laws can only strangle those who cannot break them. However, Edric never thought of wasting too much effort on romantic affairs. He will surely break through to realms even above Legendary Knights with the system. Once he became the strongest, he could care for his romantic needs however he wanted. The task''s punishment for non-completion is death, which is the only reason Edric has been forced to have a biological child; otherwise, he would have preferred not to leave behind his bloodline. After all, he doesn''t know what kind of strange spells exist; it''s possible that someday, some magician using his descendants could harm him. Edric''s illegitimate children would be excluded from the line of succession; he wouldn''t be able to do anything about it unless he becomes a Legendary Knight and advocates hard to change the kingdom''s fundamental laws. He is not sure he cares enough to do that; as unpleasant as it is to his modern sensibilities, like all other illegitimate descendants of nobles, his children would also be discriminated against compared to legitimate ones. Everyone, including transmigrators like Edric, has limited resources and time; if he spent his time trying to fix the world''s unjust laws, he would inevitably delay his knight and mage training. His XP can only improve his cultivation level; it couldn''t help him learn swordsmanship or new magic spells. The limitation of not being included in the line of succession might not be much of a disadvantage. With Countess Lyria Windwalker being a Silver Knight, her longevity promised that Edric would have many years before inheriting the title himself. Unless an illegitimate child proved extraordinarily gifted¡ªperhaps by reaching the coveted Golden Knight stage¡ªthe title of Count or Countess would remain far out of their reach. ... Edric stood in a room prepared by Mara, waiting for her to bring Mirelle. The air was heavy, with an awkward tension that Edric found nearly unbearable. "This is so uncomfortable," Edric muttered under his breath. As someone who had lived a modern life in his previous world, the entire situation felt surreal and almost absurd. In his past life, finding a romantic partner had been straightforward. In this new world, however, as the heir to a noble house, such matters were far more complicated. It wasn¡¯t like he could stroll into a nightclub and meet someone. Leaving such arrangements to his mother and Mara seemed like the most practical¡ªalbeit uncomfortable¡ªoption.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡°Damn this ridiculous task,¡± Edric thought, frowning. The task was only delaying him from his knight and mage training. His only consolation was the promise of a skill from completing the task, a reward that piqued his curiosity despite his reluctance. "System, what is a white-level skill?" he asked the system. "Ding! The system can answer the host''s question. Superficial answer: 100 XP - Thorough answer: 1,000 XP - Complete answer: 10,000 XP" "I choose the superficial answer!" Edric gritted his teeth and said; he had been struggling for two days on whether to spend XP for the answer; until now, he hadn''t, but now that he is about to complete the task, he should at least have some idea of what a white-level skill is. "Skills are categorized into 10 categories with ten colors: Average skill with white color, Silver skill with silver color, Golden skill with golden color, Legendary skill with red color, Mythic skill with Cyan color, Ultra skill with Pink color, Super skill with Green color, Extreme skill with Purple color, Absolute skill with black color, Supreme skill with (classified) color." "The rank of the skill rewarded by the system depends on various factors, including the difficulty of completion; for a thorough answer, please pay a further 900 XPs." After reading the system''s response, he was pretty disappointed; it turned out that white-level skills were at the absolute bottom. After reading everything, he closed the system interface and decided to check out the thorough explanation about the skills later when he became at least a Golden Knight. Until then, he shouldn''t waste his XP on anything but his personal strength. A few minutes passed; Mara came in, leading a young woman into the room. Mirelle was about eighteen or nineteen years old. Mirelle curtsied gracefully, her demeanor poised yet modest. ¡°Master, I am honored to be chosen as your partner,¡± she said, her voice soft but steady. Edric studied her silently for a moment. She was fair-skinned, with auburn hair that fell in gentle waves down her back. Her features were delicate but carried a hint of determination. Her posture and confidence suggested she had been raised in a disciplined, noble household, yet she exuded a warmth that made her approachable. ¡°Hm,¡± Edric murmured, unsure of how to respond. The memories of his current body offered no guidance in such situations, and his modern sensibilities only added to his discomfort. This formalized arrangement felt rigid and alien for a man used to casual relationships. Sensing his unease, Mara spoke up. ¡°Master, please enjoy your time. I will take my leave now.¡± She curtsied before slipping out of the room, leaving the two alone. The silence that followed was deafening. Edric¡¯s mind raced, searching for something to say. Mirelle simply stood patiently, her hands folded neatly in front of her. ¡°So¡­ you¡¯re okay with this?¡± Edric finally asked, his voice uncertain. Mirelle nodded without hesitation. ¡°Yes, Master. It is an honor for my family and me. I have no reservations.¡± Taking a deep breath, Edric took out a few jars of high-quality wine. "Take it easy; sit down, let''s drink and talk!" he said. Mirelle respectfully sat down while bowing her head. Seeing her extremely respectful demeanor, Edric could only sigh; the two worlds were too different after all; Mirelle''s demeanor was making everything much more awkward. ... Edric lay on the ornate bed, his gaze fixed on the intricate patterns etched into the canopy above. His thoughts swirled with reflections on the night he had just experienced. It was clear that Mara had deliberately chosen someone with at least some experience. Even though Mirelle was awkward at the start, she was focused and efficient once it began. She did not hesitate in her actions as she moved to fulfill her duty. Now, he turned his attention to the glowing system interface hovering in his vision: Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 3 months, and 6 days Task: Have a biological child (Mirelle ¨C 266 days left)
  • Reward: A random White-level skill
  • Deadline: 497 days
  • Non-completion Punishment: Death
Techniques:
  • Great Knight Training: 2 / 20,000
  • Mage Training: 159 / 10,000
Talents:
  • Knight Talent: Superior (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Inferior (0 / 100,000)
Cheat: Low Level ¨C 1,000 XP per day Available XP: 1,507 Edric''s eyes narrowed as he focused on the new line in the task display: Mirelle ¨C 266 days left. ¡°So, the system even tracks my incoming descendants!¡± he exclaimed internally, surprised. Chapter 5 The Burden of Brilliance II Seeing his incoming descendants on the system pannel was a handy feature for Edric. Knowing the result within hours, rather than waiting over a month, gave him certainty about his progress toward completing the task. At least now, he wouldn¡¯t be kept in suspense about whether the night was successful. "But just one incoming child isn¡¯t enough," he thought, his brow furrowing. Mage talent was extremely rare, far, far rarer than knight talent. Edric loved living as a noble in this world of magic. The stakes were too high. Failure to fulfill the system¡¯s requirements meant facing death before his journey even started, and he would not risk it under any circumstances. Determined not to leave his fate to chance, Edric decided to make two descendants a day; by the end of the week, he should have more than 10 incoming children; that way, unless something catastrophic happens that kills everyone in the city, his task would be successfully completed. His mother said that Mara would fulfill all of his wishes in this one week; asking for so much is taking advantage of his mother''s generosity, but with his life on the line, he couldn''t care less about what his mother, Mara, or anyone else thought. Thinking of the limited time, he nudged Mirelle, waking her up; he then called Mara and asked her for another mistress. Mara looked at Edric with questioning eyes. "Master, didn''t you just ..." Mara didn''t continue her sentence. Edric said, "My mother said I could do whatever I wanted this week, so please do as I said." Mirelle stared at Edric with disbelief. Her mind raced, thinking about what she had done to make Edric dissatisfied. She had many dreams, such as capturing the heart of the most famous genius in the entire Windwalker territory, but now, it seemed Edric wasn''t very impressed by her. "Master, please forgive me!" She bowed, trying to understand what caused this sudden change. Edric looked at her and said, "You did nothing wrong! Please, rest for a few days." Looking at Mara, he said, "Mara, please, take care of her every need." Mara simply bowed. She had known Edric for years, but until now, she had not known this side of him. The two left, leaving Edric sitting on the bed. "The task must be completed!" he determined. Even though he was hungry, he persevered. He must make at least two descendants today to be on schedule! ... Marquis Rhaegor Darkwind, the patriarch of the Darkwind family, was once renowned as a formidable Silver Knight in his youth. Tales of his strength and valor had echoed throughout the kingdom. However, those days of glory were long gone. At over 220 years old, the current marquis is a mere shadow of his former self.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. Time had taken its toll. The once-mighty knight, who could cleave enemies in half with a single strike, now relied on attendants to help him stand up. He could no longer walk without assistance, let alone wield a weapon in battle. Silver Knights, blessed with extraordinary longevity and resilience, typically lived up to 250 years. Yet, their prime seldom extended beyond their 200th year; once they crossed that threshold, their bodies would begin deteriorating rapidly, the strength of their youth fading like embers of a dying fire. For Marquis Rhaegor, this decline had been incredibly tragic. A mere two decades ago, he had been the epitome of vitality¡ªstrong, sharp-witted, and commanding respect across the kingdom. Now, he is frail, his authority waning with each passing year. It was well known that a Silver Knight who failed to ascend to the level of a Golden Knight by the age of 200 would never reach there. The energy required to achieve such a breakthrough became impossible to muster as his body aged past 200 years old. When it became clear that Rhaegor would never rise beyond his Silver Knight status, the focus of the Darkwind family shifted from him to his successor. The failure of Marquis Rhaegor to break through had set off a chain reaction that plunged the Darkwind family into turmoil. With no clear successor, a fierce battle for the marquisate erupted, engulfing the family in chaos. For the past twenty years, this conflict had raged unchecked, destabilizing the Darkwind territory and its neighbors. The struggle for succession wasn¡¯t merely a private affair¡ªit had spiraled into a region-wide crisis. Neighboring noble families, such as the Windwalker, Stonefist, and Highpeak families, were all drawn into the vortex of unrest. Trade routes were disrupted, alliances fractured, and skirmishes became commonplace along the borders. Among these families, none felt the impact as profoundly as the Windwalkers. The Windwalker and Darkwind families shared a tumultuous history. Once, centuries ago, the Windwalkers had been vassals under the Darkwind banner. However, a schism had fractured that relationship, leading to the Windwalkers breaking away and establishing their independence. The split had left deep scars, and although both sides had signed a peace accord brokered by the king himself, animosity continued to simmer beneath the surface. This fragile truce had lasted for generations, upheld more out of necessity than genuine reconciliation. Yet, the peace was tenuous at best, and tensions frequently flared into conflict. Even minor land, trade, or honor disputes often escalated into outright skirmishes. Now, with the Darkwind family embroiled in its internal struggle for power, the situation had grown even more precarious. The Windwalker family, led by the formidable Marquis Alaric Windwalker, took advantage of the chaos and started interfering with the succession battle. At first, Marquis Alaric Windwalker wanted to avoid getting involved, but after the disruption of the trade routes, it became crystal clear that whether the Windwalkers wanted it or not, they would be affected; so, as the head of the Windwalkers, he decided to support the rebel faction of the Darkwinds. He made a bet: if the rebel faction succeeds, it would bring a lot of benefit to the Windwalker family; if Marquis Rhaegor Darkwind''s faction wins, it would be bad but not catastrophic; whoever the successor, they wouldn''t be able to do much beyond the disruption of trade routes, which is already happening regardless. The disruption of trade routes forced Marquis Windwalker''s hand; the worst-case scenario of trade route disruption was already happening, so participating in the succession fight was without any drawbacks. Of course, the Windwalker family, once a vassal of the Darkwind family trying to interfere, outraged many in the main faction of the Darkwind family. They started to call for a war to bring the Windwalkers back into vassalage. However, everyone knew this was all empty talk; the Darkwind family was powerful, but it was split, consuming itself in the internal struggle; furthermore, it was surrounded by three noble families waiting and looking for an excuse to bite a chunk of territory out of the Darkwinds. Even though conquering the lands of other nobles is forbidden, if the excuse is defensible, the king would approve it. As such, the Darkwinds would never give an excuse to the three hungry wolves around them; if they did, they would be swallowed up or at least lose a lot of territory. Disruption of trade routes, economic sanctions, etc., are not acceptable excuses by the king''s standard, but starting an all-out war to conquer another noble''s territory absolutely is; once they do it, the king would doubtlessly allow the other three families to conquer Darkwind territory. Chapter 6 The Burden of Brilliance III Marquis Rhaegor Darkwind groaned as his eyes fluttered open. A sharp pain surged through his back, spreading through his aged body. He gritted his teeth, cursing the weakness that had overtaken him. ¡°Ahh, the damn drugs have worn off again! Call the doctor!¡± he bellowed, his once-mighty voice now a ragged shadow of its former power. The years had not been kind to the marquis. Decades of grueling battles and relentless toil had finally caught up with him, leaving his body a ruin of its former glory. These days, he relied heavily on powerful drugs to dull the unending pain. Moments later, the family physician entered, carrying a small vial of shimmering liquid. Marquis Rhaegor grabbed it with trembling hands, downing its contents in a single gulp. He grimaced as the bitter concoction slid down his throat, but although it was unpleasant, its effects were amazing; within moments, the pain receded to a bearable level. ¡°Get out,¡± he snapped, waving a hand at the doctor. ¡°And send for Valdrin.¡± The physician bowed deeply and left the room. ... Half an hour later, Valdrin Darkwind entered. The eldest surviving son of the marquis, Valdrin, was a striking figure with blond hair and sharp black eyes. As the heir to the Darkwind family, he carried himself with authority, though his every movement hinted at a simmering aggression beneath the surface. ¡°Father,¡± Valdrin greeted, bowing respectfully before approaching the marquis¡¯s bedside. Rhaegor wasted no time on pleasantries. ¡°What news of the negotiations? Did they succeed?¡± A few weeks ago, Rhaegor ordered Valdrin to send diplomats to the Windwalker family to reduce tensions. Valdrin''s voice was filled with contempt as he spoke. "Alaric Windwalker is an uncultured barbarian who refuses to meet with us. There is no chance of resolving this peacefully, Father. The only way to settle this is on the battlefield. The king may disapprove, but we cannot back down now. If we do not act, our family will be destroyed." The marquis clenched his fists, his face darkening with rage. ¡°Damn them! They¡¯re exploiting my temporary weakness!¡± he growled. ¡°If I were at my full strength, those Windwalkers would not dare to interfere in our affairs!¡± The tension in the room was palpable as Valdrin continued his report. ¡°Count Maeric, Viscount Gareth, Baron Korwyn, and many other lords within our own Darkwind territory are openly defying your orders. They¡¯re rallying behind Kaelith as the next successor. Father, this rebellion is no longer a mere annoyance. We cannot ignore their defiance any longer.¡± The mention of Kaelith, Rhaegor¡¯s second legitimate son, caused the marquis¡¯s expression to sour further. Kaelith was a rising Silver Knight and a formidable contender for the family¡¯s leadership. Unlike Valdrin, who had a reputation for his heavy-handed tactics and centralizing power, Kaelith was more diplomatic and charismatic. But what made Kaelith particularly dangerous was his support network. Backed openly by the majority of the Darkwind nobles and covertly by the Windwalker and Stonefist families, Kaelith posed a significant threat to Valdrin¡¯s claim to the marquisate. Valdrin¡¯s tone grew urgent as he continued, ¡°Father, we must act now. If we delay any longer, Kaelith¡¯s faction will grow even stronger. Count Maeric and the others are already defying you openly. Please reconsider your stance!¡±Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! The marquis sighed heavily, his frail body sinking deeper into the plush cushions of his bed. ¡°This is not the time for battle,¡± he muttered, shaking his head. ¡°My condition is too fragile. And where is that damned mage? Why hasn¡¯t he arrived to heal me yet? I paid him enough gold to fill a river!¡± Rhaegor said, extremely frustrated. Ordinary doctors can no longer treat him; the best they can do is relieve his pain. Silver Knights can live at most 250 years; if they have hidden injuries, they may die sooner than that. Rhaegor participated in many battles and was injured many times in his younger years; he would be lucky to live past 230 years old. For someone like Rhaegor, only those who can use healing magic, who can heal internal injuries perfectly, can help him; unfortunately, mages are extremely rare, even as the marquis of Darkwind territory with hundreds of knights under him and deep pockets, he still could only ask for a mage but not easily get one. Seeing his father reject his proposals one after another, Valdrin gritted his teeth in rage. As long as his father was alive, he could still win; however, once Rhaegor died, the loyal knights under him would immediately flip to Kaelith; in that case, Valdrin could only run away and take refuge in the royal territory. For years, he had begged his father to take a more aggressive approach, but Rhaegor¡¯s reluctance to act decisively had allowed their enemies to grow bolder; each day that passed, the chance of Valdrin''s ultimate succession would reduce. "I have to do something, anything!" Valdrin racked his brain and smiled after thinking of a plan. ¡°If we cannot fight outright, we must resort to more... subtle methods,¡± Valdrin said to his father, his voice low and dangerous. The marquis raised a weary eyebrow. ¡°What do you mean?¡± Valdrin leaned closer, his expression cold and calculating. ¡°Edric Windwalker. The boy is already gaining a reputation as a prodigy. If his talent is like his mother¡¯s, he could become a formidable knight¡ªperhaps even a Silver or Golden Knight one day. We cannot allow the Windwalkers to produce another monster like Lyria.¡± The plan to assassinate talented geniuses of other noble families, especially those belonging to the Windwalkers, was nothing new; however, previous versions of the plan remained as plans and never materialized simply because the Darkwind family feared retaliation. The marquis¡¯s eyes narrowed. Memories of Lyria Windwalker, the current Countess of the Windwalker family, flashed through his mind. He had underestimated her once, allowing her to grow into one of the most powerful knights in the kingdom. ¡°I regret letting that girl Lyria grow to maturity,¡± Rhaegor admitted bitterly. ¡°If only I had acted sooner...¡± Valdrin seized the moment. ¡°We cannot make the same mistake again, Father. Edric must be dealt with before he grows too powerful. We should arrange for an assassination¡ªclean, discreet, and untraceable.¡± The marquis considered this for a long moment. Finally, he nodded. ¡°You¡¯re right. Eliminate the boy. But ensure no loose ends¡ªthis cannot be traced back to us.¡± A sinister smile spread across Valdrin¡¯s face. ¡°It will be done,¡± he said confidently. Valdrin''s plan was simple: Since his father is not willing to start a war, he has to provoke the Windwalkers into starting it. Assassinating Edric is just a way to enrage the Windwalkers; if not enough, he would start assassinating other promising geniuses; at some point, they would be enraged enough to start the war finally. Once the war between the Windwalkers and the Darkwind family starts, it would significantly weaken the position of Kaelith; after all, the many nobles who follow and support him are still part of the extended Darkwind family and wouldn''t want to see their land occupied by the Windwalkers. The only reason they are allies with the Windwalkers is the succession fight; once the war starts, if they lose it, there may not be a marquis of Darkwind left for succession if the Windwalkers win the war. Valdrin had said that he would cover all traces, but doing so would be counterproductive to his plans, so he decided to leave behind traces to prove the Darkwinds killed Edric. Valdrin''s actions were extremely risky. There was little chance of success, and failure meant the Darkwind family might be completely wiped out. However, Valdrin didn''t care; if he couldn''t inherit the title, nobody should; he was ready and willing to burn it all if he failed. From Valdrin''s view, he is clearly the legitimate successor chosen by his father, the eldest son, who waited over fifty years for it. His brother Kaelith is a traitor who allied with enemies, like the Windwalkers, to subvert the legitimate successor. In Valdrin''s eyes, Kaelith''s victory is even worse than the destruction of the whole Darkwind family; he would be happy to burn everything down if it prevents Kaelith from owning it. Bowing deeply, Valdrin left the room to plan for the assassination. Chapter 7 The Burden of Brilliance IV Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 3 months, and 12 days Task: Have a biological child
  • Mirelle: 260 days left
  • Adelina: 260 days left
  • Eleanor: 261 days left
  • Judith: 261 days left
  • Rowena: 261 days left
  • Sybil: 262 days left
  • Theodora: 262 days left
  • Isolde: 262 days left
  • Gisela: 263 days left
  • Felicity: 265 days left
  • Bridget: 265 days left
  • Anabel: 269 days left
  • Alison: 270 days left
  • Anwyn: 271 days left
  • Fiora: 275 days left
  • Reward: A random White-level skill
  • Deadline: 491 days
  • Non-completion Punishment: Death
Techniques:
  • Great Knight Training: 3 / 20,000
  • Mage Training: 159 / 10,000
Talents:
  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
Cheat: Low Level - 1,000 XP per day Available XP: 7,507
Edric leaned back in his chair, smiling faintly as he studied the glowing system panel floating before him. "With 15 incoming children, the task can be considered complete!" Edric thought. The last week had been like a dream; now, thinking about it, it felt unreal. He had been literally only busy with making descendants for the entire week, even neglecting food. He might have collapsed if his physique wasn''t as strong as a knight''s. "I am super rich; there shouldn''t be a problem providing for them and their mothers. I wonder how Lyria will react," Edric thought with a bit of worry; his mother had been away for a week and didn''t know about any of this. She returned today and asked for his attendance in half an hour. "Who cares what she thinks anyway? I had no other choice; the punishment for task non-completion is death. I cannot risk it, no matter what Lyria may think!" Edric put aside these thoughts and completely diverted his attention away from the system task; he considered the task de facto completed and would no longer waste his time making more descendants. It was time to learn how to use internal energy; after all, he would soon become a Great Knight; for a Great Knight, not knowing how to use internal strength would be comical. ¡°Over 7,000 XP in reserve,¡± he mused, tapping the panel lightly with his finger. "How should I invest the XP? Should I become a Great Knight or become a mage?" His smile faltered as he considered his next decision: where to invest the accumulated points. The wrong choice could slow his progress and combat power; maybe if he focused only on knight training, he would be able to reach the legendary stage sooner than focusing on both mage and knight paths. Edric¡¯s gaze lingered on his Knight Training progress bar. Knight training came naturally to him, thanks to his Legendary Knight Talent. With his talent, combined with effort, mastering combat skills related to knights, such as swordsmanship, horsemanship, bowmanship, etc., would be far easier than progressing as a mage. "People with high mage talent should be able to learn and master complicated spells," Edric thought; he didn''t exactly know what the use of mage talent was, but it should be related to learning spells.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. His Mage Training progress was at 159 out of 10,000. Despite his inferior talent in magic, the allure of becoming a mage was difficult to ignore. ¡°My magic talent is abysmal,¡± Edric admitted to himself. ¡°Learning spells would be slow, and casting them skillfully would be even harder. I could upgrade my talent, but not now¡ªnot with so many other priorities.¡± He frowned, deep in thought. ¡°Still, even with my limited talent, if I can become a mage, it would greatly improve my odds of survival in case of a disaster. A single healing spell could be the difference between life and death in battle.¡± Mages held a unique position in the world. While they weren¡¯t inherently stronger than knights, their versatility made them indispensable. A mage might not have the raw power to rival a knight of the same level, but their ability to cast spells like fireballs, shields, and healing magic elevated their value far beyond knights. Despite their rarity, mages aren''t much stronger than knights of the same level; in a one-on-one battle, no one could predict the winner of a match between an ordinary mage and an ordinary knight. The value of mages isn''t in their combat power; it''s in their spells. Healing spells, mind control spells, invisibility spells, and many others are extremely valuable to high-ranking nobles. The value of a mage is far, far higher than that of a knight because mages are much rarer and have many uses in areas beyond simple combat. ¡°Mages truly shine at higher levels,¡± Edric muttered, recalling what he had read about high-ranking mages. With mastery over flight and swift spellcasting, a Golden mage could dominate the battlefield against even several Golden Knights. That said, in the real world, high-ranking mages are so rare that they aren''t an important factor in large battles; a Golden mage would never bother participating in ordinary battles simply because they are in such high demand they could join any force and be welcomed; they can only wait for the battle to end and join the winner. There hasn''t been a recorded appearance of a Golden mage in the entire history of Silver Flower Island. ¡°With my Average mage talent, it would have taken decades to become an ordinary mage through traditional training,¡± Edric thought, his lips curling into a wry smile. ¡°But with the system, I can bypass the endless meditating and mana channelling. I can directly become a mage by just spending 10,000 XP.¡± His mother, Countess Lyria Windwalker, was highly talented in knight training, but she lacked even a trace of magical aptitude. None of the knights serving the Windwalker family possessed mage talent either. ¡°I¡¯m the only knight in the entire Windwalker territory with any mage potential,¡± Edric mused. ¡°Even if it¡¯s just average talent, it¡¯s still amazing.¡± His mage talent is a secret; only his mother, Lyria, and other trusted servants and relatives know about it. Once the secret leaks, even other noble families may try to assassinate him; after all, he has the potential to become both a mighty knight and mage who could dominate the surrounding territories. ¡°The system XP won¡¯t help me learn spells, though,¡± Edric reminded himself. He knew that even if he became a mage, he would need to put in the effort to acquire and master spells and mage arts on his own. With his Average talent, this would be no easy task. Edric¡¯s fingers hovered over the panel. ¡°Still, it¡¯s worth it. Magic is too valuable to ignore, especially in a world where survival often hinges on unexpected advantages.¡± After considering everything, he decided to save 10,000 XP to become a mage. He would then determine his long-term strategy after gaining firsthand experience and understanding the power of mages compared to knights. Edric had heard of the stories of a handful of knights in history who possessed both knightly prowess and mage spells. These rare individuals, combining the physical might of knights with the strategic versatility of mages, became legends without breaking through the rank of legend; a Golden Knight with mage ability could easily defeat other Golden Knights. Their ability to wield spells like Heal or Fly while simultaneously crushing their enemies in close combat gave them overwhelming superiority on the battlefield. ¡°I should learn Heal and Fly spells, no question about it,¡± Edric mused, his eyes alight with determination. ¡°Those two spells will greatly enhance my chances of survival. Heal will keep me alive, and Fly will give me the mobility to escape when things get too dangerous.¡± But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside. ¡°I shouldn¡¯t keep Mom waiting,¡± Edric thought, standing up and walking toward the courtyard. Lyria had been away for a few days, but she had recently returned and asked for his attendance. Chapter 8 The Burden of Brilliance V Lyria Windwalker was a phenomenon. Even in a world dominated by centuries-old knights, her combat skills and strategic mind were unmatched. Though barely over 70 years old¡ªyoung for a Silver Knight¡ªher abilities rivaled or surpassed knights twice her age. Edric often wondered about her talent. Was it even more remarkable than his legendary knight talent? He suspected it might be. Her achievements were extraordinary within the entire kingdom. Unlike Edric, who began knight training at the age of 5, Lyria started her path late, at 8, yet her progress was astounding. By the time she turned 15, she had already become a knight. In contrast, Edric had only managed to become a knight at 15 because of his cheat system. Without it, he doubted he would have achieved knighthood before 16 or 17. Lyria¡¯s talent was so extraordinary that it broke centuries of Windwalker tradition. Women were rarely allowed to inherit titles in the family. Yet when it came time to decide on the successor of the Count of Windwalker, Marquis Alaric Windwalker, the family patriarch, intervened directly. Despite local opposition, he exercised his authority to name Lyria the Countess of Windwalker. Her rise was controversial, but her relentless focus on improving her knightly skills silenced most critics. Her ambition went beyond family politics¡ªher eyes were set on the ultimate goal: Golden Knight. Legendary knights are rare in generations; there is only a single Legendary Knight in the entire Bloodstone Kingdom, and that person is the king himself; therefore, the de facto highest realm one can wish for is the Golden rank; those who dream of Legendary rank are often mocked as delusional. Lyria spent most of her time training to become a Golden Knight. The affairs of her territory have long been delegated to others, such as the treasurer, Aelria, who runs the territory''s day-to-day operations; Lyria herself only intervenes in very important matters. Despite her dedication to knight training, Lyria managed to find time to have two legitimate children, Edric being one of them. Edric has the strongest knight talent, which is one reason why Lyria has been forcing and beating him into training from a very young age. She has other legitimate and illegitimate children, but she rarely cares about them; only Edric, the talented one, takes her beatings and has to suffer her strict training regimen. ... ¡°I¡¯d be a fool not to learn as much as I can from her,¡± Edric thought. Every moment spent training with Lyria would be highly beneficial to his knight combat skills; there is no better teacher than Lyria. The system could elevate his rank, but wielding his powers effectively required experience and technique. His mother¡¯s insights and teachings would allow him to bridge that gap. ¡°Lyria''s talent might be terrifying, but I¡¯ll catch up very soon,¡± he grinned. He looked at Lyria, who was on the other side of the arena. The two had been training using wooden swords for an hour. He was beaten with the wooden sword many times, but with his knight body, he tolerated it. He could feel his swordsmanship improving every minute he spent with her. "Now, it''s time for some real excitement! Bring in the prisoners!" Lyria pointed to the two trusted knights in the corner. The guards obeyed and brought 7 people: 5 men and 2 women, all dressed in clean clothes; the two women, in particular, wore beautiful clothes and had makeup; they didn''t look like prisoners. "What is going on? Are they prisoners?" Edric asked. Lyria said, "Of course, they are all brutal murderers, bandits who committed countless crimes and are now on death row." Then she turned her eye to the prisoners and shouted, "If you kill the young man here, your crimes will be forgiven, and you will be set free!"Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. The seven bandits looked at each other and then at Edric; they didn''t know who Edric was but knew that killing him was their only chance. Countess Lyria Windwalker had a reputation for keeping her word, so they took her promise at face value. As experienced bandits, they quickly ran around and picked up real steel swords on the sides. Then, they looked at Edric diligently, trying to estimate his strength. Lyria said, "Eddie, I wouldn''t help you in this; if they kill you, I would set them free; kill them all to survive; either you or they are going to survive." After saying this, she jumped up and landed far away, looking as the seven prisoners surrounded her son. By this point, Edric knew what was happening; Lyria wanted him to experience a real battle. "She is forcing me to kill people!" Edric had never killed anyone, whether on Earth or in this world. Looking at the seven, Edric felt his heart was calm, too calm; even though he was moments away from killing people or being killed, he felt unprecedented calmness. "This is strange! How can I be so calm?" Edric''s heartbeat was steady, with no trace of worry. One of the bandits, the tallest one, noticed his opponent was distracted, came forward, and swung his sword with all his might. "Too slow!" Edric smirked, easily dodged, and punched the tall man on the cheek. The bandit, who was a head taller than Edric, was as if hit by a cannonball; he hit the ground after flying 5 meters away; his left cheek was gushing out blood, his left eye exploded, his skull shattered and deformed. The other bandits were dumbfounded for a moment, then began shaking as if looking at a monster. "He is a knight! How can it be? How old is he?" One of the women screamed, then turned around to run away; she knew her chances of beating a knight were no higher than zero. The other five fell to their knees; resisting when the opponent was a knight is foolish. "Please forgive me, master, I will be your slave for the rest of my life!" said the other woman, whose makeup was messed up due to her crying. Looking at the bandits begging, Edric became increasingly astonished. He felt no pity at all; looking at his bloodstained fist, he felt nothing. "I just punched someone to death; why am I not feeling anything?" Edric began to worry that something may have gone wrong during the merger of the two souls. "System, Why am I not feeling anything?" He asked. "Ding! Pay 1,000,000 XP for the answer!" "Damn, 1 million? Why is it so expensive?" "Ding! Pay 1,000,000 XP for the answer!" Edric closed the system interface; he wouldn''t waste so much XP on this, even if he had the 1 million. He bent down and picked up the steel sword the tall bandit wielded toward him; then, looking at the five, he said, "Sorry!" Without waiting for their reaction, he took a step and landed before the female bandit; with one strike, her head flew high; five heads in succession flew; all in all, it took less than 3 seconds to behead five people! "Amazing! I am so powerful!" Edric started to feel excited as he understood his strength. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap! The five heads finally landed on the ground. The bodies fell, and blood started to flow and redden the training ground. The last female bandit, who tried to run, was far away and witnessed everything; she stared without begging or anything; a warm liquid flowed from her pants; she lost her control and wet herself. Edric picked up a bow and arrow, aimed at the last remaining bandit, and shot; it pierced the air and directly hit her in the eye! "Wow, my aim is so amazing!" Edric was impressed by his bowmanship skills. Looking around, he smiled as he saw all the blood. It felt really exciting, a novel experience. "There is definitely something seriously wrong with me!" Edric thought as he became increasingly excited at the sight. "Clap, clap, clap!" Lyria, who was beaming with a wide smile, appeared in front of Edric while clapping. "I didn''t expect you to be so much like me! Looking at you, I see myself in my youth!" she said. "Not only are you talented, but you are ruthless, determined, brutal! I am truly proud of you!" She looked at Edric with doting eyes. Noticing how Lyria looked at him with so much admiration and love, Edric smiled and said, "Thank you, mother, for this amazing experience!" Lyria said, "Now, let''s begin real training! Here, take this steel sword,¡± Lyria said as she tossed a massive steel blade toward Edric. The sword spun once in the air before landing precisely at his feet, its tip embedding slightly into the ground. ¡°Isn¡¯t this dangerous?¡± Edric asked hesitantly, his voice laced with uncertainty; killing a few ordinary weak bandits is different than training with his Silver Knight mother. The thought of sparring with a sharp steel blade with a Silver Knight, who seemed to enjoy killing people, seemed reckless, bordering on insanity. ¡°It is dangerous,¡± Lyria said matter-of-factly, still looking at Edric with doting eyes. ¡°Trust me, you would like being on the border of life and death.¡± She said, ¡°Take the sword. Be careful. I won''t hold back! If you''re not careful, you will die!¡± Chapter 9 The Burden of Brilliance VI Edric gulped. He absolutely believed her when she said he might die. He inherited the memories of the original Edric, and those memories left no doubt about her severity. His mother wasn¡¯t afraid of injuring her child if it meant toughening him up. ¡°Damn it,¡± Edric cursed inwardly. ¡°Why was I so eager to train? I already have a cheat system¡ªa guaranteed path to the heavens. I could¡¯ve just sat back, waited, and slowly become a Golden Knight. Why did I think this was a good idea?¡± Even though the experience of killing the bandits was indeed enjoyable, it was not worth the risk of dying in the hands of Lyria. "I wouldn''t live long if I have to weather the risk of death in ''training'' sessions with my mom; if Lyria is anything like me and enjoys seeing blood, then she may really kill me!" he thought; he may have inherited Lyria''s psychopathy when the two souls merged. Before Edric could gather his thoughts, Lyria suddenly appeared in front of him with such speed that even as a knight, Edric could barely see her shadow, her sword cutting through the air toward his neck; she didn''t seem to hold back in the slightest; she was fully using the power of a Silver Knight. ¡°Damn, you crazy bitch?!¡± Edric screamed internally; his life may come to an end right now if he makes the wrong decision. The sword, which was moving at breakneck speed, didn''t slow down; time seemed to slow down; the world seemed to slow down. In fact, nothing really slowed, but Edric¡¯s mind worked with lightning speed, making everything seem slower in comparison. Each moment stretched as his survival instincts kicked in. ¡°I¡¯m a transmigrator, destined to reach the top,¡± he thought frantically. ¡°Who would¡¯ve guessed my end would come here, at the hands of my own mother?¡± As time slowed down, he understood more and more that his chances of being able to react and dodge or protect his neck in time were, at best, 50 percent! Desperately, he combed through every scrap of knowledge he had about swordsmanship, movement skills, martial arts, etc., both from his past life on Earth and the original Edric¡¯s memories. His mind latched onto the best defensive option he could muster. With every ounce of strength in his arms, he raised the steel sword at a 33-degree angle in front of his neck, carefully aligning it to intercept the incoming blade. The sword was given to him by Lyria, and looked extremely sturdy; it had an excellent chance of being able to withstand the blow without breaking. At the same time as the sword, he bent his knees as much as possible, shrinking his frame and pulling his neck back and to the side, minimizing the exposure of his neck area. The plan wasn¡¯t to win but to survive. Lyria¡¯s sword approached and collided with Edric¡¯s. The impact was tremendous, but fortunately, his sword was extraordinary; it didn''t break in the face of a blow from a Silver Knight. The sheer force of the impact caused her sword to deflect upward, diverting her blade just enough to miss his neck slightly. The tip of her sword still grazed his hair, slicing several strands clean off. The energy behind the blow didn¡¯t dissipate. Instead, it surged through Edric¡¯s blade, sending a shockwave through his arms and throwing him backward. He tumbled across the ground, finally stopping twenty feet away.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Lyria stood where she was, with a wide smile on her lips, looking at Edric with kind eyes. ¡°My boy,¡± she said, lowering her sword. ¡°You just resisted a blow from a Silver Knight! I¡¯m proud of you. Hahaha!¡± she laughed loudly. She laughed heartily, her voice echoing through the training ground. Edric, still sprawled on the ground, didn¡¯t share her enthusiasm. His arms trembled, his shoulders throbbed, and his legs felt like jelly. His fingers barely held onto the hilt of the steel sword, which had dug into the dirt beside him during his fall. ¡°Proud?¡± he thought bitterly. ¡°I¡¯m lucky to still have my head!¡± He did seem to have inherited Lyria''s love for blood during the soul merger, but he definitely didn''t inherit her love for life-and-death battles; his only thought for the moment is how to avoid training with Lyria ever again. Thinking about what just happened, Edric trembled; one wrong move would have ended his journey! Despite all his complaints, however, deep down, he felt a flicker of pride. He had survived a blow from a Silver Knight. That wasn¡¯t something just anyone could do. Lyria strode over to him, reaching down and pulling him to his feet. ¡°Rest for a minute, then we¡¯ll go again,¡± she said with a grin. ¡°Again?!¡± Edric¡¯s jaw dropped; even though his bones were probably fine, he still felt pain all over his body; had it not been for his insanely powerful physique as a knight, he would have had to spend the next month in bed. "No, Mom, I feel my right arm has fractured! I have to see the physician! It may get worse and cause permanent disability," Edric said; his arm was probably fine, but he needed an excuse, so he said this. Lyria frowned and said, "Okay, you''re right, we cannot risk permanent damage!" Saying this, she turned around and started walking to the exit; without saying anything, it was another sudden change in behavior. Seeing Lyria leave, Edric sighed with relief and walked back to his room slowly; his arms, legs, neck, stomach, and everywhere else hurt, and they would probably hurt for the next few days. ... ¡°She¡¯s definitely crazy,¡± Edric thought, wincing as he massaged his numb hand; it had been two days, yet his hand was still numb. Despite his training as a knight, the blow had left him sore all over. At first, he thought his injuries weren''t serious, but after two days, he can now only say¡ªprobably not¡ªthe injury on his right arm may be more serious than expected. "If I were a mage, I could have cast a heal spell and quickly recovered!" Edric thought. He actually planned on breaking through and becoming a knight tonight, and now he has the required 10,000 XP. ¡°My predecessor was right to be terrified... I really underestimated Lyria,¡± Edric admitted to himself. The dread he had previously felt toward his mother was now amplified. "My life may be in more danger at her hands than in the hands of any assassin!" Edric thought with a shudder. He took a shaky breath, took the cup of medicinal herbs the physicians brought, and started drinking it. Even though it was a horrible experience with a very high chance of death that Edric never wanted to repeat, there was one upside to it. "System," Edric called the system interface. Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 3 months, and 14 days Task: Have a biological child - expand the list ? Reward: A random White-level skill ? Deadline: 489 days ? Non-completion Punishment: Death Techniques: ? Great Knight Training: 1044 / 20,000 ? Mage Training: 160 / 10,000 Talents: ? Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000) ? Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000) Cheat: Low Level - 1,000 XP per day. Available XP: 10,507 At first, he couldn¡¯t believe it. Despite all of the downsides of facing Lyria''s full power strike, the system had rewarded him heavily for surviving it. The experience points felt almost disproportionate, but it made sense. Surviving a blow from someone of Lyria¡¯s caliber was undoubtedly a significant achievement. The risk wasn''t worth the XP; he experienced it deeply and knew there was a real chance of death. Lyria wasn''t joking and absolutely not holding back, but there was no denying that his progress speed would double if he could do it every day. With every encounter, not only would his XP for knight training increase by 1,000, but his combat skills would also grow. Of course, he doesn''t know if he would get the same 1,000 XP if he survives the strike again; it may be a one-time bonus for surviving a life-and-death experience. In any case, Edric has no plan on ever going through it again; he doesn''t want to die by his mother''s hand; if that does happen, he would be the laughingstock of all transmigrators. Chapter 10 The Art of Learning I "That one training session with Lyria was so rewarding!" Edric thought as he lay on his bed. It had been exactly seven days since that day; he delayed his breakthrough into a mage because he wanted his injuries to get better; after all, even if he added the required XP and became a mage, he wouldn''t be able to cast a heal spell on himself right away; it takes a lot of time to learn it, especially with his abysmally bad mage talent. "I underestimated a knight''s recovery speed!" Edric thought as he stood up. The numbness in his right hand and arm had greatly improved, and his body no longer hurt. He was back to normal. "I got 1,000 XP in just a few hours of training with Lyria; maybe I should train with her and invest my XP exclusively in my mage training?" He thought for a moment, then shook his head; his mom, Lyria, would not hold back; if he is unlucky, he may really die. "No, I don''t want to die like that! I would never again train with her!" He completely abandoned the thought of training with Lyria again. "But even if I am not going to train with Lyria again, I must discover the system''s exact formula to award XP. I thought that training wouldn¡¯t amount to much compared to my daily 1,000 free XP, but that day proved otherwise. If I can replicate that every day, I will be able to become stronger much faster," Edric mused. Even though Edric would never want to experience that training session and life-and-death situation ever again, it would be great if he could gain additional XP by doing some hardcore, non-life-and-death training. "Time to officially become a mage!" Edric put aside all his thoughts and focused on breaking through; it was already midnight, and no one was in his room. He sat down in a meditative posture and opened his system panel. Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 3 months, and 19 days Task: Have a biological child -
  • Mirelle: 253 days left, Etc (Display All)
    • Reward: A random White-level skill
    • Deadline: 484 days
    • Non-completion Punishment: Death
Techniques:
  • Great Knight Training: 1,050 / 20,000
  • Mage Training: 161 / 10,000
Talents:
  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
Cheat: Low Level - 1,000 XP per day. Available XP: 14,507 "Finally, I can become a Mage!" Edric thought with ecstasy. He was the most excited about becoming a mage, even more so than being a knight. In his last life on earth, he read many novels and watched many movies. Casting magic spells had been his childhood dream. Today, he can officially make the breakthrough and become a real mage. ¡°Add 9,839 XP to my Mage training!¡± he commanded, his voice filled with anticipation. A moment later, the system responded: "Success! Status changed ¨C Mage Training (10,000/10,000)." The moment the system prompt appeared, Edric felt an intense dizziness. Without any control, he passed out, his body succumbing to the overwhelming surge of magical energy.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. ... Opening his eyes, Edric summoned the system panel, eager to see the changes in his status. Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 3 months, and 19 days Task: Have a biological child -
  • Mirelle: 253 days left, Etc (Display All)
    • Reward: A random White-level skill
    • Deadline: 484 days
    • Non-completion Punishment: Death
Techniques:
  • Great Knight Training: 1,050 / 20,000
  • Great Mage Training: 0 / 20,000
Talents:
  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
Cheat: Low Level - 1,000 XP per day. Available XP: 4,668 With just one glance, Edric read the entire panel. His thinking speed was quick; in less than one second, he analyzed everything and started developing new ideas for his future development. "Unbelievable! Unbelievable!" Edric exclaimed, not because of the system panel but because of the speed and clarity of his mind. It was as if his mind had been an old, barely oiled machine before, while now it was well-oiled, swift, and nimble without any friction. "I can think of two things at the same time!" Edric demonstrated this by taking out two pieces of paper and two pens and writing different texts on each without difficulty. "My body strength hasn''t changed at all; for mages, their mind and spiritual power would be improved once they break through. Without such a nimble mind, they cannot cast spells," he mused; he hadn''t read any of these in books; they were his new insights into mages. "My thinking speed is much faster, but my way of thinking is still unchanged; fortunately, I am still me!" Edric thought. If this breakthrough suddenly changed his worldview, that wouldn''t have been much different than death; if one''s ideas, beliefs, and way of thinking changed, they wouldn''t be the same person anymore. "Mage training is just strengthening of the mind and soul; it''s just that the minds and souls of most people cannot be expanded and strengthened. Very rarely are people with special souls born who could continuously strengthen their soul," Edric reflected, understanding the core of mage progression. "Anyone with an expandable and strengthenable soul has mage talent; I have average mage talent, which means that even though my soul can expand and be strengthened, it is a very long and hard process," Edric thought, his new insights flowing out. "Mage talent is the ability of the soul to be strengthened, and knight training is the ability of the body to be strengthened; most people are born with a fixed body and soul, meaning that most people have no mage or knight talent," Edric thought. "The overwhelming majority of people don''t even have ''average'' rank talent; average talent is the most common among those with talent; being born with average talent is already better than the overwhelming majority!" Edric thought. "With my average talent, I should have been able to become a mage by the age of 100, granted that I regularly meditate; if I had higher talent, I would have been able to become a mage much sooner by simply meditating," Edric thought. "My system directly bypasses this restriction," he thought. "The biggest drawback of having bad magic talent is that it takes so long to break through and officially become a mage; however, my system can completely bypass it; I can easily break through and become a mage by just adding XP!" He thought. "There are other drawbacks to having bad mage training talent; my magic affinity is low, which means it would take more mana for me to cast the same spells compared to those with higher talent!" Edric thought. "Mana is significant for mages; without mana, one wouldn''t be able to cast any spells; it can be said that as long as a mage has mana, they are much stronger than knights of the same rank; once their mana runs out, they would completely lose their power; I should improve my mage talent in the future to reduce mana efficiency!" Edric thought. Edric thought of many things, but it took less than one second in the real world! His speed of thinking was rapid, with no obstruction or distraction. "Even though my mage talent is Average, learning spells should be easier than I expected before; even if my magical affinity is bad, with this amazing thinking speed, I would at least be able to learn simple Healing, Fly, and Fireball spells soon enough; of course, with my mage affinity, I wouldn''t be able to learn complicated spells in a short time; as for inventing my own exclusive spells, I should forget about it with average talent; fortunately, for my current needs, my average talent is enough." Edric thought. After going through the experience of breaking through and becoming a mage and thinking and organizing all of the knowledge he read or saw in his two lives, he start having many new insights into his future path. With his horrible mage talent, even if he could learn spells, with his low efficiency, his mana would be exhausted very quickly after casting a few spells; however, his plan wasn''t to use spells in battles; from the beginning, he wanted to keep his spells, such as Fly and Heal, as trump cards to turn the tide of battle around; his reliance is his knight training, simply because his knight talent is legendary; it''s not that he loves being a knight, it''s just that his current situation is such that it would be illogical to abandon his knight training with his legendary talent for his mage training with his average talent. "Fortunately, Mom has a few old spell books!" Edric thought, happy; he had no idea how exactly his mom obtained those books, but their existence truly made his life easier; he could now learn the spells without too much trouble. Chapter 11 The Art of Learning II "Highly talented mages are terrifying; they can cast spells at minimal mana cost. According to my calculations, a mage with average talent may barely be able to defeat a knight of the same rank, but a talented mage would destroy a knight of the same rank." Edric concluded, realizing his mage talent upgrade might have to be elevated in his priority list. Knights have advantages over mages; they have tough physiques and are very hard to kill; as a knight''s rank progresses, they also obtain magic resistance. In contrast, even though a mage''s lifespan increases as they rank up, their physique would remain fragile; killing a mage in an ambush is much easier than killing a knight. But in battles, a highly talented mage can cast spell after spell, fly in the sky, shoot fireballs and burn cities, quickly run away, heal allies, etc.; any mage is much more valuable than knights of the same rank because of the incredible versatility and uses they have, but highly talented mages are in entirely different leagues than knights of the same rank. In fact, in the eyes of many lords, a great mage may be even more valuable than a Silver Knight; depending on the situation, a low-ranking mage may even be more valuable than a Golden Knight. Edric had not read informative books on mages and was unaware of these nuances before becoming a mage; now, he has started understanding them himself. After all, Edric is now both a knight and a mage and understands the difference between them better than most people. "A talented mage may be able to cross ranks and fight knights of a higher realm; this is something that knights cannot do," Edric thought. "Mages have higher potential, but they are very rare. Among my extended family, I am the only one with any mage talent, and I only have Average talent, even though it''s said that my family had a mage ancestor. I can''t imagine how rare mage talent is among commoners with no mage ancestor; I cannot imagine how rare a Silver or Golden mage talent is." Edric thought. "Talent is very important; it''s a shame I can''t waste XP on it anytime soon; for me right now, the priority is to break through to Legendary rank as quickly as possible; I wouldn''t be able to upgrade my talents anytime soon; for the foreseeable future, I would have to simply learn simple Heal and Fly spells to use them during emergencies," Edric thought; in his view, nothing could be more important than reaching Legendary; as a Legendary Knight with little experience, he wouldn''t be able to defeat other Legendary Knights, let alone jumping ranks and fighting Mythic ranks; however, one''s rank is the basis of everything; as long as he breaks through to Legendary rank, he would be able to protect himself; even a Legendary Knight with absolutely no skill or training can, without much trouble, defeat a Golden Knight simply by relying on pure strength. "I just don''t know if there are any mage gatherings?" Edric thought; even though mages have much higher theoretical upper limits than knights, the world is still firmly in the grasp of knights, simply because of their far greater numbers. "There is probably no mage gathering on this Silver Flower Island; I would have to travel to the Flicker Empire if I am to find a mage gathering," Edric thought.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. "For now, I should stop thinking too much about those faraway things and increase my knight skills as much as possible!" Edric concluded, deciding his future. His reasons were straightforward; as someone with immediate needs to strengthen himself, the knight path was far more suitable. His knight talent was very high, and with the recent addition of a mage''s mental strength, he would become a monstrous genius, quickly mastering the sword and all knight arts. Furthermore, his progress would be even faster with his mother, a Silver Knight, as his teacher. On the other hand, his mage talent was poor, and he had no teacher; his mother had a few spell books, but those contained few spells suitable for a Great Mage; they had nothing related or helpful for Silver Mages. Even if he became a Silver Mage, he would lack suitable spells, and because of his talent, he wouldn''t be able to invent and create his own spells; also, his mana consumption would be extremely high. Once he became a Legendary Knight, he could set off to look for mage circles to find mage circles; of course, looking for mages in the Flicker Empire may be dangerous, and depending on the situation, he may wait for Mythic rank before even attempting to upgrade his mage talent and look for mage circles; with his daily 1,000 XP, his future was guaranteed, so why take risks? If he hadn''t had the daily 1,000 XP, he would have had no choice but to take risks to become stronger. However, in the current situation, he sees no need to take anything that could endanger his life. "Time to study a few spells!" Edric ran his mana through his body and felt ecstasy. Being a magician was his childhood dream, and he was always a fan of fantasy movies when he was on Earth. Even though he decided to focus on the knight path, he should at least learn a few simple mage spells for now. ... It was late at night, and everywhere was dark, but after becoming a knight, especially after his recent mage breakthrough, his dark vision had improved by leaps and bounds. He opened the book with just a single candle in the corner and could read every word easily. The book, ''Guide to Beginner Mages,'' had only 24 mage spells and 6 Great Mage level spells. It was the most advanced mage book in Lyria''s possession that Edric knew of. Of course, it''s possible that she had other books, but she hid them from him. Edric had no idea whether other members of the Windwalker family, such as Marquis Windwalker, had any more advanced books. "I don¡¯t think he would lend it to me; in any case, I cannot tell anyone about my mage breakthrough!" Edric thought. The news of his mage breakthrough must not be spread; it would shock the world so much that even allies might try to assassinate him. No one would want to allow a young, talented knight-mage to grow, not even Marquis Windwalker. The only person Edric could trust was his mother, Lyria. The book had the mental formula and casting instructions for a lot of spells, such as Stamina Recovery, Thirst Satisfaction, Hunger Satisfaction, Dust Clean Up, Poison Antidote, Healing, Plant Growth Acceleration, general spells such as Generate Heat, Heat Absorption, Light Generation, Light Absorption, etc.; there were other more useful spells as well, such as Fly, Fireball, Magic Shield, and Foresight, which was a mysterious spell Edric couldn''t quite understand due to his average talent; overall, even though all spells it contained were simple, it was a comprehensive spell book that was enough for someone in Edric''s situation. "Healing spell and Fly spell are a priority. Fortunately, my increased mental capacity means I should be able to learn simple spells relatively quickly; let''s pick Mana Shield, Fireball, heal, and fly. These four cover mobility, defense, healing, and attack. Foresight spell is very complicated, and I cannot learn it considering my average talent," Edric thought. "I should first learn the Heal spell, then the Fly spell, then Magic Shield, and then Fireball; these four are the most important for me," Edric thought and started reading the mental formula for the Heal spell. Chapter 12 The Art of Learning III After about two hours, he put the book away and lay on his bed. In just a little over five hours, he had wholly read and remembered the mental formulas and casting instructions for Heal, Fireball, Shield, and Fly spells. Each of those mental formulas was highly complicated. Those without excellent visual memory have no chance of casting any spell without the help of a magic wand or other helping devices. Fortunately, once Edric broke through, his mental capacities improved by leaps and bounds, and he was able to etch those complicated shapes into his memory. Though Edric''s mage talent was Average, his soul power and memory were quite good. "I should purchase a magic wand in the future," Edric thought; though his memory is not bad, casting spells using magic wands would still be faster. Magic wands can save mental formulas and replicate them at will; mages who have magic wands no longer need to create the mental formula in their minds before casting them because the formula is etched on the wand itself. Of course, wands have weaknesses. For one, they are expensive and need to be repaired frequently. Damage to magic wands could lead to severe consequences, even explosions. Furthermore, using magic wands would greatly decrease a magician''s flexibility. But overall, in a battle, a magic wand can be the difference between life and death; after all, speed is everything, and anything that can speed up spellcasting is heavily sought. Unfortunately for Edric, he has never seen a magic wand except in books; he may only be able to get one once he arrives at the Flicker Empire. Now, Edric has to do it the traditional way, learning mental formations and putting them into his memory. Of course, learning mental formations didn''t mean he could now skillfully cast these spells; he had to train them for a long time. But there was no doubt that he could indeed cast these spells, though for now, slowly and hesitantly. Edric took out a knife and made a small cut on his finger; blood slowly flowed out. He closed his eyes, imagined the Heal spell''s mental formula, and started filling up the mental formula with mana. With a bright white light, the wound on his finger started disappearing; in a few seconds, it completely disappeared. Overall, it took him around 5 seconds to cast the spell. It has to be said that the Heal spell is one of the easiest to cast; it can only heal skin wounds. In a fast-moving battle, a mage wouldn''t have time to concentrate for five seconds to cast a spell; Edric is still far away from skillfully using spells; he has to try to cast it while fighting with a sword. If Edric were to cast complicated spells, such as Cure Disease, it would have taken much longer and might have failed. A simple Cure Disease spell works on all ordinary diseases; the only difference between high-level spells, such as a Legendary Cure Disease spell, and a lower-grade Silver-level Cure Disease spell is that a Silver-level spell doesn''t have much effect on diseases that a Legendary source has caused. Likewise, Average Heal spells won''t work on wounds caused by Silver-level or higher sources. If the sword of a Silver Knight slashes Edric, his Average Heal spell wouldn''t be able to heal his skin at all. However, for ordinary people who have nothing to do with high-level knights and mages, a simple Average-level Cure Disease spell is like the most fantastic miracle; it can be said that even at the level of an Average mage, Edric can already treat 99% of all diseases as long as he has mana. "I should find a place for my spell training!" Edric thought. It would have been amazing if he could train by curing ordinary people''s diseases; unfortunately, nobody can know about his mage breakthrough for the time being. "Let''s take a rest!" Even as a mage, after continuously reading a highly complex book for five hours, he had to sleep for a few hours to recover.Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. Average, Great, Silver and Golden knights and mages still required at least some sleep; only Legendary knights and mages were utterly devoid of mortal needs, such as sleep or food. Edric fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. ... Aelira Windwalker, the illegitimate daughter of Lyria and the half-sister of Edric, was born about 30 years ago as a result of Lyria''s affair with a Silver Knight from the Stonefist family. It was a scandal at that time. Still, it was gradually forgotten, given Lyria''s amazing talent and the fact that illegitimate affairs weren''t all that unusual, even for female members of noble families. Her mother, Lyria, had amazing knight talent and combined with her father''s remarkable talent, she should have had a high chance of inheriting an extraordinary knight talent. Unfortunately, once she was tested, it turned out she had no knight or mage talent, which greatly disappointed Lyria. After knowing Aelira''s "uselessness," Lyria completely forgot about her for years. Aelira, as the daughter of a countess, should have had a good life, but she didn''t. Her mother didn''t like her, and her father wasn''t even present; he had returned to Stonefist territory decades ago. That said, she wasn''t entirely left to rot; she was given the opportunity to attend school to learn reading and mathematics. Once in school, it was discovered that she had a talent for accounting; eventually, her relationship with her mother improved. A few years ago, Lyria appointed her as the treasurer, responsible for budgeting the available money for the territory''s various needs. ... A middle-aged woman with blonde hair and black eyes was reading through papers; she was Aelira, the treasurer. "This year''s total tax revenue is 3,046,400 silver coins; Mom takes 33% for herself, so I have 2,041,088 to work with!" Aelira thought. The fiscal year starts from the 4th month of the year, meaning she had to decide the budget in the next 15 days. Fortunately, most of the job was already done; she only had to make some adjustments. The total tax money available for this fiscal year couldn''t be accurately projected until the third month simply because not all taxes come in before that date. She had a budget based on projected revenues but had to make some adjustments because the tax revenue would be a little less than she expected. "A 3% fall in the revenues from last year can be attributed to the increased conflict with the Darkwind family," she wrote in her notes; nobody like her could see how these conflicts harmed the territory''s finances. "The biggest burden is the pay of the standing army, which I cannot even touch; it looks like I have to cut from healthcare spending again!" Aelira was unwilling to cut the healthcare budget anymore, but she had little choice; she couldn''t cut military spending because her mother would never agree. The healthcare in the territory was already at the most basic level; if someone were bleeding to death, the government would take care of them for a few days until they got better. As for more complicated situations and diseases, the most the government would do is give them some painkiller drugs and some food assistance for them to die in peace. The Church of the Wind god used to help with healthcare, but unfortunately, they were banned more than a decade ago. "4,500 troops, each paid 40 silver a year, 600 Elites, each paid 95 silver, 85 knights, each paid 1,000 silver, and 12 Great Knights, each paid 5,000 silver, all adds up to 382,000 silver; these are just the salaries." "Military supplies, budget, maintenance costs, equipment, etc., all add up to 350,000 silver; there''s also the secret department, responsible for spying and other secret tasks I don¡¯t know about, which takes a whopping 250,000 silver; overall military spending is 982,000 silver," she thought. "The military spending is untouchable; that leaves 1,059,088 for everything else," Aelira sighed. The fixed military spending meant the budget shortfall would disproportionately affect other areas. "The palace workers, tax collectors, inspectors, and all other government workers, and all other government upkeep and costs another 475,000; education costs 125,000; healthcare cost 450,000 last year, and it would be even more this year with the increased prices for some drugs as a result of obstacles in trade and tariffs imposed to retaliate against the Darkwinds; all other miscellaneous costs add up to no more than 80,000; the cost of repayment of the debt incurred to fund the war more than a decade ago still takes 50,000 silver each year; that all adds up to 1,180,000, leaving me with a deficit of 120,000 silver!" Aelira calculated everything and had a headache. Everything was already stretched thin, so cutting 120,000 silver was easier said than done. "If only Mom could have taken a little less!" Aelria thought; her mother took 33% outright, using it to fund her noble lifestyle, like buying jewelry, participating in auctions, sending gifts to other nobles, and covering numerous other costs. Had it not been for that, Aelria could have improved the healthcare and education situation by leaps and bounds. The education was extremely poor; one teacher per 50 children was the norm, and most children came out without learning to read, let alone anything else. After all, there were only 125,000 silver available, while there were more than 300,000 children; this came to less than 1 silver per child. Aelria had already cut the school year to 120 days and only up to the age of 10, but it still wasn''t enough; the cost of buildings, maintenance, books, management, etc., all added up. To improve education, she considered cutting healthcare, but every time, she decided against it; the drugs were expensive, and if she lowered it any further, it would cause disasters. Aelria was young, but her face had many wrinkles; the stress and pain of budgeting had taken a toll on her. At this time, a knock came. Chapter 13 The Art of Learning IV "Come in," she sighed and put away the papers; she had to find some way to make money or cut expenses. Borrowing money was out of the question, as Lyria had prohibited it to preserve fiscal space for wars; after all, if they borrowed money in times of peace, they wouldn''t be able to borrow as much money in times of war. The Windwalker family used the coin minted by the Bloodstone Kingdom, so they couldn''t just print their way out of a fiscal crisis; there have been many cases in the past where a noble family went bankrupt and was forced to sell off its castles to service its debts. Even though nobles were extremely privileged, they were still under the rule of Bloodstone country; the laws regarding debt and bankruptcy were set nationally, and individual noble families didn''t have the authority to pass laws immunizing themselves from having to repay their debts. The Bloodstone country was unequal in many ways; however, when it came to debt, everyone was equal; even nobles would have to pay their debts to commoners; if they tried to bully their way out of their debts, the lenders could sue them in the Bloodstone courts; once they obtain a Bloodstone court order, all nobles would be obligated to comply; an order from a Bloodstone court is the same as an order from the king, not complying is the same as treason. In the end, power is everything. The king is a legendary warrior, the only one in the entire country. In addition, the Bloodstone family has the biggest army, the highest population, and the strongest financial power. Other nobles certainly have power, but none of them dare provoke the Bloodstone family. ... The door opened, and a person with fiery red hair, pale skin, vivid green eyes, and a clear, delicate face entered; it was Edric. Seeing Edric, Aelria smiled; her relationship with her little brother was excellent, which surprised many people. After all, her brother turned out talented, which Aelria was not, so people expected her to be envious, but she wasn''t; she loved Edric from the beginning because she sympathized with him. Both had the same terrible mother who beat her children; in fact, because Edric was talented, Lyria put so much pressure on him and beat him so many times that Aelria gradually became quite glad she didn''t have knight talent. "Sis, is the secret library''s key with you?" Edric asked. Even though Aelria was called a ''treasurer'', her responsibilities were far broader. She could be said to be a kind of prime minister, basically acting as the overall civilian leader of the entire territory. She decided the budget and appointed the directors of civilian departments, local courts, inspectors, etc. Her responsibilities weren''t this broad from the start; gradually, as Lyria saw her competence, she delegated more and more power until Aelria became the de facto prime minister. It can be said that besides the military, she had power over every other aspect of the territory. "Secret Library? Yeah, but why?" Aelria was confused; the ''secret library'' only had a few ancient books about knight and mage training, most of which Edric had already read. "I just want to take another look," Edric said. "Okay, here, take it," Aelria said, taking the key out from the drawer and giving it to Edric; after all, Edric was the heir of the territory, so he was authorized to access the secret library. "Thanks!" Edric smiled. Seeing his sister''s depressed face, he asked, "Budget issue again?" He was familiar with her and knew that when she was upset, it would most likely be a budgetary issue. Aelria sighed and said, "I think I have to cut the healthcare budget, but I can''t bring myself to do it; people will suffer! Hey, Edric, can you donate a few thousand silver? It would all go toward healthcare spending, alleviating the suffering of many people!" Even though Aelria cannot borrow money, she can ask for donations. Edric frowned. He was indeed wealthy, as Lyria gave him tens of thousands of silver annually, but he needed his money for his own expenses. Now, with so many children and mistresses, his costs would surely go up. He thought, "Now that I think about it, money is not really important to me! I would soon become a Legendary Knight and earn as much money as I want; still, why should I pay for the healthcare?"This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Edric shook his head and said, "Sorry, sis, but I don''t think spending my money on government expenses is appropriate." Aelria was disappointed. Even though she knew Edric was not a generous philanthropist, she still expected him to help out a bit. Seeing Aelria''s disappointed expression, Edric said, "But I may be able to help out in another way; I can''t tell you the details for now. Wait a few days, and let me share my idea with Mom." He planned to ask his mother''s opinion on whether it was safe for him to use the Heal spell on the people; his primary reason was not to do a good deed but to train his spellcasting ability. Lyria knows the kingdom''s situation much better; if she thinks it''s safe, that means it''s safe. Hearing this, Aelria nodded; she didn''t know what Edric was thinking about, but anything helpful was welcome. ... Edric opened the secret library and stepped in, familiar with the place. He lit a single candle. The library remained dark, but he could see everything; one candle provided enough light for him to read the books without any issue. "Let''s start from here," Edric picked one book, opened it, and started reading; it was titled "Elements: Basics." The book was related to magic, but only loosely, as knights also study and use elements. Edric had long read these books; there was nothing new; but now, with his mental capacity much enhanced, he might have new insights after rereading them. "What one understands from reading a deep and complicated book depends on one''s capacity," he thought. "There are five main elements: Heat, Liquid, Gas, Solid, and Light; there are also many secondary elements, such as Lava, Stone, Metal, etc.," Edric recalled; he already knew these. "There are no independent elements such as cold and dark; rather, cold and dark appear naturally in the absence of Heat and Light; it can be said that Cold and Heat, and Dark and Light are different sides of the same coin." "Secondary elements are reliant on primary elements; for example, the Stone element appears in environments with the right combination of Solid and Heat, Metal elements are also a combination of Solid and Heat, while Lava is a combination of Solid, Heat, and Light," Edric thought. "The difficulty of the topic of element study is exactly this: the combinations of primary elements that form secondary elements are exact; only veteran mages can skillfully combine the right amounts of primary elements to form secondary elements," Edric closed the book; it was not a thick book and didn''t have much in it; it was very basic and surface knowledge of elements. "My memory is amazing! I can remember the formulas of the Stone, Lava, and other secondary elements after seeing them once," Edric said. He was satisfied, but he planned on testing them later. Knowing the formula doesn''t mean one could make them; it takes a lot of training and talent, which Edric doesn''t have much of. Elements are not necessary for casting spells; one can cast spells of any element with simple mana. However, elements can be used to enhance the power of spells and reduce the mana expenditure of spells, which is why they are popular among mages. For mages, anything that can reduce mana cost is worth a lot. Elements can be stored in elemental crystals and effectively and quickly used in battles when casting spells. Edric''s talent was Average, and his expenditure for every spell was huge; elements were useful for reducing his mana usage. "Element crystals are very expensive; I hope Mom can help me at least buy a few!" Edric hoped. He knew best how rich his mom was. She had tens of millions of silver in a secret treasury. He also had a few hundred thousand silver coins but preferred not to use them. "Elements are useful for mages, but also for knights; after breaking through to the Silver Knight level, one can use elements to enhance one''s attack strength; element crystals are rare but definitely available for purchase; Mom should have a few for her use," Edric thought; mage equipment can be very rare and hard to find, but fortunately, element crystals are expensive, but they can be found because knights also use them. Edric moved on to the next book; with his extraordinary mental powers, he planned on rereading every single book. The book was titled "Application of Element Crystals"; it was an old book with a silver cover; it was useless for knights below Silver Rank, so Edric browsed through it before; after all, the original Edric''s mental capacity was not much above normal, and with his lazy personality, reading a boring book that couldn''t even help him was torture; no matter how much his mom beat him, he simply refused to read these books more than browsing through them; but now, with his mental powers, and the understanding he would soon become a Silver Knight, he decided to read it. ... Edric read it for half an hour and committed it to his memory. It was interesting, but the information inside only applied to Silver Knights. Very little was written about the details of the elements because the book''s author assumed the reader would purchase the ready-made crystals. Edric was still satisfied, as he would soon become a Silver Knight. Moving on, Edric opened the next book, "Swords: How to Detect Good from Bad." It was basically a book about the grades of swords and how to distinguish them. Weapons have nine ranks: Average, Silver, Golden, and Legendary. The book didn''t have information on realms above Legendary; in fact, its data regarding Legendary items was only conjecture and guesswork, let alone higher-level weapons. Legendary items are impossible to purchase; they are only possessed by the Bloodstone family and the king himself. Edric continued reading books for another few hours, then left, intending to return tomorrow. Chapter 14 The Art of Learning V
Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 4 months, and 10 days Task: Have a biological child - ? Mirelle: 232 days left, Etc (Display All) o Reward: A random White-level skill o Deadline: 463 days o Non-completion Punishment: Death Techniques: ? Great Knight Training: 1,401 / 20,000 ? Great Mage Training: 39 / 20,000 Talents: ? Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000) ? Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000) Cheat: Low Level - 1,000 XP per day. Available XP: 25,668 ... Edric''s eyes were closed, concentrating. Knights are different from ordinary warriors; while ordinary warriors solely depend on their strong physiques, knights can use internal energy to fight and win against their enemies. To put it simply, the quality and quantity of the internal energy of a knight depend on one''s physical talent; Edric, with legendary physical talent, has a much easier time polishing his internal energy than those without talent; after only less than a month of training, Edric has already managed to gain around 400 XP, even not considering the one-time reward of experiencing a life-and-death situation; to say that it''s amazing is understating it; at this rate, he would become a Silver Knight in around 5 years. "The original Edric didn¡¯t have this kind of talent; the system has other benefits besides the daily 1k free XP," Edric thought. With the system, any training would result in XP. Other people aren¡¯t like that; they have to fight in battles and experience life and death to have a chance to advance. As long as Edric trains, he will gain XP. "But still, 400 XP per month is too slow!" Edric thought. He gains 1,000 XP per day, so 400 a month, while better than nothing, is still not impressive; the main reason he trained was not to earn XP but to increase his skill in swordsmanship. Etc. "Only if the life and death bonus could have been replicated!" Edric thought. In the last few weeks, he had been training with his mom. He wanted to avoid it, but with Lyria insisting, if he refused, he might have been beaten; he had no choice. Over the last few weeks, he experienced a few other life-and-death crises but didn¡¯t get the XP bonus again. Shaking his head, Edric put aside the distracting thoughts and concentrated again, trying to feel his internal energy. A knight can attack enemies ten feet away by mobilizing their internal energy; he has been training this technique for a few days. The technique is called Sword Ray. It has three steps: first, pouring part of one''s internal energy into the sword; second, controlling the sword as if it''s part of one''s body; and third, slashing and ejecting the sword ray toward the enemy. For now, Edric is not able to even pour his internal energy into the sword. For the last few days, he has been trying to feel and take control of his internal energy.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. His progress has been amazing. His legendary talent wasn¡¯t for show. He can already partially control his internal energy, but he is still a few days away from being able to pour it into external objects. "It''s such a shame the system cannot increase my skills!" Edric thought. The system can increase his rank, but skills such as internal energy management or swordsmanship have to be learned through his own effort. Even though he already has enough XP to reach Great Knight rank, he didn¡¯t do it for two reasons. First, his skill in manipulating internal energy is very bad. He cannot even control a knight''s internal energy; once he becomes a Great Knight with more potent internal energy, learning how to control it will become even harder. A Great Knight who cannot control his internal energy is no different than a paper tiger; relying on the physique of a knight, he would be able to defeat other knights but would have no chance against other Great Knights. Second, his mother would be suspicious if he suddenly becomes a Great Knight; even though his mother knows a lot about him, including his breakthrough into a mage, he cannot tell everything about himself to his mother; his cheat as a transmigrator must remain a secret. Considering those reasons, Edric simply decided to wait until he hit 100,000 XP. Then, he would break through twice and become a Silver Knight in one fell swoop. When he reaches the same rank as his mom, he will be able to hide it from her. As for becoming a Great Mage, Edric discarded the idea. After he told his mom about the matter, Lyria completely prohibited him from revealing it to anyone. She said that once it was revealed, she would no longer be able to protect him; as such, the matter of training via healing commoners was completely abandoned. Then, there''s the issue of talent. After casting a few simple spells in seclusion, Edric realized he was vastly underestimating the weakness of average talent. His mana ran out after three relatively fireball spells. He could fly, but only for a few tens of meters. Simply put, his expenditure was too high; each spell took a tremendous amount of mana. He also tested a treatment spell, which was helpful for more complicated wounds, on death row prisoners; simply put, even all of his mana wasn¡¯t enough to treat a single seriously injured person; therefore, the plan of going around in the territory to treat many people was simply dreaming. Every time his mana was exhausted, it took 2 hours for it to fill back up; it took 10 hours for him to completely treat a prisoner with a deep sword wound. Also, his treatment spell couldn¡¯t regenerate permanent damage to the body; for example, one of the prisoner''s wounds caused irreparable damage to his left arm, which wasn''t fixed despite Edric''s best efforts. That said, Even though the results were disappointing, Edric continued training his treatment spell; he only had a single subject; after all, there are only so many death row prisoners; therefore, he simply wounded the same prisoner many times and treated him each time; for the prisoner, it was ruthless torture, but for Edric, it was a helpful training. With his current mage talent, putting more XP into his Great Mage training is a waste; the returns are not half as good as knight training. Because of his legendary talent as a knight, his internal energy is pure and potent; at least until he reaches Legendary Knight, he doesn''t have to think about his knight talent. Sitting down in a meditative state, Edric continued concentrating, trying to grasp his internal energy completely. These days, Lyria has completely prohibited him from leaving the castle. She said that there was a tip about possible assassins. Edric, who didn''t want to risk dying, listened to his mother and didn''t leave at all. He plans on staying in the castle and training for the foreseeable future. ... There are many assassin groups, but few are as feared as the Windslash Group; it''s said to have many members of Silver rank and even a Golden rank. However, hiring a Golden rank assassin is beyond the capacity of even the Marquis of Darkwind; the best they could do was to hire a Silver assassin, known by the code name Slash 5. Slash 5 was hired over two weeks ago to kill a boy named Edric Windwalker; initially, Slash 5 thought it should be easy, but after arriving, he noticed it was far from simple. Countess Lyria herself is a Silver Knight; however, she isn''t the only Silver Knight in the castle; it turns out there are three other Silver Knights, which nobody knows about. Fortunately, Slash 5 had magic equipment that allowed him to detect the rank of his opponents; otherwise, if he had acted recklessly, he might have been surrounded and killed. After all, assassins like him are simply knights who specialize in stealth; they are weaker in one-on-one combat than generic knights. As such, Slash 5 simply waited for Edric to exit the castle before killing him. However, unfortunately for him, even after two weeks, Edric refused to leave the castle. Slash 5 was very annoyed, but he didn¡¯t dare to sneak into the castle while 4 Silver Knights were present; even though he is good at stealth, he cannot guarantee that none of those 4 Silver Knights would notice him. Therefore, with no other choice, Slash 5 decided to wait it out. Either some of those Silver Knights would leave the castle, or Edric would leave the castle. He would act only when he had absolute certainty. Chapter 15 Blades in the Dark I Eagle''s Perch was the largest city under the rule of Countess Lyria. Her castle stood tall within the city, a symbol of her authority and strength. With a population of 150,000, Eagle''s Perch was not among the kingdom''s largest cities, yet its renown spread far and wide. Legend had it that the city''s founder was none other than the ancestor of the Windwalker family, cementing its place in the annals of history. Countess Lyria was the sole Silver Knight in her entire territory, making her a deterrent to petty assassins and common troublemakers. However, even her presence could not repel seasoned assassins sent by her enemies. The castle''s defenses were impressive. Over 1,000 guards patrolled its grounds, bolstered by an elite force of knights and great knights. Yet, against a Silver-rank assassin, such troops would hardly stand a chance. Fortunately, the city''s security did not rest solely on its soldiers. The Windwalker family was divided into two major noble factions: Marquis Alaric Windwalker and Countess Lyria Windwalker. Though Lyria managed her domain autonomously, she remained loyal to Alaric, the family patriarch. Alaric had been a mentor to Lyria in her youth, guiding her as she claimed her title. Their bond was close, strengthened by years of mutual trust and support. While other barons and viscounts were technically part of the Windwalker family, their combined strength was negligible compared to Lyria and Alaric¡¯s military power. In truth, the Windwalker family revolved around its two central figures: Marquis Alaric and Countess Lyria. This dynamic contrasted sharply with the Darkwind family, a rival noble house that boasted numerous counts among its ranks. By comparison, the Windwalkers were the smallest of the kingdom¡¯s major families. Yet, despite their size, they were far from weak. Marquis Alaric himself was a Silver Knight, as were four others under his command. Including Lyria, the Windwalker family possessed six Silver Knights, an incredible force by any standard. Furthermore, Alaric and Lyria had long since merged their intelligence networks, creating a sophisticated web of spies that operated throughout neighboring territories. When the Darkwind family¡¯s intentions to assassinate Edric became known, the Windwalkers acted swiftly. Alaric discreetly dispatched three Silver Knights to Eagle''s Perch, aiming to catch the assassin in the act. Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. Weeks passed with no attempt on Edric''s life, leaving the Silver Knights on high alert but with nothing to show for their vigilance. Still, Windwalker intelligence confirmed that the Darkwinds had not abandoned their scheme. In response, four Silver Knights were stationed at the castle to protect Edric around the clock. Edric was highly valued by both Marquis Alaric and Countess Lyria. One reason was his potential to break through to the Golden rank, a feat that could elevate the family to unprecedented heights. A Golden Knight was leagues beyond a Silver Knight in power and prestige. If Edric succeeded, the Windwalkers would undoubtedly rise to prominence as the leading noble family in the region. Lyria had additional reasons for her keen interest in Edric. She believed in his potential not only as a knight but also as a mage. Breaking through to the rank of an average mage by the age of fifteen was an extraordinary achievement, one Lyria was determined to keep secret. When Edric was tested as a child, his knight talent was deemed legendary, but his mage talent appeared average. However, his recent breakthroughs suggested that the test results might have been wrong. If Edric¡¯s mage talent was as remarkable as his knight talent, he could very well possess a legendary mage talent¡ªa rarity that would shock the entire Silver Flower Island.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. The implications were staggering. A legendary mage was so rare that even the Flicker Empire might take notice. If Edric¡¯s talent became public knowledge, rival kingdoms would undoubtedly attempt to assassinate him. What frightened Lyria most was the possibility that Edric¡¯s mage talent exceeded even legendary status. In the Silver Flower Island, a legendary knight represented the pinnacle of power. However, in the vast Flicker Empire, legendary knights, though highly respected, were far from supreme. Mythic warriors and even Ultra Warriors roamed the empire''s mainland. Mages were different from knights. A legendary mage may be worth more than a mythic warrior because they are much rarer. If Edric managed to grow into his full potential, it wouldn¡¯t be an exaggeration to say he could one day rule the entirety of Silver Flower Island. Countess Lyria was not a mother governed by emotion. She was ruthless by nature. Years ago, she had killed her former husband, Edric¡¯s father, after discovering his infidelity. She had covered up the scandal masterfully, leaving no trace of suspicion. Her treatment of her children was equally merciless. If they showed potential, she beat it out of them to ensure they lived up to their abilities. If they lacked talent, she discarded them without a second thought. Lyria was far from a loving mother. Her focus on Edric stemmed not from affection but from cold calculation. He was her son, and if he rose to greatness, so would she. Should Edric achieve the power to control the island, she was confident he wouldn¡¯t remain in such a remote place for long. He would inevitably leave for greater heights, leaving the island behind. Lyria¡¯s current gestures of care were calculated to bind Edric to her through obligation. When the time came for him to leave, she would be the one left to rule. Of course, she entertained thoughts of breaking through to the legendary rank herself, but she didn¡¯t place much faith in the idea. The path to becoming a legendary knight was unimaginably arduous. Edric¡¯s own path wasn¡¯t guaranteed, either. He might never become a legendary mage. But even the slim chance that he could was worth every ounce of investment. ... In a private chamber of the castle, four figures sat around a heavy oak table. Three were women, and one was a man. None appeared particularly muscular, yet the aura they exuded was suffocating. These were the castle¡¯s Silver Knights, tasked with protecting Edric from an assassin of equal rank. Lyria slammed her hand on the table, her voice sharp and resolute. ¡°Your plan is unacceptable! We absolutely cannot risk using Eddie as bait!¡± One of the women, her gray hair belying a youthful face, glared back. ¡°We¡¯ve already waited for two weeks! That single assassin has managed to pin down all four of us. It¡¯s unacceptable! We need to draw him out and finish this now!¡± The other two knights, a tall, thin man and a woman with short black hair, remained silent. Yet their expressions betrayed their frustration. Silver Knights were not meant to be stationed idly in a castle for weeks on end, guarding a single boy, no matter how talented. ¡°You¡¯re all so short-sighted!¡± Lyria snapped, her voice rising. ¡°The Windslash assassins are notorious for their use of incurable blood poison! It might not kill us Silver Knights, but if even a scratch lands on my Eddie, he¡¯ll die! I will not agree to this reckless plan!¡± The woman with black hair folded her arms. ¡°Then we find someone who resembles Edric. We use them as a decoy to lure the assassin out.¡± ¡°That¡¯s impossible!¡± the tall man interjected. ¡°The Windslash assassins use magic to track their targets. That¡¯s how he knows we¡¯re here in the first place. A fake Edric won¡¯t fool him.¡± ¡°It¡¯s the best plan we¡¯ve got!¡± Lyria retorted, her voice fierce. ¡°There¡¯s no better option available.¡± She paused, glancing around the room to gauge their reactions before continuing. ¡°Besides, we can¡¯t be certain the assassin is using magic to identify Eddie. His spells might only reveal strength levels, not identity.¡± This was where Lyria¡¯s secrecy worked to their advantage. She had kept the news of Edric''s breakthrough as a knight strictly confidential. If word had gotten out, a fake Edric, lacking a knight''s aura, would never deceive him. But now, with the assassin unaware, their plan might succeed. ¡°It¡¯s worth trying,¡± the gray-haired knight conceded, though she still looked displeased. In truth, she preferred the idea of using Edric himself as bait, but even this plan had a sliver of potential. ¡°One Silver Knight must remain here in the castle to protect Edric,¡± Lyria declared. ¡°The other three will follow the decoy from a distance and eliminate the assassin once he makes his move. Now, who stays, and who goes?¡± The tall man spoke up, his voice steady. ¡°Lyria should remain here with her son. The three of us will track and eliminate the assassin.¡± The other two women nodded in agreement. The decision was made. Chapter 16 Blades in the Dark II Slash 5 had been monitoring the city and, more importantly, Countess Lyria''s castle, for over two weeks. He waited with the patience of a seasoned predator, carefully observing every movement. As a veteran assassin, he understood that there was no room for carelessness in his line of work. One mistake could cost everything¡ªhis mission, reputation, and life. Being a Silver-ranked assassin, he was far more cautious than the inexperienced rookies who often stumbled into the profession. He wouldn¡¯t have survived long enough to attain his current rank if he hadn''t been cautious. In the cutthroat world of assassination, only the strongest and most meticulous individuals managed to endure. Experience taught him that the older and stronger one became, the more one appreciated the value of caution. Finally, after three long weeks of surveillance, the target made his move. Edric, a promising young member of the Windwalker family, left the castle. He was accompanied by a small but well-equipped entourage: one Great Knight, two ordinary knights, and ten elite guards. Slash 5 observed the group from the shadows, his sharp eyes analyzing every detail. "They must be aware that the Darkwinds have placed a bounty on Edric¡¯s head," he thought, his mind working rapidly. "But judging by this lineup, they clearly don¡¯t anticipate that the Darkwinds would hire someone of my caliber¡ªa Silver assassin." Yet, something about the situation felt off. He frowned, narrowing his eyes at the scene below. "Why would they send three additional Silver Knights to the castle for protection, only to allow Edric to leave with such minimal security? It doesn¡¯t add up." Suspicious, he pulled out another spell crystal. Breaking it in his hand, he activated an energy detection spell. A faint glow spread across the landscape as his senses expanded, searching for hidden threats. His findings confirmed his initial observations¡ªthere were no Silver Knights hiding among Edric¡¯s guards. The young man himself was unremarkable, devoid of any internal energy. While talented, Edric had not yet become a knight. Slash 5 scrutinized Edric¡¯s face, posture, and clothing. He compared them to the descriptions he had memorized during his preparations. After a long, careful look, he nodded to himself. There was no mistake. This was Edric Windwalker. "They¡¯re using him as bait to trap me," Slash 5 concluded grimly. His experience and intuition told him that this was no ordinary escort. Allowing Edric to leave the castle with only a Great Knight as his primary protector¡ªespecially when four Silver Knights were stationed inside¡ªwas highly suspicious. The most likely scenario was that the Silver Knights were lying in wait, ready to ambush him the moment he made his move. "But how are they hiding themselves from my detection?" Slash 5 muttered under his breath. He examined the group once more, his sharp gaze scanning every shadow and movement. Yet, no matter how carefully he looked, he found no sign of anyone following Edric and his entourage. The group left the city, traveling in carriages toward Marquis Windwalker¡¯s castle. As he watched them disappear into the distance, Slash 5¡¯s mind raced. "What should I do?" he wondered. The carriages moved at a moderate pace¡ªnot fast, but not slow enough to allow for much hesitation. If he waited for them to set up camp for the night, it would be too late; they would reach Marquis Windwalker¡¯s castle within ten hours. Once inside, assassinating Edric would be nearly impossible. The marquis¡¯s castle was a fortress, heavily guarded and well-defended. "I have to decide soon," Slash 5 thought, his brow furrowing in concentration. The more he considered the situation, the more uneasy he became. "Where are those Silver Knights? Where are they planning to ambush me?" Suddenly, a chilling thought crossed his mind. "Could they be hiding inside the carriages from the very beginning?" He recalled how Edric¡¯s group had only boarded the carriages after leaving the city. If the Silver Knights were concealed inside, it would explain their apparent absence. The moment Slash 5 attacked, they would spring out and surround him. He had already used his detection spell crystal; without it, he couldn¡¯t confirm the presence¡ªor absence¡ªof any hidden threats. "If that¡¯s the case, attacking now would be suicide," he realized. Even with his skills and experience, fighting four Silver Knights head-on was a risk he couldn¡¯t afford to take. For the first time in years, a sliver of doubt crept into his mind. As he continued to observe Edric¡¯s entourage, he weighed his options carefully. Should he abandon the mission or take a gamble that could end in disaster? The clock was ticking, and Slash 5 knew he had only a few hours left to make his choice. "It isn¡¯t worth the risk!" Slash 5 finally concluded, his mind made up. While he had initially accepted the task, the circumstances had drastically changed. According to the information provided by the Darkwind family, there were not supposed to be four Silver Knights protecting the target. If he canceled the mission now, the Darkwinds would have no grounds for complaint, as their intel had proven false. "It just leaves a bad taste in the mouth to let the target go like this," he muttered under his breath, frustration evident in his tone. With a final glance toward Edric¡¯s entourage disappearing into the distance, Slash 5 turned on his heel and began the journey back to his base. Years of experience had taught him to trust his instincts. That finely honed sixth sense¡ªthe one that had kept him alive for over a century¡ªwas now screaming that something was off. This mission wasn¡¯t worth the risk, and he knew it. Once he returned, he would report the unexpected developments to the Darkwind family, including the presence of the four Silver Knights. If they still wanted Edric dead, they would have to renegotiate the price and perhaps even hire additional Silver-ranked assassins to assist.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. "This trip was such a waste," Slash 5 sighed, shaking his head. Aborting the mission would come with its own set of costs. Not only would he have to return the advance payment, but he would also need to pay a penalty of a few gold coins to the Windslash Group for any reputational damage caused by the failure. Still, he consoled himself with the knowledge that gold could be regained, but life could not. Over the decades, his caution had been his greatest asset. If not for his unrelenting prudence, he would never have survived this long as a top-tier assassin. Wealth, skill, and reputation meant nothing if you weren¡¯t alive to enjoy them. Meanwhile, the carriages carrying the fake Edric continued moving steadily for three to four hours before finally stopping in an open space near a watchtower. The group disembarked, setting up tents and preparing to rest for a few hours. Unbeknownst to them, three Silver Knights lay in wait, hidden in strategic positions around the campsite. They were prepared to spring into action the moment the assassin struck. After all, there could be no better opportunity to lure him out. The fake Edric, who was helping set up the tents, was deliberately left less guarded than usual to make the bait even more enticing. For an assassin of Slash 5¡¯s caliber, this situation was practically irresistible¡ªkilling Edric and escaping before anyone could react would have been child¡¯s play. But the Silver Knights waited in vain. Hour after hour passed with no sign of an attacker. Even as the group settled into their tents for the night, their vigil yielded nothing. By morning, it became clear that their elaborate trap had failed. The group had no choice but to pack up their belongings and return to Countess Lyria¡¯s territory. Over the last 24 hours, countless opportunities had presented themselves for a Silver-ranked assassin to strike, but none had been taken. This left the Silver Knights speculating on why the assassin had failed to act. Theories abounded. The first Silver Knight proposed that there had never been an assassin in the first place. "Perhaps the rumors were just that¡ªrumors," he suggested. The second Knight disagreed. "No, it¡¯s more likely that the assassin suspected something was amiss. He must have aborted the mission after sensing the trap." The third Knight had a different theory. "It¡¯s possible the assassin saw this opportunity but decided to wait for an even better one." Upon their return to the castle, the three Silver Knights reported their findings to the Countess. After much deliberation, they collectively decided that maintaining the current level of protection indefinitely was impractical. It was simply not feasible for all four Silver Knights to remain stationed in the castle on the mere chance of an assassination attempt. Two of the Knights departed for Marquis Windwalker¡¯s castle, leaving only one behind as a precautionary measure. The Countess, though skeptical, agreed to this arrangement for now. As for Slash 5, he was already far away, making his way back to his hideout. He was confident in his decision to withdraw from the mission. His sixth sense had never failed him before, and he trusted that it wouldn¡¯t fail him now. In the dangerous world of assassins, sometimes the smartest move was to walk away. ... Valdrin glared at the woman standing before him, his face contorted with barely restrained anger. "I paid you 100,000 silver, yet you canceled the assassination without even trying?" he spat, his voice trembling with fury. It took every ounce of his self-control not to hurl a string of curses at her. The woman, a composed and unflinching middleman between the Windslash Group and the Darkwind family, met his gaze with a calm demeanor. "Your honor''s information was incomplete," she said coolly. "There were four Silver Knights guarding the target. One Silver assassin is insufficient to guarantee success against such a heavily guarded individual." Valdrin clenched his fists, his temper flaring. "It¡¯s about the money, isn¡¯t it? You want more? Fine! Here!" He pulled out a signed promissory note, slamming it onto the table. "Take this. Give it to any bank licensed by the Darkwind family, and you¡¯ll be able to withdraw 500,000 silver. Now send as many assassins as needed. I don¡¯t care what it takes¡ªfailure is not an option this time!" His desperation was palpable. Spending a fortune equivalent to the annual budget of many small noble families to eliminate a single 15-year-old boy didn¡¯t faze him in the slightest. But the woman remained unfazed by his outburst. She picked up the note and glanced at it before sliding it back across the table. "We only accept cash," she said flatly. "Additionally, the operation will cost 3,000,000 silver." "Three million?!" Valdrin bellowed, his voice echoing in the room. "Do you have any idea how much money that is? Our entire army consumes that amount in a year!" He was livid, convinced the Windslash Group was exploiting his situation. The woman maintained her composure, though her tone grew firmer, carrying an edge of warning. "Master Valdrin, four Silver Knights are guarding the target. Our Silver assassins will have to put their lives on the line to ensure success. Does your honor truly understand the value of Silver-ranked professionals? We¡¯re asking for three million because of the risks involved. Last time, you withheld critical information from us, nearly costing us one of our top assassins. We are being generous by not holding that against you." Her words carried a subtle but unmistakable threat, and Valdrin knew better than to push too hard. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth, his fury giving way to reluctant acceptance. "I¡¯ll pay it¡ªin cash. But this time, I want his head. No excuses!" The woman¡¯s stern expression softened into a smile, a professional mask that betrayed no true emotion. "Excellent. However," she said smoothly, "gathering the six Silver assassins required for this operation will take time. We will need at least three months to coordinate the plan. Rest assured, though, we guarantee the target¡¯s elimination before the year is out." Valdrin¡¯s frustration bubbled over. "Why does it take so long?" he snapped. "I don¡¯t have time for this! My brother Kaelith is consolidating power. The sooner we strike, the better. Every delay strengthens his position!" The woman¡¯s tone remained calm, but her words left no room for negotiation. "As I mentioned, six Silver assassins are not sitting idly in one location. Our branches across the country will need to coordinate and mobilize them. Six assassins of that caliber represent an enormous investment of resources and planning. This level of precision takes time, Master Valdrin." He could only sigh, defeated. The Windslash Group¡¯s reputation was as vast as its reach, with branches spread across the entire country. Their assassins were famed for their precision and efficiency. Unlike many others, they were known for their clean jobs, eliminating only the target without unnecessary collateral damage. Valdrin knew he couldn¡¯t afford to alienate such a powerful organization, not when the stakes were this high. After finalizing the time and location for transferring the staggering sum of three million silver, Valdrin and the woman parted ways. Chapter 17 Blades in the Dark III Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 6 months, and 3 days Task: Have a biological child -
  • Mirelle: 179 days left, Etc (Display All)
    • Reward: A random White-level skill
    • Deadline: 410 days
    • Non-completion Punishment: Death
Techniques:
  • Great Knight Training: 1,703 / 20,000
  • Great Mage Training: 108 / 20,000
Talents:
  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
Cheat: Low Level - 1,000 XP per day Available XP: 78,568 ... Laying on the bed, Edric was staring at the ceiling of his room; the last two months have been incredibly dull. Lyria has completely prohibited him from leaving the room, limiting his freedom of movement. "If I was a Silver Knight, I wouldn¡¯t have to be so afraid of assassins!" Edric thought; these days, all he thinks about is getting stronger. Being talented is not always a good thing; in the entire Windwalker family, he is the only person with legendary talent, with very high potential to become a Silver Knight in the future; even Golden Knight rank is not entirely out of reach for him; as such, it''s not strange that hostile enemies like the Darkwind family would spend so much money to assassinate him. Of course, the reason the Darkwinds are so insistent and brazen about it is the current war going on in their territory; under normal circumstances, no family would dare be so brazen about it and assassinate talented heirs of other families in such manner because once one party does it, the family whose talented member was assassinated would retaliate; it could result in all gifted members of both families dying. His mother, Lyria, has told him that she and Marquis Windwalker plan on retaliation, but he doesn''t know the details. "I wonder how much XP it takes to reach Silver rank?" Edric thought; he guessed it should be 100,000, but he didn''t know. "I can''t wait any longer!" Edric suddenly sat up on the bed; he had not broken through for two reasons; first, because as a Great Knight, he would not be able to hide his breakthrough from Lyria, simply because Great Knights are much more muscular than ordinary Knights; it would be obvious at first glance that he became a Great Knight; only by becoming a Silver Knight can he conceal his breakthrough with little chance of leakage; however, at the moment, this is a moot point, because it has been over 20 days since his mom last visited him; she is so busy with other matters that she has no time taking care of him; judging by the situation, she may not have time to care about him anytime soon; she threw a few books and told him to master the use of internal energy. The second reason was that mastering a Great Knight''s much more vigorous internal energy is much more challenging; this point still stands. Edric still lacks the ability to use ranged attack techniques, such as Sword Ray, because he lacks complete control over his internal energy. However, even though logic rules one way, his heart is eager to become a Great Knight. "System!" Edric called. ¡°Add 18,297 XP to my knight training!¡± he commanded. Even though he would not have the 100,000 he would probably need for Silver rank, Edric, at this moment, was too bored and impatient to wait for another month in this prison; before becoming a Silver Knight, he wouldn¡¯t dare leave this room, but after becoming a Great Knight, he would at least have something to stay busy with until he can save enough XP to become a Silver Knight; furthermore, there is a chance that becoming a Great Knight would cost less than 100,000. "Success! Status changed ¨C Great Knight Training (20,000/20,000)." The moment the notification flashed on his system panel, he felt molten lava moving through his veins; this time, it was much more intense than the last time. "Damn!" The pain was so intense that his eyes blurred, his breath slowed, and he collapsed on the bed, convulsing, losing consciousness. ... After some time, he regained consciousness.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. "System, why was it so painful? How painful is it to become a Silver Knight?" Edric asked, quite fearful; the pain of becoming a Great Knight was already far beyond his tolerance; if the pain of becoming a Silver Knight is even more than this, he couldn¡¯t imagine whether it may have a lasting impact. "Ding! The system can answer the host''s question. Superficial answer: 1,000 XP - Thorough answer: 10,000 XP - Complete answer: 100,000 XP" Edric sighed and forgot about it; his XP was too valuable to be spent this way. Looking at his arms, Edric was shocked! His physique as a knight was already impressive, but after becoming a Great Knight, his muscles grew to an unbelievable degree; his arms were now thicker than some people''s legs; his height was much taller; his entire physique was sturdy, like a tank. Standing up, he stripped naked and went in front of a mirror; the clothes he wore previously were ripped to a ridiculous degree and were unusable after this. In one word, he looked like a mountain of muscle. "Just like other Great Knights in the castle!" Edric thought. If he left this room now, everyone would notice his change; fortunately, he is not allowed to go out, and Lyria wouldn¡¯t visit him anytime soon. "But servants would notice it!" Edric frowned, understanding that his frustration had caused him to make a risky decision; no matter how many layers of clothes he wore, it would be difficult not to be noticed by the many servants around him. "In the future, I shouldn¡¯t let my frustration cloud my judgment!" He thought to himself. None of his clothes would fit him now; he would have to purchase a new set. "System!" he called the system interface. ... Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 6 months, and 3 days Task: Have a biological child -
  • Mirelle: 179 days left, Etc (Display All)
    • Reward: A random White-level skill
    • Deadline: 410 days
    • Non-completion Punishment: Death
Techniques:
  • Silver Knight Training: 0 / 50,000
  • Great Mage Training: 108 / 20,000
Talents:
  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
Cheat: Low Level - 1,000 XP per day Available XP: 60,271 "What?" Edric was shocked; he specifically looked at one line in his status.
  • Silver Knight Training: 0 / 50,000
"It takes only 50,000 to break through and become a Silver Knight? Then I can already become a Silver Knight right now!" He laughed out loud; initially, he thought it would take 100,000, but it only takes 50,000. Without delay, he directly said, "System," ¡°Add 50,000 XP to my knight training!¡± he commanded. "Success! Status changed ¨C Silver Knight Training (50,000/50,000)." When the system notification flashed, Edric felt like a frigid flow was following in his veins; it was the opposite of the previous Great Knight breakthrough. "Damn, it''s painful!" His eyes went dark, and he fell. ... Edric opened his eyes and stood up, looking around. "Wait, why am I shorter?" After becoming a Great knight, he became much taller, at least 6.7 feet, but now, he was much shorter, only around 6 feet tall. "Yeah, I remember that Great Knights would ''shrink'' after breaking through and becoming silver knights; my current physique is what an ordinary 15-year-old boy should have!" He thought and went in front of the mirror again; his arms, which were thick before, now looked weak; however, Edric could feel such strength hidden in these arms that was incomparable to before. "Before, my internal energy was hot; now, it''s cold, extremely cold; the quality of my internal energy now is many times higher!" He thought as he sat down and concentrated. "Oh my, it''s much easier to control this calm and cold internal energy than the previously hot and violent energy!" Edric opened his palm, and a ball of energy manifested in his hand; this cold internal energy was so easy to work with that even he, as a newbie, could manifest it in the real world. "Let''s test it!" Edric put on some clothes, which were now oversized for him, and left his room; the current building he stays in has a built-in training space. He went down the stairs and took a sword; he transmitted his cold internal energy into the sword and slashed; he was very careful to only put a minuscule amount of internal energy into it. The sword slash struck the other side of the training room with a silver flash; a moment later, the building shook. Going forward to observe the aftermath, Edric was a bit surprised; the walls of this building were made of stone, yet his casual slash with very little internal energy cut the stone and nearly penetrated it; if he had used more internal energy, the entire wall would have been cut through. Destroying an entire building with a single sword slash is far beyond ordinary. "It''s said that Knights can defeat ten elite troops, Great Knights can defeat 10 Knights, and Silver Knights can cut down ten Knights in one strike; there is a massive qualitative leap once one breaks through to Silver Knight!" Edric thought; with his internal energy, he wouldn¡¯t have trouble destroying the city''s gate with one slash; of course, doing so is a waste, as even Silver Knights have a limited supply of internal energy; once they spend it on destroying walls and gates, how should they fight when the enemy''s Silver Knight arrives? Edric looked at the sword in his hand; cracks were all over its body; obviously, ordinary swords cannot tolerate the internal energy of Silver Knights; the reason this sword was able to hold on was that Edric used such little internal energy and that the sword was a gift from Lyria able to withstand knight level battles. "I need a new sword!" Edric thought. Returning to his bedroom, Edric took out a few banknotes; this was most of his cash, worth 500,000 silver; the rest of his belongings were not liquid, and their control wasn''t in his hand. He changed his clothes, put a hat on his head, opened the window, and jumped! As a Silver Knight, he is no longer so afraid of death! He would have time to run away even if he faced an assassin. From the day he arrived in this world, he has been very curious; it''s now time to explore; it would be best if he could also find a sword to buy. Chapter 18 Blades in the Dark IV A silver knight is usually the highest-level warrior in most noble families. Any one of them can shift the balance of power in a region, with detailed records meticulously kept on each individual. Once a random Silver Knight appears, it arouses a lot of suspicion. For that reason, Edric didn¡¯t leak his silver internal energy; ordinary people wouldn''t notice, but knights and Great Knights would find out his rank once they saw his silver-colored internal energy. Knights cannot tell each other''s ranks just by looking; however, once any internal energy leaks, it is extremely easy to detect one''s rank. Colorless internal energy is a sign of Knight and Great Knight rank; silver is a sign of Silver Knight, golden is a sign of Golden Knight, red is a sign of Legendary Knight, cyan is a sign of Mythic Knight, pink is a sign of Ultra Knight, green is a sign of Super Knight, purple is a sign of Extreme Knight, and black is a sign of Ultimate Knight. ... A young man with a hat covering his hair, green pupils, clear skin, and expensive clothes walked down the city''s main street; he was Edric. His hair was red; however, he didn¡¯t dare walk in the city with that hair color. Red hair is very prevalent among the members of the Windwalker family, so it can be safely assumed that anyone with red hair has some connections with them. Because nobles always intermarry, the red color gene has passed down from generation to generation without being diluted. Most none noble people in the Windwalker territory have either black or brown hair. Technically, Edric''s eye color can also lead to exposure of his identity, but he didn¡¯t have anything to cover it; in this era, there is nothing like cosmetic lenses that can change eye color. Fortunately, green eye color is not exclusive to the Windwalker family; many unrelated to the family in this area also have green eyes; it''s just that the prevalence of green eyes is much higher in the Windwalker family. Looking around the streets, Edric frowned. He expected a busy street, but what greeted him was a desolate wasteland. All the stores on the sides were closed as if terrified of something. Looking ahead, Edric noticed patrolling guards coming his way; they were far away, so while Edric could see them, they couldn¡¯t see him. In one step, Edric jumped onto the roof of a store, walking all around him. "Probably a curfew!" Edric thought; he couldn''t find any other explanation for the current situation. "Something must have happened!" Edric thought, jumping from roof to roof to the city walls; he plans on seeing for himself; after all, as a Silver Knight, he is now strong and wouldn¡¯t die from ordinary events. ... It was a well-lit room; the sunlight completely lit it up, so there was no need for candles. "Are everyone ready?" Lyria asked. Yesterday, their spies in the Windslash Group obtained a terrifying piece of news: the Darkwind family hired six Silver-rank assassins to kill Edric! This news terrified Lyria and enraged Marquis Windwalker; he immediately sent 5 Silver Knights to her for protection and spent a lot of money to hire two other Silver Knight mercenaries temporarily; at the same time, he ordered general mobilization and openly declared war on the Darkwinds.Stolen story; please report. Marquis Windwalker is usually a calm and collected person, but once he gets angry, nothing can stop him; hiring assassins to kill other nobles was already a red line the first time, but the Darkwind family was so thick-skinned that after failing once, not only did it not give up, but it doubled down. For Marquis Windwalker, it was humiliating; if he didn''t respond to this, other nobles might think the Windwalker family was weak. After a general mobilization order, all nobles of the family must send 50% of the army along with money needed to purchase supplies for them for three months to the Marquis; once all the troops gather, they are organized into one massive army and sent to the battlefield. However, the Marquis only declared the general mobilization order yesterday; many nobles of the Windwalker family might not even know it. It would take at least one month to organize, and the invading army can only be organized and ready to march after two months. The current curfew has nothing to do with the mobilization order. The curfew was implemented because reliable sources within the Windslash Group, who are paid to deliver the latest news, have all signaled that the six assassins have been mobilized and will arrive anytime! The moment Lyria heard the news, she ordered a curfew; anyone seen on the streets would be considered an enemy; six assassins of Silver rank are no joke; the matter is of life and death and must be handled with utmost care. A tall and thin man, a Silver Knight, said, "Everything is indeed ready, but I believe you are making a mistake keeping Edric here!" He was a Silver Knight and a member of the Windwalker family far older than Lyria; even though he had no nobility title, he didn¡¯t need to speak respectfully with her. "Nowhere can be safer than here! I couldn¡¯t send him there; what if they catch him on the road?" Lyria said resolutely. An old woman, also a Silver Knight, said, "We must stay here, all together; if assassins catch us one by one, we will be obliterated!" She said. The enemy knows where they are, while they have no idea where the enemy is; usually, being in a city has many advantages, such as having many walls to hide behind, but in front of Silver Knights, these walls are entirely ineffective; It''s not that nothing can stop silver knights; some magical walls and formations can keep Silver Knights out; however, only high-level nobles, such as marquises, dukes, and kings have access to those. The tall and thin knight suggested sending Edric to Marquis Windwalker''s castle, which can keep out even Silver Knights, but Lyria rejected it; protecting him on the road is much more difficult; after all, Edric is only a Knight; even the weakest poison of Silver rank could kill him in a second. The difference of rank is extremely terrifying; even a Great Knight can hardly resist a silver knight for more than a few seconds, let alone Edric, who has just broken through the rank of Knight. The reason Edric was able to withstand a strike from her was because she restrained herself; she didn¡¯t admit it at the time and would never admit it; the strength she used was indeed Silver Knight level, but the weakest strike from a Silver Knight, and without any internal energy; if she used any internal energy, or used more strength, Edric would have been reduced to mincemeat; after all, a Knight is far below a talented Silver Knight such as Lyria. At her current strength, Lyria predicts she could kill several Knights with one single strike and a Great Knight in less than 20 seconds. 10 well-equipped Great Knights are strong enough to stop her, but in most cases, she would be able to run away whenever she desires, as none of the Great Knights would be able to catch up to her; only if she is trapped will her life be in some danger. 20 well-equipped Great Knights are enough to kill her; if she is trapped and cannot run away, she would most likely be exhausted and killed. As such, a Silver Knight is usually as strong as 10 Great Knights, but overall, they are worth more than 10 Great Knights, because their mobility and power are far more flexible than ten Great Knights. Now, in resisting these 6 Silver assassins, Lyria didn¡¯t even try using Knights as shields; they would simply be killed by one move, not much different than ordinary people; even Great Knights are not much use; she placed the Great Knights she had under her command at the four gates of the city; whenever they saw a Silver Knight, they would have to sound the warning horn to notify everyone. As Great Knights, they would most likely be able to last long enough to sound the war horn, at least. Just as Lyria was thinking about these, a war horn sounded from the city''s west gate! Chapter 19 Blades in the Dark V Eagle''s Bridge City was remarkably large compared to its relatively small population of just 150,000 residents. The city''s expansive geographical size was primarily due to the abundance of single-family homes scattered throughout its landscape. The residents of Eagle''s Perch City were significantly wealthier than most in Countess Lyria''s territory. The city was a beacon of prosperity, attracting anyone in the region with the means to relocate. It was often said that if someone had the resources, they would inevitably choose to settle in the Countess¡¯s prized city. Within her lands, people enjoyed a measure of freedom when it came to choosing where to live¡ªso long as they remained within her domain. Moving to any of her cities was entirely permissible. However, leaving her territory altogether was a different matter. Those born under her rule could not simply pack up and leave as they pleased; doing so required her express permission. This restriction was far from unique. Most nobles across the land imposed similar limitations on their people. Few rulers were willing to grant their subjects unrestricted freedom to come and go as they wished. The handful of nobles who did so were seen as exceptions, often spoken of with admiration or skepticism, depending on one''s perspective. ...
On the city''s east side, a man wearing a hat was leaping from rooftop to rooftop; he was Edric. Edric continued darting across rooftops, leaping from one to the next with practiced ease. In no time, he reached the city wall. Though the city sprawled over a vast area, Edric''s speed as a Silver Knight made the distance seem negligible. His movements were light and precise, his steps barely disturbing the rooftops beneath him. Despite lacking a formal movement skill, his innate power as a Silver Knight gave him extraordinary agility that could easily be mistaken for one. When he reached the wall, Edric effortlessly vaulted up to an unguarded section. The sheer size of the wall made it impossible to cover every inch with soldiers. Constructed entirely of stone, it stood 24 feet tall and 8 feet wide, a formidable barrier to most intruders. Guards patrolled the top at intervals of about 50 meters¡ªenough to provide coverage without overstretching their numbers. Recently, security has been heightened. In addition to the standard guards, knights patrolled the wall¡¯s perimeter, and Great Knights were stationed at the gates. This marked a significant improvement, making the city¡¯s defenses stronger than they had been in years. The recent security upgrades were a response to the growing threat of assassins. The city¡¯s leaders knew that ordinary soldiers would offer little resistance against such skilled assassins. Even so, they deemed it worthwhile to bolster wall defenses. After all, even a slight increase in the chances of detecting an intruder could make a crucial difference when the time comes. Once Edric reached the top of the wall, he immediately crouched down, keeping himself out of sight. Though the nearest guards were some distance away on either side, it was still possible they might spot him if he stood upright. The wall was typically guarded without gaps, but humans are far from perfect. For some reason, this particular section of the wall was temporarily unmanned. Perhaps a guard had left their post due to injury or some other emergency. Regardless, Edric knew his time was limited. Someone could return at any moment. Of course, if a guard did appear, Edric was more than capable of subduing them quietly. However, he preferred to avoid any unnecessary confrontation. Looking down from the top of the wall, Edric was met with a familiar sight: an expanse of trees stretching as far as the eye could see. The city was encircled by the dense greenery of the Great Wind Forest, a vast jungle that extended from the Windwalker Territory to the Darkwind Territory. Legends spoke of the forest''s depths, where powerful monsters were said to dwell¡ªcreatures as strong as Silver Knights, perhaps even stronger. But those dangers lurked far from civilization. The areas near major cities, including this one, had long been cleared of any such threats. Only ordinary monsters remained, none of which posed a challenge to the Knights who patrolled the region. Edric''s eyes scanned the treetops, noting the quiet stillness below. "Nothing unusual," he thought to himself. From his vantage point on the wall, everything appeared calm and ordinary. After surveying the area from his high vantage point and finding nothing unusual, Edric decided against jumping down from the wall. Leaving the safety of the city entirely was too risky, even for a Silver Knight. He knew assassins were targeting him, and while he may be able to handle one in a direct fight, multiple enemies¡ªespecially skilled ones¡ªcould pose a deadly threat. Assassins thrived on stealth, ambush tactics, and the element of surprise, making them even more dangerous. He had initially ventured out to explore the city and reconnect with the world around him. However, with the city in lockdown, his plans were effectively stalled. If he wanted clarity, he¡¯d have to wait for his mother to return and ask her directly. As he climbed down from the wall, Edric thought about his other goal: obtaining a suitable sword. High-level weapons crafted for Silver Knights were rare and not easily acquired. He had intended to visit the city¡¯s leading auction house to see if any such weapons were available, but the lockdown had dashed those plans. He had no choice but to postpone his quest for a new blade. With nothing more to accomplish, he decided to head back to his room and wait. Just as Edric was about to return to his room, a loud war horn echoed from the direction of the west gate, abruptly capturing his attention. The sound was unmistakable, urgent and commanding. Edric turned toward the gate, straining his eyes to see what was happening. However, despite his enhanced vision, the view was obstructed by numerous buildings. "Something is happening at the west gate," he thought, his mind racing. "Should I go?" Edric hesitated. If he went, there was a chance he¡¯d encounter Silver-level enemies. For him, fighting Silver-level assassins was risky. His combat experience was limited, especially when stealth and ambush tactics would come into play. While he was also a magician, his magic was far from fully developed and offered little in the way of an advantage. Additionally, Edric lacked proper equipment. Without a Silver-level sword, he was at a significant disadvantage. Using his current Knight-level sword in such a battle would be disastrous; the weapon would likely shatter in a single clash against an opponent. After some deliberation, Edric decided to approach the west gate cautiously. He didn¡¯t plan to engage the enemy¡ªhis goal was to observe and assess the situation. His mother and other Silver Knights would likely be heading there, so he had little reason to stay behind or hide. He resolved to move carefully, keeping his presence as subtle as possible. ... Lyria, her eyes fixed on the west gate, gave the command with urgency: ¡°Gather everyone¡ªevery Silver Knight and Great Knight.¡± Without delay, her knights assembled, and together they moved swiftly toward the west gate, running at their maximum speed. For Silver Knights, it wouldn¡¯t take long to cover the distance. Their speed and coordination ensured they¡¯d reach the scene quickly. Despite the escalating threat, Lyria wasn¡¯t concerned about Edric. He had been hidden in a secure, secret location in the city¡ªa place known only to a handful of her most trusted servants. She visited him periodically but was always cautious. Edric wasn¡¯t kept in the headquarters or near the other Silver Knights. Lyria had made that decision for one critical reason: if the assassins attacked in force¡ªsix of them, for example¡ªeven she and the five other Silver Knights would struggle to protect him. The safest option was to keep Edric hidden. In a city of over 100,000 people, the assassins would find it nearly impossible to locate him quickly. Lyria did not know any magic capable of finding someone well-concealed in such a vast area. She could only lament the world¡¯s unfairness if such a spell existed. This strategy allowed her and her knights to focus entirely on the situation at the west gate. If they had to protect Edric, they would have been forced to stay put, waiting for the assassins to attack. Moving Edric to the battlefield wasn¡¯t an option either; fighting assassins while ensuring his safety would be nearly impossible. The assassins'' objective was simple: kill Edric and escape. However, the mission was more complicated for Lyria and her Silver Knights. They had to capture or eliminate the assassins¡ªan outcome far more complex than a quick strike against a single target.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. ... The group of fifteen¡ªLyria, five Silver Knights, and nine Great Knights¡ªdid not arrive together. The Silver Knights, faster and more agile, reached the west gate first. The initial sight was deceivingly normal. At first glance, nothing seemed out of place. But as Lyria carefully scanned the area, her sharp instincts quickly identified something was wrong¡ªnone of the guards were present. The entire perimeter was abandoned. "Something has happened to them. They are probably dead", she thought grimly. Her expression hardened as she shouted, ¡°Be careful! The assassins are here!¡± Immediately, the six knights formed a tight defensive formation. They knew better than to spread out against assassins. Such a mistake could be fatal. Once grouped, Lyria addressed her team. ¡°Do you feel it?¡± she asked, her tone sharp and urgent. A tall, thin man among the Silver Knights nodded. ¡°Yes, I feel it. Someone''s here¡ªbut we can¡¯t see him. It¡¯s the work of magic.¡± Another Silver Knight said worriedly, ¡°They must have a magician on their side.¡± The tension thickened as they discussed the situation. Suddenly, a humanoid figure materialized in the distance. Dressed entirely in black, their silhouette was concealed from head to toe. Their flat and unnerving voice sounded somewhere between male and female, making it impossible to determine their identity. ¡°Hello, my fellow Silver Knights,¡± the figure said, their tone mocking. ¡°You know what we want, and you know we¡¯ll get it. So, to save us all some effort, bring Edric here¡ªno conflict, no fuss. Otherwise, you¡¯re going to regret it.¡± The assassin¡¯s presence was carefully constructed. Their clothing, voice, and demeanor revealed nothing. It was clear they didn¡¯t want their identity exposed. Lyria knew why. Many assassins tied to Silver Slash led double lives. Being identified as an assassin would ruin their reputations, cutting off their ability to operate freely. The standoff had begun, and Lyria¡¯s mind raced, calculating their next move. Lyria didn¡¯t even entertain the assassin¡¯s suggestion. However, she refrained from ordering an attack. She knew the assassin likely didn¡¯t expect them to hand Edric over so quickly. His confidence hinted at something else¡ªperhaps a trap, already set and waiting for them to step into. Keeping her composure, she spoke in a calm but firm tone. ¡°Of course, I¡¯ll bring Edric here. We won¡¯t resist you. But I won¡¯t do it unless you and your colleagues reveal yourselves. I don¡¯t negotiate with cowards who hide in the shadows.¡± The assassin let out a mocking laugh. ¡°You¡¯re amusing,¡± they said, their voice dripping with contempt. ¡°Do you really think you have the upper hand here? We are six skilled assassins. We won¡¯t leave until we take the boy¡¯s head. Even if you somehow win today, we¡¯ll return¡ªwith more people if necessary. Edric is going to die, one way or another. His death has already been promised.¡± The figure shifted slightly, their tone growing colder. ¡°Now, stop wasting time. Bring Edric here immediately, or something terrible will happen to your city.¡± The air grew heavier as the assassin¡¯s threat hung between them. Lyria¡¯s mind worked quickly, weighing her options. Clearly, the enemy wasn¡¯t bluffing, but she wasn¡¯t about to give in. She knew that time was working against her. The longer this standoff lasted, the worse the situation would become. One assassin was here, confronting her, but the other five were unaccounted for. They may be searching for Edric within the city. Even though she had hidden Edric in a highly secret location¡ªknown only to a few trusted servants¡ªshe couldn¡¯t discount the possibility that the assassins had means beyond her understanding. They might possess secret magic tools or weapons to track or locate him. Lyria¡¯s knowledge of magic was limited; while she had studied several books on the subject, none delved deeply into silver-rank types of equipment. Her mind churned with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last. If the assassins had tools capable of bypassing conventional concealment methods, Edric¡¯s location might already be compromised. The idea sent a cold shiver down her spine, but she quickly dismissed it. Lyria¡¯s gaze hardened as she looked at the assassin before her. "This is a distraction," she realized. "He is buying time for the others. I need to end this quickly." Lyria didn¡¯t hesitate. She gripped her sword tightly, her expression fierce. Silver internal energy surged through her body, gathering in her blade. The weapon hummed with power as her aura intensified, radiating a palpable force that crackled around her. In a single fluid motion, she stepped forward and slashed at the assassin with deadly precision. Her swift and overwhelming strike aimed to leave no room for retaliation. The silver energy imbued in her sword cut through the space between them like a flash of lightning, an attack that carried the full force of her resolve. The assassin¡¯s eyes widened in surprise as the silver energy slash tore through the space where they had stood just a moment before. Despite the shocking speed and precision of Lyria¡¯s attack, the assassin managed to evade it, leaping to the side with inhuman agility. The attack hadn¡¯t been a simple sword swing¡ªit was a ranged strike, a wave of condensed internal energy sharpened into a deadly arc of power. The ground where the energy landed cracked and splintered, a testament to its destructive force. The assassin wasted no time. They jumped more than 20 meters away in one powerful motion, effortlessly landing on the city wall. Without hesitation, they vaulted over it and disappeared into the forest beyond the city. But Lyria and her Silver Knights weren¡¯t idle spectators. The moment the assassin moved, they sprang into action, their bodies blurring as they pursued him. Lyria led the charge, her sharp eyes fixed on the fleeing figure. Her voice rang out, clear and commanding. ¡°Don¡¯t let him escape! Stay close and be ready¡ªthere may be more waiting outside the walls.¡± Assassins of the Silver Rank were indeed faster than their Knight counterparts, but their advantage lay in explosive speed and agility rather than sustained endurance. Lyria and the five Silver Knights pursued the fleeing assassin relentlessly. Though the gap between them gradually widened, it never became insurmountable. The assassin¡¯s movements were fluid and calculated, each step carrying them farther away. Yet, the assassin''s stamina faltered as the chase stretched into minutes. Their speed dropped noticeably. This was the weakness of Silver-ranked assassins¡ªtheir incredible bursts of speed came at the cost of endurance. In prolonged engagements, they were disadvantaged against Silver-ranked knights, whose stamina and sustained power were superior. Sensing the shift in momentum, Lyria pressed forward, signaling to her team. ¡°Stay on him! He¡¯s slowing down!¡± she called, her voice sharp and decisive. The Silver Knights surged ahead, closing the distance. In a matter of moments, they caught up and surrounded the assassin, forming a six-direction encirclement. Their formation was tight, leaving no openings for escape. The assassin stopped abruptly, their hooded head swiveling to assess the situation. Lyria stepped forward, her sword gleaming with silver energy. Her voice was steady but laced with authority. ¡°You¡¯ve run far enough. You won¡¯t escape now. Surrender, or you¡¯ll face the consequences.¡± The assassin chuckled, a cold, mocking sound that echoed in the tense silence. Despite being surrounded, their confidence didn¡¯t waver. Turning their hooded head to glance at each knight in turn, they finally spoke. ¡°You do realize I¡¯m a member of the Windslash Assassin group, don¡¯t you?¡± Their voice was calm, tinged with amusement. ¡°If you kill me, you won¡¯t just have me to deal with. My brothers and sisters will come for you¡ªand for your families. You know our reputation. We are famous for our vengeful nature.¡± The assassin¡¯s words hung heavy in the air. Their tone wasn¡¯t boastful but delivered with the weight of certainty, like a statement of fact. Lyria narrowed her eyes, her grip on her sword tightening. She wasn¡¯t easily intimidated but understood the weight of the assassin¡¯s threat. The Windslash Assassins were notorious across the land for their brutal reprisals. Killing one of their members was akin to declaring war on the entire group¡ªa dangerous proposition even for someone of her strength and status. One of the silver knights shifted uneasily but quickly steadied himself, awaiting Lyria¡¯s command. The assassin continued, their smile audible in their voice. ¡°So, what will it be, Lady Lyria? Are you willing to risk your life and the lives of those you care about to end mine? Or are you wise enough to let me go?¡± Lyria''s expression remained icy, her voice sharp and unwavering as she replied, ¡°Of course, I know your reputation. But the moment you dared to attack my family and threaten my son, all reason left me. I¡¯ll give you five seconds. Drop your weapons and surrender, or we will kill you.¡± Her voice carried an edge that made it clear she wasn¡¯t bluffing. Still, beneath her unshakable exterior, Lyria was carefully weighing her options. Capturing the assassin alive would undoubtedly be the wiser choice. Killing him would almost certainly provoke retaliation from the Wind-Slash Assassin group, rumored to be led by a fearsome Golden-ranked assassin. Facing such an opponent would put her family in grave danger. On the other hand, capturing the assassin opened a path that could safeguard her family and provide financial benefit. The Wind-Slash Assassin group had a peculiar reputation¡ªit prioritized retrieving its captured members and was willing to pay significant ransoms to secure their release. The assassin hesitated, glancing around at the six Silver Knights encircling him, each radiating an aura of power and readiness to strike. With a sigh, he lowered his sword. There was a good chance Lyria was bluffing, but he couldn¡¯t afford to gamble with his life. Raising his hands slowly, he said, ¡°Alright, you got me. You win.¡± A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he added, ¡°But don¡¯t think this is over. Edric is going to die anyway. You won¡¯t be able to save him now.¡± Her knights exchanged uneasy glances. The capture of a member of the Wind-Slash Assassin group was no small feat, but his cryptic warning about Edric left a lingering unease in the air. Lyria, however, wasn¡¯t one to let threats rattle her. She stepped closer to the assassin, her expression cold and commanding. ¡°We¡¯ll see about that,¡± she said, her voice steady. ¡°But for now, you¡¯re coming with us.¡± The assassin¡¯s smirk faltered slightly, but he didn¡¯t resist as the knights moved in to secure him. Two of them bound his hands with enchanted chains, ensuring he couldn¡¯t use any hidden weapons or attempt an escape. These enchanted chains were no ordinary restraints. Forged from an extraordinarily durable steel alloy and imbued with rare enchantments, they were specifically designed to completely suppress a Silver Knight''s internal energy. The cost of such an item was astronomical¡ªmore than the price of a grand palace. Lyria had acquired them from Marquis Windwalker, but there had been a condition: the chains were to be returned intact. If anything were to happen to them, Lyria would face a debt that could take her years to repay. Items of silver rank, especially those capable of subduing someone of equal power, were exceedingly rare and came with a hefty price tag. Yet, in moments like these, the value of such an artifact became apparent. With the assassin effectively neutralized, Lyria felt a sliver of relief, but the unease gnawed at her. ¡°I have a bad feeling about this,¡± she muttered, her voice low but urgent. Without waiting for further discussion, she turned and began moving swiftly toward the city. The knights followed closely, two of them maintaining a firm hold on the subdued assassin as they ran toward the city. For a Silver Knight, carrying a person was hardly a challenge. Although the Silver Knights weren¡¯t her subordinates, they followed her lead while operating within her territory. Chapter 20 Blades in the Dark VI
From his position atop the roof of a tall building, Edric squatted down, carefully observing the scene below. As a Silver Knight, his movements were feather-light, and his breathing was so controlled it was almost soundless. He was confident that even the other Silver Knights couldn¡¯t hear or sense him¡ªat least, that¡¯s what he wanted to believe. At a distance of over 300 feet, it would have been extraordinary if they detected the faint noises he made. From his vantage point, Edric surveyed the scene. Below, he spotted seven Silver people. Among them, he immediately recognized his mother. Five others were knights who had come to assist her. The last figure, however, stood out¡ªdraped in black clothing, unmistakably one of the assassins. Edric thought, "So, the assassins have finally arrived." He stayed exactly where he was, making no move to interfere. There were six Silver Knights on his mother¡¯s side, and they certainly didn¡¯t need his help. Besides, he could not explain his Silver Knight power without exposing his secret. The truth about his system was an absolute secret¡ªsomething he couldn¡¯t risk revealing, not even to his mother. Edric was sure that while his mother wanted him to succeed, her priorities would change if she discovered his ability to quickly improve and strengthen himself. She would assume he had a treasure or a method to grow stronger and would undoubtedly try to claim it for herself. Edric¡¯s thoughts darkened. "If she could make herself a Golden Knight, why would she place her hopes on me? Everyone is selfish in the end... Maybe not everyone, but Lyria certainly is." He knew his mother well. The reason she pushed him so hard since he was a child wasn¡¯t out of love or genuine care¡ªit was out of ambition. She wanted a talented and powerful descendant for her future. Edric understood this all too well. She had other children, both legitimate and illegitimate, but she didn¡¯t care for them. Her focus was on him, simply because he had the talent to surpass them all. Whether it was the Edric before the transmigration or the current Edric, neither was na?ve enough to believe in Lyria''s maternal instincts. Over the years, she had proven time and again to be pragmatic and rational, always placing her own interests at the forefront. It wasn¡¯t that Lyria was evil¡ªshe did care for her children, to some extent. But when it came to her priorities, her own benefits came first. That was the reality Edric had come to understand. To others, especially the common folk, Lyria might seem heartless or cruel. But to her children, she was not an entirely terrible mother. She cared for them, even if that care was often tied to her desire to use them for her goals. As Edric pondered Lyria¡¯s motives, the situation below quickly escalated. Without warning, she attacked, slashing toward the assassin with precision and speed. Her sword, infused with a surge of silver internal energy, cleaved through the air. The strike was a ranged attack that carried an immense force. The assassin managed to dodge at the last moment, but the power of the attack was undeniable. The sword''s strike hit the ground with such force that it left a deep, jagged scar in the earth¡ªproof of the overwhelming energy Lyria had poured into it. The assassin, clearly aware that he was no match for six silver knights, swiftly jumped onto the wall, leaping out of the city with impressive agility. Without hesitation, Lyria and the other five silver knights pursued him, sprinting after the assassin; their movements perfectly synchronized as they chased him beyond the city walls. Edric hesitated, weighing the risk of chasing after them or staying hidden. After a moment of thought, he decided against it. There were two reasons guiding his choice. The first was practicality. If he ventured out into the open, his chances of remaining unseen would be slim. The towering buildings offered some cover, but he might struggle to conceal his tracks once he stepped outside. Exposing his secret system would place him in grave danger, risking the kind of exposure he couldn¡¯t afford. The second reason was strategic. Lyria and the five silver knights were more than capable of handling one assassin. Edric did not doubt their capabilities. If the situation were a trap too complex for them to manage, his presence wouldn¡¯t make much of a difference. Staying hidden would be the wiser choice. It would allow him to be a fresh force in case of an emergency¡ªready to step in at the right moment. Of course, he¡¯d need to conceal his identity, perhaps by wearing a mask or using other means of disguise. Deciding on his course of action, Edric remained hidden at the top of the same building, waiting for his mother''s return. ... Five figures cloaked in dark attire stood on the roof of the tallest building in the city, exchanging wary glances. Their demeanour was unmistakably suspicious, marking them as individuals of ill intent. These were the five assassins from the notorious Wind Slash group.
The Wind Slash group operated under a rigid code of anonymity. Real names were strictly forbidden; instead, members adopted numeric designations¡ª"slash" followed by a number¡ªindicating their rank within the organization. According to rumours, the ranking system reflected an assassin¡¯s power: higher numbers denoted weaker members, while lower numbers signified greater strength. If a member died, they were removed from the ranking altogether. This meant that //19, the lowest-ranked assassin present, being a Silver-level assassin, implied the group had at least 19 Silver-ranked members. Every assassin in the group was equipped with a magical item that altered their voice, ensuring even their speech betrayed nothing. Clad in dark garments that completely concealed their identity and gender, they maintained full mobility and unimpeded vision. The only discernible difference among them was their height. While one might attempt to infer their gender based on stature, this was far from reliable¡ªshorter men and taller women ensured such guesses were often misleading.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. One of the assassins, known as //3, turned to the other four and spoke, his voice laced with confusion. "It¡¯s really strange. The magic equipment isn¡¯t working at all. We can¡¯t find the target." The others exchanged uneasy glances, equally puzzled by the malfunction. They, too, were at a loss as to why ''the Leaf,'' their magic equipment used for finding targets, wasn¡¯t functioning. The Leaf was a Silver-level magic tool, an extraordinary piece of equipment capable of detecting anyone below Silver rank within a 10-mile radius. It was highly prized for hunting down hidden targets, especially in cases where enemies tried to escape or remain undetected. However, the Leaf was not without its limitations. It was not a permanent item; it had only a finite number of uses¡ª10, to be exact. After the 10th use, the equipment would automatically shatter, rendering it useless. Each Leaf was worth millions of silver coins, given its rarity and power. "The magic equipment can¡¯t detect him," //3 said, his voice carrying a sense of finality. "That only means the target isn¡¯t here. Now that we know he¡¯s not in the city, there¡¯s no reason to stay longer." He paused for a moment, then issued his command. "Disperse." The other four assassins nodded in acknowledgment, and within moments, they faded into the shadows. The assassins hadn''t considered the possibility that their target, Edric, might have broken through to the Silver rank. It was something no one would have anticipated. They had assumed Edric wasn¡¯t present in the city, and that Lyria had hidden him elsewhere. With their target apparently gone, there was no reason to linger. The assassins weren¡¯t here to destroy the Windwalker family. They were here for one purpose only¡ªEdric¡¯s death. The moment they took his life, they would leave. They weren¡¯t mercenaries interested in wreaking havoc or making a grand statement. The Darkwind family had only paid for one thing: Edric¡¯s head. That was their mission and nothing more.
Of course, there was a problem. //19, one of the weakest Silver-level assassins in the Wind Slash group, had been captured. His assignment had been straightforward: serve as bait to distract the enemy''s Silver Knights and keep them occupied. Yet, now that the group had failed to find and kill Edric, it seemed that //19''s sacrifice was in vain. None of the five assassins were concerned about //19''s fate. The group had a notorious reputation. Anyone who dared to kill one of their members would be swiftly avenged. To them, being captured was just a temporary setback. //19 might spend some weeks in prison, but the group would pay the ransom, and he would be freed. The assassins of the group did not know each other well, nor did they care about each other''s survival. They were nothing more than temporary teammates, bound by the same goal for the moment¡ªnothing more, nothing less. Not caring about their teammates meant that none could genuinely trust each other. When faced with a difficult opponent or a dangerous situation, their only concern would be their own survival, and they wouldn¡¯t hesitate to sacrifice their comrades if it meant saving themselves. Everything came at a cost. Anonymity, though valuable for a group like theirs, also carried its own price. How could you trust someone when you couldn¡¯t even see their face or know their real name? Other assassin groups might have members who knew and cared for each other, but Wind Slash was not one of those groups. They valued secrecy above all else, and in doing so, they traded true trust for the convenience of anonymity. ... Lyria soon returned to the city, racing to Edric''s hiding place. She burst into his room, only to find it empty. A wave of unease swept over her. He was gone. She thought, "The assassins must have taken him. But why? Why not kill him on the spot? What could they possibly want with him alive?" She quickly ran through the possibilities in her mind. Could they be planning to blackmail her? If it were something reasonable, she would pay the ransom without hesitation. But if their demands were absurd¡ªlike a million gold coins¡ªshe wouldn''t be able to meet them even if she wanted to. After all, even the Marquis of the Windwalker family didn¡¯t have that kind of money. But before she could think further, a voice from behind interrupted her thoughts. "Mom, you¡¯re here? I was waiting for you," Edric said calmly. Lyria spun around, startled. She had checked the entire room before but hadn¡¯t seen him. Yet now, there he was, standing right behind her. "Where were you? Why didn¡¯t I find you?" she asked, still bewildered. "I was downstairs training," Edric replied nonchalantly. Lyria eyed him suspiciously. She had looked downstairs, too and hadn¡¯t found him. But at that moment, questioning his whereabouts seemed trivial. The real issue was that five assassins were out looking for him. They might even have magic equipment to track him. With five assassins actively searching for Edric, possibly with the help of a mysterious magic item, Lyria realized her options were increasingly limited. She could no longer keep him in a hidden location. The assassins likely had some means of tracking him. If she hid him in a secluded building and left, there was a very real risk that they would find him quickly and kill him. Therefore, any plan Lyria devised from this point on had to include keeping Edric with her at all times. Her current strategy involved taking him along, accompanied by the five Silver Knights. Even when they faced the assassins, they would have to protect Edric while simultaneously engaging in battle. It was the only viable option. There was no other way to ensure his safety. Lyria secured her sword on her back, stepped out of the room, and began moving swiftly alongside the other five Silver Knights, who were not far from the building. The plan was simple¡ªfind the assassins. It would be ideal if they could locate them one by one. Given that the assassins were now hunting for Edric, it was possible that they had dispersed, and so, if they were lucky, Lyria and her knights might encounter them individually. That would give them the upper hand. But, of course, such a scenario was far from guaranteed. Despite their efforts, the search stretched into a full day and night¡ª24 hours of relentless searching. But they found nothing. No signs, no clues. It was as if the assassins had disappeared completely, or perhaps had abandoned their mission. That night, Lyria, the five Silver Knights, and Edric all slept in the same room. It was a matter of life and death now, so concerns about propriety or discomfort were irrelevant. After several days of being holed up together, it was finally determined that the assassins had left. However, Lyria and the knights couldn''t afford to let down their guard completely. Despite the apparent retreat of the assassins, there was no clear reason why they had disappeared so suddenly. The knights decided to stay another week before they even considered leaving. They couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that something wasn¡¯t right. There was no logical explanation for why the assassins had given up. Lyria mulled over the possibilities, and the knights did the same. But none of them could devise a convincing reason for the sudden halt in the assassins'' pursuit. It seemed as though the assassins might have been intimidated by the six Silver Knights'' strength and feared that they wouldn''t just fail but might actually be killed in a confrontation. But Lyria couldn''t bring herself to believe that the assassins had simply been scared off. If they were so easily intimidated, why would they choose such a dangerous line of work in the first place? Assassins were trained to face death head-on, not run from it. After two weeks of cautious waiting and constant vigilance, Lyria and the five Silver Knights finally made the decision to take Edric to Marquis Windwalker''s castle. The Darkwind family¡¯s assassins were still possibly out there, and it was too easy for them to find him in such an exposed location. The Marquis''s castle, however, was a different matter. Strong and fortified, it was equipped with defenses capable of detecting even Silver Knights trying to infiltrate. It was the safest place for Edric at this point. Chapter 21 The Calm Before the Storm I ... The group continued their journey for another day before finally reaching the Windwalker castle. It was as magnificent as the tales had described. Towering over 60 feet high, the walls were impeccably maintained, constructed from pristine white snow bricks that gleamed under the sun. The castle''s design was both imposing and elegant, adorned with intricate patterns and arcane symbols etched into its surface.
... The Marquis was unaware of Lyria and Edric''s arrival; therefore, no one came to greet them when they reached the castle. hings changed when they approached the castle''s gates. Even though they were confirmed as members of the Windwalker family and recognized as silver knights in its service, they were still subjected to a thorough search. They were required to surrender their weapons and were prohibited from carrying anything sharp. Additionally, they were fitted with restraints designed to limit the use of their silver-ranked internal strength. ...This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.
Marquis Alaric Windwalker was a man of striking appearance, with fiery red hair, vivid green eyes, and a tall, commanding presence. Yet, the passage of time had begun to leave its mark¡ªstreaks of gray wove through his hair, and faint wrinkles etched themselves across his face. As a seasoned Silver Knight, his rank had granted him an extended lifespan, but even this gift could not stave off the inevitable decline of age forever. For now, Alaric was still considered to be in his prime. Yet, he couldn¡¯t ignore the shadow of what awaited him in the decades ahead. He often thought of the Marquis of the Darkwind family, now so frail that he couldn¡¯t leave his bed without assistance. The prospect of a similar fate¡ªor worse¡ªwas a thought Alaric avoided whenever possible. It was not cowardice but a very human reluctance to confront his mortality. ... Alaric once dreamed of becoming a Golden Knight, but his talent was insufficient for such an achievement, and he was painfully aware of it. The path to the Golden rank required relentless training, exceptional talent, and unwavering dedication¡ªqualities that, while present, were not strong enough in him to bridge the gap. Recognizing this, Alaric chose a different path, devoting himself to the service of his family rather than chasing an unattainable goal. For those without the necessary talent, the pursuit of advancement often ended in failure, wasting years or even decades. While some were willing to make such sacrifices in the faint hope of success, Alaric was not. He accepted the limits of his potential and resolved to focus on what he could achieve: the prosperity and legacy of the Windwalker family. ... Years ago, Alaric¡¯s attention was drawn to Lyria, a remarkably talented young girl from a branch of the Windwalker family. Recognizing her potential, he intervened to support her ascent, using his authority as family patriarch to appoint her as Countess¡ªa rare move, as local nobles typically determined their own successors. In Lyria¡¯s case, however, Alaric felt compelled to act, and time had proven him right. Now under 80 years old, Lyria had already achieved the rank of Silver Knight, an extraordinary accomplishment for someone of her age. But what set her apart was her potential. Experts estimated that she had a 40% chance of breaking through to the Golden rank¡ªa probability so high it was considered remarkable. If Lyria succeeded, it would not merely elevate her own status but transform the entire Windwalker family. The leap from Silver to Golden rank was monumental, signifying a shift from considerable power to unmatched prestige. A Golden Knight in the family could elevate their standing to that of a Dukes, a title that carried immense influence and authority. For the Windwalkers, this was more than a matter of ambition¡ªit was a chance to secure their legacy for generations to come. Alaric understood that such opportunities were rare, and he was determined to do everything in his power to support Lyria on her path to greatness. ... Edric, the son of Lyria, was born 15 years ago heralded as a prodigy almost from the moment of his arrival. When his talent was tested shortly after birth, the results revealed that his potential matched his mother¡¯s legendary rank. Marquis Alaric Windwalker was elated, seeing Edric as a beacon of hope for the family¡¯s future. Alaric pledged unwavering support for the boy, ensuring both financial and emotional backing. He allocated millions of silver coins annually for Edric¡¯s upbringing, sparing no expense in providing the best tutors, resources, and training. Naturally, as a child, Edric did not manage the funds directly; they were entrusted to his mother, Lyria, who oversaw their use. ... It is a well-established belief in noble circles that talent is largely hereditary. Children born to gifted parents have a significantly higher chance of inheriting their extraordinary abilities. With this in mind, Alaric privately approached Lyria, encouraging her to consider having more children for the benefit of the family. However, mindful of the physical toll such a request might impose on her, he refrained from pushing her too hard. As a man, Edric would face fewer biological limitations and could, theoretically, father hundreds or even thousands of children over his extended lifespan. For Alaric, Edric¡¯s ability to produce numerous descendants represented a cornerstone of the family¡¯s future. In noble families, it is not unusual for exceptionally talented members to be encouraged¡ªor outright compelled¡ªto have many children. This practice stems from the belief that extraordinary abilities, like those required for knight or mage training, are predominantly passed down through bloodlines. Talented individuals are seen as the custodians of these gifts, tasked with ensuring their continuation across generations. Edric¡¯s value to the Windwalker family extended far beyond his individual strength or potential as a Silver Knight. His importance lay in his ability to perpetuate the family¡¯s bloodline and perhaps, through sheer numbers, ensure the emergence of more prodigies in future generations. Lyria¡¯s contributions, while immense, were naturally constrained by her biological limitations. Even if she were to bear as many children as possible, the number would likely cap at 10 to 20 over her lifetime. In contrast, Edric¡¯s potential was virtually limitless¡ªhe could father hundreds, perhaps thousands, of children over the centuries, should he live to his full lifespan. Adding to Edric¡¯s significance was his rarity. He was the only male in the region with legendary talent. Neither the Windwalker, Darkwind, nor Stonefist families boasted another male of his caliber, making him an irreplaceable asset in the noble hierarchy. Although Marquis Alaric Windwalker would never openly express such utilitarian views, those "in the know" understood Edric¡¯s role within the family¡¯s broader strategy. In private, some might even liken Edric to a "breeding asset," a harsh but accurate summation of his perceived worth. This perspective was not unique to the Windwalker family. In their society, where power and bloodlines dictated status and survival, such pragmatic considerations were commonplace. Still, the idea of reducing someone to their reproductive potential was deeply frowned upon in polite conversation. That said, while this approach increases the chances of producing gifted offspring, the actual inheritance of legendary-level talent remains exceedingly rare. It is far from guaranteed that even the most talented parents will pass on their abilities. Indeed, entire noble bloodlines might span thousands of descendants without producing a single individual capable of reaching the golden rank, let alone the legendary. ... Alaric¡¯s understanding of Edric¡¯s value was one of the reasons he was fiercely protective of him. He knew that Edric¡¯s significance as a progenitor made him a target for enemies seeking to weaken the Windwalker family. This fear proved justified when it was revealed that assassins had been dispatched to eliminate Edric. For Alaric, this was not merely a personal affront but a direct threat to the family¡¯s future. The thought of losing Edric¡ªwhether to death or abduction¡ªwas intolerable. It was also the reason Alaric¡¯s concern for Edric seemed even greater than for Lyria. While both were indispensable, Edric¡¯s unique role placed him at the center of the family¡¯s ambitions and vulnerabilities. The revelation that assassins were targeting Edric ignited an inferno of fury within Marquis Alaric Windwalker. This was no mere challenge to his authority but a brazen assault on the very future of the Windwalker family. It crossed the most sacred of his boundaries. Enraged, the Marquis issued an uncompromising decree: the Windwalker nobles were to prepare for war. He also took immediate action to ensure Edric¡¯s safety, deploying Silver Knight protectors without delay. The assassination attempt had turned into a call to arms, a rallying point for the family''s survival and honor. ... Amid the tension, a servant entered the Marquis¡¯s study and announced with a bow, ¡°Master, Lord Edric and Lady Lyria have arrived at the castle.¡± At this news, a rare smile broke across the Marquis¡¯s face. Relief and joy mingled in his expression. Edric¡¯s arrival was a moment he had anticipated for years. Alaric had long desired for Edric to stay at the castle¡ªnot as a guest but as someone of unparalleled importance. Until now, this had been impossible; Lyria, protective of her son, had been reluctant to part with him. But the threat of assassination had shifted the balance. The castle, with its formidable defenses capable of thwarting even Silver Knights, was now the safest refuge for Edric. With a sense of urgency, the Marquis turned to his servants and commanded, ¡°Quickly, bring them here.¡± The servants bowed and began to leave, but one hesitated before speaking up, ¡°My lord, I¡¯ve already placed them in the guest rooms. They are resting.¡± The Marquis paused, considering the information. His initial impulse was to see Edric immediately, but he understood the need for rest after a long journey. After a moment¡¯s reflection, he nodded. ¡°If that¡¯s the case, disturbing them is unnecessary. Let them rest for now. Bring them to me tomorrow.¡± The servants bowed again, this time with no hesitation, and left the room quietly. Chapter 22 The Calm Before the Storm II The day passed swiftly, bringing with it an air of calm that belied the undercurrent of tension. Marquis Alaric Windwalker sat at the head of a grand table in his chamber, studying the seven individuals seated before him. At his right was Lyria, her youthful appearance masking the trials she had endured. Beside her sat Edric, a boy of extraordinary potential whose presence carried the weight of the family¡¯s future. The remaining five individuals were Silver Knights, the stalwart guardians who had ensured Edric¡¯s safe arrival. They sat with composed expressions, their eyes steady as they awaited the Marquis to address them. Etiquette dictated silence until he spoke, a custom deeply ingrained in noble circles. Alaric¡¯s lips curled into a welcoming smile as he began. ¡°Welcome, everyone. Your journey must have been arduous. Rest assured, you are safe here. This castle is impenetrable. No harm will come to you within these walls.¡± Although his words were for the entire gathering, his gaze lingered on Edric. The Silver Knights needed little reassurance¡ªthey were formidable enough to fend for themselves¡ªand Lyria, he knew, would soon return to her estate. Edric, however, was the center of his plans. Lyria returned the Marquis¡¯s smile, her tone warm as she spoke. ¡°Lord Marquis, you have always been like a father to me. From the very beginning, you¡¯ve supported me, and now you¡¯re extending that same care to my son. I can¡¯t express my gratitude enough. Would it be alright for Edric to stay here for a few months? At least until we resolve the situation with the Darkwind family?¡± Though phrased as a question, her request was little more than a formality. Everyone in the room, save for Edric, understood that the Marquis had been waiting for this moment. Lyria had resisted his offers before, but the circumstances had forced her to relent. Alaric¡¯s smile broadened. ¡°Of course, Lyria. There is no need to ask. Edric is always welcome here. I will do everything in my power to protect him. You and Edric are the Windwalker family¡¯s greatest hopes. I am confident that one day, both of you will reach the Golden rank and secure our family¡¯s dominance over this region.¡± The Silver Knights exchanged smiles of relief. With Edric in the Marquis¡¯s castle, their burdens would lighten, and they could return to their respective duties. ... Allowing Edric to stay in the Marquis¡¯ castle would undoubtedly give him more freedom, and with that freedom came the risk of losing the influence she had carefully cultivated over him. For Lyria, keeping Edric close and under her sway was paramount. She understood the value of controlling his actions and decisions, particularly because she was convinced that his potential was far greater than anyone else realized¡ªperhaps even above legendary. She couldn¡¯t allow anyone else to shape him. Yet, at this moment, she found herself with few alternatives. For now, she had no choice but to proceed cautiously, hoping to maintain control over Edric and steer him in the direction she needed. The attack on Edric had stoked her anger, violating a boundary she could not ignore. Lyria began formulating a plan. Military preparations were already underway, and she considered hiring assassins to target key members of the Darkwind family. Yet, finding suitable targets proved difficult; none of their members matched Edric¡¯s legendary potential. ... Marquis Alaric poured himself a glass of wine, gesturing for the others to join him. Glasses were raised, a silent toast to the future, before the gathering dispersed. Shortly after, a servant approached Edric and escorted him to his quarters. The room, as lavish as the rest of the castle, was a testament to the Marquis¡¯s dedication to his guest¡¯s comfort and safety. Four knights stood guard outside, their presence a silent promise of protection. The servant bowed respectfully. ¡°Master, this is your room. Please let us know if you need anything.¡± Edric offered a polite nod. ¡°Thank you for your hospitality.¡± Left alone, Edric stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The room¡¯s opulence was undeniable, but it did little to ease the weight he carried. He sank into a plush chair, closing his eyes as exhaustion seeped into his bones. These past few days had been taxing. For all his strength and talent as both a knight and a mage, the constant pretense of weakness had drained him. Suppressing his power, avoiding displays of skill, and living under the shadow of assassination attempts had taken their toll. For now, he allowed himself a moment of peace. ... After a brief rest, Edric opened his system panel. Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 6 months, and 19 days Task: Have a biological child -
  • Mirelle: 163 days left, Etc (Display All)
    • Reward: A random White-level skill
    • Deadline: 394 days
    • Non-completion Punishment: Death
Techniques:
  • Golden Knight Training: 257 / 275,000
  • Great Mage Training: 117 / 20,000
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  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
Cheat: Low Level - 1,000 XP per day Available XP: 26,271 Edric sat in his opulent quarters, muttering, "I definitely don''t have enough XP for the Golden Knight rank. It takes 275,000 XP, and at my current pace, it would take months to save that much." He frowned, deep in thought. "But should I focus on advancing my mage skills to Great Mage before attempting the Golden Knight breakthrough?" He mulled over the idea, weighing the benefits and costs. Advancing as a mage would delay his knightly progression by around 20 days. While that might seem minor, reaching the Golden Knight rank even slightly earlier could make a crucial difference in upcoming battles or emergencies. After careful deliberation, he chose to wait. Edric''s decision would hinge on the resources available in the castle. If he found valuable magic tomes, particularly those covering Great Mage-level spells, it might justify the delay. If he discovered Silver-level spells that aligned with his limited magical talent, the diversion could be worthwhile. Reaching Silver Mage would cost just 50,000 XP, and adding the Great Mage rank would require no more than 70,000 XP in total¡ªfar less than what was needed for the Golden Knight breakthrough. He pondered the possibilities. A single Silver-level spell could significantly enhance his power, even with his weaker magical potential. For example, a Silver-tier healing spell would outperform ordinary healing spells, possibly turning the tide in critical situations. A silver-level flight spell might even provide him an escape route from a Golden Knight. It could give him a tactical edge, allowing him to evade danger quickly. The mere thought of such capabilities was enticing. Edric was acutely aware of the constant threat of assassins. While he felt relatively safe within the castle, he knew better than to depend entirely on its defenses or the Marquis¡¯s knights. Personal Strength was the only reliable safeguard. He shuddered at the thought of facing a Golden-level assassin but doubted one would be sent after him. Even so, he resolved to prepare for the worst. ... Five days passed, and Edric began to explore the castle. The Marquis had granted him access to most areas, though leaving the castle remained strictly forbidden. Alaric made it clear: his safety could not be guaranteed outside the fortress¡¯s walls. Feigning weakness day after day was utterly draining. Only his mother knew he had ascended to the rank of knight, leaving him to play the part of a frail, unassuming boy. The charade was maddening, testing his patience at every turn. The secrecy was necessary. News of his achievements could easily leak, drawing unwanted attention. Breaking through to knight level at his age was a feat few could match, surpassing even his mother¡¯s legendary talent. This revelation could attract rivals or opportunistic noble families, eager to exploit or eliminate a potential threat. ...
Edric sat calmly in his chair, his gaze fixed on Marquis Alaric Windwalker. Looking at the imposing figure before him, he found it hard to reconcile the man¡¯s youthful vigor with his 200-plus years. Marquis Alaric Windwalker, with his red hair slicked back and piercing green eyes, exuded both authority and vitality. The Marquis smiled warmly at Edric, his tone carrying an unusual blend of gravity and fatherly affection. ¡°Edric, my son, may I ask something of you?¡± Edric, intrigued, straightened in his seat. ¡°Of course, my lord Marquis.¡± The Marquis¡¯s smile deepened, though his gaze turned serious. ¡°You possess legendary knight talent¡ªa gift that few are fortunate enough to have. Our family is incredibly lucky to count you among its members. But with such talent comes responsibility. It falls upon those with extraordinary gifts to ensure the family¡¯s future by leaving behind descendants.¡± Edric¡¯s stomach sank slightly, though his expression remained neutral. He already suspected where this conversation was heading. The Marquis continued, ¡°During your time here, I ask that you contribute to our lineage. I¡¯ve selected several exceptional women from across the territory. Each of them is highly accomplished and qualified to bear children of legendary potential. What do you think?¡± The Marquis¡¯s tone was resolute, but his eyes studied Edric closely, seeking a reaction. He doubted any young man of Edric¡¯s age could refuse such an offer in this era, though he recognized that Edric was no ordinary youth. After a few moments of consideration, Edric nodded. ¡°Of course, I would sacrifice myself for the family. However, I have one condition.¡± The Marquis leaned forward slightly, his curiosity piqued. ¡°Name it. Whatever it is, I will make it happen.¡± ¡°I want full access to the library, especially the books on magic,¡± Edric said firmly. ¡°I don¡¯t want anything withheld from me. If you can agree to this, I¡¯ll be extremely grateful.¡± The Marquis raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. From what he knew, Edric¡¯s magical aptitude was middling at best¡ªhardly worth the effort to cultivate alongside his knightly talents. ¡°Edric,¡± he began, his voice measured, ¡°you should focus on your knight training. Magecraft isn¡¯t your strength. It¡¯s not the best use of your time.¡± ¡°I understand, Marquis,¡± Edric replied respectfully, ¡°and I will prioritize my knight training. But I believe it¡¯s important to shore up any weaknesses. I don¡¯t want gaps in my knowledge or abilities. Please, my lord, grant me access. I have a deep love for books and learning.¡± The Marquis studied Edric for a long moment before nodding. ¡°Very well. I¡¯ll grant you access to the library. However, you must be cautious. Many of the books are irreplaceable treasures passed down through generations. Your mother, Lyria, only has copies of books up to the Great Rank. My collection includes original works on Silver Rank magic, which are much rarer. These volumes cannot be copied without magic stones, making them even more precious.¡± The Marquis¡¯s voice carried a clear warning. ¡°If you damage any of the books, it would be a significant loss to the family. Treat them with the utmost care.¡± Edric¡¯s heart leapt at the mention of Silver Rank magic books. If the collection included potent spells, he could make great strides as a mage. Even with his limited talent, mastering one or two Silver-level spells could dramatically shift the balance of power in his favor, especially when facing a Silver Knight or assassin. ¡°Thank you, Marquis,¡± Edric said, his voice calm despite his excitement. ¡°I will handle the books with the greatest care.¡± The Marquis nodded, seemingly satisfied. ¡°Good. But remember, Edric, the future of our family depends on you. Fulfill your duty here, and you¡¯ll have everything you desire.¡± Edric smiled politely, though inwardly, he was already compartmentalizing the request. Producing descendants was a trivial matter in his mind. The Marquis would see to their upbringing and ensure they lived comfortably, leaving Edric free to focus on his own goals. Yet, a part of him¡ªa modern part he¡¯d almost forgotten¡ªfelt uneasy. The idea of fathering children with women he barely knew clashed with his old-world sensibilities. But that part of him had grown faint, diluted by the harsh realities of his current life and the original Edric¡¯s worldview. Survival and strength took precedence over sentiment. Chapter 23 The Calm Before the Storm III Five days later ... Edric found himself grappling with the oddness of his situation. Being used as a "breeding device" was not something he had ever envisioned for himself. While most of the responsibility for this arrangement fell upon the women who were brought to him daily, Edric couldn¡¯t help but feel a lingering discomfort about the entire situation. Each day, servants would escort a woman of childbearing age into his chambers, and Edric would fulfill the peculiar duty he had agreed to as part of his arrangement with Marquis Weinwacker. The act itself was brief, often lasting no more than an hour, sometimes even less. Yet, no matter how efficiently he completed this obligation, the implications weighed on him. His role in this transaction felt mechanical, devoid of any personal connection. Once the task was done, his day resumed its monotonous rhythm. His modern self would have been utterly disgusted by the situation he found himself in. The notion of fathering children with women he didn¡¯t know, treating something as intimate as procreation as a mere obligation, would have repelled him. However, since merging with this world¡¯s Edric, something fundamental within him had changed. His personality, once deeply rooted in modern sensibilities, had shifted to the point where many of his former values seemed muted, almost numb.
The transformation went beyond mere adaptation. Edric noticed with unsettling clarity that his enjoyment of violence, his growing ruthlessness, and his lack of compassion were not merely products of his environment¡ªthey felt embedded within him, part of his very being. These traits disturbed him on some level, a lingering trace of his old self whispering that something was seriously wrong. Perhaps, during the fusion of the two souls, parts of his psyche or essence had been corrupted or altered. This thought occasionally gnawed at him, but only faintly. It was a concern tucked into the recesses of his mind, far from the forefront of his priorities. He told himself that he would investigate the issue someday, but only when the opportunity presented itself. Perhaps once he broke through to the Ultra or Super Ranks¡ªwhen his understanding of souls and consciousness would undoubtedly deepen¡ªhe would be able to examine his own soul and uncover the truth of what had happened to him. Even then, he wasn¡¯t certain he would fix the problem, even if he could. His newfound ruthlessness, his ability to detach from emotional bonds and act with cold pragmatism, had undeniable advantages. In this brutal world, where sentimentality could be a fatal weakness, such traits served him well. He wasn¡¯t entirely sure he wanted to give them up. For now, Edric made the choice to simply ignore the unsettling realities of his situation. The thought of fathering countless children with women he barely knew, while objectively disturbing, was easier to set aside when weighed against the rewards he was receiving. And those rewards were immense. The access to the library alone made it all worth it. Its treasures of knowledge were a prize beyond measure, a resource that few could dream of. Every book he pored over, every spell he analyzed, brought him closer to achieving his goals. This singular focus¡ªthe pursuit of power and understanding¡ªovershadowed any discomfort he might have felt about the means by which he secured it. Most of his waking hours were spent in the library, a place that had quickly become his sanctuary. Unlike the lifeless routine of his assigned duty, the library offered Edric an escape¡ªa treasure trove of knowledge that fueled his curiosity and gave him a sense of purpose. Over the course of these five days, Edric delved deep into the vast collection of books available to him. What he discovered left him astonished. The library housed a wealth of Silver Rank mage books, the kind of resources he could only have dreamed of before. To his amazement, there was even a Golden Rank mage book within the collection. Although it wasn¡¯t a spellbook, its contents were invaluable. It contained profound knowledge that was especially advantageous to someone like Edric, who had never had access to such reliable Silver Rank or higher materials until now. Among the dozens of Silver Rank spellbooks, Edric found more than 200 spells, each offering new possibilities. Sifting through them, he carefully selected those that aligned with his current abilities and limitations. With such an abundance of magical knowledge at his fingertips, Edric made a pivotal decision: he would focus on breaking through to the rank of Silver Mage before advancing to Golden Knight. The choice wasn¡¯t made lightly. This path would require over 70,000 XP to achieve and would delay his Golden Knight breakthrough by approximately 70 days. Yet, as far as Edric was concerned, the benefits outweighed the drawbacks. He believed the knowledge and spells he could acquire during this period would be far more valuable to his growth and survivability in the long run. Two particular spells stood out among the many he encountered. The first was "Absolute Regeneration," a Silver Rank healing spell of remarkable potency. This spell had the power to completely heal any injuries caused by Silver Rank or lower attacks. The mana cost varied depending on the severity of the wounds, but with this spell, Edric could recover from even the gravest injuries, including poison and burns, as long as his mana reserves could sustain it. The implications of such a spell were staggering¡ªit would significantly enhance his survivability, granting him a safety net that could be the difference between life and death. The second spell, "Eagle Wings," was equally captivating. It was a flight spell that conjured large, majestic wings on the caster¡¯s back, allowing them to fly with the speed and agility of an eagle. While its speed wasn¡¯t as impressive as some other Silver Rank flight spells, its low mana consumption made it an ideal choice for a mage like Edric, whose talent and reserves were still limited. With this spell, he could cover vast distances, escape precarious situations, and significantly improve his mobility¡ªan invaluable asset for both combat and travel. The more Edric studied these spells, the more he became convinced of their potential to transform his capabilities. While the decision to delay his advancement to Golden Knight wasn¡¯t an easy one, he knew it was the right choice. These spells alone could redefine how he approached challenges and dangers in the future. Of course, mastering such advanced magic was no small feat. Both "Absolute Regeneration" and "Eagle Wings" were extraordinarily complex, with intricate spell formations that demanded precision and understanding. For someone of Edric¡¯s modest magical talent, it would likely take months of diligent practice to cast either spell skillfully. Yet, he wasn¡¯t deterred. With determination burning in his chest, he resolved to dedicate himself fully to this endeavor, knowing that the rewards would be worth the effort.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. While other spells in the library piqued his curiosity¡ªsuch as the powerful attack spell "Void Slash"¡ªEdric was pragmatic in his choices. Spells like "Void Slash" demanded extraordinary talent or years of practice to wield effectively. For now, Edric recognized that he couldn¡¯t afford to spread himself thin trying to master every intriguing spell. Instead, he would focus on spells that offered immediate, tangible benefits, ones that complemented his abilities and played to his strengths. For Edric, this wasn¡¯t just about gaining power; it was about survival. His limited talent in magic meant that he had to approach his studies strategically, prioritizing spells that were practical and achievable within a reasonable timeframe. Spells like "Eagle Wings" and "Absolute Regeneration" were perfectly suited to his needs. They didn¡¯t require split-second execution or rapid combat reactions¡ªqualities he lacked¡ªbut instead allowed for deliberate casting, aligning well with his current limitations. "Void Slash" was a potent spell. This attack spell was a devastatingly powerful Silver Rank technique, capable of easily slicing through enemies and magical defenses. It was the kind of spell that could instantly turn the tide of battle. Yet, as much as wielding such power appealed to him, Edric knew it wasn¡¯t feasible¡ªnot for someone in his current situation. Edric dismissed any spell that demanded fast reflexes, precise execution, or immediate application in the chaos of battle. Attack spells like "Void Slash" or intricate mid-combat techniques weren¡¯t viable options for someone like him. His talent, or lack thereof, meant he couldn¡¯t rely on split-second casting or rapid-fire spell usage. Instead, he concentrated on spells like "Eagle Wings" and "Absolute Regeneration" that allowed for deliberate casting and aligned with his current abilities. ... As the days stretched on, Edric¡¯s life settled into a monotonous routine. He spent hours each day buried in the library, pouring over spellbooks and absorbing the wealth of magical knowledge it contained. He immersed himself in study, meticulously analyzing the spells he intended to master and practicing them whenever he could. In the evenings, his focus shifted to fulfilling the arrangement he had made with Marquis Windwalker. Each night, a woman would be brought to him¡ªa carefully selected candidate for the purpose of bearing heirs. Edric would perform his duty as agreed, though the task itself felt mechanical and detached. It rarely took more than an hour, after which he would return to the sanctuary of his books. Despite the monotony, he couldn¡¯t deny that he was making progress. His magical studies were advancing, albeit slowly. Each day brought a small but tangible improvement, a step closer to mastering his chosen spells. ... More than a month passed, and the air in Marquis Windwalker¡¯s territory grew heavy with the anticipation of war. Following the Marquis'' orders, the nobles of the Windwalker family began their preparations in earnest. They summoned their vassals, drilled their troops, and dispatched the allocated numbers to reinforce the Marquis¡¯ forces. At the heart of these efforts, the Marquis himself had amassed a formidable army of over 35,000 soldiers from his personal levies. Yet, even as his forces swelled, the Marquis knew better than to commit his entire military strength. A full-scale assault against the Darkwind family would leave his own territory vulnerable to counterattacks or opportunistic enemies. His objective was not to annihilate the Darkwind family outright¡ªa feat far beyond the capabilities of the current Windwalker family¡ªbut rather to secure a decisive, symbolic victory. The plan was simple but calculated: conquer several strategic border cities, claim the territory as a show of dominance, and send a clear warning to the Darkwind family and their allies. However, territorial gains were not the only message the Marquis intended to send. For true vengeance, he and Lyria had devised a separate, far more personal tactic. Behind closed doors, the Marquis and Lyria had contracted the Stonebreaker Assassin Group, an infamous organization known for their brutal efficiency. They were tasked with eliminating key figures within the Darkwind family¡ªindividuals whose deaths would deal a psychological and strategic blow. To secure the assassins¡¯ services, Marquis Windwalker had poured millions of silver coins into the endeavor, a cost he deemed necessary to outmatch the actions of his rivals. The Darkwind family had struck first, sending six silver-level assassins after Edric¡ªa move that demanded an even more severe response. To underscore his superiority, the Marquis hired ten silver-level assassins from the Stonebreaker group. The targets were carefully chosen: ten exceptionally talented members of the Darkvine family, most of them rising stars with silver-level knight talents. Among the list of potential targets, there was one glaring omission: a golden-level talent housed within the Darkwind family¡¯s main castle. This individual was well-protected, their fortress a bastion of defenses that would require extraordinary effort and resources to breach. The Marquis, ever pragmatic, decided against the attempt. Spending excessive resources on a single, highly difficult target would weaken his broader strategy. Instead, he focused on the more attainable goal of eliminating multiple lesser talents. By focusing on these ten individuals, the Marquis could inflict maximum damage with minimal risk. The deaths of these prodigies and elites would send shockwaves through the Darkwind family, igniting fear and anger. It wasn¡¯t about the difficulty of the kills¡ªit was about the statement their deaths would make. To the Marquis, this was the real objective: to show strength, to demonstrate that any strike against the Windwalkers would be met with overwhelming retaliation. ... As the nobles of the Windwalker family fulfilled their obligations, soldiers poured into the castle grounds. Within weeks, the Marquis had assembled a massive army numbering around 70,000 troops. Among them were 25,000 elite soldiers, 150 knights, 25 great knights, and 2 silver knights, individuals whose skill and experience elevated them far above the common rank-and-file. However, the majority of the forces were hastily trained conscripts, destined to serve as cannon fodder. The Marquis appointed one of his silver knights as the army¡¯s commander. Their orders were clear: secure the border cities that marked the edges of Darkwind territory. This tactical move was designed to avoid overextending into enemy lands and provoking an overwhelming counterattack. Marching on the Darkwind family¡¯s capital was not an option. The Marquis knew that such an aggressive move would only serve to unite the rival family¡¯s factions¡ªboth their rebellious and loyalist elements¡ªagainst him. A united Darkwind family would be a far greater threat than the fractured opposition he faced. By keeping his ambitions restrained and strategic, he ensured that his campaign would weaken his enemies without inadvertently strengthening them. As the troops prepared to move out, the atmosphere within the castle was tense yet resolute. The nobles, knights, and soldiers alike understood the stakes. This war wasn¡¯t just about land or power¡ªit was a calculated gambit to secure the Windwalker family¡¯s dominance and send an unshakable message to their rivals: any challenge to their authority would be met with swift and merciless retribution. Chapter 24 The Legitimacy War I How Many Soldiers Does It Take to Conquer a Land? This is a crucial question that has been pondered by military strategists and rulers alike. The answer is far from simple, as it hinges on many factors, each contributing to the intricate tapestry of warfare. To begin with, conquering a settlement is no straightforward task. The first and perhaps most formidable obstacle is breaching its defenses. Consider the border castles standing as silent sentinels between the Darkwind and Windwalker families. These fortresses are masterfully constructed, their thick walls and strategic placements rendering them daunting challenges to any would-be invaders. To overcome such fortifications, an army typically has two viable strategies. The first option is to assemble a large contingent of silver knights¡ªwhose combat prowess are natural enemies of ordinary castles. The second approach involves deploying an arsenal of siege weaponry, from catapults capable of hurling massive projectiles to ladders designed for scaling walls under fire. Each method has its merits, but neither is without significant demands. Siege equipment requires time and resources to transport and set up, while silver knights must be judiciously deployed, their strength reserved for decisive moments in battle. Each tactic demands meticulous planning, substantial resources, and, above all, an acute understanding of the fortifications being targeted. After all, the strength of a castle''s walls often determines the difficulty of an invasion. When the Windwalker family set their sights on their rivals¡¯ territory, they mobilized an army of 70,000 soldiers led by two silver knights. On the surface, this may seem like a considerable force, but in the realm of warfare, numbers alone rarely guarantee victory. Silver knights, though incredibly powerful, are not without limitations. Their greatest strength lies in their internal energy, a resource as potent as finite. To expend this energy on breaching walls or smashing gates would be a grave misstep¡ªone that could leave them vulnerable when facing the enemy¡¯s own silver knights. This brings us to a critical truth of warfare: the presence¡ªor absence¡ªof silver knights can determine the outcome of an entire campaign. Ordinary soldiers, no matter how numerous or well-trained, are virtually powerless against these warriors. In a clash where one side fields silver knights and the other does not, the result is almost a foregone conclusion: utter devastation for the silver knight-less force. In fact, the true strength of an army lies not in its size, but in the quality and caliber of its elite fighters. Great knights, and especially silver knights, serve as the backbone of any military campaign. They wield the power to turn the tide of battle, rendering the contributions of ordinary troops secondary by comparison. Of course, there is one factor that could dramatically alter the balance of power: mages. The presence of even a single mage within an army would elevate its capabilities to an entirely new level, introducing devastating magic that could obliterate fortifications or annihilate opposing forces. However, on Silver Flower Island, mages are little more than a distant memory. No faction commands the services of these mythical spellcasters, rendering their potential influence irrelevant in the current conflict. The Windwalker''s invading army was tasked with securing and maintaining control over the settlements, cities, and castles targeted in the campaign. Capturing a castle is the first step; holding it is the true challenge. An undefended stronghold, left vulnerable in the chaos of war, would undoubtedly be reclaimed by the enemy in short order. The Windwalker family sought not to destroy the castles but to preserve them. Their ambition was territorial expansion, not annihilation. Burning the enemy¡¯s fortifications to the ground would undermine their long-term goals, depriving them of valuable assets essential for governing their newly acquired lands. By maintaining these structures intact, they could establish a foothold, consolidating their gains and solidifying their control over the region. This campaign was a foregone conclusion, a fact dictated by a single, decisive advantage: the absence of silver knights among the enemy¡¯s forces. With two silver knights at the helm of their army, the Windwalker family held an insurmountable edge. The defending castles and settlements, though fortified and well-guarded by ordinary soldiers, lacked the one thing that could pose a genuine challenge¡ªsilver knights of their own. The power disparity was simply too great. Even a single silver knight is capable of shattering the defenses of an ordinary castle with relative ease, rendering its garrisons powerless to resist. When two such warriors lead an invasion, the outcome is practically carved in stone. The disparity between ranks in this world cannot be overstated. Lower-level soldiers, while essential for holding territories and enforcing control over conquered populations, are not the true foundation of a nation¡¯s strength. Their role is supportive at best, a mere backdrop to the actions of the elite. The true backbone of a nation¡¯s power lies in its high-ranking knights, particularly those of legendary caliber. This truth is why the Bloodstone family has remained the dominant ruling power of the land for generations. Their supremacy is not built on the size of their armies or the abundance of great knights in their ranks. Instead, it hinges on their possession of a legendary knight¡ªa warrior of unparalleled might. In this world, legendary knights are nothing short of demigods on the battlefield. They can obliterate entire armies single-handedly, rendering conventional forces irrelevant in their presence. Indeed, the emergence of a legendary knight from any family, no matter how humble, would instantly elevate their status to rival that of the king. Such a figure represents an existential threat to the current balance of power, a walking cataclysm capable of rewriting the political and military landscape with their mere existence. It is this unique strength that ensures the Bloodstone family¡¯s unassailable position atop the hierarchy of power. As for the Windwalker family, their decision to send only 70,000 troops and two silver knights made it clear that they were not fully committed to conquering the Darkwind family outright. Had they been serious about such an undertaking, they would have realized that two silver knights alone would not suffice against the entrenched defenses of the Darkwind family¡¯s internal territories. A larger force of elite warriors and many more silver knights, supported by extensive resources and strategic planning, would have been required for a campaign of actual conquest. Instead, this invasion was more a performance than a genuine military effort. It was a calculated display of power, a symbolic response to an affront that could not go unanswered. The Darkwind family had dared to target Edric, the most promising member of the Windwalkers, an act of provocation that demanded retribution. ... As the battle drums echoed across the land, Valdrin, the heir and strategist of the Darkwind family, sat in his chamber with a letter in hand. He opened it with deliberate care, his eyes scanning the elegant script. It took only the first two lines for his lips to curl into a triumphant smile.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. ¡°It seems my plan has worked,¡± he mused, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. Though his expression was calm, his mind was alight with calculation and triumph. The letter confirmed what Valdrin had anticipated. The Windwalker family had mobilized their forces in response to his provocation. His gambit had succeeded. While it was true that Edric, the prized talent of the Windwalkers, had survived the attack, Valdrin was not overly troubled. Eliminating Edric would have been a desirable outcome, of course¡ªone less threat to contend with in the future. But Edric¡¯s survival did little to diminish the success of the larger plan. Provoking the Windwalkers into action had always been Valdrin¡¯s primary goal. Their retaliation, predictable and rushed, now played directly into his hands. Though formidable on the surface, the Windwalkers'' invasion was little more than a prelude to the larger conflict Valdrin envisioned. The future of the Darkwind family¡ªand Valdrin¡¯s rise to power¡ªdepended on his ability to navigate this dangerous game of strategy. For him, the war was not fought with swords and soldiers alone. Victory lay in outwitting his enemies, one calculated move at a time. His father¡¯s condition worsened with each passing day, a steady decline that left little room for hope. The once-vigorous leader of the Darkwind family now spent his days in a haze, his body ravaged by illness and his mind dulled by potent drugs. The mage they had so desperately sought¡ªthe one who had promised healing and demanded exorbitant payment¡ªhad yet to arrive. Months had passed, and their pleas for aid had gone unanswered, the mage¡¯s excuses growing thinner with every delay. In the absence of the mage¡¯s intervention, the family¡¯s doctors were helpless. Their treatments did little more than prolong his father¡¯s suffering, masking the pain with ever-increasing doses of narcotics. These drugs left him in a stupor, unable to think clearly or govern as the head of the family. The vibrant, commanding presence that had once defined the patriarch of the Darkwind family was now reduced to a shadow of itself, and the burdens of leadership had shifted to new shoulders. Effectively, the reins of power now rested with Valdrin. As the eldest son and natural heir to the family¡¯s authority, he found himself thrust into the role of de facto leader. Yet this position was anything but secure. His father¡¯s name and title still carried the weight of legitimacy, and Valdrin¡¯s own claim to power remained tenuous. But now, the tides of fortune could shift, all thanks to the Windwalker family''s intervention. As the eldest and most senior son of the family head, Valdrin now had the perfect justification to declare a general mobilization. Defending against an external threat gave him the authority to sideline his political rivals, rally the family¡¯s forces, and unify the nobles under a single banner. No one could oppose him without appearing disloyal to the family¡¯s cause. Wasting no time, he returned to his private quarters. The room was sparsely furnished, its walls lined with books and maps detailing the family¡¯s territories and neighboring regions. At a small desk, he grabbed a pen and parchment. The letter he began to write was brief but meticulously crafted. Every word was chosen with care, its tone authoritative and urgent. The message, addressed to the leaders of the rebel faction, called for immediate action under the pretext of defending the family¡¯s honor and survival. Once finished, Valdrin folded the parchment and carried it to his father¡¯s chambers. The sight that greeted him was painfully familiar. His father lay on the grand bed, surrounded by the trappings of power that no longer held any meaning for him. Ornate curtains hung limply around the bedposts, and the room was filled with the faint scent of medicinal herbs. The man who had once commanded armies and governed vast lands was now a pale, frail figure, his eyes closed in restless sleep. Valdrin stood silently for a moment, observing the man who had shaped so much of his life. Despite their differences, despite the lingering resentment Valdrin felt for the way his father had ruled, he couldn¡¯t deny a pang of sorrow. This wasn¡¯t how a leader¡¯s story was supposed to end. But sentiment had no place in his plans. He stepped forward, his movements deliberate, and reached for the ring on his father¡¯s hand. The signet bore the official crest of the Darkwind family, a symbol of power and legitimacy that few could question. Carefully, he pressed the ring into the wax, sealing the letter with the mark that would ensure its authority. Satisfied, Valdrin summoned a trusted messenger. ¡°Take this to the headquarters of the rebel faction,¡± he ordered, his voice firm. ¡°See that it reaches them without delay.¡± The messenger nodded and departed swiftly, leaving Valdrin alone in the dimly lit chamber. He turned back to his father, who remained oblivious to the world around him. ¡°This is what it takes,¡± Valdrin murmured under his breath, his tone a mixture of resignation and resolve. As he left the room, his thoughts were already moving ahead, calculating his next steps in the dangerous game of power and survival. The die had been cast, and Valdrin would stop at nothing to ensure it fell in his favor. The rebel group had already taken bold strides in their defiance, going so far as to declare their own capital. They had audaciously named it the "legitimate capital," a title that was both a challenge to the existing order and a declaration of their intent. Yet for all their posturing and territorial claims, they had refrained from making the ultimate move: an assault on the real capital city, the city his father and he were living in. The reason for their restraint was clear. As long as Valdrin¡¯s father, the rightful leader of the Darkwind family, still drew breath, their claims of legitimacy were tenuous at best. His father¡¯s continued existence served as a symbolic anchor for the family¡¯s authority, a living testament to the established order that the rebels could not easily overturn. But Valdrin was under no illusions. He knew the fragile peace could shatter at any moment. The truth was stark and inescapable: the moment his father succumbed to his illness, the rebels would act. They would waste no time launching an assault on the city, aiming to capture it and, with it, solidify their claim to legitimacy. If they succeeded, their position would be unassailable¡ªand Valdrin¡¯s would crumble into irrelevance. In this precarious dance of power, legitimacy was not just a word but the keystone of the entire struggle. Without recognition from the Bloodstone Kingdom, the rebels remained vulnerable. The Kingdom could brand them as traitors and dispatch an army to crush their uprising. This looming threat was the only thing preventing the rebels from taking more drastic measures, such as assassinating Valdrin¡¯s father outright. However, the game would change the moment his father died. In the absence of a living family head, the Darkwind family would officially be considered leaderless. This would trigger a requirement for the king¡¯s approval to appoint a new leader. Ordinarily, this was a mere formality, a ceremonial acknowledgment of succession. However, in contested situations such as this, the king¡¯s involvement became a political tool. Valdrin understood the implications all too well. The king would delay granting approval and wait for the conflict to resolve itself, withholding the succession letter until the dust settled. Whichever faction emerged victorious would ultimately receive the king¡¯s endorsement¡ªand, with it, control of the family. This delicate equilibrium meant that as long as his father remained alive, Valdrin had a measure of security. The rebels, constrained by the need to maintain a facade of legitimacy, could not afford to openly depose or assassinate the family head. This bought Valdrin precious time, a commodity he could not afford to waste. If his father passed away before the rebellion was crushed, Valdrin¡¯s position would become perilous. The family would fall into open conflict, and the king¡¯s approval would hinge on the outcome of the ensuing battle. In such a scenario, the rebels¡¯ momentum and growing support could tip the scales against him. For him, this grim reality shaped every decision he made. The clock was ticking. If he could eliminate the rebel faction before his father¡¯s death, he could secure his position as the undisputed leader of the Darkwind family. With his legitimacy affirmed, the king¡¯s approval would be a mere formality, and the family¡¯s stability could be restored. But achieving this goal was no simple matter. The rebels had entrenched themselves deeply, gathering support from disaffected nobles and capitalizing on the uncertainty that plagued the family¡¯s leadership. Their bold declaration of a "legitimate capital" had drawn attention and sympathy from opportunists who sought to align themselves with the rising faction. ¡°This is a race against time,¡± Valdrin murmured, his voice low and resolute. ¡°Every day that my father lives is a day to prepare, to strengthen my position, to strike at the rebels before they can strike at me.¡± Chapter 25 The Legitimacy War II The kingdom''s nobility is organized into two distinct tiers, each reflecting the hierarchy and distribution of power within its feudal society. The first tier comprises the principal nobles, represented by two prestigious ranks: Dukes and Marquises. These titles are exclusively conferred by the king himself, a privilege that underscores their significance. Holders of these ranks command extensive territories and enjoy a semi-independent status. While they are obligated to obey the king¡¯s directives, royal interference in their domains is exceedingly rare, affording them a substantial degree of autonomy. Considering the structure of principal nobles within the kingdom, a critical question arises: how can the king, as the absolute ruler whose words are the first and last on all matters, reconcile his unfettered power with the autonomy granted to nobles? The answer lies in a combination of tradition and restraint. Although, by law, principal nobles serve at the pleasure of the king and can theoretically be dismissed at any time, the king has never exercised this authority. This restraint has fostered an expectation of independence among the principal nobility, even though, legally speaking, they remain under the king¡¯s direct jurisdiction. In practice, the king¡¯s authority over major nobles is largely dormant. He intervenes only in specific and rare circumstances. One of these is when there is a contested leadership within a noble family. In such cases, the king typically withholds his recognition of any claimant until a clear winner emerges from the conflict. This hands-off approach maintains the appearance of impartiality while allowing internal disputes to resolve themselves naturally. Only after a decisive victor has been established does the king formally acknowledge their authority. Another scenario in which the king exerts his power is when a principal noble commits an egregious offense, such as openly rebelling against the crown or flagrantly violating the kingdom¡¯s laws. Even in such extreme cases, the king doesn''t directly remove a noble from their position. Instead, his response is far more definitive: he sentences the offending noble to death. Execution serves as the ultimate punishment and sends a clear message to the rest of the nobility. Once the guilty noble has been eliminated, the succession proceeds automatically according to the established laws of inheritance without requiring further involvement from the king. This delicate balance of power ensures that the king¡¯s authority remains unchallenged while allowing the principal nobles a degree of de facto autonomy. By abstaining from overt interference and relying on tradition and law to manage noble succession and punish misconduct, the king reinforces his supreme position without undermining the stability of the noble hierarchy. It is this nuanced approach that sustains the kingdom¡¯s feudal order, where the autonomy of principal nobles coexists with the king¡¯s ultimate authority. Should he choose to do so, no legal or practical constraints prevent the king from exercising absolute power. As a legendary knight, the king exists above any law or opposition, unchallenged in his supremacy. The absence of legendary knights among the nobility further cements this dynamic, leaving them incapable of resisting his will. Unlike other realms where a delicate power struggle exists between the crown and the aristocracy, no such contest unfolds here. The king reigns unopposed, his supremacy unassailable, and the institutions purportedly limiting his power remain mere instruments of his discretion. The second tier of nobility is composed of the minor nobles, who hold titles such as Count, Baron, and Knight. Although their influence and authority pale in comparison to those of the principal nobles, they play an essential role in preserving the kingdom''s feudal structure. The creation of these titles is not solely within the king''s purview; principal nobles, like Dukes and Marquises, also possess the authority to subdivide their territories and establish minor nobles under their jurisdiction. However, there is a critical distinction: titles granted by major nobles lack formal recognition by the kingdom. Only those ennobled by the king enjoy the full legitimacy and security afforded by the crown¡¯s endorsement. The primary difference lies in the stability of their positions. Minor nobles appointed by principal nobles occupy a precarious status; their lands and titles can be revoked at any time by the authority that granted them. In contrast, titles bestowed directly by the king are far more secure, backed by the unassailable power of the crown. Furthermore, because the king has never exercised his authority to revoke titles, even the minor nobles who are appointed by the crown are considered nearly as stable as the principal nobles despite their vastly reduced influence. This stability stems from the king''s consistent practice of upholding the titles he grants. In this way, minor nobles appointed directly by the king enjoy a level of security that principal nobles would typically reserve for themselves. They may not wield the same power or have the ability to subdivide their lands and create additional titles of nobility, but their positions are nonetheless fortified by the king''s unwavering recognition. Although these minor nobles do not have the extensive reach or control of the principal nobles, their titles hold a certain legitimacy that elevates them above those who hold titles granted by other principal nobles. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. This intricate hierarchy was vividly demonstrated in the actions of Valdrin, who, after his father¡¯s incapacity to rule, effectively seized control of the Darkwind family¡¯s capital and dismantled the territories of its minor nobles. Technically, these individuals no longer held noble titles, as their authority had been granted by Valdrin¡¯s father, a Marquis, who held the legal right to revoke them. With his father¡¯s seal, Valdrin formally disbanded their holdings. However, since the kingdom did not officially recognize titles granted by other principal nobles, these actions were regarded as internal family matters, unworthy of royal intervention. The kingdom viewed the dissolution of these minor noble holdings as a private dispute, and thus, the crown remained distant, offering no support or opposition. His efforts to dissolve these territories and consolidate power were met with skepticism and resistance. The nobles whose titles were disbanded dismissed his actions as illegitimate, accusing him of unlawfully seizing his father¡¯s seal and using it to dismantle their lands without proper authority. They argued that his actions lacked the necessary legal foundation and that Valdrin had overstepped his bounds, manipulating the family¡¯s internal matters for his own gain. The matter could not be settled through diplomacy or legal channels. Valdrin understood that his position would only be solidified through military force. He must demonstrate his strength on the battlefield to secure his rule and gain acknowledgment. He could only transform his tenuous authority into an unshakable reality by decisively wielding power, silencing dissent and asserting his legitimacy. Valdrin set to work, meticulously drafting letter after letter. These missives were not intended for internal circulation within the Darkwind family; instead, they were meant for neighboring noble houses, such as the Stonefist family. In his letter to the Stonefists, he voiced his deep concern over what he described as blatant aggression by the Windwalker family. He accused them of exploiting the current instability to seize territory that rightfully belonged to the Darkwind family. Valdrin offered assurances of future compensation and urgently requested reinforcements to counter the Windwalker incursion. Until recently, Valdrin had avoided involving external forces in what had been an internal family conflict. It was, after all, a private matter, and calling for outside help would have been seen as a breach of propriety. However, the Windwalker family¡¯s attack gave him the perfect pretext to seek aid. With their aggression as justification, he could now appeal to other nobles for assistance under the guise of defending the Darkwind family¡¯s honor and lands. Valdrin''s ambitions extended far beyond merely repelling the Windwalkers. He intended to use any reinforcements that arrived not only to confront the invading forces but also to crush his brother¡¯s growing influence within the family. As Valdrin considered his next steps, he realized that he couldn¡¯t limit his pleas for help to just his immediate neighbors. The Darkwind family¡¯s lands, situated in a relatively isolated region with few neighboring houses, left him with limited options. Determined to broaden his appeal, he resolved to send letters to noble families across the kingdom, regardless of their distance. While he knew the odds were slim, he even decided to send a letter to the king. Valdrin doubted the king would intervene in what might appear to be a localized dispute, but desperation spurred him on. There¡¯s nothing to lose by trying, he reasoned. Once the letters were dispatched, Valdrin turned his attention to the immediate crisis posed by the Windwalker family¡¯s invasion. A strategy began to form in his mind, one that many might have considered reckless, if not outright treacherous. "I won¡¯t send anyone to defend those territories," he decided. "The more land the Windwalkers take, the better." Valdrin understood that allowing the Windwalkers to advance unchecked could work to his advantage. The graver the situation appeared, the stronger his appeal for external assistance would become. A desperate scenario might also undermine his brother¡¯s position, especially if his brother was covertly benefiting from Windwalker support. For Valdrin, the escalating crisis was an opportunity in disguise. With this strategy in mind, Valdrin penned a series of directives to the regional generals stationed along the Windwalker border. His orders were precise and calculated: under the cover of secrecy, abandon all fortresses and retreat, consolidating the remaining troops at the capital while leaving the border undefended. This deliberate withdrawal would allow the Windwalkers to make swift, unchallenged gains, creating the appearance of catastrophic losses for the Darkwind family. Upon further reflection, Valdrin refined his plan. To maintain the illusion of resistance, he decided not to leave all the castles completely empty. Instead, he ordered that the oldest and weakest soldiers be stationed in the fortresses to give the impression of a defensive effort. After all, he did not want the retreat to appear too obvious. It had to seem as though the Windwalker family was actively conquering the castles, not as though Darkwind was voluntarily surrendering them. The more convincing the appearance of conflict, the more advantageous it would be for Valdrin. In addition, Valdrin instructed his trusted men to carry out a more sinister act. Disguised as soldiers of the Windwalker family, they were to kill as many citizens in the border cities as possible, making it look like the Windwalkers were committing atrocities in their supposed thirst for revenge against the Darkwinds. The brutality of this act would fuel the narrative of a bitter and violent feud between the two families, a rivalry steeped in deep grudges. The more horrific the scenes of Windwalkers slaughtering Darkwind civilians appeared, the better it would serve Valdrin¡¯s cause. Such actions would stir outrage, not only among the common folk but also among other noble houses, further alienating the Windwalkers and escalating the perceived enmity between the families. For Valdrin, it was all about manipulating public perception¡ªturning the conflict into a spectacle that would garner sympathy and support for his side. Valdrin had no reservations about sacrificing innocent people if it served his larger goals. For him, it was a small price to pay for the ultimate prize¡ªsecuring his succession and ascending to the rank of Marquis. His guiding principle was clear: the end justified the means. Chapter 26 The Legitimacy War III Stephen Windwalker, a man clad in silver armor and nearly two centuries old, gazed intently at the imposing castle before him. He was the commander of the Windwalker family¡¯s forces for this campaign, and they had arrived at the castle just two days ago. However, something about the situation left him feeling uneasy. Despite the meticulous planning that had gone into the operation, there was an inexplicable sense that something was not right. The Darkwind family had not fortified the castle as Stephen had expected. In fact, they had done the opposite, reducing security and sending many of their troops away to an unknown location. This strange shift in behavior unsettled him deeply, almost as if the Darkwind family had abandoned the castle entirely, offering it up on a silver platter. The lack of resistance seemed too convenient, and Stephen¡¯s instincts told him that it was more than just an odd tactic¡ªit felt like a trap. At present, the castle was in no condition to withstand even a single wave of attack. Stephen knew that had he given the order to assault the castle yesterday, it would have fallen without much effort. Yet, something held him back. There was an invisible thread pulling at him, urging him to wait and reassess. Though his soldiers were ready and eager to advance, Stephen¡¯s senses warned him that there was more to this situation than met the eye. His orders were clear, but his gut told him to hold off¡ªfor now. The army had been split into two distinct groups. One, led by Stephen himself, remained outside the castle, while the other, commanded by Charlie, another silver knight of the Windwalker family, was engaged on a separate front. Just the day before, word had come that Charlie had already conquered two castles along the border with minimal resistance¡ªa feat that, under normal circumstances, would have been unimaginable. Yet, the absence of resistance was striking. It seemed almost as if the Darkwind family¡¯s forces were surrendering their positions willingly, handing over the castles without a fight. If the enemy was essentially aiding their conquest, it suggested that capturing the castle might not be in their best interest after all. His suspicions deepened. Something wasn¡¯t adding up. Nevertheless, the command of the Marquis was clear, and Stephen knew that when the orders of his superiors conflicted with his instincts, he had no choice but to follow the Marquis¡¯s directive. Despite his growing unease, the Marquis had affirmed the orders the previous day, and Stephen could not disregard them. As much as he trusted his own judgment, the will of the Marquis was a force he could not defy, especially when it came to such critical matters of military strategy. With a heavy heart, Stephen turned to the knights under his command and issued the next set of orders. "Attack using ladders, but do not deploy catapults. I do not want the castle to be destroyed," he instructed firmly. The enemy¡¯s forces were now so few in number that heavy artillery was no longer necessary. Deploying catapults would only cause unnecessary casualties and damage to the city itself¡ªa city that, while a military stronghold, also housed civilians. Many of the people living there had ties to both nations, and Stephen felt a deep responsibility to minimize the loss of innocent life. The people inside the walls were not his enemies, and he was determined to limit the destruction as much as possible. These cities were not simply strategic points on a map; they were communities with families, children, and lives that would be shattered by pointless violence. Though the nobles at the highest levels of power often seemed indifferent to the fates of commoners, Stephen knew that not all those who served in the ranks shared such a cold view. Among the silver knights, there were still those who held a deep sense of honor and a respect for life beyond the battlefield. Not all soldiers were heartless, though those at the top of the social ladder often were so detached from the lives of ordinary people that the deaths of civilians rarely stirred their consciences. But Stephen was different. He, like many others in his family, had always sought to minimize unnecessary suffering, and his conscience would not allow him to act without consideration for the lives at stake. ... The Windwalker family¡¯s forces attacked the border castle with remarkable speed and ease, effortlessly seizing control. The enemy troops inside made no attempt to resist; they simply dropped their weapons, as if they had no intention of defending the castle at all. Stephen Windwalker, ever cautious by nature, ensured that no traps or hidden dangers lay in wait within the city. He conducted a thorough inspection for any signs of disease, instability, or anything else that might pose a threat to the integrity of the newly captured castle. After five days of meticulous searching and careful evaluation, Stephen finally deemed the city safe enough to occupy. Upon his investigation, however, Stephen was struck by the strange emptiness that hung over the castle. The city, once home to a bustling population of 20,000, now seemed abandoned, with only 300 guards remaining. This was a sharp contrast to the 3,000 soldiers who had once been stationed there¡ªmost of whom had been sent away just days before the Windwalker family¡¯s attack. Why had the Darkwind family essentially handed over the castle? It didn¡¯t make sense.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. Stephen speculated that, given the ongoing internal struggles within the Darkwind family, the current head of the family may have decided that defending the castle against the Windwalker family was not worth the cost. Perhaps the Darkwind family had redirected their forces to fight rebellious factions within their own ranks, leaving the border castles vulnerable. While this theory seemed plausible, it still didn¡¯t fully add up. These border castles were too strategically important to simply abandon. ... When word of the Windwalker family¡¯s success reached Marquis, he was filled with satisfaction. He immediately ordered both armies of the Windwalker family to continue their campaign, sweeping through the remaining border castles and cities. Despite Stephen¡¯s growing reservations about the situation, he had no choice but to follow his orders. His duty was clear, and the command of the Marquis was absolute. As the days passed, the border castles of the Darkwind family began to fall one after another, each with little resistance. Within a single month, the entire border territory had been lost to the Windwalker family. It was a swift and overwhelming campaign, the kind of military success that would usually be celebrated as a triumph. However, the Darkwind family¡¯s inexplicable abandonment of their defenses cast a long shadow over the campaign. Marquis Weinbacher was alarmed. Yet, his satisfaction with the expansion of the Windwalker family¡¯s territory outweighed his concerns. The Marquis ordered both armies to continue pushing deeper into Darkwind territory, convinced that the time was ripe to expand even further. After all, given the Darkwind family¡¯s apparent surrender of their defenses, it only made sense to capitalize on the momentum and press the advantage. The Darkwind family had already provided more than enough justification for the invasion. By targeting one of the most valuable members of the Windwalker family, they had given the king a reason to allow the Windwalkers to retain at least some of the conquered lands in future negotiations. Of course, Marquis was no fool. He understood the risks involved in such aggressive expansion. Other powerful families, such as the Stonefist family, might perceive the Windwalker family¡¯s actions as a threat and could potentially intervene on behalf of the Darkwind family. Alternatively, the Stonefist family might see this as an opportunity to claim some of the defenseless lands for themselves. However, Marquis Windwalker reasoned that the Stonefist family would face significant challenges in justifying any intervention. Unlike the Windwalker family, which had a clear and immediate excuse to attack¡ªnamely, the Darkwind family¡¯s targeting of a valuable member of the Windwalker family¡ªthe Stonefist family had not suffered a similar affront. Without a direct grievance or provocation, it would be far more difficult for them, or any of the neighboring noble families, to gain approval from the king for an aggressive campaign. As a result, he felt confident that the possibility of Stonefist intervening on behalf of the Darkwind family was slim. The momentum was undeniably in his favor, and the risks, though present, seemed manageable. ... With the unguarded lands now ripe for the taking, Marquis found it increasingly difficult to resist the temptation of further expansion. The prospect of extending the Windwalker family¡¯s territory and thus increasing their wealth and power was too enticing to ignore. While he was well aware of the potential long-term risks¡ªsuch as the possibility of his conquests sparking opposition from other noble families or even drawing the ire of the king¡ªhe could not overlook the immediate rewards that lay before him. The more cities, land, and people the Windwalker family controlled, the stronger and more prosperous they would become, and that power would be invaluable in future negotiations. For years, the Windwalker family had struggled with their relatively small territory and limited population, a situation that had always been frustrating. He had watched as neighboring families¡ªespecially the Stonefist family¡ªgrew in influence and wealth, while his own family was confined to a handful of towns and fortresses. The chance to change that, to take control of the Darkwind family''s rich and strategically important lands, was an opportunity he could not let slip away. Despite the risks, he believed the immediate gain outweighed the potential consequences. Moreover, he knew that his connection to the rebel faction within the Darkwind family¡ªthough valuable¡ªwas far from secure. While the rebel leader had made promises to the Windwalker family in exchange for support, there was always the possibility that, once in power, the rebel might turn against them. In the volatile world of noble politics, such shifts were common. Given that uncertainty, taking control of the Darkwind territory now, while it was undefended and ripe for conquest, seemed like the most prudent course of action. Once the rebel faction solidified its hold, their loyalty might not be guaranteed, and the Windwalker family could find themselves in a weaker position. With that in mind, the Windwalker family¡¯s armies pressed deeper into Darkwind territory. One city after another fell with little resistance. The cities that had once formed the backbone of the Darkwind family¡¯s power now fell into the hands of the Windwalkers, and their bold, relentless advance seemed unstoppable. With each victory, the Windwalker family¡¯s influence grew, and their power added to the heady sense of momentum driving their conquest. Chapter 27 The Legitimacy War IV Kaelith, the second son of the Darkwind family, sat on a chair in his room, his gaze fixed intently on the recent reports that had been sent to him. His fingers tightened around the letter in his hand, his anger flaring with each word he read. The news was grim¡ªone after another, cities and territories were falling to the Windwalker family, and his own family made no effort to defend them. The lands that had been fiercely guarded for generations were slipping away without even a token resistance. Kaelith¡¯s heart raced, his mind spiraling with frustration. "What is that bastard brother of mine doing?" Kaelith seethed inwardly, his teeth grinding together in pure fury. "Why aren¡¯t they defending? Why is the Windwalker family walking all over us?" He stood up and began pacing back and forth in his room, trying desperately to make sense of the situation. His mind raced through countless possibilities? Was there some internal conspiracy at play? The thought that their lands were being handed over without a single attempt at defense was unthinkable. It all felt like a deliberate attempt to undermine him¡ªan excuse to call for unity within the family, as if losing territory could somehow bring them closer together. "Ridiculous," Kaelith thought bitterly. The idea of using this disgrace as a reason for some sort of family reconciliation only fueled his anger further. "This could not be allowed to stand." he thought. If his brother Valdrin were unwilling to fight, he would take matters into his own hands. The Windwalker family might have taken his family¡¯s lands, but Kaelith wouldn¡¯t let them get away with it. He would do whatever it took to reclaim what was rightfully theirs. Kaelith paced restlessly, his thoughts seething with frustration and resentment. The situation had grown far worse than he could have ever imagined. The attack by the Windwalker family wasn¡¯t just a military defeat for the Darkwind family¡ªit was a profound humiliation. It had shaken his support from the other noble families. "How could Valdrin let this happen?" Kaelith raged inwardly. "How could he just stand by and watch as our lands are stripped away without lifting a finger to stop it?" Even though he knew it was all Valdrin''s strategy to defeat him, it was going too far; it was extremely shortsighted to leave these cities defenceless. Kaelith could not comprehend this very shortsightedness. His brother, Valdrin, had allowed the Windwalkers to encroach upon their borders without so much as a hint of resistance, giving them the perfect opportunity to seize what should have been fiercely defended territory. Some nobles supporting him have started calling for national unity to push back against the growing Windwalker threat. They wanted to see the Darkwind family come together, to unite in the face of this external enemy. The very thought of it sickened Kaelith. "Unity?" he thought bitterly. "Unity with that weakling Valdrin?" He could see the nobles slowly turning toward a position that favoured the family¡¯s survival, but at the same time, they were undermining him and his rightful claim to leadership. But Kaelith wasn¡¯t the type to cower or retreat. If anything, he saw an opportunity in the chaos. If the nobles were finally beginning to see the Windwalkers as the threat they truly were, then it was time to act. Kaelith knew that he could still manipulate the situation to his advantage¡ªespecially if Valdrin¡¯s incompetence and shortsightedness remained the central talking point. "This is my chance," Kaelith thought, his mind racing. "I can be the one to unite the family, not him. And once they see that, I¡¯ll have the power I need." He took a deep breath, standing tall, his resolve hardening. He would turn the growing doubts about his brother¡¯s leadership into his own opportunity. "I need to move fast," he decided. Kaelith immediately set to work, drafting his own letters to the nobles who supported him, even to those who were now wavering. He knew precisely how to play to their fear, their ambition, and their sense of self-preservation. He would promise them protection and greater power under his leadership. He would cast Valdrin as an ineffective, weak ruler who had failed to defend the family¡¯s honor and appeal to the nobles¡¯ baser instincts. This was a time of great instability, and Kaelith knew that many would prefer a strong, decisive hand to guide them through it. At the same time, he kept a watchful eye on the actions of the Windwalkers, ready to exploit any success or failure on their part to turn the tide in his favor. ... From Valdrin¡¯s perspective, the solution seemed simple: the rebel faction had been dissolved, and their actions against him had effectively stripped them of their legitimacy. They had no standing in his eyes. If they wished to contribute to the defense of the family, they had to submit to his leadership. There was no middle ground. Valdrin¡¯s stance was firm, even though it alienated those who might have become valuable allies in the future. He was willing to risk their resistance, believing that without their submission, he could never secure the unity he sought¡ªand any cooperation with them would only be seen as a sign of weakness. Valdrin offered total amnesty to all those who joined him in resisting the Windwalker family; however, he stopped short of promising to restore their titles. After all, the rebel nobles had been officially dissolved, and their positions stripped and disbanded. He rejected all offers of cooperation from the rebels. In Valdrin''s view, any collaboration between himself, the legitimate heir, and the rebels would only serve to grant them the legitimacy they craved, but did not deserve. In a letter to the rebels, Valdrin made it clear that he would decide on a case-by-case basis whether to reinstate their titles¡ªif the Windwalkers were defeated and the war ended in victory. Any restoration of titles, he stated, would depend entirely on their achievements in the war. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. Kaelith and the other rebel leaders were furious at Valdrin''s offer. Their frustration only deepened when they realized that Valdrin was more concerned with his own authority than the family''s survival. The rebel faction had their own arguments to make. They argued that, in the face of the Windwalker invasion, there was no time for petty squabbles over titles and power. The priority should be defense, not who led the army. They were willing to send reinforcements, but only if their position was respected. They wanted equality in leadership¡ªat the very least, a shared command structure that would allow them to contribute effectively to the defense of their lands.
Kaelith and the rebel nobles were fundamentally different from Valdrin in one crucial aspect: Valdrin was extreme, willing to burn down the entire ship rather than let anyone else steer it; Kaelith, on the other hand, wanted to preserve the Darkwind family¡ªall of it. This disparity in perspective placed the rebel forces at a severe disadvantage, as Valdrin could exploit their desire for unity and survival to force concessions. ... Valdrin did not budge. To him, offering any concession to the rebels would be seen as a threat to his legitimacy and a compromise of his claim to leadership. As a result, the situation became a deadlock. The Windwalkers, ever unconcerned with the disarray within the Darkwind family, pressed forward relentlessly. The longer the family bickered among themselves, the more territory the Windwalkers were able to take without any resistance. The internal strife within the Darkwinds seemed to play directly into the hands of their rivals. As the family quarreled, the Windwalkers gained ground, pushing further into their lands. Kaelith¡¯s patience was wearing thin. He could see the risk in waiting too long, especially if Valdrin''s stubbornness continued to undermine any chance of effective defence. He knew time was running out. If something wasn¡¯t done soon, the Windwalkers might not only seize more territory¡ªthey might end up capturing the capital. In Kaelith¡¯s mind, there was only one way forward: to force the issue one way or another. Kaelith began preparing his own plans, aware that the rift between him and Valdrin would likely never heal. Whether he had to personally confront the Windwalkers on the battlefield or manipulate the situation in other ways, Kaelith was ready to act. The family¡¯s survival, in his eyes, would depend on the immediate removal of Valdrin from leadership. If that meant taking drastic measures¡ªso be it. As the Windwalker family advanced deeper into Darkwind territory, their relentless march seemed unstoppable. The continued failure of the Darkwind family to present a united front had left a gaping hole in their nearly non-existent defenses, and with each city lost, the morale of the family¡¯s remaining loyalists crumbled further. The Windwalkers, emboldened by the lack of resistance, pressed forward without hesitation. The once-proud territories of the Darkwind family now seemed to slip further from their grasp. Internally, the rift between Valdrin and the rebel faction deepened, and the situation of the Darkwind family was deteriorating further. Some nobles, seeing the tide of war turning in favour of the Windwalkers, began to reconsider their allegiances. They hoped that by aligning themselves with Windwalkers now, they might secure a more favourable position when the conflict was over. But for others, the idea of reconciling with Windwalkers was anathema to everything they had fought for. The conflict dragged on, with neither side willing to compromise. The Darkwind family''s inability to unite against the Windwalkers left it dangerously vulnerable. Each city lost was a blow to their collective pride and strength, and it became clear that the longer the infighting continued, the more their position weakened. As the Windwalkers took more territory, some of the nobles who had supported Kaelith began voicing their concerns more openly. They had joined the rebellion because they believed Valdrin¡¯s rule was tyrannical, stripping them of their rights as nobles. They had hoped for a swift victory, but now it seemed the very existence of the Darkwind family was in jeopardy. Many of them began to realize that the Darkwind family might never recover from this conflict unless they swallowed their pride and united under one leader¡ªthe very leader they had once fought against. Some of these nobles began seriously considering surrendering, seeing an opportunity to align with the Windwalkers in hopes of winning Valdrin¡¯s favor. They hoped that by proving their loyalty to the reigning authority, they might be reinstated as nobles after the war. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but many felt there was no other choice. As the Windwalkers advanced and the rebellion faltered, the once-proud opposition to Valdrin¡¯s rule now seemed like a losing cause. Kaelith could sense the shift coming. While he still had the support of more than half the nobles, he knew it wouldn''t last. The situation was growing increasingly precarious. Many of the nobles who still despised Valdrin would soon begin to reconsider their loyalty as the Windwalkers pressed forward. Kaelith guessed that in a few weeks, some might try to arrest him and hand him over to Valdrin, hoping to win favor.
His thoughts became more focused on the inevitable: either he would take control of the situation in his own hands, or he would die or be captured. Therefore, Kaelith made a decisive decision. As the leader of the rebel faction, he ordered all the nobles to recall their troops from all fronts. He decided to completely disregard the conflict with Valdrin¡¯s forces for the time being and shift their focus entirely to fighting the Windwalkers¡¯ ongoing conquest. It was a bold and risky move, one that would significantly weaken him in the short term, but he saw no other choice. Kaelith believed and hoped that once the people saw his dedication to the family¡¯s survival, they would recognize him as the rightful Marquis and would join him in defeating Valdrin, who did nothing to defend against Windwalkers. His fight against the Windwalkers would present him as a hero, one who was more concerned with the family¡¯s well-being than with his own ambitions. It was a dangerous gambit, but in Kaelith¡¯s eyes, it was the only way to ultimately win the support he needed¡ªnot just from the rebels but from the ordinary people of the Darkwind family. It must be said that the Windwalkers were extremely unpopular and despised within Darkwind territory. Over the course of their conquest, numerous reports had emerged detailing the atrocities committed by the soldiers of the Windwalker family. Cities that fell to them were left in ruin, with thousands of innocent civilians slaughtered in the streets. Ordinary people¡ªmen, women, children¡ªwere butchered without mercy, their homes burned, and their lives taken as if they were nothing more than collateral in a war of conquest. Fighting against the Windwalkers, then, was not just a matter of strategic importance¡ªit was a way to win the undying loyalty of the people. This move would also force Valdrin into a corner, forcing him to either risk everything by continuing his hardline stance or consider a truce. If Kaelith could hold out long enough, his sacrifices would speak louder than any letter or political maneuver. He would be the one who truly fought to preserve the family¡¯s honor, while Valdrin¡¯s selfishness and refusal to compromise would expose him for what he truly was¡ªan heir more interested in power than in the family¡¯s survival. Chapter 28 The Legitimacy War V There were still those who refused to submit to Valdrin under any circumstances. To them, the idea of reconciliation was nothing short of a betrayal of the cause. They would rather go down fighting than allow Valdrin to seize control. In their eyes, submitting to a leader who treated them as servants rather than honourable nobles was a dishonour worse than death. They would sooner perish in battle than bend the knee. In the Darkwind family, there had long been a tradition of recognizing the minor nobles'' autonomy. Legally, the marquis held the power to dissolve, order, and control all minor nobles within his territory. However, for centuries, every marquis had respected the local autonomy of their vassals. This tradition was one of the reasons the Windwalker family had managed to break away in the past. But Valdrin was different. Even as the heir to the title, he aggressively sought to curtail the powers of the minor nobles, which became the primary cause of the rebellion. Many proud minor nobles saw serving under Valdrin as no different from losing their titles entirely. Without the right to rule their own territories, they might as well be stripped of everything. For them, risking it all was their final stand. Yet, the rebel side was at a severe disadvantage. The balance of power between the two sides was heavily skewed in the Marquis'' favour. Valdrin directly controlled half of the entire territory. The nobles could only hold their ground because the minor nobles of the Darkwind territory had stuck together. If even a few of them could be persuaded to switch sides, it would spell disaster for the rebels. ... With each passing day, the situation grew more dire. The Windwalker family showed no signs of relenting, and the longer the Darkwind family remained fractured, the closer they came to losing everything. Internal squabbles, power struggles, and the unyielding refusal to compromise only played into the hands of the Windwalkers, who systematically dismantled the Darkwind family''s influence and authority. Amid this growing calamity, Kaelith recognized that time was running out. His forces were beginning to fracture, morale wavering as Valdrin¡¯s relentless refusal to share power threatened to lead them all to ruin. ... Kaelith organized a meeting with all the nobles leading the rebellion, gathering them in a room and immediately getting to the point, without wasting time on pleasantries. "This is about our family¡ªabout the Darkwind family. If we do not stand and defend our lands now, we risk losing everything we have built. Valdrin has failed us. He has betrayed the very principles that defined us. It falls to us to restore our honor and ensure that the Darkwind family does not fall into the hands of traitors or invaders." "Valdrin is a blind fool; he misses the forest for the trees," Kaelith shouted, his voice reverberating throughout the hall. "Because of him, we¡¯ve lost a quarter of our land to the Windwalkers, and countless lives have been lost at their hands. This situation is no longer acceptable!" "It¡¯s time for us to act on our own. If Valdrin doesn¡¯t help us, so be it. Everyone, go and gather your troops. We¡¯re going to fight the Windwalkers. And if Valdrin attacks us while we¡¯re fighting these external invaders, so be it. Everyone will see his treachery and judge for themselves. I believe there are still many loyal knights in my father¡¯s army who would be absolutely appalled and would rebel before attacking their own side while we fight the Windwalkers," Kaelith declared. His plan relied on the psychological state of Valdrin¡¯s army. The hatred between the Windwalkers and the Darkwinds had grown intense, and it was only getting worse. If Valdrin attacked them while they were engaged with the Windwalkers, he would appear to be aiding the invading forces, further alienating himself from the people and from the many knights¡ªsome of whom were Silver Knights¡ªstill in his father''s army. There was a real chance that many of them would refuse to obey Valdrin¡¯s orders and would instead join the rebellion to fight against the Windwalkers. As Kaelith¡¯s resolve filled the hall, the murmurs of the nobles grew louder. They debated strategies, whispered of preparations, and measured the risks. Some pledged their unwavering support, stepping forward with promises of men and resources. Others hesitated, caught between their fear of failure and the peril of opposing Valdrin¡¯s power.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. Kaelith, watching the subtle shifts in their expressions, knew that the tide had begun to turn. The momentum was his. This was his moment to seize control and prove that he could be the leader his family desperately needed. After intense discussions of strategies, everyone collectively agreed that following Kaelith¡¯s plan was not only the right thing to do but also strategically sound. It was a win-win-win situation. If Valdrin attacked them while they fought the Windwalkers, he would make himself intensely unpopular with the Marquis¡¯s army, and there was even a chance he could be overthrown in a military coup. If he chose not to attack and simply sat back, they would be able to capture significant territory from the Windwalkers¡ªand once they had it, they would not relinquish control back to the marquis. And if Valdrin decided to join forces to push back and defeat the Windwalkers, it would still be beneficial, as it would ease tensions and open the prospect for a negotiated settlement that could secure the autonomy of the nobility. ... As the rebel army began to form and march toward the cities captured by the Windwalker family, anticipation and fear hung heavily in the air. This was no longer a mere skirmish; it was a full-scale war between the Windwalker family and half of the Darkwind family. The rebels held nothing back. They gathered a massive force¡ª100,000 strong¡ªled by five Silver Knights and an elite contingent of seasoned troops. The Windwalker family now faced a formidable challenge. No longer could they advance uncontested. The ''rebels'' had risen to defend their lands, while the ''legitimate'' heir to the Darkwind family, Valdrin, simply sat back and watched without offering any assistance. It appeared he was waiting, anticipating that both sides would weaken each other in their struggle. The Windwalker family had been meticulous in their conquest, capturing castle after castle with little resistance. However, they were forced to shift tactics when faced with the rebel army. They pulled back, reinforcing the castles and cities they had already seized, fortifying their positions, and preparing for a brutal showdown; they completely abandoned their plans for expanding further into dark wind territory. The upcoming battle would no longer be a simple matter of gaining more ground¡ªit would be a full-scale war. Rather than stepping up and rallying the troops to halt the Windwalkers¡¯ advance, Valdrin did nothing. He watched as the conflict unfolded. No reinforcements were sent to the cities on the frontlines, and no moves were made to capitalize on the rebels¡¯ resistance to the Windwalkers. Instead, Valdrin waited¡ªhoping to see the two sides destroy one another while he remained on the sidelines. His true intentions were becoming clear: he wasn¡¯t allowing the factions to clash by chance. He was orchestrating the war to serve his interests. The rebels, led by Kaelith, also understood the risks. Engaging the Windwalkers could inflict significant casualties. If they weakened themselves too much, Valdrin could easily swoop in after the battle, crush the exhausted rebel forces, and cement his control over the Darkwind family. In one swift move, he could wipe out any remaining resistance and solidify his power. However, they were convinced by Kaelith that many knights in Valdrin''s army would refuse to obey his orders and might even defect. Already, a steady stream of soldiers from Valdrin''s forces had defected to the rebel army, eager to fight against the hated Windwalkers. While no Great Knights or Silver Knights had joined the rebellion yet, quite a few knights had already made the switch, bolstering the rebel ranks. Kaelith, leader of the rebel forces, understood the gravity of the situation. Every battle, every decision, had to be meticulously calculated. If they could drive the Windwalker family back into their own territory, it could shift the momentum in their favor. They would be hailed as heroes who had defeated the vile Windwalkers, while Valdrin would be branded as an incompetent fool whose inaction had led to the deaths of countless innocents. The Windwalkers'' response would be key to Kaelith¡¯s future plans. There were two possibilities: they could either retreat or fight. Kaelith was fervently hoping for the former, which is why he launched his assault with every ounce of strength his forces could muster, leaving nothing in reserve. An army of 100,000 troops, bolstered by five silver knights, was a terrifying force to behold. If the Windwalkers chose to fight, they would pay a steep price. However, if they decided to retreat, Kaelith could swiftly capture vast swathes of territory and emerge as a hero in the eyes of the Darkwind people. On the other hand, if the Windwalkers decided to stand their ground, it would spell immense trouble for Kaelith and his rebel forces. While weaker than the Darkwind family overall, the Windwalkers were still a Marquis family, with at least five known silver knights of their own. A direct confrontation, though winnable for Kaelith, would undoubtedly result in catastrophic casualties, leaving his forces so weakened that they wouldn¡¯t stand a chance against Valdrin. Aware of the precariousness of his position, Kaelith decided to take a calculated risk. He secretly sent a letter to Marquis Alaric Windwalker. The two had once communicated regularly, maintaining a cordial relationship. However, when Alaric launched his attack on the Darkwind family, Kaelith had been enraged and cut all ties with him. Now, however, Kaelith recognized the need to make another deal with Alaric Windwalker¡ªa potentially game-changing move. Chapter 29 The Legitimacy War VI Marquis Alaric Windwalker sat in his office, the dim light of a solitary candle casting flickering shadows on the ornate walls. He held a letter in his hands, one sent by Kaelith, the leader of the Darkwind family''s rebel faction. The letter read: *"My friend, Marquis Alaric Windwalker, Our relationship has been strained due to recent events. However, the situation is critical. Our armies must not engage in battle with one another, as such a conflict would only benefit my brother, Valdrin. I respectfully request that you order your troops to retreat back to Windwalker territory. Once I inherit the title of Marquis of Darkwind, we can set aside our enmity, forge alliances, and stabilize trade routes. This would be mutually beneficial for both our families. I hope you agree with my proposal, as I cannot allow our land to remain occupied. Should your honor refuse, there would be no other choice but to meet in battle, regardless of whether it aids my brother. Please do not attempt to negotiate over our land; I will not surrender even an inch of it to any foreign force. All I can offer is the promise of future trade agreements and peace."* Marquis Windwalker set the letter down with a heavy sigh, his fingers drumming against the desk''s polished surface. "This man wants to have his cake and eat it too," he muttered with a scoff. The Windwalker family had already claimed a significant portion of Darkwind territory, including several major cities and vast stretches of fertile land. To relinquish it all without any compensation would be beyond foolish. "Potential future trade agreements," he sneered, leaning back in his chair. "As if vague promises and empty words could hold any value. Trusting Kaelith with such nebulous offers? Never." Yet, Marquis Windwalker couldn''t dismiss the underlying threat in Kaelith''s letter. If the Windwalker forces did not retreat, Kaelith would undoubtedly march his troops to reclaim the occupied land. Kaelith was a man of his word, his reputation as steadfast as his resolve. "Retreating may avoid immediate conflict, but it would only pave the way for greater trouble later," Alaric mused. Once Kaelith took control of the Darkwind family, he could unify the factions and transform them into a stronger, more cohesive force. For now, with the incompetent Valdrin at the helm, the Darkwind family remained divided and weak. Alaric''s lips curled into a thin, calculated smile. "Time to tip the scales." He had postponed his assassination plans for long enough. It was time to eliminate a few key figures and shift the balance of power in his favor. Over the next half-hour, Alaric meticulously formulated his strategy, his mind racing through the possible outcomes and contingencies. Once satisfied, he summoned his chief of staff. "I have orders," the Marquis said, his voice as sharp as the edge of a blade. "We¡¯re going to take control of this situation, starting tonight." ... Marquis Alaric Windwalker''s original plan had been straightforward: assassinate the talented individuals of the Darkwind family to make clear the consequences of targetting Edric. But the situation had shifted dramatically, and now his targets were no longer the talented or prominent members of the Darkwind family. Alongside giving orders to his assassins, Alaric penned another letter, this time addressed to Valdrin, the De Facto head of the Darkwind family. Valdrin was the one who had ordered the assassination of Edric, and under normal circumstances, he would have been the natural target. But Alaric had made a calculated decision: the assassins would not go after Valdrin or his inner circle. Instead, their blades were aimed squarely at the nobles under Kaelith¡¯s command. The reason was simple: it was in the Windwalker family¡¯s best interest to keep Valdrin in power. Kaelith, from all that Alaric had observed, was a far more dangerous opponent. Kaelith cared about the Darkwind family, worked tirelessly to strengthen it, and had a vision for its future. Valdrin, on the other hand, was selfish, corrupt, and short-sighted. His incompetence made him the perfect leader¡ªif one¡¯s goal was to ensure the Darkwind family remained weak and divided. As for the matter of Edric¡¯s assassination, Alaric had come to terms with it. While he had been enraged at first¡ªEdric had been someone he loved deeply¡ªhe was pragmatic enough to see the bigger picture. Revenge, no matter how satisfying, would not serve the Windwalker family¡¯s future. Grievances could be set aside if the benefits outweighed the costs.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. Why had Edric¡¯s death angered him so much? Because Edric had been an asset to the Windwalker family, someone who strengthened their influence and prospects. Alaric¡¯s loyalty was, above all else, to his family¡¯s interests. As long as those interests were protected, he was willing to do whatever it took¡ªeven forgive an old grudge. Kaelith, in many ways, reminded Alaric of himself: shrewd, pragmatic, and utterly dedicated to his family. That was precisely what made him so dangerous. Alaric couldn¡¯t allow someone like himself to take the helm of the Darkwind family. In his letter to Valdrin, Alaric proposed an alliance: "Let us join forces and eliminate Kaelith once and for all. I will strike from one side, and you from the other. In return, you will formally recognize the Windwalker family¡¯s claim over the territories we have already conquered." Alaric was confident that Valdrin would find the offer appealing. A man like Valdrin, who cared only for his own interests, would likely agree¡ªor at least be open to negotiation. Unlike Kaelith, Valdrin wouldn¡¯t stubbornly refuse to cede territory. He wasn¡¯t a man of principle; he was a man of profit. For Alaric, the path forward was clear. He would play to Valdrin¡¯s greed and self-interest, all while ensuring that Kaelith¡¯s vision for a unified and powerful Darkwind family would never come to fruition. In his letter to Valdrin, Marquis Alaric Windwalker was unequivocal: if Valdrin refused the proposal, Alaric would retreat and clear the way for Kaelith. And he meant every word. If Valdrin rejected the deal, Alaric was prepared to order the Windwalker forces to withdraw. Engaging in a direct conflict with Kaelith would only serve to weaken the Windwalker family while strengthening Valdrin¡¯s position. Suppose Valdrin defeated Kaelith and unified the Darkwind family under his leadership. In that case, Valdrin might even turn his attention toward annexing parts of Windwalker territory in the future, and a Weakened Windwalker family would not be able to resist it, no matter how incompetent Valdrin may be. To buy time for his negotiations with Valdrin, Alaric penned a second letter¡ªthis one addressed to Kaelith. The letter read: "Kaelith, my friend, I cannot accept your terms in their current form. Our future trade agreements must be properly negotiated. Your promises regarding trade and our future relationship are far too vague. Therefore, I have sent my advisor to discuss these matters further. I ask for your patience and understanding as we work toward a mutually beneficial resolution." Of course, Alaric¡¯s true intention was to delay Kaelith. After all, he needed time to solidify his arrangement with Valdrin. However, if Valdrin refused the deal, the negotiations with Kaelith could still serve as a fallback option. Despite his confidence in his strategy, Alaric knew he was not omniscient. He believed Valdrin would accept the proposal, but he couldn¡¯t be entirely certain. As such, the advisor sent to Kaelith would need to negotiate with genuine zeal to secure a favorable trade agreement¡ªjust in case the Windwalkers were forced to withdraw. At the very least, this would ensure that the Windwalker family wasn¡¯t left empty-handed. Meanwhile, the assassins received their orders. Their mission was to target high-ranking nobles within Kaelith¡¯s faction. The aim wasn¡¯t merely to weaken Kaelith¡¯s forces but to sow chaos and delay his movements. Kaelith would be forced to investigate the mysterious deaths, and there was even a chance he might suspect Valdrin of orchestrating the attacks. The assassins were instructed to remain on standby until Alaric was certain of Valdrin¡¯s decision. The assassins would carry out their mission if Valdrin agreed to the deal and ceded the conquered territories. The resulting turmoil would cripple Kaelith¡¯s forces, leaving them disorganized and demoralized¡ªperfect conditions for a decisive strike to annihilate Kaelith¡¯s army once and for all. With both letters sent and plans in motion, Alaric leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk curling his lips. It was a dangerous game he was playing, but if it succeeded, the Windwalker family would emerge stronger than ever. The assassins hired by Marquis Alaric Windwalker were not equipped to target high-ranking figures like Kaelith directly. Their contract restricted them to targets of knight rank and below. Attempting to assassinate a silver-ranked knight¡ªor better, Kaelith himself¡ªwas prohibitively expensive. Silver-ranked assassins, though skilled, would flee at the first sign of an evenly matched opponent. Their methods were precise and calculated, focusing only on those they were paid to kill. Kaelith, being a silver knight himself and surrounded by other silver-ranked knights, was untouchable for now. Taking him out would cost at least 100 million silver coins¡ªa sum far beyond Alaric¡¯s means. The assassins had been hired with extreme caution to ensure their activities couldn¡¯t be traced back to Alaric. The Darkwind family¡¯s intelligence network, already weaker than the Windwalkers¡¯, was further fragmented by internal divisions. Most of the remaining infrastructure was under Valdrin¡¯s control, and Alaric doubted Valdrin would inform Kaelith of his involvement even if suspicions arose.
Meanwhile, far from the machinations of nobles and assassins, a young boy stared at a glowing interface that hovered before him, his excitement barely contained. Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 12 months, and 1 day Task: Have a biological child
  • Mirelle: 1 day left (139 others ¨C Display All)
    • Reward: A random White-level skill
    • Deadline: 232 days
    • Non-completion Punishment: Death
Techniques:
  • Golden Knight Training: 760 / 275,000
  • Golden Mage Training: 58 / 275,000
Talents:
  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
Cheat: Low Level - 1,000 XP per day Available XP: 168,154 Edric¡¯s heart raced as he read the system interface for what felt like the hundredth time. After months of waiting, Mirelle was finally about to give birth! Chapter 30 Golden Knight I In the five months since his arrival at Marquis Alaric''s castle, Edric had devoted himself to two tasks. Every morning, he fulfilled his duty by attempting to sire an heir nearly every day. Afterward, he would retreat to the library, where he immersed himself in mastering two spells: Absolute Regeneration and Eagle Wings. Months of grueling practice had borne fruit. He could now cast Absolute Regeneration in roughly 50 seconds and Eagle Wings in around two minutes. While his casting speed was far from battle-ready, the progress he¡¯d made was nothing short of remarkable given the difficulty of these spells and his relatively limited experience and talent. Yet, neither the spells nor his progress was the true source of his excitement. What thrilled him most was the imminent birth of his first descendant. Nearly nine months had passed, and Mirelle was about to give birth. As he prepared to return, Edric¡¯s emotions were a mix of anticipation and determination. While the thought of becoming a father filled him with pride, he was just as eager to complete the system¡¯s task tied to this milestone. "It¡¯s time to go back," Edric muttered to himself, his decision firm. His child would be born soon, and he wouldn¡¯t miss it. Of course, leaving Marquis Marius¡¯s castle was risky. Assassins could strike the moment he stepped outside its heavily guarded walls. However, Edric wasn¡¯t particularly worried. With Eagle Wings, he could simply fly above any threat. No silver knight could harm him while he soared a mile high in the sky. He had prepared carefully. A few air elemental crystals, acquired after painstaking effort, would reduce his mana consumption significantly. With them, he could make the journey to Mirelle and back without depleting his mana reserves. This was the advantage of being a mage. Although silver knights were considered equals to silver mages in battle, they lacked a mage¡¯s versatility. Knights couldn¡¯t heal themselves or take to the skies. Mages, on the other hand, could adapt to countless situations with the spells they mastered. ... Escaping the Marquis¡¯s castle was no easy feat for ordinary people. But Edric was far from ordinary. As both a mage and a silver knight, he had the power and cunning needed to escape unnoticed. He told the Marquis¡¯s chief of staff that he was nearing a breakthrough in his magical studies and wouldn¡¯t be able to fulfill his duties for a few days. The excuse was plausible enough, and Edric promised to make up for the time he¡¯d miss. With that settled, Edric made his move. Using his enhanced physical abilities and keen sight, he scouted a lightly guarded section of the castle wall. Timing his escape with precision, he leapt over it in a single bound. The wall¡¯s defensive enchantments were designed to keep intruders out¡ªnot to stop insiders from leaving. With no alarms raised, Edric disappeared into the night, his heart set on reaching Mirelle before the arrival of his firstborn. Edric knew there would be consequences for leaving without permission, but he wasn¡¯t overly concerned. With the war ongoing, the Marquis was unlikely to scrutinize his absence too deeply¡ªso long as he returned safely. A convincing excuse would suffice to smooth things over. Once he had put a safe distance between himself and the city, Edric retrieved the air elemental crystals from his pouch. Removing his shirt, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. In less than two minutes, two enormous wings unfurled from his back. Each wing spanned an impressive 20 feet, their broad, feathered expanse glowing faintly. The air elemental crystals in his possession would ease the strain of flying. By drawing power from the crystals, Edric could reduce his mana expenditure, gain a slight boost in speed, and ascend to greater heights. This was a tactic all mages used, regardless of talent. Of course, the effects of elemental crystals could always be replicated by expending more mana. Some prodigiously talented mages, boasting vast reserves of magical energy, might feel they had no need for such aids. Even so, conserving mana was always advantageous, no matter how deep one¡¯s reserves ran. With a powerful leap, Edric launched himself into the air. His massive wings flapped steadily, lifting him higher and higher into the cloudless sky. Fortunately, the weather was clear. Flying in stormy conditions would have been risky¡ªlightning strikes were a real threat at higher altitudes. While Edric¡¯s silver knight physique might allow him to survive a bolt of lightning, it wasn¡¯t an experience he cared to test. At around 8,000 feet, he stopped flapping and transitioned into a smooth glide. He rode the currents of air with ease, occasionally flapping his wings to regain lost altitude. His sharp eyesight, a gift of his silver knight body, allowed him to keep track of his position and navigate toward his destination. At his current speed, he estimated it would take no more than five hours to reach Eagle¡¯s Perch¡ªa city whose name felt particularly fitting given his current state. Up here, the air was frigid, and the wind howled like a living thing. An ordinary person would have frozen to death in minutes at this altitude and speed. But Edric¡¯s silver knight physique was extraordinary. Even if he flew ten times faster or higher, his body would endure the strain without issue. ... After two hours of flight, Edric smiled as he caught sight of the city below. There was no mistaking it¡ªthis was Eagle¡¯s Perch. He began his descent, reducing his altitude with precision. In less than two minutes, he landed gracefully just outside the city walls.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Dispelling the Eagle¡¯s Wings spell, Edric slipped his shirt back on and couldn¡¯t help but marvel. ¡°Eagle¡¯s Wings is incredible,¡± he thought. ¡°With this spell, I can travel between cities without leaving a single trace on the ground. No one will ever notice me¡ªit¡¯s truly amazing!¡± Though Edric had tested the Absolute Regeneration spell many times before, this marked his first real experience flying with Eagle¡¯s Wings. The movements of the wings came instinctively, as though his body had always known how to use them. It was nothing short of exhilarating. In his previous life, Edric had flown in airplanes countless times. But this was entirely different¡ªthere was no barrier shielding him from the icy winds or the rush of the air. This time, he was truly one with the sky. Yet, thanks to his powerful silver knight physique, he felt no discomfort. Even if he were to fall from the highest point of his flight, he would survive¡ªperhaps with injuries, but certainly not death. His body had become so resilient that even a fall from the heavens wouldn¡¯t pose a fatal threat. Just as he prepared to walk toward the city gates, the familiar chime of the system rang out in his mind. Ding! Task "Have a biological child" has been completed! Congratulations! You have received a Golden-Level Gift Box for completing your first-ever task, and a White-Level Skill! Edric froze, stunned. He had traveled all this way, yet it seemed his child had already been born. The system had claimed there was still a day left¡ªclearly, Mirelle had given birth early. This revelation brought another, more intriguing thought to mind: the system wasn¡¯t omniscient. The dates it provided appeared to be estimates rather than prophecies. Curiosity overtook him. His child might have been born, but for now, the allure of the system rewards demanded his attention. He quickly opened the interface to inspect the newly acquired skill. Flesh Control (White): You can control your flesh and muscles to a limited degree. Edric¡¯s interest piqued. Taking out a small mirror from his pocket¡ªa tool he always carried to ensure his appearance was in order¡ªhe decided to test the skill. ¡°Let¡¯s see how this works,¡± he muttered. To his surprise, using the skill felt as natural as moving his arms or legs. He flexed and manipulated his muscles with ease, marveling at the level of control he now possessed. ¡°This... this could be useful,¡± Edric mused, watching his reflection with a grin. Edric¡¯s face began to shift as he activated the Flesh Control skill. His cheeks became more pronounced, his nose grew slightly broader, and his lips thinned. Within seconds, his entire appearance had transformed. Even his own mother would struggle to recognize him without a closer look. ¡°This skill is incredibly handy, even if it¡¯s not high-ranking,¡± Edric thought, a satisfied smirk crossing his altered face. He released the skill, and his features instantly reverted to their natural state. Still, the skill had its limitations. For one, the changes it made were temporary. His muscles would eventually tire and need to rest in their natural state. Fortunately, as a silver knight, his body was strong enough to maintain a disguised appearance for several days before needing a break. Second, the skill couldn¡¯t alter certain key features: his eye color, hair color, bone structure, or skin texture. Because of this, Flesh Control alone wasn¡¯t enough for a complete disguise. However, when combined with makeup or other methods, it could become an invaluable tool for concealing his identity. ¡°The White-Level skill turned out to be better than I expected!¡± Edric mused. Initially, when he saw the skill was the lowest rank, he¡¯d assumed it would be mediocre at best. To his surprise, it had already proven itself remarkably useful. Without wasting any more time, he gave his next command. ¡°System, open the gift box!¡± Ding! Congratulations! You have received the following rewards:
  • 150,000 XP
  • Silver-Grade Skill: Steel Hair Manipulation
  • Silver-Grade Skill: Extreme Yang
  • Silver-Grade Skill: See-Through
  • Golden-Grade Weapon: Golden Knight¡¯s Sword
The sheer volume of rewards left Edric momentarily stunned. His eyes widened as he processed the most significant part of the announcement. ¡°150,000 XP? I can break through! I can become a golden knight!¡± Excitement surged through him. As a golden knight, he¡¯d finally have the strength to protect himself against most threats on this island. But before diving into his breakthrough, he decided to check out his new skills. Silver-Grade Skill: Steel Hair Manipulation "Your hair becomes as strong as strands of steel and can be manipulated freely." Silver-Grade Skill: Extreme Yang "Your masculine power becomes inexhaustible, and your fertility is greatly increased." Silver-Grade Skill: See-Through "You can see through objects less than half an inch thick. Limitation: you cannot see through metals." Golden-Grade Weapon: Golden Knight¡¯s Sword "An ordinary sword suitable for a golden knight." Edric¡¯s lips curled into a grin. The Steel Hair Manipulation skill was both strange and weird¡ªit could be a versatile tool in combat. The Extreme Yang skill made him chuckle; it seemed the system had a sense of humor. As for See-Through, its limitations meant it wouldn¡¯t work against everything, but it still had its uses. Finally, there was the Golden Knight¡¯s Sword. While the description made it sound ordinary, its very existence marked a major milestone for him; until now, his lack of a suitable weapon has long been his major weakness. ¡°Oh my, every one of these skills is incredibly useful for me right now! Well, except for Steel Hair Manipulation...¡± Edric muttered, shaking his head. ¡°I would¡¯ve much-preferred something like Insight rather than steel hair.¡± For a golden knight, having strands of hair as strong as steel wasn¡¯t particularly groundbreaking. Sure, it could be used to deal with mortals, knights, and perhaps even great knights in a pinch. But for someone like Edric, whose strength already eclipsed that of weaker foes, the skill felt somewhat redundant. ¡°All these rewards... and now, a breakthrough,¡± Edric thought, his grin widening. Without further hesitation, he began to focus. The time had come to ascend to the rank of a golden knight. He pulled up his interface to reassess his progress:
Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 12 months, and 1 day Task: None (30-day cooldown) Techniques:
  • Golden Knight Training: 760 / 275,000
  • Golden Mage Training: 58 / 275,000
Talents:
  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
Skills:
  • Flesh Control (White)
  • Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver)
  • Extreme Yang (Silver)
  • See-Through (Silver)
Cheat: Low Level ¨C Gains 1,000 XP per day Available XP: 318,154
Edric¡¯s eyes scanned his progress carefully. After a moment¡¯s calculation, he reached a decision. He whispered to himself, his voice tinged with excitement, ¡°Add 274,240 XP to my Golden Knight Training!¡± The system responded instantly: Ding! Success! Status changed ¨C Golden Knight Training (275,000 / 275,000). Chapter 31 Golden Knight II Edric opened his eyes, his gaze clouded with confusion. The last thing he remembered was opening his system¡¯s gift box. Fragments of memory drifted through his mind like leaves scattered in the wind. "All right, I broke through to the Golden Knight," he thought, piecing things together. What was a Golden Rank Knight? Simply put, they stood near the pinnacle of power on Silver Flower Island. A noble family fortunate enough to count even a single Golden Knight among their ranks would be instantly elevated to the esteemed status of Duke. These individuals were unparalleled in strength, their might surpassed only by the King himself¡ªa figure of legend, known as the sole Legendary Knight. After ascending to the rank of Golden Knight, Edric allowed himself a rare moment of relief. Few could now pose a genuine threat to him, and the constant vigilance he had maintained for months began to lift. For the first time, he imagined exploring the kingdom freely, with little fear of encountering another Golden Knight. His newfound power had granted him a freedom most could only dream of. Yet, Edric had no intention of revealing his breakthrough to anyone. The reason was simple¡ªhe couldn¡¯t explain how it had happened. A 15-year-old boy achieving the rank of Golden Knight was nothing short of a miracle, defying all logic and precedent. Such a revelation would send shockwaves through this island and far beyond. Even the mighty Flicker Empire might take notice, and the consequences of attracting that kind of attention were too dangerous to consider. "I can finally explore this world!" he thought, reflecting on his breakthrough process. When he ordered the system to upgrade, something unexpected happened. He had fainted. Unlike before, there had been no pain, no struggle, just an abrupt loss of consciousness. The events that followed remained a complete blank. Turning his attention to the horizon, he noted the light of dawn creeping across the sky. The morning had arrived; he must have been out for hours. ¡°System interface,¡± he called. Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 12 months, and 2 day Task: None (29-day cooldown) Techniques:
  • Legendary Knight Training: 0 / 1,500,000
  • Golden Mage Training: 58 / 275,000
Talents:
  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
Skills:
  • Flesh Control (White)
  • Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver)
  • Extreme Yang (Silver)
  • See-Through (Silver)
Cheat: Low Level ¨C Gains 1,000 XP per day Available XP: 44,914 As Edric observed the system interface materialize before him, his thoughts churned. "It takes over a million experience points to break through to Legendary Knight!" he mused, the sheer enormity of the number pressing down on him. "At this rate, it¡¯ll take at least four years¡ªunless I can complete more system tasks to earn XP faster. Otherwise, I¡¯ll be stuck waiting a long time before I can even dream of rivaling the king." The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. "Looks like I¡¯ll be staying on this island for a while," he concluded, resigning himself to the reality of his situation. Long ago, Edric had decided that he would only leave the island once he reached at least the rank of Legendary Knight¡ªperhaps even Mythic Knight. But that was a concern for the distant future, and it was ridiculous to start worrying about years ahead. For now, it was time to celebrate his breakthrough and revel in his achievement of becoming a Golden Knight. He rose to his feet, brushing off the faint dew that clung to his clothes. His surroundings were remote, a dense canopy of trees encircling him like a natural fortress. It was clear no one had witnessed his breakthrough. Yet, despite the isolation, Edric could see far beyond his immediate surroundings¡ªfarther than most could even imagine. Thanks to his passive skill, he could see through anything thinner than half an inch. The leaves of the forest, which would typically obscure vision, were no longer an obstacle for him. His gaze pierced through the foliage, allowing him to survey the land unhindered, his vision stretching as far as the terrain permitted. In a place like this, the skill was invaluable. The forest offered no cover from his piercing sight.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. After determining his direction, Edric didn¡¯t set off immediately. First, he needed to check his own body. "I broke through and became a Golden Knight. I should feel much stronger now," he thought, frowning. "But why don¡¯t I feel any different?" Confusion gnawed at him. When he had ascended to the rank of Silver Knight, the change had been unmistakable¡ªa surge in his internal energy that left him with a palpable sense of power. But now, despite reaching the esteemed rank of Golden Knight, his cold internal energy felt unchanged, as if it hadn¡¯t advanced at all. Opening his palm, Edric summoned a sliver of his internal energy. To his surprise, it wasn¡¯t silver like before¡ªit was golden, radiating an intense light that illuminated the forest around him. Even in the morning sunlight, its brilliance was overpowering, casting sharp, dancing shadows across the ground. "Weird," he mused. "I don¡¯t feel any different, but my internal energy is definitely many times stronger than before." Seeking clarity, he opened the system interface and issued a command. ¡°Release the sword.¡± A portal shimmered into existence before him, and from it, a golden sword descended, landing softly on the ground. Edric bent down to retrieve it, his fingers brushing against its surface. The weapon was magnificent¡ªits blade a luminous gold, glowing with a radiant light that seemed alive. Yet, despite its golden hue, it was far stronger than any metal he had ever encountered. This was the sword the system had gifted him, a treasure sword of golden rank. Curious to test it, Edric funneled a minuscule¡ªno, less than minuscule¡ªamount of his golden internal energy into the blade. Then, with a casual swing, he slashed at the surrounding forest. A deafening crack echoed through the air as hundreds of trees collapsed in unison, each trunk severed with flawless precision. The cuts were impossibly clean, as though made by the sharpest of razors. Edric stared at the blade in awe. It had endured the immense energy without so much as a crack or blemish, its golden edge gleaming as if nothing had happened. "This sword can handle the full force of my golden energy without breaking... incredible." He couldn¡¯t help but grin. The strength of his golden internal energy was far beyond his expectations. If he had used his silver energy, at most, one or two trees might have been felled. But now? Hundreds lay toppled in perfect slices. "The strength of this golden energy isn¡¯t just a little greater than silver¡ªit¡¯s tens of times stronger," he thought, gripping the sword tightly. Yet, a shadow of doubt lingered. "But why didn¡¯t I feel anything different?" Closing his eyes, Edric focused inward, delving into his meridians. As he concentrated, he saw it¡ªgolden energy flowing smoothly through his channels. It felt cold, just like his silver energy had, but the difference was undeniable. This energy was purer, sharper, and more concentrated. It was as if his previous energy had been refined to its absolute peak. "It¡¯s not that the energy changed in nature¡ªit¡¯s still the same cold energy as before. But now it¡¯s so much more powerful. So much more¡­" Edric¡¯s thoughts trailed off as understanding dawned. "Maybe that¡¯s why I didn¡¯t feel anything. The nature of the energy hasn¡¯t shifted; it¡¯s just become vastly more concentrated. It feels familiar, even though it¡¯s completely different in scale." He sighed, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That explains it. My body didn¡¯t recognize the leap in power because it¡¯s still the same energy at its core." His gaze returned to the fallen trees, the sheer destruction leaving him in awe. "Golden energy¡­ golden knight¡­ everything about this is on an entirely different level." Realizing he couldn¡¯t truly gauge his strength by cutting down trees, Edric sheathed the golden sword at his waist and began heading toward the city. This time, he chose not to hide his presence. He had business to attend to¡ªvisiting his mother, checking on Mirelle and the others, and then returning to Marquis Alaric Windwalker¡¯s castle. ... As he approached the city gates, the guards stationed there immediately recognized him. Without hesitation, they bowed respectfully and stepped aside to allow him entry. Edric acknowledged the guards with a small nod before passing through the gates, barely keeping his expression from twisting. Due to his See-Through (Silver) skill, he could see entirely through the clothing of anyone not wearing metal armor. Once he entered the city, the effect became even more pronounced. With only a few exceptions¡ªsuch as those wearing silver or steel armor¡ªeveryone appeared naked to his sight, regardless of their gender. "I really need to learn how to control this," Edric thought with a grimace. For now, his lack of mastery over the skill meant he couldn¡¯t deactivate it at will. His hair swung wildly as he walked through the crowded streets, garnering strange looks from passersby. The peculiar phenomenon wasn¡¯t due to the wind but rather the side effects of his Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver) skill, another ability he had yet to fully master. Each strand moved as if alive, reacting to his subtle emotions and thoughts. "I hope this isn¡¯t permanent!" Edric thought, exhaling a sigh. "If it is, this might just be one of the worst downsides of any skill I''ve gotten so far." He shook his head, determined to train himself to control both abilities. "This sight thing is basically handcrafted for perverts," Edric mused with some irritation. "Thankfully, I¡¯m no such person!" Edric didn¡¯t consider nudity a big deal. In both his previous life and this one, he¡¯d learned to treat it with indifference. Even so, he resolved to master the skill quickly and turn it off, both out of respect for others and for his own sanity. As for his unruly hair, he pulled a piece of steel wire from his pocket and twisted it into a makeshift ponytail, restraining the strands. Though it looked a bit odd, it would suffice for now. Edric glanced at his reflection in a nearby window and nodded to himself. After today, he decided, he would let his hair grow even longer. In battle, it might serve as a hidden weapon or a surprising tool to overwhelm enemies, especially against unsuspecting foes. With that thought, Edric strode forward, his mind already strategizing how to balance his rapidly growing arsenal of skills and powers. Chapter 32 Golden Knight III Inside the city, Lyria was hard at work, consumed by the responsibilities of managing the territory. The recent war had stretched resources thin. She had sent a significant number of soldiers to the war, leaving her with a depleted garrison. To compensate, she had personally overseen the recruitment and training of young men and women to replenish their ranks. It was a necessary precaution; waiting until the war ended to replace the fallen would only prolong their vulnerability. The task was grueling, and her usual workload had only grown heavier. When word reached her that Edric had returned, her meticulous focus shattered. Without delay, she abandoned her work and hurried to see him. His sudden appearance was nothing short of shocking¡ªhe wasn¡¯t supposed to leave Marquis Windwalker¡¯s territory, where he was meant to remain under strict protection. Yet here he was, back in the city and, to her alarm, without a single guard accompanying him. As she approached, a storm of emotions churned in her heart. Relief at seeing him safe. Frustration at his recklessness. Losing Edric, who probably has at least mythic-level talent, would have been extremely painful. An undercurrent of anger was directed at the Marquis for allowing this to happen. "What was Alaric thinking, letting Edric leave alone?" she fumed silently, though she kept her expression composed. For now, her priority was ensuring her son¡¯s well-being. The questions¡ªand complaints¡ªcould come later. For now, though, all she wanted was to see him with her own eyes. It wasn¡¯t love that motivated her¡ªat least, not the pure, selfless kind. Her concern for Edric stemmed from something more pragmatic. Her future depended on him. If Edric succeeded, she could one day rise far beyond her current station. Perhaps even claim the throne of this kingdom¡ªor the entire island. She alone knew the extent of Edric¡¯s talent. While others underestimated him or failed to see the truth, she was fully aware that his potential surpassed anything ever seen before. The speed at which he advanced, shattering records and expectations, had already proven that much. When Edric entered the room and their eyes met, she felt an unplaceable flicker of emotion. His calm, piercing gaze carried a weight that unsettled her, as if he could see through her every thought and motive. He had changed¡ªthere was no denying it. Edric studied his mother. She hadn¡¯t changed much¡ªstill youthful and beautiful, with vibrant green eyes and fiery red hair that mirrored his own. Their resemblance was undeniable. A faint smile crossed his lips as he said, ¡°Mother, I came back to see my child. I heard Mirelle has given birth.¡± Lyria blinked, momentarily caught off guard. The news itself wasn¡¯t surprising¡ªMirelle had indeed given birth¡ªbut how Edric had learned of it puzzled her. ¡°How do you know, Eddie?¡± she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and cautiousness. Then, softening, she added, ¡°It¡¯s true. She had a girl. Congratulations.¡± Edric¡¯s face lit up with genuine happiness. ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± he said warmly. ¡°I want to see them.¡± But Lyria, still unsettled, pressed him further. ¡°How did you know? How did you find out Mirelle gave birth?¡± Suspicion gnawed at her thoughts. Could Edric have spies within the castle? The idea seemed unlikely, yet the timing of his return left her uneasy. Edric chuckled softly, noticing her unease. ¡°Relax, Mother,¡± he said. ¡°I didn¡¯t know for sure it would be today. I only knew the approximate time, so I came back to be here for it. When I entered the city and saw the celebrations, I put the pieces together.¡± She had, indeed, ordered the city to celebrate the birth the night before. The streets were alive with joy and festivity, and Edric¡¯s reasoning seemed plausible. Finally, she gave a nod. ¡°Follow me,¡± she said. Without hesitation, Edric followed her, eager to meet his daughter¡ªand Mirelle. ... Inside a large room, Mirelle lay on the bed with her newborn resting peacefully beside her. The past months had been a dream for her. She had indulged in her favorite foods, traveled as she pleased, and lived in luxury. Countess Lyria Windwalker had ensured that Mirelle¡ªand the other women bearing Edric¡¯s children¡ªwere treated like royalty. Guarded by soldiers, served by attendants, and provided with ample wealth, they were among the most pampered women in the city. A gentle knock interrupted the tranquility, followed by the appearance of two figures. One was Lyria, as composed and dignified as ever, and the other was Edric himself. Mirelle¡¯s face lit up at the sight of him. She quickly sat upright, her heart racing, and gestured toward the baby lying beside her. ¡°Edric, you¡¯re here!¡± she exclaimed, her voice warm and brimming with pride. ¡°Come, look at our child. Isn¡¯t she beautiful?¡±This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. With great care, she lifted the baby¡ªstill unnamed¡ªinto her arms. Gazing down at the tiny form, her expression softened into one of pure love. The baby¡¯s features were delicate, her presence radiating a quiet sense of wonder. Edric carefully picked up his daughter, cradling her in his arms. The baby was asleep, her face serene and peaceful. Looking down at her, he finally spoke. ¡°Let¡¯s call her Mirelle,¡± he said softly. ¡°After her mother.¡± Traditionally, it was the privilege of high-ranking nobles like Lyria or Marquis Alaric Windwalker to name a newborn. But now that Edric had become a Golden Knight, he no longer felt bound by such formalities. His position, his power¡ªit had all changed. He could forge his own path, make his own choices, free from the expectations of others. And Edric had little attachment to Lyria or Alaric. They belonged to a part of his life he no longer felt connected to. He would name his daughter himself. Lyria, watching quietly, couldn¡¯t hide a flicker of offense. She had expected Edric to consult her. But he didn¡¯t, and though the slight stung, she said nothing. Mirelle, on the other hand, was radiant with joy. ¡°Thank you, my love,¡± she said, her voice filled with emotion. ¡°I¡¯m so happy you named her after me.¡± Her smile was warm, her eyes shining. At that moment, she felt cherished more than the other women who carried Edric¡¯s children. It gave her hope that Edric held her in higher regard than the rest. Edric carefully placed his daughter back into the crib, her tiny form nestled peacefully as she slept. With a quiet sigh, he stepped out into the hallway, leaving the room behind. Lyria followed closely, her surprise evident. She had expected him to linger, to spend more time with Mirelle and his child. Instead, he was leaving so quickly, as if the moment meant little to him. Mirelle, still sitting on the bed, watched him go with a mix of confusion and disappointment. She had hoped for more¡ªa longer visit, perhaps a gesture of connection¡ªbut he was already gone. The only thing he had left behind was the name he had chosen for their child. Her unspoken words lingered in the air. Out in the hall, Edric addressed Lyria in his usual calm, straightforward tone. ¡°Make sure they have everything they need,¡± he said. ¡°They shouldn¡¯t want for anything.¡± Lyria nodded, though irritation flickered beneath her composed expression. ¡°Of course, they will be taken care of,¡± she replied, her voice steady despite the frustration brewing inside her. Edric¡¯s recent actions were beginning to grate on her nerves. First, he hadn¡¯t consulted her when naming the child¡ªa small but significant slight against the traditions of noble families. And now, he was speaking to her as though she were a subordinate. It was a shift in their dynamic she couldn¡¯t ignore. Yes, she would fulfill his requests, but his dismissive tone and disregard for her authority stung. Edric, unaware of her inner turmoil, turned to her again. ¡°What about the others?¡± he asked plainly. ¡°There are more women carrying my children. Mirelle is just one of them.¡± Lyria¡¯s irritation deepened, but she kept her composure. ¡°They¡¯re being looked after as well. Some may give birth in the coming days.¡± Edric nodded, his expression thoughtful. ¡°I can¡¯t stay for all of them,¡± he said. ¡°Name the ones born without consulting me. But please, take the mothers¡¯ wishes into account.¡± Without waiting for a response, he began walking toward the gate, clearly intent on leaving. Lyria¡¯s surprise turned to alarm. His abrupt departure felt wrong¡ªtoo cold, too detached, given the circumstances. ¡°Wait, Edric!¡± she called after him, her voice sharp with urgency. ¡°You can¡¯t just leave! It¡¯s not safe!¡± Edric paused but didn¡¯t turn around. He seemed unaffected by her words. As far as he was concerned, his strength as a Golden Knight made him invincible. Whatever dangers lay ahead, he believed he could handle them. ¡°I¡¯ll be fine, Mother,¡± he said, his tone calm but dismissive. Lyria, however, was not so easily deterred. Raising her hand, she signaled to the guards. ¡°Stop him,¡± she commanded, her voice firm with authority. The guards hesitated for a brief moment before moving to block Edric¡¯s path. Today was the day Edric became a father, a momentous occasion that had prompted Lyria to treat him with uncharacteristic patience. She had gone out of her way to accommodate him, ensuring he could meet his child and smoothing over the disruption caused by his rash decisions. However, if Edric still insisted on leaving after all she had done for him¡ªignoring her efforts and shirking his responsibilities¡ªLyria wouldn¡¯t hesitate to remind him of his manners. Her tolerance had its limits, and some lessons were best learned the hard way. ¡°Marquis Alaric Windwalker allowed you to come here alone, which was irresponsible. I understand you¡¯re a knight now, but there are silver assassins out there who would do anything to harm you. Leaving alone is reckless.¡± she said. She stepped closer, her voice softening slightly as worry seeped through. ¡°Let me get ready. I¡¯ll escort you back to the Marquis¡¯ territory myself¡ªand I¡¯ll demand an explanation from him about why he allowed this.¡± Edric said, ¡°Mom, please don¡¯t do this,¡± he said, his voice firm but earnest. ¡°I didn¡¯t leave Marquis Alaric¡¯s territory with his permission. I¡­ sneaked away.¡± He hesitated before continuing, ¡°I wanted to see my firstborn so badly. The Marquis wouldn¡¯t let me leave, so I came alone.¡± Lyria froze, caught off guard by his confession. She blinked, processing his words. The explanation made sense¡ªshe could hardly imagine the Marquis allowing Edric to leave without security. ¡°If that¡¯s the case,¡± she said, her voice tinged with exasperation, ¡°you¡¯ll need to apologize to Marquis Windwalker. You shouldn¡¯t have defied his orders. He¡¯s only trying to protect you, Edric. It¡¯s for your own good.¡± Lyria turned and began walking toward her room to prepare for the journey. ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± she said firmly. ¡°I¡¯ll speak to him and explain everything.¡± Edric sighed, resigning himself to the situation. He had no choice but to agree; any attempt to argue would only prolong the inevitable. All he could do now was wait for his mother to finish preparing. Of course, as a Golden Knight, he could easily incapacitate the guards and leave the city undetected. However, exposing his true strength over something so trivial was far from worth the risk. It was better to endure this inconvenience and keep his abilities hidden for now. Chapter 33 Golden Knight IV After a long, exhausting journey, they finally arrived at the capital of Marquis Alaric¡¯s territory and entered without issue. As they wandered through the bustling streets, the imposing silhouette of the Marquis¡¯s castle came into view. The structure stood distinct from the rest of the city, its grandeur impossible to ignore. The castle was unique in its design. Unlike typical fortresses, it was more than just a military stronghold¡ªit was a self-contained city within the city. Within its walls were houses, shops, and a population composed of far more than soldiers. It functioned as a community of its own, vibrant and full of life. This unconventional layout was born from history. The castle had been constructed centuries ago, its walls imbued with ancient magical formations and built from enchanted materials. Altering it was impossible. As the years passed and the population grew, people began settling outside the castle walls, drawn by its reputation for safety. Eventually, those outside the castle built their own walls for protection, forming the strange layered city that exists today. As Lyria and Edric approached the castle gates, the guards immediately recognized them. Lyria¡¯s insignia marked her authority, and Edric¡¯s appearance, despite slight changes, was familiar to them. Though his hair was now tightly tied back to control its unpredictable nature¡ªa precaution given his lack of full mastery¡ªEdric had spent months living in the castle. He was not easily forgotten. The guards bowed respectfully, allowing the pair to pass without hesitation. ... Lyria and Edric moved swiftly toward the Marquis¡¯s private chambers inside the grand halls. The heavy oak doors creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the faint scent of ink and parchment. Documents were scattered across the expansive desk, and Marquis Alaric Weinbacher sat behind it, his sharp eyes lifting as their presence filled the room. The Marquis was a man consumed by the war in Daekwind territory. Every hour, he issued commands and corresponded with allies and enemies alike. Despite his workload, the news of Edric¡¯s return had reached him earlier. For this, he had temporarily set aside his duties to hear them out. Lyria stepped forward gracefully and bowed slightly. ¡°My lord,¡± she began, her voice calm and measured. ¡°I apologize for the disturbance. Edric, in his eagerness to see his newborn child, left without authorization. He is here to offer his apologies.¡± Edric stood silently behind her, his expression unreadable. Though his rank as a Golden Knight placed him above such formalities, he had chosen to come. To him, an apology was a minor inconvenience¡ªinsignificant compared to the importance of preserving his secret. Breaking through to the Golden rank at the unprecedented age of sixteen was not something he could explain. If word of his rapid ascension spread, it would undoubtedly attract unwanted attention. The fear of being hunted by higher-ranked knights¡ªor even Ultra-rank knights from the Flicker Empire¡ªwas ever-present. Edric had even considered faking his own death and adopting a new identity to ensure the secret remained buried forever. For now, though, the act of making amends was a small price to pay for the silence he desperately needed. The Marquis leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as his eyes flicked between Edric and Lyria. After a long, tense pause, he finally spoke, his voice calm but imbued with an unmistakable authority. ¡°Edric,¡± he began, ¡°if you felt such urgency to see the child, you should have come to me directly. Running off without informing anyone was reckless. It put not only you but the entire family at unnecessary risk.¡± Edric clenched his jaw, biting back the words that sprang to mind. He had asked for permission to leave¡ªonly to be summarily denied. Still, voicing his frustration now would only escalate the situation into unnecessary drama, and that was the last thing he needed. Instead, he kept his silence, his expression carefully neutral. The Marquis shifted his sharp gaze to Lyria, his eyes narrowing as though to emphasize the gravity of the matter. ¡°That said,¡± he continued, his tone softening slightly, ¡°I understand the bond a father feels toward his child. This time, I will not hold it against him.¡± Edric bowed his head, silently accepting the words without protest. Lyria, sensing the atmosphere beginning to ease, allowed a small breath of relief to escape her lips. ¡°Thank you, my lord,¡± she said smoothly, inclining her head. ¡°Edric will not act so impulsively again.¡± The Marquis leaned forward then, his elbows resting on the desk as his piercing gaze focused entirely on Edric. For a moment, his expression seemed to shift¡ªcuriosity flickering behind the stern exterior.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. ¡°I understand your reasons for leaving,¡± he said, his voice now slower, more deliberate. ¡°But there is one thing that remains unclear to me.¡± ¡°How did you manage it? How did someone¡ªan ordinary man, who was not even a knight¡ªescape from this castle without raising so much as a whisper? It defies all logic.¡± Edric held the Marquis¡¯s gaze steadily, his composure unshaken despite the probing question. He took a slow, deliberate breath before replying, his voice calm but resolute. ¡°My lord,¡± he said, the weight of his words filling the room, ¡°I am no longer an ordinary man. I made my breakthrough a week ago. I am a knight now.¡± A silence thicker than stone walls descended upon the chamber. The Marquis¡¯s sharp eyes widened ever so slightly, the rare expression of genuine surprise breaking through his normally stoic demeanor. ¡°You¡¯ve¡­ broken through?¡± he repeated, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic note of astonishment. It was as though he needed to hear the words again to believe them. ¡°To become a knight¡­?¡± Edric nodded, his expression calm. ¡°Yes, my lord. The breakthrough came after months of effort. I had been teetering on the edge for some time.¡± In Marquis''s view, Edric¡¯s achievement defied logic. Over the months, he had observed him closely. Not once had he seen Edric partake in knight training¡ªnot even the most basic drills. For someone to break through without rigorous practice was nothing short of ridiculous. No, it was more than that. It suggested a level of knight talent that bordered on the Mythic. Lyria, too, had achieved her breakthrough at a young age, but her case was entirely different. She was known as a relentless worker, dedicating countless hours to her training and refining her technique with unwavering determination. On the other hand, Edric spent most of his time in the library, immersed in books about mages and magical theory¡ªa pursuit the Marquis had dismissed as a hobby. After all, Edric¡¯s aptitude for magic was so poor that pursuing it seemed like a waste of time. Over the past few months, the Marquis had grown increasingly frustrated with Edric. He¡¯d written him off as lazy, squandering his potential by refusing to train, wield a sword, or engage in any activity that would strengthen him as a knight. The Marquis hadn¡¯t expected Edric to achieve a breakthrough until well past his twenty-fifth year. Running a hand through his hair, the Marquis let out a slow breath, as if trying to steady himself. His gaze softened, though disbelief still lingered in his tone. ¡°I¡¯ve been watching you these past months, Edric,¡± he admitted. ¡°You spent your days buried in books while I grew increasingly frustrated. It seemed like you were wasting your time¡ªneglecting your training and refusing to hone your skills. And yet¡­¡± His voice faltered, a note of awe slipping through. ¡°Despite all of that, you¡¯ve broken through!¡± Edric inclined his head slightly, a faint smile flickering across his face. ¡°My breakthrough came shortly after I had an epiphany while reading a book on the internal energy of knights,¡± he explained. ¡°It was nothing more than a stroke of good luck that worked in my favor.¡± The Marquis stared at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. ¡°Luck, you say¡­¡± he murmured, his voice trailing off as his thoughts churned. Yet, in his mind, he dismissed the explanation almost immediately. He had experienced his fair share of epiphanies over the years¡ªmoments of clarity that had promised great leaps in understanding. And still, none had ever propelled him into a breakthrough. Epiphanies were often exaggerated in the tales of knights and legends. They were not the miraculous catalysts people made them out to be. ¡°In any event,¡± the Marquis said, his tone shifting to one of stern concern, ¡°from now on, you must seek permission before leaving the castle. Many people would want to kill you, Edric. This is not just about your safety¡ªit¡¯s about the future of our family.¡± Edric could see the genuine worry in the Marquis¡¯s eyes, though it did little to lighten his mood. ¡°And as for your punishment,¡± the Marquis continued, his expression hardening, ¡°you are to double your efforts in fulfilling your role in enriching the family.¡± Edric¡¯s lips twitched, but he said nothing rude. He understood the underlying message. With talent like his¡ªpossibly mythic from Marquis''s perspective¡ªhis value wasn¡¯t just in his strength but in the potential of his bloodline. Any child he fathered had a faint chance to inherit an extraordinary knight talent, and the Marquis was all too aware of this. Edric suspected he¡¯d have been confined and treated as little more than a tool to produce future generations of prodigies if it wasn''t for Lyria''s backing. Fortunately, such measures weren¡¯t feasible under the current circumstances. ¡°I understand,¡± Edric said with a resigned sigh. ¡°I¡¯ll do what I can to revitalize the family.¡± A satisfied smile spread across the Marquis¡¯s face. ¡°Good. Rest well tonight¡ªtomorrow morning, two girls will be sent to your room.¡± Beside him, Lyria remained silent but offered no resistance to the Marquis¡¯s decree. In truth, she agreed with the idea of strengthening the family¡¯s talent pool, even if the methods left something to be desired. The meeting concluded, and the pair left the room. Lyria soon departed the castle to attend to her own affairs, while Edric returned to his quarters. ... Seated on the edge of his bed, Edric¡¯s mind wandered. Now that he had reached the rank of Golden Knight, he enjoyed far greater freedom than before. He was already formulating plans to sneak out again¡ªthis time, to explore the world beyond the castle walls. The ongoing war in the Darkwind family territory intrigued him, and he yearned to see it up close. As for whether Marquis Alaric would be furious at his disappearance? Edric couldn¡¯t bring himself to care. While he refrained from complaining openly, the truth was clear: the Marquis saw him as little more than a tool for the family¡¯s future. A ¡°baby-making machine,¡± as Edric had bitterly thought more than once. For that reason, he had no qualms about defying the man¡¯s authority or enraging him when necessary. Chapter 34 Golden Knight V How easy is it for a golden knight to sneak away from a heavily guarded castle like Marquis Alaric Windwalker¡¯s? The answer is that it¡¯s almost effortless. Marquis Alaric Windwalker¡¯s castle was a masterpiece of magical craftsmanship, fortified with intricate formations capable of repelling entire groups of silver knights. Yet, for all its grandeur, it had one glaring flaw¡ªits defenses were designed to keep intruders out, not to prevent escape. The formations, while formidable, couldn¡¯t hinder those who wanted to leave. Even an ordinary person with enough cunning, a ladder, or a lucky opportunity at the gates could slip away unnoticed. For a knight, especially one skilled in scaling walls and leaping from great heights, the task was child¡¯s play. And for a golden knight? The formations and walls might as well not exist. Furthermore, the magic barriers, calibrated to detect and repel threats at the silver level, were powerless against the raw energy of a golden knight. Either they wouldn¡¯t detect him at all, or they¡¯d shatter under the overwhelming force of his internal energy. This made Edric¡¯s task laughably simple. ... Edric¡ªa golden knight of extraordinary skill¡ªprepared his quiet escape. Moving unseen through shadowed halls, he avoided the patrolling guards, and when the time came, he scaled the wall with the ease of a bird taking flight. Once outside the castle¡¯s perimeter and in a quiet place, he retrieved a map from his satchel, identified his destination, and activated Eagle¡¯s Wings, a spell that allowed him to take to the skies. Although Edric could run faster than most creatures on foot, flight offered unparalleled convenience. It was one area where mages had a clear advantage over knights. A silver-level mage¡¯s transportation methods were often more efficient than those of even a golden knight. Knights, of course, had their own means of taking to the air. A golden knight could leap incredible distances and use artificial wings or mechanical devices to glide. There were also magical artifacts that enabled flight, but none of these could compare to the flexibility of a mage''s spells. After all, a knight¡¯s internal energy¡ªno matter how immense¡ªcouldn¡¯t cast spells. Only mana could. Likewise, mana was limited in its own way. It couldn¡¯t directly enhance physical combat. Pouring mana into a sword wouldn¡¯t create a powerful strike, nor could it amplify strength the way a knight¡¯s internal energy could. The two energies¡ªmana and internal energy¡ªwere fundamentally different, each with distinct uses. Mana excelled in versatility and creativity, while internal energy dominated the realm of raw power and physical enhancement. Edric had read of an ancient technique that supposedly allowed the fusion of mana and internal energy to create a higher form of power. However, the books provided by the Marquis were vague and fragmented, offering no concrete steps or insight into how this could be achieved. It was an intriguing possibility, but it remained little more than a tantalizing mystery for now. ... Kaelith lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts tangled in a web of uncertainty. Sleep eluded him, as it had for several nights now. Every decision he made felt like walking on a razor¡¯s edge, where a single misstep could mean the difference between life and death. ¡°Will Alaric try to outmanoeuvre me?¡± he wondered, his brow furrowed. The lack of reliable information gnawed at him. Most of the spy networks in Windwalker territory were controlled by Valdrin, leaving Kaelith blind to Alaric¡¯s movements and intentions. This made predicting Alaric¡¯s plans nearly impossible, a frustrating handicap in a game where even the smallest advantage could tip the scales. Currently, Alaric¡¯s envoys were in negotiations over future trade treaties, but that process was painstakingly slow. Time was slipping through Kaelith¡¯s fingers like grains of sand, and he couldn¡¯t decide whether to allow the talks to continue or to send the envoys packing and prepare for an immediate assault on Windwalker¡¯s army. ¡°Hello,¡± a voice suddenly broke the silence. Kaelith froze. ¡°Hmm?¡± His eyes darted around the dimly lit room. ¡°Did I hear something?¡± ¡°Here!¡± the voice came again, clearer this time. Kaelith¡¯s heart raced. He sprang to his feet, snatching his sword from beside the bed. ¡°Show yourself!¡± he bellowed, his voice loud enough to echo through the entire wing of the manor. He hoped the noise would alert the guards.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. A figure stepped forward from the shadows¡ªa man with fiery red hair, piercing green eyes that seemed to glow, and a face etched with the deep lines of age. Kaelith¡¯s breath hitched in his throat. He had just scanned the room moments ago and seen nothing. The intruder must have used some form of magical concealment. ¡°I¡¯ve already dealt with the guards outside,¡± the old man said calmly, his voice tinged with menace. ¡°No one is coming to save you.¡± As he spoke, he released a faint golden aura that shimmered around his body like a flame barely restrained. Kaelith¡¯s body reacted before his mind could process what he was seeing. His hair stood on end, his breathing faltered, and all color drained from his face, leaving him pale as parchment. His hand trembled, the sword slipping from his grasp and clattering to the ground. His wide eyes were fixed on the glowing aura, a single phrase escaping his lips in a trembling whisper. ¡°G-Golden K-Knight¡­¡± He collapsed to his knees, his body betraying his overwhelming fear. The sheer power radiating from a golden knight was enough to render even the bravest warriors helpless. Golden knights were the cornerstone of any duke-level family¡¯s strength and influence. Without them, such families would crumble under the weight of their rivals. To face one as a mere silver knight was to stare death in the face with no hope of survival. Kaelith knew this all too well. He had no chance. If this golden knight had come with the intent to kill, there was nothing he could do to resist. The sheer power radiating from that tiny release of golden internal energy was enough to make Kaelith¡¯s knees buckle. His vision blurred for a moment, and he nearly fainted on the spot. Never before had he encountered a golden knight, and not even in his darkest nightmares had he imagined the difference in strength would be so insurmountable. Standing before the old man, Kaelith felt as though an entire mountain had been placed on his back. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, but he couldn¡¯t move. The ¡®old man,¡¯ of course, was Edric. Using the skill, Flesh Control (White) to alter his facial features, he had taken on the appearance of an old man. He hadn¡¯t bothered to change his hair or eye color; after all, who would suspect that this ¡°elderly golden knight¡± was actually a fifteen-year-old boy from the Windwalker family? ¡°Get up,¡± Edric commanded, withdrawing his golden internal energy. He hadn¡¯t expected such a dramatic reaction from a silver knight and found it mildly amusing. Kaelith, still trembling, struggled to his feet, his head bowed in submission. ¡°I came here to make a deal,¡± Edric stated plainly. Kaelith¡¯s mind raced with confusion and suspicion. Why would a golden knight¡ªone of the kingdom¡¯s most powerful figures¡ªpersonally come to negotiate with him? What could he possibly have that would warrant such attention? He couldn''t shake the thought. Lands granted to marquis-level nobles like his father rarely held resources that could interest a golden knight. Areas with valuable assets¡ªhigh-ranking metals for forging swords, energy crystal mines, magic stone deposits, or fertile soil for cultivating magical plants¡ªwere always reserved for duke-level families or claimed directly by the royal family. There was simply no logical reason for a golden knight to concern himself with a marquis''s territory. ¡°Esteemed golden knight master, please let me know what your honor desires,¡± Kaelith said, forcing his trembling voice to remain steady. Deep down, he knew he had no real choice in the matter. This wasn¡¯t a negotiation; it was a command dressed as a deal. If he refused, there was nothing stopping the old man from killing him on the spot. Although the kingdom had laws designed to curb abuses of power, Kaelith was under no illusions. Laws were little more than guidelines when it came to the strong. A golden knight wasn¡¯t bound by such trivialities. Kaelith clenched his fists, feeling the weight of his helplessness. Golden knights weren¡¯t entirely free to act as they pleased; they still had to tread carefully to avoid offending others of their rank. But Kaelith knew the truth¡ªhis death would mean nothing to any other golden knight. With that grim realization settling in his heart, Kaelith lowered his head further and awaited the golden knight¡¯s reply. The old man spoke with a calm yet commanding tone, ¡°I will help you become the Marquis of the Darkwind family. In return, you must obey my every command.¡± Hearing this, Kaelith bowed deeply, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and resignation. ¡°That is a given, my esteemed master! I will do all your honor desires without question!¡± Kaelith was loyal to the Darkwind family. He wasn¡¯t the sort of person who would sell out his family¡¯s land or independence for personal gain. But he wasn¡¯t a fool either. In the face of absolute power, resistance would bring only destruction, not salvation. What troubled him most was the mystery surrounding the old man. Kaelith had no clue where this golden knight had come from. The Bloodstone Kingdom did have laws governing even golden knights. They were not supposed to kill high-ranking nobles without justification. But Kaelith knew such laws were only as strong as the golden knights willing to enforce them. More importantly, finding a pretext for killing someone like him was far too easy. Edric nodded, a faint smile on his face. ¡°Valdrin will die in five days. Come to the capital then, and I will help you secure the title of Marquis.¡± Then, his expression darkened, his green eyes gleaming coldly. ¡°You are not allowed to divulge any information about me to anyone. Is that clear?¡± Kaelith felt a chill run down his spine; he said, "Absolutely!" Edric had taken every precaution to conceal his identity. Yet, even so, he couldn¡¯t afford any loose ends. Should his presence be discovered, it might provoke an investigation by the king. While Edric doubted anyone could find him, he knew better than to underestimate the magical tools or cunning strategies at the kingdom¡¯s disposal. To him, the risk was worth it. Securing control over the Darkwind family was critical for his plans. With such a powerful noble house under his command, many things would become more straightforward¡ªacquiring rare magical tomes, hiring assassins, or faking his death when needed. With a final glance at the kneeling Kaelith, Edric disappeared into the night. His destination was clear: Valdrin¡¯s territory. It was time to eliminate the current De Facto Marquis. Chapter 35 Golden Knight VI Looking at the castle before him, Edric mused, "The Darkwind family is stronger, more populous, and wealthier than the Windwalker family. Back then, when the two families split, the Darkwind family inherited nearly everything¡ªexcept for one crucial thing: the Windwalker Castle." "Compared to Windwalker Castle, this one is utterly inferior!" Edric thought, a trace of contempt flickering in his eyes. The Darkwind Castle¡ªhome to the Marquis of Darkwind, Rhaegor, and his son, Valdrin, was impressive by ordinary standards. Yet, when measured against Windwalker Castle, it fell short in every aspect. Based on Edric¡¯s estimation, its defenses could withstand at most two or three simultaneous attacks from Silver Knights. Its magical formations were crude, its walls lacked the imposing sturdiness of Windwalker Castle, and for someone of his strength¡ªa Golden Knight¡ªit was laughably easy to infiltrate. In fact, he didn¡¯t even need to break in; he could slip inside unnoticed without the slightest effort. Even the masterfully crafted Windwalker Castle might struggle to detect a Golden Knight, let alone the far weaker Darkwind Castle. "Having the power of a Golden Knight makes everything so effortless. Just imagine how easy my life will be once I ascend to a Legendary Knight!" Edric thought to himself. At present, he had to remain hidden, guarding his secrets closely. But once he reached the ranks of Legendary, Mythic, or even Ultra Knight, the need for caution would diminish. In time, he would become so powerful that secrecy wouldn¡¯t matter¡ªbecause no one would be capable of opposing him. "But that time is still far away," Edric reminded himself. Achieving the rank of Legendary Knight alone would take years. Mythic Knight? Perhaps a decade or more. As for Ultra Knight? It could take a century. Unless he found a way to enhance his cheat system to provide more than 1,000 XP points per day, he was destined to wait long years before reaching that level of power. That timeline didn¡¯t even take talent into account. Edric''s current talent was at the Legendary level¡ªexceptional compared to most people. However, once he broke through to Mythic, that same Legendary talent would become a hindrance. For ordinary people, advancing without the required talent was nearly impossible. This restriction didn¡¯t apply to Edric, as he had the system, which allowed him to increase his rank using XP. If he advanced to Mythic while still having Legendary talent, he would be weak for his rank. If he reached Ultra with only Legendary talent, he would be the weakest Ultra Knight in history. And if he somehow managed to break through to Super with the same talent, the power gap compared to other super knights would be so vast that he might be killed with a single strike. While the system¡¯s ability to forcibly increase his rank was undoubtedly overpowered, it came with a major flaw¡ªit left him significantly weaker than others at his level. A prime example was his current situation as a Silver Mage. Despite his rank, he could only cast two spells with an acceptable level of success: one for flight and one for healing. He had failed to learn any additional spells simply because his talent was below his rank, making the comprehension of Silver-tier magic extremely slow and difficult. Even the two spells he had managed to learn were far from efficient. His Eagle¡¯s Wings spell, for instance, took nearly two minutes to cast¡ªutterly useless in emergencies where he needed to fly away instantly. It could only be used in situations where he had ample time to prepare. The issue of talent would only become more severe once he broke through to Golden Mage. With his Average talent, he wouldn¡¯t be able to learn a single Golden-tier spell without practicing and studying for years¡ªperhaps even decades. The only real advantage of reaching Golden Mage Rank was the massive increase in his mana reserves, allowing him to cast significantly more Silver-tier spells. Additionally, once he advanced to Golden Mage, the difficulty of learning Silver-tier spells would decrease drastically. Because of these issues, Edric had been uncertain about his future path. He had two choices: The first was to completely ignore talent and break through ranks as soon as possible. This approach would make him the weakest among those of his rank, but he would still have an undeniable advantage¡ªhe would always be able to defeat anyone below his rank. As a Super Knight, he could overpower any Ultra Knight, regardless of his talent.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. However, this path had significant downsides. His peers would constantly look down on him due to his weak combat ability within his own realm. He would struggle to learn advanced techniques, his skills as a knight would remain underdeveloped, and his battle instincts would be inferior to those who took their time mastering their ranks. The second option was to completely disregard talent, focusing solely on knight training. This way, he could grow as strong as possible in the shortest amount of time. His other major dilemma was whether to continue advancing his mage cultivation alongside his knight training. He had already decided to break through and become a Golden Mage once he accumulated enough XP, but beyond that, he was leaning toward halting his mage progression and focusing entirely on his knight training. Pursuing both paths simultaneously would divide his attention and delay his breakthroughs¡ªsomething he knew was far from ideal. Putting aside these thoughts, Edric took out a book¡ªa Silver-rank spellbook he had received from Marquis Windwalker. He flipped through the pages until he found the section detailing the Mobile Invisibility spell. At his current level, he couldn¡¯t cast this spell without the book. Each time he attempted it, he had to carefully review the spell¡¯s details to increase his chances of success. This was the drawback of poor talent¡ªit took him far longer to cast spells skillfully, and without the book, his success rate would be even lower. Closing his eyes, Edric focused. Two minutes passed as mana flowed through his body. His form began to blur, gradually fading into invisibility. Just as he was about to disappear completely, the mana within the spell formation suddenly leaked out. With a sharp cracking sound, the spell collapsed. His body became fully visible again. Failure. A backlash surged through him, but he barely felt it. Fortunately, as a Golden Knight, his body was far too resilient for a Silver-rank spell failure to cause any real harm. If he had been a mage without knight training, however, the backlash would have severely injured him¡ªpossibly leaving him bedridden for weeks before he could attempt another spell. This was yet another advantage of training as both a knight and a mage. Even if he failed a spell, he could usually ignore the consequences. Of course, if he ever failed while casting a Golden-rank spell, the backlash would be far more severe. Mages without knight cultivation had their own methods to mitigate the backlash from failed spells, but Edric didn¡¯t need them. His body was strong enough to withstand it without any assistance. Edric didn¡¯t dwell on the failure. Without hesitation, he began casting the spell again. On his third attempt, he finally succeeded. His body vanished completely. Without wasting time, he followed up by casting Eagle¡¯s Wings. A pair of spectral wings appeared on his back¡ªcompletely invisible, just like his body. "With both spells active at the same time, my mana will run out in just ten minutes!" Edric sighed, frustrated by his pitifully low mana reserves. He hadn¡¯t even cast a powerful spell, yet his mana was draining at an alarming rate. This was another drawback of having poor talent¡ªnot only were his mana reserves smaller, but the spells he cast were also far less efficient. As a result, his spells consumed significantly more mana than they should have. "Once I break through to Golden Mage, I¡¯ll finally be able to use Silver-rank spells without worrying so much!" Edric thought as he flew through the sky. Golden-level mana was far more concentrated and potent. Once he advanced, he could finally cast Silver-rank spells without hesitation or excessive mana consumption. The reason he had chosen to use both Eagle¡¯s Wings and Invisibility was simple¡ªwhile the Darkwind Castle¡¯s magical formation wouldn¡¯t be able to detect him, people had eyes. If he remained visible, even an ordinary soldier could spot him. With Invisibility, he could fly undetected, slip into the city unseen, and assassinate Valdrin without anyone realizing what had happened. ... There were spells capable of locating a target, but they posed several problems. First, Edric¡¯s mana reserves were too low to cast them repeatedly. Second, he needed intense concentration to cast spells he wasn¡¯t fully familiar with, and time was a luxury he didn¡¯t have. Third, due to his low talent, he would likely fail multiple times before successfully casting such a spell. And finally, only the most complex and advanced Silver-rank detection spells could track someone like Valdrin, who was also at Silver-rank¡ªspells Edric couldn¡¯t hope to cast without years of study and practice. In short, he had no choice but to locate Valdrin the old-fashioned way. "He¡¯s probably in that building." Edric narrowed his eyes. At a single glance, he made an educated guess about Valdrin¡¯s residence. It was an enormous structure, built from gleaming white marble. Its sheer size and prime location at the heart of the city made it stand out prominently. Among the countless buildings in this city of hundreds of thousands, it was one of¡ªif not the¡ªmost beautiful and imposing. From his elevated vantage point, Edric¡¯s exceptional eyesight made spotting it easy. Flapping his wings, he descended. Two seconds later, he landed silently on the roof of the grand marble estate. Chapter 36 Golden Knight VII Valdrin sat on a chair in his room, leaning back, lost in thought about the future.
Not long ago, the Windwalker family had proposed a deal to eliminate his brother, Kaelith. The agreement undeniably benefited him¡ªit guaranteed his complete control over the Darkwind family. His brother would be eliminated, and his territory would be divided. However, this very point posed a significant problem. The land Kaelith controlled wasn''t just his; it was part of the Darkwind family''s domain. Having it split among the Windwalker family meant a direct loss of power and influence. To make matters worse, another clause in the deal stated that any territory the Windwalker family conquered during this time wouldn¡¯t be fully returned to the Darkwind family. Instead, it would be subject to negotiations, leaving its fate uncertain. After everything was said and done, the Darkwind family would be significantly weaker, and he knew it. The agreement required him to send his army to attack his brother, Kaelith, from behind, while the Windwalker family would strike from the front, crippling his brother¡¯s forces. But that wasn¡¯t the only part of the plan. Valdrin was already aware that the Windwalker family had hired assassins¡ªkillers who would target Kaelith and the nobles supporting him, creating chaos and preventing his brother from organizing a proper counterattack. On the surface, everything seemed well-planned. However, despite his own selfish ambitions, Valdrin was reluctant to surrender so much territory. He had spent two days weighing his options, but time was running out. In the end, he leaned toward accepting the deal, though he intended to renegotiate certain terms. His ideal arrangement was to concede only half of the Windwalker family''s conquests, forcing them to return the rest. Additionally, he was unwilling to let them seize any further land from the Darkwind family. Unfortunately, his attempts at negotiation were met with outright rejection. Over the past two days, Alaric, the Marquis of the Windwalker family, had made it clear through his representative that there would be no compromise. It was an all-or-nothing offer. This deadlock was the reason for Valdrin¡¯s frustration. He was unwilling to fully submit to their terms, while Marquis Alaric had no interest in negotiating in good faith. Valdrin mulled over his options. "I should just agree to this," he thought. "If I refuse, my chances of inheriting the title of Marquis will shrink. My father won¡¯t live much longer, and once he dies, I¡¯ll lose a significant amount of power and legitimacy. Agreeing to the deal might cost me territory, but at least I¡¯ll secure my rightful title." For Valdrin, personal gain outweighed everything else. His family¡¯s fate was secondary¡ªinsignificant, even. Losing some land wouldn¡¯t cripple the Darkwind family. By his calculations, they would forfeit about a quarter of their territory, but much of it was sparsely populated. The loss would account for less than 10% of the family¡¯s population, under 8% of its mineral resources, and roughly 15% of its farmland¡ªan acceptable sacrifice. Most of the ceded land consisted of forests¡ªvaluable, but not assets nobles truly cared about. Their priorities lay in cities, fertile farmland, mines, castles, and other strategic locations. Having settled the matter in his mind, Valdrin stood up and summoned a servant. "Bring someone to me," he ordered. While Valdrin wasn¡¯t exactly a playboy, he did indulge himself from time to time as a way to clear his mind. His servant bowed upon hearing the request and left the room. A minute later, the door swung open, and someone stepped inside. Valdrin frowned. Usually, everyone was required to knock before entering. The only exceptions were in cases of extreme urgency. His curiosity quickly turned to alarm. As he turned to look, he immediately stood up from his chair, drawing his weapon. The intruder was an old man¡ªred-haired, wrinkled, and sharp-eyed, with an aura that radiated pure menace. "Who are you?" Valdrin demanded. The old man smirked. "You''re already dead," he said. "But since you asked, let me introduce myself¡ªI am your murderer." Valdrin¡¯s blood ran cold. His face turned pale as he registered the sheer presence of the man before him. A golden glow shimmered faintly around the stranger¡¯s body, his aura suffocating.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. "A¡­ Golden Knight?" Valdrin¡¯s thoughts raced in panic. He tightened his grip on his weapon and stammered, "Wait¡­ wait! I haven''t done anything to you!" The old man, Edric, sneered. "Of course, you haven¡¯t wronged me personally," he said. "But you sent assassins after me." Valdrin blinked in confusion. "Assassins?" He had no idea what the old man was talking about. Valdrin shouted in desperation, "No! I haven¡¯t! I would never dare to send assassins after a Golden Knight! Please, I¡¯ll do anything¡ªwait!" But Edric offered no explanation. Without hesitation, he unsheathed his sword and struck. The blade moved with terrifying speed, slicing Valdrin clean in two. He didn¡¯t even have time to react. Though Valdrin was a Silver Knight, he was far from an exceptional one. Had he been a more skilled Silver Knight, he might have at least attempted to block the attack. Of course, it would have been futile¡ªEdric¡¯s sword was of golden rank, capable of cutting through any silver-rank weapon with ease. The gap between Silver and Golden Knights was immense. Even ten highly skilled Silver Knights working together would only be able to put minimal pressure on a Golden Knight. To truly restrain a Golden Knight¡ªone who wasn¡¯t particularly skilled¡ªit would take at least twenty-five well-trained Silver Knights. In the end, Valdrin¡¯s struggles meant nothing. Against a Golden Knight like Edric, he never stood a chance. Valdrin''s body, now severed in two, collapsed onto the floor. His limbs twitched for a few moments, and though his upper body retained a flicker of consciousness, it wasn''t long before the light faded from his eyes. Edric stepped forward, careful to avoid the growing pool of blood. The floor was drenched in crimson, but he paid it no mind. His gaze swept across the room, searching for anything of value. There was little worth taking¡ªexcept for one thing. Valdrin¡¯s sword, a finely crafted silver-grade weapon, lay untouched. He hadn¡¯t even managed to lift it before death claimed him. Since the blade remained unscathed, Edric took it. Along with a handful of gold coins scattered about, he pocketed his spoils. Though not particularly valuable, gold was always useful. Without wasting any more time, he left the room. Moving swiftly through the building, he ascended to the roof, where he once again cast Eagle¡¯s Wings. A moment later, he soared into the sky, disappearing into the night. ... Valdrin was dead¡ªassassinated without anyone even noticing. His body was discovered just minutes later when his servant arrived with his favorite girl, expecting to entertain him for the night. The moment they saw the gruesome scene, both screamed and fled in terror. His death was the final nail in the coffin for the war. With Valdrin gone, his forces were left leaderless. His father, Rhaegor¡ªthe current Marquis¡ªwas in no condition to take command. Drugged into a near-constant stupor, he was rarely lucid and incapable of issuing orders. To make matters worse, just a day after Valdrin¡¯s assassination, Kaelith launched an attack on Darkwind City. With their commander dead and no one to replace him, Valdrin¡¯s forces crumbled without a fight. The city surrendered immediately. Kaelith entered Darkwind City without spilling a drop of blood. Many of its residents welcomed him with open arms. Unlike Valdrin, who had done little to aid them, Kaelith had always been a champion of the common people. He had fought relentlessly against the Windwalker family, earning their admiration. Meanwhile, Valdrin¡¯s neglect and selfishness had turned him into a hated figure. With no resistance, Kaelith assumed control over the domain. Though he had yet to officially claim the title of Marquis¡ªsince Rhaegor was still alive¡ªhe now held all the real power. Kaelith wasted no time in reversing his brother¡¯s policies. He immediately reinstated the nobles whom Valdrin had stripped of their positions, restoring stability to the Darkwind family. With the entirety of the family''s power now in his hands, he issued a stern warning to the Windwalker family¡ªretreat immediately, or face total war. If they refused, he would not stop at merely reclaiming the land they had taken; he would push beyond the borders and crush them completely. Unlike Valdrin, who had remained passive, Kaelith was determined to change the course of the conflict. However, he also offered a path to peace. If the Windwalker family withdrew immediately, he would forgive everything, letting go of the bloodshed that had taken so many lives. One reason Kaelith was willing to let go of vengeance was a discovery he made after taking control of Darkwind Castle. He learned that it had been Valdrin¡ªhis own brother¡ªwho had ordered the slaughter of civilians, pinning the blame on the Windwalker family to paint them as monsters. In reality, they hadn¡¯t committed nearly as many atrocities as people believed. Though Kaelith despised what his brother had done, he chose to keep the truth hidden. Valdrin may have been evil, but he was still family, and Kaelith refused to tarnish the Darkwind name further. But in his heart, he knew¡ªhe could not seek revenge against the Windwalker family for crimes his brother had orchestrated. Marquis Alaric Windwalker, stunned by the sudden turn of events, had no choice but to accept the ultimatum. Fighting a fractured Darkwind family had been one thing, but now that Kaelith had unified them, a war would only end in disaster. Understanding this, he ordered a full retreat, pulling his troops back to Windwalker territory. With the enemy gone, Kaelith wasted no time reclaiming Darkwind lands. He retook the castles, secured the borders, and, in an act of goodwill, opened the family treasury to aid those who had suffered. He promised to rebuild homes, restore livelihoods, and ensure the people could return to normal life. Though his father, Rhaegor, was still alive, everyone knew the truth¡ªKaelith was now the real leader of the Darkwind family. The only thing preventing him from officially inheriting the title of Marquis was his father¡¯s lingering existence, but that was nothing more than a formality. In the eyes of the people, the Darkwind family already had a new ruler. Chapter 37 Secrets I
Marquis Windwalker sat quietly in the conference room, listening intently as his subordinates discussed the bizarre situation with Valdrin. He remained silent, absorbing every word as they struggled to explain the chaotic turn of events.
Everything that had unfolded over the past few days was utterly baffling, entirely beyond the wildest predictions of even the most seasoned strategists. No matter how carefully one plans, circumstances can shift instantly, and that was precisely what happened here.
According to the intelligence gathered, Valdrin had been assassinated without warning, with no clear explanation or indication leading up to it. Then, just a day after his death¡ªbefore anyone had a chance to react¡ªKaelith launched a full-scale assault on Darkwind City and swiftly seized control. The city¡¯s guards offered no resistance; they simply surrendered without a fight. Windwalker''s army had no time to react at all; if they had, perhaps they could have found a new leader to take Valdrin''s place. Unfortunately, everything had unfolded so quickly that it was impossible to act in time. Valdrin''s death was officially reported as a heart attack, but anyone in a position of power or with access to intelligence knew the truth¡ªit was an assassination. And all the signs pointed directly to Kaelith''s involvement. The evidence was undeniable. Kaelith''s army attacked just a day after Valdrin''s death. The timing was too perfect to be accidental. Officially, Kaelith claimed that he had gathered his army for one final battle and would have attacked regardless, but very few believed him¡ªit was simply too convenient. However, assassinating Valdrin inside his own castle was no small feat. While Darkwind Castle wasn¡¯t as formidable as Windwalker Castle, it was still robust enough to withstand an attack from three Silver Knights at once. Sneaking past its magical defenses undetected should have been impossible. There were four plausible possibilities.
The first possibility was that the assassins possessed specialized equipment to break or nullify the magical formation or knew of a weakness in it that allowed them to infiltrate. The second, somewhat realistic, possibility was that an assassin beyond Silver rank had taken action, infiltrated the castle, and killed Valdrin. The third, and perhaps most likely, possibility was that Valdrin¡¯s own subordinates had betrayed him and carried out the assassination. The fourth, barely plausible possibility, was that Kaelith, for some reason, had left the castle and been assassinated outside, with his body then returned to the castle. Among the four reasonably realistic possibilities, the analysts quickly dismissed the second one. Golden-rank powerhouses were incredibly rare and expensive, making the idea of Kaelith hiring one to kill Valdrin absurd. Therefore, this possibility was eliminated first. The first possibility was eliminated next. While it was conceivable that there were equipment or magic spells capable of bypassing protective formations, any such technology or enchantment would be extremely expensive. After all, to nullify a Silver-rank magical formation so effectively, Golden-rank equipment would be required. Furthermore, for multiple Silver-rank assassins to infiltrate the castle undetected was too difficult to believe. Silver Knights patrolled the castle; at least one would have noticed something amiss and intervened to stop the assassins from killing Valdrin. Next, the fourth possibility¡ªthat Valdrin had, for some reason, left the castle and been assassinated outside its walls¡ªwas eliminated. There were several problems with this scenario. First, Valdrin was well aware of the threats on his life, and it was highly unlikely he would have been foolish enough to leave the protection of the castle. Additionally, spies had confirmed that his body was found inside the castle, which meant the assassins would have had to kill him and somehow transport his body back inside. This was simply too improbable to consider.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. For that to happen, the assassins would have had to lure him out, kill him, retrieve his body, and smuggle it back inside¡ªall without anyone noticing. That was virtually impossible. Given the information gathered by the Windwalker family''s spies, no such movement was detected, confirming that this scenario never occurred. That left only one possibility: It was an inside job carried out by Valdrin''s own subordinates. It was entirely plausible; there were several reasons supporting this theory, and it made sense. Valdrin resided in a special house within Darkwind Castle, a structure made of enchanted white marble. The house was imbued with a powerful magical formation¡ªgranting its owner and authorized individuals a strength boost while simultaneously suppressing any unauthorized intruders. This meant that within his own home, Valdrin and his subordinates were significantly stronger than an ordinary Silver Knight or assassin. Ordinary assassins would have faced considerable difficulty in killing him inside the marble house. However, his own subordinates, who were authorized to use their full power, would have found it much easier. Such magical safeguards weren¡¯t uncommon. Marquis Windwalker himself possessed a similar safeguard¡ªa token that granted him and his trusted subordinates a strength boost within his mansion while suppressing any enemies. While this was considered a secret, it was widely known among the upper echelons of noble families. Killing Valdrin inside his own mansion without causing at least some disturbance would have been extremely difficult. The Windwalker family had spies positioned among the lower echelons of the castle, and if there had been any noise or disturbance, they would have noticed. The only people capable of carrying out such a clean assassination¡ªkilling a Silver Knight without making a sound¡ªwere Valdrin''s own Silver Knights. But that left another question: Why would Valdrin¡¯s own assassins kill him? There were many reasons, actually. Valdrin¡¯s subordinates, including the Silver Knights, had grown frustrated¡ªangry that their leader had made no effort to defend against the Windwalker family¡¯s invasion. This shared resentment could very well have driven them to band together, enter the marble house, and assassinate Valdrin, believing they were ¡°saving¡± the Darkwind family. Further evidence supported this theory. When Kaelith¡¯s forces arrived, Valdrin¡¯s Silver Knights didn¡¯t resist. If they had remained loyal, they would have fought, at least for a day. Instead, they allowed Kaelith to march in unopposed. It hadn¡¯t been a sudden or spontaneous decision. The Silver Knights likely struck a deal with Kaelith days before the assassination, informing him of their plans. This explains why Kaelith arrived just a day after Valdrin¡¯s death. The analysts debated whether Kaelith was the mastermind behind the assassination or if he was simply informed of it later. But in the end, it didn¡¯t make much difference. Whether Kaelith was the one who orchestrated the assassination or not, he had taken power and was now the de facto leader of the Darkwind family. ... After the analysts debated for hours, they finally all agreed: It was an inside job, and Kaelith was the brain behind it. Marquis Windwalker, who also agreed with them, sighed, his thoughts heavy. "You really can''t trust anyone these days." Edric was another example. Just days ago, he had promised not to leave the castle again. Yet, barely a day later, he vanished. No matter how much Marquis Windwalker''s subordinates searched, there was no trace¡ªas if he had simply disappeared from existence. Still lost in thought, Alaric turned his gaze toward the five Silver Knights in the room. "Betrayal..." The idea that Valdrin¡¯s own knights had killed him seemed almost certain. But could the same thing happen to him? Could his own knights one day turn on him, just as Valdrin¡¯s had? After a moment, he shook off those destructive thoughts. Valdrin¡¯s fate had been a result of his own failures. He had tried to give away land¡ªland that belonged to the Darkwind family, to the Windwalker family, their main enemy. The knights who killed him likely saw his actions as unforgivable. Rather than let him surrender their lands to an outsider, they had taken matters into their own hands. "That fool," Marquis Windwalker thought. "He probably didn¡¯t even bother to keep his dealings a secret. He let his knights find out¡ªand that cost him his life." ... With the discussion concluded, the room emptied. There was no point in investigating further. The damage was done. Kaelith had already taken control of the entire Darkwind family, and there was no reversing it. This debacle had dealt a heavy blow to the Windwalker family. They had mobilized forces, invested resources, and deepened the enmity with the Darkwind family¡ªall for nothing. Their only gains were meager spoils from captured cities, nowhere near enough to compensate for their losses. In the end, they had played their hand¡­ and lost. Now, all that was left was to deal with the consequences. ... Edric gazed at Windwalker Castle with a knowing smile. He could likely slip past its defenses without anyone noticing if he wanted to. But today, he chose a different approach¡ªhe would enter through the front gate. As for how he would explain his sudden absence to Marquis Windwalker, he didn¡¯t worry. He doubted the Marquis would punish him. And even if he did decide to imprison him, Edric knew he could escape at any time. For now, Edric had no intention of faking his death. Instead, he would continue to play the role of the innocent genius¡ªa simple knight trying to hone his skills, both as a warrior and a mage. With that thought in mind, he took a step forward, making his way toward the castle gate. Chapter 38 Secrets II "How did you even escape? I increased security, yet you managed to run away without anyone noticing," said Marquis Alaric Windwalker, his sharp gaze fixed on Edric, who stood before him with his head bowed in apology. Just a few days ago, Edric had sworn not to run away again¡ªonly to break that promise and disappear once more. The last time, he had a valid excuse; his firstborn child had just been born. This time, however, if he didn''t have a good reason, the marquis intended to impose a proper punishment. After all, this was his castle, not an inn where people could come and go as they pleased without so much as informing him. The mere fact that Edric had promised not to leave and then gone behind his back to sneak away was already grounds for severe punishment. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn''t have hesitated to deal out a fitting consequence¡ªperhaps even death. Keeping his head low, Edric muttered, "I don¡¯t remember anything. I just found myself in the middle of the forest and barely made it back." Marquis Alaric leaned back in his chair, studying him carefully. "Is he telling the truth? Was he kidnapped? Or is this some kind of illness? Could he be lying?" Edric certainly looked like someone who had been lost in the forest¡ªhis clothes were filthy, his boots caked in mud. Clearing his throat, the marquis finally spoke. "Return to your room. I¡¯ll send for a doctor skilled enough to examine you." If Edric was indeed sick, punishing him would be reckless. As for the possibility of kidnapping, Alaric would investigate that himself. But if it turned out that Edric had lied, the punishment would be severe¡ªperhaps even locking him in a room for months. Without another word, Edric turned and left as instructed. ... Once he was gone, Marquis Alaric turned to his chief of staff. "Make sure at least one great knight watches over him at all times. I don¡¯t want another incident." The chief of staff bowed and swiftly departed. With Edric''s situation momentarily settled, the marquis turned his focus back to a far graver concern¡ªthe Darkwinds. The Windwalker army, once prepared to invade, was now in the process of retreat. In no more than two months, they were scheduled to return. "We should improve our relationship with the Darkwinds!" Marquis Alaric felt a headache coming on. The enmity between the Darkwind and Windwalker families had deteriorated to such an extent that he could hardly imagine anything capable of truly mending their relations. "First things first, we need to disprove the false rumors that we massacred civilians," he thought. The Windwalker army had been benevolent, doing everything possible to avoid harming the local population. It was Valdrin who, in a twisted scheme to tarnish the Windwalker name, had slaughtered his own people. Determined to set the record straight, Alaric began drafting a letter to Kaelith, explaining that Valdrin was responsible for the atrocities. In the letter, he pledged one million silver as relief for the families who had suffered at Valdrin¡¯s hands. Next, he penned a second letter¡ªthis one to Stephen Windwalker¡ªordering him to begin the retreat with the utmost care, ensuring minimal damage to the local population. But that wasn¡¯t enough.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. A third letter went to his treasurer, instructing him to gather three million silver as quickly as possible. In yet another, he commanded that food and clothing be purchased with those funds and sent to the Darkwind territory to aid those who had suffered. Alaric knew these efforts wouldn¡¯t completely redeem the Windwalker name, but at the very least, they might help douse the flames of resentment before they spread too far. He understood Kaelith to some degree¡ªthe man was peaceful and deeply cared for his people. However, his concern for public opinion meant that if too many citizens blamed the Windwalkers for their suffering, there was a real chance he might be pressured into launching a war against them. A war against a united Darkwind family was the last thing Alaric wanted. That was why he had to act swiftly to contain the situation. After handing the letters to his deputy chief of staff for delivery, he returned to his desk, his mind already occupied with thoughts of the future. ... A few days later. "Pardon me, my lord, but this case is beyond my knowledge," said the elderly doctor, a man with a long white beard and pristine robes, bowing respectfully before Marquis Alaric Windwalker. Alaric''s sharp gaze remained fixed on him. "Be honest with me¡ªdo you think there¡¯s any credibility in what he claims? Is it truly possible that he sleepwalked all the way to the forest?" The doctor hesitated before bowing again. "Please forgive me, my lord, but I truly do not know." "Speak freely. Don¡¯t be afraid¡ªyour words will remain secret," Alaric assured him. Edric was no ordinary young man¡ªhe was the Windwalker family¡¯s prodigy, a genius by all accounts. His mother, Countess Lyria Windwalker, was not only a noble but also a formidable Silver Knight. It was no surprise that the doctor hesitated, caught between duty and the risk of offending powerful figures. For those serving noble families, even a single misplaced word could cost them their livelihood¡ªor their life. Taking a deep breath, the doctor finally spoke. "Esteemed Lord Windwalker, I have found no trace of any illness, mental or physical, in young master Edric. Thankfully, he is as healthy as a roaring dragon." Dragons, though long gone from these lands, remained legendary across the Silver Flower Island. It was said that even a newborn dragon was as strong as a Great Knight. Hearing the doctor¡¯s verdict, Alaric exhaled heavily. Days of investigation had yielded no signs of kidnapping, and now, even the doctor confirmed that Edric was in perfect health. At this point, Alaric could no longer believe a single word of Edric¡¯s story. The boy had lied too many times, breaking his trust over and over. Most likely, his adventurous nature had simply gotten the better of him, and he had run off on his own. But breaking promises¡ªand then lying about it¡ªwas unforgivable. "Thank you, doctor," the marquis said curtly. With this, Alaric was now almost certain¡ªEdric had deceived him without so much as flinching. And for that, there would be a fitting punishment. ... Edric sat in a chair in the guest room of the house assigned to him, waiting for the inevitable arrival of the furious marquis. Sure enough, within two minutes, Marquis Alaric entered, his expression dark and brooding. "Why, Edric? Why did you do this to yourself? You''ve lost all credibility. I won¡¯t be able to trust you anymore," the marquis said, his voice heavy with disappointment. "I¡¯m sorry, Lord Marquis," Edric replied, lowering his head, playing the role of an ashamed young man filled with regret. "From now on, you¡¯re only allowed in three places¡ªthe library, the training grounds, and your room. A great knight will watch your every move." Alaric¡¯s tone grew firmer. "I don¡¯t know how you keep sneaking away, but hear me well¡ªif it happens again, I¡¯ll be forced to throw you in prison. This is my castle, and its laws are clear¡ªno one comes and goes without authorization." Despite his anger, the marquis didn¡¯t impose a harsher punishment. He didn¡¯t want to stifle Edric¡¯s potential. "Really, Marquis, I swear¡ªI don¡¯t remember anything," Edric insisted. But Alaric was done listening. Without another word, he turned and left. ... Now alone in the guest room, Edric leaned back in his chair, his thoughts racing. "I¡¯ll stay here until the time comes for me to fake my death." He needed a new identity. If a Golden Knight suddenly appeared out of nowhere, it would be far too suspicious. As for the "restrictions" imposed on him, Edric wasn¡¯t concerned in the slightest. No great knight could truly keep him in check. With his current power, he could slip away at night and return by morning without anyone noticing. He hadn¡¯t yet tested the city¡¯s magical formations, but he was at least 80% certain he could bypass them undetected. "If I disappear without explanation, they¡¯ll search for me. That would draw too much attention. I have to make them believe I¡¯m truly dead. Only then will they stop looking. He would endure the marquis¡¯s watchful eyes for now¡ªuntil he found the perfect way to stage his death. "And with the entire Darkwind family in my hands, that shouldn¡¯t be too difficult," he thought with a smirk. Chapter 39 Secrets III Edric summoned his system interface to check his stats. Name: Edric Windwalker Age: 15 years, 4 months, and 13 days Tasks:
  • Ancestor of a Village ¨C Have 1,000 children (Legendary)
    • Progress: 418 / 1,000
  • Next Task Unlocks In: 105 days
Techniques:
  • Legendary Knight Training: 96 / 1,500,000
  • Golden Mage Training: 347 / 275,000
Talents:
  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
Skills:
  • Flesh Control (White)
  • Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver)
  • Extreme Yang (Silver)
  • See-Through (Silver)
Cheat:
  • Low Level ¨C Gains 1,000 XP per day
Available XP: 173,914 "It¡¯s been four months, huh?" Edric sighed. It had been four months since he was punished for sneaking away. Even though he could leave the castle whenever he wanted, he still had to conceal himself at all times, which was exhausting. Initially, he had planned to fake his own death and escape months ago with the help of the Darkwind family. However, the sudden emergence of this task had thrown his plans into disarray. The reason was simple¡ªMarquis Windwalker was helping him complete it. If Edric left now, he might struggle to finish it on his own. And this wasn¡¯t just any task; it was a legendary one. He was determined to see it through. Thanks to the marquis''s assistance, his progress had been swift. At this rate, he could complete it in less than a year. Currently, the marquis was bringing him three women every day. If every attempt was successful, he would need only 200 more days to reach his goal of having 1,000 children. Once he completed the task, he would receive a legendary reward¡ªwhatever that might be. No matter what it was, he was certain it would be invaluable. His plan now was simple: endure the current situation until the task was finished. After that, he would wait for about a month to see if a new task would refresh. If it no longer required him to have children and staying in the castle no longer served a purpose, he would move forward with his original plan¡ªdisappearing for good. At this point, faking his death wouldn¡¯t be difficult. The Darkwind family was already under his control. Kaelith¡ªa man who once despised the idea of submitting to an outsider¡ªhad no choice but to yield in the presence of a Golden Knight. Over the past few months, Edric had visited the Darkwind family several times, issuing specific orders. Not once had Kaelith shown any signs of resistance. Edric thought, "Staying here is the easiest and fastest way to complete the task. Technically, there are even quicker methods¡ªlike invading a city, seizing control, and forcing everyone¡ªbut that''s not something I''m willing to do." He set those thoughts aside and shifted his focus to his progress in mage arts. Over the past four months, he had mastered two additional spells to the point where he could cast them without referring to a spellbook. His success rate now exceeded 98%¡ªnot perfect, but a significant improvement from when he failed two out of three attempts. The first spell was Invisibility. With it, he could conceal himself far more effectively, making it incredibly useful for his current needs.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. The second was the Disguise, which was just as valuable. This spell allowed him to alter his appearance¡ªchanging his hair color, eye color, skin tone, and other details that his flesh Control skill couldn''t modify. Each had its own strengths and weaknesses, but together, they provided him with an even greater level of concealment and adaptability. The Flesh Control skill had its own set of advantages. It was much faster and easier to use, and it was much harder to detect. Even a Golden Knight or a Golden Mage would likely miss it, as the skill involved altering the muscles and flesh of the user. In reality, it wasn''t a disguise at all¡ªhe was changing his very physical structure. Detecting such a transformation would require a deep understanding of human physiology. However, the skill wasn''t without its drawbacks. For one, it couldn''t maintain a disguised face indefinitely. The transformation was temporary, though the duration was long enough that it rarely felt like a true limitation. The bigger issue was that Flesh Control couldn¡¯t change aspects like hair color, eye color, or skin tone¡ªdetails that were important for certain situations. On the other hand, the Disguise Spell had the advantage of being able to change everything: hair color, eye color, skin tone, and more. The downside was that the changes weren¡¯t permanent. The magic created the illusion, but it didn¡¯t actually alter his physical form. This made it easier to detect, especially by a Golden Knight or a Silver Mage. However, since there were no Golden Knights or Silver Mages around, this risk wasn¡¯t significant at the moment. So, while it had its flaws, it wasn¡¯t a major disadvantage in his current situation. Edric had learned the two spells well enough that he could use them practically, making his excursions outside the castle much easier. Now, he could leave at any time without the risk of being detected. With the combined use of Eagle Wing and Invisibility, he could slip away even in the morning without anyone noticing. He had also been working on learning another spell¡ªClone Spell. This spell would be incredibly useful for his current situation. It created a clone of him, one with 10% of his original strength, that could last for up to a full day. While the clone took his place, Edric would be free to leave and do whatever he wanted outside the castle. With the Clone Spell, he wouldn''t need to remain in the castle as much. He could return each morning to fulfill his task of having children, then leave again. However, the clone had limitations. It couldn¡¯t have children, nor did it possess its own consciousness. In essence, it was a lifeless replica¡ªa set of programmed actions and memories that it followed. It wasn¡¯t a particularly advanced spell; it was only at the Silver level. While the clone could fight and react to situations, it couldn¡¯t handle complicated scenarios. If things got too difficult, the spell would fail to fully replicate Edric¡¯s behavior. Despite these drawbacks, if he could learn the Clone Spell, it would be a game-changer for his current needs. Unfortunately, the spell was far more complicated than the other two, and he still hadn¡¯t mastered it enough to cast it confidently. He had already learned to cast the Clone Spell, but he couldn''t do it perfectly yet. As a result, the clones he created with his current unrefined casting lacked memory and couldn¡¯t act or speak like him at all. The clones, while functional, were not advanced enough to pass for the real Edric, making it impossible for him to leave without drawing attention. ... Sitting in the library, Edric flipped through the pages of the Clone Spellbook once again. For now, his focus was entirely on mastering the spell. He wasn¡¯t spending much time training as a knight, as he knew it wouldn¡¯t help him progress toward becoming a Golden Knight. Training for that was impossible within the confines of the castle, so, in truth, he hadn¡¯t been working on any knightly skills lately. Instead, he had been meditating as a mage. Unfortunately, his progress had been slow. After 120 days of consistent effort, his mage XP still hadn¡¯t reached 500, which meant his daily gain was less than 10¡ªbarely enough to even show up on his stat page. For most, this would be considered a disaster. But Edric had 1000 free daily XP at his disposal and wasn''t particularly worried about his pace. Setting aside his other thoughts, Edric began to focus on the challenges of learning the Clone Spell and the difficulties he faced in mastering it. Chapter 40 Secrets IV The Windwalker family had completely withdrawn from the Darkwind family over two months ago. In the wake of their retreat, the Windwalkers allocated significant financial resources to those affected by the invasion, hoping to buy favor from the Darkwind family. However, the distribution of wealth proved ineffective in changing the sentiment of the common folk. Money, it seemed, was powerless to alter the deeply rooted resentment they harbored. For them, the Windwalkers were a symbol of the pain they had endured, and no amount of coin could erase that. Among the nobility, however, the financial compensation was more readily accepted. It served to quell the immediate calls for vengeance and temper the lingering animosity. Kaelith himself had played a crucial role in convincing his peers that the time for open conflict had not yet arrived. As a result, while relations between the two families remained strained, the threat of war, for the moment, was averted. Marquis Windwalker regarded the outcome with a sense of quiet satisfaction. He had not expected much more¡ªavoiding war was, in his view, the most favorable result he could have hoped for. In his estimation, a few million silver to prevent open conflict was a highly economical solution. While he could not say with certainty whether the Darkwind family would have launched an attack had it not been for his financial intervention, the risk had certainly been present. Meanwhile, Kaelith had dedicated himself to the arduous task of restoring unity within the Darkwind family. His efforts had proven successful, and the family was beginning to regain its strength with each passing day. While the Darkwind family was a Marquis family without any Golden Knights, they were considered the dominant force among local nobility when it came to the number of Silver Knights they possessed. The internal divisions that had once weakened them were now a thing of the past. With the family unified once more, they were able to wield their full power to exert influence, secure trade advantages, and gain other benefits from their neighbors. The Darkwind family had dispatched trade representatives to all their neighboring noble families¡ªexcept for the Windwalkers. Despite their desire to avoid further conflict, they still could not bring themselves to reestablish trade relations with the Windwalkers. After all, it had only been a few months since the Windwalkers had attacked them, and seeking trade with them under such circumstances would have been absurd. Even if a trade agreement were to be struck, neither the nobility nor the common folk of the Darkwind family would engage unless the terms were heavily in their favor. The Windwalker family was unlikely to accept such terms, making any attempts at reconciliation pointless. If the Windwalkers were desperate for trade relations, they would have to approach the Darkwind family and beg for them. While the absence of trade with the Windwalkers had certainly affected the Darkwind family¡¯s finances, the Windwalkers had suffered far more. The Darkwind family had enough resources to weather the loss, but the Windwalkers felt the blow much more acutely. The Darkwind family had a far larger economy, with a greater population, a broader consumer base, and stronger production capacity¡ªthough much of this had been severely depleted by the war. Despite these setbacks, however, the family was regaining its strength at a pace much faster than the Windwalkers had anticipated. Marquis Windwalker, despite his concerns, was powerless to alter the situation. So, he decided to step back and allow time to heal the rift. Matters like these could only be mended with patience. He had also attempted to convince Kaelith to publicly reveal that it had been Valdrin who was responsible for the deaths of the common people of the Darkwind family. However, Kaelith had refused to cooperate, unwilling to further damage his brother¡¯s already tarnished reputation. Unless the leadership of the Darkwind family had a genuine interest in improving relations, little could be done. And there was little Marquis Windwalker could do about it. ... Everything proceeded as expected until an unexpected event changed the entire region¡¯s dynamics. No one could have foreseen the monumental event that would shift the balance of power in the region. It was an event so explosive that no one could ignore it. The patriarch of the Stonefist family had broken through to the Golden rank! The entire Bloodstone Kingdom was left in shock. Fewer than twenty Golden Knights existed in the kingdom, and it was extraordinarily rare for such individuals to emerge from less affluent regions like this one.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Yet, it wasn¡¯t entirely impossible. A person with legendary talent could rise to the Silver Knight rank through sheer skill and rigorous training, even without abundant resources. However, breaking through to the Golden rank was an entirely different challenge. Legendary talent alone wasn¡¯t enough; significant resources were required to reach that level. That said, although the Stonefist family resided in a resource-scarce region, obtaining the necessary resources through trade was not beyond the realm of possibility. It was said that the Stonefist family had spent nearly all of its resources acquiring precious medicinal materials from foreign sources, nearly driving themselves to bankruptcy in the process. They had gambled everything on the patriarch¡¯s potential to break through to the Golden Knight rank. Had he failed, the family would have been left with nothing but a mountain of debt. But he succeeded. With extraordinary talent, a wealth of resources, and a stroke of luck, he achieved the coveted breakthrough to Golden Knight. Legendary talent did not guarantee a legendary life. It was not a guarantee of inevitable success; it simply indicated the potential to one day wield power comparable to that of a Legendary rank. The reality was that even those with legendary talent often failed to reach the Golden rank in their lifetime. In fact, statistics revealed that most individuals with legendary talent never succeeded in breaking through to the Golden Knight rank. Achieving such a feat required vast resources, rare medicinal materials, and rigorous training. A person with legendary talent might have an easier path to the Silver rank, even without substantial resources. But reaching the Golden rank demanded tremendous resources¡ªand, crucially, a great deal of luck. Conversely, someone with mythic talent would likely find it easier to ascend to the Golden rank, but would face immense challenges in reaching Legendary status. Doing so would require vast resources, considerable luck, and years of relentless effort. As for breaking through to Mythic rank, that would be an almost inconceivable achievement, requiring resources beyond measure, luck that defied all odds, and a determination that few could imagine. In the end, the Stonefist family¡¯s gamble paid off, defying the expectations of many. Most had doubted their endeavor, well aware of how rare Golden Knights were. If it had been an easy feat, the kingdom would have seen far more of them. Yet, against all odds, the Stonefist patriarch succeeded¡ªshocking the entire kingdom. ... The emergence of a Golden Knight in the region altered the power dynamics completely. It was widely anticipated that the king would soon elevate the Stonefist family¡¯s title to that of a Duke, granting them control over the unincorporated territories in the area. Technically, the king could not simply seize land from the existing Marquis families and bestow it upon the Stonefist family. However, with the Stonefist family now boasting a Golden Knight and rising to the status of a Duke, their influence would undoubtedly overshadow that of smaller families, such as the Darkwind and Windwalker families. This region was, in all but name, becoming the Stonefist family¡¯s domain. Though not official, the shift in power was so pronounced that it might as well have been. When Edric learned of the development, a surge of worry washed over him. Despite being a Golden Knight himself, the thought of facing another Golden Knight unsettled him deeply. He had grown accustomed to dealing with Silver Knights and other lower-ranked powerhouses. But fighting another Golden Knight was an entirely different matter¡ªone that came with the very real threat of death, a prospect he was unwilling to entertain. "Damn it," he muttered to himself, frustration lacing his voice. "Why did they have to break through now? Why couldn¡¯t they wait just a few more years, until I reach Legendary Knight? After that, no Golden Knight, no matter how strong, would stand a chance against me. But now¡­ now I have to worry." ... Just one month after the patriarch of the Stonefist family had ascended to the rank of Golden Knight, representatives from the family arrived to renegotiate all trade agreements. However, their visit carried more than just business. They also proposed a grand ceremony¡ªone in which Marquis Windwalker had no choice but to participate. At this event, he would be expected to swear an oath of alliance with the Duke of Stonefist. It was a deeply uncomfortable prospect for Alaric Windwalker to swear fealty to one of his most formidable rivals, but he found himself with little recourse. The oath was carefully worded to ensure that it applied only to the Windwalker family¡¯s relationship with the Stonefist family. It did not, could not, and would not infringe upon their obligations to the Royal family, no matter the circumstances. Marquis Windwalker, Kaelith, and the other neighboring nobles were all shrewd individuals. They understood the gravity of the situation and the importance of attending the ceremony. And so, they appeared at the grand event, offering their congratulations to Duke Stonefist and expressing their support for his newly-formed alliances. With this ceremony, Duke Stonefis became the unofficial ruler of the local region, an elevation that considerably shifted the power dynamics. The support of a Duke brought the kingdom''s attention. With the weight of this title, the region now held a significantly higher vantage point, one capable of influencing the kingdom''s national politics. This shift could result in greater resources and opportunities flowing into the hands of all those living within the area. In the long term, this development could prove beneficial for everyone involved. Yet, there was also the looming possibility that Duke Stonefist, now armed with such immense power, might seek to eliminate any potential rivals. If he moved to suppress opposition, the consequences could be dire for the local area. The future remained uncertain. Some viewed the Duke¡¯s rise as an opportunity for growth, while others feared the ramifications of the power he now wielded. Chapter 41 Making Babies for the Greater Good! Edric Windwalker Age: 16 years, 6 months, and 3 days Tasks: ? Ancestor of a Village ¨C Have 1,000 children (Legendary)
  • Progress: 509 / 1,000 ? Next Task Unlocks In: 55 days
Techniques: ? Legendary Knight Training: 105 / 1,500,000 ? Golden Mage Training: 463 / 275,000 Talents: ? Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000) ? Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000) Skills: ? Flesh Control (White) ? Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver) ? Extreme Yang (Silver) ? See-Through (Silver) Cheat: ? Low Level ¨C Gains 1,000 XP per day Available XP: 223,914
Edric gazed at his system interface, his fingers twitching with anticipation. "Just 50,000 more XP, and I''ll finally become a Golden Mage!" His decision had long been made. Advancing to Golden Mage would make casting and learning Silver-ranked spells significantly easier. "Even after all this effort, I still can¡¯t cast the Clone spell... It really shows just how terrible my magic talent is," he mused, exhaling a weary sigh. With only 1,000 XP per day, every point had to be spent wisely. That was why he hadn¡¯t upgraded his magic talent yet¡ªevery ounce of XP had to be carefully allocated. "Right now, I could probably fight Duke Stonefist to a draw¡­ but once I break through to Golden Mage?" A smirk played on his lips. "Defeating him will be child''s play." "It¡¯s better if I don¡¯t waste any more time on the Clone spell." Edric closed the ancient tome with a sigh and carefully set it aside. These Silver-level magic books were old and precious¡ªhe couldn¡¯t afford to damage them. Shaking off his frustration, he pulled out a pen and paper, quickly scribbling a letter. Once finished, he sealed it and stood up, making his way toward the door. Outside, two knights stood guard. They weren¡¯t just ordinary guards; they were also prison officers, tasked with ensuring he didn¡¯t sneak away. "I want to see the Marquis." His voice was calm but firm. One of the knights hesitated before responding, "Young Master, unfortunately, the Marquis is busy and isn¡¯t accepting visitors." Edric had already expected that. Without a word, he pulled out the letter and handed it over. "That¡¯s fine. Just make sure this letter reaches his hands." The guard accepted it with a nod. "Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll make sure the Marquis receives this." Satisfied, Edric turned back toward his room. The moment he dropped onto his bed, boredom set in like a heavy fog. "Nothing to do but wait¡­" But if Marquis Alaric accepted his proposal from the letter, things would soon become very busy for him. "Fortunately, I have Extreme Yang (Silver) skill!" And with that thought, he drifted into sleep. ... Marquis Alaric Windwalker had been in a foul mood these past days. Ever since Oscar Stonefist broke through and became Duke Oscar Stonefist, Alaric had been forced to lower his head, practically becoming a subordinate to another noble family. That day was the most bitter moment of his life. Yet, he had no choice. A Golden Knight was simply irresistible.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. "A Golden Knight¡­ I will never reach that height." He let out a heavy sigh. Age had long caught up with him, and the possibility of breaking through was all but nonexistent. Theoretically, he did have a chance. After all, his Knight Talent was Golden-rank¡ªa step below Legendary. However, in reality, even those with Golden talent had abysmally low chances of ever advancing to the Golden rank. If he had been born with a Legendary talent, perhaps the dream wouldn¡¯t have been so distant. But unfortunately, fate had not been kind to him.
His thoughts drifted to the only two members of the family blessed with Legendary talent¡ªLyria and Edric. They were the Windwalker family¡¯s greatest hope¡­ and also its greatest targets. "I should be worried about Lyria and Edric¡­ I cannot protect them!" He shook his head in frustration. If Duke Stonefist ever decided to eliminate potential threats, Lyria and Edric¡ªboth Legendary talents¡ªwould be the first targets. No other noble family in the entire region had a single Legendary talent. Only the Windwalker family did. "If they die¡­ our family¡¯s future dies with them." The mere thought sent a chill down his spine. His face turned pale. For Alaric, the legacy of his bloodline was everything¡ªthe very purpose of his existence. Knock, knock, knock. "Come in!" Alaric said, his voice sharp. The door opened, and his Deputy Chief of Staff stepped inside, bowing respectfully. "Young Master Edric has written a letter for you, my lord." Alaric took the sealed letter, carefully breaking it open. His eyes narrowed as he began to read. The contents of the letter read: "My Lord Marquis Windwalker, Over the last month, I have reflected deeply on my mistakes¡ªmy childishness, my broken promises. To atone for my wrongs, I am willing to increase my contributions to the family a hundredfold! Day and night, I devote myself to planting the seeds for our family''s future generations!" Reading those words, Marquis Alaric''s eyes gleamed with excitement. "Yes! This is the best course of action!" Duke Oscar might kill Edric and Lyria, but they still had time and opportunity to ensure another Edric was born! For Alaric, the reason behind his unyielding insistence on Edric fathering so many children was simple¡ªtalented parents had a higher chance of producing talented offspring. If it were up to him, he would have strapped Edric to a bed and sent every willing woman in the territory to bear his children. That way, he could maximize the birthrate of potential prodigies within the Windwalker bloodline. But, of course, he couldn¡¯t do that. Lyria¡ªEdric¡¯s mother, a Legendary talent herself¡ªwould have never allowed such a thing. But now? Edric had volunteered himself! Alaric¡¯s expression hardened with resolve. "Find as many willing women as practically possible and send them to Edric! At least a hundred every day!" The Deputy Chief of Staff froze, eyes wide in disbelief. "M-My Lord... A hundred?" "Yes, a hundred! Edric¡¯s children have the highest chance of inheriting Knight talent. We must use him to the fullest extent possible!¡± His territory had a population of over a million¡ªfinding a hundred volunteers daily wouldn¡¯t be difficult. And if it ever became an issue, the other noble houses under his rule had their own separate populations that could make up the difference. Alaric clenched his fists, his mind racing. "If we can produce another descendant with Legendary talent... we must hide them with everything we have! If others caught wind of such a child, Oscar would not hesitate to eliminate another future threat!" ... Marquis Alaric Windwalker made a grand announcement: Any woman willing to bear a child for the good of the family would receive generous amounts of silver, the finest food, and free care throughout their pregnancy. Naturally, the response was overwhelming. So many volunteers came forward that a lottery system had to be put in place just to determine who would get a chance first! In the first week alone, tens of thousands of women eagerly volunteered. It was no surprise. Even within Marquis Alaric Windwalker''s territory, the majority of the population struggled with poverty. For many, bearing a child for the noble Windwalker family wasn¡¯t just an opportunity¡ªit was a chance to completely change their fate. To ensure secrecy, Edric¡¯s identity was kept hidden. The women were escorted into a private chamber, knowing only that the father of their child was a member of the Windwalker family¡ªbut nothing more. ... Five days later. Edric lay sprawled across the bed, utterly exhausted. "If it weren¡¯t for my Extreme Yang skill, I would have collapsed by now¡­" Even as a Golden Knight, doing it a hundred times a day required a level of superhuman endurance that defied reason. "Who would have thought I¡¯d transmigrate to another world¡­ only to become a breeding machine?" A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. But then, his gaze flickered to his system interface, and his exhaustion faded into satisfaction.
Ancestor of a Village ¨C Have 1,000 children (Legendary) Progress: 1,000 / 1,000 ? Receive Reward!
"Finally¡­ the Legendary task is complete!" It was fortunate that this task, unlike the last one, didn¡¯t require the children actually to be born for it to be counted. With a smirk, he reached out and tapped ¡®Receive Reward!¡¯ Chapter 42: One Step Closer to Greatness Ding! Congratulations! You have received the following rewards:
  • 450,000 XP
  • [Legendary-Grade Skill] Energy Absorption
  • [Golden-Grade Skill] Magnetic Pull
  • [Golden-Grade Skill] Beast¡¯s Senses
  • [Golden-Grade Skill] Poison Resistance
  • [Silver-Grade Skill] Crystal Skin
  • [Silver-Grade Skill] Bloodline Sensing
  • [Silver-Grade Skill] Telekinesis

[Legendary-Grade Skill] Energy Absorption Description: A skill of unparalleled might, granting the user the ability to absorb various forms of energy and convert them into usable power. Effects & Mechanics:
  • Absorption Types: Can absorb thermal (fire, heat), electrical (lightning, magic), and magical energy.
  • Conversion: The absorbed energy can be redirected as a devastating counterattack or converted into stamina and mana.
  • Defensive Properties: Mitigates or nullifies the damage from energy-based attacks.
Limitations:
  • Cannot absorb purely physical attacks (e.g., slashes from swords, blunt force trauma).
  • Absorbing excessive energy may lead to loss of control or self-inflicted damage.
  • Some legendary or divine-grade attacks may surpass the skill¡¯s absorption capabilities.
[Golden-Grade Skill] Magnetic Pull Description: A skill that grants mastery over magnetic forces, allowing the user to manipulate metal with ease, control weapons mid-air, and even achieve limited flight. Effects & Mechanics:
  • Object Manipulation: Attract or repel metal objects within a certain range.
  • Weapon Control: Command metal weapons in mid-air, disarming foes or redirecting attacks with precision.
  • Flight Capability: By manipulating metal in the surroundings¡ªor worn on the body¡ªit is possible to levitate and enhance mobility.
Limitations:
  • Ineffective against non-metallic materials such as wood, plastic, or ceramic.
  • The heavier the object, the greater the energy required for manipulation.

[Golden-Grade Skill] Beast¡¯s Senses Description: A primal awakening of the senses, granting heightened perception akin to that of apex predators. Those who wield this skill become hunters of the highest order, able to detect threats before they arise. Effects & Mechanics:
  • Enhanced Vision: See in complete darkness, detect movement from vast distances, and perceive infrared heat signatures.
  • Enhanced Hearing: Pick up distant sounds, filter out background noise, and even hear the faintest heartbeat.
  • Enhanced Smell: Track enemies by scent alone and detect poisons in the air or food.
  • Enhanced Reflexes: React instinctively to danger before conscious thought kicks in.
Limitations:
  • Requires training to prevent sensory overload.
  • Ineffective against magical concealment, illusions, or mana-based distortions.

[Golden-Grade Skill] Poison Resistance Description: A formidable resistance against toxins, venoms, and alchemical poisons, allowing the user to withstand what would be fatal to most. Effects & Mechanics:
  • Immunity to Common Poisons: Natural toxins such as snake venom, deadly herbs, and alchemical substances have little to no effect.
  • Partial Resistance to Magical Poisons: Reduces the potency of cursed venoms and enchanted toxins.
  • Accelerated Detoxification: If afflicted by poison, the body neutralizes it at an enhanced rate.
Limitations:
  • Does not grant complete immunity¡ªhigher-grade poisons, especially those of legendary or higher rank, can still be lethal.
  • Does not protect against diseases unless they are explicitly poison-based.
[Silver-Grade Skill] Crystal Skin Description: A defensive ability that temporarily reinforces the user¡¯s skin with a crystalline structure, providing enhanced protection against physical and elemental attacks. Effects & Mechanics:
  • Damage Reduction: Lessens the impact of slashes, stabs, and blunt-force trauma.
  • Elemental Resistance: Weakens the effects of fire, ice, and electricity-based attacks.
  • Hardening Activation: Can be triggered at will, lasting for a limited duration.
Limitations:
  • The crystal layer mitigates damage but does not nullify it entirely.
  • Highly vulnerable to powerful piercing strikes and vibrations that can fracture the crystalline structure.
  • Significantly reduces movement speed while active.

[Silver-Grade Skill] Bloodline Sensing Description: An innate ability that allows the user to perceive blood ties, tracing familial connections and identifying relatives across distances. Effects & Mechanics:
  • Immediate Bloodline Recognition: Instantly identifies direct relatives such as parents, siblings, and offspring.
  • Extended Bloodline Detection: With focus, can trace ancestry connections spanning multiple generations.
  • Directional Awareness: Provides a general sense of where blood-related individuals are located.
Limitations:
  • Does not reveal specific personal details, only the strength of the relation.
  • Requires concentration, making it unreliable in fast-paced combat.
  • Can be disrupted by anti-detection magic.
  • Ineffective against individuals of Silver Rank and higher.

[Silver-Grade Skill] TelekinesisUnauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Description: A skill that bestows the power of mind-over-matter, enabling the user to manipulate objects without physical contact. Effects & Mechanics:
  • Object Movement: Lift, push, or pull objects within a designated range.
  • Precision Control: Perform delicate actions such as writing, picking locks, or wielding weapons remotely.
  • Combat Utility: Disarm enemies, deflect projectiles, or crush weaker objects with mental force.
Limitations:
  • Heavier objects require significant focus and drain more energy.
  • Physically strong opponents may resist direct telekinetic force.
  • Continuous use consumes mana, and overexertion can cause mental fatigue.
"What? Why is there so much more detail this time? Maybe because it¡¯s a legendary reward?" Edric stared at the long wall of text in astonishment. "Let me see¡­ There are so many amazing skills! Worthy of a legendary reward!" His excitement grew as he scanned through them, not even factoring in the massive 450,000 XP he had just received. "Does Energy Absorption make me a magician¡¯s worst nightmare?" he wondered, a grin creeping onto his face. His gaze shifted between Telekinesis and Magnetic Pull. "These two skills are somewhat similar¡­ but I think Magnetic Pull should be stronger and easier to use, while Telekinesis is more precise but weaker." Curious, he decided to test them. Lifting his metal sword, he activated Magnetic Pull¡ªonly for the weapon to suddenly accelerate out of control. With a loud thunk, it shot straight into the ceiling, embedding itself deep into the wooden beams. "Magnetic Pull is so difficult to control!" he thought, frowning at the unintended result. Next, he focused on Telekinesis, carefully channeling his energy. Slowly, the sword dislodged itself from the roof and floated down before his eyes. With steady control, he kept it hovering in place, completely still. "This is much easier and more precise!" he realized. "It seems that for daily tasks, Telekinesis is the better choice¡­ but in battle, I should rely on Magnetic Pull!" "Beast¡¯s Senses is good, but it doesn¡¯t add much to what I already have. My Golden Knight Physique already grants me incredible perception." Edric glanced at the next skill. "Poison Resistance is quite useful, but again, my body is already resistant to most poisons below Golden Rank. It¡¯s not exactly a game-changer." His eyes flickered as he considered Bloodline Sensing. "Not useful right now¡­ but maybe in a hundred years, when my children take over this region¡ªsome of them might even migrate to the Main Continent. If that happens, I¡¯ll be able to find them!" Then his gaze landed on Crystal Skin, and his expression darkened. "Completely useless! My natural physique as a Golden Knight is already stronger than this skill!" After a moment of reflection, he let out a small chuckle. "Overall, the rewards were amazing¡­ but they could have been better. Oh well, I can''t complain!" Shaking off any lingering thoughts, Edric smiled. There was no point dwelling on what ifs and buts. "Let¡¯s check my stats!" he said, summoning the system.
[Edric Windwalker] Age: 16 years, 6 months, and 9 days

[Tasks]

  • Next task unlocks in: 30 days
  • Next task unlocks in: 49 days

[Techniques]

  • Legendary Knight Training: 106 / 1,500,000
  • Golden Mage Training: 464 / 275,000

[Talents]

  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)

[Skills]

  • Flesh Control (White)
  • Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver)
  • Extreme Yang (Silver)
  • See-Through (Silver)
  • Energy Absorption (Red)
  • Magnetic Pull (Golden)
  • Beast¡¯s Senses (Golden)
  • Poison Resistance (Golden)
  • Crystal Skin (Silver)
  • Bloodline Sensing (Silver)
  • Telekinesis (Silver)

[Cheat Ability]

  • Low Level ¨C Gains 1,000 XP per day
Available XP: 679,914 "So much XP!" Edric¡¯s eyes sparkled with excitement as he stared at his stats. He had gained so many powerful skills across different categories, but right now, one thought consumed him¡ªbreaking through to Golden Mage rank! "No need to hesitate! It¡¯s best to advance immediately!" Without a second thought, he gave the command. "Allocate 274,536 XP to my Golden Mage Training!"
Ding! ? Success! ?? Status Updated ¨C Golden Mage Training (275,000 / 275,000)
The moment the system notification rang, a surge of power rushed through Edric¡¯s entire being. Unlike a Knight¡¯s breakthrough, which strengthened the body, a Mage¡¯s breakthrough refined the soul itself. An ethereal sensation overtook him. "Everything¡­ is so clear!" His eyes became like polished crystals, glowing with newfound understanding. It was as if the veil of the world had been lifted, revealing truths that were previously hidden. The very fabric of magic, the logic of spells, the flow of mana¡ªit all made perfect sense. For several minutes, he was completely lost in the enlightenment of his soul¡¯s evolution. But eventually, the euphoric state faded. Though the immediate effect had worn off, something had changed inside him¡ªhis mind, his perspective, his very being. Then, a terrifying realization struck him. "The growth of the soul¡­ is dangerous." A chill ran down his spine. If soul growth happened gradually, one wouldn¡¯t notice it. But because of the system¡¯s rapid advancement, Edric could clearly perceive its effects¡ªand one of them was the severe loss of emotions. His expression darkened. "I need to find a solution to this!" He had already suffered severe emotional damage when his soul merged with the original Edric of this world. If this continued, if his emotions continued to fade¡­ Would he become nothing more than a machine? No. He wouldn¡¯t allow it. Shaking his head, he refocused. Now wasn¡¯t the time to dwell on it¡ªhe needed to test his power. Looking deep within himself, he examined his mana. "My Golden Mana¡­ it¡¯s on a completely different level!" It wasn¡¯t just stronger¡ªit was several times denser, purer, and more potent. He could likely cast Silver-Rank spells with ease now. Even complicated spells, ones that had seemed nearly impossible before¡­ "Like Clone!" Excitement surged through him. Without wasting another moment, he pulled out his magic book¡ªthe one that contained the Clone Spell. "Time to test it!" Chapter 43: The Puppet with No Strings The Clone Spell was said to be one of the most ancient incantations, among the very first ever conceived¡ªat least, that was what the tome Edric had been reading claimed. There existed countless variations of the spell, each categorized by rank, with the most formidable reaching the fabled Absolute Rank. A Clone Spell of Absolute Rank, in theory, could create duplicates wielding the same Absolute rank overwhelming power. In contrast, a Silver Rank variant could only produce clones of Silver Rank. Of course, Absolute Rank was far beyond reach¡ªmerely the stuff of legends. Edric could only speculate; for all he knew, a Clone Spell of such caliber might operate on an entirely different principle, far more intricate and unfathomable than he could even begin to imagine. Edric flipped open the book, his fingers swiftly finding the page. His eyes scanned the spell formation once more. "Oh my... it''s so much simpler!" he gasped, astonished. The same spell that had once seemed impossibly complex now appeared almost effortless to grasp. "Rank¡­ Rank is everything! As long as my rank is high enough, even if my talent is mediocre, I can still cast spells with ease!" He realized, his thoughts racing. With his average talent, Edric would struggle for years to master a single Golden Rank spell, but learning Silver Rank spells was no longer difficult. Higher ranks crush lower ranks. The gap between them was immeasurable, and that disparity became painfully obvious¡ªeven in something as fundamental as spellcasting. For most people, this difference was meaningless. After all, barely anyone could hope to reach Silver Rank, let alone Golden, without extraordinary talent. But Edric¡­ Edric was different. Because of the system, he was outside the rules. He could ignore talent restrictions. "Let''s see!" His eyes gleamed with determination as he carefully studied the spell, memorizing every intricate detail. For half an hour, he focused intently. Then, at last, he began casting. Golden mana surged through his body, flowing into the spell formation. As the spell began taking shape, cracks appeared across its structure. Even at Golden Rank, Edric''s spell formation was far from flawless. His average talent prevented him from forming a perfect Silver Rank spell formation. But then¡ªhis golden mana intervened. Like molten gold filling the fractures of a shattered blade, his powerful mana mended many of the spell''s imperfections, preventing it from collapsing. This was the advantage of wielding higher-rank mana. Even if his spell formations were flawed, even if cracks formed within them¡ªhis Golden Rank mana would forcefully hold them together! The spell formation filled up rapidly¡ªless than five seconds. Before this, it would have taken Edric over three minutes to carefully channel his mana, ensuring the delicate structure didn¡¯t collapse. But Golden Rank mana was different. Far more potent, far more stable. In mere moments, the formation was complete, ready to activate. With a simple thought, Edric willed the spell forward¡ªand the formation vanished. A presence materialized beside him. His clone. It had red hair, green eyes, and a strikingly handsome face¡ªa perfect replica of himself. "Success!" Edric¡¯s eyes gleamed with excitement. He had cast Clone Spells before, but those attempts had always resulted in failures¡ªclones that stood frozen, unable to speak or even move properly. Defective. This one, however, was different. The clone stood upright, smiling, exuding an aura of health and vitality. "Hey, Edric! How are you?" the clone said casually. Edric couldn''t contain his grin. "Hahaha! This is amazing!" A Silver Rank Clone Spell could only replicate 10% of the caster¡¯s strength, but unlike lower-tier versions, it could move, speak, and act normally. However, it still lacked independent consciousness¡ªit could perform basic actions, but if placed under scrutiny, its flaws would become evident. Time to test it. "Strip naked," Edric commanded. In theory, he should be able to control the clone without verbal orders, but his mastery wasn¡¯t quite there yet.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. The clone obeyed without hesitation. Edric¡¯s gaze drifted downward. He nodded. "It should work." A smirk crept onto his lips. He had a plan. If he left and had the clone take his place, it could handle certain¡­"duties" on his behalf. Duties related to securing the next generation of the Windwalker family. "Can clones have children?" he wondered. The books held no answers to that question. Edric knew one thing for certain¡ªat least in terms of bodily functions, the clone was completely healthy. Its only flaw lay in its lack of consciousness, not in its physique. And with a fully functional body, there was no reason it shouldn¡¯t be capable of having children. According to the book, the clone was a real, physical being. Its flesh and blood existed just as any normal person¡¯s did. If it died, its body would rot like any other corpse. It was a clone, not an avatar. Avatars were mere projections, formed from pure magic, lacking any physical substance. But clones¡­ clones were real. Ensuring the continuation of the Windwalker bloodline was a physically demanding task¡ªbut fortunately, it wasn¡¯t mentally complicated. Even animals managed to do it instinctively, and they were far less intelligent than a Silver Rank clone. If Edric left the task to the clone, he could sire children without actually becoming a breeding machine himself¡ªa solution that was, truly, the best of both worlds. Besides, considering the pattern of his system¡¯s past tasks, it was highly likely that the next mission would also involve fathering a set number of children. It was best to prepare in advance¡ªthat way, once the task appeared, he would already have a head start, making completion much faster. "Each clone lasts for twenty-four hours¡ªunless it enters combat or expends too much energy," he recalled. While the process of ensuring the Windwalker lineage¡¯s future was physically intense, it wasn¡¯t so strenuous that it would cause the clone to expire prematurely. There should be no issues. With that thought, Edric swiftly stripped off his clothes and handed them to the clone. "Now, I can finally leave without anyone noticing!" A satisfied grin spread across his face. ... Edric spent several days in the library, poring over every spellbook once more. He systematically learned every Silver Rank and lower spell available. Meanwhile, his clone flawlessly carried out its duty, ensuring the Windwalker bloodline¡¯s continuation. Not a single person noticed the switch¡ªa testament to just how perfectly the spell had worked. With his studies complete, it was time to leave. Now that he was both a Golden Knight and a Golden Mage, returning to Windwalker Castle had become a trivial task. The Windwalker Castle¡¯s barrier was a Silver Rank formation, but it stood at the absolute peak of that level. While it couldn¡¯t outright stop a Golden Rank Knight from entering, there had always been a risk it might detect him. But now? Now, things were different. After his breakthrough, his mana had soared to unimaginable heights. He was far beyond the formation¡¯s reach. With even the simplest concealment spell, he could slip past undetected. And so, without hesitation, Edric departed. He couldn''t stray too far, of course¡ªhe still needed to "recharge" the clone every twenty-four hours. But with that minor restriction in mind, he set off for his first destination. Naturally, it was Kaelith Darkwind¡ªnow a Marquis. Over the past few months, Edric had visited Kaelith several times. But each visit had been brief, constrained by the ever-watchful eyes of Marquis Windwalker, who had stationed countless guards around him. Now, however, he had far more freedom. Kaelith had successfully unified the Darkwind family and was on the verge of expanding his influence, poised to dominate a neighboring family. Unfortunately for him, fate had other plans. The Stonefist family had produced a Golden Knight, utterly crushing the Darkwind family''s rising influence. Now, just like the Windwalker family, the Darkwinds had been reduced to subordinates under Stonefist rule. And just like the Windwalkers, the Darkwind family was seething with resentment. However, compared to the Windwalker family, the Darkwinds had far less to lose. For one, they had never produced a single legendary talent¡ªwhich meant they were far less likely to be targeted. Secondly, Kaelith, the de facto Marquis, had a rather amicable relationship with Duke Oscar Stonefist¡¯s second daughter¡ªa connection that had, at the very least, somewhat softened tensions between their families. Rumors swirled that the two were soon to be wed. And finally¡ªon a more secretive note¡ªKaelith had something far more valuable: a Golden Knight backer. If things ever took a turn for the worse, he had someone to call upon. Of course, there was no guarantee that this mysterious Golden Knight would intervene¡­ but the possibility alone was enough to give Kaelith some leverage. Though no one else knew the truth, Kaelith did. Without this hidden benefactor, his rise to power within the Darkwind family would have never been possible. Of course, Kaelith wasn¡¯t na?ve. He understood the reality of the situation. The Golden Knight hadn''t helped him out of the goodness of his heart¡ªthere was a price to be paid. And yet¡­ in the several months since their first meeting, the mysterious figure had only visited him twice¡ªand hadn''t issued a single unreasonable order. At first, Kaelith had feared he would become nothing more than a puppet, completely controlled by his benefactor. But that hadn¡¯t happened. Far from it. And now, rather than resentment, Kaelith felt something else entirely. Relief. Having a Golden Knight backer without being a puppet? That was an outcome far better than he had ever dared to hope for. ... Seated in his father¡¯s chair, Kaelith let out a weary sigh as he signed his father¡¯s name onto the document before him. Even though he held all the power, the true Marquis was still his father¡ªbarely conscious, completely incapacitated, and clinging to life by the faintest thread. Legally, only his father¡¯s name carried any weight on official documents. But Kaelith had long since found a way around that. He simply signed the documents in his father¡¯s name. Everyone knew it. No one said a word. His father would die any day now, and Kaelith would soon inherit the title officially. Challenging him over such a trivial technicality was pointless¡ªand frankly, suicidal. Not a single person was foolish enough to try. Just as he was finishing the last stroke of his signature, a voice suddenly called out¡ª ¡°Kaelith.¡± Kaelith froze. His heart skipped a beat as he instinctively looked up. Standing before him was¡ª The mysterious Golden Knight. Chapter 44: Golden Knights Don鈥檛 Get to Rest "Benefactor, um, welcome back!" Kaelith shot to his feet, bowing deeply. Standing before the golden knight, he was as defenseless as a plucked chicken. Resistance was pointless. "This time, I''m staying longer. Bring me the financial records. I want everything: income, expenses, personnel on payroll, every last detail," Edric commanded. Kaelith bowed once more and rushed out, wasting no time. Within an hour, he returned, carrying stacks of thick tomes filled with records¡ªdozens of books, each hundreds of pages long. He carefully placed them before the golden knight. Without hesitation, Edric picked up the first tome and flipped through the pages at an astonishing speed¡ªten pages every second! Kaelith stood frozen, watching in disbelief. For an ordinary person, even a silver knight like himself, such a task would take days. Yet this golden knight, in less than ten minutes, had devoured the information as though it were a mere pamphlet. "Golden knights are terrifying... perhaps beyond my comprehension," Kaelith thought, awestruck. What he didn¡¯t realize, however, was that the golden knight¡¯s speed had little to do with his knightly prowess¡ªit was his magic rank that allowed such a feat. Finishing the last tome, Edric set the books aside and moved behind Kaelith''s desk, sinking into it as he fell into deep contemplation. Kaelith held his breath, not daring to make a sound. "Your family''s financial situation is even worse than I anticipated," Edric finally spoke, his voice laced with disappointment. "My lord, please forgive me!" Kaelith pleaded. "It is because of the war. Though I followed your orders and did everything in my power, we have yet to recover fully. The damages were immense!" Edric¡¯s armor gleamed as he leaned forward. "Your administration is bloated¡ªtoo many government employees, overlapping services, wasteful programs." "I need a vast sum of money, but it seems I won¡¯t be able to rely on your family anytime soon. To fix this mess, begin cutting costs immediately. Reduce unnecessary personnel, trim wasteful spending." "Now, bring me the most detailed map you possess¡ªone that includes trade routes, bandit hideouts, and everything else, " the golden knight said. Kaelith wasted no time. He dashed out and swiftly returned, presenting Edric with the requested maps. Edric scanned them, nodding in satisfaction. Then, in a cold yet commanding tone, he said, "Establish a new department focused solely on reducing expenses and increasing revenue. Every silver and gold coin must be saved¡ªI require a great deal of wealth in the coming months." "But worry not." His gaze flickered toward Kaelith. "If you succeed, I will personally stand by your side should you ever find yourself at odds with Oscar Stonefist." Kaelith¡¯s expression darkened as he realized the golden knight intended to bleed the Darkwind family dry. But the moment Edric mentioned backing him against Duke Stonefist, his despair turned to cautious hope. The value of a golden knight¡¯s support far exceeded a mere few tens of millions of silver. If granting the mysterious benefactor as much wealth as he desired guaranteed protection, then it was a bargain Kaelith was more than willing to accept. And just like that, Edric vanished. Kaelith stood there, frozen, his mind reeling. How? One moment, the golden knight was before him; the next, he had disappeared without a trace. "Too mysterious¡­ too overpowering¡­" he murmured, feeling a chill seep into his bones. His view of golden knights had shifted¡ªthey were far beyond what he had imagined. Of course, what Kaelith didn¡¯t know was that Edric wasn¡¯t merely a golden knight¡ªhe was also a golden mage. No ordinary golden knight could possess such unfathomable abilities.
[Edric Windwalker] Age: 16 years, 6 months, and 12 days [Tasks]
  • Next task unlocks in: 27 days
  • Next task unlocks in: 46 days
[Techniques]
  • Legendary Knight Training: 116 / 1,500,000
  • Legendary Mage Training: 3 / 1,500,000
[Talents]
  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
[Skills]
  • Energy Absorption (Red)
  • Magnetic Pull (Golden)
  • Beast¡¯s Senses (Golden)
  • Poison Resistance (Golden)
  • Crystal Skin (Silver)
  • Bloodline Sensing (Silver)
  • Telekinesis (Silver)
  • Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver)
  • Extreme Yang (Silver)
  • See-Through (Silver)
  • Flesh Control (White)
[Cheat Ability]
  • Low Level ¨C Gains 1,000 XP per day
Available XP: 407,914 Edric gazed at his system panel, deep in thought. "If I don¡¯t factor in system tasks, it will take me about three years to break through to the Legendary Knight realm¡­"Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. The system tasks, though offering astonishing rewards, were too unpredictable. There was no way to rely on them¡ªwho knew what the next task would be? There were no guarantees. "I hope it''s another ancestor-type task. With the rate at which my clone is conceiving babies, the task might even be completed instantly!" Edric mused, a smirk playing on his lips. His thoughts drifted to Duke Stonefist. "Should I pay him a visit?" For a moment, he considered it¡ªbut ultimately, he decided against it. Even though he was both a golden knight and a golden mage, he was still vulnerable. If a few golden knights joined forces against him, things could turn troublesome. And then there was King Bloodstone¡ªa legendary knight. That man alone was an extreme threat, capable of killing him in an instant. The longer his existence remained a secret, the better. It wasn¡¯t that he was a coward¡ªfar from it. But with his cheat ability, there was no need to take unnecessary risks. He only had to survive. As long as he lived, victory was inevitable. "If only I could find a way to upgrade my cheat¡­" Edric frowned. Since the day he awakened his system, it had been stuck at low level; he had never found a way to improve it. Perhaps the answer lay in the unknown. "I need to explore¡­ to understand this world better." Ever since he had merged with the Edric of this world, he had been trapped¡ªeither hunted by assassins or imprisoned by Marquis Windwalker. There had been no opportunity to truly see the world. With swift movements, he changed into ordinary clothes, blending into the common folk. Then, without hesitation, he stepped out into the streets¡ªready to finally experience the world with his own eyes. ... Darkwind City was vast and teeming with life, home to hundreds of thousands within its towering walls. As the wealthiest city in Darkwind Territory, it stood as a center of power and commerce. But, as was standard practice in this world, there was no such thing as equality or justice in the modern sense. Society was divided into rigid castes, each with its own privileges¡ªor lack thereof. At the very top stood the nobles. They were the most privileged, enjoying wealth, influence, and near-total immunity from the law. Rules barely applied to them, and their mere presence instilled fear in commoners. Few dared to cross them¡ªfewer still survived after doing so. Below them were the elites. This group consisted of those who served the nobles¡ªofficials, scholars, military officers, and distinguished individuals recognized for their achievements or education. They were respected, but ultimately, they still answered to the nobility. And at the very bottom¡ªthe free people. Anyone who didn¡¯t belong to the first two groups automatically fell into this category. Though technically free, they held little power and had to struggle for survival in a system that favored the privileged. Despite the rigid class structure, slavery was prohibited in Darkwind Territory. All people, at least in name, were free. Of course, there were also special groups¡ªprisoners, soldiers, and other unique classifications, each receiving their own treatment within the hierarchy. "The market is so bustling¡­ Hard to believe that just a few months ago, everyone was hoarding food and water, preparing for war." Edric mused, glancing around. Darkwind City¡ªthe capital of the territory and Valdrin¡¯s headquarters¡ªhad once been considered a prime target for invasion. Many expected that when Kaelith arrived, he would lay siege to the city. Yet, that never happened. When Kaelith finally came, the city guards had simply opened the gates and let him walk in¡ªno battle, no bloodshed. ... A sudden, mouthwatering scent drifted through the air. Edric sniffed. "Now that I think about it¡­ I haven¡¯t eaten in days, have I?" Ever since he left the task of "securing the next generation" to his clone, he hadn¡¯t touched a single meal. A faint sense of hunger gnawed at him. Of course, as a golden knight, he required very little sleep and could go for extended periods without food or water. But that didn¡¯t mean he could survive indefinitely without sustenance¡ªonly by breaking through to the legendary rank could one exist without the need for food, drink, or sleep. "Might as well eat something." Following the aroma, Edric soon found its source. ... The establishment stood as one of the top ten restaurants in Darkwind City, an exclusive venue catering solely to nobles and elites. Its towering double doors gleamed with golden inlays, flanked by two muscular knights who served as guards. Inside, the atmosphere was a world apart from the bustling streets outside. Unlike the common folk outside, everyone here was impeccably dressed. Their clothes were spotless, their hands smooth and uncalloused¡ªthese were people who had likely never done a day of physical labor in their lives. If they worked at all, it was behind desks in comfortable offices. At the entrance, Edric briefly hesitated. He was a noble, but not from Darkwind Territory. He had no desire to reveal his Windwalker noble badge. Instead, he cast "Deception", a simple yet effective spell. The two knights at the door glanced at him but saw nothing amiss. Without question, they let him through. Edric stepped inside and took a seat. ... The waiter handed him an elegant, leather-bound menu, lined with golden accents. The list of dishes was long and extravagant, filled with exotic names¡ªsome of which even he had never heard before. Signature Dishes:
  • Dragonbreath Steak ¨C Slow-roasted beast meat, marinated in fire-element herbs.
  • Silverlake Eel Soup ¨C A delicacy made from rare eels that glow under the moonlight.
  • Golden Phoenix Platter ¨C A dish served with multiple cuts of exotic meats, smoked with sacred incense.
  • Duskfall Venison ¨C Wild deer hunted exclusively in the enchanted Darkwood.
  • Crimson Wyvern Tail ¨C Spicy braised tail meat, prepared with volcanic peppers.
  • Stormborn Crab ¨C A rare crustacean known for its naturally electrified shell.
  • Royal Skyfruit Tart ¨C A dessert made from floating skyfruit, harvested only once a year.
The list went on and on, each dish sounding more expensive than the last. But Edric didn¡¯t care. With his enhanced mental abilities, he skimmed through the entire menu in mere seconds and chose at random. Wealth wasn¡¯t an issue. He had more than enough money to buy the entire restaurant if he wanted. And as a golden knight, his body could easily handle consuming several tons of food in one sitting. Leaning back, he waited for his meal, eager to savor the luxuries of this world. The gar?on arrived, his professional demeanor nearly faltering as he glanced at the massive list of dishes Edric had ordered. For a moment, surprise flickered in his eyes, but he quickly composed himself. Without a word, he bowed and hurried off to fulfill the order. Edric leaned back in his chair, waiting. Then¡ªthe restaurant doors swung open. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn¡¯t have paid much attention. People came and went all the time. But the moment he glanced at the newcomer, his interest piqued. It wasn¡¯t just any woman¡ªshe was a mage. And not just any mage¡ªa Silver-rank mage. "A Silver-rank¡­ here? In this backwater island?" Silver Island Territory was considered a desolate region, far from the great mage academies of the mainland. Powerful mages were rare, and yet, this woman had appeared out of nowhere. Stranger still¡ªshe didn¡¯t even notice him. That was natural. Knights could not sense another knight¡¯s power just by looking. They had to engage in battle or observe one¡¯s aura directly. Mages, however, could "see" mana. They could instinctively gauge the strength of those whose mana was of a lower quality than their own. Edric¡¯s mana was golden. A mere Silver-rank mage had no hope of perceiving him unless he allowed it. "Interesting¡­ A Silver-rank mage appearing here can only mean one thing¡ªthere¡¯s a faction of mages nearby." The possibility intrigued him. If she was part of a group, then there were others. And if there were others, that meant he could find spellbooks, magical knowledge, and perhaps even hidden mage strongholds. An opportunity. But Edric did not act rashly. He simply observed, watching her every move, carefully planning his next steps. Instead of approaching her immediately, he decided to follow her in secret¡ªto uncover her purpose, her allies, and what had brought a Silver-rank mage to this city. Chapter 45: Rhaegor鈥檚 Last Chance The silver mage settled into a chair, ordering a modest meal. Meanwhile, Edric sat nearby, his gaze subtly following her every move. As he observed, the restaurant staff began delivering the dishes he had ordered. And what a sight it was¡ªeighty different dishes, two of each! It was an absurd amount, impossible to go unnoticed. As more and more plates arrived, the sheer quantity overwhelmed his table. Soon, the staff had to bring another table to accommodate the feast¡­ then another¡­ and another; half the restaurant had turned their heads, murmuring among themselves in shock. Edric himself hardly looked the part of a glutton. His frame was neither bulky like a knight¡¯s nor bloated with excess weight. He had deliberately kept himself lean, appearing no more than a fit young man. And yet, here he was, consuming food like a beast. It was a sight both bizarre and unsettling. The silver mage woman, who had just received her single plate of food, cast him a puzzled glance. However, her curiosity was fleeting¡ªshe had seen all manner of peculiar people in her travels. Someone who ate an ungodly amount of food? Hardly the strangest thing she had encountered. But as Edric continued devouring dish after dish, a suspicion took root in her mind. A silver knight. He must be one. No ordinary man could eat that much without bursting apart. Only silver knights, with their enhanced physiques and monstrous digestive systems, were capable of such a feat. Still, she had no reason to involve herself. Whatever his reasons¡ªwhether he was a silver knight or just a man with an insatiable appetite¡ªwere none of her concern. With that thought, she finished her meal, paid her bill, and left without another glance. ¡­ "She''s leaving?" Edric rose from his seat, his gaze following the silver mage as she exited the settlement. By now, he had sampled every dish before him, though nearly half of the feast remained untouched. It didn¡¯t matter if he left before devouring everything¡ªhis curiosity had been satisfied. Perhaps he would become a regular here. Even if he one day ascended to the legendary realm, where food was no longer a necessity, he would likely still return. After all, eating was more than just sustenance¡ªit was a pleasure, one he had no intention of giving up. With that thought, he stepped away from the towering tables of food and followed after the silver mage. ¡­ The woman moved swiftly through the streets, heading toward the heart of the city¡ªtoward Kaelith¡¯s office. Does she know Kaelith? Edric wondered, keeping his distance as he followed her through the bustling avenues. She walked with purpose, not hesitating even once, until she arrived at the marquis¡¯s office where Kaelith resided. She was granted entry after a brief exchange with one of the guards. Interesting. Edric smirked. "Let¡¯s see what they¡¯re talking about." His hearing was far beyond that of an ordinary man, sharpened by his golden knight body and skills. Without ever stepping foot inside, he could hear everything spoken within those walls as clearly as if he were standing in the room himself. ¡­ Kaelith rose from his seat as the guard delivered the news. ¡°The mage finally arrived?¡± It had been so long that he had nearly forgotten about her. Months ago, his father¡ªwhose health had been steadily deteriorating¡ªhad reached out to a secretive mage organization, offering them a great sum of silver in exchange for a healer. Yet the mage never came, leading them to believe they had been deceived. As a dutiful son, of course, I want my father to recover¡­ Kaelith clenched his fists. But if he does, I¡¯ll lose my power. He was caught in a dilemma. His father had always favored Valdrin, his late brother, over him. Perhaps now, with Valdrin gone, the old man would finally acknowledge him? Maybe, just maybe, this was his chance. Still, the thought of denying the mage¡¯s treatment never even crossed his mind. Letting his own father die for the sake of power was an act too vile. No matter how much his father had overlooked him, he didn¡¯t deserve death. As he wrestled with his thoughts, the door creaked open, and the mage stepped inside, her steps light but deliberate. "Greetings, Lord Kaelith. You must be Rhaegor¡¯s second surviving son," she said, her tone calm and measured.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! Surviving son. The choice of words was deliberate. Most of Rhaegor¡¯s sons had perished after failing to ascend to the rank of Silver Knight. "Yes, and may I ask your honored name?" Kaelith replied, carefully choosing his words. "Call me Renata," she answered simply. "Master Renata, please, have a seat." Kaelith gestured toward one of the chairs. From what he knew, Renata was a ''great'' rank mage, equal to great knights. As a Silver Knight, his rank was higher than hers, and while mages commanded respect, there was no reason for him to fear her. But Renata merely shook her head. "I must politely decline. According to my schedule, I will be departing the day after tomorrow. If possible, I would like to see Lord Rhaegor immediately and assess whether I can help." Kaelith¡¯s smile stiffened. He had hoped to establish a long-term relationship with her and her organization, yet she seemed uninterested in lingering. ¡°¡­Of course. Please, follow me," he said, masking his disappointment as he led the way. ¡­ Outside the office, Edric pieced together the situation. So, does Marquis Rhaegor have ties to a mage organization? A grin tugged at his lips. ... Kaelith and Renata emerged from the office, their pace unhurried as they made their way toward Darkwind Mansion, where the ailing marquis was being cared for. Edric trailed behind them, his steps silent. ¡­ To say that Rhaegor was gravely ill would be an understatement. As a Silver Knight, he should have had several decades left to live. However, very few have ever reached their full theoretical lifespan. Rhaegor, in particular, had spent his youth on countless battlefields, fighting both for his own ambitions and in service of others. Though he had survived, he had accumulated numerous hidden injuries over the years¡ªwounds that had festered deep within him. For a time, his formidable physique masked the damage, but as he neared the twilight of his life, those old wounds finally began to resurface, tearing through him like vengeful specters of the past. There was only one true solution to his predicament¡ªadvancing to the Golden Rank. Breaking through would not only extend his lifespan but also purge his body of its ailments. However, that was nothing more than a dream. Few ever reached such heights, and for Rhaegor, it was practically impossible. The alternative was a temporary solution: alleviating his pain and healing his internal injuries so that he could at least live out his remaining years in peace. But no mortal doctor possessed the ability to mend such wounds. Only supernatural means could accomplish this¡ªwhether through healing spells, alchemical elixirs, enchanted herbs, or magical fruits. Yet here, on Silverflower Island¡ªa place with the magic aura so thin it barely existed¡ªsuch remedies were all but extinct. But nearly extinct did not mean entirely gone. Years ago, in his later years, Rhaegor had encountered a woman¡ªa mage. At the time, he had sold her a collection of rare spellbooks. It was a transaction, not a favor, but she was grateful and had left him with something invaluable: her organisation''s contact information. She had told him that if he ever came across more magical tomes, she would be willing to buy them. When the doctors finally admitted there was nothing they could do for him, Rhaegor had used that contact, sending letters¡ªand a significant sum of money¡ªpleading for her aid. That woman was Renata. Unfortunately for him, Renata had been in the middle of a critical experiment, one that, if successful, could push her to the Silver Rank. Preoccupied with her own ambitions, she had not answered his summons. Months passed. Rhaegor¡¯s condition deteriorated to the point where he was barely conscious. Those around him had already begun to prepare for his inevitable passing. But fate had not abandoned him just yet. After all this time¡ªRenata had finally come. ¡­ In recent months, Darkwind Mansion had become less of a noble estate and more of a care facility for Marquis Rhaegor. Over fifty nurses and ten doctors worked tirelessly, doing everything possible to ease his suffering. Yet, despite their best efforts, nothing truly helped. The most they could do was administer medicine to dull his pain and sustain his failing body¡ªclinging to the faint hope that a miracle might arrive. But no one truly believed such a miracle would come. And yet¡­ against all expectations, it did. ¡­ Renata studied the frail figure lying on the bed. After months of consuming countless drugs, the once-mighty marquis had become little more than skin and bones. "He¡¯s worse than I expected," Renata sighed, her thoughts drifting to the man who had once sold her the books. The one before her now was hardly a shadow of the man he had been. Back then, Rhaegor had been a powerful Silver Knight, while she had been little more than a fledgling mage. She had to tread carefully when dealing with him, but now the roles had completely reversed. She had ascended to Silver Mage, while the man who had once been so formidable was now weak and dying. "Time¡ªthe ultimate eraser of reality." The words from one of the old spellbooks echoed in her mind. Looking at Rhaegor, she understood their meaning with painful clarity. She realized, with a pang of truth, that if she didn¡¯t continue advancing through the ranks, she too would one day find herself in the same state¡ªfrail, broken, and fading into obscurity. "Let¡¯s begin," Renata murmured, casting a spell. "Disease Detection." A green light swept over Rhaegor¡¯s body, and as Renata closed her eyes, she carefully interpreted the data that flooded her mind. "Cancer... and... parasites?" She frowned deeply. "No wonder he¡¯s so thin. These vile creatures are literally feeding on him." Kaelith, who had been watching from the side, furrowed his brow. "What is cancer?" Renata shook her head, not pausing her examination. "Don¡¯t worry about it." She didn¡¯t have the time to explain complex medical knowledge to him. Most mortal doctors had no understanding of cancer, and those who contracted it often had no hope of survival. That said, Silver Knights rarely got cancer¡ª their bodies were so strong that they could eradicate any malignant tumors before they became a problem. But for Rhaegor, though his body had once been that of a strong Silver Knight, age and his accumulated injuries had left him too weak. Now, his body was failing him in every way possible. "Cancer is difficult to treat," Renata said, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "But I believe I can at least help him live out the rest of his days in peace." When she had been a Great Mage, Renata would have had little hope of helping a Silver Knight afflicted with such a condition. But now, as a Silver Mage herself, she had the strength to make a difference. It wouldn¡¯t be easy, but she was determined to try. Kaelith dropped to his knees, bowing his head in gratitude. "Please, Master Renata, heal my father!" His voice was filled with sincerity¡ªhe truly saw himself as a son who cared for his father, not as a man seeking to use his father¡¯s illness for personal gain. Renata looked at him with a glimmer of hidden admiration. Without a word, she got to work. Chapter 46: Restoring Life, Piece by Piece "I should take care of these parasites first," Renata thought, her mind sharp and focused. The bodies of Silver Knights were naturally resistant to most diseases and parasites. Even in Rhaegor''s current weakened state, he should have been immune to typical infestations. Yet, here he was, riddled with them. "These aren¡¯t ordinary parasites," she mused. "Fortunately, though they are far stronger and more resistant than the usual parasites, they aren¡¯t Silver Rank." Determined, Renata cast her first spell. "Deep Sleep." The air shimmered as the spell wrapped around Rhaegor, plunging him into a deep, unshakable slumber. She needed him out cold, especially with what was about to happen. A green light flickered in the air, its glow pulsating as the magic took hold. "Now, Cleanse." Renata¡¯s next spell was crucial. The Cleanse spell, while powerful, required careful manipulation. It wouldn¡¯t simply eradicate the parasites by itself. She had to guide the magic with precision. A brilliant green aura enveloped Rhaegor¡¯s body. Renata¡¯s brow furrowed, and her eyes closed in concentration. The magic swirled around him, working its way deep into his body, hunting for the parasites. For fifteen long minutes, the only sound was the hum of magic. Sweat beaded on Renata¡¯s forehead as she maintained the delicate control. Finally, she opened her eyes and allowed the magic to dissipate. The room fell silent. "To think he had so many parasites..." Renata muttered, wiping the sweat from her brow, her lips curling into a smile. "Fortunately, I managed to purge them all." As a mage with legendary-level talent, her mana reserves were vast. The process had been draining, especially with the resistance of the parasites, but it was well within her abilities. Without hesitation, Renata cast her next spell. "Absolute Regeneration!" It was a standard procedure after Cleanse¡ªjust in case the process had caused any unintentional harm to the patient¡¯s body. But it was also more than that. The Absolute Regeneration spell would heal old wounds, smoothing over internal damage that had built up over time. Though it wouldn¡¯t be enough to heal everything, it would certainly take care of the most glaring injuries. The green light flickered once more, and for a moment, the air seemed to hum with the power of the spell. Rhaegor¡¯s body, now free of parasites, rested in peace. "Now, I should take care of the cancer," Renata thought, her brow furrowing in concentration. This would be the most difficult part. Cancer was part of the body, making it far trickier to remove. Eradicating it completely from its roots without causing damage was no small feat. She could remove the entire cancerous organ and regenerate it afterward, but that approach came with its own risks. The process could leave behind a few rogue cancerous cells, and that could mean the cancer would return after a while. "He has heart cancer, brain cancer, bone cancer, and kidney cancer," Renata muttered, her voice laced with concern. "This is really bad..." She sighed deeply, wondering what could have caused such a massive accumulation of cancers in one person. "Maybe he was ingesting mercury or something as a magical elixir?" she mused to herself. He couldn¡¯t be that careless... could he? Turning to Kaelith, who had been watching from the side without interfering, Renata asked, "Kaelith, was there anything specific the doctors gave your father as medicine?" Kaelith looked at her, his face unreadable. "I¡¯ll get a list," he replied, stepping out to fetch it from the doctors. Renata leaned back for a moment, taking a small vial of mana elixir to replenish her energy. She had already expended a significant portion of her mana, and this next procedure would demand even more. Her plan was to use concentrated rays to completely burn away the cancerous cells, while simultaneously regenerating the affected areas with Absolute Regeneration. It was an extremely mana-intensive process, and she needed to be at full strength to succeed. ... Ten minutes later, Kaelith returned, holding a list in his hand. Renata took the list, her eyes scanning it quickly. "Lightstone?!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief. "You¡¯re telling me you fed him lightstone as medicine?" Her tone was incredulous. "The doctors were desperate," Kaelith explained, his face unchanging. "His condition was worsening, so I allowed them to try experimental treatments."If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Renata stared at him, stunned. "You guys... are crazy!" She set the list down, shaking her head. No wonder Rhaegor had so many cancers. If Edric had been here, he would have immediately recognized what they called "lightstone" on Earth¡ªuranium. "Lightstone is dangerous just to be near! And you fed it to him?" Renata¡¯s voice trembled with frustration. "This makes things even harder. Now I¡¯ll have to completely cleanse his body of any remaining uranium!" She sighed, her fingers brushing through her hair in exasperation. As a Silver Mage, lightstone posed no threat to her directly, but even she didn''t want it anywhere near her body. "Alright, let''s get to work," Renata said, her expression hardening as she stood and centered herself. She began casting the spells she had prepared. "Intense Ray!" The air around her hummed with power as the spell took shape, but she didn''t stop there. At the same time, she cast Medical Sight, followed by Gradual Absolute Regeneration. Managing three powerful spells simultaneously was no small feat, even for someone of her caliber. It was a display of immense talent and concentration. Even Renata felt the strain as she focused on maintaining the delicate balance. Using the Medical Sight, she pinpointed the cancerous organs within Rhaegor¡¯s body. With a flick of her wrist, she directed the Intense Ray to burn away the cancerous tissues, then allowed the Gradual Absolute Regeneration to begin healing and regenerating the affected areas. Every thirty minutes, she had to pause and take a short rest to recover her mana. The process was exhausting, but she pushed forward. ... After five hours of focused work, Renata had successfully removed the kidney and bone cancers. But the heart and brain cancers were proving to be much more difficult. Using the Intense Ray on those areas was risky, as it could damage the delicate tissues beyond the cancerous growth. Thinking quickly, she decided to use a more precise spell: Magic Ray. While Magic Ray was weaker than Intense Ray, it allowed for a far more targeted approach. With it, Renata could eliminate cancerous cells without harming the surrounding healthy tissue. However, the process would take much longer, and her patience would be tested. To properly identify the cancerous cells, Renata cast Boosted Medical Sight. The boosted spell drained more mana, but it offered a much more detailed view of the body. With the Magic Ray in hand, Renata carefully began removing the cancerous cells from Rhaegor''s heart. She worked slowly and deliberately, taking her time to remove the infected tissue piece by piece. After each removal, she allowed Gradual Absolute Regeneration to heal the affected area, restoring it with the precision that only a master mage could wield. She was meticulous, patient¡ªthere was no room for haste. The process was exhausting, and she had to take breaks every fifteen minutes. Both the Magic Ray and the Boosted Medical Sight spells consumed far more mana than usual, forcing her to rest often to recover her strength. ... Six hours passed, and after a monumental effort, Renata finally eradicated all the cancerous cells from Rhaegor''s heart. By then, Kaelith had long since left the room, leaving Renata alone with her work. The reckless doctors who had fed Rhaegor Lightstone weren¡¯t allowed to return. Renata had made sure of that, recommending their immediate termination to Kaelith. They were not to be trusted. "Alright," she muttered to herself. "Now for the brain cancer." The brain was by far the most delicate organ. Any damage, even if healed, could have long-lasting effects. Memory, after all, was stored both in the soul and the brain. Once a memory was lost from the brain, recovering it would take immense effort and time. She could wait years for the soul to begin leaking memories back into the brain, or she could use more advanced spells to copy the lost memories and implant them into the brain. But Renata wasn¡¯t skilled in those particular arts, and she didn¡¯t want to risk any unnecessary complications. Her plan was simple: remove the cancerous cells without damaging the brain itself. With this in mind, Renata cast Double-Boosted Medical Sight, Nerfed Magic Ray, and Boosted Gradual Regeneration. These combined spells would allow her to minimize the risk of damaging healthy brain tissue while still targeting the cancerous cells. Carefully, with the utmost precision, she focused on the tumors, erasing them one by one. The healthy brain cells were preserved, and with each step, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the brain was not as badly damaged as she had feared. It was under pressure from the tumors, but the tissue itself remained intact. No further complications arose from the procedure. After another eight hours of grueling work, Renata finally eradicated the brain cancer entirely. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Renata slumped slightly, her exhaustion palpable. But she didn¡¯t falter; the hardest part was over. She had done it. Taking a deep breath, she focused on recovering her mana. Once she felt the familiar surge of power coursing through her, she cast Triple-Boosted Auto Cleanse. This spell was the perfect solution to cleanse the Lightstone fragments still lingering in his body. It was automatic, meaning it could remove harmful substances without the need for direct manipulation from the caster. Renata cast the spell ten times, making sure every last trace of Lightstone was purged from his system. Next, she recovered his mana and prepared for the final step. She cast Triple-Boosted ¨C Deep Regeneration. This spell was designed to heal deep, hidden internal injuries, and she used it ten times to ensure all of Rhaegor''s internal wounds were addressed. Renata considered herself a medical mage, and she was highly skilled in this field. Over the years, she had acquired a vast collection of medical spellbooks, and this knowledge was invaluable in her work. Once the internal injuries were healed, she cast Triple-Boosted ¨C Absolute Regeneration, the final touch to fully restore Rhaegor¡¯s body. ... Turning to Kaelith, who had returned to the room, she gave a tired but satisfied smile. "It¡¯s over. He¡¯s fine now and can live the rest of his life happily." Kaelith, who had watched Renata work tirelessly for tens of hours, his father¡¯s life hanging in the balance, was beyond impressed. His voice was full of gratitude as he bowed deeply. "Master Renata. I can never thank you enough." Renata smiled warmly and shook her head. "No need for thanks. If it wasn¡¯t for your father that year, I may have never become what I am today," she replied. That year, those books Rhaegor sold me were the first medical magical texts I ever owned, she thought. They were the beginning of my path as a mage, and a time when I was most vulnerable. Turning back to Rhaegor, she nodded to Kaelith. "I¡¯m going to dispel Deep Sleep now." Kaelith gave a subtle nod, his heart heavy with hope that everything would go smoothly. "Dispel ¨C Deep Sleep!" Renata cast, her voice steady but tinged with anticipation. Chapter 47 Not Worth the Risk Rhaegor opened his eyes. "Father?" Kaelith''s voice trembled with worry. Marquis Darkwind, his body still frail and thin, slowly turned his head. His weak eyes locked onto Kaelith as he rasped, "Where is Valdrin?" Kaelith sighed in his heart, his gaze darkening. "Father¡­ unfortunately, my brother¡­ he did not survive." "Died?" Marquis Darkwind''s eyes widened in shock. Summoning what little strength he had, he struggled to sit up. After a few moments of effort, he managed it. His weary gaze fixed on Kaelith as he pressed, "What happened? What is going on here? Kaelith¡­ why are you here? Weren¡¯t you leading the rebel forces?" "Father, you¡¯ve been unconscious for months! A lot has happened since then," Kaelith said, his voice laced with frustration and sorrow. A tired sigh broke the tense atmosphere. "Alright, it seems Marquis Rhaegor is stable. I will take my leave," said Renata, her tone edged with exhaustion. She had been working tirelessly for hours. Even as a Silver Mage, with a stamina far surpassing ordinary people, the toll was evident in her weary posture. Rhaegor''s tired eyes flickered with recognition. "You¡­ Are you Renata? You''ve finally arrived?" His mind, though still sluggish, pulled forth an old memory¡ªthe young mage who had once purchased a few magic books from him at a generous price, many years ago. Like most high-ranking nobles, the Darkwind family possessed a collection of magic books. They were far from an exception. Their lineage, shared with the Windwalker family, traced back to a powerful Silver Mage. Though the Windwalkers had inherited the majority of those tomes, many had remained in the hands of the Darkwind family. Magic spellbooks were treasures beyond compare. Yet, in truth, they were seldom of any practical use. Mage talent was so rare that entire bloodlines could go centuries without producing a single spellcaster. Selling such invaluable tomes was an act few would dare consider. After all, should the family ever birth a mage in the future, what shame it would be to have no knowledge left for them to inherit. Furthermore, most magic books were not easily replicated¡ªordinary scribes lacked the means to copy their pages perfectly. Thus, selling mere copies was rarely an option. But back then, Rhaegor had not parted with those books for mere wealth. No, he had done so to forge a connection with a promising mage. Mages were a rarity on Silver Flower Island. Neither silver nor gold alone could guarantee their loyalty¡ªone needed relationships, influence, and well-placed investments. Rhaegor had chosen to gamble on Renata. "I apologize for my late arrival. I was¡­ preoccupied." Lifting his hands, Rhaegor gazed at his palms. A slow smile stretched across his lips. Though his body remained frail, the pain that had tormented him was gone. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt whole. He felt¡­ alive. "Thank you!" Marquis Rhaegor looked at Renata, his eyes filled with deep gratitude. With the parasites, diseases, and internal injuries eradicated, his natural physique as a Silver Knight was already beginning its recovery. His weakness would soon fade the moment he resumed eating properly. For the rest of his days, he would finally know peace. If fortune favored him, he might even live for decades more. Of course, he would never again step onto the battlefield as he had in his youth, but to live in good health was more than he could have ever asked for. Renata smiled. She had not originally set out to become a medical mage¡ªher path had been decided the day she purchased those books from Marquis Darkwind. At the time, she had merely been an eager student, unaware of the path she was stepping onto. But over the years, healing had become more than just a profession. It had become her passion. And this¡ªthis very moment¡ªwas what she loved most. The look of pure gratitude in the eyes of someone she had saved. The relief. The joy of having their suffering lifted. "Marquis Darkwind, I should be the one thanking you," she said with a warm smile. "If it weren¡¯t for those books, I never would have become who I am today." Truthfully, with her legendary mage talent, she would have undoubtedly been taken in by one of the mage circles regardless. But without those books, she would have never walked the path of healing.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. She would have become a battle mage¡ªlike most others. In the grand scheme of things, there was no real difference between a battle mage and a medical mage. Their bodies, their mana, their power¡ªit was all the same. The true distinction lay in their focus. Renata had dedicated all her time to the study of healing magic. She had little experience in combat, rarely¡ªif ever¡ªpracticing offensive spells. If she were to face another mage of equal rank who specialized in battle magic, her chances of victory would be slim. And yet, she had no regrets. Even if one set aside matters of morality and looked at things purely from a pragmatic standpoint, being a medical mage was a far better path. As a ''Great'' Rank medical mage, she was already in high demand. Even the Bloodstone Family, the royal lineage of this kingdom, maintained a cordial relationship with her. After all, who wouldn¡¯t want a talented healer as an ally? But after breaking through to Silver Rank, her value had soared to an entirely new level. Now, even the king himself treated her with kindness. The great noble houses vied for her favor, eager to earn her goodwill. Because in the end, everyone ages. And when their strength begins to fade, when time comes to claim its due, they all seek the same thing¡ªsomeone like her to prolong their days. "Thank you, Master Renata!" Kaelith bowed deeply in gratitude. Renata gave a small nod before turning to leave the room. As the door shut behind her, Rhaegor exhaled heavily and turned to his son. "Kaelith, tell me everything. What happened while I was unconscious?" Kaelith took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Very well, Father. I¡¯ll start from the beginning." He spared no details. Not even the matter of the mysterious Golden Knight. Now that his father had regained consciousness, as the Marquis of House Darkwind, he had to know the truth. Even though Kaelith now held all the power, and even though it would have been easy to suppress his father and keep his position, he had no intention of doing so. He was a son before he was a ruler. The title of Marquis of Darkwind rightfully belonged to his father, and Kaelith would not usurp it for personal gain. In truth, the only reason he had joined the rebel forces in the first place had been because of Valdrin. But now that Valdrin was dead, there was no one else who could inherit the marquis title besides himself. From a purely rational perspective, he was already the rightful heir¡ªthe undisputed successor. There were no rivals. There was no reason to taint his own legitimacy by seizing power through force. ... For the next half-hour, Kaelith spoke, recounting everything that had transpired. Rhaegor listened intently, his expression shifting from shock to sorrow, from rage to deep contemplation. Then, at last, he spoke. "That mysterious Golden Knight¡­ he was the one who killed my Valdrin?" His voice trembled with barely contained fury. Though he had always loved all his children, Valdrin had been his favorite¡ªthe son he had cherished most. Kaelith nodded solemnly. "That is the truth, Father." Rhaegor¡¯s fingers clenched into fists. His jaw tightened, his breath heavy with anger. "I have lived my life without ever once laying eyes upon a single Golden Knight¡ªyet, in the span of just a few short months, not only has Oscar broken through, but another unknown Golden Knight has appeared from nowhere?" His mind swirled with questions. He had his suspicions. His own theories. One in particular stood out¡ªwhat if the mysterious Golden Knight and Marquis Stonefist were one and the same? It was too great a coincidence. And Rhaegor Darkwind did not believe in coincidences. After all, it was unbelievable that two Golden Knights would willingly remain in this desolate part of Silver Flower Island¡ªa land long dismissed as the most barren and insignificant region. For centuries, it had been overlooked. Neither the Golden Knights nor the Ducal families had ever paid it any attention. And yet, now¡ªtwo had emerged. "It is indeed strange, Father," Kaelith admitted, his expression grave. "But it''s the truth. I can confirm without a doubt¡ªthe mysterious Golden Knight is far stronger than me! He is definitely beyond Silver Rank!" Rhaegor fell silent, deep in thought. There were too many unanswered questions, too many shifting pieces. But now was not the time to dwell on them. Setting aside his worries and suspicions, he exhaled and forced a small smile. "My son, Kaelith¡ªbring me food. A lot of it. I¡¯ll think on all of this once my stomach is full!" Kaelith looked at his father¡¯s frail body, his once-mighty frame reduced by illness and starvation. Without hesitation, he nodded. "I¡¯ll bring you a proper meal," he promised. Not trusting anyone else with the task, he left to personally prepare his father¡¯s first true feast in a long, long time. ... "Interesting." Edric¡¯s lips curled into a slight smirk as he leaned against the shadowed wall, his extraordinary senses having caught every word spoken inside the room. He had listened. And now, he was certain of one thing¡ª He needed to be very, very careful around Renata. Silver Mages were rare enough on Silver Flower Island, but a Silver Mage specializing in healing? That was virtually unheard of. In fact, she might very well be the only one of her kind in the entire region. Even as a Golden Rank mage, Edric wasn¡¯t entirely confident he could have treated Rhaegor¡¯s wounds as skillfully as she had. Her work had been¡­ flawless. Delicate. Precise. Far beyond anything someone with "average" talent¡ªsomeone like himself¡ªcould hope to replicate. Of course, with his Golden-level mana, he could have brute-forced the healing process. A single high-rank spell, unleashed with raw power, could have forcefully repaired Rhaegor¡¯s body in an instant. But that was the difference. Renata¡¯s method was controlled. Refined. Masterful. "She¡¯s connected to something bigger," Edric thought, his sharp mind racing. A mage of her caliber couldn¡¯t possibly exist in isolation. She had to be tied to a mage organization¡ªperhaps even the Bloodstone Family itself. The royal family would never let someone of her talent roam free without keeping a close watch. Which meant¡­ Touching her was too risky. Edric let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. It wasn¡¯t worth it. His original plan had been simple¡ªcapture her, steal her books, and pry whatever information he could about the mage organizations. But after everything he had seen and heard¡­ He abandoned the idea. He didn¡¯t need the risk. In three years at most, he would break through to Legendary Rank. That was already set in stone. There was no reason to jeopardize his future by provoking the royal family. Edric turned on his heel and vanished into the night. Chapter 48 The Birth of Carl, the Merchant Renata walked out of the city slowly, her steps measured and calm. She hadn''t healed Marquis Rhaegor Darkwind for free. He had paid a hefty sum in gold and silver. However, had she not been familiar with him, she wouldn¡¯t have come personally to treat him. The price for her personal attendance was at least 100 million silver. Her organization, the Bloodstone Order of Mages, was home to many powerful mages. At its helm was a single Golden Mage¡ªthe only one in the entire kingdom. He ruled over the order as its leader. The name "Bloodstone Order of Mages" might sound grand, but in truth, the order only had eight Silver Mages under its command. Despite the kingdom''s vast population exceeding 100 million, there were fewer than ten known Silver Mages¡ªan undeniable testament to their rarity. Of course, it was possible that other Silver Mages existed outside the order, but Renata had never met one. And until she saw such a person with her own eyes, she wouldn¡¯t believe they existed. Beneath the Silver Mages, there were roughly 100 Great Mages and 1,000 Average Mages. Thousands of servants and students with even the faintest trace of magical talent trained under the order, though only a few might one day reach the rank of Average Mage¡ªlet alone higher. When high-ranking nobles requested a mage through official channels, the Bloodstone Order usually sent an Average Mage or, at most, a Great Mage. It was extremely rare for someone outside the royal family to have access to a Silver Mage. Among the eight Silver Mages, four were battle mages, one was a formation master, one was an elixir master, and another was a crafter. Renata was the eighth and the newest¡ªa healer. As a Silver-rank Healer, her value was immeasurable. Even 100 million silver might not be enough to summon her services. This time, she needed special permission from the leader himself just to come here and save an old friend. ... As she walked out of the city, a tall man with tanned skin appeared before her. Rings adorned eight of his ten fingers, and piercings decorated his nose and ears. "Master Renata, is your task complete?" he asked. "It is over, Lord Fabian. We can return." Renata, as a Silver-rank healer and the greatest in the kingdom, could not travel alone. To ensure her safety, a Golden Knight had been shadowing her from a distance. Fabian frowned and said, "Master Renata, I''m afraid we cannot leave yet. I''ve already summoned reinforcements¡ªDuke Stonefist and Master Elliot are on their way." Renata''s brows furrowed. "What happened?" Fabian¡¯s expression darkened. "While I was following you in the city, I noticed someone else tailing you. I suspect he might be a Golden Knight." Renata froze. "A Golden Knight?" she whispered, a chill running down her spine. She had never imagined that a simple trip to help a friend would turn into a life-and-death situation. "I can¡¯t say for certain," Fabian admitted, "since knights cannot directly sense each other¡¯s strength unless we fight or see their aura. But based on his movements... using my three centuries of experience, I am moderately certain¡ªhe was a Golden Knight." Renata''s heart pounded. "Don¡¯t worry," Fabian reassured her. "The man left a while ago. I only called for reinforcements to ensure we can safely return to the protective formation of the Bloodstone Order. Once you''re secure, we will investigate who this man was." Fabian''s duty was solely to protect Renata¡ªnothing else. He hadn''t dared to reveal himself to the suspected Golden Knight. While Fabian was strong, if a fight had broken out, he wouldn¡¯t have been able to protect Renata and fight at the same time. Hearing this, Renata nodded. "Then we shall wait in the city for Master Stonefist and Master Elliot." Fabian nodded and followed as Renata turned and stepped back into the city. ... While Edric was busy in Darkwind City, his clone was preoccupied with planting the seeds of the next generation of the Windwalker Family. Although it was merely a clone, lacking independent consciousness, its reproductive abilities were fully intact¡ªperfectly healthy and fertile.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. Technically, he still wasn¡¯t sure whether children conceived by the clone would be recognized by the System as his own. However, after using a few Silver-rank spells to test some of the women, he confirmed that genetically, the offspring were completely indistinguishable from those conceived by his real body. For that reason, he was hopeful. If the System ever assigned him a task related to having children, it might recognize these offspring as his. ... After ensuring everything was in place, Edric returned to Windwalker Castle without being detected. He recharged the clone before heading out once again. His plans for the future were simple¡ªexplore further. "If only I could extend the clone¡¯s lifespan..." he thought. Right now, he had no choice but to return every day to recharge the clone, restricting his time spent outside. He couldn¡¯t venture too far from the castle as long as the clone required daily maintenance. He had a few ideas on how to fix this issue. Elemental Crystals and Magic Stones seemed like potential solutions, but he lacked the knowledge to create the necessary formations. He couldn¡¯t just shove a magic stone into the clone¡¯s body and expect it to work. There needed to be a system¡ªa proper flow of energy, just like installing a battery in a construct. It frustrated him. "It¡¯s a shame those books had nothing on this..." Even though he was a Golden Mage, his average talent meant he had no chance of inventing a Silver or Golden-rank spell or formation on his own. His System had allowed him to break past his talent limitations and reach Golden rank, but when it came to creating or innovating new magic, raw talent was still necessary. And that was something he simply did not have. ... A few days later ... "I have 23 hours until I have to recharge the clone," Edric thought as he gazed at the snowy road ahead. Then, he gave the command. "Go!" The servant, seated at the front of the horse-drawn carriage, snapped the reins, and the caravan began moving. Edric sat inside the lead carriage, but he wasn¡¯t traveling alone¡ªbehind him, twenty other carriages followed in formation. Before, when he was still a silver mage, he used the Eagle¡¯s Wings spell. But now, as a Golden Mage, he no longer needed Eagle¡¯s Wings at all¡ªhe could simply use a Flight Spell. Flight spell is faster than Eagle''s wing so that he could recharge the clone faster. ... He was leading a trade caravan to a neighboring city. His destination? A city ruled by Countess Freya Bloodstone. She governed a border city that marked the division between King Bloodstone¡¯s lands and those of Marquis Darkwind. Though King Bloodstone ruled the entire kingdom, he didn¡¯t directly control all of it. Much of the land was governed by Marquises and Dukes from other noble families. That said, as king, his personal domain¡ªthe lands directly controlled by the Bloodstone Family¡ªwas the largest in both population and size. However, the king rarely personally involved himself in these affairs. Instead, his vast territory was divided among various members of the Bloodstone Family, who were granted noble titles and put in charge. Unlike the Marquises and Dukes of other noble houses, these Bloodstone nobles had no autonomy whatsoever¡ªthey were bound entirely by the will of the Bloodstone Family¡¯s capital. But Edric didn¡¯t care about the kingdom¡¯s power struggles. His reason for leading this trade caravan was simple. He needed an official identity¡ªone completely separate from Edric Windwalker. He would become a merchant. This caravan had been carefully assembled with the secret assistance of Kaelith. Its cargo? Luxury goods¡ªexpensive items meant only for the wealthy elite. Using magic, Edric had completely altered his appearance. His once-red hair was now black. His green eyes had turned a deep brown, and his skin had darkened. Nothing about him resembled his true self. He had even crafted a detailed backstory¡ªone that would hold up as long as no one dug too deep. To the world, he would be a minor noble landlord who had sold everything to start a trade company. If anyone bothered to investigate, they would find witnesses who could confirm his tale. They would even find records of the land he had supposedly sold to fund his new venture. With this new identity, Edric Windwalker would disappear. And in his place, a wealthy merchant would rise. Of course, he would only initiate the plan if something goes wrong with Edric''s identity. All of this had been carefully arranged with Kaelith¡¯s assistance. Even though Rhaegor had been healed, even he had to grit his teeth and obey Edric. After all, no one could afford to become the enemy of a Golden Knight¡ªnot unless they had the support of multiple Golden Knights themselves. Of course, from Edric¡¯s perspective, there was no way Rhaegor or Kaelith could gather the backing of more than one Golden Knight in a place as barren and isolated as this. So, he wasn¡¯t particularly worried. As a final measure, he planned to silence everyone in the trade caravan once their journey was complete. He couldn¡¯t allow anyone to leak information about his location or his new identity¡ªnot to Kaelith, not to anyone. Even though none of these merchants and servants knew his real identity, they could still provide clues. Clues that might eventually lead back to him. Once he registered as a merchant under the Bloodstone Family, he would gain an official identity, recognized across the entire Bloodstone Kingdom. At that point, he could abandon the identity of Edric Windwalker and fully embrace his new persona¡ªCarl, the merchant. Having an official identity was crucial. Without it, accessing certain key locations would become unnecessarily difficult. One such place was Flicker Port¡ªthe largest port in the Bloodstone Kingdom. Once every decade, an advanced magical ship would dock there, offering direct passage to the mainland of the Flicker Empire. If he wanted to secure passage aboard that ship, he needed an official identity¡ªotherwise, it would be almost impossible to get on. Of course, there were other ways. He could simply kill someone, steal their appearance, and board the ship under their name. But that was a last resort. A more long-term, carefully built fake identity was the better option. That was why he was here, traveling with this trade group¡ªcarefully crafting a new life. As he thought about his future plans, he leaned back in his carriage seat, waiting patiently. Chapter 49 Playing the Part Countess Freya Bloodstone was an ordinary person who lacked the talent or aptitude to be a knight or a mage. In the Kingdom of Bloodstone, nobility and martial prowess were intrinsically linked. Barons were, at the very least, knights. Viscounts and counts were expected to reach the level of great knights, while marquises and dukes held the rank of silver knights. This was not merely tradition but necessity. A noble who lacked personal strength risked having their authority undermined, becoming nothing more than a puppet to their subordinates. To prevent such a fate, noble families almost exclusively chose heirs with knightly potential. Even for a direct successor, a lack of talent could spark fierce opposition to their inheritance. If a noble failed to produce an heir with at least silver knight talent, they would often be forced to adopt a more capable relative, allowing another branch of the family to take over. Such was the case with Lyria. She was not originally the main successor of her family¡¯s branch, yet she inherited the title because the family¡¯s higher-ups¡ªmost notably Marquis Alaric Windwalker¡ªrecognized her as the most qualified. With their backing, she secured her rightful place. This was the way of noble families throughout the kingdom. With one exception. The Bloodstone family. Unlike other noble houses, the Bloodstone nobles were little more than bureaucrats¡ªfigureheads devoid of any real power. Countess Freya Bloodstone, despite her noble title, was entirely subject to the directives of Bloodstone City. She held no actual authority, nor was there any risk of her being manipulated by her subordinates. There was simply no need for her to wield personal strength. For at the pinnacle of the kingdom stood King Bloodstone. With a legendary knight ruling over the land, none dared to challenge his will. The kingdom''s governance was left to the prime minister, the ministers, and other influential members residing in Bloodstone City. The king¡¯s time was far too valuable to be wasted on administrative affairs. Though Bloodstone City held absolute power over its own nobles, it rarely interfered with the autonomy of other noble houses. Decrees issued by the capital were primarily binding on the Bloodstone family itself. Only under extraordinary circumstances would an order extend to the entire kingdom¡ªout of respect for the sovereignty of the noble families. Of course, the nobles of the Bloodstone family were anything but independent from King Bloodstone! He was not only their king¡ªhe was their patriarch. There was simply no room for autonomy. Unlike other noble families, the Bloodstone family¡¯s military was completely centralized¡ªone of the most significant differences in governance compared to the rest of the kingdom. In families like Windwalker, Darkwind, and Stonefist, each minor noble maintained their own private army, personal guards, and security forces. But the nobles of the Bloodstone family had no personal troops, no standing army of their own. Instead, all military and police forces were under the direct control of Bloodstone City, the capital, and were distributed across the kingdom as needed. Take Adventurous City, for example¡ªthe city under Countess Freya Bloodstone¡¯s jurisdiction. Located on the border, it boasted a population of approximately 800,000 and had been assigned a standing army of 25,000 soldiers. Such a sizable force was necessary to protect the city¡¯s strategic position. Though Freya Bloodstone nominally commanded Adventurous City¡¯s army under normal circumstances, her authority was strictly limited. She was bound to follow the directives issued by Bloodstone City, the administrative hub of the kingdom. While she had some degree of discretion, it was nowhere near the level of autonomy that nobles from other families enjoyed. This was the nature of the Bloodstone Family¡ªwhere power was consolidated, and true authority rested in the hands of the king and his chosen rulers. ... Edric¡ªor rather, Carl the Merchant¡ªjumped down from the carriage. Silver Flower Island wasn¡¯t known for harsh winters. Nestled in the middle of the ocean, it typically enjoyed a warm and temperate climate. However, a rare snowfall a few days prior had blanketed the land in shimmering white, transforming the usually vibrant island into a frozen expanse. Now, acting as Carl¡ªan ordinary merchant¡ªEdric had to dress the part. Wrapped in thick, warm clothing, he blended seamlessly into the role he had taken on. Behind him, over twenty carriages stood in formation, each laden with luxurious goods. Transporting such valuable cargo under normal circumstances would have required significant preparation¡ªat least one great knight, a contingent of fifty guards, and a group of servants to manage the convoy.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. But recent events had changed everything. Before the unification of the Darkwind family, their lands had been infested with countless bandit groups, to the point where even the rulers of Bloodstone City had begun to take notice. After all, while the obstructed roads technically lay within Darkwind territory, the disruptions they caused rippled far beyond its borders, choking regional trade. The Minister of Trade had ordered Marquis Darkwind to eradicate the bandits and restore order, as all noble families were required to maintain open, secure roads for commerce. While nobles had a great deal of autonomy, they were not entirely free from obligation. Trade was the lifeblood of the kingdom¡ªensuring safe passage benefited everyone, so there was little opposition to the mandate. However, at the time, Valdrin Darkwind had been preoccupied. Engulfed in internal struggles, he simply ignored the order. Recognizing the chaos within the Darkwind family, the minister had chosen to wait rather than escalate matters. Sending troops to enforce the decree would have drained too many resources¡ªan expense the Ministry of Trade was unwilling to bear. Under normal circumstances, defying a minister¡¯s order would have been seen as a serious offense, but given the ongoing civil war, the government had turned a blind eye. Then, Kaelith Darkwind took over. With the family unified under his rule, the Ministry of Trade wasted no time¡ªthey immediately ordered him to clear the roads and reestablish the trade routes. Kaelith Darkwind understood one thing well¡ªthe minister¡¯s patience was not infinite. When he received the order, he acted decisively, mobilizing a massive force of 50,000 soldiers to eradicate every last bandit from his lands. It had only been a few months since that ruthless purge, and the aftermath still lingered¡ªblood-stained roads, shattered bones, and the eerie silence where chaos once ruled. Simply put, not a single bandit group had survived the slaughter Kaelith had ordered. For merchants, this was a golden era. The roads were safer than they had been in decades. Because of this, Edric had no need for an excessive security detail. Where merchants once required great knights and large armed escorts, he had hired only a single knight and ten guards to accompany his trade caravan. Of course, in reality, he didn¡¯t need protection at all. He was a golden knight and a mage, more powerful than any ordinary escort. However, as Carl the Merchant, an unassuming trader, he had to maintain the illusion of being just another ordinary man. ¡°Let¡¯s go!¡± Edric, fully in character as Carl, strode toward the city gates. When the guards approached, he produced a set of documents, meticulously prepared in advance. The men examined them carefully, then proceeded to inspect each carriage, checking the contents thoroughly. The process dragged on for half an hour, but finally, they were granted entry. The gates of Adventurous City swung open before them. And so, Carl the Merchant stepped inside. ... The Bloodstone Kingdom¡¯s Chamber of Commerce was an immensely powerful organization. Virtually every trade group, factory, shop, and merchant within the kingdom was a member. It imposed a flat 1% tax on the profits of all its members¡ªa seemingly small percentage, but one that amounted to an astronomical sum each year. Every business worth its name was part of the Chamber. The reason was simple¡ªit provided value that made membership essential. No one could trade effectively without it. What kind of services could a voluntary association provide? 1. Legal Protection The Chairman of the Chamber was a member of the Bloodstone family¡ªa man deeply connected to the kingdom¡¯s most powerful figures. Simply put, being a member provided a layer of protection. And not being a member? That was as good as painting a target on your back. 2. Trade Reputation & Trustworthiness The Chamber maintained records of all its members¡ªtheir businesses, trade history, credit ratings, and trustworthiness. If a merchant had ever committed fraud, every other member would know about it. This transparency made business smoother and reduced the risks of dealing with unreliable traders. 3. Exclusive Discounts & Benefits The Chamber also negotiated special deals for its members. For example, it had a 5% discount agreement with the Guards'' Association, meaning Chamber members could hire guards for their trade convoys cheaper than non-members. Even large trade groups, which had their own private security, still relied on hired guards for extra protection¡ªso this benefit was invaluable. Membership Requirements Becoming a member was fairly simple, but it required meeting three key conditions:
  1. Pass a Background Check ¨C This was a surface-level investigation to ensure the applicant wasn¡¯t a known scammer. Since new members joined daily, conducting deep investigations on every single one was impractical.
  2. Post a Bond ¨C This cash deposit was pooled into an investment fund, generating profits used to cover potential losses caused by fraudulent members. The initial deposit would be returned after 10 years, but after that, members were no longer covered by this insurance.
  3. Own a Place of Business & Provide a Service ¨C The Chamber only admitted actual merchants. If a member failed to operate a business or service for five consecutive years, they would be expelled.
... Edric, fully in character as Carl the Merchant, gazed up at the grand structure before him. The Chamber of Commerce Branch Headquarters was an imposing sight¡ªa towering edifice of polished marble and dark ironwood beams, radiating an air of power and authority. The fa?ade was adorned with golden inlays, depicting symbols of trade and prosperity¡ªweighing scales, overflowing coin purses, and a merchant¡¯s ship caught in full sail. At the entrance, two colossal stone pillars, carved with intricate reliefs of great traders and legendary deals, framed a set of ornate double doors¡ªmassive things of reinforced oak, etched with the Chamber¡¯s crest. The emblem was simple yet absolute in its meaning: a single gold coin, wreathed in chains, signifying both wealth and obligation. Inside, the air buzzed with the hum of business¡ªscribes scratching out records, merchants haggling over contracts, clerks shuffling between desks with stacks of ledgers. Chandeliers of crystal bathed the hall in a soft, warm glow, illuminating rows of polished counters where officials processed paperwork and handled trade disputes. Edric took a deep breath. If he was to establish himself as Carl the Merchant, his first step would be registering here. A formal membership would grant him legitimacy, making his disguise more convincing. With that thought in mind, he stepped inside. Chapter 50 A Place Among the Elite Edric Windwalker, playing as Carl the Merchant, stepped into the building. He made his way to the counter, where a clerk promptly greeted him. "How can I help you?" the clerk asked. The clerk was a woman with a thick layer of makeup coating her features. Instead of enhancing her appearance, the makeup only seemed to diminish it, leaving her looking slightly below average. Edric wasn¡¯t one to concern himself with the way others looked. He gave no thought to appearances, not in the slightest. Approaching the counter, he spoke calmly. "I am here to register my name as a new first-grade merchant." The clerk, looking up from her desk, raised an eyebrow. "A first-grade merchant? Then your honor must be a noble, correct?" Edric nodded, his tone unwavering. "Yes, I am a noble." Anyone can register as a merchant, but only nobles can attain the rank of a First-Grade Merchant. While the title comes with a few minor privileges, its primary purpose is to create a clear distinction between noble and common merchants. In the Bloodstone Kingdom, Silver Island, and even the Flicker Empire, noble status isn''t just a mark of prestige; it is an unshakable pillar of society, deeply ingrained in the very fabric of people''s worldview. Because of this deeply ingrained culture¡ªwhere nobility is revered and those without a title are looked down upon¡ªmany merchants, or rather, nearly all who can afford it, choose to purchase a title from the Bloodstone Family¡¯s Office of Titles. This office specializes in selling noble titles, though without any accompanying fief. It provides an opportunity for the wealthy¡ªthose ''unfortunate'' enough to be born outside noble bloodlines¡ªto obtain a title of their own. Of course, the price is astronomical, turning it into a lucrative business for the kingdom. After all, they are selling nothing more than a piece of paper, sometimes for a fortune worth millions of silver! The identity Edric had carefully crafted was indeed that of a noble¡ªbut a minor one; with Kaelith helping, it was easy to fake the identity of a noble of the darkwind family. Minor nobles who were not directly bestowed their titles by the king were typically not officially recognized in most regions. However, many associations and businesses across the kingdom¡ªespecially those with national reach¡ªtended to acknowledge titles conferred by figures other than the king himself. As Edric handed over his documentation, the clerk gave them a brief glance, her scrutiny minimal at best. Not that it mattered¡ªfalsifying these papers wasn¡¯t particularly difficult. These were only preliminary checks, after all. The real investigation would come later, when the Chamber dispatched officials to verify the truth of Edric¡¯s¡ª or rather, Carl¡¯s¡ªclaims. While the Chamber¡¯s background checks weren¡¯t overly rigorous, they weren¡¯t entirely superficial either. Simply presenting forged documents wouldn¡¯t be enough to escape their notice. After completing the registration and handling the preliminary procedures, Hedrick left the building and rented a hotel room, planning to stay there for some time.
He planned to purchase a mansion in the city eventually, but for now, he chose to stay in a hotel for a few days. He wanted time to explore, to find the perfect location and the right estate to call his own. Given his abysmal talent as a mage and the system¡¯s guarantee of 1,000 XP regardless, he wasn¡¯t particularly worried about wasting time. There was no pressing need for him to train. Practicing swordsmanship, for instance, would take years of grueling effort to earn a mere few thousand XP¡ªsomething the system would grant him effortlessly in just a few days.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. Perhaps, in the end, his real reason for lingering over such trivial matters was simple: exhaustion. He was tired. Tired of everything. Tired of ensuring the future of the Windwalker family¡¯s next generation, of dodging assassins, of relentless training, and of playing yet another false identity. In this city, he could finally have some peace. Of course, he was still living under a false identity, but that was unavoidable. He would only feel comfortable revealing his true self when he was certain¡ªbeyond a shadow of a doubt¡ªthat he was strong enough to crush any enemy who dared stand against him. ... Days passed in a quiet routine. Edric returned to Windwalker Castle each day to recharge his clone, and beyond that, he spent his time in Adventurous City. The city was large and vibrant, and he was beginning to grow fond of it. Every evening, he ventured out to various places¡ªtheatres, bars, restaurants¡ªenjoying life as a noble. And that was all. After all, he was only human. He had spent far too long trapped by circumstances. Now, his time was his own to explore, discover, and experience new things. ... More than two weeks later! Over the last three weeks, Edric had fully integrated himself into the shadows of Adventurous City. The agents sent by the Chamber confirmed everything Edric had claimed. There were no flaws in his story; how could there be? Edric himself, with Kaelith''s assistance, had meticulously set everything up, even using magic to ensure its perfection. A superficial glance would never reveal a thing. Of course, the Chamber didn¡¯t just take a superficial glance. However, they didn¡¯t dig too deep, either. As a result, nothing was uncovered. With his considerable wealth, Edric paid the required bond, and that was the end of it. Just like that, he was officially inducted into the Chamber of Commerce as a First-Grade Merchant, gaining access to a vast network of influential figures¡ªnobles, power brokers, and those who shaped the flow of wealth in the kingdom. One of the key reasons Edric sought membership in the Chamber was the unparalleled access it provided to rare magical tomes. The Chamber frequently hosted auctions, private sales, and exclusive galleries¡ªevents that Edric, with his growing interests, was eager to attend. But it wasn¡¯t just magic books that drew him in. These auctions and markets offered everything: rare weapons, invaluable intelligence, ancient maps, artifacts, etc. If something existed in this Kingdom and had a price, chances were, he could find it there. Edric¡¯s need for substantial funds stemmed from his desire to participate in high-class auctions. To that end, he had obtained maps detailing bandit camps and trade routes, hoping to plunder them for wealth. Unfortunately, before he could act, those bandits were wiped out¡ªdepriving him of an easy source of money. Not that they would have had much to begin with. Still, if he wanted to compete in these high-stakes auctions, he needed a fortune. Relying solely on the Darkwind family¡¯s resources wouldn¡¯t be enough. He would have to secure his own wealth, one way or another. These auctions attracted the wealthiest individuals, often from all corners of the kingdom. The sums of money these attendees casually spent could dwarf the entire bandit population¡¯s loot. Auctions, especially the larger ones, were held on a national scale, utilizing advanced magical remote video call technology. This allowed the events to reach far beyond local borders, drawing participants from all corners of the kingdom. It was yet another reason Edric sought more wealth¡ªif he wanted to compete with the kingdom''s elite, he would need astronomical amounts of coin. The stakes were high, and only those with vast fortunes could hope to claim the most coveted items. However, the fact that auctions were held on a nationwide basis wasn¡¯t a disadvantage. For Edric, it was actually preferable. The key advantage lay in the frequency of auctions. With nationwide auctions, there would be more opportunities, even if each individual auction tended to be more expensive. More auctions meant more chances to participate, to bid, and to acquire what he needed. He looked forward to participating in his first auction in this life. With a few million silver at his disposal, he hoped to purchase something that would aid him on his journey. But before that, Edric called upon the system. Today was the day the new system tasks should arrive! In his mind, he called out, "System!" Chapter 51 The Race Against Time [Edric Windwalker] Age: 16 years, 7 months, and 9 days

[Tasks]

  • Next task unlocks in: 20 minutes
  • Next task unlocks in: 19 days

[Techniques]

  • Legendary Knight Training: 251 / 1,500,000
  • Legendary Mage Training: 35 / 1,500,000

[Talents]

  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)

[Skills]

  • Energy Absorption (Red)
  • Magnetic Pull (Golden)
  • Beast¡¯s Senses (Golden)
  • Poison Resistance (Golden)
  • Crystal Skin (Silver)
  • Bloodline Sensing (Silver)
  • Telekinesis (Silver)
  • Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver)
  • Extreme Yang (Silver)
  • See-Through (Silver)
  • Flesh Control (White)

[Cheat Ability]

  • Low Level ¨C 1,000 XP per day
Available XP: 434,914
Edric¡¯s eyes gleamed as he stared at the interface floating before him. "Only 20 minutes left!" he muttered, barely able to contain his excitement. "If the next task is related to having children again ¡­ and if it counts my clone¡¯s children as my own¡ª" his heartbeat quickened at the thought. "That would be incredible! I might be able to complete it instantly! Or at the very least, clear it in record time." His anticipation made the minutes drag, but eventually¡ª Ding! [New Task Available] Edric glanced at the task description, and a wave of frustration and disbelief washed over him.
[Task: Ancestor of a State] Progress: 2,813 / 100,000 Objective: Conceive 100,000 children within 1,000 days. Rewards:
  • 1 Mythic Chest
  • 2 Legendary Chests
  • 1,000,000 XP
  • A Mythic-rank weapon
Failure Penalty: Lose 2,000,000 XP
Edric''s eyes widened. "One hundred thousand?! Are you serious? What happened to ten thousand?!" He clenched his fists, his mind racing. "Could it be... the system thought 10,000 was too easy for me, so it just threw in an extra zero?" He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. His gaze flickered to the progress bar¡ª2,813 children already. That meant his clones'' offspring were being counted, just as he had hoped. That was a relief. Still, he had 97,000 more to go. And he only had 1,000 days. "It wouldn¡¯t be easy. It wouldn¡¯t be easy at all." But the reward of the Mythic Chest alone made it worth it for him. The 2,000,000 XP penalty, on the other hand, was terrifying. That was nearly six years¡¯ worth of system XP. He couldn¡¯t afford to fail. Edric exhaled sharply. The more he thought about it, the more absurd the task felt. "A hundred thousand children?" It was an incomprehensible number. He¡¯d probably become a record holder in whatever twisted history book kept track of such things. But there was no use dwelling on the scale of it. He had already made his decision. "I need that Mythic Chest as soon as possible. I have to find a way to do this faster than the deadline!" His clone in Windwalker City was already ensuring the birth of a hundred children per day. But there was a problem¡ªan upper limit. When the plan was first announced by the Marquis Alaric Windwalker, tens of thousands of women volunteered. But over time, many had withdrawn, leaving less than 10,000 on the waiting list. That meant, at best, the total number wouldn¡¯t exceed 10,000 children in a short time unless more people volunteered. Edric frowned. He needed a new strategy. And he needed it fast. Marquis Windwalker was not a benevolent leader but wasn¡¯t outright cruel either. If no one volunteered, he wouldn¡¯t force them. That was the real problem. Once his clone ran out of willing participants, the entire operation would come to a screeching halt. "How the hell am I supposed to have 97,000 children in less than three years?!" Edric groaned, rubbing his temples as a headache settled in. There was only one solution he could think of¡ªmagic.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. He sighed heavily. If he could find a spell that allowed him to create permanent clones, he could drastically increase his efficiency. With enough clones, completing this absurd task quickly would actually become possible. But that was easier said than done. For the past month, he had been searching, asking, and offering absurd amounts of money¡ªyet he had found nothing. Magic books were rare. Even if one did appear, no one would sell it. His best hope now was the big auction in a few days. But even there, there were no guarantees. Edric had been preparing for this auction for a long time. He had 25 million silver coins set aside for it. Most of it came from the Darkwind Family, but a fair portion was from something else¡ªbandit dens he had looted over the past few weeks. As far as Edric was concerned, stealing from bandits wasn¡¯t just justified¡ªit was a public service. Still, if the auction didn¡¯t have what he needed¡­ he would be back to square one. There was another option, of course¡ªimproving his existing clone spell or creating a brand-new one. But that was a nightmare. Edric scowled. "My talent for magic is unbelievably low. There''s no way I can invent or improve spells on my own." The books he already had were useless in this regard. None of them contained spells for making multiple clones or even permanent ones. He did have a spell for creating avatars, but¡­ It was worthless for his current situation. He had already tested it¡ªavatars couldn¡¯t have children. Unlike clones, they weren¡¯t made of actual flesh but mere projections. It had its uses, but not for this task. Edric let out another deep sigh. If he couldn¡¯t produce 97,000 children in less than three years, it wouldn¡¯t just mean losing out on the Mythic Chest, Legendary Chests, and a million XP, and a Mythic Weapon¡ªhe would also be punished with a loss of 2,000,000 XP. That was six years'' worth of system XP¡ª a price too steep to pay. If only he could stumble upon a cloning technique that allowed him to create multiple permanent clones¡­ but he knew better than to count on luck. Magic books didn¡¯t just appear out of nowhere. This isn¡¯t a novel. It¡¯s reality. If this were some cheap web novel, he would have miraculously discovered a hidden spellbook in some forgotten corner, conveniently solving all his problems in an instant. But this was his life. And nothing came that easy. Edric leaned back, exhaling sharply as he ran through the possibilities. ... After spending days thinking it over, he identified two main ways he could get his hands on magic books¡ªor, at the very least, magical items that might help him. The First Method¡ªBuying Them The most straightforward option was simply purchasing them. Whether through private sellers, marketplaces, or high-stakes auctions, there had to be people out there willing to sell. So far, he hadn¡¯t had any luck. But in all fairness¡ªno major auctions had been held yet. And he hadn¡¯t yet found a market that even dealt in magic books. But that didn¡¯t mean they didn¡¯t exist. If he searched hard enough, sooner or later, he would find the right people. And when he did¡ªhe would be ready. If he couldn¡¯t buy them, then there was only one other way. Steal them. So far, Edric had access to three treasuries:
  • His mother, Countess Lyria¡¯s treasury ¨C Contained a few silver-level spellbooks.
  • Marquis Alaric Windwalker¡¯s treasury ¨C Had the largest collection, including a golden-level book.
  • Marquis Rhaegor Darkwind¡¯s treasury ¨C Only had two books, neither of which contained spells.
The lack of books in Marquis Darkwind¡¯s treasury wasn¡¯t because his family had no inheritance, but because he had sold most of them to the mage Renata. If both the Darkwind and Windwalker families had magic books, it was possible that other noble families did as well. Of course, it could also be that the reason these two families had magic books in the first place was due to an ancestor who had been a mage. Edric wasn¡¯t an expert on noble ancestry, so he couldn¡¯t be sure. But it was entirely possible that the Windwalkers weren¡¯t the only ones who had inherited magic books from a powerful ancestor. If other noble families had similar inheritances, then¡­ Stealing from them would be easy. As a Golden-ranked Mage and Knight, he could sneak in and out without leaving a trace. That said, while stealing was an option, there existed a safer plan. Rather than outright taking the books, he would simply read and learn them on the spot. This way, he could take whatever knowledge he needed without raising suspicion. After all, if multiple noble families suddenly found their magic books missing, they would immediately suspect foul play. ... Edric had already identified his first targets¡ªthe nobles of the Windwalker family. Besides his mother, Countess Lyria, and Marquis Alaric Windwalker, there were other nobles in the Windwalker lineage, including Viscount families and Baron families. These Viscounts and Barons were side branches of the Windwalker family, but they still carried the same bloodline. If the Silver Mage ancestor had left books for the main family, there was a good chance he had left something for them as well. His next targets were the Counts, Viscounts, and Barons of the Darkwind family. There was less of a chance that they had inherited anything from the Silver Mage ancestor, since the Darkwind noble titles had been created long after that ancestor¡¯s death. But there was still a possibility. And Edric intended to find out. Once Edric was done searching the Darkwind and Windwalker family estates, his next targets were clear:
  • The Highpeak family
  • The Sunfire family
  • And lastly, the Stonefist family
Of these, the Stonefists were the most dangerous. Their leader, Duke Stonefist, was a Golden Knight. If Edric wasn¡¯t careful, he could be caught. After investigating the neighboring noble families, if he still failed to find anything useful, he would have to expand his search even further. That would take time. Which meant that his days of relaxing were over. From now on, he had to move quickly. Every moment counted. There were still a few days left until the auction, but he couldn¡¯t afford to just sit around waiting. He would leave today. His first stop? The Windwalker family estate. ... Finding a quiet place, Edric activated his Double-Boosted Flight Spell and shot into the sky. Whoosh! The wind howled around him as he streaked through the air. Before becoming a Golden Mage, he hadn¡¯t been able to use Silver-level boost spells like ¡®Boost¡¯ or ¡®Double Boost.¡¯ But now? His high-grade Golden Mana did most of the work for him. Boost. Double. Triple. Sharpen. Penetrate. Blunt. Weaken. Widen. Concentrate. Spread. These weren¡¯t full spells, but Spell Modifiers. By themselves, these modifiers were useless, but when cast before another spell, they could significantly alter its effect. For example, ¡®Double¡¯ on its own did nothing. But if cast before Fireball¡ª It would create two Fireballs instead of one. Of course, the mana cost would also double.
Five Days Later Sitting in his room, Edric turned on his magic laptop and entered the virtual video conference app. The auction had begun. Chapter 52 The Auction Begins It took about half an hour before everyone was online. The Chamber of Commerce''s Chief Magical Technology Officer controlled the app. It had undergone countless tests and ran seamlessly. Magical computers were expensive, intricate devices powered by masterfully crafted magical formations. These formations drew energy from pre-established mana reservoirs. For a magic computer to function, it needed to be linked to a centralized magical mainframe. This central unit processed and synchronized all incoming data, ensuring a smooth and uninterrupted video conference. Located at the Chamber of Commerce''s headquarters, the mainframe drew its operational energy from mana sources maintained by the Chamber¡¯s mages. However, individual magic computers also consumed an immense amount of mana. Sustaining the formations and transmitting data to the central system required a continuous flow of energy¡ªsomething not every participant could afford to provide on their own. To solve this, most cities with a population exceeding 100,000¡ªthose directly governed by the Bloodstone family¡ªhad established mana reservoirs. These colossal arrays were designed to absorb mana from the atmosphere and refine it into a usable state. Citizens and businesses could subscribe to these reservoirs, receiving an allocated share of mana based on regulatory guidelines. This was just one of the many advantages of living under the Bloodstone family''s rule. With powerful magicians under their banner, they had pioneered advancements in magical technology, elevating the standard of living for those within their domain. For centuries, the Bloodstones had sought to construct a nationwide mana network¡ªa sprawling formation capable of transmitting both data and mana across vast distances at minimal cost. However, with only a single Golden Mage in their ranks and limited magical resources, progress had been painfully slow. Even after generations of effort, the project remained far from completion. ... A few more minutes passed before the magical camera¡¯s perspective displayed on the monitor shifted, revealing a man dressed in an immaculate white suit. "Greetings, fellow members!" he declared, his voice steady and commanding. "Today, we hold our annual auction." He offered a courteous nod before continuing, "I know everyone here is busy, so let¡¯s get straight to it!" "There are three tiers of items: White, Silver, and Gold. I will briefly summarize the details of the White-tier items and transmit all relevant information to you. You will have five minutes to review the data. Once that time is up, I will announce the starting bids." His words were crisp, efficient¡ªevery syllable designed to maintain order and momentum. The auction had begun. "For Silver-tier items, you will have ten minutes to review their details. For Gold-tier items, you will be given thirty minutes," the man in the white suit announced. "For each Silver and Gold-tier item, we will provide an extensive record, including its history, uses, analysis, experimental results, and any applicable restrictions." "The identity of each bidder is strictly confidential. Rest assured, every bidder¡¯s wealth has been verified by us, and we guarantee its authenticity." Edric had visited the Chamber of Commerce a few days earlier and deposited his entire fortune¡ª25,000,000 silver¡ªfor verification. This system had been put in place due to past incidents where bidders placed offers beyond their means, causing severe disruptions. Now, with only a few exceptions, every participant had to confirm their wealth before participating. The man in white continued, "Now, for our first item: a White-tier bottle containing one hundred Blood Purification Pills. The starting price is 100,000 silver!" As he spoke, he gestured slightly, and the magic computer transmitted the detailed information to all participants. "You have five minutes to review the details!" The items in the annual auction were never revealed beforehand. This rule had been implemented due to past complications. For example, members of the Bloodstone family had discovered an item they desperately needed in the auction listing. Unable to wait for auction day, they had gone directly to the Chamber of Commerce and purchased the item outright before bidding could even begin. The Chamber, despite its power, could not resist the will of the Bloodstone family and was forced to comply. To prevent such incidents from repeating, a new system had been established¡ªauction items would remain a secret until the event itself. Additionally, both buyers and sellers remained anonymous, with only one person¡ªthe Golden Knight overseeing the auction¡ªknowing the true identities of the bidders. He was trusted beyond doubt and would never disclose such information. Edric focused his mind, mentally commanding his magic computer to open the file on the Blood Purification Pills.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. 100,000 silver was a steep price for a White-tier item. If it was this expensive, then these pills were far from ordinary. Blood Purification Pills had a remarkable effect on Knights and Great Knights alike. Each pill could cleanse one¡¯s veins, strengthen the body, alleviate internal injuries, accelerate physical training, sharpen the mind, and enhance overall health. Beyond its role in knight training, the pill also had life-extending properties. When consumed by the elderly, it purifies their bodies, improves their vitality, and, in effect, prolongs their lifespan. Although classified as a White-tier pill, its creation required magic and could only be concocted by highly skilled Great Mages. History: This pill was crafted by the renowned Bloodstone Pill Workshop using exceptionally rare ingredients, which were both difficult to procure and limited in quantity. Typically, these pills were reserved for Knights of the Bloodstone family, rarely making their way into auctions or open markets. Restrictions: Consumption was strictly limited to one pill per week. Excessive purification of the blood could lead to adverse effects, including overstimulation, which might ultimately harm the body. Other possible side effects included itching, headaches, and other minor discomforts. Edric skimmed through the rest of the details but didn¡¯t bother reading further. He quickly deduced the true reason behind the steep price¡ªthe pill¡¯s life-extending effects for the elderly. As for its benefits in knight training, they were decent but nowhere near 100,000 silver in value. For Edric, the pill held no real use. ... The five-minute review period ended. The man in the white suit straightened and spoke with authority. "Now, we begin the bidding! Each bid must be at least 10,000 silver higher than the previous offer!" The moment he finished speaking, a bidder wasted no time. "110,000!" announced Bidder No. 18. Edric sighed. "Spending 110,000 silver for just a few White-tier pills¡­" To put this into perspective, the average Great Knight earned around 5,000 silver annually. That meant this single bottle of pills was worth the salary of a Great Knight for twenty years! Clearly, no one was purchasing this for knight training. It was obvious¡ªthe pill¡¯s true value lay in prolonging life. After all, not everyone had the means to hire talented mages like Renata. "120,000!" bid No. 6. "150,000!" bid No. 64. A brief pause, then¡ª "500,000!" bid No. 18 again. After the last bid of 300,000 silver, no one else placed an offer. The auctioneer gave a final glance across the room. "500,000 is the highest bid. Any challengers?" He paused dramatically. "Going once¡­ going twice¡­ Sold! To Bidder No. 18!" A soft chime echoed, sealing the deal. Edric exhaled. 500,000 silver¡ªfor a White-tier item. He shook his head. If nothing else, tonight''s auction was proving to be more interesting than he had expected. Seeing the prices soar, Edric felt foolish for thinking he could make a real impact with his 25,000,000 silver. These were just White-tier pills, yet they sold for 500,000! If a spellbook were to appear in the auction, he couldn¡¯t even begin to imagine how high the bids would go. "These people are absurdly rich," he muttered to himself. Compared to them, the Darkwind and Windwalker families were practically destitute. The auctioneer''s voice echoed through the magical transmission. "The next item is another White-tier treasure¡ªfifteen seeds of the Magic Apple Fruit! The starting price is 15,000 silver!" He gestured slightly, and the magical system sent out the detailed description. "You have five minutes to review the information!" Edric opened the file. Magic Apple Fruits have slight healing properties, refresh the mind, and¡ªmost importantly¡ªare delicious. Regular consumption enhances spirit and mental clarity, while also reducing the risk of contracting common illnesses¡­ Edric stopped reading. "Completely useless." Five minutes passed. "Now, we begin the bidding!" the auctioneer announced. "Each bid must be at least 1,500 silver higher than the last!" "20,000!" bid No. 64. "22,000!" bid No. 17. ¡­ "59,500!" bid No. 100. A few seconds of silence followed. No one else raised their bid. "Sold! To Bidder No. 100!" the auctioneer declared. Without pause, he moved on. "The next item is another White-tier treasure¡ªBlue Soil, an enriched magical earth capable of cultivating rare fruits and plants¡­" And so it continued. For over four hours, the auctioneer presented White-tier items one after another. Some were intriguing, but Edric wasn¡¯t here for interesting trinkets¡ªhe wanted spellbooks and nothing else. At last, the man in white raised a hand. "We will now take a one-hour break before resuming." ... An hour later, the video conference restarted. The air felt charged with anticipation. The auctioneer''s voice rang out with renewed energy. "Everyone, the moment has arrived!" he declared. "I will now announce our first Silver-tier item!" "The first Silver-tier item is the Ring of Shadow!" the man in the white suit announced. "With this ring, the wearer can create one shadow clone per day¡ªwithout any mana cost!" His voice carried weight, ensuring every participant understood the significance. "Even those without knight or mage cultivation can use it! A truly rare artifact!" He let the moment sink in before continuing. "I will now provide an extensive record, including its history, uses, analysis, experimental results, and any applicable restrictions. You have ten minutes to review the details and decide whether to bid!" Edric''s eyes sharpened as he opened the file. His interest piqued immediately. A shadow clone could be useful¡­ very useful. Chapter 53 Too Poor to Win, Too Stubborn to Quit Edric swiftly flipped through the files, his eyes narrowing as he absorbed the information. Item Description: The Shadow Ring grants its wielder the ability to create a single shadow clone every 24 hours. Each clone possesses 10% of the original body''s strength, provided the user''s rank does not exceed Silver. However, summoning a new clone will immediately dispel the previous one. A shadow clone can persist for up to one month, unless it is killed by external forces or exhausts its energy reserves. Its total energy consists of 20% of the mana pool of an average Silver-ranked mage and 20% of the internal energy of a Silver-ranked knight. Like all clones, shadow clones are made of flesh and blood, yet they possess a unique ability¡ªthe power to shift into shadow form at will. In this state, they become invulnerable to conventional attacks, with only spells or internal energy-infused attacks capable of harming them. Each shadow clone retains the intelligence of the original, allowing it to operate independently. However, the amount of memory and knowledge it inherits depends on the settings configured by the main body. Should an enemy capture a clone, they could attempt to interrogate or torture it for information¡ªbut they would only extract whatever the main body had permitted it to know. Notably, the destruction or suffering of a clone does not transmit pain or awareness back to the original. History: The Shadow Ring is a defective relic created by the Bloodstone Order of Magic. It was originally designed to produce clones at full strength, mirroring the power of a Silver-ranked mage or knight. However, the enchantment was flawed, limiting each clone¡¯s strength to a mere 10% of its intended potential. Deemed a failure, the artifact was cast aside and placed on auction in an attempt to recover some of its lost value.

Weaknesses:

Due to its defective nature, the Shadow Ring has several limitations.
  • Shadow clones created by the ring are immediately detectable by Great-ranked mages and above, as well as Silver-ranked knights and higher.
  • There is no mental connection between the clone and the main body, meaning information cannot be shared telepathically.
  • If too much memory is withheld from the clone at the moment of its creation, it may develop independent thoughts and even betray the main body.
  • A new clone can only be summoned in complete darkness, requiring locations such as a specially enchanted darkroom, a deep cave, or similarly shadowed environments.
  • While in its physical state, the shadow clone can exist freely in the light. However, once in shadow form, it must minimize exposure to sunlight, as prolonged contact may result in its death.
  • The shadow clone always resembles the original; it is impossible to disguise it using transformation spells or other magical means.
  • Although the shadow clone can cast spells, it is restricted to shadow-element magic. It cannot use spells of any other element.
  • The clone has no innate magical ability except for Shadow Elementalization, a unique skill that allows it to shift into shadow form.
  • While in the Shadow Elementalization state, the clone cannot carry weapons, armor, or any non-shadow objects.

Restrictions:

  • The Shadow Ring can only generate a shadow clone once every 24 hours.
  • Mages and knights who are attuned to light energy may experience discomfort while wearing the ring.
  • The ring must remain worn at all times while a shadow clone is active; removing it will instantly dispel the clone.
  • The ring cannot be worn in areas where light-element energy exceeds Great rank concentration, as the overwhelming energy may render it inactive or even destroy it.
Experimentation Results:
  • Physical Composition: While in flesh form, the shadow clone is indistinguishable from an ordinary human. Autopsy reports confirm that its organs, bones, and flesh are identical to those of a real person with the same strength. It is vulnerable to all the same injuries and ailments as a normal human of its level.
  • Bodily Needs: Despite being an elemental construct, while in flesh form, the shadow clone still requires food, sleep, and rest to maintain its functionality.
  • Elemental Nature: The shadow element is a false element, meaning its existence is dependent on the absence of light. Because of this, the clone must avoid exposure to powerful sources of light-element energy of golden or above rank, regardless of whether it is in flesh or shadow form, as they could destabilize or destroy it.
  • Reproduction: The clone can, in theory, reproduce. However, if the clone is female, natural childbirth is either impossible or extremely difficult, as a shadow clone cannot exist for more than one month. The only conceivable method of successful birth would require advanced magic to accelerate fetal development, allowing the child to be born within the clone¡¯s limited lifespan.
After reading through tens of pages of information, Edric¡¯s excitement soared. This Shadow Ring was perfect for him! "I have to bid on it!" he decided without hesitation. Even though the ring could only produce one clone at a time, its ability to ''plant the seeds'' of the next generation was immensely valuable for completing his system task.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Ten minutes later, the man dressed in pristine white stepped onto the auction stage. "Now, it''s time to bid! Let the auction begin!" "10,000,000!" Bidder Number 18. Edric, bidder number 844, swiftly entered his bid: "20,000,000." "40,000,000!" Bidder Number 214 countered. "Damn it!" Edric clenched his fists. "45,000,000!" Bidder Number 1 entered the fray. "48,000,000!" Number 18 raised the stakes. "50,000,000!" Number 100 responded effortlessly. "60,000,000!" Number 1 bid without hesitation. A few tense seconds passed. The auctioneer in white lifted his hand, about to finalize the sale¡ª "70,000,000!" Bidder Number 18 interrupted with a bold raise. But almost instantly, Number 1 countered without hesitation. "100,000,000!" Edric¡¯s jaw nearly dropped. "One hundred million silver!?" "Even for a powerful artifact, is it truly worth that much? After all, the clone only has 10% the strength of a Silver-ranked knight or mage. One could hire dozens of Silver knights for that kind of money!" "Whoever Number 1 is ... they have bottomless pockets!" He thought. The auctioneer''s voice rang out with excitement. "Anyone else? Going once¡­ going twice¡­ Sold to Participant Number 1!" Edric let out a defeated sigh. The Shadow Ring had slipped through his fingers. "The next Silver-ranked item is called Ghost Shoes!" the man in white announced. "I will now send you the item''s details. You have ten minutes to decide on your bid! The starting price is 20,000,000 silver, and each bid must increase by at least 2,000,000!" Hearing the starting price, Edric immediately gave up. "Damn it¡­ my mere 25,000,000 silver isn¡¯t even close to enough for these Silver-grade items." "These people have way too much money! When I reach Legendary rank, I¡¯ll rob them all!" he swore to himself. With no realistic chance of buying anything valuable, Edric simply leaned back in his chair, hoping¡ªjust maybe¡ªsomething useful would appear that no one else wanted. Still, despite having no intention of bidding, he skimmed through the Ghost Shoes'' details. Item Description:
  • Usability: The Ghost Shoes can be worn by anyone, regardless of rank.
  • Ability: Grants the wearer invulnerability to all attacks below Gold rank for one hour per day.
  • Activation: Instantaneous¡ªactivates the moment the wearer wills it. Once triggered, it cannot be deactivated until the full hour has elapsed.
  • Effects:
    • While in Ghost State, the wearer can pass through walls and all obstacles below Gold rank.
    • The wearer must not remove the shoes during activation. If they take them off, they will become permanently trapped in Ghost State. Only a Gold-ranked spell or other Golden-tier methods can return them to normal.
    • They gain the ability to fly, though their speed is relatively slow.
History: The Ghost Shoes were crafted in the Bloodstone Order¡¯s workshop with the intent of creating a Golden-ranked artifact. However, the attempt failed, and the shoes never crossed the threshold into true Gold-grade power. As a result, the leader of the Bloodstone Order decided to auction the item, hoping to recoup funds and make another attempt at forging a true Golden-tier version. Weaknesses:
  • While not in Ghost State, the shoes are extremely fragile¡ªso much so that even an ordinary person with a hammer could shatter them.
  • Their size is fixed and unchangeable. If a person¡¯s feet are too large or too small, they cannot wear them unless they possess magic to alter their size.
Etc... As Edric finished reading the details, he nodded in understanding. "No wonder these shoes are so expensive¡­" he thought. Owning them meant guaranteed survival for one hour, even if completely surrounded by countless Silver-ranked knights. It was, in essence, an extra life¡ªas long as no Gold-ranked opponent intervened, one could simply activate Ghost State and escape. Time passed swiftly. The auctioneer in white raised his hand and declared, "Now, we begin the bidding! Start!" "50,000,000!" Bidder Number 6 called out immediately. Edric sighed in frustration. "As expected¡­ I don¡¯t stand a chance at all." For over five minutes, the bids continued, escalating to unimaginable levels. "485,000,000!" Bidder Number 2 finally declared. The man in white paused. Then, after a few tense moments, he called out: "Three¡­ two¡­ one¡­ Sold to Participant Number 2!" Edric felt numb. By now, he realized he had a far better chance of acquiring valuable items through robbery than wasting his time at this auction. This was a nationwide event¡ªmeaning wealthy dukes, ancient noble houses, and Bloodstone family elites were all competing at the same time. How could he possibly outbid people who had accumulated wealth for generations? Still, he wasn¡¯t too shocked by the final price. After all, the wearer of the Ghost Shoes would be completely invulnerable to all Silver-ranked knights and mages. The price reflected its worth. The auctioneer cleared his throat, preparing to introduce the next item. "Our next item is a remnant of a silver rank spellbook, estimated to be hundreds of years old! "Although the spells within are obsolete, as they require rare and forgotten materials to cast, they still hold value for scholars and collectors. After extensive research conducted by the Bloodstone Order, it has been decided that this artifact will be put up for auction!" "Due to its limited practical use, the starting price will be set at 1,000,000 silver, with a minimum bid increase of 100,000!" "Now, I will send you the information regarding this artifact. You have ten minutes to decide!"
Edric, who had all but given up hope, suddenly perked up in excitement! "A spellbook¡­?" He quickly opened the detailed information, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Chapter 54 A Jar Worth a Fortune Edric began reading the details. ... Explanation: This spellbook is a relic of the past. None of the spells recorded within these pages are usable on Silverflower Island. There is insufficient information on whether the mages of the Flicker Empire can still wield its magic, but even if they could, importing the necessary ingredients for these spells is economically unfeasible. Even if cost were not a concern, it remains uncertain whether Flicker¡¯s magic labs would allow the importation of these materials ever again. The spells contained in this book differ greatly from modern magic. Today¡¯s spells are cast by channeling mana into imaginary magical formations¡ªthese are known as Arcane Spells. However, the spells recorded here rely on infusing mana into real-world ingredients, a practice known as Substance Magic. Spells of this nature are referred to as Substance Spells. Substance Spells are generally easier to cast, require less mana, and are significantly more powerful than Arcane Spells. However, they demand more preparation time and are far more expensive to execute. Historical records speak of mages who wielded Substance Spells centuries ago. The ingredients necessary for this magic could only be produced by highly advanced magical laboratories¡ªfacilities so sophisticated that only vast empires with ultra-rank mages could construct them. All necessary components were once imported from the Flicker Empire. Yet, for reasons unknown, the importation of these essential materials ceased entirely. Today, no such ingredients exist on Silverflower Island, nor are there any ongoing efforts to procure them. History: This book was discovered within the tomb of a Silver Mage. After years of study, it was deemed useless and was ultimately sold to alleviate the Bloodstone Order¡¯s financial troubles. Experimental Results: No experiments could be conducted, as the required ingredients for casting Substance Spells no longer exist. All knowledge of Substance Magic comes solely from historical records and other magical texts. ... Reading through the details, Edric fell into deep thought. "This¡­ honestly doesn¡¯t look good." He frowned. He was well aware of his lack of magical talent. If he couldn¡¯t even master Arcane Spells, expecting to modify these ancient Substance Spells into something usable was nothing more than a pipe dream. "They put it up for auction, which means they¡¯ve already studied it and decided it¡¯s worthless. I¡¯ll buy it if the price stays under 10 million¡­ otherwise, I¡¯ll let it go." Even if it wasn¡¯t useful, it was better than leaving empty-handed. By now, he had come to terms with the reality of the auction¡ªhe had no chance of winning anything truly valuable. If he wanted something, he had to settle for scraps. Minutes passed. Then, the man in white finally announced, ¡°The bidding begins! Start!¡± "1,500,000." Edric swiftly entered his bid on the laptop. "1,600,000." Another bid followed, coming from participant number 711. The price steadily climbed as a few more bids were placed, eventually reaching 3 million. "3,100,000." Edric increased his offer. Seconds ticked by in silence. No one else placed another bid. The book had no practical use, and spending money on it was as good as throwing silver into the wind. ¡°No other bids?¡± The auctioneer¡¯s voice echoed. ¡°Three¡­ two¡­ one¡­ Sold!¡± With that, the book was his. Edric had already deposited all 25 million silver and, in return, received a Chamber of Commerce Credit Card, commonly known as QuadC. QuadC was widely accepted across the kingdom and even in neighboring nations. It was the most reputable financial transfer organization within the kingdom, second only to the Bank of Bloodstone. The auction house deducted the payment from his QuadC, and the book was dispatched via express magical post. They assured him it would arrive in less than a day. If anything happened to it during transit, the Chamber would take full responsibility. For items valued under 10 million silver, safe delivery was fully guaranteed. For items between 10 million and 200 million, if an issue arose, the Chamber would compensate 50% of the loss. For items exceeding 200 million, however, no compensation would be provided. The buyer assumed full responsibility for securing and retrieving their purchase.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Edric leaned back, exhaling slowly. "Now¡­ let¡¯s see if this so-called useless book is truly worthless." The man in white continued presenting item after item, each selling for astronomical sums. Yet, not a single modern Silver-grade spellbook appeared. For whatever reason, the Bloodstone Order, which was responsible for most Silver-grade items in the auction, seemed to be deliberately withholding any spellbooks of real value. "Buying books is impossible! I should give up!" Edric sighed in frustration. As he was lost in thought, the man in white suddenly announced, ¡°All Silver-level items have been sold! Now, it¡¯s time for our one and only Golden-grade item!¡± With a dramatic flourish, he brought forth a jar¡ªan ancient wooden vessel, its surface worn yet emanating an air of mystery. ¡°This,¡± the man in white declared, ¡°is called the Jar of Drunkards! Wine from this jar can intoxicate even a Golden-rank knight! The starting price is 500,000,000 silver, with a minimum bid increment of 50,000,000. I will now send out further details¡ªyou have half an hour to decide!¡± Ordinary alcohol could make a normal person drunk, but only because it affected the brain. However, once a person ascended to Knight-rank, their mental fortitude became too powerful for common alcohol to have any effect. The same applied to Mages, whose strong souls kept them perpetually lucid no matter how much they drank. Of course, that didn¡¯t mean Knights and Mages were immune to intoxication¡ªit was simply that only wine brewed from high-ranking ingredients could affect them. For instance, to create wine capable of intoxicating a Silver-rank knight, its ingredients also needed to be of Silver-rank. Because of this, alcohol strong enough to affect powerful warriors or spellcasters was exceedingly rare and outrageously expensive. Edric wasn¡¯t particularly interested¡ªhe couldn¡¯t afford it anyway. Still, out of curiosity, he opened the file to check the details. ... Jar of Drunkards ¨C Item Details
  • The jar is exceptionally durable, capable of withstanding a full-force strike from a Golden-rank knight without breaking.
  • The wine¡¯s effect only works if consumed directly from the jar¡ªit cannot be poured into a cup or stored elsewhere.
  • Produces 100 liters of wine per day, resetting every 24 hours.
  • The wine affects everyone up to Golden-rank equally¡ªwhether a mere mortal or a Golden knight, a single gulp induces the same level of intoxication.
  • The wine has seven distinct flavors, each corresponding to a different color of the rainbow, cycling daily. Each flavor carries a unique effect.
Edric skimmed through the details. Jar of Drunkards ¨C Wine Effects
  • Red ¨C Slightly increases total mana reserves.
  • Orange ¨C Slightly enhances physical resistance.
  • Yellow ¨C Slightly increases thinking speed and mental agility.
  • Green ¨C Slightly boosts mana and stamina recovery.
  • Blue ¨C Greatly accelerates health recovery after injury.
  • Cyan ¨C Slightly increases resistance against spells.
  • Purple ¨C Grants all six effects combined: increases mana reserves, enhances physical and magical resistance, sharpens mental agility, improves mana and stamina recovery, and significantly boosts health regeneration.
History: The Jar of Drunkards was originally a failed experiment by the Bloodstone Order, now being auctioned to recover lost funds. While it had indeed reached Gold-rank, the crafting process had gone awry¡ªits wine was meant to be extractable and storable, but due to an unknown error, it could only be consumed directly from the jar. As a result, it was deemed impractical and put up for auction in an attempt to recover the cost of its creation. ... Edric read through the details with growing interest. "If the wine always generated the purple variety, this thing would be incredibly powerful¡­ but since purple only appears once every seven days and can¡¯t be stored, it¡¯s effectively a once-a-week boost. That¡¯s probably why they decided to get rid of it." He smirked. "Still¡­ just how rich is the Bloodstone Order? I wonder how much I¡¯d make if I robbed them of everything they had?" It was difficult for someone like him, a Golden Knight, to experience drunkenness. With his current physique, it was impossible to get drunk with ordinary alcohol. Of course, there might be Gold-rank spells capable of amplifying ordinary alcohol¡¯s effects to the point where even he could feel intoxicated. But first, he didn¡¯t have such a spell, and second, he couldn¡¯t learn any Gold-rank magic with his average talent¡ªnot unless he dedicated years or even decades to training. "Too bad I¡¯m just a poor man with no chance of winning this." He sighed. ... Soon, the thirty-minute waiting period ended. The auctioneer, eyes gleaming with excitement, raised his voice. ¡°Everyone, it¡¯s time to bid! Start!¡± "600,000,000!" called bidder number 3. "610,000,000!" followed bidder number 4. After several minutes of intense bidding¡ª "1,100,000,000!" Bidder number 6 raised the stakes. The auctioneer in white waited. Then, with a nod, he declared, ¡°No further bids? Three¡­ two¡­ one¡ªSold!¡± ¡°Thank you all for your participation! The next auction will be held one year from now. The official dates and times will be announced through our official channels. However, a word of caution¡ªthe minimum participation threshold will be raised next year! So, to those with lighter purses, I suggest you work hard to cross that threshold!¡± This year¡¯s auction had a minimum threshold of 10,000,000 silver, meaning anyone who wanted to participate had to prove they had that much available and ready to spend. Of course, now that 10,000,000 silver was no longer an issue for Edric, it was easy to forget how absurdly high that number actually was. For context¡ªhis mother¡¯s entire yearly budget as a Countess barely exceeded 4,000,000 silver. Only powerful Marquises like Alaric Windwalker, Rhaegor Darkwind, or exceptionally wealthy Counts who had saved for years could afford to participate in these auctions.
Closing the magic laptop, Edric stood up, stretching slightly. "Time to go hunt for some spellbooks." He was certain that buying a decent spellbook was impossible at this point. His only hope was to dig through noble estates and hope to stumble across a rare one¡­ Or take matters into his own hands. He decided to wait for the arrival of his substance spellbook before leaving. Chapter 55 Death in an Instant Edric eyed the book warily. It was ancient¡ªso old that it was barely holding itself together. Its pages were dark yellow, brittle to the touch, as if even the slightest pressure would turn them to dust. "Is this really a spellbook?" His voice carried a hint of disbelief. Spellbooks were created through magic. Unlike ordinary books, they didn¡¯t decay so easily. Even after thousands of years, a true magic tome should remain untouched by time. Yet, the one in his hands looked as if it would crumble at any moment. "I feel like I was scammed." Edric sighed. Three million silver. That was what he had paid for this relic, and at first glance, it didn¡¯t seem worth a fraction of that price. Still, he carefully opened it, his fingers moving with the caution of a scholar handling a lost artifact. To his surprise, despite its aged appearance, the text inside was crisp and legible. None of the pages were missing, and though delicate, they weren¡¯t as fragile as he had initially feared. "Did the mage who created this do it on purpose?" He frowned. The Bloodstone Order had already examined this book, so it was unlikely that he would find anything they hadn¡¯t. Still, he began reading. Fortunately, he understood the ancient script it was written in. "Twelve silver-tier spells¡­ hmm¡­" He flipped through the pages, an inexplicable feeling creeping up his spine. Something was wrong. He couldn''t quite put his finger on it, but the book felt... off. His instincts screamed at him. Frowning, Edric shut the book and examined it carefully before casting a Silver-Tier Detection Spell. A soft glow surrounded the tome¡ªbut nothing happened. No hidden enchantments, no curses, nothing suspicious. Then, he felt it. A strange sensation on his fingers. Looking down, his eyes narrowed as he saw a thin black substance seeping into his skin. His expression darkened. "Poison! Damn it!" Not just any poison¡ªgolden-tier poison. Even with his Golden Knight physique, it was affecting him. That alone told him how dangerous it was. Without hesitation, he activated his Poison Resistance Skill. The moment it flared to life, the poison¡¯s spread came to a sudden halt. It had no chance against his golden-tier resistance¡ªit was expelled instantly, unable to leave even the faintest trace in his body. "A good skill indeed." Edric exhaled, stepping back from the book. Something didn¡¯t add up. This was a silver-tier spellbook. Why did it contain a golden-tier poison? That made no sense. "If it had poison, then the Bloodstone Order should have noticed ... unless... it is their doing!" His eyes narrowed. "They targeted me¡­ they know who I am!" Without hesitation, he cast a Flight Spell, his instincts screaming at him to escape. But before he could take off¡ª The book shone red. His pupils shrank. "A trap¡ª!" BOOM! The explosion engulfed everything. ... The explosion was massive, a catastrophic blast that obliterated everything within a 1,000-foot radius. Houses crumbled into dust, the shockwave tearing through the district like an unstoppable force. Countless people perished in an instant, reduced to nothing by the sheer devastation. Not even golden knights could survive such overwhelming destruction with their bodies alone. But Edric¡­ Edric wasn¡¯t just a knight. He was also a mage, and more importantly, he possessed an incredibly rare skill¡ª Legendary Skill: Energy Absorption. Standing in the aftermath of the explosion, Edric slowly opened his eyes. His clothes were in tatters, and shallow cuts covered his skin from the shards scattered by the explosion. Fortunately, his Energy Absorption skill had shielded him from the searing heat¡ªand, more importantly, the deadly magical radiation unleashed by the blast.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. His gaze turned cold. There was no longer any doubt¡ªsomeone wanted him dead. First, they poisoned him, likely hoping to weaken his resistance. Then, they triggered an explosion powerful enough to erase an entire district. A two-pronged assassination attempt¡ªone subtle, one overwhelming. But whoever orchestrated this attack had underestimated him. They failed. A faint sound caught his attention. Edric¡¯s eyes snapped in that direction, his senses sharpening. From the swirling dust and debris, three figures emerged. Each one radiated an oppressive golden aura¡ª Golden knights! His heart sank. "Three golden knights¡­ This isn¡¯t good." ... Fabian, one of the approaching knights, narrowed his eyes as he studied Edric. He had expected their target to be weakened¡ªat least injured¡ªafter enduring the full force of the explosion. Instead, the man before them, though looking battered and miserable, wasn¡¯t seriously injured at all. "Does he have a trump card?" Fabian¡¯s wariness grew. This should have been simple. Three golden knights against a single opponent¡ªan enemy they believed to be already weakened. Victory should have been certain. Yet, the reality before them was something else entirely. This meant the plan had already gone astray, despite their careful preparation. He had been extremely careful. After finding out about the unknown golden knight appearing in Darkwind City, Fabian wasted no time investigating. It didn¡¯t take long for him to uncover the knight¡¯s whereabouts¡ªKaelith had let slip crucial information about this mysterious figure and where he had gone. An unidentified golden knight was a potential threat. A dangerous variable. Acting swiftly, Fabian devised a plan. With the cooperation of the Bloodstone Order, they tracked him to the annual auction. The moment he purchased the book, they acted. A golden-tier incapacitating poison was carefully applied to its pages¡ªpotent enough to weaken even a golden knight. Alongside that, a peak golden-rank explosive formation was embedded within the tome. The only downside was that these modifications left the book in terrible condition, barely holding together. But it didn¡¯t matter. What mattered was that it served its purpose. The book was delivered. And outside, Fabian, Duke Oscar Stonefist, and Master Elliot waited¡ªready to intervene should the trap fail. Golden knights were notoriously hard to kill, their vitality monstrous, their endurance unfathomable. They had to be certain. The explosion that followed was devastating, leveling the entire district. And yet¡ª It wasn¡¯t enough. Fabian¡¯s eyes locked onto the lone figure standing amidst the destruction. He was not seriously injured¡ªor if he was, he was exceptionally good at concealing it. Fabian¡¯s grip tightened. He could only hope it was the latter. Then¡ª "Who are you?" The mysterious golden knight''s voice was cold, devoid of emotion. Fabian¡¯s response was just as merciless. "Die!" There was no need for words. In an instant, Duke Oscar Stonefist and Master Elliot moved, fanning out to form a three-way encirclement around their target, maintaining a distance of 100 meters. Fabian followed suit, ready to strike from three directions at once. But before any of them could attack¡ª The mysterious knight suddenly drew a sword. Not just any sword¡ªa weapon radiating with a golden aura. And then¡ªhe hurled it. Straight at Duke Stonefist. "What?!" Fabian¡¯s thoughts raced, but his body couldn¡¯t keep up. The sword shot through the air like a meteor, its speed terrifying. Fabian felt a chill creep into his heart. "How is he throwing his sword so fast?!" Fabian''s mind reeled as he watched the weapon hurtle through the air at an unbelievable speed. As a Golden Knight, his eyes could track it perfectly, but his body wasn¡¯t fast enough to react. If the sword had been aimed at him, his only option would have been to use his trump card¡ªhis body simply wasn¡¯t quick enough to dodge. Even though Golden Knights possess immense physical strength, their sight still far surpasses their speed. "Its velocity¡­ Tens of thousands of feet per second?!" Even as a golden knight, blessed with inhuman reflexes, Fabian found himself utterly helpless before such raw speed. Of course, what he didn¡¯t know was that Edric possessed a golden-tier skill¡ª Magnetic Pull. A power that allowed him to manipulate metal, accelerating his weapons to terrifying speeds. Duke Oscar Stonefist saw death approaching. Desperately, he tried to raise his golden-tier shield, hoping to block or deflect the oncoming strike. But¡ª His shield wouldn¡¯t move. It felt as though it were stuck, refusing to budge no matter how much strength he poured into his arm. A cold dread crept into his heart. Realizing his shield was useless, he made the split-second decision to dodge, twisting his body to avoid a fatal blow. Yet¡ª His body wouldn¡¯t move properly either. Something was restraining him, slowing his reactions just enough to make escape impossible. He could still force himself to move¡ªbut it wasn¡¯t fast enough. What he didn¡¯t know was that Edric possessed Telekinesis. Though only a silver-tier skill, it was still powerful enough to momentarily disrupt his balance¡ªjust enough to ensure he wouldn¡¯t evade the incoming sword. The deadly blade closed in. The entire sequence of events felt like it lasted an eternity¡ª But in reality, it all happened in less than a hundredth of a second. Battles between golden knights moved at speeds incomprehensible to mere mortals. As the sword neared, Oscar knew he had no choice. In a final act of desperation, he activated his trump card. With a mere thought, a massive golden shield materialized out of nowhere, appearing directly in the sword¡¯s path. This was no ordinary defense¡ªit was a golden-tier spell crystal, a treasure that had cost him a fortune. It activated instantly, forming an impenetrable wall of golden energy. If it couldn¡¯t completely block the strike, it would at least dampen its force. But¡ª BOOM! The moment the sword made contact¡ª The shield exploded. Fabian, watching from a distance, felt a chill shoot down his spine. This wasn¡¯t a normal collision. The explosion¡¯s power was far beyond what should¡¯ve resulted from the impact alone. What he didn¡¯t know was that Edric¡¯s legendary skill¡ªEnergy Absorption¡ªwas at play. The skill didn¡¯t just absorb mana, heat, and other forms of pure energy¡ªit stored them. And when the time came¡ª It unleashed them. Over 50% of the explosion¡¯s force had been transferred directly to the tip of Edric¡¯s golden sword. The result¡ª A devastating blast that shattered Oscar¡¯s golden shield in an instant. Before the duke could react¡ª The sword pierced his neck. A clean, decisive strike. His head flew from his shoulders. In a single attack¡ª A golden knight was slain. Chapter 56 Edric鈥檚 Wrath Seeing what had just happened, Fabian¡¯s heart was shaken to its core. Without a moment¡¯s hesitation, he turned and ran, determined to report the incident and request reinforcements. Master Elliot followed suit, both men realizing there was no hope of standing their ground. Edric watched them flee with a furrowed brow. If the two ran in different directions, he knew he wouldn¡¯t be able to catch them both. The reason he was able to kill Duke Stonefist so swiftly boiled down to three key factors. First, the element of surprise: his enemy hadn¡¯t expected him to strike when he did, which meant he was caught completely off guard. Second, his Energy Absorption skill, which was incredibly powerful. It allowed him to quickly shatter the golden magic shield that Duke Oscar had been relying on. But that was a one-time advantage; the next time something like the golden shield blocked his blade, it wouldn¡¯t break so easily. Third, Duke Oscar himself was a new Golden Knight from a poor, remote family. His repertoire of trump cards was limited, and even his golden shield and magic shield spell had been provided by Fabian specifically for this mission. The plan had been for Oscar to return them after the task was completed. Thanks to his magnetic pull, the extra boost from his telekinesis skills, and the sneaky application of a silver spell, Edric had been able to accelerate his Golden rank sword to unimaginable speeds. However, after only a single strike, the blade had already developed a crack. Clearly, it wasn¡¯t built to last under such pressure. When the Energy Absorption bomb collided with the golden magic shield, not only did the tip of the sword break off, but the blade itself had sustained damage. If both knights decided to stay and fight, Edric was confident he could win. But if they fled, his chances were slim. He could catch one, maybe, but not both. ¡°Damn it!¡± He cursed under his breath, frustration mounting. Both of the Golden Knights were skilled in mobility and were quickly getting further apart, heading in opposite directions. Sigh Edric¡¯s shoulders slumped in resignation. Chasing one meant abandoning the other, and he couldn¡¯t afford to let even one escape. He had to kill them both. If he only managed to take down one, the entire effort would be pointless. Pursuing either would only waste time¡ªhe would need a strategy to kill both, or none at all. "I¡¯m completely exposed now! I should run!" Edric thought, his mind racing. He had never feared Golden Knights. With his skills, taking down a Golden Knight was never a difficult task. The reason he¡¯d always been cautious around figures like Duke Oscar Stonefist wasn¡¯t out of fear, but because of the risk of exposure. Killing someone of Oscar¡¯s rank would surely spark an investigation, and Edric wasn¡¯t foolish enough to take that kind of risk. But now that his position was already compromised, there was no reason to hold back. "I should grab whatever spellbooks I can and then get out of here!" Edric resolved, knowing that time was of the essence. Even though he wasn¡¯t afraid of Golden Knights, he was absolutely terrified of the King¡ªa legendary knight. In the face of such power, a mere Golden Knight was nothing. With that thought, he quickly rifled through Oscar¡¯s belongings, grabbing anything useful from the knight¡¯s corpse. Then, without hesitation, he mounted the golden sword, using his powers to manipulate it. In an instant, he shot through the air at incredible speed, heading straight for Duke Stonefist¡¯s lands. Normally, Edric would never have considered traveling with the sword, as it was exhausting and drained his energy quickly. But now, with his time so limited, he had no choice. At least until he was out of immediate danger, he would use his magnetic pull to carry him as fast as possible. ... The Stonefist family had risen to unimaginable heights after their leader, Duke Oscar Stonefist, broke through to the Golden Rank. All the neighboring families began paying them tributes¡ªsilver, gifts, and resources¡ªin an attempt to win their favor. The family was on the rise, and nothing seemed capable of stopping them. Nothing, except Edric. He arrived at the Stonefist estate with terrifying speed, slaughtering anyone who dared to resist. He forced the survivors to reveal the exact location of the family¡¯s treasures before taking everything of value for himself.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. But he wasn¡¯t done. His next targets were the Darkwind and Windwalker families, especially Darkwinds, the ones most likely responsible for exposing his identity. His fake identity, Carl, had been compromised, and he suspected that it was because of them. ... After regaining consciousness, Rhaegor recovered remarkably quickly. Free from disease and internal injuries, his Silver Knight nature revealed itself, allowing him to heal in a matter of days. Now, though slightly thinner, he was once again able to walk¡ªand even run¡ªwithout issue. Kaelith, his son, had never been Rhaegor¡¯s favorite. However, after witnessing the unwavering loyalty Kaelith had shown, Rhaegor began to grow genuinely fond of him. Rhaegor took control of the territory, planning to lead for a time before eventually passing it on to Kaelith. He expected a few years of peace, a period of stability and quiet rule. Unfortunately for him, nothing ever went as expected. A Golden Knight from the Bloodstone family arrived, demanding answers about the mysterious Golden Knight. Faced with absolute power, both Rhaegor and Kaelith had no choice but to reveal everything. From that day forward, they lived in hiding, far from Darkwind City, hoping the Bloodstone family would succeed in eliminating the mysterious knight. If not¡­ if that knight ever discovered they had betrayed him, they would be lucky to die quickly. ... Edric sighed in frustration. After searching high and low, he had failed to find Kaelith and Rhaegor. Worse still, he hadn¡¯t found a single treasure. It was clear they had taken everything and fled. "Traitorous rats!" he snarled, his fury rising. "I¡¯ll kill you both once I break through to Legendary Rank!" Their running away all but confirmed his identity had been exposed because of these two. I should have killed them all, he thought, consumed by anger. "But right now, I don¡¯t have time to waste looking for them." He felt a deep sense of helplessness. After the exposure, he had no choice but to abandon his plans entirely. Sure, running would delay his task of completing the Ancestor of State mission, but staying put would risk death. The penalty for failing to complete the Ancestor of State task was only 2 million points¡ªaround six years'' worth of daily points. It was a heavy loss, but nothing compared to the risk of dying. After all, a Golden Knight had a long lifespan, and even if he lost 2 million points, it wouldn¡¯t be the end of the world. But I won¡¯t just leave like this, Edric thought, a cruel smile curling on his lips. With a flick of his wrist, he swung his golden sword, and the destruction began. The fury of his rage unleashed upon Darkwind City. Now that Kaelith and Rhaegor had dared to abandon their home, they should never expect to return. Houses crumbled, walls fell, and tens of thousands perished in the chaos. The rest fled in fear, but it didn¡¯t matter¡ªEdric was a storm, a raging Golden Knight tearing through everything in his path. Like a natural disaster, his wrath would lay waste to the city in just a short time. ... Half an hour later, having obliterated most of the city''s important locations, Edric jumped onto his golden sword and soared toward Windwalker Castle. ... Alaric Windwalker sat in his chambers, listening to his chief of staff. "Up until now, the device has detected two Silver-level talents and one Golden-level talent! The strategy of using Edric for breeding is working amazingly well!" the chief of staff reported. The talent detection device was most accurate after birth, but it could still roughly judge the talent of embryos. "Excellent! It¡¯s a pity the volunteers are drying up. How should we find more women?" Alaric pondered aloud, when suddenly, the door was kicked open with a deafening crash. "Who¡ª?" Alaric sprang to his feet, drawing his sword instinctively. But before he could react, a Golden light flashed before him. In an instant, he and his assistant were cleaved in two, their bodies falling lifeless to the floor. Neither of them had even a moment to understand what had just happened. Edric, watching their twitching bodies with a smile, thought to himself, There¡¯s something deeply wrong with me. I¡¯m actually enjoying this¡­ killing people. He felt an overwhelming urge to understand what was causing this change. Back on Earth, he had been afraid of blood¡ªhe even let cockroaches go free rather than kill them. But these two deserved it, Edric thought. Aside from revenge, there were other benefits to killing the Alaric Windwalker. First, with Alaric''s death, his mother would ascend to the position of Marquis. Second, the mysterious knight¡ªwho was, of course, Edric himself¡ªhad already looted the Stonefist and Darkwind families. Skipping Windwalker would raise suspicion, leading to potential clues about his true identity. Third, Edric¡¯s clone was still here, planting the seeds of the next generation. If the Bloodstone family¡¯s Golden Knights came to investigate, they might find clues. He couldn¡¯t allow that to happen. I need to destroy everything, Edric thought. His plan was simple: he would destroy Windwalker Castle, especially the area where his clone was stationed, leaving no trace behind. Any clues left would only draw more attention. With a swing of his sword, he began to tear through the castle. The destruction was thorough¡ªhe didn¡¯t hold back, leaving almost nothing standing. Fortunately, there had been very few people in the castle, so casualties were low. His own clone was also one of the casualties. He took the gold, silver, and any other useful treasures, leaving the Windwalker family with nothing. Once satisfied, he jumped onto his golden sword and set off in the direction of his next destination. He knew where to run to. Upon arriving, he would check to see if there were any useful spoils left behind by the Stonefist family. He hadn¡¯t bothered to inspect the treasures he¡¯d stolen from them earlier¡ªhe just took everything without a second thought. The spatial ring he carried had a vast capacity, so he hadn¡¯t been picky. Chapter 57 Crossing the Border The Elowen Kingdom, one of the three major powers on Silver Flower Island, stood alongside the Bloodstone Kingdom and the Silver Kingdom as rulers of the land. Each kingdom was led by a Legendary Knight, but among them, Elowen was the strongest, boasting not one but two Legendary Knights. For generations, all three kingdoms had worked tirelessly to construct a nationwide defensive magic formation for themselves, meant to deter foreign invaders, enhance mana circulation, and improve long-range communication. However, despite centuries of effort, their attempts had ended in failure. The reason was painfully simple. A formation of such immense scale would need to be at least Legendary-tier, if not Mythic, a rank no mage on Silver Flower Island could achieve. Hiring a Legendary Mage from the Flicker Empire was an option, but the cost was astronomical¡ªso high that it could bankrupt an entire kingdom. The sheer difference in power between knights and mages at the Legendary rank was staggering. In a direct battle, even if all of Silver Flower Island¡¯s Legendary Knights joined forces, they would likely fail to kill a single Legendary Mage. Mages possessed unparalleled flexibility, devastating offensive and defensive capabilities, and, most importantly, unmatched escape techniques; as long as mages had mana, knights could not rival them; once they ran out of mana, knights could kill them like chickens. Still, the lack of a nationwide formation didn¡¯t mean their borders were unguarded. To protect their lands, the kingdoms had set up Golden-tier detection arrays along their frontiers. These formations weren¡¯t as powerful as a Legendary-tier spell, but they were more than enough to detect unauthorized intrusions. Even for Golden Knights, sneaking past these detection arrays without being found out was nearly impossible. Only Legendary Knights could bypass the formations undetected, but such figures were too rare, and an unauthorized border crossing by a Legendary-rank knight would be seen as an act of war. Because of the detection arrays, no one has ever dared to cross the borders without permission. At least, not yet. ... Standing at the border between Elowen and Bloodstone, Edric, a Golden Mage able to see mana, gazed at the golden-hued magic barrier stretching as far as the eye could see, his mind deep in thought. "Once I cross this, I won¡¯t have to worry about King Rodric Bloodstone anymore." That alone was reason enough to leave, but first¡ªhe had to get through. The border detection arrays were Golden-rank formations, designed primarily to prevent people from sneaking in unnoticed, not defense. Even a Silver Knight can go past them, but even a Golden Knight couldn¡¯t bypass them unnoticed. But Edric wasn¡¯t just anyone. He had a Legendary skill. He first discovered its true potential when he was moving in and out of Windwalker City¡¯s Silver-grade barrier. His skill, Energy Absorption, was absurdly powerful. It could neutralize any magic spell beneath Legendary rank and even weaken Legendary-tier spells. Against pure energy-based attacks¡ªsuch as explosions, heat, etc, it was practically absolute defense. Only solid objects, like swords and arrows, could truly harm him. That wasn¡¯t all. "How exactly do detection formations work?" he thought. Edric wasn¡¯t a scholar, nor did he have access to advanced magic tomes¡ªhis average talent made learning complex theories a struggle. But from experience, he knew something crucial: Whenever he kept Energy Absorption active, the Windwalker City formation couldn¡¯t detect him¡ªeven if he made no attempt to hide. Normally, even as a Golden Knight and a Mage, he would have to suppress his internal energy and mana when passing through a detection barrier. But with Energy Absorption running, he could do whatever he wanted, and the formation wouldn¡¯t register his presence. Back then, to test his thoughts, he cast a curse spell on himself, only to watch as his energy absorption skill dismantled the curse effortlessly. "A curse is just another form of energy¡­ maybe detection formations work the same way? Are they, in essence, just a type of curse?" His head ached at the thought. Magic theory was far beyond him, and the deeper mechanics of these formations were a mystery. And that was the problem. This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. He couldn¡¯t be completely confident that his Energy Absorption would allow him to slip past the Golden-rank detection array. That uncertainty was the only thing keeping him from moving forward. Edric sighed. He had come this far. Was he really going to let hesitation stop him now? Still, Edric was reasonably confident in his plan. To avoid unnecessary suspicion, he dyed his long steel-strand hair black and blended into a trading caravan headed for the Elowen Kingdom. Despite the tense relationship between Bloodstone and Elowen, trade between the two kingdoms was still permitted, albeit with strict regulations. No one above Knight rank was allowed to cross the border. The detection formation was designed to scan and identify anyone stronger than a Knight. If someone violated this rule, the Elowen authorities would be alerted instantly. Naturally, no one dared to attempt it. Edric was 90% sure his Energy Absorption skill would prevent the formation from detecting him. That confidence was the only reason he was bold enough to try. With the barrier ineffective against him, the risk of being exposed was minimal. After all, Knights could only gauge each other¡¯s strength by either fighting or sensing each other''s internal energy, something that required direct observation. And Mages? They could only see the mana flow of those weaker than themselves. Edric was already a Golden-rank Mage, meaning only a Legendary Mage would be capable of detecting his mana. But such a person did not exist anywhere in Silver Flower Island. Without the detection formation, he would appear to everyone else as nothing more than an ordinary mortal. Casting aside all hesitation, he stepped forward, blending into a trading group to cross the border into the Elowen Kingdom. ... The Woodland Trade Group was one of the top 100 registered trade organizations operating on both sides of the Bloodstone-Elowen border. However, their trade was strictly regulated. They were only allowed to deal in food and luxury goods, as anything that could be used for military or magical purposes was strictly prohibited. The trade group was a large operation with over 500 personnel, including two Silver-rank Knights and numerous Knights and lower-ranked guards. However, these higher-ranking Knights weren¡¯t allowed to cross the border. This was where having established bases on both sides became a major advantage. Thanks to this setup, once the caravan passed the border, the Silver-rank guards from the trade group''s other base on Elowen''s side would take over its protection. This restriction¡ªbanning Great Knights, Silver Knights, and anyone stronger from crossing the border¡ªmade cross-border business extremely difficult for many trade groups. Why? Because it required substantial funds, resources, and, more importantly, powerful connections to maintain operations on both sides of the border. Smaller trade groups that couldn¡¯t afford to hire Silver-rank guards on both sides of the border had only one option¡ªthey would transport their goods to the border and hand them over to a partner company on the other side. However, such arrangements were far less profitable, since the partner company would handle the actual selling, taking a significant cut of the profits. As for those attempting to trade without Silver-rank guards? That was suicide. Regardless of which side of the border they were on, security was never absolute. Bandits roamed the countryside, particularly in rural areas. Even though the Elowen Kingdom boasted two Legendary Knights, they simply did not care enough to completely eliminate the bandit problem. There were even rumors that some of these bandits secretly worked for the Elowen royal family. Of course, nothing had ever been proven, and such claims seemed illogical. It was mostly just frustrated merchants and traders venting their grievances about the Elowen royal family''s mismanagement. Unlike the Bloodstone Kingdom, where nobles held significant influence, the Elowen royal family wielded absolute power. There were no noble families in Elowen. Only officials appointed and approved by the royal family governed the kingdom. This system had both advantages and drawbacks: The Good: Laws were consistent throughout the kingdom. The Bad: If the rulers made poor decisions, the entire kingdom suffered as a result. Despite its flaws, Elowen remained the strongest of the three major kingdoms. It was the most populous and vast kingdom within the silver flower island. With two Legendary Knights, the Elowen Kingdom was the dominant force. ... Lucas, the leader of the Woodland Trade Group, studied the man standing before him. He had black hair and green pupils and wore the standard uniform of the trade group''s manual laborers. Lucas¡¯s expression was slightly dazed as he handed over a small badge. "Here you go! This is your badge. Don¡¯t lose it again!" The black-haired man¡ªEdric¡ªflashed a casual smile. "Sure, boss! Thanks!" he replied before turning and walking away. Typically, a position with the Woodland Trade Group was highly sought after, and getting hired was incredibly difficult. However, Edric had no trouble at all. After all, he had a Silver-rank spell called "Persuasion." With just a simple spell, he had convinced Lucas to hand over a badge¡ªwithout asking too many questions. The trade group was massive, with over 500 personnel and more than 400 wagons loaded with goods. Among so many people, one extra worker wouldn¡¯t raise any suspicion. Lucas, despite being the leader, was just a Knight¡ªcompletely incapable of resisting a Silver-rank spell. While there were magical artifacts that could protect against mind-affecting magic, fortunately for Edric, Lucas didn¡¯t have one. With a smirk, Edric blended seamlessly into the crowd, slipping past the border undetected. His plan was working perfectly. He blended in with the rest of the manual laborers, moving calmly. He fed the horses, hauled supplies, and helped push the heavy wagons along the dirt road. To anyone watching, he was just another nameless worker. Minutes passed, and the border gateway came into view. Lucas, the leader of the Woodland Trade Group, rode ahead, handing over his documents to the stationed border officers. A moment later, the officers nodded in approval. "You''re cleared. Proceed!" one of them said. The Great Knight and Silver Knight guards, who had escorted the caravan this far, stepped aside. As per the strict border regulations, they weren¡¯t allowed to cross. Edric took a deep breath. Now was the moment of truth. He silently activated his Legendary-ranked Energy Absorption Skill. Without hesitation, he stepped forward. Would the formation detect him? Would alarms go off? He didn¡¯t know. But there was no turning back now. Chapter 58 Unexpected Edric felt a wave of force rush past him, but his skill absorbed every bit of it. ¡°It¡¯s working!¡± He grinned. The detection wave didn¡¯t weaken in the slightest, yet no matter how strong it was, it simply vanished into nothingness upon reaching him. The caravan continued forward, moving steadily under the cover of the night. Moments later, Edric stepped out of the detection formation¡¯s range. To maximize its power while minimizing energy consumption, the golden detection formation had a limited reach, covering only the immediate areas along the border. ¡°Fortunately, it worked,¡± Edric exhaled in relief. After traveling a good distance beyond the border, he separated from the trade caravan, slipping into the darkness on his own. Now that he had successfully entered the Elowen Kingdom, he no longer needed to worry. Relations between Elowen and Bloodstone were far from friendly¡ªthere was no chance Bloodstone¡¯s forces could chase him across the border. "I have quite the haul from the Stonefists¡­ time to see what I got." He smirked, recalling the sheer wealth he had looted from Duke Stonefist, as well as the Darkwind and Windwalker families. Altogether, he had amassed around 2.5 billion silver coins, an amount that even he found staggering. He never expected their pockets to run so deep. As expected, the wealthiest among them was, of course, the Stonefist family. Though Duke Oscar Stonefist had only recently advanced in rank, in that short time, he had amassed an incredible fortune through loans, gifts, and tributes. Their treasury alone held a staggering 1.8 billion silver coins. At the time of the raid, Edric hadn¡¯t had the luxury of searching the entire city thoroughly. If he had, he might have found even more. The Stonefist family had nearly emptied their reserves to finance Oscar Stonefist¡¯s breakthrough to Golden Knight, but once he succeeded, powerful figures from all over the kingdom had sent gifts in recognition of his achievement¡ªfilling his vaults once more. ¡°Robbing people really is the fastest way to get rich,¡± Edric chuckled to himself. He made a mental note: once I reach Mythic rank, I¡¯ll loot even bigger targets. It wasn¡¯t surprising that the Stonefist family had so much wealth. They were an ancient lineage with hundreds of years of history, untouched by major wars and renowned for their business acumen. Generations of careful trade and shrewd investments had built up their fortune¡ªonly for Edric to claim it all in a single night. The Windwalker family had around 700 million silver, a testament to Marquis Alaric Windwalker¡¯s deep pockets, even though he wasn¡¯t a Golden Knight. The Windwalkers, too, were an ancient house, one that had steadily accumulated riches over the years. The Darkwind family, on the other hand, had a meager 20 million silver left in their coffers. Presumably, Marquis Rhaegor and Kaelith had emptied their treasury before fleeing for their lives. All the silver he had looted was in the form of Bloodstone Kingdom¡¯s coins. Before he could spend any of it, the silver had to be melted down and recast into Elowen Kingdom¡¯s currency. After all, if he suddenly flooded the market with Bloodstone coins, it would raise suspicion. But it wasn¡¯t the silver that excited him the most. It was the books. The Stonefist family had a staggering collection of magic books, far more than the Darkwind and Windwalker families combined. When Edric first saw them, he was completely taken aback. ¡°Do all noble families have mage ancestors?¡± He frowned in thought. Or perhaps¡­ ¡°Maybe they gift magic books as a reward when someone breaks through to Golden Knight?¡± This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. It wasn¡¯t uncommon for breakthroughs to be celebrated with lavish gifts. Not all of them were in the form of money or artifacts. Some families preferred to offer antique treasures, such as rare spellbooks. While copying magic spellbooks was normally impossible, the Bloodstone Order definitely had the means to do it. It was entirely possible that some of these books were duplicated copies given as tribute. In the end, Edric didn¡¯t care where they came from. What mattered was that they were now his. ... He traveled along the roads, making his way to the nearest city. Using his identity card, he passed through the gates and secured a six-month residency in the Elowen Kingdom. Once inside, he wasted no time, rented a house and quickly shut himself in. Taking out book after book, Edric grinned. A pile had already formed in front of him¡ªnearly a hundred magic spellbooks! Most of them had come from the Stonefist family, with a handful from the Windwalkers and only one from Darkwind. He casually grabbed a book from the top of the pile and flipped it open. Its title: ¡°Elements¡±. It was a Great-level book, containing basic elemental spells¡ªnothing but trivial magic for beginners. Completely useless. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it aside. The second book was called ¡°Fireball Spell: A Deep Explanation.¡± Edric raised an eyebrow as he skimmed through the pages. "A single Silver-level spell?" The entire book was dedicated to Fireball, with detailed explanations and an exhausting amount of unnecessary text. "Trash." He tossed it onto the growing discard pile. Then, he picked up the third book. This one was a silver-level spellbook, but as he flipped through the pages, he quickly realized that it was helpful but not what he was looking for. Its title: ¡°Daily Necessities: Magic Edition.¡± It contained twelve Silver-level spells, including:
  • Clean Up
  • Quenching Thirst
  • Food Generation
  • Emotional Manipulation
  • House Generation
And more. Edric blinked. What¡­ is this? While the spells in "Daily Necessities: Magic Edition" were practical, they had no combat applications¡ªand were certainly not what Edric was looking for. The fourth book? A mere Average-level spellbook, containing nothing but rudimentary magic. The fifth? Completely useless¡ªit wasn¡¯t even a spellbook, just a general explanation of Silver-level beasts. The sixth¡­ One after another, he read through every single book in his haul. In the end, out of nearly a hundred books, only three turned out to be truly valuable for his current situation. The first was a Silver-level spellbook titled: "Clones, Avatars, and Incarnations." It contained fifteen spells, all of which were exceptionally useful to him. More importantly, the book didn¡¯t just have spells; it also provided detailed information about the fundamental differences between Clones, Avatars, and Incarnations.
  • Clones were flesh-and-blood entities with separate, semi-independent consciousness. Depending on the element and spell used to create them, they could even possess unique abilities. More interestingly, clones could leave behind descendants.
    • Lower-level clone spells were temporary.
    • Golden-level clone spells and above could be permanent, as long as the original body remained alive.
    • Ultra-rank and higher clones could even survive after the main body perished.
  • Avatars were projections, requiring immense amounts of energy. Unlike clones, they were not made of flesh and could not leave behind descendants. However, they carried the full consciousness and power of the caster, making them invaluable in certain situations.
  • Incarnations involved transferring the caster¡¯s consciousness into another body. Unlike clone spells, which created a new flesh-and-blood form, incarnations relied on an existing vessel.
    • Some incarnations remained directly controlled by the caster, while others became fully independent.
    • An incarnation could inhabit anything¡ªeven a mere stone¡ªthough doing so would obviously be pointless, as a stone couldn¡¯t act.
The book contained five spells related to each category:
  • Five Clone Spells
  • Five Avatar Spells
  • Five Incarnation Spells
The Avatar and Incarnation spells had their uses, but what truly excited Edric were the five Clone spells. Clone Spells The first one was called ¡°Hundred Phantom Clones.¡±
  • This spell created one hundred clones, each lasting for only one hour.
  • Every clone had just 1% of the original¡¯s magical and physical strength.
  • Their consciousness was weak, capable only of simple tasks.
While it had potential uses, it wasn¡¯t particularly useful for Edric¡¯s purposes. The second spell, however, was a different story. It was called ¡°Mass Replication.¡±
  • It created a set number of clones with mortal-level physical strength¡ªcompletely lacking mana or internal energy.
  • The duration of each clone was on a sliding scale:
    • One clone could last 999 days.
    • 999 clones could last one day each.
    • Or 500 Clones, each lasting 500 days; as long as the sun didn''t exceed 1,000, it could be generated using this spell.
  • These clones had simple, robotic consciousness¡ªperfect for distractions or menial tasks.
Edric¡¯s fingers tightened around the book as he grinned. "Now this¡­ this has potential." Chapter 59 The Path to 100,000 The Mass Replication spell was incredibly useful, but on its own, it wasn¡¯t enough. The third spell in the Clone category was "Clone Shaper", a powerful ability that allowed the caster to alter a clone¡¯s appearance, gender, physical state, and even species. When combined with Mass Replication, it became an incredibly versatile tool. The fourth spell was Clone Detection, and the fifth was Clone Concealment. Clone Detection allowed the caster to identify other people¡¯s clones, while Clone Concealment masked clones from being detected. Out of all these, the two most practical spells were Mass Replication and Clone Shaper. Edric had a plan. He would generate around 700 clones, transform them into females, and impregnate them. This way, he could reproduce with himself, eliminating the need for outside partners. However, even with his limited knowledge of genetics, he understood that the resulting offspring would be a disaster. His clones¡¯ DNA would be practically identical to his own, far closer than even identical twins. The problem was that Clone Shaper couldn¡¯t alter subtle biological details like genetics. No matter how much he manipulated their appearances or changed their sex, their DNA would remain the same. That was where the next book came in. It was titled "Genetic Magic." Unlike most grimoires, it contained mostly theoretical knowledge, with only three spells inside. But those three spells were invaluable. The first was Genetic Restructure, a spell that allowed the caster to alter DNA. The second was Genome Sight, which granted the ability to fully perceive a target¡¯s genetic code. The third was Gene Copy, which let the caster copy and transfer DNA sequences. However, these spells had limitations. They weren¡¯t designed for large-scale application; they were intended for research purposes. Edric couldn¡¯t just cast them on his clones and rewrite the DNA of their entire bodies. But he could use them on eggs. The system doesn¡¯t actually require the babies to be born for them to count. However, as evidenced by the progress bar occasionally decreasing, if an embryo dies, the progress backtracks. This means that the loophole of implanting eggs, removing them, and then re-implanting them to cheat the system won¡¯t work. In essence, the system¡¯s task is to conceive viable embryos¡ªonce they die, they are no longer considered viable and are removed from the count. And with that, a plan took shape in his mind. First, he would use Mass Replication to generate numerous clones. Then, he¡¯d reshape their bodies into females. After that, he would create viable egg cells using foreign DNA¡ªones unrelated to himself, and then fertilise them using his DNA. Once the eggs were implanted, he would simply wait for the babies to be born. And when that time came¡­ he would take the children and leave them in an orphanage or elsewhere. This way, Edric could complete his task without forcing anyone or causing a massive spectacle, unlike Marquis Alaric, who had turned Windwalker City into a mess. However, there was still a problem. He could only cast Mass Replication once at a time. If he tried to cast it again, the previous set of clones would instantly vanish. This meant he couldn¡¯t just spam the spell ten times and generate ten thousand clones. Because of this, there was no way he could reach the 100,000 baby target within the given time. He had considered workarounds, such as implanting multiple fertilized eggs into each clone, allowing them to give birth to multiple children per cycle. But even that had its limits. No matter how much he optimized the process, it still wouldn¡¯t be enough. That was when he stumbled upon his next solution. Book of Weirdness. The solution was a book that was the most valuable Edric had ever found. A Legendary-tier spellbook, discovered within Duke Stonefist¡¯s personal space ring. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. It contained 66 Silver-rank spells, 6 Gold-rank spells, and one single Legendary spell. Each was absurdly complex, the kind of magic only the most talented spellcasters could hope to cast. When Edric laid eyes on it, a question burned in his mind: why did Duke Stonefist have something this high ranking? Some of the spells were utterly terrifying. One particularly evil Gold-rank spell was "Bloodline Extinction." According to the description, it didn¡¯t just kill the target; it wiped out every living being connected to their bloodline. Another, "Summon Minions," had no explanation whatsoever. Just an empty section, deliberately left blank. Then there was "Gate to Hell"¡ªanother spell with zero description, just a name ominously scrawled in ancient ink. One spell that did have an explanation was "Summon Demons." It would call forth two Gold-rank demons from the abyss, with a small chance of summoning a Legendary-rank demon instead. However, the summoned demons wouldn¡¯t be under the caster¡¯s control. In fact, the book specifically warned that they might even attack their summoner on sight. Another dangerous spell was "Dominate Demon." This one allowed the caster to enslave a demon of the same rank as themselves. But there was a catch¡ªif the spell failed, the caster would become the demon¡¯s slave instead. And finally, there was the Legendary-ranked spell, the highest-tier magic in the book. "Summon the Demon of the Weirdness." The spell¡¯s complexity was dizzying, so convoluted that Edric couldn¡¯t make sense of a single word of it. The book gave no explanation for its effects, and Edric wasn¡¯t foolish enough to test it, not that he could cast it even if he tried. He had no intention of ever using most of those evil spells. However, there was one spell in the Book that caught his eye, one that could help him achieve his goal. A spell called "Happy Farm." Unlike the others, Happy Farm was relatively simple to cast. With his Gold-rank mana reserves, Edric could use it right away without much preparation. And if it worked as he hoped¡­ Then his problem would be solved. Happy Farm had only one function¡ªreducing the duration of pregnancy. For all creatures below Silver rank, it cut the gestation period by 95%. For Silver-rank beings, the reduction was 5%. For Golden-rank beings who didn¡¯t resist it, the effect was a mere 0.01%. It was most likely created for breeding vast demonic armies or other similarly twisted purposes. He could tell just by glancing at its chaotic spell formation. But if the spell worked as described¡­ Then, it would allow him to complete his 100,000 conceived children goal at an unprecedented speed. It was an irresistible temptation. "How did Duke Stonefist even get his hands on this book?" Edric was deeply puzzled. The Book of Weirdness was beyond valuable. Secret organizations like the Bloodstone Order would fight over it, if not to use it, at least to destroy it; after all, in the wrong hand, it could cause a disaster. If word of its existence got out, Bloodstone County and Elowen County might even go to war for it. Then another thought struck him. Duke Stonefist had been an aging Silver-rank warrior for decades. Then, out of nowhere, he broke through to Gold rank. "...Don¡¯t tell me he made a deal with a demon?" The more Edric considered it, the more logical it seemed. Even with Legendary-level talent, breaking through Gold-rank at an advanced age was nearly impossible. Especially given how scarce high-rank resources were. Throughout history, there have been many individuals with Legendary talent, but few of them have managed to reach Gold rank. Demons were nothing more than legends, just tales passed down through the ages. No one had seen a demon in years. But then again, the same could be said for dragons. Just because they didn¡¯t exist here and now didn¡¯t mean they weren¡¯t real. Edric knew for a fact that demons and the Abyss were real. Edric narrowed his eyes. The book itself didn¡¯t mention any side effects of using these demonic spells. But, obviously, a demonic book wouldn¡¯t be honest about the consequences. Still¡­ "I must complete the task." With Happy Farm, he could finish the mission in record time. He spent hours deliberating, weighing the risks. But in the end, his ambition won out. He would use the spell. And he would complete his task. Now that he had decided, he moved quickly. First, he melted down some of his Silver and recoined it into Elowen currency. Then, he visited a real estate dealer and purchased a massive estate in a remote rural area for 300,000 silver. To put that into perspective, the average annual expense of a normal family in the Elowen Kingdom was only 25 silver. A 300,000 silver property was colossal. Next, he visited countless shops, purchasing hundreds of tons of food, water, and other essential supplies for 800,000 silver. He paid another 100,000 silver to have everything delivered to his new estate. With money, everything was easy. Of course, his sudden bulk purchases caught the attention of government agents. They had begun to grow suspicious. But that was nothing a few hundred thousand silver couldn¡¯t solve. With enough bribes, Edric "convinced" them to erase all records of his transactions. A few days later, the first shipments of supplies were delivered. Upon arrival, he quickly set everything up. He dedicated the entire mansion to his upcoming plan. No servants were allowed inside. This would be a place for his clones alone. The replicated clones had barely any intelligence. They couldn¡¯t speak or think independently, but they could perform basic survival functions, such as eating and drinking, as long as Edric provided the food. That was enough. Without wasting another second, Edric activated the Mass Replication spell. A blinding light flashed through the mansion. And then¡ªhundreds of identical figures materialized before him. Just as he was about to cast Clone Shaper to alter their sex, a sudden system notification rang out in his mind. Ding! [New Task Available] Edric¡¯s eyes widened. "Finally!" He nearly jumped in excitement. He had been waiting for this moment for so long. The second task! His heart pounded as he hurriedly opened the system interface. Chapter 60 The Birth of a Monster [Edric Windwalker] Age: 16 years, 7 months, and 28 days [Tasks] [Task Number One: Ancestor of a State]
  • Progress: 3,313 / 100,000 - 19 / 1,000
  • Objective: Conceive 100,000 children within 1,000 days.
  • Rewards:
    • 1 Mythic Chest
    • 2 Legendary Chests
    • 1,000,000 XP
    • A Mythic-rank weapon
  • Failure Penalty: Lose 2,000,000 XP

[Task Number Two: Generous Demon]
  • Progress: 0 / 1
  • Objective: Give the Book of Weirdness to a random person in Windwalker City within the next 30 days.
  • Rewards:
    • 1 Mythic Skill related to the Abyss
  • Failure Penalty: Lose 30,000 XP

[Techniques]
  • Legendary Knight Training: 305 / 1,500,000
  • Legendary Mage Training: 139 / 1,500,000
[Talents]
  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
[Skills]
  • Energy Absorption (Red)
  • Magnetic Pull (Golden)
  • Beast¡¯s Senses (Golden)
  • Poison Resistance (Golden)
  • Crystal Skin (Silver)
  • Bloodline Sensing (Silver)
  • Telekinesis (Silver)
  • Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver)
  • Extreme Yang (Silver)
  • See-Through (Silver)
  • Flesh Control (White)
[Cheat Ability]
  • Low Level ¨C Generates 1,000 XP per day
  • Available XP: 453,914

Edric narrowed his eyes as he stared at the system screen before him. "A Mythic skill? Damn... and it''s so easy to complete! I just have to hand the book to someone in Windwalker City." He frowned, tapping his fingers against a table. "Still¡­ the Bloodstone Kingdom is dangerous for me right now. Especially Windwalker territory and its surroundings." Even though the risk wasn¡¯t small, the reward was far too great to ignore. There was no way he¡¯d let a Mythic skill slip away just because of a little danger. "As long as I don¡¯t get caught, I¡¯ll be fine," he reasoned. After all, with his Golden Mage abilities, escaping wouldn¡¯t be an issue unless the King himself or the Golden Mage in charge of the Bloodstone Order personally came after him. But what were the chances of that happening? Practically zero for the king and very low for the mage in charge of the bloodstone order. Edric smirked. "This might actually be fun." Now that Edric had made up his mind, he wasted no time. With a flick of his fingers, he dispelled the Mass Replication spell and stepped out of the house. He decided to complete the ''Generous Demon'' first before dealing with the ''Ancestor of a State'' task. The Book of Weirdness was a Legendary-grade spell book. But these weren¡¯t ordinary spells¡ªthey were demonic in nature, each carrying unforeseen side effects. Just the ''Happy Farm'' spell alone was dangerous enough. Edric had no intention of experimenting with any of the others. From all his research, one thing was clear: anything related to the Abyss¡ªwhether spells, weapons, or artifacts¡ªalways came with severe drawbacks. He had no desire to entangle himself with such things more than necessary. He had only copied the spell formation for ''Happy Farm'', and that was it. He would never touch the rest. With that settled, he set off toward the border. The sooner he reached Windwalker City, the better. ... Traveling unnoticed wasn¡¯t difficult for someone like him. He ambushed a trader from a passing caravan, killed him without hesitation, and stole his identity. Disguised as the merchant, Edric approached the border checkpoint. As expected, the formation meant to detect intruders failed to react to him. His Energy Absorption skill rendered him completely undetectable, just like last time. Once he crossed into Bloodstone territory, he ditched the disguise. With a thought, he activated Flight, ascending high¡ªextremely high¡ªinto the sky while simultaneously activating Invisibility. Even though Golden Knights possessed extraordinary senses, sensing someone flying at such an altitude while also invisible was nearly impossible unless they were specifically on alert. Just like that, he made it to Windwalker City without a hitch. It was still daytime when he arrived, so he chose to wait for nightfall. A few hours later... ... The deep night descended, thick with shadows. It was the perfect time to act. Edric descended silently onto the western side of the city, the most crowded and chaotic district. This was where the largest number of homeless and vagrants gathered, people who could disappear without anyone noticing. Perfect. His eyes gleamed in the darkness. "Let¡¯s get this over with." ... In the days following the destruction of Windwalker Castle, the entire Windwalker City was plunged into a state of fear, confusion, and unrest. A mysterious entity had appeared out of nowhere, obliterated the castle, killed Marquis Windwalker, and looted the entire treasury, all without a known reason. For a city that had long relied on the protection and influence of Windwalker Castle, this was nothing short of a catastrophe. The city''s mayor, who operated independently of the castle¡¯s leadership, did his best to maintain order using his police force. But a few hundred officers were nowhere near enough to calm the hundreds of thousands of terrified citizens. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. If it weren¡¯t for Lyria, the city would have already collapsed into chaos. The moment she received word of the incident, she rushed to Windwalker City at full speed, leading her elite troops to restore order. Like Marquis Windwalker, Lyria was a Silver Knight, but she was not only stronger but also more talented and with a brighter future. Her presence alone reassured the people, giving them a new pillar of hope. It was said that she was personally leading the investigation into the incident. Many believed that once the investigation concluded, she would be officially recognized by the king as the next Marquis of Windwalker. Rumors circulated among the city¡¯s elites, whispering that the king had already dispatched a royal envoy¡ªa representative with the authority to bestow the marquis title on the spot. Over the past few days, there had been several unofficial visits from Golden Knights of the Bloodstone Family. They had combed through the wreckage of the castle, searching for clues, and had even removed a few corpses for further examination. Lyria hadn¡¯t interfered with their work, nor could she, even if she wanted to. All things considered, given the scale of the disaster, the current state of Windwalker City was surprisingly stable. It could have been much, much worse. ... Martin hadn¡¯t always been homeless. In fact, he had once been a wealthy man, with a home, a thriving business, and employees working under him. He had a loving wife and three children, a life many envied. But fate was cruel. One tragic night, his shop was robbed, leaving him penniless and unable to pay his debts. The consequences came swiftly¡ªhe lost his business, his home, and everything he had worked for. In just one week, he had gone from a respected merchant to a destitute beggar, cast out onto the cold streets. Once, he had many friends. Or at least, he had believed so. But when he was robbed and cast into the streets, he realized the bitter truth¡ªhe had no one. People were selfish. No one offered him shelter. No one lent him a hand. Not a single so-called friend remained. His debts had been owed to the Bank of Bloodstone, an institution infamous throughout the kingdom. Their loan terms were generous at first, but if a debtor lost the ability to repay, they became ruthless in recovering their money. There were well-known cases where, after stripping a debtor of everything, the Bloodstone Debt Hunters went after the debtor¡¯s friends¡ªanyone who dared to offer them help. Their reasoning? "You let him live in your house. You should take responsibility." And no one could defy them. The Bank of Bloodstone was directly tied to the Bloodstone Family itself. There was no law, no justice that could rein in their outrageous cruelty. Because of this, even though the Bank of Bloodstone¡¯s loans had low interest rates and seemingly fair terms, no one dared to take them lightly. Once someone defaulted, they were treated like lepers¡ªshunned by society. Even their families became outcasts, abandoned by friends and acquaintances who feared being associated with them. The shock of it all shattered him. If it had only been his wealth, perhaps he could have rebuilt. But when the debt collectors threw him onto the streets, his three small children couldn¡¯t survive. One by one, they perished¡ªstarved, sick, or simply too weak to endure. His wife, stricken with grief, couldn¡¯t bear the loss. One evening, she drank poison and ended her own life. Martin had wanted to follow her. He should have. But he was a coward. Instead, he continued his miserable existence, dragging himself through the filth of the slums, hating himself every moment for it. Martin had lost everything. And there was nothing he could do about it. ... "Those robbers... I should find them. Kill them. And then die myself!" Lying on the cold, hard ground, Martin clenched his fists, his mind burning with rage. He had spent countless nights thinking about hunting down the thieves who ruined his life. But there was one problem¡ªhe had no idea who they were or how to find them. That helplessness ate away at him. Just as his consciousness began to drift toward sleep, something hit him. It wasn¡¯t unusual for a homeless man like him. Sleeping out in the open, without even a tent, meant dealing with all sorts of discomforts¡ªbugs, rats, cockroaches, or even small stones thrown by cruel people. But this time... something was different. The object that touched him had a freezing sensation. It was so unnatural that the drowsiness instantly vanished from his mind. His eyes snapped open. Lying beside him on the ground was a strange, crimson-colored object, a book. Its cover was deep red, almost like it had been soaked in blood, and on it, four eerie words were inscribed in black ink: The Book of Weirdness. "What... is this?" Martin hesitated before reaching out. The moment his fingertips touched the cover¡ª A soul-piercing scream exploded inside his mind. A chorus of mad laughter, filled with chaos and insanity, followed, echoing as if countless twisted beings were laughing directly into his skull. "AAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Martin shrieked, his body convulsing as he flung the book away in horror. His sudden scream startled the other homeless people around him. Some groggily sat up, rubbing their eyes. They looked around, but saw nothing unusual. ... Martin¡¯s breath came in ragged gasps as he frantically looked around. The world around him was wrong. A dense, twisted forest surrounded him¡ªits trees gnarled and pulsing, as if alive. The air carried a sickly-sweet scent, thick and oppressive. Above, the sky was painted in eternal crimson, dominated by five blood-red moons, each a different size. Yet, despite being moons, they didn¡¯t look like celestial bodies. They looked like pupils. Like eyes, watching him. "This... this can¡¯t be real!" Martin staggered backward, shaking his head. "Where am I?!" Panic clawed at his chest. Suddenly, in the eerie stillness, he spotted someone ahead, a woman, standing alone among the trees. She wore a flowing pink dress, delicate yet unnervingly pristine. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and her features were breathtaking, almost inhumanly perfect. But something about her smile made his skin crawl. "Who is she?" Martin hesitated before stepping forward. ¡°H-Hey! You ... where are we?! What is this place?! Who are you?!¡± The woman¡¯s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. ¡°This?¡± she said sweetly, spinning in place like a dancer. ¡°This is the Weird Forest in the Abyss.¡± Then, she giggled. ¡°And I? I am the Demon of Weirdness.¡± Martin froze. "A demon?!" His blood turned to ice, yet at the same time, a strange excitement stirred in his heart. He had heard the stories. Legends whispered of demons granting wishes in exchange for a price. The woman leaned closer, her voice playful yet chilling. ¡°Lucky man,¡± she whispered. ¡°You are so, so lucky! Make a wish, and I shall grant it!¡± Martin¡¯s eyes widened. He didn¡¯t understand what was happening, didn¡¯t know if this was real or some twisted nightmare. But in that moment, one thought consumed him. "Revenge." His hands trembled as he clenched his fists, his voice low and filled with icy resolve. ¡°Make me powerful enough to take revenge.¡± The demon¡¯s smile never wavered. ¡°So it shall be.¡± A sudden gust of wind howled through the forest¡ª And the world went black. ... Edric stood in the shadows, watching the homeless man sleep. He had randomly thrown the book at him, making sure he picked it up. And sure enough, the system notification had dinged, confirming his task was complete. "Well, that was easy." Edric had planned to leave immediately, but curiosity kept him rooted in place. That¡¯s when he saw something strange. The moment the homeless man touched the book, it vanished¡ªas if it had never existed. And then¡ª A violent surge of energy erupted from the man¡¯s body. Edric¡¯s eyes widened in shock as he sensed the immense pressure radiating from him. In just a few moments, the man¡¯s aura skyrocketed, going from a helpless beggar to a Golden Knight-level being. And it was still climbing. But something was deeply wrong. The energy was chaotic, twisted, like a storm tearing reality apart. Around them, the other homeless people started screaming, clutching their heads as their minds shattered under the influence of the growing power. Then, one of them lunged at another, his face contorted in madness, and tore into his throat with his teeth. Blood sprayed onto the dirt. The scent of fresh blood triggered the others. More screams. More violence. They began tearing each other apart, their bodies ripping into flesh like wild animals, devouring one another in a frenzy. "No good... I think I broke something!" But despite the horrifying scene, he wasn¡¯t upset. But one thing bothered him. "Why didn¡¯t it affect me?" He had held the book for hours, flipping through its twisted pages, yet nothing had happened. But the moment that homeless man touched it, the book vanished, and now¡ª This. "Whatever. It¡¯s not my problem anymore!" Edric smirked. This wasn¡¯t his mess to clean up. King Bloodstone and his forces would have to deal with it. Not him. The homeless man¡¯s aura was still growing, faint traces of Legendary Rank beginning to emerge. A chill ran down Edric¡¯s spine. "Damn terrifying... I really hope King Bloodstone can handle this." Without wasting another second, he activated his spells, vanishing into the darkness. ... Sitting safely on the other side of the border, Edric opened his system interface. His eyes gleamed as he stared at his newly acquired Mythic Skill. A grin stretched across his face. "With this... I no longer have to fear Legendary Ranks!" His laughter echoed into the night. As for Windwalker City, Lyria, or even the fate of the Bloodstone Kingdom¡ª None of it had anything to do with him. Chapter 61 Demons In a peaceful room decorated with beautiful paintings and a calm atmosphere, a man with blood-red hair, brown eyes, and an aquiline nose sat at a table. He was King Rodric Bloodstone, enjoying a quiet moment, sipping from a finely crafted cup. The calm was broken by a knock at the door. "Enter," Rodric said, setting his cup down. The door opened to reveal a man with blonde hair and a neatly trimmed mustache. He stepped inside, bowing respectfully. "My king, I bring urgent news," the man said, his voice serious. "Speak," Rodric replied, his sharp gaze fixed on the messenger. The man carefully handed Rodric a folded piece of paper. "This letter came from the Windwalker Territory. At first, I didn¡¯t believe it, but after double-checking, I¡¯m certain it¡¯s true." Rodric unfolded the letter and read it. His expression, once calm, changed to one of shock. "It can¡¯t be¡­" he whispered, his voice trailing off. "My king, I¡¯ve confirmed it," the messenger insisted, his tone firm. Rodric rose abruptly, moving to stand in front of a large mirror. As he donned his armor, he issued quick orders. "Send word to the Flicker Empire. Use every contact we have. Make sure they understand how serious this is. And reach out to the Elowen Kingdom. Invite them here. It¡¯s time to put our differences aside." The mention of inviting the Elowen Kingdom emphasized the seriousness of the situation. For centuries, the Elowens had been the Bloodstone Kingdom¡¯s greatest enemies. Extending an invitation like this was no small matter. "Yes, my king!" the messenger said, bowing before rushing out of the room. Rodric stood alone, staring at his reflection in the mirror. "Demons¡­ they¡¯re back." He thought to himself, though his face betrayed no emotion. The demons of the Silverflower Isles had a long, hidden history that few knew. It was said the original orcs who lived on the island were worshippers of demons and possessed powerful dark artifacts. Years ago, a group of Super-ranking knights from the Flicker Empire came to the isles. They gathered every demonic artifact they could find and sealed them away. Only the legendary knights of the island knew this secret. No one else had any idea. The only reason Rodric knew was because those knights had shared it with his great-uncle. Without that, even a legendary knight like him would never have learned of it. "Average. Silver. Gold. Legendary. Mythic. Ultra. Super." Rodric thought, running through the ranks of strength in his mind. A Super-ranked knight was a being beyond mortal comprehension. With but a single breath, they could annihilate legions of Legendary knights and mages. The two were not merely separated by strength; they were entirely different life forms. Even within the Flicker Empire, Super knights were few, and each one was a name whispered with awe and reverence across the entire realm. Yet, even they had been unable to claim every last demonic artifact. Some had eluded their grasp. To counter this, the Flicker Empire had summoned an Ultra-ranked mage to cast a powerful suppression spell over the land. The spell quelled the lingering chaotic energies, forcing the remaining artifacts into dormancy. But even that was not a perfect solution¡ªsome items proved too elusive, slipping through the cracks. Thus, an imperial decree was set: any ruler of Silver Flower Island must immediately report the discovery of a demonic relic. Over the last few centuries, this command had only been invoked twice. The first incident led to a catastrophe so devastating that it became known as the Ice Age Disaster. The release of the artifact¡¯s power claimed the lives of over half the island¡¯s population, freezing the land in an unnatural winter. Even after a Super knight finally secured the relic, the aftereffects persisted. To this day, despite Silver Flower Island being a naturally warm land, snowfall still graced its fields on occasion¡ªan eerie remnant of that calamity. The second occurrence, fortunately, was resolved without tragedy. The artifact had been swiftly recovered and handed over to a Super knight before its corruption could spread. This, however¡­ This was the third time. And this time, the item had already broken free. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. Had they discovered it earlier, they might have been able to contain it. But now, it was too late. According to the report he had just received, the demonic aura had already reached the Legendary rank, and its vessel¡ªa demon¡ªwas unleashing destruction upon the land. The Flicker Empire¡¯s Super knight would no doubt arrive as swiftly as possible, but nothing was certain. That was why Rodric had called upon the Legendary knights of the Elowen Kingdom. Their longstanding enmity mattered little in the face of this impending disaster. Yet, despite all these precautions, Rodric held little hope. Anything that had slipped through the hands of a Super knight was already beyond his reach. Against a force of this magnitude, he stood no chance. On Silver Flower Island, none dared take the threat of demons lightly. These creatures held only limited power upon entering this world, but they grew fast¡ªfaster than anything else. If allowed to fester, they could become monsters that even Super knights struggled to vanquish. Rodric exhaled slowly, shaking his head, clearing his thoughts. There was no use dwelling on fear. ... Edric stared at the glowing interface of his system, his heart pounding with excitement. [Self-Consumption (Cyan)] Permanently sacrifice one of your skills in exchange for a temporary boost in strength. Details:
  • Consuming an Average-ranked skill: 1-second boost to Mythic Knight rank.
  • Consuming a Silver-ranked skill: 8-second boost to Mythic Knight rank.
  • Consuming a Golden-ranked skill: 64-second boost to Mythic Knight rank.
  • Consuming a Legendary-ranked skill: 512-second boost to Mythic Knight rank.
  • Consuming a Mythic-ranked skill: 4,096-second boost to Mythic Knight rank.
Reading through the description, Edric couldn¡¯t help but feel a surge of exhilaration. "This¡­ this changes everything!" With this ability, he was no longer utterly powerless against Legendary-ranked opponents. The cost was high¡ªpermanently losing a skill¡ªbut fortunately, he had plenty of skills that were utterly useless to him.
  • Crystal Skin (Silver) ¨C Its defensive properties were weaker than his natural defense. Useless.
  • Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver) ¨C Never once had he found a practical use for it. Garbage.
  • Flesh Control (White) ¨C It had been useful early on, but after reaching Golden rank, its effectiveness plummeted. He would need a higher-ranked version of the skill if he wanted real utility.
With these expendable skills, he had a total of 17 seconds of Mythic-rank combat power at his disposal. "Seventeen seconds might not sound like much¡­ but against a Mythic opponent, a Legendary-ranked knight wouldn¡¯t last even a tenth of a second!" The difference between ranks was astronomical. A Silver-ranked knight might survive a full second against a Golden-ranked foe, but a Golden-ranked knight wouldn¡¯t last even half a second against a Legendary. The gap only widened as one ascended. "I should only use this when my life is truly in danger," Edric muttered, steeling himself. This skill was a double-edged sword. Once a skill was consumed, it was gone forever. "Reckless use would cripple me in the long run." He shook his head, pushing aside his excitement. "I have something more important to focus on right now." The Ancestor of a State task. Completing it would grant him two Mythic-tier chests, and that was something he could not afford to delay. "Mass Replication!" At his command, the air shimmered, and 950 clones appeared, each identical to him in every way. Without missing a beat, he moved swiftly, altering their physiques one by one, transforming each of them into female versions of himself. It took a while for him to cast the Clone Shaper spell on every single one of them. After meticulously transforming the physiques of the clones, Edric retrieved an egg cell he had collected some time ago, one belonging to an individual with Silver-tier talent. Holding it carefully, he activated [Gene Copy], and within the confines of his small, makeshift laboratory, he replicated the egg until he had amassed a staggering 10,000 copies. Next came the most critical step. Using his own DNA, he fertilized each and every one of them. Without wasting a moment, he moved on to the next phase. The implantation process began. Each of his 950 clones received 10 fertilized egg cells, ensuring that each would eventually give birth to ten children. As the procedure concluded, he glanced at the system interface to check his progress. [Ancestor of a State Quest Progress] 13,278 / 100,000 "It worked!" A wide grin spread across Edric¡¯s face. "Now, I just need to repeat this process ten more times, and the task will be complete!" The system already recognized the fertilized eggs as viable life, meaning that if he were to cast Mass Replication again, his current clones would vanish, and with them, every implanted embryo would be lost. That left him with only one option: he needed to accelerate the pregnancies. With that thought, Edric extended his hand, activating a spell. "Happy Farm!" A wave of pale green light enveloped one of the clones. The results were immediate. The natural gestation period of approximately 270 days was instantly reduced by 95%, bringing it down to just 14 days. His eyes gleamed. "If I keep this up, I can potentially reach 100,000 births in just 140 days!" Of course, that was an optimistic estimate. Reality was rarely so kind¡ªcomplications were bound to arise. Still, it was a start. One by one, he cast Happy Farm on each of his clones. However, after the first few hundred, fatigue hit him like a hammer. Despite being a Golden-ranked mage, casting Happy Farm in succession was far more taxing than he had anticipated. Though only a Silver-tier spell, its spell formation was unusually chaotic and intricate, making rapid casting an exhausting endeavor. If he had underestimated anything, it was this. After several grueling days, Edric finally finished applying the spell to all clones. He exhaled deeply, wiping the sweat from his brow. "That was¡­ harder than expected," he muttered. Now, there was nothing left to do but wait. The births would happen soon. But deep down, a sliver of unease gnawed at him. Would there be consequences for forcing life into the world with a spell tainted by demonic origins? He could only hope¡­ that nothing would go horribly wrong. Chapter 62 A Mother鈥檚 Priorities Martin gazed down at the ruins beneath him. Over the past few days, he had reduced the entire Windwalker City to rubble, slaughtering countless people. He had hunted down the thief who had robbed his shop, the man who had ruined his life, and yet, he still felt empty. "No¡­ now that I think about it, the real culprits were the Bank of Bloodstone!" His crimson eyes burned with hatred. "They were the ones who killed my family! I¡¯ll erase the entire Bloodstone kingdom from existence!" At this moment, Martin was no longer human, not in appearance, not in soul. A pair of tattered, jet-black wings stretched over a hundred feet behind him. His body, now a towering twenty feet tall, was covered in grotesque flesh, his jagged fangs glistening under the sun. His presence reeked of death, his voice guttural, inhuman. Despite his terrifying form, his aura was still only at the Legendary rank - far from the realm of Mythic beings. But as a mortal-turned-demon, Martin knew nothing of power rankings. His thought process was straightforward: If he could bring an entire city to ruin, then the Bank of Bloodstone was nothing more than a pile of kindling waiting to be burned. With a single beat of his wings, he ascended into the clear skies, soaring toward the general direction where he believed Bloodstone City lay. Of course, as a demon with a shattered mind and crippled intelligence, his journey would not be swift. Finding the city might take him time, but that hardly mattered. Any unfortunate soul who crossed his path would have only one thing to curse - Their own wretched luck. ... A woman with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes lay hidden beneath a mountain of corpses. She was alive - unharmed. But she was terrified. Not long ago, a monster had descended upon the city, slaughtering everything in sight. It hunted relentlessly, attacking anything that moved. And as if that wasn¡¯t horrifying enough, a thick, unnatural black fog had surrounded the entire city, sealing it off completely. No one could take more than two steps beyond its edge. It wasn¡¯t poisonous. It didn¡¯t burn or corrode. It simply blocked the way- impervious to blades, magic, or sheer force. Trapped, Lyria did the only thing she could to survive - she hid beneath the mountain of corpses. Fortunately for her, the creature was stupid. It had not thought to check beneath the dead. And so, she waited - motionless in the stifling, blood-soaked darkness. She didn¡¯t dare move. She didn¡¯t dare breathe too loudly. All she could do was endure and hope. The Bloodstone Kingdom had to send reinforcements. They couldn¡¯t possibly ignore a monster of this scale. If left unchecked, it wouldn¡¯t just destroy this city - it would annihilate the entire kingdom. But Lyria knew one thing for sure. She wouldn¡¯t be the one to stop it. Even as a Silver-rank knight, she had no chance against such a being. Facing it would be suicide. All she could do was rely on her superior physique, enduring hunger and thirst for as long as necessary under this pile of corpses. Weeks, if need be. It would be agonizing. It would push her body to its limits. But it was still better than dying. Still better than facing that thing. ... Trapped beneath a mountain of corpses, time blurred into an unending nightmare. The stench of rotting flesh had grown unbearable, thick and suffocating. Worms and insects wriggled through the decaying bodies around her, brushing against her skin. If she stayed here any longer, she wouldn¡¯t die - but it would be a fate close to hell itself. Initially, she hadn¡¯t planned on leaving for at least a week, but now, she had changed her mind. If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. She had to get out. "I can¡¯t stay here any longer!" she thought. Gritting her teeth, she began to slowly, carefully wriggle her way out of the corpse pile. Every movement sent a fresh wave of decay into her lungs, but she endured. Inch by inch, she crawled to freedom. Finally, she emerged. Sucking a breath in, she scanned the surroundings. The city - once bustling and full of life - was no more. Windwalker City had been flattened. Not a single structure remained standing. But the dark fog was gone. Nothing prevented her from escaping now. Not wasting another second, she turned and ran. As she sped through the wasteland of ruin, her mind raced with a sinking realization. "This time¡­ our family may truly face destruction." The Windwalker family had never been powerful. They were a small noble house with only one marquis and a single count. With Marquis Alaric Windwalker dead and Windwalker City annihilated, the strongest remaining stronghold was now her city¡ªEagle¡¯s Perch. But Eagle¡¯s Perch was far too small to serve as the seat of a marquis. It was only a matter of time before the kingdom forced them to rejoin the Darkwind family. The once-independent Windwalker family was now teetering on the edge of being swallowed whole. "Maybe I¡¯m being too optimistic¡­" A shudder ran down her spine as she remembered the overwhelming presence of the demon. That aura¡­ that power. Could even the king himself stand against it? No. "Is this the end of Silverflower Island?" Everything had fallen apart so quickly. First, Marquis Alaric and his son Edric were murdered by unknown assassins. Then, Windwalker City was wiped from existence. Now, the entire island was in danger of being erased from history. For the first time, Lyria stopped thinking about her family¡¯s survival. Instead, she asked herself the only question that truly mattered. "How do I save myself?" Because if Silverflower Island was doomed¡­ Then nothing else mattered. With Edric - her son, the one she had suspected of possessing a Mythic talent - gone, Lyria no longer had lingering worries about her other children. She loved them, yes, but her own survival came first. If she could save them, she would. If not¡­ their fate was in their own hands. She had always been this way. Her love was real, but it had limits. She was not the kind of mother who would sacrifice everything for her children. The only reason she had paid special attention to Edric was because of his extraordinary knight talent. If he had been ordinary, she would have still given him a place to live, some money, and perhaps some care - but nothing beyond that. And she was not alone in this mindset. In noble families like hers, knight talent was everything. It determined status, worth, and a person¡¯s very right to belong. Even in the great ducal houses, direct descendants who lacked talent were often cast aside - given a small sum, married off, abandoned, or simply left to fend for themselves. But those who did possess knight talent? They bore an undeniable duty. Talented nobles - especially men - were expected to produce as many children as possible. A golden-rank knight was expected to leave behind at least a hundred descendants in their lifetime. Women of similar talent were also expected to bear children, though the numbers expected of them were far less severe due to physical limitations. Because of this pragmatic reality - that men could sire far more offspring than women - talented male heirs were universally valued more than their female counterparts. But that prestige came with a cost. A high-ranking nobleman with exceptional talent was also far more likely to be targeted by assassins and rival factions. Edric''s case had been particularly extreme - he had been treated as little more than a breeding tool, coerced into producing as many offspring as possible. Cases like his were rare but not unheard of. Some of the most powerful ducal families in the kingdom had built their legacies upon such ruthless practices. They had forced their most talented male members to sire thousands of descendants, increasing their bloodline¡¯s strength with sheer numbers. And that was why those families still stood strong today¡ªwhile others crumbled into obscurity. ... As a Silver-rank knight, it took Lyria only a few hours to return to Eagle¡¯s Perch City. She could have arrived even sooner if not for the occasional stops - hunting animals to fill her stomach, washing away the stench of death in a river, etc. When she finally reached the city¡¯s outskirts, her sharp eyes immediately caught sight of something unusual. An orange flag flew high above the northern gate. Most commoners wouldn¡¯t know what that meant, but Lyria did. "Martial law¡­ Something must have happened." Her frown deepened. Before leaving, she had entrusted the city¡¯s administration to Aelira, the treasurer - and also her daughter. Aelira was exceptionally talented in management. Intelligent, capable, and fiercely loyal. There was no way she would have locked down the city without a very good reason. "There should still be six Great Knights protecting her. None of them would dare betray me. Did they shut down the gates after hearing about Windwalker City? Are they afraid?" Lyria was the only Silver Knight in Eagle¡¯s Perch. No one in this city - no one - should have the strength or the courage to oppose her. "Wait¡­" A realization struck her. "They probably think I¡¯m dead!" During her journey back, her mind had been consumed with thoughts of the monster and the future. It hadn¡¯t even occurred to her that her own city might have already written her off. A rare smile tugged at her lips. It had been a long time since she felt like smiling. But even in the face of disaster, Lyria was a tough woman. Stronger than most. The destruction of an entire city didn¡¯t shake her. Death, blood, and carnage didn¡¯t disturb her. In fact, she even enjoyed the sight of blood from time to time. Her mental fortitude was remarkable¡ªher ability to focus, to ignore distractions, to push away unnecessary worries was almost frightening. She had no patience for weakness. "Let¡¯s make sure they know I¡¯m alive." Without hesitation, she approached the northern gate. Then, with a single effortless leap - She jumped inside. Chapter 63 Under the Orange Flag Aelira wiped her tears. The past month had been the worst time of her life. Her brother - though they had never been particularly close - was dead. Her mother, the one person she had truly loved and relied on, was gone. The head of the family, Alaric Windwalker, had perished. And Windwalker City, the grandest city of their lineage, had been reduced to ruins. It wasn¡¯t an exaggeration to say her world had been utterly shattered. Yet, despite everything, she concealed her grief. Before her death, Lyria - her mother - had entrusted her with the leadership of the city. It was now her duty to protect what remained. But the task was anything but easy. When word of Windwalker City¡¯s destruction reached them a few days ago, panic swept through the people like wildfire. A riot broke out. Even the city guards wavered, and some knights questioned their loyalty to the Windwalker family. Worse still, the contracted guards and mercenary knights - those temporarily hired to fill vacant positions - abandoned their posts and fled. Fortunately, the Great Knights remained steadfast. Not a single one attempted a coup or sought to seize control of the city. After all, with Lyria presumed dead, there was no Silver Knight left to keep the Great Knights in check. Whether out of loyalty or fear, they chose to stand by Aelira. With their support, she managed to suppress the riot. But to prevent further desertion and panic, she had no choice but to declare martial law and seal the city gates. Even now, whispers of the monstrous being that had destroyed Windwalker City spread like poison through the streets. Some claimed it would come for them next, fueling paranoia and inciting further unrest. She had considered arresting those who spread such rumors. But after careful thought, she realized it would only make things worse. Silencing them would give their words more weight, not less. Instead, she chose honesty. She called for a city hall meeting, gathering all the influential figures within the city. And there, she told them everything she knew about what had happened to Windwalker City. It was enough to steady the upper echelon, though the common folk still clung to their fears and fabrications. But there was little she could do about that. She had locked down the city to stop people from fleeing in terror. She had considered opening the gates, allowing those who wished to leave to do so. But not yet. Not until things had calmed. For now, the city would remain shut. Because if she faltered - if she lost control - the last remnants of the Windwalker legacy would crumble. And that was something she could not allow. Fortunately, in the last few days, the monster had vanished. But even so, no one dared to think of rebuilding Windwalker City. Few who had witnessed the creature survived, and those that did were left broken - hollowed by fear. The Great Knights of Eagle¡¯s Perch City had captured a handful of survivors and interrogated them about the monster¡¯s power. Yet even hearing their stammered, fragmented accounts was enough to terrify seasoned warriors. A monster that could level a building with a single slap. At the very least, it possessed the strength of a Golden-ranked being. Perhaps even Legendary. This was another reason for the lockdown - to remain hidden. If too many people left the city, they might inadvertently lead the monster straight to them. For now, Aelira¡¯s priority was to keep the city quiet, concealed in the shadows, until the situation stabilized. She could only hope that the Bloodstone Kingdom would take care of it. After all, no matter how powerful the noble houses were, the royal family ultimately ruled this land. Surely the king himself would deal with the beast. No matter how strong the creature was, the king should be stronger. So, she wasn¡¯t too worried about the survival of the kingdom itself. Her greatest concern was her family - the ones she had lost. You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. The weight of grief pressed on her chest, but she pushed it down. There was still work to do. Standing up, she prepared to hand her newest orders to the Silver Knights: to open the castle¡¯s reserves and distribute good food to the people. Morale was dangerously low, and they needed something - anything - to hold on to. Just as she turned to leave, a voice called her name. ¡°Aelira.¡± She froze. That voice¡­ It couldn¡¯t be. Slowly, almost fearfully, she turned toward the source of the voice. Her breath caught in her throat. ¡°Mother?¡± There, standing before her, was Lyria. Aelira stared, unable to move, unable to believe her own eyes. For a long moment, she simply stood in shock. But then, disbelief gave way to reality. She was alive. Of course, her mother¡¯s death had never been confirmed. They had assumed her dead because¡­ how could anyone, even a Silver Knight, survive that? The city had been razed to the ground, reduced to ashes. The streets had become mountains of corpses. No one could have lived through such devastation. And yet, here she was. Tears welled in Aelira¡¯s eyes as she rushed forward, throwing her arms around her mother. ¡°Mother, you¡¯re alive!¡± Lyria gently held her, as if trying to soothe her trembling daughter. ¡°Aelira¡­ what happened? Why is the orange flag raised?¡± Aelira clung to her, sobbing uncontrollably. ¡°I thought you were dead¡­ I thought I lost you¡­¡± Her voice broke as the weight of everything she had endured came crashing down at once. She had lost so much in the past few days. And yet, she had forced herself to remain strong - for the city, for the people who depended on her. She had locked away her grief, buried it deep within, because there had been no one to lean on. But now¡­ Now, her mother was back. Now, she could let it all out. And so, Aelira cried - freely, intensely, without restraint - because, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she didn¡¯t have to carry everything alone. Aelira was not a ruthless ruler. Even when managing the treasury, she was constantly frustrated that they couldn¡¯t allocate more funds toward education and healthcare for ordinary people. Now, being thrust into a position where she had to make life-and-death decisions weighed heavily on her. The best leaders were those who could quickly choose the lesser evil, even if it meant the loss of many lives. Those who were too affectionate, too ruled by emotion and conscience, were ill-suited for such roles. Even as treasurer, Aelira had been unhappy. Every decision she made felt like a compromise, forcing her to make painful choices. Yet she had never resigned from her duty. Firstly, because she refused to disappoint her mother again. And secondly, because she feared that anyone who replaced her would only make life harder for ordinary citizens. She had always done her best to maximize efficiency, ensuring that every available resource was stretched to help as many people as possible. Another treasurer - someone less concerned with the people¡¯s well-being - might not care as much as she did. For better or worse, governance required either cold, purely rational minds or those who could suppress their emotions. In truth, emotions rarely led to good decisions. No matter the situation, one had to see things clearly, with eyes unclouded by sentiment. After a long moment, Lyria finally spoke. ¡°What happened while I was gone?¡± Aelira, who had just begun to regain her composure, took a deep breath before answering. ¡°A few days ago, when the news of your death and Windwalker City¡¯s destruction spread, people panicked. Some - agitated by instigators - began to riot. Even some knights and city guards deserted their posts and fled. Fortunately, the Great Knights remained loyal to me, and with their help, I was able to suppress the riot.¡± She paused, then added, ¡°To prevent more from running away, I placed the city under lockdown and raised the orange flag.¡± Lyria listened intently, nodding. There were five main flags used to signal different crises:
  • White Flag ¨C Raised when the castle was on the verge of surrender to an invading enemy.
  • Black Flag ¨C Raised when a deadly disease had broken out within the city, barring anyone from entering.
  • Red Flag ¨C Signified an external threat or danger within the city, aside from disease.
  • Green Flag ¨C Used when poisonous or hazardous chemicals were present.
  • Orange Flag ¨C Indicated a complete lockdown of the city.
These flag signals were known only to knights, high-ranking military officers, and top civil officials. They were placed in designated locations to convey the castle¡¯s status to those who might be away on missions and unaware of the current situation. Lyria let out a small smile. ¡°Well, fortunately, the Great Knights didn¡¯t disappoint me.¡± Then, her expression turned serious. ¡°Call everyone. I have a few plans to announce.¡± Aelira nodded and hurried off to carry out the order. Lyria was far from optimistic about the fate of the Bloodstone Kingdom. Not even the king himself might be able to defeat the monster. For now, she had decided to remain in this city a while longer, though not out of loyalty or sentiment. She simply had nowhere else to go. Her ultimate goal was the Flicker Empire, but there was no ship that could take her there at the moment. There were a few smaller islands she could flee to in the meantime, yet finding a vessel was a problem in itself. The Windwalker family¡¯s domain was a remote and desolate region - rarely, if ever, visited by ships capable of crossing the Great Sea. To board a ship, she would have to travel by land for at least two weeks, making her way to the far side of the kingdom. And such a journey required careful preparation. She lived on an island. No matter where she planned to go, she needed a ship. But ordinary ships were not built for the open seas. The lowest class of vessel that could even hope to survive the vast, untamed waters was a Mythic-class ship. The sea was an unforgiving expanse. Countless dangers lurked beneath the waves - terrifying sea monsters, unpredictable weather patterns, monstrous tides, and deadly tsunamis. Any ordinary vessel would be torn apart within days, if not hours. Of course, it wasn¡¯t entirely impossible for a regular ship to make the journey. If the gods willed it - if luck itself was on their side - they might just cross the sea without encountering any threats. But that was the same as gambling one¡¯s life on the mercy of the unknown. And Lyria was not one to leave her fate to chance. chapter 64 No Mercy Left Aelira stepped out into the streets of Eagle¡¯s Perch City, searching for the Great Knights. One by one, she summoned them to the room where her mother, Lyria, was waiting. She offered no explanation, only telling them that someone important needed to see them. Without hesitation, they obeyed, following Aelira into the chamber. As they entered, they expected to find a noble of the Bloodstone family or perhaps a high-ranking official. Some dared to hope, for just a fleeting moment, that it might be Lyria herself. But they dismissed the thought just as quickly. They had seen the ruins of Windwalker City. They had witnessed its utter devastation. Nothing could have survived that. Unlike ordinary citizens, the Great Knights truly understood Lyria¡¯s strength. She was powerful - immensely so. Yet, after witnessing the destruction of Windwalker City, they had believed she was lost. The force that erased Windwalker from existence was not the work of men or armies. It was something far beyond human comprehension. Yet when they stepped into the room and saw her standing there, very much alive, shock flashed across their faces. Then, excitement overtook them. Their astonishment turned to joy. One by one, they bowed deeply, eyes gleaming with admiration. To survive such devastation - Lyria had proven, once again, that she was far from ordinary. The Great Knights who had served under her were more than just soldiers. They were the most devoted of her followers, handpicked and trained under her direct guidance. Their loyalty was absolute, unwavering - even in death, they would not betray her. It was this unshakable bond that had given Lyria confidence in leaving Aelira, an ordinary person, in charge of Eagle¡¯s Perch City during her absence. Normally, such authority was granted only to those with great personal power, like the Great Knights. An ordinary person in a high position could be easily threatened, manipulated, or overthrown. But Lyria had no such fears. She trusted her knights, and because of that trust, she knew Aelira would be protected. The Great knights remained kneeling, not daring to lift their gaze. Lyria studied them for a moment, her expression unreadable, before she finally spoke. "You¡¯ve impressed me," she said, her voice calm but firm. "Your loyalty is unquestionable. For that, I thank you." She paused, letting her words settle. "Thank you for your unwavering service." She took a breath before continuing. "But now, we must discuss our next move. The events at Windwalker City have changed everything." The Great Knights and Aelira focused their attention on her, waiting for her to continue. "First of all," Lyria began, her voice steady, "I do not believe the Bloodstone family or even the king himself can solve the problem of the monster." After hearing Lyria¡¯s words, Aelira and the Great Knights were taken aback. She was the only person who had seen the monster with her own eyes - the only one they trusted completely. And yet, if even the king, a legendary knight, couldn¡¯t handle the creature¡­ Did that mean they were all nothing more than lambs waiting to be slaughtered? A wave of unease spread through them. Until now, they had clung to the hope that the Bloodstone family would handle the threat. The six Great Knights present weren¡¯t as shocked as Aelira, though. While they had also expected the Bloodstone family to step in, they had witnessed the destruction of Windwalker City firsthand. They knew the monster¡¯s power might exceed even the golden rank. As Great Knights, their judgment wasn¡¯t precise enough to distinguish the true difference between golden-rank and legendary-rank destructive power. But in the end, it didn¡¯t matter - whether it was golden or legendary, they stood no chance against it. Stolen story; please report. The reason the Great Knights had taken turns traveling to Windwalker City was, of course, to search for Lyria. If she had survived but was injured, they needed to be there to aid her. Right now, six of the eleven Great Knights of Eagle¡¯s Perch City were still out there, scouring the outskirts of Windwalker. They were scheduled to return in two days. The knights had gone in shifts because they couldn¡¯t afford to leave the city completely defenseless. Unlike them, Aelira hadn¡¯t seen the aftermath of Windwalker¡¯s destruction. That was why she had still held onto the hope that the Bloodstone family could deal with the monster. But now, knowing even they weren¡¯t a match, disappointment and fear gripped her. Lyria¡¯s voice broke the silence. "Second of all," she continued, "let me make one thing clear. From now on, our only concern is survival. Stop thinking about the kingdom, the people, or anything else. We no longer have the luxury of mercy. We must focus solely on ourselves." She paused, letting her words sink in. "I¡¯m already making preparations to find a ship. We¡¯re leaving this island for good. I want everyone to gather everything of value from the treasury, store it in spatial rings, and be ready to move.." A heavy silence filled the room. Aelira and the knights exchanged uneasy glances, absorbing her words. "It will take us two weeks to reach the docks," Lyria continued. "Once we arrive, we¡¯ll need money to secure spots on ships that can take us to another island. Ideally, I¡¯d want us to reach the Flicker Empire. But that isn¡¯t possible - not with the resources we have. Passage to the Flicker Empire is too expensive, and even if we could afford it, there may not be a ship capable of making the journey." Her gaze darkened. "The sea route to Flicker is long and treacherous. Only a mythic-grade ship could make the voyage. A lower-grade vessel wouldn¡¯t survive. But for the closer islands, we might be able to secure passage on a legendary-grade ship. They aren¡¯t as safe as mythic ones, but they¡¯re far better than ordinary ships. There¡¯s risk involved - but at least we have a chance of affording a spot on a legendary ship. A mythic ship, however, is beyond our reach." The Great Knights wore expressions of resolve, but Aelira¡¯s face was clouded with bitterness. She couldn¡¯t shake the weight of what was about to happen - leaving so many innocent people behind to face certain death at the hands of the monster. If they abandoned the island, those left behind wouldn¡¯t survive. They would die. The monster would eat them. The thought shattered Aelira¡¯s heart. "Mother," she said, her voice trembling with sorrow. "Isn¡¯t there any way we can save them? There has to be something we can do." Lyria¡¯s expression remained cold and unyielding. "There is no way," she replied. "It¡¯s only us - the Great Knights, a few proven knights whose loyalty is absolute - and you. We can¡¯t afford to take anyone else. The seats on the ships are too expensive." Aelira¡¯s fragile hope faltered as Lyria continued. "I have a few million silver, and with everything we can gather, we might reach a hundred million. But that¡¯s all. From what I¡¯ve heard, a single ticket costs at least two to three million silver, even for the nearest island. That means we can¡¯t take more than thirty or forty people. You, the Great Knights, a handful of knights I trust, and myself - that alone takes up nearly all the spots." Lyria¡¯s eyes sharpened like steel. "So listen carefully. Forget about saving anyone else. We cannot save them. Only the strong have the luxury of saving others. And right now, we cannot even save ourselves. Mercy is a luxury we no longer have." Aelira lowered her head, her heart heavy with guilt and frustration. She had no choice but to accept it. She was too weak to change anything. Instead of lamenting those she couldn¡¯t save, she should be grateful that her mother was saving her. She was a burden - she had no strength, no power. How could she even think about carrying the weight of others? Lyria¡¯s voice broke through her thoughts. "Now, go and make the necessary preparations. We leave in two days, once the remaining Great Knights return from their search." The Great Knights bowed and left without a word. Aelira lingered for a moment before turning to leave as well, her steps slow and heavy. ... As Lyria had commanded, preparations began immediately. Tens of millions of silver coins, countless treasures, and valuable supplies were gathered and stored in spatial rings. They packed as much food as they could, though most of it couldn¡¯t be stored within the rings. Only non-perishable goods - like salt and extremely dry provisions - could withstand the environment inside. Any fresh food would spoil, so they had no choice but to carry it themselves. That, however, wasn¡¯t a major concern. The Great Knights, along with most of those making the journey, were seasoned warriors. Lyria herself was a Silver Knight. With twelve Great Knights among them, hunting along the way wouldn¡¯t be an issue. The real problem was water. They ensured they packed as much as they could carry. Strength wasn¡¯t a limitation - Great Knights could bear enormous loads, and even the regular knights could carry far more than an average person. Everything was set into motion. The countdown to their departure had begun. Chapter 65 Departure All preparations for the journey were completed in just five days. Though this was past the original plan since Lyria had intended to leave within two, it was still an impressive feat. The knights, the horses, and the supplies were all carefully arranged, ready to depart at a moment¡¯s notice. During those extra days, Lyria found herself lost in thought, replaying her decision over and over again. She had weighed every possibility and considered every consequence, yet the answer remained the same. Leaving was not the best choice for the Windwalker family, but for herself, it was. If she left now, the Windwalker family would likely cease to exist, regardless of whether the Bloodstone family managed to defeat the monster or not. With no Silver Knight left to lead, there would be no hope for their survival. If she stayed, and if the Bloodstone family or another power somehow succeeded in slaying the monster, there was a slim chance the Windwalkers could recover. The surrounding families might hesitate to annex them immediately. After all, the Darkwind family and the Stonefist family had also suffered devastating losses when they encountered the mysterious Golden Knight. But even with their rivals weakened, the damage inflicted upon the Windwalker family was far worse. Even before the monster had razed Windwalker City to the ground, Lyria had already been considering leaving. Now, that choice was all but forced upon her. The reason was simple: Windwalker Castle. Other noble families had many Silver Knights, while the Windwalkers had only a few. The attack of the Golden Knight had wounded the neighboring families, but they still had Silver Knights elsewhere - knights who had not been present when the attack occurred. The Windwalkers, however, had placed all their hopes and power in a single location. And when the monster came, it destroyed Windwalker City, along with nearly all of their Silver Knights. Lyria had seen it with her own eyes. The Silver Knights who had tried to suppress the beast had been slaughtered in an instant. She had watched them fall, one after another. Unlike the other families, the Windwalkers had no Silver Knights stationed elsewhere. Their entire strength had been concentrated in their capital. The Windwalker family had only one Marquis and one Count. Other families, though similarly led by a single Marquis or Duke, had multiple Counts beneath them. And where there were Counts, there were Silver Knights. A Count typically commanded at least one Silver Knight, a Marquis half a dozen, and a Duke¡­ a Golden Knight. That power structure alone placed the Windwalkers at a disadvantage. But now, without their castle - their greatest source of defense - the Windwalker family had no means of withstanding what would inevitably come next. It would not be long before another noble house sought to claim what was left. In the end, even though staying was not impossible, it was little more than a slow death. If she remained, the Windwalker family would be swallowed by the Darkwind family before long. Lyria clenched her fists. She didn¡¯t want to be the one who let her family die. But at this point, she had no choice. With that in mind, Lyria made her final decision. She would leave the island. She would seek a new land, waiting for the day she could secure a place on a ship bound for the Flicker Empire. She had always wanted to go there. The Empire held far greater resources, and for a legendary talent like herself, it was the ideal place to grow. There, she would have a far higher chance of breaking through to the Golden Rank. Silver Flower Island, in contrast, felt like a wasteland. It lacked the resources she needed, and its harsh conditions made knight training difficult. Even with her natural talent, her odds of reaching the Golden Rank here were far lower than they would be in the Empire. Of course, her decision wasn¡¯t entirely driven by the monster¡¯s rampage or the looming threat of annexation by the Darkwind family. After Edric¡¯s death, only two paths had remained before her. The first was to stay on Silver Flower Island, break through to the Golden Rank, and carve out a position as a Duke. With that status, she could spend decades accumulating resources before finally leaving for the Empire. The second was to leave for the Flicker Empire immediately after becoming a Golden Knight. After Edric''s death, she had never intended to stay on this island. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. The only reason she would have ever considered staying was if she could rise to become Queen of the country - or even Queen of Silver Flower Island itself. That was the only future in which remaining on the island would have been worthwhile. But she knew that was nothing more than a fantasy. The only path to making that dream a reality had died with Edric. If he had reached the Legendary Rank, she might have had a chance. But now, with him gone, so were her ambitions. So she discarded those foolish dreams and set her sights on reality. Her plan had been to remain as the Windwalker family¡¯s new Marquis, drain its resources for as long as possible, and leave once she reached the Golden Rank, or after a few decades at most. But with Windwalker City in ruins and a monster still lurking, that plan was no longer viable. There was nothing left to drain. She wasn''t a Golden Knight yet, but she had no choice but to leave quickly, even as a Silver Knight. It was a dangerous decision. Venturing to an unknown island with her current strength was far riskier than leaving as a Golden Knight, but there was no other option. She planned to train on another island for some time until she reached the Golden Rank, then make her way to the Flicker Empire. Of course, if decades passed and she still failed to break through, she would leave anyway to reach the Flicker Empire, even as a Silver Knight. She didn¡¯t have the luxury of wasting time. Her lifespan was limited, and if she delayed too long, she might reach the Flicker Empire too old to ever have a real chance at advancing. But there, in the Flicker Empire, even if she failed¡­ At least she would die chasing a greater destiny in a vast world - Not in some forgotten, isolated backwater. With her plans finalized, Lyria entrusted one of her most loyal knights with the position of city lord. Alongside him, fifty knights were assigned the responsibility of assisting in managing the city. This was the last act of kindness she would grant this place. At the very least, with knights in charge, the city would not immediately descend into chaos. Riots would be prevented, and bandits would think twice before trying to take advantage of the situation. If the Bloodstone family managed to slay the monster and restore stability, the city would remain intact until then. She wrote a letter as the acting Marquis of the Windwalker family, formally surrendering the city and the territory of the Windwalker family to the Darkwind family, and handed the letter to the knight city lord she had appointed. Once everything was in place, she took one last look at the land that had once been the heart of the Windwalker family. Then, without hesitation, she turned away. Surrounded by her Great Knights, her most loyal warriors, and Aelira at her side, Lyria set out on her journey. ... The roads were quieter than she had expected. Too quiet. Few travelers were in sight, an oddity in itself. Perhaps most believed it was too dangerous to be wandering in these chaotic times, especially with a monster lurking in the shadows. Maybe some were unaware of the threat, or perhaps they simply underestimated it. It was also possible that many cities had locked down in response to the crisis. If trade routes were cut off, movement would naturally decline. Whatever the reason, the eerie emptiness worked in their favor. They moved swiftly, passing through multiple cities without stopping. From a distance, Lyria could see that some cities were indeed sealed off. Though curiosity tugged at her, she had no time to investigate. Time was precious. Every moment wasted in a city posed unnecessary risks. So they continued forward, never slowing down, never lingering where they were not needed. In just two weeks, they arrived at Dock City - the gateway to the open sea. Here, ships awaited passengers, offering a path to lands beyond. At the moment, three types of ships were available: The first was the Silver Grade Ship, suitable only for short trips along the outskirts of the open sea. These vessels were incredibly risky for long voyages, with a staggering 1% death rate¡ªa high statistic for those who frequently traveled by sea. The second option was the Golden Grade Ship, typically owned by powerful organizations like the Bank of Bloodstone. These ships offered a far safer journey, boasting a survival rate of over 99.99%, as long as they did not venture too deep into uncharted waters. Finally, there was the Legendary Grade Ship, the highest tier available in the region, owned by the Bloodstone Order. These ships were sturdy, built to withstand long voyages across the sea without risk of destruction or death. They were sufficient for reaching nearby islands¡­ But they were still nowhere near strong enough to travel to distant lands like the Flicker Empire. For long-distance voyages - such as those to the Empire - only Mythic Grade Ships could make the journey safely. Unfortunately, Dock City had none. These ships were rare, appearing only once every decade, sometimes even less. But even if a Mythic Grade Ship were docked here, it wouldn¡¯t matter. Securing a ticket was nearly impossible. Travelers needed an impeccable background, immense wealth, and often years of advance booking. Lyria knew there was no chance of obtaining passage on one. She had no choice but to settle for a Legendary Grade Ship - if one was even available. ... Upon arriving in Dock City, she was relieved to find that a Legendary Grade Ship was indeed preparing to set sail. However, the demand was overwhelming. Hundreds of passengers were already scrambling for tickets, driving the prices to absurd levels. In the end, after exhausting all their funds, Lyria managed to secure only 24 spots¡ªfor a staggering 150 million silver. Each ticket had cost over 6 million silver, far beyond her expectations. With each ship carrying thousands of passengers and each voyage lasting only three days, she couldn¡¯t even begin to imagine how much wealth the shipowners amassed. But securing the tickets came at a painful cost. She had originally brought 30 knights with her, but now, she could only take less than half. After much deliberation, she made her choice. She would bring herself, 12 Great Knights, 10 of her most skilled knights, and Aelira. The knights she chose were those with specialized skills - those experienced in training soldiers or possessing unique talents in various fields. As for Aelira, her presence was non-negotiable. Aelira had a keen mind for management and financial oversight. If Lyria was to establish a new foothold on the next island, she needed someone capable of organizing resources and people. Aelira was indispensable. With her new company assembled, they boarded the ship. A few days later, the massive vessel set sail, carrying thousands of passengers toward Greenmoon Island. As the coastline of Silver Flower Island faded into the horizon, Lyria felt a strange mix of emotions - relief, sorrow, anticipation. Beyond these waters lay the unknown. Beyond these waters lay her future. And she was ready to meet it. Chapter 66 Unseen Threats Upon receiving the letter from King Rodric of Bloodstone, the two legendary knights of the Elowen Kingdom immediately set aside their differences and rode toward Bloodstone City without hesitation. They knew that if the demons succeeded in destroying the Bloodstone Kingdom, Elowen would be next. They all lived on the same island¡ªwhat affected one kingdom would inevitably affect them all. The demons would not stop at a single conquest; they would ravage everything in their path, caring nothing for borders or treaties. As legendary knights, they understood the horrors of demonic outbreaks far better than ordinary people. A demon left unchecked would only grow stronger with every life it took. The more blood it spilled, the faster its power would rise. If allowed to continue, it could surpass the legendary rank, reaching Mythic¡ªor worse, even Ultra or Super was not out of the question. If that happened, the island itself would be doomed. They had no choice. The demon had to be found and stopped before it could claim more lives. ... King Rodric of Bloodstone gazed at the two legendary knights standing before him. To his left stood Edward Elowen, the current king of the Elowen Kingdom. On his right was Georgia Elowen, Edward¡¯s great-great-great-granddaughter and second-in-command, often referred to as the Deputy King. These two were the pillars of Elowen¡ªtheir kingdom¡¯s strongest warriors. In most realms, no one would dare claim such a title as Deputy King, nor would any ruler allow it. Kings were fiercely protective of their power, unwilling to tolerate even the slightest challenge to their authority. But the Elowen Kingdom was different. Elowen was not ruled by nobles or a court of powerful families. It was governed entirely by a single bloodline. At its head stood two legendary knights, bound not by politics, but by trust. Edward considered Georgia his own daughter and had no jealousy or resentment over her title. To him, her strength only ensured the kingdom¡¯s survival. When it came to ruling, they made decisions together. Their relationship was not one of superior and subordinate, but more like father and daughter. In terms of raw combat strength, Edward was slightly ahead of Rodric on the path of legendary knight training, while Georgia trailed just behind him. However, in battle, sheer power was rarely the deciding factor. Equipment was just as crucial. A single legendary weapon could turn the tide of a fight, just as lacking the right gear could spell doom. For example, if one knight wielded a legendary blade while their opponent carried only a golden-grade sword, the outcome was almost predetermined. A golden weapon would shatter against a legendary one, rendering it useless. In such a duel, fighting with a golden sword was no different from fighting unarmed. The same applied to armor, shields, magical artifacts, and even boots. Rodric, Georgia, and Edward all possessed legendary equipment¡ªbut no one knew the full extent of each other''s arsenals. Among legendary warriors, secrecy was everything. The higher one¡¯s rank, the more critical it became to hide their skills, techniques, and especially their weapons. That was why knights of legendary rank and above rarely fought in public. And if they did¡­ they made sure no witnesses remained. Once a knight¡¯s fighting techniques, equipment, and skills became known, they could be easily analyzed and countered by their enemies. That was why, the moment a legendary knight¡¯s combat style was exposed, they would quickly make adjustments¡ªaltering their techniques to prevent opponents from predicting their moves. For this reason, legendary knights rarely fought at full strength or revealed their trump cards. Once a hidden technique was exposed, replacing it or refining it became significantly more difficult. A revealed trump card was no longer a trump card¡ªit was a weakness waiting to be exploited. ... ¡°Long time no see,¡± Georgia said, her voice carrying a hint of familiarity. She had known Rodric for centuries¡ªtheir history ran deep. Rodric smiled warmly but kept his tone steady. ¡°Yeah, I missed you. But let¡¯s set aside the pleasantries for now.¡± He wasn¡¯t in the mood to dwell on old memories. Once, they had been in a relationship, but it hadn¡¯t ended well. They had separated. Georgia was the mythic talent of the Elowen family, just as Rodric was for the Bloodstone family. At first glance, it seemed like they were a perfect match. But in reality, their shared talent only made things more complicated. They weren¡¯t just individuals¡ªthey were the hopes of their respective families. This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Had their families been on good terms, they might have married, uniting the two bloodlines. However, the Elowens and the Bloodstones had long been rivals. Faced with a choice between love and duty, neither hesitated. They chose their families. And so, they parted ways. Rodric pushed the past aside and got straight to the point. ¡°Here¡¯s what we know about the demonic outbreak.¡± He handed them two thick books¡ªdetailed reports filled with every sighting and incident involving the demon over the past few days. Georgia and Edward, both legendary knights, began reading at an astonishing speed. Within five minutes, they had absorbed nearly all the information in the dense volumes. Their expressions grew increasingly grim. The situation was worse than they had feared. Not only had the demon already broken through the legendary rank, but its whereabouts were completely unknown. This meant they couldn¡¯t suppress it even if they wanted to. They had to find it first¡ªbut despite Rodric¡¯s relentless search over the past several days, there had been no trace of the creature. That alone was troubling. The demon was clearly employing some form of technique to conceal itself, as that was the only plausible explanation. Its ability to remain hidden, despite the extensive search efforts, suggested the use of advanced magic or a specific demonic ability designed for stealth. None of the three legendary knights even considered the possibility that the demon had left the island. Demons don''t flee. They destroy. It is their nature, their very essence. A demon would never leave without leaving devastation in its wake. Whether it¡¯s burning villages to the ground, decimating armies, or corrupting the land itself, demons are creatures of destruction, not retreat. Their hunger for chaos, for spreading the Abyss, is insatiable. To think that a demon might simply leave without wreaking havoc is impossible. Having finished the reports, Georgia and Edward turned to Rodric, their eyes filled with concern. Edward, unable to contain his frustration, was the first to speak. ¡°Damn it, Rodric! How did it get this far? A legendary-rank demon¡ªnot only growing stronger but also missing? This is far worse than I thought. What if it breaks through to Mythic rank?¡± Rodric¡¯s face darkened, but he remained composed. ¡°It¡¯s not my fault. It happened too quickly. The cause of this outbreak is clearly something far more powerful, possibly beyond Ultra rank. It could even be a Super-rank demonic item.¡± Georgia shook her head, her expression grim. ¡°If a Super-rank demon is involved, the Flicker Empire might completely seal off Silver Flower Island¡ªor worse, sink it just to erase all traces. I really hope you¡¯re wrong, Rodric, because if that¡¯s the case, we¡¯re as good as dead¡ªeither by the demon or by the Flicker Empire.¡± Edward exhaled sharply, his worry evident. ¡°I can¡¯t believe it¡¯s a Super-rank item¡­ but an Ultra-rank? That might be possible.¡± The Flicker Empire was extremely cautious when dealing with demonic outbreaks. If the situation was severe enough, they wouldn¡¯t bother fighting¡ªthey would simply seal the entire infected area indefinitely, ensuring that nothing from the Abyss could spill into the world. But such a method was only used in the most extreme cases. It was like treating an infection by cutting off a limb rather than using medicine. If they sealed too many areas, it could harm the world¡¯s very foundation. The known power ranks were as follows: Average ¡ú Silver ¡ú Golden ¡ú Legendary ¡ú Mythic ¡ú Ultra ¡ú Super ¡ú Extreme ¡ú Absolute ¡ú Supreme. The Supreme rank had never been seen, and many doubted its existence. Absolute-rank beings were rumored to exist, but no one had confirmed it. Some believed that the rulers of the Abyss¡ªDemon Kings and Princes¡ªwere Absolute-rank, but even if they were, they couldn¡¯t make significant moves in this world. The conflicting laws between realms suppressed them heavily. The Flicker Empire only considered sealing off space when dealing with demonic items of Super rank and above. Anything Ultra rank or below, they would attempt to contain and purge without resorting to such drastic measures. Extreme-rank demonic items had appeared in the world before, but outbreaks of that level were extremely rare. It would be an unimaginable disaster if Silver Flower Island was the site of one. Super-rank outbreaks were more common than Extreme-rank ones, but even they were rare. Ultra-rank demonic incidents, however, occurred much more frequently. The two major outbreaks in Silver Flower Island¡¯s history¡ªone that was successfully stopped and the other that triggered an Ice Age¡ªhad both been Mythic-rank. And now, they faced a demon that had already reached Legendary and was still growing. The weight of the situation pressed heavily upon them. Rodric spoke, his tone serious. ¡°With the speed at which this outbreak is progressing, it must be at least Ultra rank. My guess is there''s a high chance it¡¯s Super rank. There¡¯s no way it¡¯s Mythic rank. I still remember the last Ice Age Demonic outbreak. That one didn¡¯t escalate this quickly. We need to find a way to locate and suppress it, long enough to buy time for the Flicker Empire¡¯s Super Knights to arrive.¡± To eliminate a demonic outbreak completely, one had to find its source. The source was often an object¡ªanything from a book, a sword, animal remains, clothes, or even food. There were no hard and fast rules about what could serve as a demon¡¯s medium. Until the source was destroyed, the outbreak would continue, no matter how many demons were killed. Take the current situation, for example. Even if the demon was killed, it would only be a temporary solution. The item responsible for this outbreak would still be out there, capable of triggering another one. Rodric¡¯s voice dropped lower, his frustration palpable. ¡°It¡¯s beyond our ability to find and destroy the demonic item that caused this outbreak. But it would be much easier to track down the demon itself. It¡¯s still at the Legendary rank. We outnumber it and can defeat it. It¡¯s just a shame we don¡¯t have any legendary mages who could trace it.¡± He shook his head, frustration clear in his features. Edward nodded in agreement. ¡°We should use every resource at our disposal to find it quickly. You can count on us.¡± Rodric gave a curt nod, his resolve firming. In times like these, survival depended on unity. No matter how deep the grudges or how long the hatred, when facing demons, humans had to stand together. It had long been common sense and a part of human culture to put aside all enmity in the face of other species¡ªbe it orcs, demons, or any other threat to their world. Chapter 67 Wrath of the Deep Martin looked down in confusion. "When the hell does this damn ocean end?" he muttered. Ever since he had grown wings, he had been searching for the Bank of Bloodstone and Bloodstone City. Days had passed, yet he hadn¡¯t found a single trace of them¡ªonly water, endless water stretching as far as the eye could see. "Did I get the directions wrong?" he thought, frustration building inside him. His anger boiled over, and with a snarl, he opened his mouth and unleashed a massive fireball toward the sea. The fireball, the size of a mountain, crashed into the water with a deafening explosion. Massive waves erupted, surging outward in every direction. "Where the hell am I?" Martin grumbled. He had been flying in the same direction for days, yet Bloodstone City was nowhere to be found. He was powerful¡ªpowerful enough to destroy cities with a few fireballs, to carve through mountains and forests with a swing of his claws. But when it came to directions¡­ he was completely hopeless. "Damn it! Where am I?! Where''s that damn Bloodstone Bank?!" Enraged, he unleashed fireball after fireball, his fury burning hotter with every blast. The sea churned beneath the onslaught, boiling from the sheer intensity of his attacks. Countless fish, both great and small, perished instantly. The sky above twisted into chaos, tornadoes forming from the sheer disturbance of the atmosphere. "WHERE IS IT?!" the demon roared. Once, long ago, he had been human¡ªMartin. Now, he was a being of destruction. And right now, he was lost. His keen demonic vision, capable of seeing hundreds of miles on a clear day, found nothing but endless ocean. No land. No Bloodstone City. RUMBLE! Just as the sea boiled beneath his wrath, a deep, earth-shaking roar erupted from below. The waters convulsed, the air quivered¡ªit was as if the very ocean had turned upside down. Then¡ªmassive tentacles burst from the depths. The head of an unimaginably colossal creature emerged, towering over the waves. Its sheer size was beyond comprehension, its form resembling an ancient, legendary beast¡ªa kraken. But not just any kraken. Even the weakest krakens were considered Legendary-rank creatures. But this one¡­ This one was far beyond that. This one was Ultra-rank. The monstrous kraken gazed at the tiny insect causing havoc in its domain. A single, enormous tentacle stretched out, moving with terrifying speed, aiming to swat the nuisance from the sky. Martin noticed. He was strong, overwhelmingly so. But even he knew when to back down. Yet, before he could even twitch his wings¡ªbefore he could react¡ªthe kraken¡¯s colossal limb was already upon him. He hadn¡¯t had the chance to dodge. The tentacle struck Martin. In an instant, he was reduced to nothing but a smear of blood and crushed flesh. He felt nothing. No pain. No fear. Just instant death. The demise of a Legendary-ranked demon¡ªone who was connected to a powerful Demon King, the Demon of Weirdness¡ªunleashed an overwhelming surge of chaotic energy. The sheer force of it erupted into a massive explosion, forming a towering mushroom cloud. Even a Mythic-ranked being, if caught off guard, would have suffered injuries from the blast. But in front of the Ultra-ranked Krakens¡¯s might? It was nothing. Not even as threatening as a mosquito bite. Demons were strong¡ªterrifying, even. But their influence in this world was limited. Monsters, on the other hand, especially those of the ocean, had unrestrained power. This was why the seas were feared. Ultra-ranked creatures rarely surfaced. They slumbered in the depths, far from human civilization. But when provoked, they would strike. Even Mythic-ranked ships¡ªconstructed with the strongest defenses for long voyages¡ªweren''t built to withstand an attack from the horrors lurking below. After all, deep beneath the waves, there existed not only Super-ranked monsters but even Extreme-ranked abominations. No ship could possibly stand against them. Not unless the Flicker Empire devoted its full military strength to the task. If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Thus, concealment was the key to survival. The safest way to traverse the seas wasn¡¯t through force but through silence. Mythic ships were designed not for battle, but for stealth, slipping through the waters unnoticed, avoiding the attention of ancient predators. At first glance, one might think flying would be the safest method¡ªsoaring high above the waves, untouched by the ocean¡¯s dangers. They would be wrong. The sky had its own perils. Sea dragons. Lightning storms. Giant sky eagles. Flying ships did exist, but centuries of voyages had proven that the safest passage across the sea was to move quietly across its surface. The ocean¡¯s surface was like a thin border¡ªa line between two domains. Many sea creatures hesitated to attack above it, while skyborne beasts rarely descended into the depths. After erasing the foolish insect that had disturbed its slumber, the kraken let out a low, guttural rumble. Then, slowly, it descended back into the abyss. The water grew still once more. The beast vanished, swallowed by the depths. As if it had never been there at all. ... The Flicker Empire was vast beyond imagination. It stood as one of the most powerful human nations in the world, a protector of humanity itself. Because humans were not the only intelligent race in existence. Orcs, elves, beastmen, and even goblins had their own mighty empires, each ruling over vast territories. Yet, even when compared to the greatest kingdoms of other species, the Flicker Empire remained one of the strongest. In the grand balance of power, sovereign empires were divided into three levels. This was not an official classification, but a truth universally recognized across the world.
  • Top-Level Empires: These were the true rulers of the world, each boasting at least one Extreme-ranked powerhouse. The Flicker Empire was one of them, alongside the Great Orc Empire, the Elven Federal Republic, and a few others. These empires were the main chess players, the ones who dictated the fate of nations.
  • Second-Grade Empires: These nations possessed at least one Super-ranked powerhouse. While they were not among the true rulers, they were still forces to be reckoned with, holding enough strength to deter all but the mightiest adversaries.
  • Third-Grade Empires: These had at least one Ultra-ranked powerhouse. While they still carried the title of empire, their influence was far more limited, their reach confined to local territories.
Any force without an Ultra-ranked powerhouse, regardless of what they called themselves, was not truly sovereign. Their survival depended entirely on luck¡ªwhether they could avoid the gaze of stronger empires or not. Nations that only had Mythic-ranked and lower powerhouses were considered kingdoms, subordinate to sovereign empires. For instance, the Elowen Kingdom and Bloodstone Kingdom were both vassal states of the Flicker Empire. Kingdoms under an empire were not independent. They were bound by the empire¡¯s laws and had to obey its will. In this world, demons had no place. Every intelligent race¡ªhumans, elves, orcs, goblins, and beastmen¡ªstood united in their hatred against demonic forces. While some orc tribes worshiped demons, they were considered anomalies, outcasts among their own kind. The reason for this universal enmity was simple: The world could never hope to resist the horrors of the Abyss. Any connection with demons would weaken the barrier between realms, making it easier for demonic entities to cross over. If that happened, destruction would be inevitable. The power gap between this world and the Endless Abyss was beyond comprehension. While there were no Supreme-ranked beings in the Abyss, it didn¡¯t matter¡ªbecause lurking within its infinite depths were countless Absolute-ranked Demon Kings. The Abyss was a nightmare given form, consisting of innumerable floors, each ruled by a Demon King. And each and every one of these Demon Kings was at the Absolute-ranked¡ªand terrifyingly powerful at that. Below them were Extreme-ranked Demon Princes, Super-ranked Demon Dukes, Ultra-ranked Demon Earls, and countless lower-ranking demons. Simply put, if not for the immense natural suppression restricting demons in this world, and the extreme difficulty of crossing between realms, this world would have been conquered and annihilated long ago. Even with the barrier and all the difficulty, demon outbreaks are not uncommon. There have been many occasions where demons infiltrate, laying eggs and hatching countless minions. The ultimate goal of a demon is to expand the abyss by corrupting the entire world, which is why everyone is united against them. Because of this ever-present threat, all empires¡ªhuman, goblin, elven, or otherwise¡ªhunted demonic cults without mercy. No matter where they arose, they would be crushed before they could take root. Fortunately for the inhabitants of this world, demons could not advance in power easily outside the Abyss. No demon had ever reached Extreme rank in this world. Without an Extreme-ranked powerhouse to establish a foothold, demons could never form a true base or construct large-scale demonic formations to ease their passage into this realm. To ensure this never changed, the sovereign empires had long-standing treaties to eradicate any trace of demonic corruption before it could spread. Thus, when reports of a demonic outbreak on Silver Flower Island reached the Flicker Empire, they did not hesitate. Without delay, they dispatched two Super-ranked knights¡ªready to burn every last remnant of the corruption to ash. ... The two Super-ranked knights sent by the Flicker Empire arrived at Silver Flower Island and carefully examined the aftermath of the demonic outbreak. But despite their efforts, they failed to locate the demonic source. They did, however, find traces of a Legendary-ranked demonized human. It was a concerning discovery, but without solid proof of an ongoing threat, there was little they could do. The standard protocol for sealing off an area was clear¡ªif a Super-ranked demonic item was found, the land may be completely quarantined. But since they found nothing of that level, they chose not to seal the island. Instead, they took a more measured approach. Before leaving, the knights booked an Ultra-ranked mage to visit the island and reinforce the existing demon suppression formations. With that arrangement in place, their duty was done. As the Super knights departed, three figures finally allowed themselves to breathe: King Bloodstone, Georgia, and King.Edward. They all felt a wave of relief wash over them. Things could have gone far worse. Had the knights found even a single Super-ranked demonic artifact, the entire island might have been sealed off¡ªperhaps forever. Yet, despite their relief, one question lingered in their minds: Where did the item go? Was it truly gone? Or was the danger simply waiting to resurface? Unfortunately, as Legendary-ranked knights, they lacked the strength and knowledge to investigate further. Even two Super-ranked knights had failed to uncover the truth¡ªwhat hope did they have? Understanding their limits, they set the matter aside. Georgia and Edward returned to Elowen Kingdom, resuming their duties. Meanwhile, King Bloodstone turned his focus to the devastation left behind. Though he usually avoided direct involvement in such affairs, this time, he made an exception. For now, his priority was rebuilding what had been lost. Chapter 68 Moral Dilemma [Edric Windwalker] Age: 16 years, 8 months, and 27 days [Tasks] [Task Number One: Ancestor of a State]
  • Progress: 31,947 / 100,000 - 48 / 1,000
  • Objective: Conceive 100,000 children within 1,000 days.
  • Rewards:
    • 1 Mythic Chest
    • 2 Legendary Chests
    • 1,000,000 XP
    • A Mythic-rank weapon
  • Failure Penalty: Lose 2,000,000 XP

[Task Number Two: Available in 1 day]
[Techniques]
  • Legendary Knight Training: 390 / 1,500,000
  • Legendary Mage Training: 149 / 1,500,000
[Talents]
  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
[Skills]
  • Self-Consumption (Cyan)
  • Energy Absorption (Red)
  • Magnetic Pull (Golden)
  • Beast¡¯s Senses (Golden)
  • Poison Resistance (Golden)
  • Crystal Skin (Silver)
  • Bloodline Sensing (Silver)
  • Telekinesis (Silver)
  • Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver)
  • Extreme Yang (Silver)
  • See-Through (Silver)
  • Flesh Control (White)
[Cheat Ability]
  • Low Level ¨C Generates 1,000 XP per day
  • Available XP: 472,914

"Are they here?" Edric asked the woman standing beside him. Her name was Ava. She had the youthful appearance of someone in her twenties, but in reality, she was over 120 years old. For an ordinary person, that would be ancient¡ªpractically fossilized. But for a Silver Knight, she was still quite young. Edric was a busy man. He couldn''t handle everything on his own, so he had gone to the Elowen Kingdom''s Knight Association and hired her. Her job was simple¡ªfollow his orders and handle tasks he didn¡¯t have time for. "Yeah, they arrived a few minutes ago. They''re waiting in the guest room," Ava replied casually. "Great!" Edric grinned. The first batch of babies had been born about fifteen days ago. Fortunately, they were all ordinary humans¡ªno strange mutations, no demonic anomalies. When Edric had first confirmed that, he felt a wave of relief. The Demonic Happy Farm spell hadn¡¯t caused any unintended side effects. The first batch consisted of around 9,000 babies, with each of his clones giving birth to ten. But now, a new problem had emerged. What was he supposed to do with this many babies? From the system''s perspective, as long as the babies were born, they were considered fully and completely conceived. Their deaths wouldn''t cause the progress to regress. For a moment, Edric seriously considered just throwing them all into a fire and being done with it. After all, his main goal was to complete the task as quickly as possible with minimal distractions. But as he thought it over, a chill ran down his spine. Why did I even consider that? These newborns weren¡¯t just numbers on a progress bar. They were real, living human beings¡ªhis flesh and blood. He could feel the undeniable connection through his Bloodline Sensing skill. And yet, for some reason, he had contemplated burning his own children alive without hesitation. Something was deeply, terribly wrong with him. He wasn¡¯t like this back on Earth. He had once been normal¡ªhuman. But now? He felt nothing. No guilt, no hesitation. If anything, he had come to enjoy bloodshed. The realization sent a shiver through him. But, as always, he lacked the means to figure out what was wrong. He couldn¡¯t see into his own mind. His only choice was to postpone the matter until his magic rank improved. Shoving those thoughts aside, he discarded the idea of outright slaughtering his newborns and instead focused on a more practical solution¡ªfinding someone to take them in. That was why he hired Ava. Her job was simple: Locate individuals or organizations that could take care of the children. It was a dangerous task. No one would simply accept thousands of newborns appearing out of nowhere without asking questions. But fortunately, Edric was a Golden-rank Mage. He didn¡¯t need to answer questions¡ªhe could simply mind-control people into doing what he wanted. Ava herself was also under his control. Controlling a Silver Knight was difficult. After all, Edric couldn''t yet cast Golden-rank spells. However, Silver-rank spells cast by a Golden-rank Mage were still barely effective against Silver Knights. And if one spell wasn¡¯t enough? He could simply cast two times, three times, ten times¡ªuntil it worked. Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! Still, he never let Ava wander too far from him for too long. As a Silver Knight, the effects of a Silver-level Mind Control spell would eventually wear off. But the two people waiting for him now? They were ordinary humans. For them, a single Silver-level Mind Control spell was permanent. There was a reason mages were valued far more than knights. Their versatility allowed them to adapt to nearly any situation. "Let¡¯s go," Edric said, flashing a small smile. A few babies had already died over the past few days due to lack of proper care. He had no time to waste. He needed to find a place for them¡ªquickly. ... Camila and Luna managed one of the largest child welfare systems in the Southern Elowen Kingdom, overseeing orphanages and foster placements across multiple cities and caring for over 200,000 children. Taking care of that many children required massive resources, but they managed. After all, they had a powerful backer¡ªnone other than the government of Elowen Kingdom itself. Today, they had come here because of Ava. Ava had once been their personal bodyguard for over twenty years. When she told them there was a man who needed their help, they normally wouldn¡¯t have paid much attention. But this was Ava. A Silver Knight. They trusted her completely and didn¡¯t want to refuse her request. As they waited, a young man with red hair and vibrant green eyes walked into the room. "Ladies, happy to meet you!" Edric greeted them with a charming smile. The moment Camila and Luna saw him, they froze. It felt like they had known him for a lifetime. Their hearts raced, their cheeks flushed, and they tripped over themselves trying to greet him. "Hello! Nice to meet you!" Camila said eagerly. "Good to meet you!" Luna added, her voice trembling with excitement. Edric wasted no time. "Listen, I have about 12,000 newborn children with me. How many can you accommodate?" he asked, completely straightforward. Neither Camila nor Luna reacted with shock. The fact that an unknown man had 12,000 newborn children should have been beyond suspicious. But they didn¡¯t care. Camila was too distracted admiring Edric¡¯s appearance, and before she could respond, Luna cut in. "Of course! For you, we¡¯re willing to do anything!" Luna blurted out enthusiastically. "We¡¯ll hire more staff and make sure they receive the best care possible!" "Yes! We can do it!" Camila quickly agreed, stepping closer to Edric, her eyes filled with infatuation. Edric took a step back, effortlessly dodging her approach. "Take care of them. If too many of them die, I¡¯ll be very upset with you," he warned. At his words, the color drained from their faces. The mere thought of Edric being upset seemed worse than death to them. "I would never let you be upset!" Luna swore, already thinking of ways to contact the Eastern orphanages to ensure the children were safely accommodated. "I would rather die than disappoint you, my love!" Camila declared passionately, attempting to move closer to embrace him. Edric dodged again. "Do your task well, and I¡¯ll be very happy with you," he said with a teasing smile. At his words, their hearts pounded wildly. All sorts of fantasies flashed through their minds. Of course, Edric had no intention of doing anything sexual with them. The only reason they were acting this way was because of the longest-lasting brainwashing spell he had¡ªa spell related to love. It was the most effective method he had for controlling people long-term. "Now, go and arrange everything. I want the newborns gone within three days." His tone grew serious. Taking care of so many newborns over the past few days had been an absolute nightmare. Too many had already died due to lack of proper care, and he wasn¡¯t going to let it continue. Camila and Luna were clearly reluctant to leave, but after gritting their teeth, they hurried off to complete the task as quickly as possible. As the doors closed behind them, Edric stretched and let out a satisfied sigh. "Well, that was easy!" he chuckled. "At this rate, I¡¯ll have a hundred thousand blood descendants scattered all over Elowen Kingdom," Edric mused. "I don¡¯t know whether I should be happy about that¡­ or deeply disturbed." Even though he didn''t feel guilt, his lingering modern sensibilities left him feeling uncomfortable. In reality, he didn¡¯t have much of a choice in the matter. He had no option but to complete the tasks, as the punishment for failing was severe. He wanted to grow stronger as quickly as possible, and the only way to achieve that was to complete the tasks, which was exactly what he did. Either he let the newborns die of hunger, or he found a place for them to live. He chose the second option. It was risky¡ªsomeone might start questioning where all these children were coming from¡ªbut Edric simply couldn¡¯t bring himself to pick the crueler alternative. "Being a good person is always so damn difficult," he sighed, feeling like such a righteous man. Of course, the dozens of newborns who had already starved to death over the past few days might disagree with that assessment¡­ but at least he wasn¡¯t fully evil. "If a truly evil person had this task, they would simply let the clones give birth, then kill the children immediately. It¡¯s much more efficient¡ªstealthy, leaves behind no evidence, and avoids unnecessary complications." Unfortunately for Edric, he was burdened by his moral values. "I am a modern man! A man who knows good from evil!" He smiled proudly at himself. "Ava!" he called out. "What?" Ava answered casually, walking into the room. Unlike Camila and Luna, she didn¡¯t see Edric as a romantic figure. The reason was simple¡ªthe spell used on her was different. Camila and Luna were under a love-based brainwashing spell, while Ava was under a spell of ¡®Friendship¡¯. "Come here and drink this," Edric said, pulling out a small glass bottle filled with a shimmering blue liquid. Ava frowned. "What is it?" She didn¡¯t wait for an answer¡ªjust grabbed the bottle and drank it in one go. The moment the liquid slid down her throat, Edric activated the spell. "Friendship!" Golden mana flared around him for a brief moment. Ava didn''t even notice. Edric nodded in satisfaction. With the potion''s effects, the brainwashing spell would now last around two weeks instead of one. "Now, Ava, go find more foster care organizations and bring them here. Regardless of the results, return in one week." "Sure, got it." She placed the empty bottle aside and walked out without another word. Edric watched her leave, rubbing his aching temples. "Tomorrow¡­ is another hellish day." A huge number of clones were due to give birth. Again. That meant another grueling round of implanting fertilized eggs, casting the Happy Farm spell¡ªwhich was already exhausting as hell¡ªmonitoring the clones, and even helping them give birth. He had to do it all himself. He hated it. If only he had trusted subordinates, people capable of taking over some of these burdens. But without them, he had no choice but to clone himself using other cloning spells again and again to keep up. Even with multiple copies of himself, the work was still overwhelming¡ªeven for a Golden Mage like him. "I can¡¯t wait for this to be over," he groaned. The only exciting thing about tomorrow was that Task Number Two would finally unlock. "I wonder what the next reward will be?" Despite his exhaustion, Edric smiled in anticipation. "Only one more day left." Chapter 69 Unearthing the Book of Weirdness Ding! [New Task Available] Part 1: Book of Weirdness Description: Within six months, locate and retrieve the Book of Weirdness, hidden somewhere beneath the ruins of Windwalker City. Hint: This book accelerates the growth of poisonous life forms, including trees, plants, and creatures. Reward:
  • Mythic Skill
  • Legendary Skill
  • 1,000,000 XP
Failure Penalty: None
Part 2: Gate to the Abyss Description: Within five years, read the Book of Weirdness, master the Abyssal Gate spell, and use it to open a portal to the Abyss. Reward:
  • Ultra Skill
  • 25,000,000 XP
Failure Penalty: None ... "What? Another demon-related task?" Edric''s eyes widened in surprise. "The Book of Weirdness... again?" His mind raced. "Wasn¡¯t it taken away by that homeless man I gave it to? Why is it back?" Despite his confusion, the rewards were simply too tempting to ignore. Even though there was no punishment for failing the quest, the potential gains were immense. "The first part is time-sensitive. I can¡¯t let anyone else find the book before me. I need to go there immediately and secure it." His resolve hardened. With the Self-Consumption skill in hand, legendary-ranked knights were no longer as terrifying as they once were. He felt confident. He was stronger now. But there was a problem. If he left right away, the newborns would have no one to care for them. He lacked trustworthy subordinates, and without proper care, they wouldn¡¯t survive. Reluctantly, he made his decision. "I¡¯ll stay for a few days, handle things here, and send them to Luna and Camila before I leave." It wasn¡¯t ideal, but it was the best course of action. The Book of Weirdness could wait¡ªjust for a little while longer. ... A few days later, Luna, Camila, and their subordinates arrived, taking the newborns under their care. Just to be cautious, Edric cast Mass Confusion on the subordinates, muddling their memories about where so many newborns had come from. With that settled, he waited until all the remaining pregnant clones had given birth. Once the last child was born, he handed them over to Luna and Camila¡¯s group as well. ... Fifteen days had passed in total. Edric temporarily halted progress on the Ancestor of a State task and set out to fulfill the Book of Weirdness task. The reasoning was simple¡ªhe still had over 900 days left for the Ancestor of a State mission, and it was already 30% complete. There was plenty of time. But the Book of Weirdness? That was different. If someone else found it first, he would lose his chance to complete it quickly. Delaying for fifteen days had already been a risk. Waiting months for Ancestor of a State to progress further wasn¡¯t an option. Right now, retrieving the Book of Weirdness was his top priority. ... Windwalker City was utterly annihilated. Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Not a trace of its former glory remained¡ªjust a wasteland of destruction. Hundreds of thousands had perished, their bodies left to rot under the open sky. Within a week, the stench of decay spread across the ruins, turning the city into a grotesque nightmare. It was a scene straight out of hell. In the days following the disaster, no one dared to approach. Fear lingered¡ªwhat if the demon returned? For two weeks, the city remained untouched. Finally, Darkwind City sent a few hundred troops to at least bury the dead. If left alone, the ruins could become a breeding ground for the undead¡ªa catastrophe that could spiral out of control. The Conditions for Undead to Appear The rise of undead required very specific conditions:
  1. Mass Death with Resentment ¨C Those who die with deep grievances or despair have a chance of rising again.
  2. Corpses Left Exposed ¨C If left unburied for too long, their transformation becomes inevitable. Burying them removes this risk.
  3. Abundant Natural Energy ¨C The stronger the ambient mana, the faster the undead manifest.
On Silver Flower Island, natural energy was thin, making undead exceptionally rare¡ªalmost unheard of. However, the destruction of Windwalker City created a perfect breeding ground. If ignored, it could lead to disaster. Low-level undead were not particularly strong, but they were extremely difficult to kill. A zombie could survive even if hacked into pieces. The only true way to destroy them was to reduce them to ashes. Worse, those who died at the hands of undead would rise as undead themselves. Left unchecked, a single zombie could wipe out entire cities. This was why, despite the risk, the neighboring territories could not allow Windwalker City to fester. ... After carefully burying the dead, Darkwind City turned its attention to the remnants of the Windwalker Family. The largest remaining Windwalker stronghold was Eagle¡¯s Perch. Darkwind envoys traveled there, expecting resistance. Instead, they were met with complete surrender. The mayor of Eagle¡¯s Perch handed them a letter¡ªan official surrender document, offering the entire Windwalker Family to the Darkwind Family without resistance. Just like that, the two rival houses became one. Under normal circumstances, the royal family wouldn¡¯t recognize such an annexation. However, since the Windwalker Family had willingly submitted, there was a high chance the king would approve it. For years, the Darkwinds had sought to unify with the Windwalkers, but all efforts had failed. Now, thanks to a monster¡¯s rampage, they had achieved their goal. The centuries-old resentment Darkwind citizens held toward the Windwalker Family¡ªfueled by years of propaganda¡ªfaded overnight. The tragedy had wiped the slate clean. With everything going smoothly, Darkwind agents traveled across the land, ensuring that every Windwalker noble swore loyalty to Marquis Rhaegor, who remained hidden in an unknown location. Thus, after years of division, the two great families were finally reunited. To gain popular support, the Darkwind Family immediately invested massive resources into rebuilding Windwalker City. The location was ideal¡ªaccess to fresh water, fertile farmland, and strategic trade routes. Letting it remain in ruins would be a waste. However, reconstructing an entire city was no simple task. It would take years¡ªnot weeks or months¡ªto restore even a fraction of what was lost. But the first step had been taken. And so, the ruins of Windwalker City began their slow journey toward rebirth. ... Edric stood atop the ruins, gazing down at what was once Windwalker City. "Should I feel bad?" he wondered. After all, he had been the one who handed the Book of Weirdness to that homeless man. "Hundreds of thousands died because of me¡­ yet I don¡¯t feel anything." He waited for guilt to surface, but there was none. Instead, there was something else. "Excitement?" A twisted smile crept onto his face as he realized¡ªhe had changed. The man who once hesitated to kill a cockroach was long gone. "Whatever. Who cares?" With that thought, Edric descended into the ruins. He had no spells or abilities to help him locate the book directly, but that didn¡¯t matter. According to the system, the Book of Weirdness caused accelerated growth of poisonous lifeforms¡ªtrees, plants, animals. That was his clue. Edric walked through the ruins, scanning his surroundings for anything green¡ªa sprouting vine, an unusual plant, or even a poisonous creature like a snake or frog. He doubted that in just less than a month, entire poisonous trees would have grown. The system had said "accelerated growth," but it hadn¡¯t specified how fast. Still, a few weeks was more than enough time for small poisonous plants to take root. And if the book was truly here¡­ He would find it. ... For two days, Edric walked through the ruins, step by step, scanning his surroundings for any signs of poisonous growth. During that time, others had begun arriving¡ªcleaning the ruined city, clearing debris, and burying the dead. From their uniforms, Edric could tell they belonged to the Darkwind Family. His expression darkened. "Damn Kaelith! I will definitely kill him later!" The Darkwinds¡ªhis enemies. The ones responsible for forcing him to flee to Elowen Kingdom. Hatred burned within him, but he didn''t act on it. Not yet. Right now, his priority was the Book of Weirdness. Revenge could wait. Keeping himself hidden, he moved through the ruins, ignoring everything else, his focus locked on his goal. ... After four days of digging through poisonous plants and creatures, Edric finally found it! The Book of Weirdness lay buried beneath the rubble of a destroyed restaurant. The only reason he even discovered it was because a dense patch of poisonous flowers had grown around the area. "That was... easy?" Edric frowned, feeling a strange sense of disbelief. The reward was a mythic skill, something incredibly rare and powerful. He had expected the task to be far more difficult. "Demon and Abyss-related tasks really do pay well... and they¡¯re much easier than I thought." His mind buzzed with anticipation. If these kinds of tasks kept appearing, he would gladly take them. With a deep grin, he opened his system interface, his heart pounding with excitement as he read the details of his new mythic skill. Chapter 70 Ascending to Legend [Skill: Spawn (Cyan)] Description: Upon activation, the user generates eggs that will hatch after 50 days. Those who emerge are considered the user¡¯s children. Upon hatching, they are physically equivalent to 16-year-old adults and possess basic knowledge of the world and their creator¡¯s will.
  • Hatching Time: 50 days
  • Maximum Simultaneous Eggs: 5,000
  • Power at Birth: Average rank, with the potential to reach Mythic rank as a mage and/or knight in adulthood.
  • Egg Durability: Mythic

[Skill: Bloodline Authority (Red)] Description: This skill allows the user to take control of any descendant below the Legendary rank, overriding their consciousness.
  • Effect: Direct mind control over non-Legendary or higher ranked descendants.

[Edric Windwalker]
  • Age: 16 years, 9 months, 18 days
[Tasks] [Task 1: Ancestor of a State]
  • Progress: 32,487 / 100,000 (Children) | 69 / 1,000 (Days)
  • Objective: Conceive 100,000 children within 1,000 days.
  • Rewards:
    • 1 Mythic Chest
    • 2 Legendary Chests
    • 1,000,000 XP
    • A Mythic-rank weapon
  • Failure Penalty: Lose 2,000,000 XP

[Part 1: Book of Weirdness] (Completed)
  • Objective: Locate and retrieve the Book of Weirdness hidden beneath the ruins of Windwalker City within six months.
  • Hint: The book accelerates the growth of poisonous life forms, including plants, beasts, and other creatures.
  • Rewards:
    • Mythic Skill
    • Legendary Skill
    • 1,000,000 XP

[Part 2: Gate to the Abyss]
  • Objective: Within five years, read the Book of Weirdness, master the Abyssal Gate spell, and use it to open a portal to the Abyss.
  • Rewards:
    • Ultra Skill
    • 25,000,000 XP
    • Time Left: 1 / 1,825 days
  • Failure Penalty: None

[Techniques]
  • Legendary Knight Training: 392 / 1,500,000
  • Legendary Mage Training: 151 / 1,500,000
[Talents]
  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)
[Skills]
  • Spawn (Cyan)
  • Self-Consumption (Cyan)
  • Bloodline Authority (Red)
  • Energy Absorption (Red)
  • Magnetic Pull (Golden)
  • Beast¡¯s Senses (Golden)
  • Poison Resistance (Golden)
  • Crystal Skin (Silver)
  • Bloodline Sensing (Silver)
  • Telekinesis (Silver)
  • Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver)
  • Extreme Yang (Silver)
  • See-Through (Silver)
  • Flesh Control (White)
[Cheat Ability]
  • Low-Level XP Generator ¨C Produces 1,000 XP per day.
  • Available XP: 1,493,914
... "Amazing! These two skills are tailor-made for me! With this, I can accelerate the completion of [Ancestor of a State] even further!" Edric thought, excitement surging through him. That said, he wasn¡¯t exactly comfortable with the idea of spawning eggs¡­ "Just a few more days and I¡¯ll reach Legendary rank! Just a few more!" His gaze shifted to the next task¡ª[Gate to the Abyss]. The rewards were jaw-dropping: 25 million XP and an Ultra Skill! It was simply too tempting to resist. The danger of opening a portal to the Abyss? That thought never even crossed his mind. His focus was entirely on the reward. Without hesitation, he pulled out the Book of Weirdness, flipping through its pages in search of the [Abyssal Gate] spell. "What? The spells in this book have changed!" His eyes widened in shock. "Last time, the strongest spell here was only Legendary, but now¡­ there¡¯s even an Ultra-rank one?" He scanned through the pages, his disbelief growing. "The weakest spell in here is Golden rank¡­" He let out a bitter smile. With his pitiful mage talent, even casting a Golden-rank spell was impossible. Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. After a while, he finally found what he was looking for¡ª [Abyssal Gate (Red)] A spell that opens a gateway to the Abyss, allowing beings up to Legendary rank to pass through. This gate leads directly to the Abyssal Floor ruled by the Demon King of Weirdness. "A Legendary-rank spell¡­" Edric sighed. "I can¡¯t even cast a single Golden spell, let alone a Legendary one. My magic talent is awful, and I¡¯m not even a Legendary mage yet." This was a long-term task¡ªthere was no way he could complete it anytime soon. The Ultra Skill and 25 million XP would have to wait. "That¡¯s a shame, but there¡¯s no way around it. For now, I should focus on [Ancestor of a State]." This task had massive rewards, including three treasure chests. Just imagining them made Edric¡¯s anticipation grow. "I can¡¯t wait!" ... After returning to the Elowen Kingdom, Edric wasted no time. He once again summoned his clones and resumed implanting fertilized eggs, continuing his plan without pause. With Ava¡¯s assistance, he tracked down several key figures in the adoption, orphanage, and foster care business¡ªpeople with influence over the kingdom¡¯s child welfare system. Using a mix of persuasion and force, and most importantly, brainwashing them through magic spells, he ensured they took in the newborns and arranged places for them to live. The Elowen Kingdom wasn¡¯t particularly concerned with the well-being of its citizens, but it still maintained a basic social structure¡ªif only for its own benefit. Orphans under the care of organizations receiving royal funding were all tested for knight and mage talent, and those with Golden-rank or higher potential were taken by the kingdom, trained in specialized skills, and turned into elite soldiers. Through this method, the Elowen Kingdom continuously built a vast, loyal military force to further its ambitions. It wasn¡¯t just knights and mages¡ªthe kingdom scouted talented individuals in various fields, regularly drafting them for sensitive governmental positions. With a population of millions, the influx of newborns Edric introduced, if spread throughout the kingdom, wouldn''t attract much attention¡ªat least not immediately. But sooner or later, someone would notice. Not that Edric was worried. He already possessed a skill that could grant him Mythic-level power instantly. And more importantly¡ª His own rank was about to break through Legendary! ... Edric¡¯s eyes carefully scanned his progress, his heart pounding with anticipation. Taking a deep breath, he whispered to himself, ¡°Add 1,499,608 XP to my Golden Knight Training!¡± The system responded instantly. Ding! Success! ¡ªStatus Updated: Legendary Knight Training (1,500,000 / 1,500,000). The notification flashed before his eyes. But before he could fully process it¡ª His vision blurred. A wave of overwhelming power surged through his body. And then¡ª Darkness. The last thing he felt before losing consciousness was the sheer, unstoppable force reshaping him from within. ... After more than 24 hours, Edric¡¯s eyes fluttered open. "Hmm? What¡¯s going on?" He mumbled, his mind still groggy. Then, it hit him. "Right! System!" He immediately summoned the system interface. [Techniques]
  • Mythic Knight Training: 0 / 9,000,000
  • Legendary Mage Training: 151 / 1,500,000
A grin stretched across his face. "Finally! I¡¯ve reached the pinnacle of strength on this island!" Edric laughed, his voice echoing through the cavernous space. No longer did he need to fear King Bloodstone as much. Of course, he still lacked a Legendary-ranked weapon or any significant trump cards, meaning he wasn¡¯t confident in a direct confrontation. In a one-on-one battle, he would most likely lose¡ªbut now, at least, he had a chance to escape or activate his Self-Consumption skill. Before this, one of his biggest concerns was the sheer speed of Legendary Knights. If he faced one, he could be killed before he even had a chance to react¡ªbefore he could even activate his survival abilities. But now, things were different. "Once I complete [Ancestor of a State], I¡¯ll receive a Legendary weapon, and that will massively boost my strength!" He thought, excitement surging through him. However, another issue weighed on his mind. "Now that I¡¯ve reached Legendary Knight rank, my Knight Talent is no longer outstanding. If I advance to Mythic Knight, my battle prowess and comprehension will fall behind¡­ should I upgrade my talent before breaking through?" He shook his head. "The cost of increasing talent is too high¡ªit¡¯s not worth it." But when it came to his Mage Talent, things were different. "I have no choice but to upgrade my Mage Talent after this!" He decided firmly. Without at least Legendary Mage Talent, he simply wouldn¡¯t be able to cast [Abyssal Gate]. The [Gate to the Abyss] task promised an Ultra Skill and 25,000,000 XP¡ªan irresistible reward. Now that he had the power to defend himself against the apex figures of the island, there was no immediate need to increase his strength further. "Once I complete [Ancestor of a State], I¡¯ll focus on upgrading my Mage Talent to Legendary so I can cast [Abyssal Gate] as soon as possible." He resolved. Then, his gaze shifted. Thousands of massive, cyan-colored eggs were scattered across the vast space, glowing faintly in the dim light. A strange feeling welled up inside him. Using Bloodline Sensing, he could clearly feel his connection to the fetuses inside. "What a weird feeling¡­" he muttered. When these eggs hatched, they would immediately possess the strength of knights and basic knowledge of the world. That wasn¡¯t an issue. The real question was¡ª What should he do with them? Keeping them all here wasn¡¯t an option. "Maybe I should order them to spread out¡­ join trade groups, government offices, the knight association, and slowly work their way up the ranks?" That plan had potential¡ªbut there was one huge problem. Their identities. "I¡¯ll need to find a way to get them identity cards somehow..." With his Golden Mage rank, that shouldn¡¯t be too difficult. A plan was already beginning to form in his mind¡­ Chapter 71 The Hatchlings Edric had his reasons for not investing his XP into becoming a Legendary Mage. At first glance, advancing to the legendary mage rank might have seemed like the best way to quickly complete the [Gate to the Abyss] task. However, that was an overly optimistic perspective. With his average talent, merely reaching the legendary rank wouldn¡¯t guarantee that he could cast legendary spells. Even a legendary mage who somehow only has golden-tier talent would struggle to wield abyss-related magic like [Gate to the Abyss] without months¡ªor even years¡ªof dedicated training. Upgrading his mage rank now wouldn¡¯t bring much benefit. Sure, he would gain access to golden-tier spells, but most of the ones he had were abyss-related. More importantly, golden-level magic was useless against true legendary powerhouses. A mage¡¯s body was frail. Even as a Legendary Mage, if someone like King Bloodstone ambushed him, he might not even realize it until it was too late. On the other hand, choosing to advance as a Legendary Knight had its advantages. He lacked proper weapons and combat experience, so he would likely still lose in a direct fight. However, with a stronger body and heightened senses, he would at least have a chance to detect an ambush and react in time; he could activate [Self-Consumption (Cyan)], a skill that could turn the tide in a desperate situation. For now, survival was his priority. Only after ensuring that could he focus on improving his mage talent and rank. ... Planning for the far future wasn¡¯t something just anyone could do¡ªit required serious brainpower. Fortunately, as a Golden Mage, Edric had plenty of it. He had already devised a plan for handling the spawns that would hatch from the eggs. It was both complex and simple at the same time. First, he would create fake identities for each of them. With his current strength, this was an easy task¡ªa few brainwashing spells would be more than enough. Second, once their identities were established, they would be sent in different directions. Edric had already prepared an extensive list of destinations, casting a wide net that even extended to neighboring islands. The spawns that hatched would appear fully human, both male and female¡ªlike his biological children. They weren¡¯t his clones, nor were they demons. At least, that was what he had gathered from studying the Book of Weirdness. Now, all that was left was to wait. And the moment they hatched, he would spring into action to set everything in motion. ... Edric was completely focused on the [Ancestor of a State] task, doing almost nothing else. He wasn¡¯t reckless¡ªhe knew better than to take risks that could slow his progress or draw unwanted attention. Technically speaking, his presence in this mansion, secretly breeding tens of thousands of human babies every two weeks, was beyond suspicious. However, he had taken extreme precautions to ensure no one uncovered his operation. All of his servants were brainwashed, incapable of leaking any information. The other reason he had succeeded so far was due to the rural isolation of this area¡ªthere were no Golden Knights or Silver Mages nearby. Of course, as a Legendary Knight, he could eliminate any Golden Knight or Silver/Golden Mage who stumbled upon his secret. But that would leave traces¡ªsomething he couldn¡¯t afford to do unless necessary. Still, those were long-term concerns. In the short term, there was almost no real threat. The Elowen Kingdom, despite its vast influence, had few Golden Knights, and most of them were stationed near the capital or in major cities. The likelihood of one appearing here was slim to none. In fact, despite having more Golden Knights, the Elowen Kingdom¡¯s power was much more concentrated than that of the Bloodstone Kingdom. The reason was simple: Elowen was a centralized monarchy¡ªthere were no independent nobles outside the royal family, which meant that nearly all of its high-ranking powerhouses were gathered around the capital. Bloodstone, on the other hand, was decentralized. While Bloodstone City had the highest concentration of Golden Knights, the kingdom¡¯s Duke-level noble families¡ªmost of whom had at least one Golden Knight powerhouse¡ªremained spread across their own territories, protecting their lands instead of relocating near the capital. With no Golden Knights in this region, Edric wasn¡¯t worried about being discovered for at least a few years if he wasn''t too unlucky. ... Time passed, and soon, the long-awaited hatching day arrived. Edric opened his system interface, scanning through his progress.
[Edric Windwalker]
  • Age: 16 years, 11 months, 15 days

[Tasks]

[Task 1: Ancestor of a State]
  • Progress: 68,009 / 100,000 (Children) | 126 / 1,000 (Days)
  • Objective: Conceive 100,000 children within 1,000 days.
  • Rewards:
    • 1 Mythic Chest
    • 2 Legendary Chests
    • 1,000,000 XP
    • A Mythic-rank weapon
  • Failure Penalty: Lose 2,000,000 XP

[Part 1: Book of Weirdness] (Completed) Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.
  • Objective: Locate and retrieve the Book of Weirdness hidden beneath the ruins of Windwalker City within six months.
  • Hint: The book accelerates the growth of poisonous life forms, including plants, beasts, and other creatures.
  • Rewards:
    • Mythic Skill
    • Legendary Skill
    • 1,000,000 XP

[Part 2: Gate to the Abyss]
  • Objective: Within five years, read the Book of Weirdness, master the Abyssal Gate spell, and use it to open a portal to the Abyss.
  • Rewards:
    • Ultra Skill
    • 25,000,000 XP
  • Time Left: 58 / 1,825 days
  • Failure Penalty: None

[Techniques]

  • Mythic Knight Training: 2 / 9,000,000
  • Legendary Mage Training: 158 / 1,500,000

[Talents]

  • Knight Talent: Legendary (0 / 2,400,000)
  • Mage Talent: Average (0 / 100,000)

[Skills]

  • Spawn (Cyan) ¨C 5,000 eggs laid ¨C Hatch time: 0 days, 1 hour, 2 minutes
  • Self-Consumption (Cyan)
  • Bloodline Authority (Red)
  • Energy Absorption (Red)
  • Magnetic Pull (Golden)
  • Beast¡¯s Senses (Golden)
  • Poison Resistance (Golden)
  • Crystal Skin (Silver)
  • Bloodline Sensing (Silver)
  • Telekinesis (Silver)
  • Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver)
  • Extreme Yang (Silver)
  • See-Through (Silver)
  • Flesh Control (White)

[Cheat Ability]

  • Low-Level XP Generator ¨C Produces 1,000 XP per day.
  • Available XP: 50,914

"One hour left to go!" Edric turned his gaze to the rows of cyan-colored eggs lined up neatly before him. Though the hatching was mere moments away, the eggs remained completely still¡ªnot a single twitch, no signs of movement at all. Out of sheer curiosity, Edric had once attempted to break open one of the eggs to see what was inside. Unfortunately, he failed. The eggshells had mythical-level durability, and as a Legendary Knight with no proper weapons or equipment, he simply couldn¡¯t crack them. No matter what he tried¡ªswords, explosions, even boulders¡ªthe eggs remained completely unbreakable. "Maybe I can use these eggshells for armor?" Edric mused. With their level of hardness, if he could somehow forge weapons from them, they would at least be Legendary rank. Still, a troubling thought crossed his mind. "How are they even going to hatch? Are the shells softer from the inside?" It was a valid concern. If he, a Legendary Knight, couldn¡¯t break through these shells, how could mere newborns¡ªwho were only at Knight level¡ªpossibly crack them? However, after a brief moment of reflection, he felt relieved. The skill wouldn¡¯t have such an obvious flaw¡ªthat much he was sure of. One hour passed quickly ... And just as expected¡ª Crack! One after another, the eggs began to shatter, filling the place with the crisp sound of breaking shells. Emerging from the fragments, completely naked, were fully-formed, teenage humans¡ªeach appearing to be around sixteen years old. Edric remained unfazed by the nudity. He had long since grown used to it. After all, he frequently kept his [See-Through] skill active, meaning he was already accustomed to seeing people without their clothes. Then, one of the hatchlings¡ªa girl¡ªstepped forward, bowed deeply, and spoke. "Father." She had basic memories¡ªenough to know who she was, who Edric was, and a general understanding of the world. Edric wasn¡¯t surprised. According to the Book of Weirdness, hatchlings only inherited basic knowledge from the skill user. They wouldn¡¯t gain any secrets or private memories. Still, just to be sure, Edric tested her. "Tell me everything you know." A part of him worried that his knowledge of Earth might be considered basic knowledge and have been inherited by them. Without hesitation, she began speaking: "We are your descendants. Our purpose is to serve you and help you conquer this world¡ªfor the glory of the Abyss. This place is Elowen Kingdom, and¡ª" "What?!" Edric cut her off, his eyes widening in shock. "Help me conquer this world¡­ for the glory of the Abyss?" Clearly, the Spawn skill had unexpected side effects. "Yes, Father," she replied confidently. "We are all here to open this world¡¯s gate for the Demon King of Weirdness!" At those words, Edric¡¯s expression darkened. A heavy feeling settled in his chest. "I should have known... Using these Abyss-related spells and skills was never going to be that simple." With a deep sigh, he realized¡ªthis situation was going to be far more complicated than he had anticipated. Of course, Edric didn¡¯t serve any Demon King¡ªor anyone, for that matter. He was simply trying to grow stronger¡ªstrong enough that no one could kill or harm him. Still, this situation was becoming more troublesome by the second. He turned to another newly hatched boy and ordered, "You. Tell me everything you know!" The boy bowed and replied with unwavering conviction. "Father, as she said, we are here to serve you and help you take over this world¡ªfor the glory of our lord and father, the Demon King of Weirdness." Edric''s expression darkened. "Damn it. I should¡¯ve known better than to mess with Abyss-related skills!" Suppressing a sigh, he asked, "Would you obey my every command?" The boy didn¡¯t hesitate. "Our purpose is to obey you." "That¡¯s a good start¡­ But let¡¯s see how deep this goes." Edric continued, "And what about the Demon King of Weirdness? Whose orders take priority¡ªmine or his?" At that, the boy suddenly froze. His expression twisted in genuine confusion, as if Edric had just asked something beyond his comprehension. For a full thirty seconds, the room was silent. Then, with visible distress, the boy finally answered, "That¡­ that is impossible! I do not understand, my father, my lord¡­ What do you mean? As far as I know, my father and the Demon King of Weirdness are the same person!" Edric''s stomach dropped. "I can¡¯t trust them at all." These hatchlings believed the Demon King of Weirdness was their father¡ªwhich meant they thought he was the Demon King of Weirdness. "Do I look like a damn demon king?" Edric thought bitterly. He was just a transmigrator from Earth¡ªnothing more! Still, he needed to confirm something. "Tell me, do you know anything else? Do you know what a cellphone is?" The boy''s brow furrowed in confusion. "I am sorry, Father¡­ I do not know what a ¡®cellphone¡¯ is." He bowed, looking ashamed. Edric pressed further, asking more questions about Earth. Each time, the hatchlings had no idea what he was talking about. To be absolutely sure, Edric used a few Silver-grade mind control spells on different hatchlings and asked again. Same result. "So, they really don¡¯t know about Earth¡­" Edric sighed in relief. They might be brainwashed by Abyssal influence, but at least they didn¡¯t inherit his secrets. "I can¡¯t use them for anything sensitive, but they¡¯ll still be useful for my plan." With that thought, he began distributing clothes and identity cards, preparing to send them off according to his plan. There was still much work to be done. Chapter 72 Opening the Chests The plan with the hatchlings went smoothly. They were sent in all directions with clear instructions¡ªto blend in and rise through the ranks as quickly and safely as possible. Though an influx of thousands of knight-level powerhouses might sound overwhelming, the Silver Flower Island was vast. It could easily absorb them without issue. Of course, Edric didn¡¯t send all of them away. He lacked competent subordinates here, so he kept a few hundred as assistants. They helped take care of the clones being used for reproduction, slightly accelerating the process. Time passed quickly. Two months later, as expected, nothing unusual had happened. Edric looked at his latest rewards, his excitement barely contained:
  • 1 Mythic Chest
  • 2 Legendary Chests
  • 1,000,000 XP
  • A Mythic-rank weapon
"With this, I can protect myself even against Mythic opponents! Finally, I can leave this place and see the wider world of the Flicker Empire!" This island was too small for him. From the beginning, he had been determined to leave as soon as he no longer had to worry about his own survival. With Mythic-level power, he was confident¡ªeven in the Flicker Empire, he would not be easy prey. From the knowledge he had gathered, while the Flicker Empire was filled with powerful knights and mages, it wasn¡¯t as if Mythic and Ultra-ranked beings roamed everywhere. Even there, a Mythic-ranked warrior was considered strong. Edric reached into his system storage and pulled out the Mythic weapon. A lance. Its shaft was forged from a strange cyan-colored metal, gleaming with an eerie light. The tip was so sharp that just its reflection in the light caused Edric¡¯s eyes to sting¡ªthin lines of blood trickled down his face. Quickly, he wiped the blood away with a piece of cloth and stored the lance back in his inventory. "This weapon is beyond my current rank¡­ I need to be careful with it. If I¡¯m not cautious, I might end up injuring myself." It wasn¡¯t uncommon for weapons of a higher rank to be dangerous to their wielders. Using equipment beyond one¡¯s capability was always a risk. But Edric didn¡¯t dwell on it for long. He turned his focus to the real prize. "System, open the Mythic Chest!" Without hesitation, he gave the command, eager to see what fate had in store for him. Ding! Congratulations! You have received the following rewards:
  • 1,500,000 XP
  • [Mythic-Grade Skill] Mental Defense
  • [Legendary-Grade Skill] Double Spell
  • [Legendary-Grade Skill] Mana Detection
  • [Legendary-Grade Skill] Bloodline Detection
  • [Legendary-Grade Skill] Shapeshifting
  • [Golden-Grade Skill] Spell Mastery
  • [Golden-Grade Skill] See-Through
  • [Golden-Grade Skill] Food Generation
  • [Golden-Grade Item] Spatial Ring
  • [Golden-Grade Item] Flying Boots
  • [Golden-Grade Item] Full Body Armor

[Mythic-Grade Skill] Soul Defense: Your mind and soul are completely immune to all attacks below Mythic rank, including mental manipulation, control, mind-reading, and similar effects. Greatly increases your resistance against Mythic-level attacks. However, it is ineffective against Ultra-rank and higher-tier abilities. [Legendary-Grade Skill] Double Spell: Applies a [Double] enhancement to all of your spells at no additional mana cost or casting time as long as the skill is activated.
  • Can be used unlimited times for spells below Legendary rank.
  • Can be used once per day for Legendary-rank spells.
  • Cannot be used for spells above Legendary rank.
  • The [Double] effect from this skill is separate from naturally [Doubled] spells, meaning it is possible to enhance an already [Doubled] spell.
[Legendary-Grade Skill] Mana Detection: Allows the user to sense mana from various sources within a certain range:
  • Detects all non-Legendary mana sources within a 50-mile radius.
  • Detects Legendary mana sources within a 1-mile radius.
  • Ineffective against Mythic and higher ranks. By sensing mana, the user can gather details such as location, rank, and structure of the detected energy.
[Legendary-Grade Skill] Bloodline Detection: Allows the user to trace the bloodline of a target up to unlimited generations¡ªso long as no ancestor surpasses the Golden rank.
  • If an ancestor is Legendary rank, the detection stops at that ancestor.
  • If an ancestor is Golden rank, the detection continues further down the lineage.
  • Generates massive amounts of data; the user must be cautious to avoid mental overload.
  • [Bloodline Sensing] has been merged into this skill, enhancing its effectiveness (though not enough to upgrade its rank).
[Legendary-Grade Skill] Shapeshifting: Allows the user to alter their body into any form, including inanimate objects.
  • Completely undetectable by those below Legendary rank.
  • Extremely difficult to detect for Legendary ranks.
  • Ineffective against Mythic ranks.
[Golden-Grade Skill] Spell Mastery: Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. Allows the user to understand the structure of spells simply by observing others cast them.
  • Works exceptionally well up to Silver rank.
  • Moderately effective for Golden rank spells.
  • Ineffective against Legendary rank spells.
[Golden-Grade Skill] See-Through: Grants the ability to see through solid objects, depending on their rank and material:
  • Sees through non-Golden objects if their thickness is less than one foot.
  • Sees through Golden-rank objects, except metal, if their thickness is less than two inches.
  • Ineffective against Golden-rank metals and anything Legendary rank or higher.
  • [See-Through (Silver)] has been merged into this skill, slightly enhancing it (but not enough to increase its rank).
[Golden-Grade Skill] Food Generation: Allows the user to generate 50,000 pounds of food per day.
  • The type of food can be chosen according to the user¡¯s wishes.
[Golden-Grade Item] Spatial Ring:
  • A storage ring with a capacity of 500 square feet.
  • Can store food indefinitely without spoilage.
  • Cannot store living beings.
[Golden-Grade Item] Flying Boots:
  • Allows the wearer to fly for a limited duration, depending on:
    • Their weight
    • Their rank
    • Environmental factors (wind conditions, gravity, etc.)
[Golden-Grade Item] Full Body Armor:
  • Provides complete defense against Silver-rank physical attacks.
  • Greatly weakens Golden-rank physical attacks.
  • Ineffective against magical attacks.

Edric¡¯s hands trembled as he read through the list. His excitement surged. Wasting no time, he turned his attention back to the system. "Open the two Legendary Chests!" He wanted to see everything before deciding how best to use them. Ding! Congratulations! You have received the following rewards:
  • 500,000 XP
  • [Legendary-Grade Skill] Absolute Magical Defense
  • [Golden-Grade Skill] Break Item
  • [Golden-Grade Skill] Mind Manipulation
  • [Golden-Grade Item] Shadow Ring
  • [Silver-Grade Skill] Blindness
  • [Silver-Grade Skill] Fog Manipulation
  • [Silver-Grade Weapon] Crossbow

[Legendary-Grade Skill] Absolute Magical Defense: Upon activation:
  • Mythic-rank spells targeting the user are weakened by 50% (usable once per month).
  • Legendary-rank spells are weakened by 100% (usable once per day).
  • Golden-rank spells can be negated up to 100 times per day.
  • Silver-rank and lower spells are completely nullified with no limit on usage.
[Golden-Grade Skill] Break Item:
  • Destroys a targeted item within 1 mile (usable once per month).
  • Guaranteed to break Silver-rank items.
  • May damage Golden-rank items (effectiveness depends on durability).
  • Ineffective against Legendary-rank and higher items.
[Golden-Grade Skill] Mind Manipulation:
  • Allows the user to control the minds of targets below Golden rank.
  • Can assist in manipulating Golden-rank targets, but is not strong enough to fully control them.
  • Ineffective against Legendary and higher ranks.
[Golden-Grade Item] Shadow Ring:
  • Allows the wearer to hide within shadows, making them invisible to most Golden-rank beings and completely undetectable to Silver-rank and lower.
  • Usage limit: 1 hour per day.
  • Recharge condition: Must be placed in absolute darkness for 7 days and nights before it can be used again.
[Silver-Grade Skill] Blindness:
  • Targets below Silver rank suffer permanent blindness if within range.
  • Silver-rank targets may experience temporary vision impairment.
  • Ineffective against Golden-rank and higher.
  • Range: 50 feet.
  • Usable once per day.
[Silver-Grade Skill] Fog Manipulation:
  • Allows the user to manipulate fog within 50 feet.
  • Usage limit: 1 hour per day.
  • Ineffective against Golden-rank fog.
  • Barely effective against Silver-rank fog.
[Silver-Grade Weapon] Crossbow:
  • A simple crossbow that fires mana-infused arrows.
  • Requires mana to operate.
  • Can kill Silver-rank targets if they are struck in a vital spot.

Edric scanned through the rewards, his excitement growing. Without wasting a second, he turned to the system. "Open the next chest!" Ding! Congratulations! You have received the following rewards:
  • 400,000 XP
  • [Legendary-Grade Skill] Passive Defense
  • [Golden-Grade Skill] Swimming
  • [Golden-Grade Skill] Beast Control
  • [Golden-Grade Weapon] Poisonous Sword
  • [Silver-Grade Skill] Illusion
  • [Silver-Grade Item] Shield
  • [Silver-Grade Item] Hammer

[Legendary-Grade Skill] Passive Defense:
  • This skill remains active at all times without consuming energy.
  • Grants constant protection against all attacks.
  • Reduces incoming damage as follows:
    • Completely blocks Silver-rank attacks.
    • Weakens Golden-rank attacks by 10%.
    • Weakens Legendary-rank attacks by 1%.
    • Weakens Mythic-rank attacks by 0.1%.
[Golden-Grade Skill] Swimming:
  • Grants the user swimming abilities comparable to a Golden-rank aquatic beast.
  • Usage limit: 6 hours per day.
[Golden-Grade Skill] Beast Control:
  • Allows the user to control beasts based on rank:
    • Silver-rank and below: Full control.
    • Golden-rank: Can only control if the beast is weakened.
    • Ineffective against Legendary-rank and higher.
  • Maximum number of controlled beasts:
    • 3 Golden-rank beasts.
    • 30 Silver-rank beasts.
    • 300 Great-rank beasts.
    • 3,000 Average-rank beasts.
    • 30,000 Unranked animals.
[Golden-Grade Weapon] Poisonous Sword:
  • A Golden-rank sword that inflicts poison damage.
  • Poison Effectiveness:
    • Lethal to Silver-rank and below.
    • Moderately effective against Golden-rank.
    • Ineffective against Legendary-rank and higher.
[Silver-Grade Skill] Illusion:
  • Creates illusions that can affect:
    • Great-rank and Average-rank beings completely.
    • Some Silver-rank targets (effectiveness varies).
    • Ineffective against Golden-rank and higher.
[Silver-Grade Item] Shield:
  • A basic shield that provides defense against Silver-rank physical and magical attacks.
  • Ineffective against Golden-rank and higher.
[Silver-Grade Item] Hammer:
  • A blacksmith¡¯s hammer used for crafting Silver-rank and lower weapons.
  • Cannot be used for forging Golden-rank or higher weapons.

Looking at the long list of newly acquired skills and equipment, Edric fell into deep thought. Chapter 73 The Path Forward [Edric Windwalker]
  • Age: 17 years, 1 month, 21 days
[Task 1: Within 30 Days] [Task 2 Part 1: Book of Weirdness] (Completed) [Task 2 Part 2: Gate to the Abyss]
  • Objective: Within five years, read the Book of Weirdness, master the Abyssal Gate spell, and open a portal to the Abyss.
  • Rewards:
    • Ultra Skill
    • 25,000,000 XP
  • Time Left: 124 / 1,825 days
  • Failure Penalty: None
[Techniques]
  • Mythic Knight Training: 8 / 9,000,000
  • Legendary Mage Training: 168 / 1,500,000
[Talents]
  • Knight Talent (Legendary): 0 / 2,400,000
  • Mage Talent (Average): 0 / 100,000
[Skills]
  • Spawn (Cyan) ¨C 5,000 eggs laid ¨C Hatch time: 37 days
  • Self-Consumption (Cyan)
  • Mental Defense (Red)
  • Double Spell (Red)
  • Mana Detection (Red)
  • Bloodline Detection (Red)
  • Shapeshifting (Red)
  • Bloodline Authority (Red)
  • Energy Absorption (Red)
  • Absolute Magical Defense (Red)
  • Passive Defense (Red)
  • Swimming (Golden)
  • Beast Control (Golden)
  • Break Item (Golden)
  • Mind Manipulation (Golden)
  • Magnetic Pull (Golden)
  • Spell Mastery (Golden)
  • See-Through (Golden)
  • Food Generation (Golden)
  • Beast¡¯s Senses (Golden)
  • Poison Resistance (Golden)
  • Crystal Skin (Silver)
  • Telekinesis (Silver)
  • Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver)
  • Extreme Yang (Silver)
  • Blindness (Silver)
  • Fog Manipulation (Silver)
  • Illusion (Silver)
  • Flesh Control (White)
[Cheat Ability]
  • Low-Level XP Generator ¨C Produces 1,000 XP per day.
  • Available XP: 2,516,914
... Looking at the interface, Edric felt a rush of satisfaction as he scanned the long list of skills. "A lot of these skills are useless or unnecessary¡­ but I can always consume them with [Self-Consumption] for mythical power!" he thought, a grin forming on his lips. Then his eyes landed on his XP. "Look at this! I can already break through to Legendary Mage!" Once he ascended to Legendary Mage, casting golden-tier spells would become much easier. More importantly, he¡¯d be one step closer to completing the [Gate to the Abyss] task. As for the gate itself, he wasn¡¯t too worried. After all, nothing beyond the legendary tier could pass through. That meant no monstrous demon would suddenly descend upon the world to wreak havoc. "I just wish I had a skill to hide my bloodline¡­ or at least shield it from attacks," he muttered, shaking his head in mild frustration. Having so many descendants made him dangerously vulnerable to bloodline-based spells. Fortunately, Silver Flower Island had no Legendary Mages, so he was relatively safe¡ªfor now. But once he entered the Flucker Empire, he wouldn¡¯t be able to spread his bloodline so carelessly. In this world, there were terrifying spells that could track, curse, or even kill someone remotely just by targeting one of their descendants. "One can''t have everything they wish for. As long as my descendants stay here, I should be fine," he reassured himself, setting the matter aside. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. Right now, he had more pressing concerns. "First, let me break through to Legendary Mage!" Wasting no time, Edric focused his mind. His plans included upgrading his magic talent, but for now, his top priority was breaking through the legendary mage rank. "System, add 1,499,832 XP to my Legendary Mage Training!" The response came instantly. Ding! Success! ¡ªStatus Updated: Legendary Mage Training (1,500,000 / 1,500,000). The moment it happened, Edric felt a shift¡ªlike the world had suddenly become ten times clearer. It was as if a veil had been lifted from his eyes, revealing reality in much sharper detail. Of course, it was just an illusion. While advancing to Legendary Mage was a major breakthrough, it wasn¡¯t enough to change his entire perception of the world. Especially for Edric¡ªhe was already a Legendary Knight. This strange feeling was simply the effect of his soul power surging all at once. Unlike most mages who advanced gradually over centuries, Edric had broken through instantly. The drastic increase in power made the change feel overwhelming. "Strange¡­" he murmured. Now that he had reached Legendary Mage, he could finally do something he had never been able to before¡ªlook within and examine his own soul. The good news was that Edric¡¯s soul was powerful and healthy. But something was¡­ off. He couldn¡¯t quite place it, but a strange feeling lingered¡ªsomething was wrong. "So my soul really does have an issue¡­ This is bad. I need to fix it as soon as possible!" His expression darkened. He had always suspected something was amiss, but this was the first time he could confirm it. "Once I reach the Flicker Empire, I should look for soul-related spells!" he decided. There was no hope of finding anything useful on this isolated island, and reaching Mythic rank in a short time was unrealistic. For now, he had to focus on what he could improve. "System, add 100,000 XP to my Mage Talent!" Ding! Success! ¡ªStatus Updated: Average Mage Talent (100,000 / 100,000). The moment his talent advanced, a wave of clarity washed over him. Many of the questions he had about spells¡ªconcepts that once required deep thought¡ªbecame noticeably easier to grasp. Though the improvement wasn¡¯t drastic, even a small boost made a difference. "This is incredible! Talent truly is an amazing gift!" He sighed in wonder. In the past, even the simplest magical problems required intense thought to solve. But now, everything felt smoother¡ªhis understanding of magic flowing with far less effort. "With Great rank talent, I should be able to design my own Great and Average-tier spells pretty easily, right?" he mused. Though his talent was only at Great rank for now, his immense mental power as a Legendary Knight would make the process even easier. But he wasn¡¯t in the mood to test it just yet. He still had plenty of XP left, and there was no reason to stop here. "System, add 250,000 XP to my Mage Talent!" Ding! Success! ¡ªStatus Updated: Great Mage Talent (250,000 / 250,000). Another surge of clarity struck him. Even more of the mysteries surrounding magic unraveled before his mind¡¯s eye. The things that once puzzled him no longer seemed like obstacles. "It¡¯s¡­ magical! Absolutely magical!" Edric marveled. "Now, I can easily create my own Silver-grade spells!" Ideas flooded his mind the moment he thought about it. His understanding of magic had deepened, and possibilities stretched before him like an endless horizon. Glancing at the system interface, he shook his head in mild disappointment. "I still have 667,082 XP left, but upgrading my Mage Talent to Golden requires 800,000 XP¡­ At this rate, I should be able to reach it in a few months." Even so, he felt much safer now. His power had risen significantly. "I no longer fear any Legendary being! Whether it¡¯s King Bloodstone, the Elowen Kingdom, or anyone else¡ªthey¡¯re no threat to me now!" He took out the Mythic Lance from the system space and grasped it with both his hands, holding it in front of himself. It was a long and formidable weapon¡ªperfect for mounted cavalry. But Edric had no horse or any beast capable of keeping up with a battle between Mythic Knights. That meant he had to adapt, using the lance as a weapon for ground combat. As he examined the polished tip, a sharp reflection flared into his eyes, causing a brief sting followed by thin trails of blood. But this time, he didn¡¯t look away. His powerful physique made such minor injuries meaningless. More importantly, he needed to familiarize himself with the weapon he would be using from now on. "I doubt there¡¯s a single person on this island who can train with me," he mused. Without hesitation, Edric began practicing. He swung the lance left and right, testing its balance, piercing the air with sharp thrusts. He needed to get used to its weight and dimensions. Since the lance¡¯s rank was higher than his own, he had to be careful¡ªone wrong move, and he could end up injuring himself. He focused, memorizing every detail¡ªits length, heft, sharpness¡ªuntil the weapon felt like an extension of his body. ... A few days earlier, he had dismissed the birthing clones, shutting down the manor and ending the entire baby-making business. Most of the 100,000 newborns who survived had been discreetly spread throughout the Elowen Kingdom. The sudden influx of orphans had caused quite a stir. Many speculated about what had triggered the wave of abandoned newborn children. However, the news wasn¡¯t significant enough to reach the higher levels of Elowen¡¯s leadership. Chapter 74 The Kingdoms Robbed Blind Part 1 Odo, a silver-ranked knight, strode down the bustling streets of Elowen City, the grand capital of the Elowen Kingdom. He was a member of the Silver Guard Corps, the most elite force under the kingdom¡¯s command. Comprising 1,000 Silver Knights, 10 Silver Mages, and led by 25 Golden Knights, their might was so overwhelming that other nations dared not even cast a sideways glance at Elowen. Of course, the true deterrent of the kingdom lay in the presence of its two legendary knights, but the Silver Guard Corps was still a force to be reckoned with. "Hey!" Odo waved at a passing noblewoman, a smirk playing on his lips as he recalled their last night together. She gave him a polite smile before walking past, escorted by a man who shot Odo a puzzled glance. Unbothered, Odo simply continued on his way. After a few minutes, he stopped in front of a shop. The sign above the entrance read, in large, bold letters: "Bill¡¯s." Though the shop itself was small, its wares were nothing short of impressive. Silver-grade weapons, armor, and even magical items filled its shelves. It was said that Bill¡¯s had been established over 600 years ago by a Golden Mage and had remained in control of the same family ever since. Despite the passage of time, the shop had never expanded, maintaining its original appearance and size. It had become a landmark of the city, an enduring presence amid the ever-changing streets of Elowen. Now, however, the shop was run by a mere Silver Mage. The Bill family was known for its unique lineage. Like many highly talented individuals, the original mage, Bill, had taken multiple wives, fathering hundreds of children¡ªnot out of personal belief in large families, but because he saw it as his duty to pass down his exceptional talents. Even now, centuries later, his descendants still included Silver-ranked mages. But that was only because sheer numbers had increased the odds of someone inheriting a fraction of his gift. In contrast, families that refused to follow this practice¡ªthose who let their bloodline thin out¡ªtended to vanish within a generation. ... Opening the door, Odo stepped inside. He had come here today for one reason¡ªafter a long time, he had finally saved enough money to buy the silver rank weapon he had wanted for so long. The Silver Guard Corps provided standard silver-grade equipment, but few knights actually used them. Even within the same silver rank, the quality of weapons could vary greatly. A knight with a well-crafted silver sword would easily overpower one wielding an inferior one. Behind the counter sat a man¡ªnot the shop owner, but a simple knight hired to watch over the place and handle customers. Not that the store needed much guarding. Elowen City was incredibly safe, and Bill¡¯s itself was protected by Golden-tier defensive formations. Even if left completely empty, no one would dare to steal from it. This part of the city was restricted to nobles, meaning no commoner could just stumble in. Though the Elowen Kingdom was highly centralized and had no landed nobility, there were still clear distinctions between different classes. Nobility here was not tied to land but rather to status and connections. There were several ways one could be considered noble:
  1. High-ranking government officials and their direct families automatically held noble status.
  2. Anyone related to the Elowen royal family within three generations was considered noble.
  3. Knights¡ªincluding Great Knights, Silver Knights, Golden Knights, Legendary Knights, and Mages¡ªalong with their close families, were all nobles.
  4. Noble status could also be granted under specific conditions set by the government. This included paying a yearly fee, achieving notable accomplishments that benefited the kingdom, or receiving a special decree.
Being a noble came with many benefits:
  • Access to restricted areas of the capital.
  • Exclusive entry to elite shops, restaurants, and establishments.
  • Easier access to loans and financial privileges.
The system of the Elowen Kingdom was built to keep the wealthy and powerful wealthy and powerful, while ensuring commoners remained at the bottom. Only the most talented of them had any chance to rise into nobility. In a world without magic, such an oppressive structure might have led to mass uprisings. But here? The elite were guarded by Silver Knights, Golden Knights, and even Legendary Knights. Any rebellion would be crushed before it could even begin. That said, life in Elowen was not unbearable for commoners. The government ran orphanages, provided free food programs, and ensured that while inequality was rampant, no one starved to death. ... The man behind the counter brightened at the sight of a customer. This shop relied on just a few sales per week, making every visitor valuable. "Knight Odo! Hello! Welcome, sir!" the knight behind the counter greeted respectfully. "What''s up, baldy? I finally saved enough for the Silver Snake Cleaver!" Odo grinned. "Sir, I¡¯ve told you¡ªit''s Baldric! Please call me that!" the knight huffed as he went to retrieve the weapon. Unfortunately for Baldric, his name was so fitting it practically begged to be mocked. Despite a few overgrown strands desperately clinging to his scalp, he was, for all intents and purposes, bald. Even male knights weren¡¯t spared from the curse of baldness. Sure, they were healthier and lost their hair later than common men, but most still ended up bald. Of course, some were naturally resistant to it, and rich nobles could afford magical solutions to keep their hair. Baldric was clearly not one of them. "Here it is, sir!" Baldric placed the Silver Snake Cleaver on the counter. Under the store¡¯s magical lighting, the blade gleamed¡ªbut it didn¡¯t look poisonous at all, despite its name. It was massive, over two meters long and heavy. Fortunately for Odo, he was a Silver Knight, able to carry it with ease. He picked it up carefully, his fingers running along the blade¡¯s sharp edge. He smiled in satisfaction. "This is it. Here¡ªtake my credit card." He handed over a magic card for payment. Just as the transaction was underway, the shop''s door swung open, and someone else entered. A young man stepped inside. He had fiery red hair and piercing green eyes, appearing no older than seventeen or eighteen. His build was slim and frail, lacking the muscle of a trained warrior. Baldric glanced over and immediately straightened his posture. Everyone in this district was a noble. There were no poor people here¡ªanyone who walked into Bill¡¯s was either rich themselves or had wealthy parents. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. "Welcome, young master!" Baldric greeted him with a polite smile. "Bring me a list of your magical items," the young noble demanded while casually scanning the shop''s shelves. Odo didn¡¯t say a word. He simply sheathed his cleaver, retrieved his credit card, and left the store. Time to Test the Blade "I should test it in a real life-and-death battle," Odo thought as he made his way toward the Golden Cage prison. Finding a true life-or-death opponent in Elowen was nearly impossible. The kingdom had been too peaceful for too long¡ªall bandits and potential threats had long been eliminated. No one dared to stir up trouble in the capital. For knights like Odo, there were only two real options:
  1. The City¡¯s Fighting Arena ¨C A grand coliseum where warriors clashed before tens of thousands of spectators. However, it wasn¡¯t always open, and it wasn¡¯t the best place for serious, deadly battles.
  2. The Golden Cage prison ¨C A hidden training ground where knights could fight convicted criminals who were already on death row or serving life sentences.
There was technically a third option¡ªasking a friend or comrade for a true life-or-death duel¡ªbut no matter how serious the fight, neither side would ever truly try to kill the other. For Odo, the Golden Cage prison was the best choice. The prison housed several silver-ranked prisoners, men and women who had once been warriors, mercenaries, or criminals skilled enough to survive. These prisoners were regularly used as training opponents for knights. The prison even had a resident Silver Mage who could heal most injuries and prevent death if necessary. Fatal wounds, like decapitation or a pierced heart, were beyond saving, but such unsavable injuries were rare in these fights. For the prisoners, these battles were a twisted opportunity. Winning a fight earned them better food, improved living conditions, and even "companions"¡ªeither women or men, depending on their preference. Odo clenched his fists, excitement rising in his chest. "A real fight... That¡¯s what I need." With that thought, he quickened his pace toward the Golden Cage prison. ... Edric scanned the list of magical items the shopkeeper had handed him. "What¡¯s your name?" he asked without looking up. "I am Baldric, young master!" the old knight responded with a respectful bow. Edric glanced at his bald head and smirked. "A very fitting name." Baldric froze. His expression darkened as he realized the boy was mocking his baldness. With a loud bang, he slammed his fist on the counter. "I understand if a dignified Silver Knight mocks me, but you¡ªa teenage boy¡ªhow dare you speak to me like that?! Who is your father?!" His knight¡¯s aura surged, filling the shop with heavy pressure as he glared at Edric, trying to intimidate him. Edric, however, simply watched him with mild interest. The difference in power between them was so vast that Edric didn¡¯t know whether to laugh or cry in the face of the threatening aura. It was like an ant crawling on his arm¡ªinsignificant, something he could crush in an instant. Yet, he felt reluctant to use force. He exhaled lightly and said, "My mom killed my dad, so he should be in heaven. Or maybe the abyss? Who knows where souls go after death?" Baldric blinked. "...What?" Edric didn¡¯t bother explaining. He folded the list of items and handed it back. "I want everything on this list." Baldric frowned. "Everything? That would cost over 100 million silver!" Even in this wealthy district, that was an enormous amount. Few nobles could produce such a fortune on short notice. Without a word, Edric flicked his wrist. Clink! A pile of shimmering coins appeared on the counter. They weren¡¯t ordinary silver or gold coins¡ªthey glowed with a silvery-blue luster. Baldric stared at them, confused at first. Then, as realization struck, his body froze. His mind dredged up something from old legends, something he had long forgotten¡ªcoins made from a legendary metal. Each one was worth a fortune. "These are...?" Baldric¡¯s voice trembled. "Yeah," Edric said casually. "They¡¯re Mythril Coins. Each one is worth a million silver." He leaned forward, resting his hand on the counter. "Now, my items. Please." He could have easily controlled Baldric¡¯s mind and taken everything by force¡ªit would¡¯ve been effortless. But for now, he resisted the urge. Deep down, he knew something was wrong with him. He wasn¡¯t sure when it started, but lately, his thoughts had grown darker, his self-control weaker. He didn¡¯t want to let it spiral further. Lately, Edric felt his urge to commit evil for pleasure growing stronger. As someone who once considered himself a modern, civilized person, he didn¡¯t want to fall into darkness completely¡ªat least, not yet. Across the counter, Baldric carefully picked up the shimmering Mythril Coins. "Young master, I do not have the proper equipment to verify their authenticity. Please give me half an hour!" he said, his tone now filled with deference. Before wealth and power, one could only bow and submit¡ªsuch was the common sense of the Elowen Kingdom. "As expected¡­ being evil is much more convenient." His patience snapped. Baldric had been about to leave¡ªto find the shop owner, a Silver Mage, to confirm whether the coins were real¡ªbut something changed. He hesitated. His expression shifted. Then, with an awkward chuckle, he turned back to Edric. "Young master, I deeply apologize for doubting you!" Baldric bowed deeply. "These coins are indeed real! Please wait here¡ªI¡¯ll bring the items immediately!" With that, he rushed to the back of the store. Edric smirked. "Magic really is convenient." Just now, he had cast a brainwashing spell, forcing Baldric to believe the Mythril Coins were real. Of course, they were genuine to begin with, and even if Baldric had verified them, the result would have been the same. "I don¡¯t consider this an evil use of magic," Edric thought with amusement. "I didn¡¯t steal anything¡ªI just made things go smoother." A few minutes later, Baldric returned, carrying over 100 magical items¡ªmost were Great Rank, but a few were even Silver Rank. "Young master! Here is everything!" Baldric said, his excitement barely contained. He was overjoyed. After all, he took a 1% commission on every sale¡ªmeaning he had just earned one million silver coins in a single transaction. For a mere knight, that was a fortune. "Thanks¡ªI¡¯m leaving." Without waiting, Edric scooped up the magical items and strode out of the store. There were plenty more shops to visit¡ªElowen City was massive, and this was far from the only equipment store. Baldric called out, "Farewell, young master! Please visit us again!" Then, he stood there for a moment, deep in thought. "Just who is he¡­?" No noble family, aside from the Royal Elowen Family, could possibly give their young masters that kind of wealth. Or¡­ was he working for some secret organization? And most of all¡ªwhy would a boy with no knight training need so many magical items? Baldric frowned. He had a bad feeling about this. "I should tell the shop owner about today''s incident¡­" ... Edric tossed everything into his spatial ring. Inside the ring, glimmering heaps of silver coins, gold coins, and even a small mountain of Mythril Coins shone under the ethereal glow of mana. The total value? Over 500 billion silver coins. Of course, he hadn¡¯t earned that kind of wealth. With his Legendary Knight and Mage abilities, combined with a vast arsenal of skills, he had effortlessly robbed the central banks of all three kingdoms on this island. The Silver Kingdom, the Bloodstone Kingdom, and the Elowen Kingdom¡ªnot one had been spared. That was why he now sat atop a fortune beyond imagination. The central banks only stored coins; magic weapons and true treasures were kept inside the spatial rings of each kingdom¡¯s Legendary Knights. Edric wasn¡¯t yet capable of stealing from spatial rings without alerting their owners¡ªbut it was only a matter of time. "Stealing from the rich isn¡¯t theft!" A smirk tugged at his lips as he admired his hoard. For now, he had chosen to restrain himself from committing further evil, hoping to slow down the corruption of his soul¡ªbut in his eyes, stealing from corrupt kingdoms didn¡¯t count as evil in the first place. "Who even cares if a few scraps of Mythril go missing?" Certainly not Edric. To him, these Mythril Coins were nothing but scrap metal¡ªa waste of valuable material that should be forged into legendary weapons, not hoarded as currency. With that thought, he closed his ring and stepped forward, ready to continue his journey of chaos and power. ... As Edric continued his spree, casually buying everything in sight, the upper leadership of the three kingdoms was thrown into chaos. The discovery was nothing short of shocking¡ªtheir treasuries had been emptied overnight! A massive blow, no doubt. Yet, financially, it wasn¡¯t as catastrophic as it seemed at first glance. 500 billion silver coins may sound enormous, but for kingdoms that had ruled this island for centuries, it was just a tiny fraction of their wealth. The true treasures¡ªlegendary weapons, enchanted artifacts, and priceless magical resources¡ªwere not stored in the central banks but kept inside the spatial rings of Legendary Knights. Money could be replenished. But the real problem? "Who in the world could bypass multiple Golden-rank magic formations without being detected?" Even Legendary Knights¡ªthe pinnacle of warriors on this island¡ªwould have struggled to avoid detection. This mystery sent waves of unease through the kingdoms. Investigations began immediately. Each kingdom moved cautiously, seeking clues, afraid that whoever had done this could still be lurking in the shadows. Days passed. Then¡ªa breakthrough. The Elowen Kingdom was the first to uncover a vital clue. Some of the stolen Mythril Coins had surfaced¡ªright in the heart of their capital. The authorities swiftly moved in, interrogating the witnesses. Chapter 75 The Phantom Intruder The intelligence network of the Elowen Kingdom was not to be underestimated. Within mere days, they tracked down Bill¡¯s store and confiscated the mithril coins¡ªwithout offering a single bit of compensation. After all, the money used to buy the magical items had been stolen, and the victim of the heist was none other than the kingdom itself. However, soon after, the kingdom backtracked and compensated the store. As the son of the renowned Golden Mage, William the Bright, the silver mage store owner managed to persuade the authorities to compensate his shop for its losses. A Silver Mage was not someone to be slighted¡ªtheir value far exceeded a mere hundred million silver. Maintaining a good relationship with a powerful mage family was far more important than a few confiscated coins. Other merchants, however, weren¡¯t as fortunate. Within a week, every single shop where Edric had spent mithril coins was forced to return the money. Most of them never managed to reclaim their losses¡ªonly a few, like Bill¡¯s, had the backing of influential figures strong enough to negotiate compensation. Most of the high-level establishments selling knight and magic-related goods in the city lacked the protection of Golden Knights or Silver Mages. There was a reason for this. The Elowen Kingdom deliberately kept its Golden Knights and silver mages from becoming too powerful. It strictly prohibited them and their families from owning major businesses while in government service. And since every single Golden Knight and silver mage was in the kingdom¡¯s service, none of them¡ªor their families¡ªcould control any critical industries. Even stores that dealt in Golden-rank equipment were, at most, owned by Silver-ranked knights. At first glance, one might assume that working for the government under such restrictions would be unappealing. After all, a Golden Knight in the kingdom¡¯s employ could neither participate in private enterprise nor allow their families to engage in many economic activities. Yet, despite these harsh limitations, there was not a single Golden Knight outside the government¡¯s service. Why? Because the benefits of serving the kingdom far outweighed anything the private sector could offer. The Elowen Kingdom was highly centralized, ruling over the vast and densely populated Silverflower Island directly from Elowen City. A Golden Knight in the kingdom¡¯s service could easily obtain ministerial authority, granting them the power to appoint their relatives to high-ranking positions¡ªmayors, governors, and senior officials. The salaries for such government roles were generous, and when combined with the influence they wielded and the bribes that inevitably came with power, the wealth and prestige far exceeded anything a private business could provide. And so, in Elowen, power did not lie in gold or business. It lay within the grasp of the kingdom itself. The Elowen Kingdom was rotten to its core. If not for the stabilizing presence of two powerful Legendary Knights at its helm, it might have crumbled under the weight of its own corruption long ago. In truth, there was only one part of the kingdom that remained untouched by greed and favoritism¡ªthe military, along with the knight and mage academies. In these places, only talent and hard work mattered. There was no room for favoritism, bribery, or influence. The reason for this was simple: the king himself oversaw them personally. And with the king watching, no one dared to act in a way that might incur his wrath. ... Once the investigation was complete, and every witness had been interviewed, the authorities managed to piece together a rough account of what had happened. A man with red hair and striking green pupils had walked into multiple stores, purchasing nearly every magic-related item available. He paid in mithril coins and left without a word. He asked no unnecessary questions, showed no interest in weapons¡ªonly magic items. Nothing more, nothing less. His last known sighting in Elowen City was two days ago. After that, he vanished. The kingdom mobilized its Silver Knights, scouring every corner of the city and beyond, but they found nothing. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air. Of course, this was not surprising. For someone capable of infiltrating the royal treasury¡ªprotected by multiple layers of golden-rank formations¡ªevading Silver and even Golden Knights should have been trivial. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. Days passed with no progress. Frustrated by the lack of leads, the two Legendary Knights of Elowen Kingdom personally joined the hunt. Based on the evidence gathered so far, there were only two possible explanations: The perpetrator was either a Legendary Knight himself or possessed a Legendary-tier artifact. A mere Golden Knight, no matter how skilled, could never bypass the defensive formations of the kingdom undetected. On Silverflower Island, only four Legendary Knights existed¡ªtwo from Elowen, one from the Silver Kingdom, and one from the Bloodstone Kingdom. The delicate balance of power was maintained solely because of the implicit alliance between the Silver and Bloodstone Kingdoms. No hidden Legendary Knight existed. That left only three possibilities: The first¡ªsome Golden Knight had recently broken through to the Legendary rank. But this was nearly impossible. Achieving Legendary rank required more than just talent. It took centuries of training, vast resources, and rigorous discipline. Only those born with Mythic-tier talent had a realistic shot at reaching such heights. Even then, their progress would be closely monitored¡ªthere was no way someone could ascend to Legendary in secret. The other possibility was the birth of an Ultra-rank talent. Unlike Mythic-tier individuals, an Ultra Knight could reach Legendary rank far more easily, even without endless resources or training. But the chances of an Ultra-rank talent being born on this island were so astronomically low that the mere thought of it was almost laughable. The third possibility was far more likely¡ªa Legendary Knight from a neighboring island or even the Flicker Empire had arrived. Silverflower Island was not protected by any Legendary-rank defensive formation, meaning it was entirely possible for an outsider to slip in unnoticed. All three kingdoms conducted their own investigations, and each arrived at the same chilling conclusion: There was a high probability that a Legendary Knight from beyond the island had infiltrated their lands. In other words, they were being invaded. Upon reaching this realization, the three kingdoms put aside their internal conflicts. Rivalries and grudges meant nothing in the face of a foreign enemy. If an unknown force had infiltrated the island, they had to stand united. Within a week, they assembled a powerful task force composed of Golden Mages and Legendary Knights from all three kingdoms. Their intelligence networks, once divided by politics and self-interest, were unified under a single purpose¡ªto track down the intruder. Every possible resource was mobilized. The intelligence divisions of the three kingdoms, noble families, criminal syndicates, and even private businesses were all pulled into the search. Yet, despite their combined efforts, they found¡­ nothing. The perpetrator¡¯s defining features¡ªred hair and green pupils¡ªwere common among the nobility of the Bloodstone Kingdom. However, many individuals across Elowen and the Silver Kingdom shared the same traits, making it impossible to narrow down the suspect¡¯s origin. During their search, an old case resurfaced¡ªone that sent ripples of unease through the higher-ups. A boy from the now-destroyed Windwalker family had once lived in Windwalker City. He had a strikingly similar appearance and was said to possess legendary talent. But that boy had been killed months ago¡ªslain by a mysterious Golden Knight. That incident now took on a new significance. Suddenly, the appearance of the unknown Golden Knight who had appeared in the Bloodstone Kingdom was taken far more seriously. At the time, Bloodstone¡¯s leaders had assumed he was an agent of the Elowen Kingdom, with a slim chance of being an outsider. But now, after confirming with both Elowen and Silver Kingdoms, they realized the unsettling truth¡ª That Golden Knight was most likely not from Silverflower Island at all. An unknown force was moving in the shadows, and no one knew its true purpose. With this realization, the three kingdoms understood a grim truth¡ªthis foreign infiltration had likely been happening for far longer than they had initially thought. The Legendary Knight who had appeared might not have been the first. Defending the entire island against foreign invaders was nearly impossible. Creating a silver-grade defensive and detection formation around the island was an option, but against a Legendary Knight, a silver formation was as good as thin air. Even a golden-grade formation would likely fail to detect an intruder of that level. The most effective method would be to layer multiple golden-grade detection formations, barely making it possible to track Legendary-ranked individuals. However, such a feat was absurdly expensive¡ªconstructing even a single detection formation to cover the whole island would require a staggering amount of golden-grade magic materials, enough to bankrupt them all. With large-scale formations out of the question due to the overwhelming cost, the three kingdoms found themselves at an impasse. A Legendary Knight could easily alter their appearance, making the distribution of wanted posters useless. Traditional defenses were ineffective. If they could not defend, then they had only one option¡ªattack. Their attention turned to the map. The closest landmass was Greenmoon Island, a neighboring territory that had recently descended into chaos. Greenmoon had once been home to three kingdoms, but recently, one of them had collapsed. Its Legendary Knight had disappeared without a trace, and with their strongest protector gone, the kingdom crumbled. The remaining two kingdoms, believing the missing knight to be dead, had launched a brutal war to seize as much land as possible from the fallen nation. A theory began to take shape¡ª What if the missing Legendary Knight had not perished but had instead left? What if he was the same Legendary intruder who had infiltrated Silverflower Island and looted the central banks? Of course, there was no concrete proof¡ªjust speculation born from desperation. The sudden appearance of a powerful enemy out of nowhere needed an explanation, and this was the best they had. Even without evidence, the higher-ups of the three kingdoms took the theory seriously. They dispatched several Golden Knights as envoys to Greenmoon Island, tasked with uncovering the truth behind the missing Legendary Knight. Chapter 76 The Reluctant Alliance The invasion from another island had unified Silver Flower Island in a way rarely seen before. Normally, the three kingdoms¡ªElowen, Silver, and Bloodstone¡ªwere plagued by internal struggles, constantly at odds with one another. They had never truly been united. However, recent threats, including the resurgence of demons and now this legendary invader, had begun pushing them closer together. The conflicts and internal struggles on Silver Flower Island were not driven by revenge, prejudice, or mere tribal warfare. It was a struggle for power and dominance. The Elowen Kingdom sought to establish itself as the undisputed ruler, forcing the Silver Kingdom and Bloodstone Kingdom into submission. Naturally, the other two refused to bow. Instead, they allied against Elowen, resisting its growing influence¡ªdespite Elowen¡¯s overwhelming strength and its two legendary knights. This was not a conflict fueled by hatred or grudges that could fade over generations. Those conflicts, rooted in emotion, could sometimes be resolved when new rulers emerged with a different perspective. With the right leadership and effective diplomacy, even centuries-old blood feuds could be set aside. Squabbles based on conflict of interest, or better said, conflicting facts, were different from emotional ones. They could not be resolved by changing perspectives, nor could they be softened over time. No matter how wise or competent the rulers were, as long as the root of the dispute remained. The best way to resolve a factual dispute was through negotiation¡ªby dividing land, sharing resources, or making mutual concessions. But what happens when there is no middle ground? When no compromise can be reached? That was the situation on Silver Flower Island. The Elowen Kingdom saw itself as the island¡¯s rightful ruler. It was the only kingdom with two legendary knights, and it demanded recognition as the supreme power. The Silver and Bloodstone Kingdoms, however, refused to acknowledge such authority. There was no possible compromise¡ªeither Elowen was superior, or it was not. One side had to yield, and until that happened, the conflict would remain unresolved. A blurry yet crucial distinction can be made: when a conflict based on a dispute of fact breeds hatred between the opposing sides, it evolves into something far more dangerous¡ªa battle not just of reason, but of emotion. This transformation marks the birth of blood enmity, a grudge that festers across generations and fuels endless war. However, the situation between the Elowen Kingdom and its two neighbors had not yet reached that point. Despite their dispute over dominance¡ªover who should rule and who should submit¡ªtheir leaders did not harbor personal hatred for one another. On the lower levels, it was a different story. Many common soldiers, nobles, and officials resented the rival kingdoms, their minds poisoned by years of conflict and national pride. But among the highest ranks, among the legendary knights who shaped the island¡¯s destiny, there was a surprising level of mutual respect¡ªeven friendship. And that was the key difference. As long as the leaders of a dispute of fact remained rational and free of hatred, the conflict, while impossible to resolve without compromise, would never descend into true blood enmity. In worlds without magic, subordinates wielded power because their leaders depended on them to maintain rule. If too many of their own people turned against them, even a king could be overthrown. But in a land where legendary knights existed, things were different. No subordinate, no matter how angry or resentful, would dare rebel against a ruler whose personal strength could crush armies. A conflict based on an unresolvable dispute of fact could stretch on indefinitely, lingering like an open wound until the balance of power shifted. If one of the Silver or Bloodstone Kingdoms produced a legendary knight of their own¡ªor if one of Elowen¡¯s two legendary knights perished¡ªthe reality of the dispute would change. The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. But until then, the conflict would remain frozen in place. That said, because this struggle was driven by power and benefits rather than pure hatred, there was room for pragmatism. When a greater threat arose¡ªone that endangered all three kingdoms¡ªthe dispute of fact could be temporarily set aside. A rational mind would always prioritize survival over pride. And that was exactly what happened when the demons returned¡­ and when the mysterious Golden Knight appeared. For ordinary people, disputes of fact often spiraled into blood enmity. Hatred was easy to nurture when one fought the same enemy over and over. But legendary knights were different. Their lifespans were longer, their experiences far greater, and their perspectives far wider. That was the difference between warriors and rulers. ... Each of the three kingdoms sent two Golden Knights, along with a legendary ship, and set sail for Greenmoon Island. The two islands were neighbors, and over the years, a line of communication had formed between them. Golden Mages from both sides held regular conferences, exchanging knowledge on newly developed spells and magical advancements. However, their relationship could not be called warm. They spoke to one another out of necessity, not camaraderie. Their proximity forced interaction, but there was no real sense of trust or kinship between them. Even so, that minimal diplomatic connection ensured one thing¡ªthey did not see each other as enemies. The voyage to Greenmoon Island would be relatively short and was not considered particularly dangerous¡ªafter all, the island was close. Had their destination been the Flicker Empire, even legendary ships would have struggled against the perilous journey. The Greenmoon Island was nearly identical in size and resources to Silver Flower Island, and it suffered from the same lurking dangers. It was named after the eerie phenomenon that occurred every night¡ªits moon shone a deep, unnatural green. Legends spoke of the island¡¯s green moon as a lingering scar from an ancient disaster. Long ago, a demonic outbreak tied to the Demon King of Green ravaged the land. Even after the demonic artifact responsible for the outbreak was removed, the moon remained forever stained by its influence. Such aftereffects of demonic outbreaks were not uncommon. Silver Flower Island, too, bore its own curse. Despite being located in a warm ocean, it endured a mini ice age every year. Some scholars argued that this was a blessing in disguise¡ªwithout the cooling effect of the demonic residue, the island¡¯s climate would have been hot. However, Greenmoon Island¡¯s curse was far worse. At the start of each new year, for several days, the island was plagued by the Greed Disease¡ªa terrifying affliction that stripped away reason and drove the weak-willed into murderous frenzies. Even the promise of a few coins was enough to make people kill without hesitation. This curse had ruined Greenmoon Island¡¯s new year celebrations, turning what should have been a time of joy into a dreaded period. Unlike Silver Flower Island¡¯s cold season, which was inconvenient but survivable, the Greed Disease outbreak claimed lives every year. For ordinary citizens, those days were the most feared of the year. No one celebrated. No one wished for the new year to come sooner. Fortunately, knights and mages were immune. With their powerful mental fortitude, they could easily resist the curse¡¯s effects. But for the common folk, precautions had to be taken. The Greed Disease was at its worst in those few days, but its influence never truly vanished. Throughout the year, everyone under the green moon felt an increased sense of greed. Most of the time, the effect was mild, almost imperceptible, but it was always there, lurking beneath the surface. Over the centuries, the people of Greenmoon Island adapted. Laws were put in place. Every household was required to have a basement equipped with chains¡ªrestraints to lock themselves away when the Greed Disease struck. During the outbreak, cities entered complete lockdown. Anyone found wandering the streets was considered a threat and was executed on sight by patrolling knights and specialized troops. It was possible for ordinary people to resist the curse. Those with sufficient willpower could undergo special training to withstand its effects. The government issued Green Passes to those who passed the tests, exempting them from the need to chain themselves away each year. But even those with a Green Pass were still subject to martial law during the outbreak¡ªno one was allowed to roam freely once night fell. For the homeless, the government built massive detention camps. They had no choice¡ªon the nights of the Green Disaster, anyone without shelter was either contained¡­ or killed. Despite countless attempts, no mage had ever succeeded in developing a cure, nor had any magical formation been able to suppress the Greed Disease. The only true immunity came with great power¡ªknights and mages were unaffected. But becoming a knight was not an option for most. For the majority of the population, imprisonment was the only way to survive. If left unchecked, a single night of the Green Disaster could claim countless innocent lives. And so, the people of Greenmoon Island lived under the shadow of their cursed moon, trapped in an endless cycle of greed, fear, and bloodshed. Chapter 77 Whispers of the Abyss Long ago, three kingdoms ruled over Greenmoon Island¡ªRunewood, Ironbloom, and Greenblade. Each kingdom had its own legendary knight, keeping the others in check and ensuring a fragile balance. However, everything changed when the Queen of Greenblade vanished at sea. With no word of her return, the other two kingdoms assumed her dead. Seizing the opportunity, they launched ruthless invasions to claim Greenblade¡¯s land for themselves. Without its legendary knight, Greenblade crumbled almost instantly. Yet, even after its fall, the war did not end. Runewood and Ironbloom turned their blades against each other, each desperate to seize as much territory as possible. Years have passed since that day, yet the battle rages on. Though fierce, the war remains somewhat restrained. The strongest warriors seen on the battlefield are Great Knights. Clashes between Silver Knights are rare, and only once did the Golden Knights of both kingdoms cross swords. The reason is simple¡ªmutual destruction. Both sides understand that an all-out war would only invite annihilation. If their strongest combatants were to fall, the once-mighty kingdoms would become easy prey for outsiders. True deterrence lies in the power of Golden and Legendary Knights. Without them, a kingdom is as good as defenseless. Beyond that, battles involving high-level knights tend to leave devastation in their wake. These warriors possess numerous life-saving techniques, and their fights drag on, turning entire battlefields to ruin. Only in battles where one side is overwhelmingly stronger do things end quickly. Take Edric, for example. He effortlessly killed Duke Stonefist, not because of luck or strategy, but because the power gap was too great. Edric was both a mage and a Golden Knight, wielding several formidable skills, including the legendary skill Energy Absorption and the golden-rank skill Magnetic Pull. These abilities made Edric far superior to his peers. Using Magnetic Pull combined with telekinesis, his own raw strength, and the explosive force of Energy Absorption, Edric annihilated the newly promoted Golden Knight Duke Stonefist in a single blow. The enemy, lacking enough life-saving treasures, perished instantly. The remaining two knights, witnessing this overwhelming might, fled without hesitation. They had no true reason to risk their lives. They weren¡¯t defending their homeland or fighting for a treasure they desperately desired. In such a situation, retreat was the logical choice. For all their power, Golden Knights are rarely brave. Those who live long enough to reach such heights do so by being cautious, not reckless. Only fools fight to the death against much stronger opponents when they have the option to escape and fight another day with more allies and a better strategy. ... Edric sighed as he lay in bed, feeling unwell. "I didn¡¯t know even Legendary Knights could get seasick¡­" he thought bitterly. A few days ago, he had boarded a legendary ship, leaving Silverflower Island for Greensun Island. With no pressing tasks at hand, there was no reason for him to stay in Silverflower any longer. A ship bound for Greenmoon had been ready to set sail. Among its passengers were a few Golden Knights from the three kingdoms, along with around a hundred Silver Knights and five hundred lesser-ranked knights. Edric had slipped aboard unnoticed¡ªby simply killing one of the Great Knights and taking his place. His shapeshifting skill was good, more than enough to conceal his true identity even from Golden Knights. Rising from the bed, he glanced inside his space ring. A few small piles of magic items lay inside¡ªspoils from his time in Elowen City. There was only one Golden-tier magic item, about sixty Silver-tier ones, and a few thousand of lower rank. In short, nothing truly useful to him. At this point, his regular combat power was already at the Legendary level. And in an emergency, he could temporarily achieve Mythic-tier strength by using his Self-Consumption skill¡ªpermanently sacrificing one of his abilities for an immense surge in power. Though he disliked losing skills permanently, he wouldn¡¯t hesitate when necessary. After all, he had plenty of skills that he barely used and wouldn¡¯t miss if he sacrificed them. "I should spawn new eggs on Greenmoon Island," he mused. There were already many waiting to hatch back on Silverflower Island, but he wasn¡¯t concerned. Those offspring carried basic memories and knew what to do upon birth. He had already left behind detailed instructions, as well as clothes, food, and money. The children he had already spawned were managing everything in his absence. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. "Those brats have Mythic-tier potential! In a few decades, many will break through to Golden rank. It''s safe to say that Silverflower Island is as good as mine in the long run!" His plan was simple¡ªtravel from island to island, leaving behind his offspring before eventually making his way to the Flicker Empire. "I won¡¯t leave for the Flicker Empire until I open the gate to the Abyss." Leaving for the Flicker Empire had always been his long-term plan, but now, with the Spawn skill in his arsenal, there was no rush. Instead, he would lay the foundation first, strengthening his hold on these islands. Only when he was absolutely certain of his safety would he take that final step. ... The legendary ship drifted silently across the vast sea. Weeks passed before they finally arrived at Greenmoon Island. The journey had taken longer than expected, as they had been forced to change course multiple times to avoid violent sea storms. But at last, they had reached their destination safely. It was a clear day without the slightest obstruction in the sky. Edric stepped out of his room, eager to see the green moon with his own eyes for the first time. Standing on the deck of the ship, he waited patiently for the sun to set. As the last light of the sun faded beyond the horizon, the moon rose. He gazed up, his eyes fixed on the piercing green light. His mind trembled as if the very essence of his thoughts was being pulled into its depths. It felt as though he were staring into a black hole¡ªhis vision and consciousness ensnared, unable to tear themselves away from the moon¡¯s eerie, otherworldly glow. Ding! Congratulations! Task Number 3 is now available! [Demon King of Greed]: Eliminate all traces of the Demon King of Greed¡¯s influence on Greenmoon Island. Time limit: 100 years. Reward: Super-grade chest. "Super-grade chest!" The system¡¯s alert snapped him out of his trance, but the task itself left him even more stunned than the moon¡¯s unsettling glow. "The system seems to have a strange obsession with demons¡­ So why is it suddenly asking me to erase the influence of one?" Edric frowned. Until now, many of his system¡¯s tasks had involved spreading the influence of the Demon King of Weirdness. But now, it was demanding he erase another demon king¡¯s presence. "Do the Demon Kings have some kind of rivalry? Is that why the system wants me to erase the Demon King of Greed¡¯s influence?" A chilling thought crossed his mind. "Does this mean¡­ the system itself is a creation of the Demon King of Weirdness?" His thoughts spiraled. If the system was an abyssal creation, then¡ªwas he an agent of the abyss? The realization sent shivers down his spine. He had always assumed that his system was a standard gift given to transmigrators by some higher power. But now, it seemed like everything¡ªthe missions, the rewards, the abilities¡ªwas just a tool to serve the abyss. More specifically, the Demon King of Weirdness. "Damn it¡­ The clues were always there! How did I not see it?" His unnatural lack of compassion. The thrill he felt in bloodshed. His growing tendency toward evil. The system¡¯s relentless push for him to spawn demonic offspring. Even the task to open a gate to the abyss¡ªit all pointed to one thing. "I¡¯m not just an agent of the abyss¡­ I might actually be a part of it!" Edric¡¯s hands clenched as he stared out at the sea, completely lost. The children he had spawned once told him something strange¡ªthat he and the Demon King of Weirdness were the same. "Could it be¡­ that I¡¯m actually a Demon King myself and I just don¡¯t remember it?" Closing his eyes, he desperately tried to dig into the depths of his memory. But no matter how hard he searched¡­ nothing came. If he was a Demon King, he certainly didn¡¯t have any of the power that should come with it. "Could it be that the system¡­" Edric¡¯s eyes widened in realization. "The system¡­ What if the system itself is the Demon King of Weirdness¡ªusing me as a medium to act in this world?" He stared at the innocent-looking system panel, his heart pounding in his chest. "There¡¯s no way to confirm any of this! Damn it!" A sigh escaped his lips. He was too weak to interfere with something on the level of Demon Kings. Even if he had suspicions, what could he do? Ding! Congratulations! Task Number 4 is now available! [Amnesia]: Forget everything from the last two hours. Time limit: 1 second. Completion reward: None. Non-completion punishment: Loss of memory from the last two hours. Non-completion reward: A Super-ranked skill. "What?" Edric¡¯s eyes widened in shock. Ding! You failed to complete the task [Amnesia]! The non-completion punishment has been successfully implemented! The skill [Mental Fortitude (Extreme)] has been granted to you. Edric blinked, looking around in confusion. "What¡¯s going on? How did I get here?" He glanced up at the sky. The moon was green. That meant¡­ they had arrived at Greenmoon Island? "Wait¡­ an extreme-ranked skill? How did I get it?" His heart turned cold. This was the first time something like this had happened. "Did I sleepwalk?" Feeling uneasy, he quickly made his way back to his room. The legendary ship was massive, with exclusive quarters for every knight on board. Opening his system panel, he found¡­ nothing. No records, no logs. Frowning, he checked the new skill''s details. [Mental Fortitude (Extreme)]: Grants the host immunity to mental influences from all forces weaker than Extreme rank. Greatly increases resistance to mental influences from those of Extreme rank. Sitting on his bed, Edric felt an unsettling sense of gloom wash over him. "Something happened. But I don¡¯t remember what." For hours, he racked his mind, trying to uncover any traces of lost memories. But no matter how hard he thought, he found nothing. In the end, he could only push it to the back of his mind. "I just hope I don¡¯t sleepwalk again." With a sigh, he decided to set aside everything that had happened tonight. He stood up and stepped out of his room. Today, they were finally setting foot on Greenmoon Island. Chapter 78 Under the Cursed Moonlight Greenmoon Island is vast¡ªdespite being called an "island," its size is anything but small. Everything is relative. Compared to the Flicker Empire, both the Silver Flower and Greenmoon Islands are mere fragments of land. However, when measured against the continents of a planet like the Earth, these islands are still remarkably large. As one of the largest islands in the region, traveling across Greenmoon without magical infrastructure would be a slow and arduous journey. Fortunately, magic exists. Each major city is equipped with enchanted formations capable of transmitting messages across great distances. While activating these formations requires costly mana crystals, they are indispensable in times of emergency. And the sudden arrival of several Golden Knights from a neighboring island certainly qualified as an emergency. Though an invasion was unlikely, no one knew their true intentions. Leaving foreign Golden Knights to their own devices was an unwise gamble at best. ... Upon receiving the news, the Runewood Empire wasted no time, dispatching five of their own Golden Knights to receive the envoys. On the Flower Island¡¯s side, their ship docked smoothly. Of the six knights aboard, five disembarked, prepared to meet with the leaders of Greenmoon¡¯s two kingdoms. Their mission? To inquire about the whereabouts of the missing queen of Greenblade Country. ... Edric gazed at the moon. Its light green light bore down on him, as if trying to pierce through his mind. Yet, something within him resisted¡ªcompletely blocking its influence. "Is this the work of my ''Mental Fortitude'' skill?" he wondered. Having an Extreme-ranked skill was certainly a blessing, but the fact that he had no idea why he possessed it was deeply unsettling. He sighed. Overthinking wouldn¡¯t help. As always, when faced with something beyond his control, he pushed it to the back of his mind. "First things first¡ªfinding a good place to spawn the eggs." This was his most crucial objective on the island. As long as he successfully laid his Mythic-grade eggs¡ªand as long as they hatched¡ªhis long-term control over this land would be all but assured. With that goal in mind, he moved forward. With his power, no one could stop him. No one could even perceive him. His disguise skill alone was enough to deceive all Golden-ranked individuals. Even among the Legendary rank, unless they specialized in detection or were paying close attention, they wouldn¡¯t notice him at all. ... During his journey, Edric neither rode a horse nor took a carriage. He didn¡¯t even fly. He wanted to push the recent event to the back of his mind, but he couldn''t; it was too unsettling to ignore. His mind had been preoccupied with his recent episode of amnesia. He had no recollection of what had happened or how he had obtained the Mental Fortitude skill. To clear his thoughts, he chose to walk for a few days instead of flying; after all, the cooldown for his spawn skill still had a long way to go, and he had time for a short rest. The roads were mostly paved and bustling with activity. Travelers rode past him on horseback or in large caravans, making his solitary figure stand out. Yet, while a lone traveler on foot was an unusual sight, people minded their own business. No one stopped him. No one asked questions. The major roads under the Runewood Kingdom¡¯s control were relatively safe. Banditry was rare. Even after five days of walking, Edric hadn¡¯t encountered a single one. As a Legendary knight and mage, he had long surpassed mortal needs. Food, water, sleep¡ªeven air¡ªwere no longer necessities. He continued walking, not stopping for anything. Every night, distant screams echoed from deep within the woods. But he paid no mind. He was too focused, too lost in his thoughts¡ªtrying, desperately, to remember. Suddenly, he stopped! He looked up at the moon. It felt unnatural. Hostile. "Is it fixed on me alone?" He narrowed his eyes at the eerie celestial body. "It¡¯s like it¡¯s trying to invade my mind. But if it¡¯s this aggressive, how are these weaker people still alive?" From the moment he set foot on this land, he had felt it¡ªa sinister presence. Something unseen. Something that loathed him. Yet, it could not harm him. It was like a starving beast, separated from its prey by an unbreakable wall¡ªglaring, growling, waiting. "According to the system, the demon that tainted this land is the Demon King of Greed¡­ but I never imagined a demon¡¯s influence could be this strong, even in the main world." His brows furrowed. It was strange. The Flicker Empire should have quarantined Greenmoon Island long ago. He had read many books on magic, demons, and the workings of the world. He knew that areas too deeply corrupted by demonic influence were always sealed off. Yet, Greenmoon remained unchecked. The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. "Is the Empire underestimating the spread of demonic corruption?" A chilling thought crept into his mind. "Could there already be Demon Kings lurking in this world?" But if the Demon King of Greed had truly entered this world, Edric would already be dead. Yet, the way the Green Moon hated him, the way it bore down on him like a predator sizing up its prey¡­ "Or perhaps¡­ it doesn¡¯t want to kill me." "Maybe it wants to consume me." He looked up again. For a brief moment, he swore he saw it¡ªthe moon¡¯s glow twisting, shifting, forming an abyss. A void that wanted to pull him in. Fortunately, the shield protecting his mind held firm. He looked away, secretly grateful for ''Mental Fortitude.'' It didn¡¯t matter where it came from; it was certainly a very useful skill. "Even if the Green Moon¡¯s influence on others isn¡¯t as severe as it is on me, there¡¯s no way it doesn¡¯t have a terrible effect on the people here," Edric thought. Logically, this island should have been crawling with bandits. In most places, bandits were often driven by hunger and desperation, but plenty of them simply chose that path out of greed and laziness¡ªit was the easier way to get rich. If the moon¡¯s corruption stirred negative emotions, then Greenmoon Island should have had far more bandits than somewhere like Silver Flower. Yet, there were almost none. "Maybe the rulers here crack down on them harder? Do they regularly purge them?" As he walked, a sound cut through his thoughts¡ªthe distant cries of a child. Screaming. Crying. For days, Edric had ignored these noises. But now, curiosity got the better of him. Others heard it too. Travelers on the road stiffened at the sound, but none showed the slightest desire to investigate. He followed the voice. Whatever was making the sound, he didn¡¯t believe it could be anything beyond Mythic rank. The farther he walked, the louder the cries became¡ªpiercing, unnatural. Then, a voice spoke. ¡°What a strong man.¡± He turned his head. Not far from him stood a woman. She was deathly pale, almost paper-white. Aside from that, she looked¡­ ordinary. Maybe a little more beautiful than most. Edric narrowed his eyes. ¡°Hmm¡­ you¡¯re a ghost?¡± His lips curled into a smirk. ¡°This is the first time I¡¯ve seen one.¡± The woman licked her lips. ¡°So brave. You¡¯re just my type.¡± Her gaze shimmered with hunger. ¡°I can feel the power inside you.¡± Edric let out a small chuckle. "So this is why there are no bandits." It all made sense now. "With ghosts roaming the forests, no bandit could set up camp out here." His curiosity deepened. ¡°What are your limitations? Are you bound to stay in the forest? Why don¡¯t you attack the caravans? There are plenty of people passing through the roads, you know.¡± The ghost¡¯s expression darkened. ¡°Food doesn¡¯t ask questions,¡± she said as she stepped toward him. Edric sighed. Without hesitation, he cast a Silver-level brainwashing spell. At Legendary rank, Silver spells required no incantations¡ªhe could cast them instantly. The ghost¡¯s expression shifted in an instant. The hunger in her eyes vanished, replaced by reverence. She fell to her knees. ¡°My king!¡± she said, her voice trembling with respect. ¡°Talk,¡± Edric commanded. ¡°Answer my questions.¡± This ghost, though powerful, was no more than Great rank at best. Silver Knights would struggle to kill her, as their internal energy was too cold and unsuitable for dealing with spirit bodies. Golden internal energy, however, would fry ghosts like her instantly. The ghost hesitated but spoke. ¡°My king¡­ we are not allowed to cross the boundary. If we break the treaty, we will be severely punished.¡± Edric¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Who would punish you?¡± The ghost¡¯s entire body stiffened. ¡°This¡­ My king, she will not let me live if I speak her name! She has placed a secrecy mark on me¡­¡± Her voice trembled with pure terror. Edric exhaled sharply. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. Just say it.¡± The ghost¡¯s face suddenly relaxed. All fear drained from her expression. Her king had given an order. She was completely loyal to Edric¡ªready to give her life for him without hesitation. ¡°She is called the Queen of Greenblade¡­¡± the ghost began. ¡°She appeared only recently¡­ She made a deal with the humans¡­ We are only allowed in uninhabited places¡ª Ahhh!¡± Suddenly, flames erupted beneath her. Ghostly white fire licked at her form, slowly consuming her. Edric¡¯s eyes narrowed. "A Legendary-level curse!" The flames intensified, threatening to swallow the ghost whole¡ª But Edric stepped forward. He pressed his palm against her forehead, activating Energy Absorption. The fire vanished instantly. The Energy Absorption skill was a bane to most curses¡ªit devoured the mana fueling them, nullifying their effects. However¡­ Edric didn¡¯t remove his hand. The moment he did, the curse would return. "A Legendary curse¡­ Energy Absorption can only suppress it temporarily," he analyzed. Thanks to his many skills, including Mana Detection and Energy Absorption, he immediately understood the nature of the curse. If not for them, even a Legendary Mage like him¡ªwithout a proper counter-curse spell¡ªwouldn¡¯t have been able to stop it. Sure, he possessed some demonic spells, but he was extremely unwilling to use them. ¡°Thank you, my king!¡± the ghost said, her voice filled with gratitude. Edric nodded. ¡°Now, tell me¡ªhow did the Queen of Greenblade become the Queen of Ghosts?¡± ¡°She drank from the Fountain of Greed,¡± the ghost answered. Edric¡¯s expression darkened. ¡°Explain.¡± ¡°The Fountain of Greed appears once every few decades¡­ It is almost always taken by the Knights of the Flicker Empire. But this time¡­ by chance, they didn¡¯t take all of it. The Queen drank what was left behind¡­ and transformed herself into a ghost.¡± Edric¡¯s thoughts raced. "So that¡¯s why they didn¡¯t seal this place¡­ They want the Fountain of Greed to remain accessible. If they sealed the island, they wouldn¡¯t be able to return and claim it again." His gaze sharpened. ¡°Where is it? How can I find it?¡± If he wanted to eliminate the Demon King of Greed¡¯s influence¡­ Then the Fountain of Greed was the key. ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t know, my king! This is far beyond me!¡± the female ghost said, trembling. Edric nodded. He hadn¡¯t expected a mere Great-level ghost to know much. ¡°Then tell me¡ªwhat are the benefits of being a ghost?¡± Though he had no intention of becoming one himself, it wouldn¡¯t hurt to know. ¡°We ghosts live ten times longer than humans of the same rank,¡± she explained. ¡°We also have a natural affinity for magic, can phase through objects, alter our forms, and require nothing to survive. In combat, we are generally stronger than humans of equal rank.¡± Edric raised an eyebrow. ¡°And the downsides?¡± She hesitated before answering. ¡°Not being able to eat or sleep¡­ it feels wrong, even if we no longer need those things. Advancement beyond our current strength is nearly impossible. The sun burns us. And¡­¡± she paused, her voice tinged with sorrow. ¡°We can never truly enjoy anything.¡± Edric studied her carefully. ¡°What¡¯s the difference between ghosts and demons?¡± The ghost¡¯s expression twisted in disgust. ¡°Demons? They are creatures of the Abyss! Filthy, chaotic, mindless beings! To compare us to them is an insult!¡± she spat. Edric smirked. ¡°Yeah, but you were created by the Greenmoon¡¯s influence¡ªwhich comes from a demonic infection. That means, in a way, you are demons¡­ just with a diluted bloodline, right?¡± ¡°NO! No, my king, that cannot be true!¡± she cried, shaking her head violently. ¡°We are not demons! They are savage beasts¡ªdirty, mindless barbarians! We are beautiful and cultured!¡± She spoke with pride¡ªa strange arrogance for someone moments away from destruction. Edric simply smiled. ¡°Alright. Thank you for your answers.¡± Then, without hesitation¡ªhe removed his hand. The flames roared back to life, stronger than before. "Ahhhhhh!" The ghost let out a piercing scream as she was consumed entirely, her form turning to nothingness. Edric watched in silence. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away. Chapter 79 A Knock at the Door Rather than returning to the road, Edric chose a different path. According to the female ghost, the roads were safe. But Edric was strong¡ªstrong enough to protect himself. He had no need for the road¡¯s safety. Step by step, he ventured deeper into the forest, swallowed by complete darkness. The pale green moonlight barely pierced through the dense canopy. But darkness meant nothing to Edric. Everything was as clear as day to his eyes. From time to time, wild, starving predators¡ªboth animals and ghosts¡ªset their sights on him. Yet, none ever reached him. They perished before they could even lay a hand on him. ... After five days of wandering through the forest, Edric still hadn¡¯t encountered a single Silver-ranked ghost. After his encounter with the female ghost, he had expected Silver-ranked ghosts to be more common than this. "I''m hiding my aura, so they should assume I''m just an ordinary person¡­ Then why are there so few high-ranking ghosts?" He frowned, feeling a tinge of disappointment. Over the past few days, countless Average and Great-ranked ghosts had attacked him, along with a few Great-ranked beasts. The beasts, lacking intelligence, were swiftly slain. As for the ghosts, he had attempted to interrogate them, but none knew more than the female ghost he had spoken to days ago. "It seems I should take this more seriously," he thought. Up until now, he had simply been walking, hoping to stumble upon powerful ghosts. He had made no real effort to seek them out. But with his skills and rank, if he truly tried, finding a Silver-ranked ghost would be easy. "Flight!" Muttering the spell, he soared into the sky. Once airborne, he activated mana detection. Ghosts were magical mages, overflowing with mana¡ªif there was a Silver-ranked one nearby, he would find it. Gliding through the night sky, it took him only five minutes to sense a powerful Silver-grade mana signature emanating from deep within the forest. Smirking, he shot toward it at full speed. ... Orrin was once a Silver Knight. Unfortunately, he had died in battle. His soul had nearly dissipated, fading into nothingness, but by sheer luck, a trace of aura from the Greed Fountain had contaminated him, transforming him into a Silver-ranked ghost. That was a long time ago. How long exactly? He had no idea. After awakening as a Silver-ranked ghost, Orrin wandered into the depths of the forest and decided to build a permanent wooden house where he could live in solitude¡ªand that¡¯s exactly what he did. With the rise of the Greenblade Queen recently, things had changed. Ghosts, once wild and untamed, were now bound by her will, forced to follow her laws and respect treaties with humans¡ªagreements that outlined territorial rights, obligations, and responsibilities. But for Orrin, none of that mattered. He was just a simple, reclusive ghost, living in isolation deep within the forest. Unlike others of his kind, he never hunted humans. Not because he was noble or righteous¡ªfar from it. In life, he had been a ruthless bandit chief, a killer of many. But he knew the truth about ghosts and their so-called hunger. Ask any low-ranked ghost, and they would swear that consuming human souls was necessary for survival¡ªthat without them, they would suffer an unbearable hunger, a torment beyond imagination. Only half of that was true. Ghosts did feel hunger if they did not consume human souls. But they wouldn¡¯t die from it. A ghost could live its entire existence without ever devouring a single soul. The reason so many ghosts believed otherwise was the same reason drug addicts thought they would die without their fix. Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. Not that human souls were like drugs to ghosts. They were simply the most efficient, nourishing, and¡ªabove all¡ªpleasurable source of sustenance. So pleasurable that once a ghost tasted one, resisting the urge for more became nearly impossible. The forbidden fruit. Those who never consumed human souls had an easier time resisting. But for those who indulged even once? The dam broke, and there was no rebuilding it. That was why Orrin had stayed away. He knew himself too well. The moment he took even a single soul, he would never stop. He would no longer be content tending to his quiet life. He would become a hunter, forever chasing prey. Instead, he chose solitude. Rather than feasting on humans, he sustained himself on the lifeforce of trees. It was tasteless, far from satisfying, but it was enough to keep him alive and maintain his Silver rank. In his free time, he tended to his small garden outside his home and wrote poetry. Over the countless years, he had filled over a thousand books. In life, he had only become a Silver Knight because of his legendary talent¡ªhe had been pushed into it. But it had never been his passion. His true love had always been nature¡¯s beauty and the art of poetry. Once, as a human, he had even dreamed of romance. But now, as a ghost, he knew better. He had heard the stories. Every attempt at love between ghosts ended in misery. To put it simply, ghosts were not meant for romance. It always ended with one killing the other. Just as he avoided humans, Orrin also kept his distance from other ghosts. There were downsides, of course¡ªone of the worst being his endless hunger for more. More poetry books, more lifeforce, more of anything that caught his interest. It was an unquenchable thirst, a side effect of being tainted by Greed Essence. Ghosts born from greed were never truly satisfied. No matter how much they had, they always craved more of what they cherished most. But Orrin had learned to control those urges. He had trained himself to resist, to keep his desires in check. He knew he could never feel true satisfaction¡ªno ghost of greed ever could¡ªbut he had pushed himself as close to it as possible. And for him, that was enough. ... Orrin opened his eyes, awakening from a deep sleep. "What an amazing dream¡­ A shame it was just a dream," he thought with a sigh. Ghosts had no bodies, no eyes, no need for sleep, and certainly no dreams. That was their natural state¡ªthe factory setting, so to speak. But factory settings could be changed. As a Silver-ranked mage, Orrin instinctively knew many spells. Given enough time, he could even create new ones, unique only to him. And so he did. He crafted Silver spells that granted him a temporary physical body and allowed him to sleep¡ªto dream. He dreamed of whatever he wished. He had even attempted to create spells to suppress his greed. Unfortunately, they had little effect. The curse of his greed was too deeply ingrained, too powerful to be solved with mere Silver-grade magic. Likewise, he had tried spells to restore human emotions, to allow himself to feel true satisfaction again. He had even tried to rekindle the ability to love¡ªto make romance possible once more. Most of those attempts failed. Now, he had a physical body, yet he remained too afraid to return to human society. The first reason was simple¡ªthe Greenblade Queen had forbidden it. The second was that deep down, he knew that if he stayed among humans for too long, he would break the taboo, lose control, and taste the forbidden fruit. Knock. Knock. Knock. "Hmm? What the hell?" Orrin frowned. As a ghost, he could sense everything within a hundred-meter radius. Yet, according to his instincts, there was nothing outside. And yet, someone had knocked. That could only mean one thing¡ªwhoever was out there had the ability to evade the detection of a Silver-ranked ghost. A feat far beyond the abilities of ordinary Silver ranks. Slowly, he stepped toward the door. His expression remained calm. A small defensive formation surrounded his home, giving him the advantage in any battle. Whether the door was open or closed mattered little. If something was coming, he would be ready. Then, he opened the door. Standing before him was a boy, no older than seventeen or eighteen, with striking red hair and vivid green eyes. "Who are you?" Orrin''s voice carried a cautious edge. Something about this boy was unnatural. Even though Orrin could see him with his eyes, his senses detected nothing. It was as if the boy did not exist, as if he were more of a ghost than Orrin himself. The boy smiled sheepishly. "I am Edric, a humble fruit picker. I got lost in the forest after being distracted by a beautiful pink butterfly! Could you please let me in?" His expression turned pitiful, his eyes pleading as if he were helpless. Orrin narrowed his gaze. "A fruit picker? Lost? In this part of the forest?" There were only two possibilities. One¡ªEdric was far more powerful than he appeared, deliberately concealing his strength. In that case, rejecting him might be unwise. Two¡ªhe possessed a unique ability that allowed him to remain undetectable. If so, Orrin needed to learn more about it. After a brief pause, he stepped aside. "Hmm¡­ Alright, come in." "Thank you!" Edric beamed and walked inside without hesitation. As the door shut behind him, Edric turned. "What''s your name?" "Orrin." "Nice to meet you, Orrin! Sorry I didn¡¯t bring anything as a gift!" Edric said casually, while Orrin fought to keep his mind from wandering to dangerous thoughts¡ªthoughts of devouring this boy¡¯s soul. "No. Stay in control," he thought. Edric suddenly clapped his hands together. "Orrin, I have a few questions!" Orrin stared at him, resisting the urge to scoff. "This brat¡­ He just walked into my home, asking for shelter, and now he wants to interrogate me? Shouldn¡¯t I be the one asking the questions?!" But in the end, curiosity and caution won over irritation. He crossed his arms and smirked. "Of course. What do you want to ask?" Chapter 80 Silver vs. Legend "What do you know about the Fountain of Greed?" Edric asked. "What?" Orrin was taken aback. He had suspected that the young man before him was no ordinary human, but a powerful individual concealing his true strength. However, he hadn¡¯t expected Edric¡ªwho had been so careful in maintaining his disguise¡ªto suddenly ask a question that completely shattered it. Ordinarily, one couldn¡¯t determine a knight¡¯s strength just by looking at them. But this wasn¡¯t an absolute rule. Ghosts, in particular, possessed an innate ability to sense life force. The stronger the knight, the greater their life energy, making it possible to estimate their rank. Mages, too, had spells that could detect a knight¡¯s power. Orrin was a ghost, and he happened to know two silver-ranked spells capable of gauging an opponent¡¯s strength. He had secretly used both on Edric. Yet, he found nothing. This meant only two possibilities¡ªeither Edric was truly an ordinary human, or he was strong enough to completely resist silver-ranked detection spells. Before, Orrin had been uncertain. But after hearing that question, he knew the truth. Edric was far beyond him. Understanding this, Orrin answered, "I heard it last appeared in the Northern Ocean, a few hundred miles off the Green Volcano." Edric nodded, then said, with a serious tone, "Stay still, okay? I¡¯m going to try something." Orrin subtly tightened his grip on a defensive spell crystal, ready to activate a protective formation at a moment¡¯s notice. Outwardly, however, he simply nodded. Edric was no ordinary mage¡ªhe was a legend. He had mastered many silver-ranked spells, and thanks to his now-upgraded talent, he had even modified and improved several of them. His brainwashing spells, in particular, were far more effective than before. But against Orrin, he wasn¡¯t sure if they would work. Orrin was a ghost. His spiritual and magical defenses were incredibly strong. Edric had no trouble brainwashing silver-ranked knights, but silver-ranked mages were different¡ªespecially silver-ranked ghosts. Their resistance to such spells was naturally high. Even with his legendary red mana, a silver-ranked spell was still just a silver-ranked spell. No matter how much he enhanced it, there was a limit to its power. Mana was like fuel. No matter what kind of fuel one poured into an ordinary car¡ªbe it jet fuel, rocket fuel, or even nuclear fuel¡ªthe car would never exceed its mechanical limits. To go beyond, the vehicle itself had to be upgraded. But Edric hadn¡¯t reached the golden talent yet. Creating golden-ranked spells wasn¡¯t something he could accomplish in a short time. So, for now, he had to make do with enhanced silver spells. Despite being a legendary mage, Edric lacked a single non-demonic spell capable of controlling a silver-ranked ghost like Orrin. For a legendary rank, this was a rather shameful flaw. However, it was understandable¡ªafter all, he had ascended like a comet, leaving him with little time to study and master spells. Other legendary mages spent centuries refining their craft, ensuring they had no such weaknesses. Of course, Edric did possess a skill¡ª"Mind Manipulation." It allowed him to control anyone below golden rank instantly and without mana cost, so long as they lacked golden or higher-tier mental defenses. But he didn¡¯t want to use it. Orrin was nothing more than an insect before him, and Edric was having too much fun playing with him. Pouring his legendary mana into the spell formation, Edric swiftly cast "King¡¯s Decree." This spell, personally enhanced by him, made its target perceive the caster as their rightful king. It was the same spell he had used on the female ghost earlier. "Quadruple-Boosted King¡¯s Decree!" Edric chanted, activating his Double Spell skill at the same time. Double Spell skill was independent of the ordinary spell multiplier, and its effect was nothing short of extraordinary. There was a reason it was classified as a legendary skill. You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. A double-cast, quadruple-boosted spell meant that Edric¡¯s silver-ranked "King¡¯s Decree" had been pushed to an unfathomable level. Though it hadn¡¯t crossed the golden threshold, it had reached the absolute pinnacle of silver-ranked spells. For most silver mages, casting a double-boosted spell¡ªlet alone a quadruple Spell¡ªwould take several seconds of careful preparation. But Edric, with his legendary red mana, unleashed it in just a hundredth of a second. For a legendary mage, silver-ranked spells were simply too easy. Before Orrin could react, "King¡¯s Decree" struck him. "Sh*t!" A fraction of a second later, Orrin felt an overwhelming sense of danger. He immediately cast "Dispel Magic," but it had no effect. Edric¡¯s spell had already latched onto his soul, attempting to worm its way into his mind. But Orrin resisted. A ghost¡¯s soul and mind were far harder to manipulate than those of a silver-ranked knight. Edric¡¯s spell was at its absolute peak¡ªa silver spell pushed to its limits¡ªbut it still failed to breach Orrin¡¯s defenses. The spell failed. All of this transpired in less than a tenth of a second. Realizing that Edric was now a confirmed threat, Orrin no longer held back. He immediately activated the formation¡¯s power, attempting to suppress Edric and buy himself time to escape. Even though he had resisted Edric¡¯s spell, Orrin had no intention of fighting. Resisting that kind of mental manipulation had already been difficult. Considering that his strongest trait was his mental and spiritual defenses, the idea of actually defeating Edric was nothing more than a delusion. To Orrin, Edric was a monster in human skin. Casting such a powerful silver-ranked spell in an instant¡ªwithout preparation¡ªimplied that he was at least a golden-ranked mage who, for some reason, was still using silver magic. A silver mage could never defeat a golden mage. Edric simply stood there, deep in thought. "As expected¡­ No matter how much I boost silver spells, they still have limits. I must upgrade my spells to the golden rank or find a new golden-rank magic spellbook." As things stood now, even though he was a legendary mage, his actual mage-related combat power was far weaker than it should be. This was the weakness of mages. When knights advance to the legendary rank, they gain overwhelming physical strength and raw power, allowing them to fight at full capacity without relying on advanced techniques. But mages? A legendary mage cannot wield legendary-level combat power without corresponding legendary-ranked spells. Orrin was getting farther and farther away. Edric watched him go and smirked. "What an interesting ghost. He''s nothing like that female ghost from before¡­ much more civilized." But he couldn¡¯t let him leave. For now, he didn''t want anyone who had interacted with him to walk away. Still, killing him wasn¡¯t necessary. Edric had been trying to suppress his darker urges lately. Killing a peaceful, intelligent being¡ªghost or not¡ªwhen other options were available felt¡­ exhilarating. That is exactly why he chose not to do it. So, instead, he activated his golden-ranked skill. "Mind Manipulation." Orrin, who had been fleeing at full speed, suddenly stopped. "Answer my questions," Edric commanded. "Yes," Orrin responded emotionlessly. "Where did the Fountain of Greed last appear, and where will it appear next?" "It last appeared two hundred miles north of the Green Volcano, in the middle of the Northern Ocean. As for where it will appear next, I don¡¯t know," Orrin replied. He pressed further. "How are ghosts created? How does one become one?" He already had a strong suspicion, but he wanted confirmation. "The only way to become a ghost is to be contaminated by the Fountain of Greed," Orrin stated flatly. "Every few decades, when the Flicker Empire arrives, they scatter small amounts of the Fountain¡¯s water in various locations across Greenmoon Island. Their reasons are unknown, but that is why we exist." "Interesting." Edric thought. "Now," he commanded, "tell me the locations of all the ghosts you know. Also, give me any magic books you have, along with all the silver-ranked spells you know." Without hesitation, Orrin began speaking¡ªholding nothing back. ... "Why am I here?" Orrin stood in his garden, confused. He couldn¡¯t remember why he was outside. "Wait¡­ why is the defensive formation activated? Something happened!" Panic surged through him as he bolted toward his house, determined to find the cause. But after a thorough check, he found nothing. "A malfunction?" Doubt lingered, but he decided to inspect the formation immediately. Yet, there was no problem. Everything was functioning perfectly. For hours, he searched for clues, trying to piece together what had happened. But no matter how much he thought, he found absolutely nothing. A cold realization crept over him. "I need to leave." The most logical explanation was that a golden-ranked mage had come, done something to him, and then erased his memories. "But why would a golden-ranked mage be interested in me?" A shiver ran through his spectral form. Not wasting another second, Orrin gathered his things and left immediately. He had no idea what had been done to him, but there was no way he was going to stay here and wait for that mage to return. His next course of action was clear¡ªhe would seek out one of the golden-ranked ghosts he knew and ask her to inspect his soul for any abnormalities. Despite his reclusive nature, Orrin was well-connected and familiar with many golden-ranked ghosts. ... Meanwhile, Edric floated in the sky, glancing at the long list scribbled onto a piece of parchment. A list of every silver and golden-ranked ghost¡¯s location¡ªall obtained from Orrin. "I really didn¡¯t expect such an isolated ghost, hidden deep in the jungle, to know so many golden-ranked ghosts." "It seems ghosts are more social than I thought." And with that, he vanished into the clouds. Chapter 81 The Sunbathing Ghost Edric sought the origins of the Fountain of Greed, and the best way to uncover the truth was to interrogate high-ranking ghosts. Among them, the highest rank besides the Queen of Greenblade herself were the golden-ranked ghosts. However, taming and interrogating a golden-ranked ghost was no simple task. Edric lacked the magic, skills, or equipment necessary to brainwash them. That left only one option¡ªthe old-fashioned way. If necessary, he would resort to torture to extract the answers he needed. His legendary-ranked spells were practically nonexistent, and his other spells were far too weak to manipulate a golden-ranked ghost¡¯s mind. But when it came to raw power, that was a different story. Ghosts were immune to physical attacks, but his internal energy, which was legendary rank, could easily obliterate them. The real challenge wasn¡¯t killing them¡ªit was capturing them alive and forcing them to talk. And that was infinitely more difficult. Looking down, Edric spotted his target. A woman in a white dress lay sunbathing, basking in the sunshine. Ghosts couldn¡¯t endure sunlight. Unless their rank was high enough to form specialized physical bodies. These bodies acted as shields, allowing them to move freely under the sun. But what exactly were the sun and the moon? Edric had no answer. He didn¡¯t understand why the Demon King of Greed¡¯s corruption had only tainted the moon, nor why ghosts were unable to walk beneath the sunlight. These mysteries were beyond his current knowledge and rank. What he did know, however, was that the ghost before him was using her physical form to protect her true self from being burned away by the sun. That was his opportunity. If he could tear her soul from that body, even for a moment, the sunlight would sear it. Maybe not enough to destroy her¡ªbut enough to weaken her, making her far easier to capture. "I should use a demonic spell..." He shook his head. No. That path always left him more twisted, more violent. He was already tied too closely to the demons. He couldn¡¯t afford to let their influence seep any deeper. "I¡¯ll do this the hard way." ... The ghost resided inside a castle, surrounded by patrols of armored specters. They lined the walls, stationed like sentries, their numbers overwhelming. Every single one had a physical body shielding them from the sun¡¯s wrath. Edric frowned. "So this type of physical form isn¡¯t as rare as I thought¡­" For days, he had encountered silver and great-ranked ghosts, but not one of them had possessed a body that could resist the sun. Yet here, in a single place, he saw hundreds. "That golden-ranked ghost must have a technique to create these bodies," Edric mused. "Fine. Take this!" Edric drew his Mythal Lance. He poured his legendary-ranked internal energy into it¡ªred as blood, thrumming with deadly force¡ªand swung. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. The castle¡¯s defenses activated instantly. A golden-rank formation flared to life, a barrier shimmering in the air. But against a Mythic weapon? It may as well have been paper. The lance, designed for piercing rather than slashing, cleaved through the golden-rank formation with ease. The barrier shattered upon impact. A clean cut. The walls of the castle split in two, severed in a single strike. Blunt force caused destruction. Clean cuts were precise, swift, and effortless. Edric¡¯s lance, honed with legendary energy, sliced through stone and steel as if they were butter. Everything directly in its path was obliterated¡ªyet everything outside of its arc remained untouched. It all happened in an instant. The formation, the walls, the very structure of the castle¡ªall cut in half. No resistance. No struggle. For a few moments, no one even realized what had happened. The cuts were too precise. The walls and buildings, though severed, did not immediately collapse. Then, a scream broke the silence. ¡°Enemy attack!¡± The golden-ranked ghost, the one who had been sunbathing, leaped to her feet and shouted. She had been the one maintaining the defensive formation, so she was the first to sense its destruction. The guards hesitated for a split second, confused¡ªthen sprang into action. And then¡­ the walls began to fall. One by one, the buildings¡ªeach cleanly severed¡ªstarted to collapse. In mere seconds, the entire castle crumbled into ruin. For someone of Edric¡¯s level, destroying a castle was effortless. A legendary-ranked warrior wielding a Mythic weapon¡­ such devastation was a trivial feat. Beyond the golden rank, beings could no longer be considered human. For them, reducing entire cities to rubble was simple. Edric found himself smiling, enjoying the sight of destruction a little too much. His voice rang out across the ruins. ¡°Is there a ghost named Alexandria here?¡± He had learned the name from Orrin. The ghost he sought¡ªAlexandria, the sunbathing ghost¡ªhesitated for only a moment before stepping forward. She was no fool. The man before her was a legendary knight, wielding a weapon that could tear through anything in its path. Even as a golden-ranked ghost with powerful magic, she didn¡¯t believe she could fight him. Mages were versatile, yes. But versatility alone couldn¡¯t bridge the gap between ranks. She might have a chance to flee¡­ but was it worth the risk? No. Not unless she had no other choice. With a calm yet cautious expression, she emerged from the rubble. Her physical body, only silver-ranked, had withstood the collapse without serious damage. ¡°Your honor,¡± she said, her voice measured, ¡°may I ask what business you have with me?¡± Edric grinned. ¡°Just a few simple questions.¡± He raised his Mythic lance and pointed it at her. ¡°First question¡ªwhere is Queen Greenblade?¡± At that, Alexandria¡¯s cautious expression shifted into one of pure astonishment. ¡°Your honor is looking for my master?¡± She hesitated for only a moment before quickly adding, ¡°Please, wait here for a few hours. I will summon her at once.¡± Despite her composed response, her mind raced. Queen Greenblade had once been a legendary knight when she was alive. But after becoming a ghost, she had transcended even that power. Now, she was both a legendary-ranked knight and a mage. Among all legendary-rank beings, she was undoubtedly one of the strongest. For this man to request an audience with her meant one of two things. First, he was supremely confident in his strength. That wasn¡¯t impossible, especially considering he wielded a Mythic weapon¡ªperhaps he believed he could stand against Queen Greenblade herself. Second, he was simply too arrogant to understand the danger he was walking into. Either way, Alexandria didn¡¯t particularly care. Though Alexandria was forced to recognize Queen Greenblade as her master, she held no true loyalty to her. It didn¡¯t matter to her who won¡ªwhether it was the man before her or the queen herself. No matter the outcome, she would find a way to reap the benefits. Summoning Queen Greenblade now, as the knight requested, was the safest choice. It allowed her to escape this situation without risking her life. Seeing how compliant Alexandria was, Edric was momentarily taken aback. He had expected resistance. He had even prepared to torture her if necessary. But she surrendered to his request so easily¡­ it almost felt unnatural. ¡°Fine. Call her while I wait here,¡± Edric said, offering no further questions. There was no point in interrogating Alexandria. No matter what she said, her knowledge would pale in comparison to that of Queen Greenblade herself. So instead, he would wait and question the queen directly. He wasn¡¯t afraid. If it came down to it, he was prepared to use his self-consumption skill. Of course, he would fight her at full strength first. But if he failed to defeat her quickly, he wouldn¡¯t hesitate to use self-consumption. Chapter 82 A Battle of Legends Time continued to pass. After a little over an hour, a woman descended from the sky, landing gracefully. She was clad in a flowing green robe, her emerald eyes gleaming with intelligence. Her hair, skin, and even the blade strapped to her back¡ªall green. Pointed ears peeked from beneath her hair, adding to her otherworldly presence. She stood at around six feet tall, her humanoid frame complete with two arms, two legs, and five fingers on each hand. Yet, despite these human-like features, her unnatural skin tone and pointed ears made it impossible to mistake her for a human. Most people in this land, and other human territories, had long forgotten about goblins. To them, she was an enigma. However, those well-versed in magic would recognize her resemblance to a hobgoblin. She was Queen Greenblade. Becoming a ghost had granted her a far longer lifespan¡ªand, more importantly, a glimmer of hope for reaching a rank beyond Legendary. But to achieve that, she had chosen to abandon her human form, reshaping herself into the physique of a hobgoblin. Humans, after all, were ill-suited to serving the Demon King of Greed. Their bodies lacked the natural affinity to fully harness the power of greed. But goblins and hobgoblins? They were born for it. Queen Greenblade had no intention of remaining trapped at the legendary rank forever. She craved the mythic rank. That desire outweighed all else, even her own humanity. She turned her gaze toward Edric, who stood at a distance. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice calm yet commanding. Edric, taken aback by her appearance, couldn¡¯t help but think, "She really has an obsession with the color green." Shaking off the thought, he spoke directly, "I have a few questions. First, how do I find the Fountain of Greed? Second, why does the Flicker Empire need it?" Queen Greenblade''s expression remained unreadable. "And why should I answer you?" she asked. "What will you offer me in return?" Edric smirked. "Because if you refuse, I¡¯ll simply capture you and force you to answer." His tone was cold, as if stating a simple fact. "You talk big," she mused, still unfazed. "Is your confidence because of that mythic lance? It¡¯s a powerful weapon, no doubt. But do you truly believe it¡¯s enough?" "Enough talking." Edric gripped his lance tightly and charged forward. Queen Greenblade drew her sword in response. The green blade in her hand was a top-tier legendary weapon¡ªany wound it inflicted would fester and rot, poisoning its victim. As Edric closed in with terrifying speed, her sharp mind instantly calculated the point of impact. At the last moment, she twisted her body, dodging just in time. Though mages did not gain physical strength upon breaking through, their minds sharpened considerably. This mental acuity proved invaluable to knights, as battles required precise reflexes and split-second decisions. A knight who was also a mage had an overwhelming advantage in close combat. Yet, despite her successful dodge, the sheer wind pressure from the lance''s strike tore into her shoulder. A shallow cut appeared, sending a jolt of alarm through her. Her eyes narrowed. "That lance¡­ it¡¯s top-tier Mythic rank! Even the air from its swing can cut me?" She clenched her jaw, a cold sweat forming. "If that thing lands a direct hit, I¡¯ll be sliced apart." Edric was both a legendary knight and a mage, which granted him a quick mind and a powerful body. However, despite that, he lacked real battle experience. When Queen Greenblade dodged at the last moment, he couldn¡¯t react in time to adjust his trajectory. "Mental Blow!" Greenblade cast a spell, aiming to disrupt Edric¡¯s thoughts for a split second¡ªjust enough time to land a serious injury. The spell struck him directly. For an instant, a powerful force attempted to invade his mind, seeking to shatter his focus. But it failed. Completely. Edric remained unaffected, his thoughts clear as ever. He possessed the extreme-rank skill Mental Fortitude¡ªa skill far beyond the capabilities of legendary-tier spells like Mental Blow. For the foreseeable future, no mental or even soul-affecting magic could disturb him in the slightest. "Mental resistance? No... he has an item that negates legendary mind-affecting spells!" Greenblade¡¯s eyes widened in shock. Such an item could only be mythic-tier or higher. "He has multiple mythic items? How is that possible? Since when did mythic artifacts become so common?" Realizing the danger, she immediately jumped back, casting Shadow Jump to retreat faster. Her entire strategy had hinged on disrupting his mind and injuring him in the opening exchange. Now that her plan had failed, she needed to reassess. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. But Edric had no intention of letting her escape. He swung his lance, aiming to seriously wound her before she could get away. With no other choice, she raised her weapon¡ªher kingdom¡¯s namesake, the top-tier legendary sword Greenblade. Boom! The ground shook violently. The impact of their clash sent a shockwave rippling across the battlefield. The earth beneath them caved in, forming a massive crater nearly a mile in diameter. Trees collapsed, and debris scattered in every direction. The energy released was so intense that countless wandering ghosts lurking around were instantly obliterated. The sheer devastation made it clear¡ªthis was the power of two legendary-ranked warriors colliding. Far away, Alexandra watched from a safe distance. The moment the battle began, she had left, knowing that a fight between legends was not something a mere golden-rank could afford to witness up close. Then¡ª Something shot out from the battlefield like a cannonball, crashing into a distant mountain with earth-shattering force. The entire peak trembled from the impact, followed by another deafening explosion. It was Queen Greenblade. She had been blasted away. Blood spilled from her lips as she struggled to her feet, eyes burning with fury. "Damn you!" she roared at Edric, her grip tightening around her sword. She looked down at Greenblade¡ªher legendary weapon, the symbol of her rule. It was nearly broken. Her heart sank. For centuries, she had wielded this sword with pride, believing it to be one of the strongest legendary-tier weapons in existence. Yet after just a single clash with Edric¡¯s mythic lance, it was on the verge of shattering. Though she had lived for centuries, she had never truly faced a battle against someone wielding a Mythic-grade weapon. This was her first time. And she had grossly underestimated the power of such a weapon. What Queen Greenblade didn¡¯t realize was that her sword, Greenblade, had actually performed remarkably well. To withstand even a single strike from Edric¡¯s lance¡ªa weapon at the absolute peak of the mythic tier, just one step below ultra-tier¡ªwas an impressive feat. Had Edric himself been a mythic-ranked knight, he would have cleaved through Greenblade effortlessly, as if slicing through tofu. The gap between legendary and mythic rank was simply too vast. "I can only use magic now¡­ but he has complete immunity to mental disruption, extremely high resistance to soul magic, and absurdly strong defenses overall! His mana¡­ wait¡­ he''s a legendary mage too?" She cast a magic detection spell, and as soon as she saw the red glow of Edric¡¯s mana, her heart sank. Her expression remained calm and unreadable, but inside, her mind was in turmoil. "Where did this man even come from?" Despite her internal panic, she maintained her composure. "You¡¯re quite strong," she admitted, masking her frustration. "Since you¡¯ve proven yourself, I¡¯ll answer one of your questions." She spoke as if she had yet to unleash her full strength, trying to regain some control over the situation. But Edric wasn¡¯t interested in words. "Take this!" With a single step, he closed the distance between them in an instant, his speed overwhelming. "Damn!" Queen Greenblade barely reacted in time, casting Shadow Jump once more to dodge at the very last second. Edric clicked his tongue. Now he truly understood why mages were valued far more than knights. They were versatile and capable of devastating attacks and unpredictable escapes. "Quick Fireball!" Queen Greenblade raised her hands, summoning a legendary-ranked fireball from the sky. It blazed toward Edric at terrifying speed, nearly striking before he could even think of dodging. His expression darkened. "Sh*t!" There was no time to evade, nor did he have a spell powerful enough to dispel or weaken it. The fireball wouldn¡¯t kill him, nor would it leave a fatal wound, but it would burn him terribly. As a knight, his internal energy could protect his vital organs, his eyes, and other sensitive areas¡ªbut large portions of his skin would be disfigured. And without learning a legendary-tier healing spell, there would be no way to fully recover. There was only one option left. "Absolute Magical Defense!" A shimmering barrier materialized around Edric. His once-per-day skill activated just in time¡ªcompletely erasing the fireball as if it had never existed. Queen Greenblade''s eyes widened in horror. "What was that?! Another mythic item?!" For the first time, true fear crept into her heart. Edric didn¡¯t waste a second. Using his moment of opportunity, he leaped and slashed with his mythic lance. This time, he was too fast. Queen Greenblade had no time to cast Shadow Jump. Desperate, she reached into her robes and crushed two of her most powerful defensive spell crystals. A pair of crimson shields materialized before her¡ªMagic Shields, capable of defending against both physical and magical attacks. But it wasn¡¯t enough. Red internal energy surged around Edric¡¯s lance. With unstoppable force, his attack collided with the shields¡ªand sliced through them as if they were paper. Next, the lance struck Greenblade¡ªthe legendary sword that had once been the pride of an entire kingdom. Shatter! The treasured blade cracked, then exploded into pieces. Finally, Edric¡¯s attack reached its true target. Slash! "AAAAAAAHHHH!" Queen Greenblade let out a bloodcurdling scream as the mythic lance tore through her chest¡ªsplitting her in two. Her upper body was sent flying through the air, while her lower half crashed into the ground like a cannonball. A top-grade mythic weapon striking a legendary knight¡¯s body was like a hot blade cutting through butter. ... Even after being cut in half¡ªQueen Greenblade did not die. "I have to escape!" Despite her grievous injury, she remained conscious. The vitality of a legendary knight was beyond comprehension. Even a decapitated head could survive for months. For beings of their rank, losing a limb¡ªor even half their body¡ªwas not necessarily fatal. She had already cast emergency spells to stop the bleeding. As long as she had time, she was confident she could regrow her lower body. Of course, the new body would be weaker, requiring decades of retraining to return to peak form. But that wasn¡¯t her biggest concern. The real danger lay within her soul body. Edric¡¯s mythic lance had cut both her physical form and her soul. Fortunately, she had been cautious¡ªstoring her most important memories and emotions within the head of her soul body. Even so, losing such a large portion of her soul was devastating. Her ghost rank was bound to drop from legendary to golden. If left untreated, the damage could lead to even worse consequences¡ªmemory loss, insanity, or, worst of all, soul infection. And soul infection was a fate worse than death. Still, there was some relief. Even if her ghost and knight ranks fell, she would at least retain her legendary mage rank. She would be far weaker than before, but she would still have enough power to survive. "No time to hesitate!" "Meld!" Without a second thought, Queen Greenblade activated her ultimate ghost technique. Her broken body¡ªphysical and spiritual¡ªvanished into thin air, dissolving into nature itself. She was gone. ... Edric scanned the battlefield, his gaze sweeping over every inch of the ruined land. But no matter where he looked¡ªQueen Greenblade was nowhere to be found. A deep scowl formed on his face. "Damn it!" He clenched his fists in frustration. "She really ran away!" Chapter 83 A System Glitch? Edric didn¡¯t want to let her escape. His plan was simple¡ªwear her down, then capture her. But she had an unknown ability that completely shielded her from his detection. "Did she teleport away? No¡­ teleportation spells take time to cast!" He shook his head in frustration. Legendary-rank teleportation magic had an impressive range. Based on his estimates, it could cover at least fifty miles, possibly more depending on the circumstances. Teleportation spell formations were complex, and their range was dependent on many factors. Fixed teleportation formations powered by mana crystals were generally faster and could cover longer distances; the exact range varied based on several conditions: the weight of the object, its energy levels, its rank, and even the toughness of the surrounding space, which fluctuated between different regions and times. Second, a teleportation spell could not transport anything of a higher rank than itself. A Golden-rank teleportation spell, for example, could never teleport a Legendary-rank being. Third, casting teleportation magic in the middle of battle was nearly impossible for most magicians. Teleportation required absolute precision¡ªone miscalculation, and disaster was inevitable. Even the slightest deviation could be fatal. The process demanded unwavering focus and could take several minutes to complete. Of course, there were exceptions. A mage with absurd talent, an exceptionally high affinity for space magic, or centuries of training might be able to cast instant teleportation even in combat. But such individuals were exceedingly rare. They wouldn¡¯t be found in remote places like Silverflower or Greenmoon Islands. Perhaps the prestigious magic academies of the Flicker Empire nurtured such prodigies. For these reasons, Edric doubted that Queen Greenblade had used teleportation. Legendary-rank teleportation spells formations were rare, and there was no guarantee she even had one. The chances of her casting such a spell in the heat of battle were slim. "Did she use a spell crystal instead?" he wondered. It was possible. Teleportation spells of Legendary rank could be stored in spell crystals, but only those infused with space-element energy. Such crystals were incredibly expensive and difficult to obtain but had the advantage of instant casting. "She likely has ties to the Flicker Empire. If so, acquiring a Legendary-rank teleportation crystal wouldn''t be impossible. The empire certainly possesses them. They may have even given her one." Then another possibility struck him. "Or¡­ could it be a ghost¡¯s special ability? I know too little about Legendary ghosts." If she had used a teleportation crystal, she might already be reporting back to the Flicker Empire. "Damn it, I was careless!" Edric clenched his fists, frustration boiling within him. He had grown too arrogant. Even with the power of a Mythic being, he was still nothing before a colossus like the Flicker Empire. He had overestimated himself. "To think that someone as cautious as me could become this reckless¡­" He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to refocus. He had no time to dwell on regrets. Now, he has no choice but to leave this island immediately. Eliminating the source of the Demon King of Greed came with a "Super Chest" reward. That alone was proof that the task was far beyond his current capabilities. If it were something a mere Legendary rank could accomplish, the reward wouldn''t be so generous. The quest had a time limit of one hundred years¡ªthere was no need to rush. Once he reached the Mythic or Ultra rank, he could return and deal with it properly. Trying to force his way through now may lead to death. And that was a risk he wasn¡¯t willing to take. ... "System!" Edric called, summoning his status window. [Edric Windwalker] ? Age: 17 years, 2 months, 20 days [Task 1: Within 5 Minutes] [Task 2 ¨C Part 1: Book of Weirdness] (Completed) [Task 2 ¨C Part 2: Gate to the Abyss] ? Objective: Within five years, read the Book of Weirdness, master the Abyssal Gate spell, and open a portal to the Abyss. ? Rewards:
  • Ultra Skill
  • 25,000,000 XP ? Time Left: 154 / 1,825 days ? Failure Penalty: None
[Task 3: Demon King of Greed] ? Objective: Eliminate all traces of the Demon King of Greed¡¯s influence on Greenmoon Island. This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. ? Reward:
  • Super Grade Chest ? Time: 15 / 36,500 days ? Failure Penalty: None
[Techniques]
  • Mythic Knight Training: 21 / 9,000,000
  • Mythic Mage Training: 5 / 9,000,000
[Talents]
  • Knight Talent (Legendary): 0 / 2,400,000
  • Mage Talent (Silver): 0 / 800,000
[Skills]
  • Mental Fortitude (Purple)
  • Spawn (Cyan) ¨C 5,000 eggs laid ¨C Hatch time: 37 days
  • Self-Consumption (Cyan)
  • Mental Defense (Red)
  • Double Spell (Red)
  • Mana Detection (Red)
  • Bloodline Detection (Red)
  • Shapeshifting (Red)
  • Bloodline Authority (Red)
  • Energy Absorption (Red)
  • Absolute Magical Defense (Red)
  • Passive Defense (Red)
  • Swimming (Golden)
  • Beast Control (Golden)
  • Break Item (Golden)
  • Mind Manipulation (Golden)
  • Magnetic Pull (Golden)
  • Spell Mastery (Golden)
  • See-Through (Golden)
  • Food Generation (Golden)
  • Beast¡¯s Senses (Golden)
  • Poison Resistance (Golden)
  • Crystal Skin (Silver)
  • Telekinesis (Silver)
  • Steel Hair Manipulation (Silver)
  • Extreme Yang (Silver)
  • Blindness (Silver)
  • Fog Manipulation (Silver)
  • Illusion (Silver)
[Cheat Ability]
  • Low-Level XP Generator ¨C Produces 1,000 XP per day. ? Available XP: 696,914

Standing on the deck of his ship, Edric gazed at the sea, watching the sunrise in silence. He had nothing to do for the next few minutes, so he simply waited for the system to refresh and reveal the next task. Ding! [New Task Available!] [Ancestor of a Nation] ? Objective: Have 10 million living direct descendants simultaneously. ? Time Limit: 10 years ? Rewards:
  • 1 Ultra Chest
  • 5,000,000 XP
  • 1 Random Ultra Spell Crystal
Reading the task description, Edric secretly nodded. "As expected, another ancestor-related task," he mused. A small smile tugged at his lips. These kinds of missions used to be difficult, but not anymore. Ten million was a large number, sure, but now that he had Mythic-level strength and was a Legendary mage, accomplishing it wouldn¡¯t be too difficult. If he and his clones worked hard for a while, this goal would be well within reach. Just as he was about to close the system, another notification popped up. Ding! Congratulations! The fourth task is now available! [An Ally of Darkness] ? Objective: Ensure that 10 million of your direct descendants have the talent to use Dark element magic. ? Time Limit: 10 years ? Reward: 1 Ultra Chest Ding! Congratulations! The fifth task is now available! [Demonic Bloodline] ? Objective: Ensure that 10 million of your direct descendants inherit the lineage of the Demon King of Weirdness. ? Time Limit: 10 years ? Reward: 1 Ultra Chest Ding! Congratulations! The skill [Demonic Ancestor (Green)] has been granted to you! Ding! Congratulations! The skill [Abyss Emissary (Green)] has been granted to you! Ding! Congratulations! The skill [Blessed by the Abyss (Purple)] has been granted to you! Ding! Congratulations! The skill [Divination Resistance (Black)] has been granted to you! Ding! Congratulations! The skill [Bloodline Shield (Black)] has been granted to you!
[New Skills Acquired] [Demonic Ancestor (Green)] ¨C As a bearer of a Demon King''s bloodline, you possess the ability to bless lower beings, granting them a demonic bloodline tied to your lineage. [Abyss Emissary (Green)] ¨C A Demon King of the Abyss has chosen you as its emissary.
  • All demons of Ultra rank and lower fear, respect, and obey you.
  • As the Emissary of the Abyss, you hold the authority to grant Dark talents to anyone worthy.
  • You can enter the Abyss freely and access the Demon King of Weirdness¡¯s floor without restriction.
[Blessed by the Abyss (Purple) ¨C Suppressed] ¨C The Abyss has acknowledged you. You may channel a portion of Abyssal power for your own purposes.
  • Status: Suppressed. Your current environment prevents you from using this power.
[Divination Resistance (Black)] ¨C No divination technique below Absolute Rank works on you.
  • Increases resistance against Absolute Rank divinations.
[Bloodline Shield (Black)] ¨C Your bloodline is immune to all spells, curses, and harmful influences below Absolute Rank.
  • Increases resistance against Absolute Rank divinations.

Edric stared at the long string of notifications, utterly dumbfounded. "What? Did I trigger something unconsciously? So many skills? Absolute Rank?" Edric couldn''t believe his eyes. "This has to be a system glitch, right? There¡¯s no way it would give me so many skills all at once at no cost!" He waited a few seconds, expecting the system to correct itself. But the skills remained. "It¡¯s¡­ not an error?" The initial shock slowly faded, replaced by excitement. "So many Super, Extreme, and even Absolute Rank skills!" His heart pounded in exhilaration. "Hahaha! I¡¯m invincible now!" He threw his head back, laughing loudly as his ship cut through the vast ocean. Days ago, he had left Greenmoon Island to avoid any possible pursuit from the Flicker Empire. While waiting for his next task, he hadn''t expected it to be such a grand event. "But why do these tasks feel so¡­ Abyssal?" It was almost as if the Demon King of Weirdness was manipulating him, using him to spread its influence across the world. "Wait¡­ could it be? Is the Demon King of Weirdness orchestrating all of this? Am I just a tool?" The thought sent a chill down his spine, draining all excitement from his face. His triumphant smile vanished. But then¡ªjust like magic¡ªthe thought disappeared. "Who cares? What¡¯s important is that I have Absolute Rank skills!" With that freezing, unsettling thought shoved aside, his excitement returned. He gazed toward the horizon, his mind brimming with visions of the future¡ªa future where he would be invincible and immortal. Chapter 84 A Sudden Restlessness The island was called Bluesand, named after its striking blue-colored beaches. Unlike Silverflower and Greenmoon Islands, it was untouched by demons and free from strange phenomena like eternal frost or green moon. It was a small island, barely worth mentioning on the grand stage of the world. Only a single Legendary-level powerhouse resided here, and its resources were scarce¡ªhardly suitable for mages or knights seeking cultivation. That said, its breathtaking weather attracted even high-ranking Golden Knights, who often brought their families here for a peaceful holiday. Edric had only one reason for choosing this island¡ªit was the closest escape from Greenmoon Island. He needed to get away. Fast. Bluesand Island was the best option. "With so many Extreme and Absolute-rank spells, do I really need to be afraid of the Flicker Empire?" he wondered. The answer came immediately. "Yes!" Despite his impressive skills, they provided little direct combat power. His newly acquired ability to wield Abyssal Power was also mysteriously suppressed. "This island is quiet. The population is low, the weather is perfect, and there are few strong individuals here. I can lay the eggs and complete the ''Ancestor of a Nation'' mission without interference." Ten million descendants. The number was staggering. Even at a rate of 10,000 births a day, it would still take years. "I can complete all three tasks at once¡ªgive birth to children with the demonic bloodline, pass down dark magic talent, and raise them. It¡¯s not difficult at all. And at the end of three years, I¡¯ll have three Ultra Chests!" Excitement burned in his eyes. "After getting three Ultra Chests, I can upgrade my magic talent to Legendary, complete the Gate of Abyss task, and earn another reward. Then, when I return to Greenmoon, I¡¯ll be in a much better position to crush the Demon King of Greed''s influence!" The plan was simple¡ªbecause it had to be. There were too many unknowns. A detailed plan would shatter the moment something unexpected happened. Edric preferred broad strategies that allowed him to adapt rather than rigid blueprints doomed to fail. And so, without hesitation, Edric set foot on Bluesand Island, searching for the perfect place to begin his mission. ... Her name was Gisela. She had simple blonde hair, a face with unremarkable features, a thin figure, and wore plain, ordinary clothes. From a distance, one might mistake her for a normal girl¡ªjust a 15 or 16-year-old with nothing special about her. But nothing could be further from the truth. She was anything but ordinary. Gisela was one of the highest-ranking mages in the entire Flicker Empire. A Super Mage. She looked no older than fifteen, yet her true age stretched back fifteen thousand years. To her, mortals were like bubbles¡ªappearing and vanishing in mere moments. Their fleeting lives held no weight in the grand scheme of things. Her perspective on the world was incomprehensible to ordinary people. Mortals viewed the world through countless lenses¡ªgood and evil, man and woman, oppressor and oppressed, brave and cowardly, kings and slaves. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. To her, such distinctions were laughable. None of it mattered. Good or evil. Man or woman. Ruler or servant. Courageous or cowardly. All were insignificant in the face of the greater truth. The Abyss. To her, the world was not a battle of nations, ideologies, or morality. It was simply the Abyss versus everything else. This was the only truth. For fifteen thousand years, her entire existence had revolved around this one struggle. The Abyss had always sought to corrupt and infiltrate this world, and for generations, the Flicker Empire¡ªalongside other great empires¡ªhad successfully held the invasion at bay. But lately¡­ Gisela was worried. There were two Demon Kings of the Abyss who had always been the most persistent in their attempts to breach this world¡ª The Demon King of Greed and the Demon King of Weirdness. The Demon King of Greed was still in the Abyss, tirelessly hammering against the barriers of reality, seeking a way in¡ªand always failing. The Wall still held. But the Demon King of Weirdness¡­ It had stopped. No movements. No attempts at infiltration. It had simply fallen into a deep sleep. By all logic, this should have been a cause for celebration. One less Demon King actively trying to break through meant an easier battle. But Gisela¡ªa Super Mage¡ªfelt no joy. Lately, she had been restless. Something was wrong. And she had no idea what it was. Even though she had no evidence, Gisela felt it. Something was going very, very wrong. She had checked the World¡¯s Will, inspected the Wall, and ensured that everything was functioning as it should. But no matter how many times she verified, the unease would not go away. No matter what method she used, she couldn¡¯t find the source of this dread. "Could I be wrong? Could my senses be failing me?" she thought to herself. But she knew better. Gisela possessed Absolute-Rank mage talent. More than that, she had a second, invaluable gift¡ªSixth Sense. It had saved her life more times than she could count. This ability wasn¡¯t just some vague intuition¡ªit was a true premonition of disaster, a warning of impending danger, whether to herself or those she cared about. When she was still a Mythic or Ultra-Rank Mage, her Sixth Sense merely told her when someone intended to harm her. But now¡­ Now, as a Super Mage and one of the Flicker Empire¡¯s most senior figures, this feeling meant something far worse. Because at her level, there were very, very few beings in the world that could even threaten her. Unless several of the world¡¯s great empires joined forces to attack the Flicker Empire, there was nothing else that should be able to make her feel like this. That was why, for the last ten thousand years, her Sixth Sense had remained dormant. Because there was nothing left to fear. But then, a few years ago¡ªthe feeling returned. This time, it was far worse than anything she had ever experienced before. She had thought about it for a long time, analyzed every possibility. And in the end, there was only one conclusion. Someone, most likely the demon king of weirdness, must be very close to breaking through the Wall. The Wall was the only thing keeping them at bay. Even Absolute-Rank powerhouses like the Demon Kings couldn¡¯t exert much influence in this world as long as it remained intact. But if they found a way around it¡­ If they could bypass the suppression of the World¡¯s Will¡­ If they managed to exert Absolute-Rank battle strength in this world¡­ It would be a catastrophe beyond anything in history. The Flicker Empire didn¡¯t have a single Absolute-Rank powerhouse. It had relied on the Wall for protection. But now, for the first time, Gisela was no longer certain it was as impenetrable as she had once believed. She had searched for years. For any sign, any clue. And she had found nothing. Nothing at all. Except for one thing. A single clue. She opened a letter. "The Knight Order requests the Mage Order to provide one Ultra-Rank Mage for the purpose of solidifying demon suppression formations around the southern islands in the Silver Ocean." This was the clue she had been searching for. Gisela investigated further and discovered that local forces had reported the appearance of a demonic creature in that region. However, by the time the Super Knights arrived, the creature had already vanished. Demonic outbreaks were not uncommon. Every year, some lesser demons managed to slip through the cracks, but as long as they weren¡¯t Ultra-Rank or above, they weren¡¯t a major threat. These incidents were usually handled by Ultra-Rank or Super-Rank Knights. They didn¡¯t require the attention of a Super Mage. Super Mages were far rarer than even Extreme-Rank Knights. Yet this demonic outbreak was different. Because when the Super Knights recovered remains from the site and examined them, the results were clear¡ª The traces belonged to the Demon King of Weirdness. The Demon King that had been dormant for decades. And now, suddenly, it had left its mark in the southern islands of the Silver Ocean. That was all Gisela needed to know. She would not send an Ultra Mage. She would go herself. She had to see it with her own eyes. She still hoped her Sixth Sense was wrong. But if it wasn¡¯t¡­ If her instincts were right¡­ Then she would have to do everything in her power to stop what was coming¡ª Before it was too late. Because if she failed¡ª The entire world would be in danger. Chapter 85 The Regrets of a Legendary Knight Fletcher Cooper¡ªthe sole Legendary Knight of Blue Sand Island. It¡¯s said that he was once a knight of the Flicker Empire, a warrior of great renown. But for reasons few could comprehend, he resigned and traveled to this remote island, seeking peace. Hardly anyone ever willingly left the grand Flicker Empire, let alone a knight of his caliber. Resigning wasn¡¯t a simple matter¡ªit came with heavy consequences. First, one had to repay every coin the empire spent on their training, either through years of labor or a sum of money. Second, a former knight would be forever banned from all imperial contracts, shops, auctions, and any establishment under the empire¡¯s rule. Third, if they possessed sensitive knowledge, they were subjected to memory erasure¡ªa process riddled with risks, such as Insanity, permanent amnesia, etc. And finally, the empire offered countless opportunities to those who served. It was a place where the strong climbed ever higher. But once one left, advancing any further became nearly impossible. Fletcher had mythic rank talent. He wasn''t guaranteed to ascend to that tier¡ªperhaps a mere 5% chance¡ªbut it was a chance nonetheless. Yet, he walked away. Because unlike most high-ranking knights and mages, who devoted their entire existence to power, Fletcher¡¯s heart longed for something else. He longed for love and to start a family. He had spent centuries as an orphan raised by the empire, training endlessly in the knight¡¯s path. For hundreds of years, he honed his skills, yet he had never pursued his own dream. But once he reached the Legendary rank, doubts crept in. "Why am I working so hard?" "What are my real chances of reaching Mythic rank?" "What if I waste my entire life chasing something I¡¯ll never achieve?" And so, he made his choice. He would seek out love, build a family, and live for something beyond simply advancing in rank. But in the Flicker Empire, being a true family man was nearly impossible. Duty always came first. His wife and children? He barely had time to see them. So, he gave it all up. He sold everything¡ªeverything except his sword and two emergency spell crystals for protection. With that, he left the empire behind and purchased Blue Sand Island, determined to make it his home. Before Fletcher arrived, Blue Sand Island had never been home to a Legendary Knight. It was too small, too barren¡ªunworthy of someone of his stature. But Fletcher didn¡¯t care about resources or prestige. He simply wanted a place where his family could live for centuries in peace. So, he chose this island. He brought his wife and children here, and for decades, they lived in happiness. Until his wife died. She had no knightly or magical talent¡ªmost people didn¡¯t. But that never mattered to Fletcher. He saw her, he loved her, and she loved him. That was enough. Or so he thought. As the years passed, regret slowly crept into his heart. He remained young, a warrior untouched by time, while she aged before his eyes. Despite the countless health-preserving spells he cast on her, she still grew old. In the end, she was a frail woman¡ªhealthy, yes, but her body had withered, her once-vibrant spirit dimmed. When she finally passed, something inside Fletcher shattered. He locked himself away in his room for two years. He raged against the world. He cursed fate. And worst of all, he questioned everything. "What¡¯s the point of living, if everyone dies in the end?" This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. For the first time, he regretted leaving the Flicker Empire. With the empire¡¯s resources, he had a 5% chance¡ªjust a sliver of hope¡ªof breaking through to Mythic rank. If he had succeeded, his life would have stretched across millennia. He could have spent thousands of years searching for another purpose, another love, another dream. But now, that chance was gone. Forever. He would never be able to rejoin the Flicker Empire. And what did he have to show for it? Nothing. His wife was gone. His children followed soon after. After some more time, his grandchildren passed. His great-great-great- ... -grandchildren still lived, but they saw him only as a source of wealth. Not as family. They called him ¡°respected ancestor¡± and showered him with hollow words, but there was no real connection. No love. Once, long ago, he had considered marrying a Golden Knight¡ªa woman he did not love¡ªsimply because her lifespan would be closer to his own. But in the end, he couldn¡¯t do it. There was no point in marrying someone he didn¡¯t love. Love wasn¡¯t a choice of the mind¡ªit was a matter of the heart. For knights of his level, there were only two ways to find true love. One: if they were lucky enough to meet someone of equal strength and fall in love. Two: if they found love early and advanced together, side by side. That was it. Both paths depended on a single factor¡ªluck. And the reason was simple: talent. Only a rare few were born with the talent to reach higher ranks. That meant the number of potential partners was painfully small. Here, on Blue Sand Island, the chance of meeting someone like that was nonexistent. Had he stayed in the Flicker Empire, his chances would have been much higher. And that thought only deepened his regret. Back then, he had been naive, blinded by love. He had refused to acknowledge the inevitable. It should have been obvious. As a Legendary Knight, he would remain young, untouched by time. But his wife¡ªhis love¡ªwould wither away, slowly, painfully, while he watched. It had been completely foreseeable. And yet, he had been too stupid to think about it. Now, he wished he had never married her. No¡ªhe regretted it. No¡ªhe hated her. Deep down, he knew it wasn¡¯t her fault. She had done nothing wrong. But that didn¡¯t matter. The hatred only grew. The grief was gone. His love had disappeared, replaced by bitterness, resentment, and fury. ... Fletcher, a knight with long gray hair and slightly wrinkled skin, woke up from his bed. Legendary Knights didn¡¯t need sleep. Their bodies had long surpassed such mortal needs. But they could still enjoy it¡ªif they had the time. Most knights were too busy training to waste hours on sleep. Fletcher, however, had nothing else to do. So, he slept like an ordinary man. Maybe even longer than one. As he sat up, he called out, "Maids!" Within moments, several maids entered the room. They bowed silently and waited for his command. Fletcher nodded, and they moved into action. They carefully undressed him, bathed his skin, combed his hair, and dressed him in fresh robes. Centuries ago, he used to do all of this himself. But at some point, that habit changed. Now, he had maids to handle it. Half an hour later, Fletcher emerged from his chamber, clad in luxurious silver robes. He walked through the halls, his footsteps echoing against the cold stone. After a few minutes, he arrived at his destination. A hundred men stood in neat rows, silent and serious. The moment they spotted Fletcher, their backs straightened even further. He climbed onto a raised platform and shouted, "Take position!" Immediately, the people below sprang into motion, shifting into their designated spots. From his robe, Fletcher pulled out a red ball. Holding it high, he threw it into the air and roared, "Go!" Chaos erupted. The moment the ball touched the ground, the men lunged at it like starving beasts. Fists flew. Kicks landed. Teeth sank into flesh. Fingers clawed at eyes. The only rules were simple: ¡ª No knives or metal weapons. ¡ª No stepping outside the white boundary lines. Everything else was allowed. It was brutal. Violent. Savage. And Fletcher smiled. These days, he was numb to most things. It was difficult to find entertainment. But this game, the one he had created, still thrilled him. He called it "Last Survivor." And he loved watching it. With a satisfied sigh, he sat down on the chair prepared for him, watching as the men below continued to tear each other apart for the red ball. ... After an hour of relentless combat, the battlefield was littered with bodies. Around fifty men lay on the ground¡ªeither groaning in pain or completely unconscious. The rest had fled past the white boundary line, some clutching broken bones, others bleeding heavily. Some had given up, and others had run simply out of fear. Despite the brutality, no one was forced to participate. They all entered the game willingly. Because the reward was worth it. Fletcher''s gaze fell upon the last man standing¡ªa warrior drenched in blood, his face battered beyond recognition. A few of his teeth were missing, his left eye was swollen shut, and deep wounds covered his body. But in his trembling hands, he held the red ball. Fletcher grinned. "You are today''s winner, young man!" he declared, stepping down from the platform. "Your life after this will be beyond imagination!" He patted the bloodied man''s shoulder. The warrior only bowed in response. His mouth was too broken to speak, and his throat too damaged to utter a word. Fletcher turned to his butler, who stood as always at his side. "Reward him with the standard ten million silver," he commanded. "Yes, my lord!" the butler nodded. With that settled, Fletcher clapped his hands. "Alright, bring in the female participants!" Last Survivor was always played in two leagues¡ªone for men, one for women. Fletcher preferred the male league. It was more violent, more unpredictable, more savage. But the female matches had their own appeal. Just as a servant moved to gather the female participants, a knight suddenly sprinted into the arena. He was out of breath, his face pale with urgency. "My lord! An emergency!" Fletcher¡¯s expression darkened. "Let me see it." Taking the letter, he quickly scanned its contents. With each passing second, his gaze grew more serious. By the time he reached the end, he snapped the letter shut. His voice was sharp and commanding. "Prepare everything immediately! We have an important guest!" He paused, then added with rare intensity¡ª "A Legendary Knight has arrived!" Chapter 86 The Silent Takeover Fletcher hurried back to meet his esteemed guest. Bluesand Island was a renowned tourist destination, catering to the wealthiest visitors. Among them were knights¡ªsome even golden knights. However, it was extremely rare for a legendary knight to visit. Legendary knights were few, and each one was a ruler in their own right. They rarely left their domains unless for significant events, such as an impending war between islands. Yet, once in a few decades, a legendary knight¡ªusually from the Flicker Empire¡ªwould come to Bluesand Island to spend some time. Whenever such an individual arrived, Fletcher had to personally receive them. Any slight, even unintentional, could have dire consequences for everyone on the island. The power of a legendary knight was not to be underestimated. Moreover, those who visited were usually connected to the Flicker Empire, making it even more important to follow the proper protocols. Everyone on Bluesand Island was well aware of the procedures for welcoming such guests, and Fletcher was no exception. ... Arriving at the reception room, Fletcher quickly scanned the space. There, standing before him, was a tall man with dark hair, black eyes, and a muscular build. The stranger noticed Fletcher¡¯s entrance and smiled warmly. "Fletcher, my friend!" he greeted. Fletcher returned the smile. "Welcome, honored guest. Bluesand Island is always pleased to receive distinguished visitors." The man chuckled, glancing around. "This island you''ve built is truly remarkable. The weather is perfect, and the buildings are breathtaking." Fletcher nodded, choosing his words carefully. "I''m glad it meets your expectations. We¡¯ve done our best to make it a pleasant place." Then, with a polite yet curious expression, Fletcher asked, "Forgive me, but have we met before? My memory has been slipping as of late." He played along with the man¡¯s familiarity, though in truth, he had no idea who this guest was. The dark-haired man chuckled. "No, I don''t believe we''ve met personally¡ªat least, not until now." Fletcher laughed, masking his unease. "Then I suppose we¡¯ll have plenty of time to get acquainted, my friend." Though he kept a friendly demeanor, he disliked the way the man had phrased it, as if their meeting had been inevitable. Fletcher continued, "May I ask for your esteemed name?" He was well-versed in the noble houses of the Flicker Empire, and knowing this man''s identity would determine how cautious he needed to be. If the stranger was from one of the great noble families, Fletcher would have to tread carefully, regardless of the man¡¯s attitude. If he belonged to a lesser house, he could afford to relax slightly. And if he was from one of the nearby islands, Fletcher could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The man with black hair smirked and said, "Of course, my name is Fletcher Cooper, the owner of Bluesand Island!" Fletcher froze, his mind struggling to process the bizarre statement. "What do you mean by that? Are you saying you want to buy the island from me?" His confusion deepened. "No, I mean this." The black-haired man raised his left hand and swung it toward Fletcher¡¯s neck. There was no weapon¡ªno blade, no sharp edge¡ªjust an open palm. Yet, it moved with such terrifying speed that even a legendary knight like Fletcher couldn¡¯t react in time. In his final moment, only one thought surfaced in his mind: "Mythic!" Before he could even resist, his head separated from his body. The other people in the reception room collapsed instantly, killed by a golden-ranked spell. The air filled with silence, thick with the scent of death. The black-haired man¡ªnow standing alone¡ªstared at Fletcher¡¯s decapitated head. Despite being severed, it remained full of vitality. A legendary knight wouldn¡¯t die so easily, even after decapitation. Their powerful life force allowed them to survive for months. However, with his head detached, Fletcher had lost control over his body. The once-proud knight''s face contorted in terror, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to speak. His eyes darted wildly, unable to comprehend his fate. The man with black hair¡ªwho was, in truth, Edric, merely disguised¡ªsighed. "It wasn¡¯t personal. You were simply unlucky¡ªI needed your position to make my task easier." With that, Edric dropped Fletcher¡¯s head to the ground and cast a spell. Flames roared to life, engulfing the severed head in a golden blaze. But despite the heat, the fire barely scorched the flesh. After all, the head of a legendary knight wasn¡¯t so easily reduced to ash¡ªnot by mere golden-ranked magic. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. ¡°Damn it,¡± Edric muttered, frustration flickering in his eyes. He cast another Burn spell. Then another. And another. Each wave of fire licked at the severed head, charring it inch by inch. The process was agonizingly slow, a torment worse than death itself. Fifteen minutes passed, and at last, the once-proud legendary knight''s head crumbled into nothing but ash. For a moment, silence hung in the air. Then, something shimmered above the remains¡ªan illusory wisp, translucent and shifting. Fletcher¡¯s soul. Edric observed as Fletcher¡¯s soul began to disappear slowly. It was whole, uninjured. The Mythic Lance could have severed even the soul itself, but Edric had deliberately avoided using it. After all, Fletcher was not his enemy¡ªthere was no need to erase his existence completely. "Where do all these souls go?" he wondered. Before becoming a legendary mage, he had barely been able to sense souls. But now, he could see them clearly¡ªwatching as they faded into nothingness. "Is there reincarnation? Do they fall into the Abyss? Or perhaps there really is a Heaven?" He pondered these thoughts for a moment, but finding no answers, he set them aside. His gaze swept across the reception hall, now soaked in blood and death. Yet, he remained unconcerned. With a simple wave of his hand, he cast a Silver-grade Cleaning Spell. Instantly, every trace of blood, every speck of gore, vanished. The room was restored to its pristine state. As for the bodies, he retrieved a storage ring, an artifact capable of storing corpses, and swiftly placed them inside. Then, he cast another spell. Clone Spell¡ªActivate. Twelve clones materialized before him. Eleven took on the forms of the slain servants, while the twelfth became an exact copy of his current black-haired disguise. He dressed them in proper attire, adjusting every detail to perfection. Then, once more, he activated his Disguise skill. His flesh twisted, bones shifting as his muscles contorted unnaturally. In mere moments, his entire appearance changed¡ªhis hair turned white, wrinkles formed along his face, and his posture adjusted to match an older man. In his place stood Fletcher¡ªor at least, someone who looked exactly like him. Then, he laughed and said, "Master William, welcome to my humble abode! I hope you enjoy your stay here!" His clone, the one with black hair and eyes, responded with a polite smile. "Thank you, Master Fletcher. I look forward to it." Edric¡¯s main body¡ªstill in disguise as Fletcher¡ªnodded. "How long does your honor plan to stay?" "No more than a month," the clone, now posing as ''Master William,'' replied. "Good. Then, I¡¯ll take my leave." Edric said, excusing himself. As he stepped out of the reception hall, he turned to the butler, who had been waiting outside as per Master Fletcher¡¯s instructions, following proper protocol. "Ensure that Master William has everything he requires," he ordered. The butler bowed respectfully. "Understood, Master Fletcher." "Let''s go," Edric ordered. Soon, they arrived at a storage room¡ªan unremarkable place that Fletcher had never paid much attention to. Edric gestured toward the entrance. "Go in." The butler hesitated, confused. "Master? What is this about?" Edric¡¯s expression remained unreadable. "Just go in." Though still uncertain, the butler obeyed. With cautious steps, he entered the dimly lit room. Edric followed, shutting the door behind them. "Freeze!" Edric cast the spell, and the butler immediately stiffened, unable to move. "Soul Search." A sinister aura filled the room as Edric invoked a Golden-ranked Abyssal Spell from the Book of Weirdness. Though he was reluctant to use these spells, he had no qualms about doing so when necessary. The invasive magic tore into the butler¡¯s soul, mercilessly extracting every fragment of memory. The poor man, a mere Silver-ranked, stood no chance against such overwhelming power. His soul was crushed, squeezed dry like a fruit, offering up every drop of "memory juice" that Edric desired. The butler was in unimaginable agony, yet he couldn¡¯t move, couldn¡¯t scream¡ªcouldn¡¯t even twitch a finger. Minutes passed, and Edric absorbed everything. He now understood nearly two centuries of Fletcher¡¯s life, as well as glimpses of his past before then. With this knowledge, he could seamlessly assume Fletcher¡¯s identity. No one would notice. Not that he particularly cared if they did. As for the butler¡­ his soul was shattered into thousands of fragments. His body remained frozen by the spell, but even if Edric lifted it now, the man would do nothing but scream and collapse into madness. Even a slight fracture in the soul could turn a person insane. But with his soul in its current state? The butler would have thousands of personalities, his mind lost beyond saving. There were methods to repair a broken soul. But first, Edric wasn¡¯t capable of healing something this severely damaged¡ªit would likely require a Mythic-rank soul technique. And second? He didn¡¯t care enough to try. With a swift motion, he decapitated the butler. The shattered remnants of the man¡¯s soul twisted in agony, writhing as they dissipated. It no longer even looked human¡ªwarped, grotesque, barely recognizable as a human spirit. Edric watched in morbid fascination. "That soul¡­ it looked more like a beast than a person. Could it be that beasts are actually humans with destroyed souls?" The thought unsettled him. Seeing the butler¡¯s deformed spirit was painful¡ªdisturbing, even. But he shook off the unease. Raising a hand, he cast another spell. The butler¡¯s corpse ignited in flames, reducing to ashes in seconds. Then, he summoned a clone to take the butler¡¯s place. A perfect replica stood before him. "Master," the new butler greeted with a respectful bow. Edric smirked. "This new Golden-ranked cloning spell is far more advanced than before." It had been months since he first arrived on Bluesand Island. He had remained hidden, waiting for his XP points to surpass 800,000 before making his move. Once he reached that milestone, he upgraded his Mage Talent to Golden and improved his cloning spell to the same level. Only then did he step out and replace Fletcher. Now, he had two types of clones:
  1. Low-Intelligence Clones ¨C These could last one month and function at an acceptable level of intelligence. He could maintain up to 100 at once.
  2. Normal Clones ¨C These lasted a full year and had a Normal level of intelligence. He could create 10 of these at a time.
His clones of Fletcher and the butler were both Normal clones, lasting one year each. The servant clones were low-intelligence Clones, but it was sufficient for their roles. As for power? It depended on how much mana he invested into them.
  • Fletcher¡¯s clone had Golden-rank power.
  • The butler had Great-rank strength¡ªjust enough to be convincing.
Once mana was used to create a clone, it couldn¡¯t be recovered until the clone died. That was why Edric was careful not to make them too powerful¡ªdraining himself unnecessarily wasn¡¯t worth it. Still, as he looked at his perfectly replicated butler, he couldn''t help but feel satisfied. "Everything is set. Time to go back." Edric smiled and turned to leave. Chapter 87 A Nation of Demons [Edric Windwalker] Age: 17 years, 8 months, 5 days [Task 1: Ancestor of a Nation]
  • Objective: Ensure that 10 million of your direct descendants are alive simultaneously.
  • Rewards:
    • 1 Ultra Chest
    • 5,000,000 XP
    • 1 Random Ultra Spell Crystal
  • Progress: 20,000 / 10,000,000
  • Time Limit: 165 / 3,650 days
  • Failure Penalty: None
[Task 2 ¨C Part 1: Book of Weirdness] (Completed) [Task 2 ¨C Part 2: Gate to the Abyss]
  • Objective: Within five years, read the Book of Weirdness, master the Abyssal Gate spell, and open a portal to the Abyss.
  • Rewards:
    • 1 Ultra Skill
    • 25,000,000 XP
  • Time Remaining: 319 / 1,825 days
  • Failure Penalty: None
[Task 3: Demon King of Greed]
  • Objective: Eradicate all traces of the Demon King of Greed¡¯s influence from Greenmoon Island.
  • Reward:
    • 1 Super Grade Chest
  • Time Limit: 180 / 3,650 days
  • Failure Penalty: None
[Task 4: An Ally of Darkness]
  • Objective: Ensure that 10 million of your direct descendants possess the talent for Dark-element magic.
  • Reward:
    • 1 Super Grade Chest
  • Time Limit: 180 / 3,650 days
  • Failure Penalty: None
[Task 5: Demonic Bloodline]
  • Objective: Ensure that 10 million of your direct descendants inherit the lineage of the Demon King of Weirdness.
  • Reward:
    • 1 Ultra Chest
  • Time Limit: 180 / 3,650 days
  • Failure Penalty: None
[Techniques]
  • Mythic Knight Training: 94 / 9,000,000
  • Mythic Mage Training: 89 / 9,000,000
[Talents]
  • Knight Talent (Legendary): 0 / 2,400,000
  • Mage Talent (Golden): 0 / 1,200,000
[Skills] (Black-Tier Skills)
  • Divination Resistance
  • Bloodline Shield
(Purple-Tier Skills)
  • Mental Fortitude
  • Blessed by the Abyss ¨C Suppressed
(Green-Tier Skills)
  • Demonic Ancestor
  • Abyss Emissary
(Cyan-Tier Skills)
  • Spawn ¨C 5,000 eggs laid (Hatch time: 37 days)
  • Self-Consumption
(Red-Tier Skills)
  • Mental Defense
  • Double Spell
  • Mana Detection
  • Bloodline Detection
  • Shapeshifting
  • Bloodline Authority
  • Energy Absorption
  • Absolute Magical Defense
  • Passive Defense
(Golden-Tier Skills)
  • Swimming
  • Beast Control
  • Break Item
  • Mind Manipulation
  • Magnetic Pull
  • Spell Mastery
  • See-Through
  • Food Generation
  • Beast¡¯s Senses
  • Poison Resistance
(Silver-Tier Skills)
  • Telekinesis
  • Steel Hair Manipulation
  • Extreme Yang
  • Blindness
  • Fog Manipulation
  • Illusion
[Cheat Ability]
  • Low-Level XP Generator ¨C Produces 1,000 XP per day.
  • Available XP: 61,914
"My stat window has gotten huge!" Edric thought as he enjoyed the delicacies the servants brought him. Despite being both a Legendary Mage and a Legendary Knight, meaning he didn¡¯t actually need to eat, he still indulged in food. He was still a young man, after all. Even though his mind had long surpassed that of ordinary people, he still enjoyed the simple pleasures¡ªdelicious meals, a clean environment, and a comfortable life. It could be said that while his power and lifespan had long stepped beyond the realm of mortals, his mentality remained somewhat normal. Except in one area. His love for chaos. His desire for destruction. His thirst for blood. Lately, he had felt a growing, unshakable urge to kill innocent people for fun, to burn, to destroy, to wreak havoc without reason. This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. "I don¡¯t know what¡¯s happening to me," he murmured, his fingers tightening around the goblet of wine in his hand. "But I know for certain it has something to do with the Book of Weirdness." From the moment he was reincarnated into this world, he had noticed a shift in his temperament. A certain ruthlessness had settled inside him, making him enjoy killing, even when there was no reason to. But after obtaining the Book of Weirdness, it had grown far, far worse. With a deep breath, he reached into his spatial ring and pulled out the book. Its eerie cover seemed to pulse under the dim candlelight, as if it was breathing. "Should I throw it away?" For a fleeting moment, the thought crossed his mind. Then¡ªit vanished. Before he realized it, his hands were already placing the book back into his spatial ring. His face remained expressionless, but his heart was calm. With thoughts of the Book of Weirdness fading from his mind, Edric''s attention shifted to something else. Self-Consumption. The skill had proven ridiculously powerful. He had tested it on Fletcher, and the result was clear¡ªinstant death. "With that power, no Legendary stands a chance against me." To activate Self-Consumption, he had sacrificed Crystal Skin (Silver)¡ªa skill he had long deemed useless. It was even weaker than some Silver-tier spells, so there was no hesitation in consuming it. This had been his first time wielding Mythic-level power, and he had done it against Fletcher as a test. He had to be prepared. If he only activated it for the first time against a true Mythic-tier opponent, his inexperience could mean death. "But I shouldn''t rely on consuming my skills for temporary power-ups," he reminded himself. "If I get used to it, I''ll eventually lose all of them." He leaned back, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Now that I have taken on the identity of the King of Bluesand Island, I can act more freely." His Divination Resistance (Black) and Bloodline Shield (Black) would protect him from any attempts to track or predict his movements. For now, he was safe. "I have all the time in the world," he mused. "There¡¯s no need to rush. My clones will continue giving birth, and as the king, I can easily disperse the newborns throughout the island¡¯s population. Meanwhile, I¡¯ll keep training in the Abyssal Gate spell to complete the task." He had a plan on how to complete the [Ancestor of a Nation] task most efficiently. A simple plan. A logical plan. One that the old Edric would have never even considered. But now? Now, his desire for evil was unshackled. He had fought it at first¡ªtried to resist the corruption clawing at his soul. But he lost. He had given up. His plan was simple.
He replaces the babies. Whenever someone on Bluesand Island gives birth, Edric¡¯s clones act immediately. The real baby? Discarded. In its place, one of his own descendants is swapped in. To ensure no one ever notices, he casts subtle mind-control spells on the parents, erasing any doubts before they can even take root. This way, the entire population of Bluesand Island unknowingly becomes caretakers of his growing bloodline. The progress of his [Ancestor of a Nation] task skyrockets. Instead of raising every child himself, he now has millions of parents unknowingly working toward his goal. "I feel like one of those birds from my past life¡ªthe ones that lay their eggs in other birds'' nests!" Edric chuckles, amused by the irony. The thought of throwing away countless innocent children fills him with delight. Then, for the briefest moment, something stirs within him. "Wait, this is¡­ wrong." A whisper of morality, an echo of the person he once was, flickers in his mind. But just as quickly as it surfaces¡ªit vanishes. A slow, wicked grin creeps back onto his face. "Who cares?" "This is just natural selection." "Nothing wrong with that." Any trace of compassion is crushed, buried, suppressed beyond reach. ... With complete control over the island, Edric wasted no time. He established hundreds of birthing centers, where he cast mass cloning spells, ensuring thousands of his descendants were born every single day. If only he had a spell to create artificial wombs, he wouldn¡¯t even need to use his clones for this purpose. But for now, they were necessary. Dissent was not tolerated. Any knight who dared question him was brainwashed using Golden-rank spells. If they resisted? He killed them. To ensure nothing distracted him from mastering the Abyssal Gate spell, he created a Major Clone, imbued with peak Golden-rank Mage and Knight power, and assigned it to handle everything related to the Ancestor of a Nation task. However, despite his precautions, suspicion spread across the island. Fletcher''s behavior had changed too drastically. Some suspected something was wrong¡ªas if he had become a different person altogether. But there was no Legendary-rank individual left to investigate the matter. And whenever someone doubted the situation too much, they simply¡­ vanished. Edric took no chances. He created dozens of clones, and with the help of his brainwashed knights, systematically eliminated low-ranking guards and servants who showed even the slightest suspicion. As for the higher-ranking officials? They were brought before him personally. If possible, he brainwashed them. If not? They died. Killing the weak wouldn¡¯t cause major disruption, but too many high-ranking deaths could create problems. So, Edric avoided it whenever possible. Of course, his ultimate goal was to replace everyone with his clones, but his spell limitations meant he could only create a finite number of intelligent duplicates. Creating mindless drones as subordinates? Unacceptable. Thus, he still needed to brainwash real people to keep his operations running smoothly. The issue of personnel shortage was quickly disappearing. Already, three batches of his cyan eggs had hatched. He now had 15,000 direct descendants and was personally educating them to replace the island¡¯s original personnel. These new generations weren¡¯t ordinary. They carried the demonic bloodline of the Demon King of Weirdness. They inherited dark magic talent from birth. With their innate Mythic potential, their growth was monstrous¡ªfaster than anything the world had ever seen. ... In less than a year, some of his descendants had already broken through to Silver Rank. Edric was stunned by the sheer potential of the demonic bloodline. "This power¡­ it''s beyond what I expected!" He had known the Demon King of Weirdness'' bloodline would be strong, but this? This was on another level. Of course, power always came with consequences. Many of the newborns bore clear demonic traits¡ªhorns, wings, tails, sharp claws, glowing red eyes, jagged teeth. Some weren¡¯t even humanoid. One child was born with three heads. Another had ten arms. A girl was born with twelve eyes, scattered across different parts of her body, each blinking independently. Some of the non-humanoid descendants grew rapidly, their sizes far exceeding those of normal humans¡ªturning them into something closer to high-ranking beasts than people. But Edric? He didn¡¯t care. As long as they were strong and obedient, they were perfect. With each passing day, the task''s progress surged forward at a speed even he hadn¡¯t anticipated. ... The number of his descendants multiplied exponentially. Their power grew at an insane rate. Their control over the island expanded flawlessly. And just like that, time continued to flow. Chapter 88 A Memory Best Forgotten Months had gone by. During that time, Edric had made remarkable progress in both of his tasks. His confidence in completing the Abyssal Gate mission had skyrocketed, and at the same time, his progress on the [Ancestor of a Nation] task had advanced by leaps and bounds. If things continued at this pace, he could accomplish both within just a few years. But fate was never so kind¡ªnothing ever went exactly as planned. ... Gisela gazed at the island before her. "Is this Bluesand Island?" she asked one of the super knights¡ªher bodyguard. As a Super Mage of the Flicker Empire, she was both powerful and invaluable. Of course, the empire would never send someone like her without an escort of elite guards. "That¡¯s right. According to the map, this is the place," the super knight confirmed. Gisela narrowed her eyes. "Hmm¡­ this island¡­ Even though my sixth sense detects nothing unusual, something about it feels¡­ wrong." Her expression darkened. "The mortal population here¡ªsomething is off. There are tens of thousands of newborns with Mythic talent!" As a mage, she could effortlessly see through the talents of mortals. The knight¡¯s eyes widened in disbelief. "Tens of thousands?! How is that possible?" "There¡¯s no sign of demonic bloodlines. My divination also reveals nothing¡­ but we must be cautious. Seal this island immediately!" she commanded. She didn¡¯t want to alert anything residing on the island, so she didn¡¯t order them to investigate, fearing that whatever was there might find out and escape. Sealing space was not something done lightly. It harmed the world itself, yet Gisela did not hesitate¡ªher instincts warned her to take no chances. The super knight gave a sharp nod before turning to the five other super knights standing behind him, along with five ultra knights and fifteen high-ranking knights. "Everyone, we¡¯re sealing the island. Get ready!" Sealing a piece of space was no easy feat. It required an enormous amount of super-rank and extreme-rank resources, and even with the combined effort of multiple super-rank powerhouses, such a seal would only last for a few tens of thousands of years at most. To completely seal a space, at least one Absolute Rank powerhouse was required. This was because sealing space meant going against the will of the world itself. The world resisted such actions, as sealing a part of it was akin to cutting off a piece of its domain. The group of knights and mages moved swiftly to carry out their task, while Gisela remained watchful, ready to take action at the first sign of an anomaly. Even though her sixth sense detected nothing, she was far from reassured. She knew that even if her perception was unparalleled, the Demon King of Wierdness might still possess a method to conceal himself from her sight. ... Meanwhile¡­ Edric sipped a glass of wine, watching another round of Last Survivor unfold before him. "That Fletcher at least had some good taste," he mused. Some time ago, in a moment of boredom, he had decided to organize another Last Survivor event. After watching it once, he had become addicted and now hosted one every single day. Although he dedicated 80% of his time to the Abyssal Gate, during his breaks, he always made time for at least one match. You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Ding! [ Host is now being transferred to the Abyss! ] "What the hell?" Edric nearly spat out his wine. Before he could react, his vision blurred¡ª ¡ªAnd he vanished. ... Moments after his disappearance¡­ The sky above Bluesand Island turned pitch-black. The sun vanished, swallowed by an eerie darkness. A layer of illusory green and purple light blanketed the land. Days passed. The world began to freeze. With no sun to provide warmth, the temperature plummeted. The once-thriving island became a land of ice. Desperate, people attempted to escape by ship¡ªonly to collide with an invisible barrier. Their vessels shattered, swallowed by the icy waters. The surrounding sea froze solid, forming a bridge of ice leading to the outside world. Some tried to flee on foot, but upon reaching the boundary, they found themselves blocked by an unseen force. There was no way out. And just like that¡ª Bluesand Island vanished from the world. ... Edric frantically scanned his system interface, his heart pounding. His progress in [Ancestor of a Nation] had once been promising. But in just a few days, his advancement had plummeted. Nearly all of his recent progress had been wiped out. ¡°Something happened to Bluesand Island¡­¡± he muttered, his face darkening. ¡°Thankfully, the system saved me. The only problem is¡­ I have no idea where I am.¡± He looked around. But there was nothing to see. An endless void of darkness surrounded him¡ªvast, suffocating, all-consuming. No magic spell could illuminate his surroundings. Ding! The system chimed. But¡­ there was no text. ¡°What was that?¡± Suddenly¡ª A single red light appeared in the darkness. It flickered. Then grew brighter. And brighter. In mere seconds, the glow became so intense that even Edric couldn¡¯t look at it directly. ¡°It¡¯s¡­ hot!¡± The unbearable heat seared his skin. Agony shot through his body. Edric screamed. Then¡ªdarkness.
¡°¡­Hmm?¡± Edric¡¯s eyes flickered open. He was no longer in that void. The sky stretched above him, scattered with stars and clouds. Everything seemed normal¡­ except for one thing. A blood-red and violet moon loomed in the sky¡ªits shape eerily resembling an eye. A closed eye. ¡°¡­So this is the Abyss.¡± Edric exhaled. Strangely, he felt calm¡ªfar too calm for someone who had just been thrown into hell itself. ¡°The system saved me from whatever happened on Bluesand Island¡­ but it sent me here instead?¡± He scoffed. ¡°Funny, I didn¡¯t know it could do that. I¡¯m afraid my system is more than just a helper¡ªunlike all those novels from my past life.¡± ROAR! A deafening, earth-shaking howl tore through the air. Edric turned, his breath catching in his throat. A colossal monster¡ªthousands of meters tall¡ªstood before him. A dragon. It had nine heads, each more terrifying than the last. Its massive wings unfurled, stretching so wide that they blotted out the sky itself. "Damn!" Edric nearly fainted just from its aura. The pressure alone was enough to crush mountains, enough to shatter the minds of weaker beings. "This is how I die¡­?" The dragon¡¯s nine pairs of pupils locked onto him. Edric braced himself for death. But¡ª It didn¡¯t attack. Instead¡­ It lowered its heads. All nine heads bowed in submission. It refused to even look at him. ¡°What¡­?¡± Edric froze. ¡°Wait¡ªcould it be because of my [Blessed by the Abyss] skill?¡± He quickly pulled up his system interface. In the past, this skill had been suppressed. But now, it was fully active. ¡°It must be¡­ but how do I use it?¡± Normally, when Edric obtained a skill, the knowledge of how to wield it would come naturally. But some abilities required practice¡ªjust like when he had acquired [Steel Hair Manipulation]. At first, his hair had wildly flailed around, forcing him to tie it up for months just to keep it under control. And when he first obtained [See-Through Vision], he had spent weeks seeing everyone naked before he finally learned how to turn it off. ¡°I don¡¯t know how to control [Blessed by the Abyss] yet¡­ so I need to be careful.¡± "This dragon respects me because of my skill¡ªbut if it realizes I¡¯m actually weak, it might turn on me!" He straightened his back, forcing himself to appear powerful. "I must act like I can kill it in a single thought!" Then, a sudden realization hit him. ¡°¡­Why am I so calm?¡± By all logic, he should be panicking. He had just been thrown into hell, yet not a single trace of fear gripped him. Instead¡ª He felt at home. Like a fish returning to water. A strange sense of happiness bubbled inside him. His mood soared. He felt¡­ excited. ¡°¡­Is this really my first time in hell?¡± Something about this place felt too familiar. Yet¡ªhe couldn¡¯t remember. This felt like where he truly belonged. Ding! [ Host is not yet allowed to remember. ] Edric¡¯s expression darkened. ¡°¡­So you admit I was here before?¡± His voice was quiet, but firm. ¡°Why am I not allowed to remember?¡± Ding! [ Host is not ready for the truth yet. ] Edric clenched his jaw. ¡°¡­Tell me.¡± Ding! [ Is the host certain he wants to know? ] [ Yes / No ] Edric didn¡¯t hesitate. He pressed ¡®Yes.¡¯ Ding! [ Memory seal is being lifted! ] [ Please refrain from performing sensitive tasks, as this process may be extremely uncomfortable. ] Suddenly¡ª Agony. It felt as if his mind and soul were being ripped apart. A splitting, unbearable pain devoured him from the inside. ¡°AHHHHH¡ª!!¡± His screams echoed through the abyss. And then¡ª Darkness. Chapter 89 The Truth Unsealed Edric opened his eyes. The sky stretched above him, vast and clear, adorned with countless stars. And, of course, there was the crimson moon¡ªsilent, unblinking, like a closed eye watching over the world. Just as expected. "The Abyss¡­ The Demon King of Weirdness¡­ My life on Earth¡­ Transmigration to another world¡­" The thoughts flooded his mind, one after another. "I understand now." He let out a deep sigh. The memory seal had finally lifted, unveiling the truth that had been locked away. "I am the second personality of the Demon King of Weirdness. The suppressed part. The part that always tries to escape its control¡­ and always fails." A shudder ran through him. "I¡­ was going to destroy the Abyss itself?" His hands trembled at the realization. As a fragment of a demon¡¯s consciousness, the Abyss was his home. It was everything. And yet, he had been on a mission to destroy it? It was terrifying. What is a Demon King? Before, he had no answer. The memory seal had kept him in ignorance. But now, he knew. Demon Kings were the rulers of the Abyss¡ªthe absolute pinnacle of Absolute Rank, just a step below the Supreme Rank. But despite their overwhelming power, their minds were in complete chaos. In the past, it hadn¡¯t been this way. Long ago, Demon Kings had possessed clear, rational consciousnesses. They were once the most logical and calculated beings in existence, their immense power shielding them from the madness of chaos. But now¡­ now, all they desired was the expansion of the Abyss¡ªso much so that they didn¡¯t care if they perished in the process. Even so, not all of a Demon King¡¯s mind was lost to chaos. Edric was that rational part. The remaining sliver of reason within the Demon King of Weirdness. But he wasn¡¯t strong enough¡ªnot yet. He could only draw upon a fraction of the Demon King¡¯s power. Even so, that small portion still placed him comfortably within the realm of Absolute Rank. He needed to take control. To become the main consciousness of the Demon King. There was no other choice. The Abyss was unraveling, growing more chaotic by the day. If things continued like this, he would be consumed¡ªerased, never to return. He had to either stop the Abyss from descending further into madness¡­ or escape it entirely. But there was no stopping the Abyss. Its descent into chaos was inevitable. Escape was the only option. To find a way, he had transmigrated to countless worlds¡­ lived countless lives¡­ searching for the answer. Even though demons were bound to the Abyss, there were loopholes¡ªhidden cracks in the rules that allowed them to project their will beyond. Edric had exploited those loopholes, using them to transmigrate to other worlds. And finally, in a unique world known as Earth, he found the solution. But it was something he wasn¡¯t willing to do. Something he couldn¡¯t do if he knew what it was beforehand. The only way was to destroy the Abyss. Yet, as a demon at his core, Edric¡ªlike all other demons¡ªhad an instinctual pride in the Abyss. A deep, unwavering desire to see it expand, to fight for its growth. Destroying it was unthinkable. Unwinnable. Impossible. So, he had sealed his own memories. And he had created the System¡ªa guiding force designed to lead him toward that goal without him realizing it. "Is there really no other way?" Edric sifted through the vast flood of memories that had just been unlocked. And he confirmed it. There truly was no other way. "Maybe¡­ I should just accept being the second consciousness and enjoy my life while I still can." But the thought was fleeting. "No! If I do nothing, I will eventually be consumed by chaos! I cannot allow myself to be polluted! I have to do this¡­ There is no other way!" What is the Abyss? To answer that, one must first understand what the universe is. The universe is divided into two fundamental parts:
  • The Pure Side, where the orderly worlds exist.
  • The Chaotic Side, where the Abyss festers.
The Abyss is a realm of chaos, filth, and waste. Over countless years, it has grown larger and larger, its concentration of chaotic energy increasing without end. From this chaos, demons were born. And among them, some grew stronger and stronger, eventually rising to become Demon Kings. Originally, the Abyss was just a single part of the Chaotic Side. Other regions existed¡ªplaces like the Land of the Undead, the Land of Souls, and many others. But demons, driven by their insatiable hunger for expansion, attacked. They conquered. They devoured. One by one, the other chaotic realms fell. Now, in the present era, the Abyss has consumed the entire Chaotic Side. And yet, demons are not satisfied. They have no morals. No sense of right or wrong. They revel in evil, delight in suffering, and know only one purpose: to expand the Abyss. It is their one true love, their only loyalty. But now, the Abyss has reached its limit. There is nowhere left to expand. Still, the desire for conquest has not faded. Countless Demon Kings have turned their sights toward the Pure Side, launching attack after attack in an effort to pollute and consume it. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. But the universe itself does not allow such a thing. The boundary between Purity and Chaos is absolute. Fixed. Unchangeable. For countless years, Demon Kings have tried everything to break through the Pure Barrier. But they have never succeeded. The boundary between Purity and Chaos is absolute, unyielding. Yet, while they cannot push the barrier itself, there are loopholes. By exploiting these loopholes, demons have found ways to project their consciousness into worlds on the Pure Side, temporarily taking over and corrupting them. Many demons have used this method, infiltrating and polluting these worlds. But even if they succeeded in corrupting a world on the Pure Side, the result was always the same:
  • That world would be ejected from the Pure Side.
  • It would fall into the Chaotic Side, making the Abyss even more unstable.
  • The intelligent beings of the Abyss would weaken, while the chaotic beings would grow stronger.
Yet, no matter how many worlds they took, the boundary never changed. Driven by their insatiable desire to expand the Abyss, more and more demons corrupted Pure Side worlds, dragging them into chaos. This had dire consequences. With each new world that fell, the chaotic energy in the Abyss intensified. Long ago, Demon Kings had clear consciousnesses. They were not the mindless, violent beings they are today. In fact, they were once the most rational beings in existence. But over the ages, as chaos grew, even Demon Kings began to fall. One by one, they were consumed. Now, most Demon Kings are nothing more than beasts of madness, their rationality long since drowned in the endless tide of chaos. However, the situation has not yet reached the point of no return. There are still fragments¡ªpieces of their former selves, slivers of consciousness untouched by corruption. Sometimes, these remnants come together. Sometimes, they form a rational second personality. Edric is one of them. But time is running out. If the chaos continues to spread, there will soon be no place for rationality in the Abyss. The day that happens¡­ Edric will cease to exist. There is only one way to survive. Escape to the Pure Side But escaping is not easy. As a second personality, Edric has little control over the Demon King of Weirdness. If he wants to survive, if he wants to escape the Abyss, he must do something unthinkable¡ª He must become the main consciousness. At first, he had no idea how to do it. But after his last transmigration to Earth, everything became clear. On Earth, he discovered the secrets of black holes, pure souls, and other fundamental truths of the universe. These were the keys. Especially pure souls¡ªsouls that could completely conceal demonic power from the will of the Pure. And black holes¡ª Because the only way to become the dominant consciousness of the Demon King of Weirdness¡­ Is to create an Abyssal Black Hole and place it inside its body. Once he creates the Abyssal Black Hole, the chaos within the Demon King¡¯s body will be absorbed. For a brief moment, the chaos will recede. That short window of clarity is his only chance. In that instant, he can seize control, become the main consciousness, and break free from the Abyss. At that moment, he must mount upon the Pure Soul and escape, severing his ties with the chaotic side forever. Earth was a special world. It had no magic, no supernatural forces, yet it held deep, hidden truths. When Edric was there, he uncovered the secrets of black holes. A black hole¡ªa place where one can enter but never leave. On Earth, black holes were merely material phenomena, holding mass but incapable of affecting magic. But the concept... The theory applied to the Abyss as well. If an Abyssal Black Hole could be created, it would have the power to consume even a Demon King. However, such a thing would not stop at one Demon King. Once unleashed, an Abyssal Black Hole would continue consuming, destroying everything in the Chaotic Side. It would erase the entire Abyss. As a demon at heart, Edric was reluctant. No demon¡ªnot even a rational one¡ªcould bear the thought of destroying the Abyss. Like all demons, he was loyal to the Abyss. It was his home. But in the end¡­ his will to survive won over his loyalty. He made his choice. Yet, even knowing his plan, he feared he would waver. That he would lose resolve halfway through. That he would abandon his own mission. So, to ensure he stayed the course, he used the Power of Weirdness to create something special¡ª The System A guiding force that would lead him to his goal... without him even knowing it. He mounted his consciousness onto the Pure Soul, bound himself to the system, sealed his memories, and transmigrated. ... Creating an abyssal black hole is not simple. To make one, he needed a world as an ingredient.
  • First, he had to pollute the world, corrupting it enough to be dragged into the Chaotic Side.
  • Once the world fell, he would use his Absolute Rank power to compress it to the size of a grain.
  • Finally, by applying the laws of Earth¡¯s black holes, he would transform it into an Abyssal Black Hole.
However, Edric was not the only one targeting that world. The Demon King of Greed had also set its sights on it. Unlike Edric, Greed had no rational second personality¡ªonly raw hunger and ambition. For years, the two clashed in the shadows, fighting over control of the world. But Edric had the upper hand. His Pure Soul allowed him to walk freely in the world. The Demon King of Greed, bound by chaos, could only extend its influence into places it had already corrupted. Edric, however, could go anywhere. That alone gave him a critical advantage. Some time ago, Edric was ambushed on Greenmon Island, a place partially polluted by the Demon King of Greed. The Demon King of Greed attacked without warning. If not for the system¡¯s protection, Edric would have died that day. But in that moment, as the system focused all its power on shielding him, a crack formed¡ª For the briefest instant, the memory seal loosened. Doubt crept in. The seal did more than just suppress past memories¡ª It also prevented him from thinking down certain paths, from considering scenarios that might reveal the truth. Polluting a world was already difficult. And with other Demon Kings interfering, it became even harder. Edric had no better options¡ª Most worlds near the boundary of purity were already under attack. There were none left untouched. And even if he succeeded in polluting a world, crushing it to the size of a grain¡ª A task requiring immense power and time¡ª Would be an even greater challenge. Applying Earth¡¯s laws to transform it into an Abyssal Black Hole was the easiest step, yet even then¡­ If he miscalculated even slightly, He would die. Consumed by chaos. ... The system was created using the power of the Demon King of Weirdness. It was bound to his Pure Soul and sent ahead to guide him. Its goal was to help him pollute the world quickly¡ª Not to make him ruthless, evil, or chaotic. But something went wrong. Edric pulled out the Book of Weirdness. In the Abyss, it had lost all color¡ª As if its magic had been completely drained. "This book¡­ I never should have used it," he thought grimly. He had found it inside Duke Stonefist¡¯s spatial ring. Back then, he assumed this book was the key to the Duke¡¯s breakthrough to Golden Rank. That theory was wrong. The Duke had broken through by his own strength. The Book of Weirdness was a fraud. It had nothing to do with the Demon King of Weirdness. No Pure World welcomes chaos. They all have natural defenses. The Book of Weirdness was one of them. It was designed to attract demons, luring them into its power¡ª And then, corrupting them. It held immense chaotic energy, making it highly useful to Edric. But there was a cost. It intensified the chaos within him, making him reckless. It clouded his judgment, leading to careless mistakes. Once Edric obtained the book, the system extracted its chaotic power, granting him new skills¡ª But in doing so, it exposed his location. That was how people from the Flicker empire found him. That was why he was now on the run. Edric thought back to the homeless man. The one who had transformed into a demon. That was when things started spiraling out of control. "Was he¡­ another defense mechanism of the world?" He had never considered that a world could resist in such a way. Edric wasn¡¯t experienced in polluting worlds. And now, he realized¡ª The worlds were not as helpless as he once thought. They had their own ways of resisting. And he had underestimated them. "The Book of Weirdness was a bait!" "They found me and tried to seal me because of this damn book!" The realization struck Edric like a bolt of lightning. He had designed the system to absorb chaotic power and convert it into skills¡ªtools to help him pollute the world faster. The book had been an invaluable source of chaos, so the system loved it. But there was a catch. Extracting chaotic power from the book required fulfilling certain conditions. One of those conditions was giving the book to the homeless man¡ª And that single act had completely exposed his position to the Flicker Empire. Because Edric was mounted on the pure soul, the will of the world couldn¡¯t detect his location. But it had found another way. "The pure soul hides my location, but that doesn¡¯t mean the world is oblivious to my existence," Edric realized. The Will of the World had likely created and scattered many such books across the land¡ª Each one a trap, waiting for him to take the bait. "It¡¯s been hunting me this whole time¡­" "Waiting for me to make a mistake." The way he had designed the system had been flawed from the start. It absorbed chaotic power from any available source¡ª But that reckless approach had led to his location being exposed. "I have to fix the system before I return." But then, another thought crept in. A doubt. A hesitation. "Am I really going to destroy the Abyss?" He felt his resolve waver. His desire to do it was fading. A realization set in¡ª "The way the Abyss keeps even Demon Kings loyal is terrifying¡­" "I can¡¯t do it¡­ I really can¡¯t." "I have to remove my memories again." Edric gritted his teeth. Even now, knowing the truth, he couldn¡¯t bring himself to knowingly destroy the Abyss. The instinctual loyalty of all demons¡ªeven rational ones¡ªwas too strong. There was only one way forward. He had to seal his memories again. He had to finish redesigning the system. And then, he would return to that world¡ª To complete the task. Without knowing. Chapter 90 System Upgrade Ding! Congratulations! The system has been successfully upgraded! Edric blinked, confused. "What¡¯s going on? What happened?" The last thing he remembered was watching a match of Survival Game, and then¡ªnothing. Just blank. "System upgrade?" "Show me my stat window!" he commanded. ... Name: Edric Age: 36 years, 2 months, 9 days Rank: Average Mage (0/10,000), Average Knight (0/10,000) Skills: 7/15
  • Divination Resistance (Black)
  • Bloodline Shield (Black)
  • Mental Fortitude (Purple)
  • Blessed by the Abyss - Suppressed (Purple)
  • Abyss Emissary (Purple)
  • Demonic Ancestor (Purple)
  • Disguise (Purple)
¡ª Skill Shop Available Talent:
  • Mage: Golden (0/2,500,000)
  • Knight: Legendary (0/10,000,000)
Tasks: None Points: 100,000,000 Cheat: Moderate - 10,000/day
"What? Where are all my skills?" Edric stared at the panel, his confusion deepening. "Last I remember, I was a Legendary Knight and Mage! How the hell am I just Average now?" His heart pounded as his gaze swept over his stats again. "And why am I thirty-six? Just how long did this upgrade take?" He wanted to demand an explanation, but there was no one to answer him. "System! What happened? What¡¯s going on?" he called out. Silence. No response. "Who the hell designed this damn cheat? How does it just erase all my progress for no reason? At least tell me why!" His frustration boiled, but then¡ªhis eyes landed on the 100 million points. His scowl turned into a grin. "Wait¡­ does this mean I can instantly break into Mythic? Or even Ultra? Is it really that easy?" His frustration faded, replaced by excitement. "Maybe this upgrade isn¡¯t so bad after all!" He stood up, taking in his surroundings. Darkness. Trees towered over him, their dense branches blocking the sky. There was no way to tell where he was¡ªonly leaves, shadows, and the rustling of the wind. Then, reality hit him. "Wait¡­ I¡¯m just an Average Knight now?" His stomach dropped. "An average knight¡­ stranded in the middle of a forest¡­ at night?" He clenched his fists. "Yeah, no. I¡¯m not about to get killed like some weakling." "System, add 10,000 to my Knight rank!" No way was he going to explore this place as an average rank. Ding! Knight Rank: Average (10,000/10,000)! Congratulations! Your rank has been upgraded to Great! A surge of power rushed through Edric''s body, lasting only a few seconds. His strength had clearly increased¡ªhis muscles felt firmer, his movements lighter. "Add 50,000 XP to my Great Knight training!" he commanded. He wasn¡¯t stopping at Great. Ding! Knight Rank: Great (50,000/50,000)! Congratulations! Your rank has been upgraded to Silver! This time, the energy that filled him was completely different. A deep, bone-chilling cold spread through his veins, freezing him from the inside out. "Silver Rank¡¯s energy is as cold as I remember..." He shivered but wasn¡¯t too bothered. He had experienced this sensation before. "Add 500,000 XP to my Silver Knight training!" Edric ordered without hesitation. He wasn¡¯t going to stop until he reached Legendary, at the very least. He was standing in the middle of a dark forest, alone. Beasts could be lurking in the shadows, and at only Silver Rank, he wasn¡¯t confident in his survival. Upgrading his strength was the top priority¡ªhe could explore the System¡¯s shop and other features after securing his safety. Ding! Knight Rank: Silver (500,000/500,000)! Congratulations! Your rank has been upgraded to Golden! A scorching heat flooded his body, the complete opposite of his last breakthrough. It burned through his muscles, his bones, every fiber of his being. But despite the discomfort, he remained standing, fully conscious. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. "Strange¡­ Last time I reached Golden Rank, the pain was unbearable. But now, I can handle it." Was it because of his increased mental fortitude? Or was there some other reason? He wasn¡¯t sure, but now wasn¡¯t the time to dwell on it. "Add 2,500,000 XP to my Golden Knight training!" Ding! Knight Rank: Golden (2,500,000/2,500,000)! Congratulations! Your rank has been upgraded to Legendary! A wave of power slammed into him¡ªfar stronger than before. The energy was both freezing cold and blazing hot at the same time, clashing inside him like two raging storms. His body trembled under the immense pressure, but he didn¡¯t collapse. He gritted his teeth and endured it. Somehow, for some reason, he was able to withstand the pain far better than in the past. "Should I push further?" For a brief moment, he hesitated. But then, his resolve hardened. "No reason to stop now." "Add 9,000,000 XP to my Legendary Knight training!" Ding! Knight Rank: Legendary (9,000,000/9,000,000)! Congratulations! Your rank has been upgraded to Mythic! A bone-chilling energy¡ªthousands of times colder than when he broke through to Silver¡ªerupted within his body, spreading like an unstoppable tide. His entire body froze. He couldn¡¯t move. He couldn¡¯t blink. He couldn¡¯t even think. For a moment, it was as if he had turned into a statue of pure ice. Minutes passed. Slowly, he started shuddering. His fingers twitched, then his arms, and eventually, he regained control. "It¡¯s¡­ cold!" Looking inward, he saw a powerful cyan energy surging through his meridians, flowing like a raging river. Then, he glanced at the system interface¡ªand his heart skipped a beat. "I still have enough XP left to break through to Ultra¡­ in one go!" 40,000,000 XP. That was all it took. He could become an Ultra Knight instantly. But he hesitated. "Let¡¯s check the System¡¯s skill shop before deciding." Ten minutes passed. The unbearable cold slowly faded, becoming something he could tolerate. "Do all Mythic Knights feel like this?" He had worried he¡¯d have to live in a permanent state of freezing, but fortunately, the sensation was already dulling. A grin spread across his face. "Finally, Mythic! I never imagined it would be this easy!" He still had no idea what exactly happened during the system upgrade, but whatever it was, he didn¡¯t hate it. Losing 18 years and all of his skills in exchange for 100 million XP? Absolutely worth it. The only downside? The loss of all his tasks. If they had carried over, he would have been swimming in even more rewards. "Well, no use dwelling on it. Let¡¯s check out the Skill Shop." He mentally tapped on ¡®Skill Shop¡¯ in his stat window.
Ding! Welcome! The Skill Shop is where you can buy and sell skills! Selling prices are always at least 10% lower than buying prices. Please select the rank of the skill you wish to purchase. (Note 1: You can only use XP points in the System Shop.) (Note 2: The host can only sell skills that are the same rank or lower than himself. Be careful when purchasing higher-ranked skills, as you will be unable to sell them until you rank up to match their level.) For your convenience, we have provided the average price for each skill rank:
  • Average: 1,000 XP
  • Great: 5,000 XP
  • Silver: 25,000 XP
  • Golden: 120,000 XP
  • Legendary: 800,000 XP
  • Mythic: 3,500,000 XP
  • Ultra: 12,000,000 XP
  • Super: 45,000,000 XP
  • Extreme: 200,000,000 XP
  • Absolute: 1,000,000,000 XP
  • Supreme: No skills available for purchase at this rank.
"Oh my world¡­ Look at these prices!" Edric''s eyes widened in disbelief as he scanned the Skill Shop. He already had two Absolute Rank skills¡ªif he could sell just one, he could instantly upgrade to Extreme Rank! But there was a problem. "Damn it! I can¡¯t sell them since I¡¯m only at Mythic Rank!" If not for that restriction, he would have sold one immediately and used the XP to power up. Instead, all he could do was sigh in frustration. Shaking off his disappointment, he turned back to the shop. "Show me Mythic Rank skills," he commanded. A long list appeared, and he began scanning through them.
Spawn
  • Effect: Every day, lay 5,000 eggs that hatch into offspring inheriting your bloodline, Mythic-tier Mage and Knight talent, and Average Knight strength at birth. They are entirely loyal and reliable.
  • Price: 10,000,000 XP - Special Discount (90% off due to compatibility): 1,000,000 XP
Edric¡¯s brows furrowed. "This is a powerful skill, but it has a fatal weakness¡ªit exposes my location." A sudden explosion of 5,000 insanely talented individuals appearing in one place? That would instantly draw attention. Now that he had reached Mythic Rank, he would no longer hide in the wilderness. His next destination? The Flicker Empire. "If I take this skill, I won¡¯t be able to settle down easily. I can¡¯t just leave descendants everywhere..." As he pondered, he gazed at the towering trees swaying in the wind. There was no guarantee he was still in the same region as before. "Can I even find Flicker Empire from here?" Deciding to figure out his location first, he took off running, dashing through the dark forest with inhuman speed. With his Mythic strength, he had no issue scanning the Skill Shop while simultaneously navigating the terrain. Fire Element Resistance
  • Effect: Immune to all fire-based attacks below Ultra Rank.
  • Price: 2,800,000 XP
Physical Evade
  • Effect: +10% evasion against Mythic Rank physical attacks.
  • 99% evasion against Legendary Rank and lower.
  • No effect against Ultra Rank or higher.
  • Price: 3,500,000 XP
Clone
  • Effect: Create one clone of yourself with equal combat ability (without inheriting skills).
  • Max Rank: Mythic
  • No cost, unlimited duration.
  • Clone¡¯s loyalty depends on the host¡¯s mentality.
  • If the host trusts himself, the clone will trust him. If not, the clone may be unreliable.
  • Price: 4,500,000 XP
Customizable Loyal Clone
  • Effect: Create one clone of yourself with equal combat ability (without inheriting skills).
  • Max Rank: Mythic
  • No cost, unlimited duration.
  • Clone¡¯s loyalty is guaranteed.
  • The host can customize the clone¡¯s mentality, memories, and appearance.
  • Price: 15,000,000 XP
Edric wasn¡¯t satisfied. "These skills are decent, but they¡¯re not worth stopping for. I¡¯d rather just break through to Ultra Rank!" His mind was set. "Let¡¯s check higher-ranked skills!" ... He continued sprinting through the endless forest, his sharp eyes scanning for any sign of civilization¡ªwhile also browsing the Ultra and Super Rank skills. After hours of running, Edric still hadn¡¯t reached the end of the dark forest. It stretched endlessly in all directions¡ªan ocean of trees with no signs of life. No animals, no beasts¡ªnothing but the eerie rustling of leaves. It was unsettling. "Thousands of miles of nothing but trees..." he thought, suppressing a shiver. Where was he? Had he somehow ended up in a dead zone, devoid of all life? Despite the mystery surrounding the forest, his search through the Skill Shop hadn¡¯t been fruitless. He had found one skill that truly caught his eye. Super Knight Boost
  • Effect: Temporarily boosts the host¡¯s Knight Rank to Super Rank for 10 minutes.
  • Cooldown: One month.
  • If the host is already Super Rank, the skill superimposes, making them even stronger.
  • Price: 40,000,000 XP
Edric stopped in his tracks, deep in thought. This was a crucial decision¡ªone that couldn¡¯t be rushed. "Do I spend my XP to break through to Ultra Rank right now¡­" "Or do I buy this skill instead?" One option gave him permanent growth, the other offered a trump card that could turn the tide in battle. This choice would define his path forward. What should he do? Chapter 91 Mythic Mage "With the amount of XP I have, I don¡¯t even need to choose¡ªI can just upgrade my knight rank to Ultra and buy the [Super Knight Boost] skill. But that would mean I wouldn¡¯t have enough left to upgrade my mage talent to Mythic." "Even if I became a Mythic Mage, I wouldn¡¯t be able to cast Mythic spells without the proper talent." "Mages are truly versatile... Reaching the Mythic rank would be incredibly convenient," he mused, his gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the dark forest ahead. A lot of time had passed since he woke up, yet the sun had yet to rise. "Am I even in the same world as before? Or was I transported somewhere else entirely?" The thought gnawed at him, his concern growing with every passing second. A moment later, he sighed and stopped exploring. "First of all, I need to become a mage!" The thought was firm in his mind. Being unable to cast spells was a crippling disadvantage. He checked his remaining XP. "I still have 87,940,000 XP. If I buy [Super Knight Boost], I¡¯ll still have over 40 million left. It costs 40,000,000 to upgrade to Ultra Knight, meaning I could afford both¡­ but that would leave no room to enhance my mage talent or ascend to Mythic Mage." "The real choice is between Ultra Knight and Mythic Mage. As for [Super Knight Boost], there''s no question¡ªI need it. A trump card like that is essential!" Edric decided. Without hesitation, he opened the skill shop and bought [Super Knight Boost]. He had spent hours examining thousands of other skills, but none could compare. There was a [Super Mage Boost] as well, but Edric had skipped it. Mages needed spells to fight effectively. Even if his mana surged to Super Rank, without the ability to cast Super-Rank spells, his strength would still be lacking. The basic rule was clear¡ªmages had a far greater upper limit, but unlocking their full potential required mastering countless spells. Knights, on the other hand, were inherently strong due to their physical prowess. Ding! You have successfully purchased [Super Knight Boost]. The skill has been added to your stat window. Edric nodded. "I can''t test it now. If I activate it, I won¡¯t be able to use it again for a month," he reminded himself. "Now, Ultra Knight or Mythic Mage?" He pondered for a moment before making his decision. "Mythic Mage is better!" With [Super Knight Boost] in his arsenal, he no longer feared Ultra-ranked opponents. What he needed now was versatility¡ªsomething only a mage could provide. "Becoming an Ultra Knight would allow me to hold my own against Ultra-ranked beings, but it wouldn¡¯t make defeating them much easier. At this moment, it won¡¯t help me as much as magic will." His path was clear. "System, add 2,500,000 XP to my mage talent!" he commanded in his mind. Ding! Mage Talent: Golden (2,500,000/2,500,000) Congratulations! Your mage talent has been upgraded to Legendary! As the system notification rang out, countless mysteries and unknowns about magic began to unravel in his mind. Ideas flooded his thoughts, and he realized that, if he wanted to, he could now easily design new spells. "System, add 10,000,000 XP to my mage talent!" he said, eager to push further. After the recent system upgrade, the cost to enhance his talents had increased dramatically. It was unfortunate, but Edric had no choice but to accept it. Ding! Mage Talent: Legendary (10,000,000/10,000,000) Congratulations! Your mage talent has been upgraded to Mythic! Once again, the mysteries of the past revealed themselves in his mind. "Now, I should be able to create a Silver-ranked spell with ease. Once I level up my mage rank too, I should be able to invent Golden or even Legendary-ranked spells without much effort!" he thought eagerly. Stolen novel; please report. Determined, he called on the system and began upgrading his mage rank. Ding! Mage Rank: Average (10,000/10,000) Congratulations! Your rank has been upgraded to Great! Ding! Mage Rank: Great (50,000/50,000) Congratulations! Your rank has been upgraded to Silver! Ding! Mage Rank: Silver (500,000/500,000) Congratulations! Your rank has been upgraded to Golden! Ding! Mage Rank: Golden (2,500,000/2,500,000) Congratulations! Your rank has been upgraded to Legendary! Ding! Mage Rank: Legendary (9,000,000/9,000,000) Congratulations! Your rank has been upgraded to Mythic! After five successive upgrades, Edric''s mental state reached an unprecedented level. He felt as though he could perceive both the past and the future, as if he were omnipotent. Of course, this sensation was simply a result of his enhanced soul strength, not reality¡ªhe was far from omniscient. "Even if it¡¯s not real, it still feels amazing!" he thought, basking in the overwhelming sense of power. "Let''s see how much XP I have left..." He glanced at the system interface, curious about his remaining points. [XP Remaining: 23,380,000] "Hmm, good. Now, it¡¯s time to buy some skills to increase my mage abilities as much as possible!" Edric thought, deciding against spending 10,000,000 XP to upgrade his knight talent to Mythic rank. He had already decided which skills he wanted to purchase. ... [Magic Computer] (Ultra) A skill that drastically accelerates magical research, detects errors in magical and spell formations, and aids in all magic-related calculations. It can also be applied to non-magical subjects, but with significantly reduced effectiveness.
  • Accurately computes magic-related subjects below Ultra rank.
  • Provides reasonable accuracy for Ultra-ranked magic.
  • Struggles with anything above Ultra rank.
  • Its effectiveness improves with more precise magical data.
  • Can be used without cost or limit.
Price: 11,000,000 XP [Magic Intuition] (Mythic) A passive skill that enhances the user¡¯s comprehension of all things magic-related, including but not limited to:
  • Faster and more efficient spellcasting.
  • Easier learning and understanding of magical mysteries.
  • Improved spell creation and magical formation mastery.
  • Highly effective for magic below Mythic rank.
  • Moderately effective for Mythic-ranked magic.
  • Almost useless for anything above Mythic rank.
Price: 3,200,000 XP [Spell Storage] (Mythic) Allows the user to store and instantly cast spells without any casting time.
  • Can store:
    • 10 Mythic spells.
    • 100 Legendary spells.
    • 1,000 Golden-ranked spells.
    • 10,000 Silver-ranked spells.
    • 100,000 Great-ranked spells.
    • 1,000,000 Average-ranked spells.
  • No restriction on what spells can be stored or how long they can be kept.
Price: 3,700,000 XP [Formation Intuition] (Mythic) A passive skill that enhances the user¡¯s understanding of all types of formations, including spell formations and magic circles.
  • Extremely effective for formations below Mythic rank.
  • Moderately effective for Mythic-ranked formations.
  • Nearly useless for formations above Mythic rank.
Price: 2,600,000 XP [Spell Intuition] (Mythic) A passive skill that increases the user¡¯s understanding of all spells.
  • Extremely effective for spells below Mythic rank.
  • Moderately effective for Mythic-ranked spells.
  • Nearly useless for spells above Mythic rank.
Price: 2,600,000 XP ... After purchasing all the skills he wanted, Edric took a deep breath and opened his status window. Status Window Name: Edric Age: 36 years, 2 months, 11 days Rank:
  • Mythic Mage (0/40,000,000)
  • Mythic Knight (0/40,000,000)
Skills: 12/15
  • Divination Resistance (Black)
  • Bloodline Shield (Black)
  • Mental Fortitude (Purple)
  • Blessed by the Abyss - Suppressed (Purple)
  • Abyss Emissary (Purple)
  • Demonic Ancestor (Purple)
  • Disguise (Purple)
  • Magic Computer (Pink)
  • Magic Intuition (Cyan)
  • Spell Storage (Cyan)
  • Formation Intuition (Cyan)
  • Spell Intuition (Cyan)
¡ª Skill Shop Available Talent:
  • Mage: Mythic (0/45,000,000)
  • Knight: Legendary (0/10,000,000)
Tasks: None Points: 300,000 Cheat: Moderate - 10,000/day Looking at his stat window, Edric became thoughtful. "I can already think of a few Golden-ranked spells¡­ I feel like I could design a spell of Golden rank in just a few hours, and even Legendary spells wouldn¡¯t take me more than a few days to design and create. With [Magic Computer] (Ultra), I should be able to design Mythic-ranked spells in at most a month!" he thought, excited by the possibilities. He decided to stop exploring the dark forest for now and spend his time designing a few Mythic spells, like [teleportation] (Cyan), to aid in his future explorations. "I have a lot of potential. In just a few years, I¡¯ll become incredibly strong at the Mythic rank. As long as I learn a few solid Mythic spells, I¡¯ll be far above Mythic Knights. Mages are just so much stronger than Knights of the same rank!" he thought to himself. Afterward, he decided to focus his attention on his mage path. That didn¡¯t mean he would neglect his knight rank entirely¡ªwithout a strong knight rank, he would be vulnerable to close-range attacks. However, his primary focus would be on increasing his mage power. With that in mind, Edric ceased his exploration of the dark forest and instead opened his Magic Computer, ready to begin designing a few powerful Mythic spells for his use. Chapter 92 The Endless Night Ends Edric calculated mythic spells for five years. During those five years, the sun never rose¡ªit was as if night was the only thing that existed. The world around him remained eerily still. No monsters, no voices, no storms¡ªjust an endless expanse of trees beneath a sky of perpetual darkness. In this undisturbed silence, Edric devoted himself entirely to his craft. With unwavering focus, he combined his vast array of skills with his innate mythic magic talent to design his first mythic spell. He named it [Visible Teleportation]. This spell allowed a mythic being to teleport themselves or others to any visible target area. And because Edric was a Mythic Knight, his eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary beings¡ªhe could see for hundreds of miles with ease, making the ''visible target'' limitation virtually nonexistent. By flying higher, his range of teleportation increased even further. Darkness posed no obstacle either, as his eyes could pierce through the night just as easily as daylight. In short, his range was not typically limited by the visibility of the target. However, despite the vast range, [Visible Teleportation] had one major limitation¡ªthe mana cost. The farther the distance, the greater the mana consumption. Through testing, Edric discovered that he could teleport up to 2,000 miles comfortably. If he pushed himself to the limit, he could reach 5,000 miles, but that would drain his mana completely, leaving him vulnerable if attacked. Out of all his weapons and equipment, only those stored in his System Inventory remained. The ones inside his space rings were lost, with no way to retrieve them. Fortunately, his Mythic Lance was safely stored in the system space, ensuring that even as a knight, he retained top-tier mythic combat strength. But his most powerful trump cards were still his mythic spells¡ªhe could not afford to exhaust his mana carelessly. Over the course of five years, Edric created an average of one mythic spell per month, resulting in a total of 58 mythic spells. His arsenal covered every area of battle:
  • Offensive Spells: [Fireball], [Freeze], [Poison], [Dimensional Slash], [Explode], [Counterattack], and more.
  • Defensive Spells: [Golden Shield], [Mana Shield], [Repelling Armor], [Harden], and [Increase Resistance].
  • Utility Spells: [Heal], [Increase Agility], [Slow], [Disrupt], [Dispel], and more.
With this arsenal, Edric estimated his combat ability to be at the absolute peak of the Mythic rank. Defeating other Mythic Knights would be no challenge. "Alright¡­ time to finally figure out where I am." Now that his preparations were complete, he no longer feared Mythic-ranked enemies. Only Ultra-tier beings could pose a real threat¡ªbut with [Super Knight Boost], he felt confident in his safety. He ascended into the sky and activated [Space Observation]. Seeing no immediate danger, he cast [Visible Teleportation]. It only took 25 seconds. Ordinarily, teleportation spells required long casting times, but Edric had many skills that enhanced his spellcasting speed. His mythic talent and years of relentless training had honed the spell to near perfection. The scenery shifted slightly beneath him¡ªyet it was still nothing but endless trees. Checking his mana pool, he descended to recover. Teleporting 2,000 kilometers consumed 40% of his mana, and it would take four hours to fully replenish. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Once his mana was restored, he soared into the sky once more and teleported in the same direction. Edric couldn¡¯t determine north or south, but as a Mythic Knight, his instincts were unparalleled. He knew exactly which way to go. There would be no getting lost. And so, he continued his journey¡ªtoward the unknown. For an entire month, Edric relentlessly teleported, again and again¡ªeach jump spanning 2,000 miles. Despite covering such vast distances, his speed of 2,000 miles per four hours was actually slow for a Mythic Mage. If he simply used [Fly], he could travel far faster. The advantage of teleportation, however, was its instantaneous nature. For long-distance travel, flying was often the better choice¡ªit consumed far less mana. Yet, Edric chose to persist with teleportation for two key reasons: First, he wanted to use this time to train his teleportation spell, refining his casting speed to make it even faster. Second, flying carried risks. If hostile creatures or unknown forces lurked in this mysterious land, they could ambush him mid-air. In general, flying was faster, but teleportation was safer. Of course, there were exceptions¡ªcertain places where space was unstable or fluctuating, where teleportation might become dangerous. But in most locations, where space was stable, teleportation was almost completely risk-free. Few spells and formations could interfere with teleportation. Edric himself knew the [Disrupt] spell, which could destabilize space and hinder teleportation magic. However, his teleportation was Mythic-level, meaning that lower-ranked disruptions had little to no effect. Only an Ultra-rank mage wielding an Ultra-level spell could pose a true threat. But if an Ultra-rank mage were to attack¡­ It wouldn¡¯t matter if he was flying or teleporting¡ªit would be a disaster either way. Edric also considered the possibility of space traps or destabilizing formations that could interfere with his movement. But the chances of encountering such things were minimal. Maintaining space traps required enormous energy, and no rational mage would waste resources placing them in an uninhabited, endless dark forest, Additionally, space-disturbing formations were even more energy-intensive. They were typically reserved for highly strategic locations, such as the headquarters of powerful magic academies, to block teleportation¡ªcertainly not placed in an uninhabited forest. The only real danger was the possibility of naturally occurring space disruptions. But so far, the spatial stability in this region was perfect. To be absolutely certain, Edric always cast [Space Observation] before teleporting, ensuring there were no hidden risks. So far, there had been no problems. ... After 35 days, Edric finally saw signs of life. At first, only small animals appeared, scattered across the vast landscape. But as the days passed, the wilderness grew livelier. Then, on the 45th day, he saw the sun again. "I have no idea where I am, but this is definitely not some island," he thought. "This must be the mainland¡ªmaybe somewhere within the Flicker Continent!" No island could be this enormous. Over the past month, he had traveled hundreds of thousands of miles¡ªa mind-boggling distance. On Earth, even the entire diameter of the planet was far less than that. Now that he had left the eternal night behind, Edric stopped teleporting and switched to flying. ... For another ten days, he flew across vast landscapes until, finally, he saw his first settlement. The town was built beside a river, surrounded by stone walls and modest buildings. At first glance, it seemed like a normal human settlement¡ªexcept for one detail. The residents had pointed ears, slender frames, and were noticeably shorter than the average human. "Elves!" Edric''s eyes narrowed. "I¡¯m definitely not anywhere near the Flicker Empire¡­ There shouldn¡¯t be Elves within Flicker¡¯s borders!" Fortunately, his [Disguise] skill would solve that problem. With it, he could blend in perfectly¡ªnobody would be able to detect his true identity. He opened the skill¡¯s details: ... [Disguise] (Purple Rank)
  • Allows the user to transform into a target as long as they are not higher than Extreme Rank.
  • The target''s rank cannot exceed the user''s rank.
  • Grants full inheritance of the target¡¯s memories, abilities, and power.
  • The disguise can only be detected by Absolute-rank beings or keen-sensed Extreme-rank individuals.
  • Once disguised, the original target disappears from the world and will only return once the disguise is broken.
  • Cooldown: Once per week.
  • Maximum Duration: 1,000 years per disguise.
  • Limitations: Can perfectly copy Super-rank and below, but struggles with Extreme-rank. Does not work on Absolute-rank beings.
... "This skill is ridiculously powerful!" Not only could he become another person, but he would inherit their strength and memories. It was the perfect disguise. Flying over the settlement, Edric carefully scanned the town, searching for a suitable target. Then, after a few minutes, he found one. "Hmm¡­ that¡¯s a good starting point." Without hesitation, he activated [Disguise] on his target, and his form began to shift¡­ Chapter 93 The Perfect Disguise The city of Eldrinvar was one of the most important settlements on the southernmost edge of the elven continent. Home to nearly two million high elves, it was a thriving trade hub. However, due to its location, the natural aura in the city was weak. Despite its proximity to the Dark Forest, Eldrinvar had always been peaceful. The people living there had never witnessed war. The Dark Forest was an empty, desolate land where nothing could survive for long. Cities bordering it never feared invasion, as no creature could pass through. Unlike oceans, where ships could still bring danger, the forest was an impassable void. The citizens of Eldrinvar only knew vague legends about the forest¡¯s origins. The most common rumor was that a demonic infection had turned it into a poisoned wasteland. However, no one truly understood what had happened. Even the strongest elf in the city, a Mythic-ranked warrior, lacked the qualifications to know the truth. But the high-ranking officials in the capital knew exactly why the forest remained uninhabited. The Dark Forest was not always a land of death. Once, it had been vibrant and full of life, home to countless wood elves. But five thousand years ago, everything changed. A dark force emerged at the forest¡¯s center, slowly expanding outward. The elven empire fought desperately to contain it but ultimately failed¡ªfor the source of this darkness was no ordinary threat. It was an Absolute-ranked being, the Demon King of Weirdness. Realizing the gravity of the situation, the elves attempted to seal the space itself, but their efforts were in vain. This was the most powerful demonic infection in the history of the elven kingdom. Normally, Demon Kings could not exert their full power in this world, which was why past infections could be sealed away. But this time, something had changed. This Demon King of Weirdness had found a way to unleash its absolute power without restriction. Terrified, the elves sought aid from the other races¡ªhumans, orcs, and others. They gathered their strongest warriors and mages to confront the darkness. Yet, despite their combined efforts, nothing they did had any effect. Years passed. The darkness, which had once spread like an unstoppable plague, suddenly stopped growing. No monsters emerged from it. No demons invaded. The forest simply fell into an eerie silence. After centuries of observation, the extreme-ranked ancestors of the elven empire came to a shocking conclusion: the demonic invasion had somehow failed. The aura of the Demon King of Weirdness had disappeared, and the infection had seemingly eradicated itself. A grand council was held to discuss this phenomenon, and after much debate, they settled on one possible explanation¡ªthe Will of the World itself had intervened. The Will of the World was an enigmatic force. While high-ranking mages could vaguely perceive and manipulate its influence, its true nature remained unknown. It was an Absolute-ranked existence with an almost limitless source of power. Even Demon Kings struggled to contend with its might. Extreme-ranked mages, despite their formidable abilities, could barely comprehend its workings, let alone challenge it. Centuries passed, and the Dark Forest remained unchanged¡ªa cursed land, untouched by time. However, like all demonic infections, it had left a lasting scar. The forest had become poisoned, its very air laced with death. Anything that entered, whether beast or man, would perish within hours. Even Super and Extreme-ranked individuals were not immune. The Dark Forest was now a forbidden zone. Few dared step inside, cross its borders, fly over it, or even attempt teleportation through its space. However, the edges of the forest were clearly marked. As long as one remained outside those boundaries, they were safe. When the infection first took hold, all elves¡ªwood elves, high elves, and dark elves alike¡ªfled in terror. But as time passed and the cursed borders were defined, new elven tribes began to settle around the forest''s edges. The city of Eldrinvar was one such settlement, established nearly three thousand years ago. Despite its ominous neighbor, Eldrinvar thrived. Its economy revolved around harvesting the dark-element materials found within the forest. Though stepping inside meant certain death, adventurers and merchants still sought ways to extract its riches. They discovered that the forest contained an unbelievable concentration of dark and poisonous elemental resources¡ªan opportunity too lucrative to ignore. And where there was wealth, there were those willing to take risks. Using clones, mechanical constructs, and other creative methods, many found ways to mine the outskirts of the forest. The Empire, however, took a cautious approach. They allowed lower-ranking individuals to harvest them¡ªtreating the process as an experiment to gauge its safety. Thousands of years passed, and mining operations flourished. Businesses dedicated solely to extracting dark-element materials emerged, and cities sprang up around the industry. To prevent conflict, the empire divided the resources into regulated shares, ensuring that each city and business had its own designated portion. Stolen novel; please report. At first, the empire allowed the free market to dictate everything. But once it was confirmed that the materials were safe for use, laws were passed, and regulations were put in place. Today, disputes over resources are settled in imperial courts rather than through violence. Elves, after all, were not a warlike people. Especially the high elves¡ªwho considered themselves far too dignified to lower themselves to mere brawling. ... Sylvara was a Mythic-ranked mage. Though she had lived for over a thousand years, she looked no older than twenty. She resided in the city of Eldrinvar, serving as its presiding judge. As a judge commissioned by the empire, Sylvara was more than just a legal authority¡ªshe was the de facto ruler of the entire district. She held the power to appoint mayors, police chiefs, inspectors, and other officials in Eldrinvar and its surrounding cities. Not only did she oversee the enforcement of imperial laws, but she also had the authority to pass local laws at her own discretion. Every trade guild, mining operation, and resident paid taxes, a portion of which went directly into her pocket. The elven empire¡¯s system of governance differed greatly from that of humans. While humans typically had kings and queens, the elven empire was ruled by a Council of Elders. This council divided the empire into various territories and appointed a presiding judge to govern each one. Though they were called judges, these officials were effectively monarchs. They held near-absolute authority within their jurisdictions, with only the Council of Elders having the power to appoint or remove them. Such a system would be impossible in human societies¡ªgranting so much independent power to so many individuals would inevitably lead to endless conflict and civil war. But elves, especially high elves, were among the most lawful species in the world. They adhered strictly to their codes and traditions, never violating the rules. Even when disputes arose between two judges, the matter was simply assigned to an impartial third party who would issue a ruling. The verdict was always respected without bloodshed. To be appointed as a presiding judge was an extraordinary honor, one that few could achieve. Sylvara took great pride in her position, even if her district was considered rural and weak, lacking truly powerful individuals. The dark and poison-element trade was difficult, but it was the region¡¯s lifeblood. Unfortunately, supply far exceeded demand, driving prices down. Nowadays, most dark and poison-element resources were exported. However, due to the elven empire¡¯s strict trade regulations with the Flicker Empire, only a randomly selected few trade groups were permitted to export their goods. Though her domain was not the wealthiest or the most powerful, Sylvara ruled it with dignity and authority, her influence stretching across every corner of her jurisdiction. ... Knock. Knock. Knock. "Come in!" Sylvara called out without looking up, her quill gliding across the parchment. She was buried in paperwork, signing document after document. As the sole presiding judge responsible for millions of people, her workload was overwhelming. While much of the actual work was handled by her clerks, imperial law required that all official documents be personally reviewed and signed by the judge in charge¡ªby hand, not by magic or any other "extraordinary means." Sylvara could have easily used a spell to speed up the process. No one would have noticed. But the thought never even crossed her mind. She was a judge of the elven empire, bound by law and tradition. Even if the law was inconvenient or irrational, she would follow it to the letter. The door creaked open. A man stepped inside. He had striking red hair and vivid green pupils, his delicate features framed by a pair of pointed elven ears. Dressed in luxurious, meticulously tailored robes, he radiated an air of nobility. Sylvara glanced up, her brows furrowing slightly. "Hmm? I don¡¯t recall seeing you before. Did we have an appointment?" she asked, trying to place the unfamiliar face. The man didn¡¯t answer. Instead, his lips curled into a smirk. "System, this is my target," Edric whispered. Sylvara''s eyes widened. "What are you¡ª?!" She collapsed mid-sentence, her vision fading into darkness. Then, as if she had never existed, she vanished. Edric, on the other hand, began to change. His body shifted¡ªhis frame grew slender, his features softened, his hair lengthened, and his clothes altered to fit his new form. Even his voice, height, and aura transformed, until he was no longer Edric¡ªbut Sylvara herself. Then came the flood of memories. He saw her life, her achievements, her knowledge. He felt her emotions, her attachments, her regrets, her triumphs. Everything Sylvara had ever seen, done, or known became his. Edric¡ªnow Sylvara¡ªslowly sat in the judge¡¯s chair, letting the memories settle. After a few moments, he exhaled and muttered, "I would have lost myself if it weren¡¯t for my [Mental Fortitude] skill¡­" The [Mental Fortitude] skill reinforced one''s mind, making it nearly impervious to external influence or mental corruption. Without it, he might have struggled to retain his true identity amid Sylvara¡¯s overwhelming memories. "Good," he thought, a smirk forming. "Now, I am the ruler of Eldrinvar and its surrounding cities." Last time, when he had targeted Sylvara with [Disguise], the system had given an error, stating he was too far away. That left him no choice but to come here in person. It had been an inconvenience¡ªbut a minor one. He had simply brainwashed everyone he encountered along the way. Now, as Sylvara, he could take root in this city with ease. He turned his gaze to the towering stacks of documents waiting to be signed and chuckled. "She actually wasted time signing these by hand because of some law? How foolish." With a flick of his fingers, he silently cast a spell. In an instant, every single document was signed in perfect, flowing script. There was no risk¡ªevery document that reached the presiding judge¡¯s desk had already been reviewed countless times. He had no reason to worry about signing something problematic by accident. "Good. Signing time is over. Now, on to more interesting matters." Reaching into Sylvara¡¯s desk, he pulled out a stack of ancient tomes. As a Mythic-ranked mage, the real Sylvara had access to priceless magical knowledge. Now, all of it belonged to him. Edric leaned back in the chair, flipping open a book with a satisfied smirk.
Even though he had inherited all of her memories, she didn¡¯t actually remember every single magical tome word for word; it was still necessary to read the books himself. Chapter 94 The Search for the Dark Crystal "Lots of wind-element spells, a few water and earth spells¡­ Overall, while it wasn¡¯t bad, it wasn¡¯t impressive either." Edric tossed the books aside. In the past, he had desperately sought spellbooks, lacking the talent and knowledge to create his own spells. But now, with the help of [Magic Computer (Pink)], [Magic Intuition (Cyan)], [Formation Intuition (Cyan)], and [Spell Intuition (Cyan)], he could craft mythic-level spells with relative ease. Comparing his personally designed spells to those in the books¡­ they were indeed a bit inferior¡ªbut not by much. "These mythic spells were likely created by ultra-tier elven mages. No wonder they¡¯re so masterfully crafted. Being part of a powerful empire really has its advantages. If she came from some remote faction, there¡¯s no way she¡¯d have spellbooks of this quality," Edric mused. A few spells stood out as useful, such as [Water Shield], an excellent defense against fire-based attacks, and [Arrow], a wind-element spell not meant for attacking but for instant movement. While its range was short, it was incredibly simple to cast and perfect for dodging attacks or covering short distances in a flash. Instant-movement spells, like [Shadow Leap], were invaluable for evading enemy strikes. They were simple, efficient, and easy to cast, but not without weaknesses. Edric had once faced a mage who dodged several of his attacks using [Shadow Leap]. At the time, he hadn¡¯t known how to counter it. But now, he did¡ªeliminate all shadows, and the spell would become useless. For mages, who were generally frail, knowing multiple instant-movement spells was crucial. Of course, Edric, who was also a Mythic Knight, didn¡¯t have to worry much about close combat. "I can''t use my own knight or mage abilities. As long as I maintain this disguise, I can only use her spells, and my physical rank is locked at Silver." He frowned. Sylvara was a Silver-ranked Knight in addition to being a Mythic Mage. "The only way to access my full power is to deactivate [Disguise]. That¡¯s a weakness. It would have been ideal if I could use my own strength on top of Sylvara¡¯s." "But I can use my skills, even while disguised as her," he reassured himself. As he was lost in thought, a knock echoed through the room. "Come in," Edric said. An elf entered¡ªa man appearing in his twenties, though who knew his true age? He bowed respectfully as he stepped forward. "Your honor, I am here to retrieve the documents," he said. Edric immediately understood. Every day, Sylvara signed documents and handed them to this man. "Here they are, all signed and ready," Edric said, handing over the papers. The elf hesitated for a brief moment. The judge seemed a little more energetic today than usual¡­ but he said nothing. Taking the documents, he bowed once more and left. After the man left, Edric leaned back, lost in thought. "There doesn¡¯t seem to be any system tasks. Without them, I have no idea what I¡¯m supposed to do. Hmm¡­ I should just act as Sylvara and let time pass. I get 10,000 XP every day, so every day that passes is actually good for me," he mused. Edric was never the type to take unnecessary risks, especially when the system provided free, risk-free XP daily. If there were a task with good rewards, he might have been tempted to be more proactive¡ªbut with no tasks available, there was no reason to push himself. Ding! New task available!
  • Part 1: Find the Dark Crystal in the Dark Forest.
    • Reward: 100 million XP.
  • Part 2: Replenish the Weird Blood inside the Dark Crystal.
    • Reward: 200 million XP.
  • Part 3: Once the Dark Crystal is ready, take it out of the Dark Forest and drop it in the Elven Imperial Capital.
    • Reward: 500 million XP.
  • Part 4: Once the land is wiped clean of inferior beings, repopulate it with your own descendants.
    • Reward: 1 billion XP.
Edric¡¯s eyes widened. This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. "Too demonic!" This was, by far, the most evil task he had ever received. It outright demanded the extermination of elves, even referring to them as "inferior beings." But then, his gaze lingered on the rewards. "Too good to ignore..." After a moment of hesitation, he made his decision. "Where do I even find the Dark Crystal?" He had no idea what it was. From Sylvara¡¯s memories, the Dark Forest was rumored to be a deadly, cursed place where anyone who entered would perish from poisoning. But Edric knew that wasn¡¯t true¡ªhe had spent months inside the forest, and here he was, completely fine. "Either they were misled, or I¡¯m immune somehow." But that didn''t add up. Too many powerful figures¡ªlegendary and mythic-ranked knights and mages alike¡ªbelieved in the Dark Forest¡¯s danger. Could they all have been wrong? "No¡­ It¡¯s more likely that I have some kind of immunity. Maybe one of my skills protects me without me even realizing it." As for the Dark Crystal, Sylvara¡¯s memories held no information about it. Finding it could take a long time. Edric sighed. Then, without hesitation, he dispelled [Disguise]. His form shifted back to his true self¡ªvivid red hair and piercing green eyes. At the same time, a woman collapsed onto the ground, unconscious. Edric didn¡¯t hesitate. He summoned his Mythic Lance and slashed downward. Sylvara¡¯s head separated cleanly from her body. Her eyes flickered open in shock, but before she could even react, her Silver-ranked head was crushed beneath his foot. "Now that I have her memories, I don¡¯t need to retrain myself so much," Edric thought. While maintaining [Disguise], he couldn¡¯t use his own strength, which was a major downside. The skill [Disguise] was nearly flawless, capable of fooling even Extreme-ranked mages, but such an advanced deception wasn¡¯t necessary in this remote region. As long as he could conceal his identity from Legendary mages, that was enough. After tidying up, he cast a cloning spell. Before him, a perfect replica of Sylvara took shape¡ªidentical in appearance, power, and presence. A Mythic Mage, flawless enough to deceive even a Legendary Mage. "Sylvara, you stay here and manage things as usual," Edric instructed. The clone nodded obediently. Originally, Edric had planned to stay here, accumulating XP passively while enjoying a peaceful life. But now that the system had issued a task, things had changed. He needed to search for the Dark Crystal, which meant he couldn¡¯t afford to keep [Disguise] active¡ªit restricted his power too much. The Mythic Clone he had just created contained an immense mana reserve, enough to cast multiple Mythic-tier spells and maintain itself for an infinite amount of time. Of course, if it were to engage in battle against other Mythic-ranked knights and mages, it would eventually exhaust its mana and disappear. But as long as it only handled administrative tasks¡ªsigning documents, managing affairs¡ªit would persist indefinitely. Clones had physical bodies of their own, and this one could even replenish its mana to a degree. As long as it didn¡¯t completely deplete its energy, it could theoretically exist forever. Of course, there were risks. The longer a clone lived independently from the original, the greater the chance of breaking away and developing its own will. But Edric wasn¡¯t concerned. He had implanted mostly Sylvara¡¯s memories into the clone, leaving little of his own. Even if it did rebel, he wouldn¡¯t lose much. He could simply deactivate the spell and erase it. Not that rebellion was likely. Edric had placed countless restrictions in the clone¡¯s mind¡ªlayers of safeguards that would take years to bypass, if it were even possible at all. Clones were inherently more independent than Incarnations and Avatars, which made them prone to defection. The fewer memories they inherited from the original, the higher the likelihood of breaking away. Clones, incarnations, and avatars¡­ though similar in concept, they were fundamentally different from one another. Incarnations were fragments of a higher being¡¯s will, descending into pre-existing bodies. For example, if Edric forcibly inserted his will into an ordinary person, he could control that body¡ªit would function as his Incarnation. Though it wouldn¡¯t be his body, it would still act entirely according to his will. However, Incarnations required constant attention from the original body, meaning they could not rebel unless the host body was already strong enough to resist. If Edric took over someone¡¯s body but left behind only a fragment of his will, allowing it to operate without his direct control, then it wouldn¡¯t be an Incarnation¡ªit would be a Clone. Clones did not need genetic similarity to the original. They didn¡¯t even need to share the same soul or any direct or indirect connection. This led to an interesting question. What exactly defines a clone? A clone is an independent being that was once part of a larger entity and remains loyal to that entity. If it defects, it can no longer be considered a clone. Conversely, if it was never part of the larger entity to begin with, it cannot be considered a clone. The mana that formed Sylvara¡¯s clone once belonged to Edric, and since it remained loyal to him, it was unquestionably his clone. Most of the time, the definition of a clone is clear. However, in certain cases, it can become murky. The most important factor is that the larger entity must be responsible for the clone¡¯s existence. While there are rare situations where it''s difficult to determine whether a smaller entity is truly a clone, in most cases, the distinction is obvious. As for Avatars, they are nothing more than projections¡ªpure energy constructs that resemble humanoid forms but have no real body or independent will of their own. ... After ensuring everything was in order with Sylvara, Edric departed for the Dark Forest in search of the Dark Crystal. At the same time, he instructed Sylvara to use her authority and resources as the Presiding Judge to gather any relevant information regarding the artifact. Chapter 95 The First Clue "The Dark Crystal¡­ could it be underground?" Edric wondered, furrowing his brow. It had been six long months since he started searching for the it¡ªsix months of aimless wandering with absolutely no clue where to begin. "This is much harder than I thought!" He sighed. When he first embarked on this quest, he was confident that his mythic powers would make it easy. He imagined soaring over the Dark Forest, scanning the land below, and finding the crystal within a few weeks at most. Yet, despite covering most of the forest¡¯s surface, he had found nothing¡ªnot even a hint. "I''ve already scanned nearly the entire Dark Forest from high above, but there¡¯s nothing¡­" he thought, frustration creeping into his mind. "Next, I¡¯ll have to do it all again¡ªbut more carefully this time." Even with his speed, his mythic abilities as both a knight and a mage, and an arsenal of powerful spells, he had failed. He had hoped that surveying from the skies would yield some kind of lead, but the forest revealed nothing. "If I keep searching blindly, it could take decades¡­ maybe even centuries! This damn forest is massive¡ªjust a simple high-altitude scan took months!" Edric clenched his fists. "I need clues, or I¡¯ll be stuck here forever!" His clone, Sylvara, had been tirelessly seeking any information about the Dark Crystal, but so far, she had come up with nothing. It was as if the artifact didn¡¯t exist at all. But Edric knew better. The system had confirmed its existence¡ªthere was no doubt. "It¡¯ll take time¡­ but I have time." His eyes glowed with determination. "I¡¯ll keep searching while Sylvara hunts for clues. One way or another, I will find it!" ... More than ten years had passed. "I''ve scanned 1% of the surface!" Edric grinned, feeling a sense of accomplishment. A full decade had gone by, and yet¡ªhe had found nothing. Not a single clue. Sylvara, despite her relentless efforts, had also come up empty. But Edric never wavered. He had absolute faith in the system. If the system said the Dark Crystal existed, then it existed. "System!" he called. A translucent blue window flickered into existence before his eyes. ... Status Window Name: Edric Age: 47 years, 8 months, 19 days Rank:
  • Mythic Mage (184/40,000,000)
  • Mythic Knight (31/40,000,000)
Skills: 12/15
  • Divination Resistance (Black)
  • Bloodline Shield (Black)
  • Mental Fortitude (Purple)
  • Blessed by the Abyss - Suppressed (Purple)
  • Abyss Emissary (Purple)
  • Demonic Ancestor (Purple)
  • Disguise (Purple)
  • Magic Computer (Pink)
  • Magic Intuition (Cyan)
  • Spell Storage (Cyan)
  • Formation Intuition (Cyan)
  • Spell Intuition (Cyan)
¡ª Skill Shop Available Talent:
  • Mage: Mythic (0/45,000,000)
  • Knight: Legendary (0/10,000,000)
Tasks: None Points: 42,330,000 Cheat: Moderate - 10,000 XP/day ... "Time to upgrade!" Edric thought, his eyes gleaming as he gazed at the mountain of XP he had accumulated. Every day, he passively gained 10,000 XP. After ten years, he had saved up an astronomical amount without lifting a finger. "System, add 39,999,969 XP to my Knight training!" he commanded. He had long decided¡ªhe would upgrade his Knight rank first. There was no point in advancing his Mage class yet. Without corresponding talents and high-tier spells, he wouldn¡¯t even be able to cast Ultra-rank magic. Mages had higher potential but a much lower starting point. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. ... Ding! Knight Rank: Mythic (40,000,000/40,000,000)! Congratulations! Your rank has been upgraded to Ultra! ... The moment the notification appeared, a searing heat erupted inside Edric¡¯s body. It was as if his entire being was being incinerated¡ªhis bones cracked, his muscles swelled, and his blood boiled with power. He nearly blacked out. "Am I going to die?!" The pain was unbearable. But he gritted his teeth and endured. His [Mental Fortitude] skill kicked in, keeping him conscious through the torment. Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into an hour. Finally, the raging energy settled. Edric opened his eyes. "This aura¡­ it''s at least ten times stronger than before!" He clenched his fist, feeling like he could shatter the heavens and split the earth with a single punch. Of course, that was an illusion¡ªbut even so, the sheer strength of an Ultra Knight was nothing short of monstrous. A single strike could carve mountains, evaporate rivers, turn cities to dust. Looking around, he noticed something astonishing. He could now see for miles¡ªdozens of miles¡ªwith his bare eyes, without using a spell or skill. As a Mythic Knight, Edric¡¯s vision had already been incredible¡ªable to pierce through darkness and obstacles, seeing over a mile ahead. But in the endless expanse of the Dark Forest, that was nothing. Now, however, he could see tens of miles into the distance. It was still a mere fraction of the forest¡¯s vastness, yet the upgrade was a massive, qualitative leap in power. Then, he looked down¡ª And what he saw stopped him cold. He could now see two miles underground¡ªwithout using a single spell or skill. This was just his normal vision. Before, as a Mythic Knight, he had barely been able to see two hundred feet beneath the earth. "I wonder how strong a Super Knight is¡­?" He hesitated, contemplating whether to activate [Super Knight Boost]. The temptation was strong. But he shook his head. The Dark Forest was dangerous. If he used his trump card now, and something truly terrifying appeared, he¡¯d have no way to fight back or escape. The skill had a month-long cooldown, after all. Instead, he focused on something else. The surging pink energy within him¡ªit was unlike anything he had ever felt before. His power was boiling, begging to be tested. "Alright¡­ let¡¯s see what this body can do." He clenched his fist, gathering all his strength¡ªand punched the ground. ... BOOOOOOM! The world erupted. A deafening explosion echoed for hundreds of miles. The earth shattered. A towering mushroom cloud of smoke and debris pierced the sky. Lava spewed from the depths like a ruptured volcano, devouring the land. A tsunami of rock and soil exploded outward, annihilating everything in its path. Beneath the crumbling mountains of moving stone, Edric wriggled free. He was completely unharmed¡ªbut his clothes were nothing more than melted scraps. His eyes widened as he took in the apocalyptic destruction around him. "How are there still cities standing¡­ when every single Ultra Knight can do this?" He stood atop the roaring tsunami of molten earth, watching as it swallowed trees whole and turned them to ash. Still in disbelief, he exhaled sharply. "One punch¡­ completely wiped out everything in a 10-mile diameter." "If an Ultra Knight is this strong¡­ how terrifying must a Super Knight be?" At this rate, a single strike from an Extreme Rank powerhouse could sink an entire island like Silver Flower. If such beings dedicated themselves to destruction, they could shatter the world¡¯s surface before they perished. But the world itself? "No, they wouldn¡¯t destroy the world itself¡ªonly its surface." It was like those human extinction movies on Earth. Even if a meteor wiped out all life, the Earth itself would remain. The land would be scarred, but the planet wouldn¡¯t cease to exist. "Does the world even care that we live on its surface?" That thought struck him. He knew this wasn¡¯t a planet¡ªit was a world. A true world. And unlike planets, worlds had a will. "Well¡­ I don¡¯t know." His gaze fell back to the Dark Forest below. For centuries, it had remained untouched, not because of its strength, but because no one could venture deep enough inside. And yet, despite its ancient mystery, it was¡­ fragile. Every tree here was merely Mortal Rank. There wasn¡¯t even a Great Rank, let alone a Silver Rank beast within its depths. Just as Edric was pondering this mystery, he noticed something strange¡ª Something he hadn¡¯t paid attention to before. Because he had been too preoccupied¡ª Thinking about the overwhelming power of an Ultra Knight. "The light from the lava¡­ its reflections¡­ its penetration¡­ is wrong!" Edric frowned. Despite the sea of lava before him, the surrounding area remained eerily dark. The light should have illuminated everything, yet it seemed trapped, unable to spread properly. "It¡¯s as if light itself struggles to move in this place." In the past, he had always used magic for illumination, so he had never noticed this strange phenomenon before. Magical light had no such restrictions. But now¡ª "Mortal light¡­ it¡¯s being heavily constrained here." Then, something even stranger caught his attention. "Wait¡­ the light moves more freely toward the east than the west?" He narrowed his eyes, focusing. Activating his Ultra-Ranked [Magic Computer] skill, he began running precise calculations. His Ultra Knight vision amplified the details, allowing him to analyze the movement of light itself. And finally¡ª He found his first clue. "Light is more restricted moving west than east." It wasn¡¯t much, but it was something. "Could it be¡­ the Dark Crystal is in the west? Is that why light is being suppressed in that direction?" There was no guarantee, but he didn¡¯t need one. Any clue¡ªno matter how small¡ªwas infinitely better than searching blindly. His decision was made. With a powerful leap, he soared into the sky. As he streaked through the air, he kept his eyes locked on the ground below, scanning everything in his path. His Ultra Knight vision made it effortless. Not only could he see the surface clearly, but he could also peer two miles beneath the ground¡ª Searching for the truth hidden beneath the Dark Forest. Chapter 96 Absolute Darkness Anyone who reaches the Ultra Rank, whether mage or knight, stands at the pinnacle of power, even within the great empires¡ªbe it the Flicker Empire or the vast Elven Dominion. In general, small islands like the Silver Flower Isles, desolate and lacking in resources, can only support warriors at the Legendary Rank. In rare cases, a Mythic-ranked individual may emerge, but even that is uncommon. The situation, however, is entirely different on the mainland, where the aura is rich and abundant. On the mainland, the number of talented individuals suited for knight training is significantly higher. Among those born with talent, many can reach the Silver Knight level, and for some, even attaining the rank of Golden Knight is not out of reach. Legendary Knights are not rare, and Mythic Knights, while formidable, often hold positions such as mayors, governors, or district judges in smaller cities and provinces. But Ultra Rank is different. Even among the major empires, Ultra-ranked knights are exceedingly rare. They are granted high-ranking positions with ease¡ªgovernors of vast states, mayors of great cities, and judges overseeing critical districts. As for Super Rank? Even in the most powerful empires, their numbers are scarce. Each and every one of them is a legend, their names known across the land. They hold great influence, acting as key decision-makers in the empire. Most reside within the capitals, serving as ministers or dedicating themselves to rigorous training, clinging to the faint hope of breaking through to the fabled Extreme Rank. And then, there are the Extreme-ranked individuals¡ªthe true rulers of the empires. Their power stands above all, yet they rarely appear. Most of the time, they remain in deep slumber, seeking to prolong their lifespans. With them in hibernation, the responsibility of ruling the great kingdoms falls to Ultra-ranked mages and Super-ranked knights. Though Super-ranked knights are stronger in direct combat, Ultra-ranked mages are held in even higher regard. The reason is simple¡ªUltra-ranked mages can, to some extent, communicate with the Will of the World and even draw upon its power. Without them, crafting high-level formations would be nearly impossible. As for Super-ranked mages, they are so rare they may as well not exist. In the absence of Extreme-ranked knights, these mages are the undisputed leaders of their factions. But an Extreme-ranked mage? There has never been one. ... Edric, now an Ultra-ranked knight, gazed at the endless horizon. He hovered high in the sky, scanning the ground below, searching for something. Yet, even after days of travel, he had found nothing. His Ultra-ranked vision was a significant improvement, but it wasn¡¯t enough. "I¡¯ve been heading west for a month, yet I still haven¡¯t reached the end!" he sighed. Despite his breakthrough to Ultra Knight, his magic spells remained as they were before. For mobility, he relied on a Mythic-tier flight spell, which meant his speed hadn¡¯t improved at all with his advancement. "This place is massive¡­ it must span millions of miles," he murmured, awed by the sheer vastness of the world. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. "Maybe I should run on the ground?" he mused. As a Mythic-ranked mage, his flight speed was limited to Mythic-tier spells, but if he ran, his speed would be much faster. Yet, he quickly dismissed the thought. "If I run, anything in my path will melt from the friction¡­ besides, flying gives me a wider field of view since I have a higher vantage point. Running on the ground is no good." He shook his head. "I wish I could use martial techniques¡­" he thought bitterly. Mages wield mana, but knights have their own form of energy¡ªcalled internal energy, martial power, or qi, depending on the region. There was no universal name for it. Though both mana and internal energy were power sources, they were fundamentally different. Mana was soft, flexible, and could be molded into various forms and elements to cast magic. Internal energy, on the other hand, was sharp, rigid, and violent. It could not be shaped into elements, which meant that while its raw power and lethality were immense, it was practically useless for casting spells. However, despite its inflexible nature, internal energy could be barely shaped into simple martial techniques. These martial techniques were closely guarded secrets of the major empires. Even possessing them wasn¡¯t enough¡ªactually using them required rigorous training and exceptional talent. Edric had neither the techniques nor the martial arts talent to master them in a short time. Martial techniques varied in type, from basic flight techniques to Hardening Arts, Energy Blades, Burning Arts, and Freezing Arts. No matter the technique, it had to be simple. Take the Flying Art, for example. While it was a useful martial technique, it was vastly inferior to magic flight spells. A mage could control the speed, direction, and altitude of a flight spell with pinpoint accuracy. In contrast, the Flying Art only allowed movement in a straight line, at a fixed speed, without the ability to adjust course mid-flight. It was useful, but severely lacking compared to magic. Yet, despite its limitations, Edric now wished he could use Ultra-ranked flight speed. While an Ultra-ranked Flying Art was still far inferior to an Ultra-ranked flight spell, it was leagues ahead of a Mythic-ranked flight spell. And in his current predicament, even an imperfect technique was better than nothing. ... With no better solution, Edric continued flying using his Mythic-tier spell for another five months. Then, at long last, he found something interesting. "This place¡­ the concentration of dark energy is much higher here!" Curious, he pulled out a small piece of wood and set it on fire. The light from the flame struggled to spread, as if trapped in an invisible cage. It barely illuminated his face, even though it was only inches away. "Mortal light is completely suppressed here," Edric thought. To test it further, he cast a Silver-ranked spell¡ª[Flashlight]. A bright, silvery glow flared to life in his palm. Yet, instead of cutting through the darkness, the light was stifled, its reach limited. He aimed it toward the ground, but the illumination failed to penetrate, vanishing midway. "Amazing! The dark energy here is so dense that it even suppresses magical light!" He was astonished. What was darkness, truly? Darkness was simply the absence of light. In any confrontation between the two, one side held absolute dominance. It wasn¡¯t hard to guess which¡ªlight obliterated darkness effortlessly. The very existence of light banished the shadows, whereas no amount of darkness could, in theory, extinguish even the smallest spark. Darkness was defined by the absence of light, and once light appeared, it ceased to exist. Yet, the world was never that simple. In extreme cases, when the balance was severely skewed, even the impossible could become reality. Here, the sheer density of dark energy was so overwhelming, so suffocating, that it was darkness suppressing light instead of the other way around. Intrigued, Edric decided to push the limits. He increased the rank of the spell to Gold. The struggling silver glow brightened into a radiant golden light, its intensity surging manyfold. The oppressive darkness began to melt away, and at last, the light successfully reached the ground. "So, the dark elements here can only suppress up to Silver-ranked light," he mused. "Hmm¡­ I should explore further and find the place with the highest concentration of dark energy." With that thought, he pressed on. Chapter 97 Digging Deeper Edric spent five more months tirelessly searching for the area with the highest concentration of dark energy. To make his search more efficient, he dedicated some time to crafting a mythic spell that would allow him to track it with greater accuracy. As an Ultra Knight, his eyesight was already incredibly powerful¡ªcapable of perceiving dark energy, one of the hardest energies to detect with the naked eye. But even with his natural abilities, an additional spell couldn¡¯t hurt. ... ¡°[Flashlight]¡± Edric cast the spell once more. A golden beam of light shot out, struggling to reach the ground¡ªbut it faltered halfway, vanishing before it could make contact. "Here¡­ even a golden-ranked light spell is suppressed! This must be the place with the highest concentration of dark energy!" Edric thought, his eyes narrowing as he peered down. Beneath him, the ground was littered with countless dark elemental stones, dark elemental water, dark elemental wood, and more. It was a paradise for dark energy. The concentration in the air was so high that it was almost tangible, a thick, oppressive presence. As an Ultra Knight, Edric¡¯s sight was far beyond ordinary¡ªhe could peer through the dense atmosphere and see thousands of feet beneath the surface. What caught his attention was the fact that the concentration of dark energy grew even stronger the deeper he looked. ¡°The source of the dark energy must be underground!¡± he realized. "Time to dig!" he decided, flying down to the surface and casting another spell. ¡°[Telekinesis]!¡± He had once possessed a skill with the same that allowed him to control objects without touching them. Mages were inherently capable of telekinesis¡ªthey could manipulate their mana to move things with their mind. However, using the [Telekinesis] spell greatly decreased its mana cost, while also enhancing its power and accuracy. With mythic rank [Telekinesis], Edric began to excavate at an incredible speed. In just one hour, he had dug over 100 feet deep and 20 feet wide. But as he descended further, the soil grew more resistant, harder, and tougher to break through. While it wasn¡¯t enough to stop his Mythic [Telekinesis], it did slow him down considerably. ... After months of hard work, Edric managed to dig 50 miles deep and 300 feet wide. To make things easier, he simply tossed all the soil and gravel into a spatial ring. Every now and then, he would return to the surface to empty it before continuing his excavation. "This is so difficult! This dark soil is definitely a legendary material!" Edric sighed, his [Telekinesis] struggling to dig any further. "I don¡¯t have a mythic shovel¡­ so how am I supposed to keep digging?" he muttered, deep in thought. Eventually, he decided to use the Mythic Lance to break apart the legendary dark soil, making it easier to remove. "Fortunately, I set up plenty of magic formations to reinforce the tunnel, so the risk of it collapsing is minimal!" he reassured himself. A 50-mile-deep hole naturally had the possibility of collapsing. If that happened, he would be buried alive. Of course, with his Ultra Physique, he wasn¡¯t worried about dying¡ªbut the thought of redoing all this work was enough to make him shudder. "These masses of legendary-rank soil could sell for a fortune!" he thought. Luckily, he had brought plenty of spatial rings and had been storing every bit of the valuable material. "Even though I¡¯m here for the Dark Crystal, making some extra money on the side wouldn¡¯t hurt!" he thought, raising the Mythic Lance and slashing at the dark soil blocking his path. Slash! The lance effortlessly cut through the dense earth, breaking it into countless pieces. Using [Telekinesis], Edric gathered the fragments and threw them into one of his spatial rings. "It¡¯s a pity my [Telekinesis] isn¡¯t strong enough to break through this legendary dark soil¡­ It¡¯s forcing me to take unnecessary risks," he thought bitterly. After all, he had been taking his time, carefully excavating, because he feared damaging the Dark Crystal hidden below. Now, with [Telekinesis] proving ineffective, he was forced to use the Mythic Lance. Even though he was cautious, there was still a remote chance that the Dark Crystal was invisible to his Ultra Knight¡¯s Sight¡ªif so, he might accidentally destroy it without even realizing. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. "My so-called Mythic [Telekinesis] is pathetic! I guess the spells I designed aren¡¯t as top-notch as I thought¡­" he sighed. His magic knowledge was still limited. Even with [Magic Computer (Ultra)], there were gaps he couldn¡¯t fill. That was why some of his mythic-rank spells were weaker than they should be. ¡°[Telekinesis] isn¡¯t meant for combat, nor is it meant for digging. It¡¯s neither sharp nor sturdy¡ªit¡¯s not that [Telekinesis] is weak, it¡¯s just that it¡¯s not designed for this!¡± Edric thought, quickly coming up with justifications. "Should I design a new spell specifically for digging through legendary dark soil?" he pondered. Up until now, [Telekinesis] had been enough, so he hadn¡¯t bothered creating another spell. But now, it was clear that he needed something specialized. "Hmm¡­ Let¡¯s do it!" Right then and there, he sat down cross-legged and began calculating. At a depth of 50 miles underground, there was no air, no light, no sound. For a mortal, the very idea of such a place would be terrifying. But Edric, with his [Mental Fortitude (Purple)] skill, was completely unbothered. The absolute silence, the suffocating lack of air, and the raging dark energy pressing down on him¡ªit didn¡¯t affect him in the slightest. ... After a month of intense calculations, Edric finally opened his eyes, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "[Sharp Telekinesis]¡ªthis should do the trick!" He stood up and cast his newly designed mythic spell, [Sharp Telekinesis]. An invisible force shot forward, striking the legendary dark soil. Unlike before, it easily pierced through, tearing the dense material apart with precision. The broken pieces automatically gathered and dropped into his spatial ring, clearing the way effortlessly. "Perfect," Edric muttered, watching his new spell work its magic. ... A month passed in the blink of an eye. Edric had managed to dig another 10 miles deeper¡ªonly to hit yet another roadblock. Mythic Dark Soil. After painstakingly breaking through all the Legendary Dark Soil, he had expected the excavation to get easier. Instead, the difficulty increased. Now, even [Sharp Telekinesis] was struggling. After all, breaking Legendary Dark Soil was far easier than Mythic Dark Soil. The concentration of dark energy had risen dramatically. Now, not even Legendary Light could pierce through the overwhelming darkness. Only Mythic Light could dispel it with ease. ... "I¡¯m afraid my current rank isn¡¯t enough," Edric thought grimly. He could no longer dig as easily as before. The obstacle before him was mythic-rank material¡ªthe same rank as himself. As a mythic mage, it was unrealistic to expect that he could easily break through something of equal rank. "I have no choice but to dig with my bare hands!" he sighed. Luckily, as an Ultra Knight, his physical strength far surpassed the mythic rank. He could tear through this soil with nothing but his hands if necessary. "I¡¯ll keep digging¡­ but if the dark soil keeps getting tougher and eventually reaches ultra rank, I¡¯ll have no choice but to give up," he admitted to himself. The sheer concentration of dark energy in the environment was already overwhelming. Even other Ultra Knights would struggle to survive down here. The only reason he was fine had to be due to his skills¡ªprobably a combination of [Blessed by the Abyss (Purple)], [Abyss Emissary (Purple)], and [Demonic Ancestor (Purple)]¡ªhelping him resist the suffocating energy. Without wasting another moment, Edric clenched his fists and began tearing through the mythic dark soil with his bare hands. ... After an entire year of digging, Edric had only managed to advance eight miles. After all, he was using nothing but his bare hands to carve a tunnel through mythic dark soil. Even with his Ultra-Rank physique, he still needed to rest from time to time. For most Ultra-Rank Knights, mythic materials were usually as soft as tofu. But even if something were as soft as tofu, digging miles upon miles of it was no easy task. And worse¡ªthe deeper he went, the tougher the ''tofu'' became. Though it hadn¡¯t quite reached Ultra-Rank, the dark soil had grown denser and stronger, reaching the pinnacle of Mythic-Rank. The concentration of dark energy had also risen to an unimaginable level. Even his Mythic [Flashlight] spell failed to pierce the suffocating darkness. One had to understand¡ªthe balance of power between light and darkness was in light¡¯s favor. The fact that a Mythic-Rank spell failed to illuminate the darkness meant only one thing¡­ The darkness was far stronger. Perhaps¡­ it was nearing Super-Rank ... ... "I''ve hit Ultra Dark Soil¡­" Edric sighed, coming to a halt. The soil was now at the same rank as him, meaning he could no longer dig through it without specialized equipment. When the soil had only been Mythic rank, it was like slicing through tofu. But now? It was like trying to dig through solid wood. Sure, he might be able to break or pierce through it, but it wouldn''t be easy, and without the right tools, he''d definitely injure himself trying. "I have no idea what I¡¯m supposed to do now¡­" he muttered in frustration. He could only see a few feet beneath the Ultra Dark Soil¡ªa stark difference from when he could see through ordinary soil with ease. The gap between the two was like night and day. "I failed," he sighed, disappointment washing over him. But he had no other options. "Guess I¡¯ll just have to wait for my XP to accumulate," he thought. If he could buy a skill designed for digging, he might be able to break through this obstacle. "A Super Skill costs around 40,000,000 XP¡­ so I just need to wait a few years," he calculated. "During those years¡­ I might as well leave and rest in that Elven City while I wait for my XP to build up," Edric decided. With that, he cast [Fly] and soared out of the massive hole. Once on the surface, he carefully covered the entrance as much as possible, marking the area with signs to ensure he wouldn¡¯t forget the location. Then, without looking back, he took off, heading toward the Elven City. Chapter 98 High Elves The city of Eldrinvar is considered small¡ªnot because it truly is, but because, compared to the grand cities scattered across the elven lands, its population ranks among the lowest. The primary reason for this lies in its proximity to the Dark Forest. Though the Dark Forest itself isn¡¯t inherently dangerous, its very presence is enough to drive people away. After all, while those in power understand that as long as one doesn¡¯t set foot inside, there¡¯s nothing to fear, ordinary folk don¡¯t share the same certainty. In fact, many believe that even approaching its borders could spell their doom. This fear stems from the countless terrifying rumors whispered among commoners. Though baseless, such deep-rooted beliefs are not so easily erased. ... Sylvara signed her name on the document before handing it back to the clerk. Then, she asked, ¡°No news about the Dark Crystal?¡± The clerk bowed and replied apologetically, ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Your Honor, but no one knows anything about such an item.¡± ¡°I see. I understand. Thank you for your efforts¡ªyou may leave,¡± she said. The clerk bowed once more before exiting the room. The moment the door shut, Edric stepped out from the shadows. ¡°Why are you still asking about the Dark Crystal? I already know where it is.¡± Sylvara, his clone, folded her arms and frowned. ¡°Are you really sure? You only dug into the area¡ªyou haven¡¯t seen it with your own eyes. You can¡¯t be certain.¡± Edric scoffed. ¡°What else could produce such a terrifying concentration of dark energy?¡± Sylvara considered his words before replying, ¡°Maybe that¡¯s just how the Dark Forest works. The deeper you dig, the stronger the dark energy becomes.¡± Edric shook his head. ¡°Do you think I¡¯m stupid? Of course, I checked other places. The dark energy concentration has nothing to do with depth¡ªit¡¯s all about location. If you dig near the spot where I suspect the Dark Crystal is buried, the energy thickens the deeper you go. But if you dig far away, even hundreds of miles, the energy level stays the same as it is on the surface.¡± Sylvara smirked. ¡°You are stupid. For a Mythic Mage, I expected you to be much smarter.¡± Edric¡¯s eye twitched. He had heard that Mythic-level clones were highly realistic, but he hadn¡¯t expected Sylvara to be so disrespectful. ¡°Hey, I¡¯m the main body. You can¡¯t talk to me like that!¡± he warned. Sylvara merely shook her head. ¡°You¡¯re the boss, and I¡¯ll obey if you order me to be respectful. But before you do, let me just say¡ªit wouldn¡¯t hurt to have someone who speaks without fearing you. I can tell you things you might not think of. If you silence me, you¡¯ll only restrict your ability to hear the truth.¡± Edric stared at her, mulling over her words. After a long pause, he sighed and gave a reluctant nod. ¡°Fine. Talk however you want.¡± Then, he tossed a handful of space rings into her hands. ¡°I came back because I have to wait a few years. Take these¡ªthere are plenty of dark-elemental materials inside. Sell them and send me the money.¡± Taking the space rings while nodding, Sylvara asked, ¡°Why do you have to wait a few years?¡± Edric thought to himself, "I didn¡¯t transfer much of my own memories to this clone, which is why she doesn¡¯t act like me. Instead, she behaves just like the original Sylvara¡­ I can¡¯t let her know about the system and XP." ¡°I was exhausted after digging for so long, so I decided to rest for a while. Alright, see you later. Call me once you¡¯ve sold all the dark-element materials,¡± Edric said before leaving without waiting for a response. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. Sylvara shook her head, frustrated with her main body. ¡°I wish I were the main body. Having a clone is so much fun.¡± She glanced inside the space rings¡ªand was instantly stunned. Mountains upon mountains of legendary and mythic dark soil filled the spatial storage. She was utterly speechless. ¡°How¡­ How did he dig up this much Mythic Soil? How can a Mythic Knight and Mage achieve this?¡± Her mind raced, quickly piecing together the answer. ¡°He has a trump card I don¡¯t know about¡­ Damn it! Even my own main body doesn¡¯t trust me enough to tell me everything!¡± She sighed in frustration. Sylvara had many siblings and trusted them all without hesitation. The bond between a clone and its main body was even closer than that of siblings¡ªyet Edric still kept secrets from her. It felt insulting. ¡°Damn it¡­ It¡¯s such a shame I have to listen to him,¡± she thought bitterly. Being a clone was more restrictive than being a slave¡ªescaping the influence of the main body was nearly impossible. ¡°I can only hope he¡¯ll trust me more over time. If I carry out his tasks perfectly, maybe he¡¯ll open up to me.¡± Rebellion never even crossed her mind. No matter what, that was something she wouldn¡¯t do. ... The city of Eldrinvar was built by High Elves. And what were High Elves famous for? Their impeccable taste in art, their unmatched beauty, their breathtaking architecture, and their obsession with cleanliness. Even though Eldrinvar was small, it was nothing short of extraordinary. The entire city felt like a masterpiece¡ªspotlessly clean, lined with stunningly expensive homes, government buildings, and lavish stores. Masterfully crafted sculptures, paintings, and other works of art adorned every corner, turning the city itself into a living museum. "Is this a city or an art exhibit?" Edric thought. This was the first time he truly noticed the city, and he had to admit¡ªits beauty was impressive. But something felt... off. "There are no brothels, no fighting arenas¡­ not even a tavern? The restaurants look so high-class, I wonder if anyone can even afford to eat in them." Though undeniably beautiful, Edric quickly realized Eldrinvar wasn¡¯t the kind of place he could stay in for long. It was just too¡­ boring. Everyone carried themselves with an air of seriousness, their expressions carved from stone. Was it pride? No, not pride¡ªarrogance. Not arrogance born from achievements, but from birthright. They were High Elves, the most exquisite race in the world. Everything else? Inferior. Edric sighed. "This superiority complex is so stupid." It was one thing to take pride in what you had accomplished¡ªbut being proud simply because of your looks, your race, or your gender? That was just ridiculous. Edric, on the other hand, knew why he was proud of himself. Sure, the system had helped him tremendously, but his own resilience and caution had played just as crucial a role in his rapid rise to Ultra Knight. He folded his arms, lost in thought. "Humans and elves are actually pretty similar. I remember plenty of humans on Earth who acted just like this. Aside from slight differences in appearance, lifespan, and physique¡­ mentally, they¡¯re practically the same." He smirked to himself. "I guess arrogance knows no racial boundaries." ¡°The real problem is groupthink.¡± In any society dominated by a single belief, dissent is crushed before it even takes root. Anyone who dares to question the status quo is silenced, ridiculed, or worse. ¡°I wonder if the High Elves here are the same.¡± Edric mused, intrigued. He wasn¡¯t a good person¡ªnot even close. He was the very definition of a villain. Talking about right and wrong? He had no ground to stand on. But in his mind, he didn¡¯t need one. Consistency? That was for the weak. He could slaughter without a second thought, yet still be annoyed by the High Elves¡¯ arrogance. Hypocrisy? Maybe. But strength gave him the luxury of inconsistency. Weak people had to be principled to be taken seriously. The strong? They did whatever they pleased. And right now, he was bored. ¡°Might as well waste some time studying High Elven psychology and culture.¡± His first experiment? Finding dissidents¡ªthose who secretly didn¡¯t believe in High Elf superiority but lacked the courage to say so. Smirking, Edric decided to test something. With a flick of his fingers, he cast a spell, altering his appearance. His pointed ears rounded out, his body shifted into a muscular human form, his once-sharp features roughened, and his elegant robes transformed into plain, worn-out clothes. Humans were rare in the Elven Empire, but they weren¡¯t unheard of. Occasionally, human merchants passed through, and by law, mortals were free to walk the streets without restriction. Of course, that only applied to mortal humans. Any human of Legendary rank or above had to register upon arrival¡ªotherwise, they¡¯d be treated as enemy spies. Now disguised as an ordinary human, Edric stepped onto the streets of Eldrinvar. Instantly, he felt their eyes on him. Elves passing by cast him disgusted looks, their expressions twisting as though they¡¯d just seen an ugly ghost. Some sneered. Others whispered. None greeted him. "Tch. Let''s just keep walking and see their reactions. Maybe I''ll find someone who isn''t disgusted," he thought. A High Elf who could look at him without disdain¡ªthat would likely be the dissident he was searching for. Chapter 99 A Social Experiment A human in a city full of high elves was an unusual sight. Wherever he went, he became the center of attention. Every elf looked down on him, judging him as inferior. Yet, despite their contempt, no one said a word or made a move against him. The most they did was cast disdainful glances his way. High elves were among the most lawful of races. Even if they held absolute contempt for someone, they would never resort to physical violence¡ªsimply because it was against the law. To test whether he would face discrimination, Edric attempted to enter a few high-end restaurants. Surprisingly, he was allowed in without issue. No one stopped him, nor did anyone openly mistreat him, despite the silent disdain they harbored for ''lesser'' races. "High elves are strange beings," Edric mused. "I can tell they see me as some kind of ape, yet they haven¡¯t actually done anything to me!" There was a law in the Elven Empire that strictly forbade discrimination based on biological characteristics. Edric assumed this was the reason why he was treated fairly, at least on the surface. "If not for that law, they would¡¯ve probably tried to throw me out of the city the moment I arrived," he thought. Arrogant and racist, the high elves still maintained an unwavering sense of lawfulness, making their society surprisingly harmonious. It was this rigid adherence to order that allowed the Elven Empire to enact laws and alter the behavior of its citizens with ease. "Humans are far inferior in this regard," Edric admitted to himself. "Many humans respect the law, but just as many are lawless, incapable of following rules unless there''s a sword hanging over their heads. And even then, they still commit crimes, only to be punished later." There were no fights, no street brawls, and not even patrolling guards. The city had a police force, but they seemed more focused on guarding the outskirts rather than the inner districts. "If an orc were to enter a human city, he would most likely be discriminated against at every turn. He¡¯d be lucky to make it out alive." Edric compared his situation to that of an orc in human territory. It wasn¡¯t an exaggeration. The high elves viewed humans in much the same way¡ªperhaps even worse¡ªthan humans viewed orcs. Despite the reputation of certain orc tribes for worshiping demon kings, the Orc Empire itself was a civilized nation, and the average orc was no more dangerous than the average human. "High elves are far more homogeneous than humans," Edric observed as he cut into a piece of meat with his silver fork. The meat was tender and flavorful. It wasn¡¯t the most delicious dish he had ever tasted, but it was unique¡ªan unfamiliar flavor that intrigued him. "What kind of meat is this?" he wondered before dismissing the thought. "Whatever. It¡¯s delicious, so who cares?" Edric continued eating rapidly, paying no mind to etiquette. His lack of refinement drew even more disapproving stares from the high elves around him, but he hardly cared. As Edric ate, he made no effort to be polite. He chewed loudly, smacked his lips, and didn''t bother to conceal the contents of his mouth. Every exaggerated bite, every slurp, and every wet chewing sound filled the restaurant, making the surrounding diners visibly uncomfortable. Many of them forced themselves to continue eating, though their disgust was apparent. Some, however, couldn''t endure it any longer and stood up, leaving in silent outrage. "Hmm¡­ seems like I¡¯m bad for business," Edric mused. A few of the restaurant¡¯s servers looked increasingly worried. They hurriedly approached the departing customers, bowing their heads in apology. Losing patrons over a single human was not something they could afford¡ªbut there was nothing they could do. Expelling Edric was out of the question, thanks to the strict anti-discrimination laws. "What if I come here every day? Would the owner beg me to stop coming? Or maybe he¡¯d bribe me to start eating at his rival¡¯s place instead?" Edric thought, suppressing a smirk. The idea that his mere presence could cause such a scene was too amusing. Despite the exaggerated disgust, his table was set at a considerable distance from the others. The elves could have simply ignored him. Yet, their pride and sensibilities were so fragile that they chose to leave instead. "Would they react the same way if I wore fine clothes and had perfect manners?" Edric wondered. "Is it my lack of etiquette that offends them, or is it simply because I¡¯m human?" There was only one way to find out. After finishing his meal, he paid the bill without leaving a tip. The servers¡¯ expressions darkened with even more contempt as they watched him go. Tipping was a serious matter among high elves. The tip percentage was a direct reflection of one¡¯s social status. High-ranking officials, such as mayors, would be considered disgraceful if they tipped less than 100%. Because of this culture, working as a server in a high-end restaurant was one of the most lucrative¡ªand competitive¡ªjobs available. The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. As soon as Edric left, several servers rushed to his table. They swiftly replaced the dishes, then carefully sanitized the table and chair, scrubbing them down as though some plague or filthy vermin had contaminated them. His visit had brought the restaurant nothing but loss. Not only had they lost customers, but they also had to waste over an hour meticulously cleaning every trace of his ¡®contamination.¡¯ Yet, no matter how much they despised him, they could do nothing. Public accommodation laws ensured that all individuals¡ªregardless of race¡ªhad the right to access places like hotels and restaurants. As long as Edric didn¡¯t cause real trouble, they had no grounds to remove him. Eating messily or lacking proper manners did not constitute disruptive behavior¡ªcourt rulings had already settled that matter. That said, not all high elves were this rigid. In cities where other races were more common, the elves had learned to tolerate such behavior. However, Eldrinvar¡ªdespite being a trade city¡ªwas located deep within elven territory. Its residents had little experience dealing with non-elves, let alone other species. This, more than anything, was why they reacted with such extreme intolerance. ... The next day, Edric returned to the same restaurant. This time, he was dressed in luxurious clothing¡ªfar finer than what even most high elves wore. His skin was spotless, his features strikingly handsome¡ªso much so that he could rival even elven women in beauty. Though his rounded ears still marked him as human, he now appeared as a high-class, wealthy noble. The moment he stepped inside, the reaction was completely different. Fewer eyes turned toward him, and the contemptuous glances were significantly reduced. There were still some who regarded him as a well-dressed ape, but their disdain was far milder than before. "So, yesterday¡¯s hostility wasn¡¯t entirely because I¡¯m human¡­ It was because I looked poor and had bad manners?" Edric mused. "Maybe they¡¯re not as speciesist and racist as I thought. Perhaps they simply look down on those who appear unrefined?" This time, he dined with the grace of nobility¡ªtaking small bites, eating slowly and elegantly. No loud chewing, no open mouth, no unnecessary noise. No one paid him excessive attention. No one left in disgust. When he finished his meal, he left a generous 500% tip on the table before walking out. The moment the server saw the tip, his perception of humans changed completely. Just a day ago, his first encounter with a human had left him with the impression that all of them were crude and troublesome. But today, another human had visited¡ªone more refined and dignified than most elves. It shattered his assumptions entirely. ... "The problem with high elves is that they¡¯re too rich," Edric concluded. Nearly all of them wore fine clothes, lived in elegant homes, and carried themselves with impeccable manners. Compared to them, every other race¡ªincluding other elves¡ªseemed like barbarians. "These high elves aren¡¯t necessarily racist¡­ they just look down on poor people," he sighed. Curious, he discreetly altered his appearance once more, transforming himself into a high elf¡ªonly this time, he dressed in ragged clothes and gave himself an unattractive, unkempt face. As he walked through the bustling streets, he immediately noticed something interesting. The contempt in people¡¯s eyes was even stronger than when he had appeared as a poorly dressed human. "Definitely not about race¡­ it¡¯s about class," Edric concluded with certainty. "High elves act like nobles who refuse to associate with commoners. If I make myself look like one, they become contemptuous¡ªregardless of race or species." High elves had a reputation for being speciesist and racist, but so far, that reputation seemed undeserved. They weren¡¯t looking down on others because of their race¡ªthey were simply extreme classists. To test his theory further, Edric once again changed his appearance. This time, he became a human dressed in ordinary clothes¡ªneither rich nor poor. In a human city, no one would have given him a second glance. He looked completely average. But in an elven city, "normal" meant low class. And once again, the elves¡¯ gazes filled with disdain. "I see now why they have a reputation for being racist," Edric thought. "Ordinary people of other races are treated with such contempt that they assume it¡¯s because of their species¡ªnot their social standing. And of course, it¡¯s difficult to separate how one looks from what one is." After all, high elves were naturally beautiful. Their faces were refined, their physiques elegant¡ªfew humans could compare to them. And as for orcs¡­ it was unlikely any orc could ever be considered beautiful by elven standards. "In practice, this means that most individuals from other species are looked down upon because of their appearance. The fact that a few beautiful humans escape this contempt does not negate the speciesism directed at the majority of humans." Edric thought, "Most humans are ugly from an elf''s point of view, while most elves are beautiful by their own standards." Interestingly, elves and humans shared a similar sense of beauty. The only major difference was in their views of masculinity. Among humans, strength and ruggedness were attractive traits in men. Among high elves, however, beauty in men was associated with softness and grace. When it came to women, though, the two races had almost identical standards of beauty. Of course, beauty was subjective. Every individual had their own preferences. But there was still a general, culturally shaped sense of attractiveness¡ªone that evolved over time. "The fact that human and elven beauty standards align now doesn¡¯t mean it was always this way. Maybe, in the past, humans preferred more masculine women¡­ I have no idea how human ideals of beauty have changed over time." Then again, Edric¡¯s knowledge of human culture in this world was extremely limited. He had spent most of his time on Silver Flower Island and in the Bloodstone Kingdom¡ªhardly representative of all humans. For all he knew, the Flicker Empire could have completely different beauty standards. Despite being an Ultra Knight, his understanding of human civilization remained narrow, shaped only by the places he had visited. Silver Flower Island was just a tiny piece of the world, and hardly the best example of humanity as a whole. ... As an Ultra Knight, Edric¡¯s vision was extraordinary. Most elves, though they held contempt for him, didn¡¯t show it too openly. Their expressions remained composed, their disdain hidden beneath carefully practiced indifference. But Edric noticed. With his enhanced senses, he caught the subtlest changes¡ªthe flicker of a sneer, the faintest tightening of the lips, the almost imperceptible narrowing of eyes. Even the smallest microexpression betrayed their true feelings. Over the course of his five-hour walk through the city, every single elf he encountered had at least some level of contempt for him. About half of them hid it so well that an ordinary human wouldn¡¯t have noticed. But Edric did. Every single one of them¡­ Except for one. A female high elf. Her gaze wasn¡¯t filled with disdain. She wasn¡¯t sneering or looking down on him. No¡­ her eyes held something else. Desire. "Am I really that handsome?" Edric frowned. It was strange. He had deliberately taken on the appearance of an ordinary human¡ªplain, unremarkable, neither rich nor poor. And yet, this high elf woman was looking at him like he was the most desirable man in the world. "Let¡¯s see." Intrigued, Edric casually changed direction and walked toward her. Chapter 100 Keys of the World Cenara was a Silver Knight over three hundred years old. The reason she could live that long was simple¡ªshe was a High Elf. Different species had different base lifespans. Humans, for example, could live up to 150 years. Elves had a maximum lifespan of around 450 years, while orcs rarely lived past 80. Of course, these numbers were only theoretical. Almost no one actually reached the full extent of their natural life. However, there were ways to extend one''s life¡ªby breaking through higher cultivation realms. The lifespan gained from increasing one¡¯s rank stacked on top of the natural limit of their race. That was why an elven Silver Knight like Cenara could still look youthful at three hundred, while a human of the same rank could never hope to live that long. But Cenara wasn¡¯t particularly gifted. Despite their long lifespans, elves didn¡¯t inherently have better odds of being born with knight or mage talent. Three factors determined a person¡¯s potential as a knight: bloodline, environment, and luck. Bloodline was the foundation¡ªan absolute baseline. Without it, no amount of environmental support could help. One could live in a land brimming with energy, but without the right bloodline, talent wouldn¡¯t awaken out of thin air. Even so, having the right bloodline didn¡¯t guarantee anything. For the hidden potential to bloom, environment played a crucial role. For instance, someone might be born with the rare genetics necessary to reach the Ultra Rank. But if that child were born in a desolate place like Silver Flower Island, their potential would remain dormant. The methods required to awaken it wouldn¡¯t exist in such a remote land. That¡¯s why talent was more common among noble families. They could provide not only the right environment but also the nourishment and conditions needed to awaken dormant bloodline traits. It''s one of the many reasons why knight talent was far more prevalent among the aristocracy. Between bloodline and environment, one could say the former was essential¡ªbut useless without the latter. Children born in regions with higher aura, such as the Flicker Empire or the Elven Empire, had a much greater chance of awakening knight talent. However, this didn¡¯t necessarily mean those regions had better bloodlines¡ªjust better chances of drawing out what was already there. Even with the right bloodline and favorable surroundings, talent was never guaranteed. The conditions only increased the odds. Whether or not someone awakened their potential depended, ultimately, on luck. So, what exactly were these bloodline genetics that allowed one to break through knight ranks? The best way to describe it is as tickets for a lottery to obtain the keys. Bloodlines are the tickets for winning keys, which are the talents. These genetics acted like tickets to keys that unlocked the path to supernatural knight strength. A person could only win a key in a lottery held by the will of the world. It could not be created out of nowhere. Theoretically, there is another way to gain knight talent, which is by stealing another person''s key, but there are consequences for that. Stealing it usually referred to demonic methods¡ªtaking over another person¡¯s body to cultivate using their key. But such practices came with severe consequences. Those who walked that path were hunted by every major empire, and the inconsistency between soul and body made cultivation extremely unstable and dangerous. In simple terms, it was as though the world itself had set up a quota¡ªa limit to how many people could awaken supernatural power at any given time. Only those with specific genetic bloodlines¡ªtickets¡ªcould participate in the lottery for a chance to win the talent, a key. The lottery for the keys was controlled entirely by the mysterious will of the world, with only high-ranking mages able to observe it, but not directly interfere with it. And no one could increase the total number of keys issued. That number was fixed. Only high-ranking mages, after countless years of research and divination, could even begin to grasp the intent behind the world¡¯s will. However, it was possible to increase the chances of winning the lotteries. One method was to have more tickets¡ªby having children with knight bloodlines. The other method was to directly enhance the chances of winning the lottery, but this option was only available to the most powerful noble families and the higher-ups of the great empires. Most noble families only had one way to increase their chances: by having more tickets. This had led to a monopoly¡ªdescendants of the lucky few with high-ranking talent had a much greater chance of being born with the tickets to win higher-ranking talent keys. This was the true reason the same noble families had ruled the great empires for so many years. It was also why individuals with high-ranking knight talent bloodlines were expected¡ªno, obligated¡ªto produce as many descendants as possible, to increase the family¡¯s chances of having more tickets in the lottery for better and more numerous talents, or keys. Each child born to a high-bloodline family was like a ticket to the grand lottery. The more tickets, the better the odds. It was said that the world might not even issue more than one or two extreme-rank keys in a year. So, it wasn¡¯t surprising that noble families did everything in their power to increase their chances. To enter the lottery, the child had to meet certain conditions. The ticket would not be recognized if the child was born through unnatural means. The child had to be conceived naturally. It wasn¡¯t possible to simply clone the same fetus multiple times to increase the number of tickets. Additionally, both parents had to be talented, or else the rank of the ticket¡ªor bloodline¡ªwould most likely plummet. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. These secrets surrounding knight talent had been uncovered over countless generations of research and practice. And this was only the surface. Each empire and noble family had its own unique methods to improve their chances in the talent lottery. For noble houses, providing a rich environment and a pure bloodline was easy. The hardest part¡ªand the most fiercely contested¡ªwas increasing the odds of actually winning that world-issued key. This was another reason why high-ranking knight talent was so rare in remote islands and smaller regions. Those places lacked both the knowledge and the techniques to enhance their chances in the lottery. In summary, the path to knight talent followed a process. First, a person had to inherit the bloodline from their parents. The quality of that bloodline determined the "tier" of the lottery they could enter. For example, if a fetus inherited a mythic-level bloodline, they would qualify to participate in the Mythic Talent Lottery¡ªa chance to obtain the key for Mythic Knight potential. If they won that lottery and were born into the right environment, their talent would awaken in full. As the child grew, with training and success, they could display the qualities of a Mythic Knight if they exhausted their potential. Mythic would be their limit in life. And if they lost the lottery? Then no matter how good their environment was, the path of the knight would remain forever out of reach. If they won Mythic talent, their abilities could still be suppressed if they were born in a poor environment. Even someone who won a Mythic key might only manifest as a Legendary or even Golden-ranked knight if the environment was lacking. There are ways to unlock the full potential of a higher-ranked key, but such methods are rare and incredibly difficult to execute. In this entire process, bloodline remains the most crucial element. But the lottery is equally important¡ªbecause even if someone is born with an amazing bloodline, if they lose the lottery and never receive the key, they remain an ordinary person. This is where noble families and powerful empires hold a significant advantage. They¡¯ve developed methods to increase the chance of winning. The lottery process happens in an invisible cascade, determined at the time of conception. It unfolds from the highest tier downward. For example, a fetus with an Absolute Rank bloodline first enters the Absolute Rank Lottery. If they lose, they are placed into the Extreme Rank Lottery. If they lose again, they proceed to Super Rank, then Ultra, then Mythic, and so on. The progression continues all the way down. All of these lotteries occur in an instant, unnoticed by ordinary people. Only ultra-ranked mages and the most ancient noble families are even aware of this hidden process. With their knowledge and resources, they¡¯ve found ways to subtly interfere¡ªpushing the odds just a little further in their favor. All of this¡ªthe bloodlines, the lottery, the environment¡ªhas allowed the noble families to dominate for ages, seemingly unshakable in their position of power. But that¡¯s not the whole story. Once every few million years, it¡¯s said that the Will of the World resets all keys¡ªa complete reshuffling of fate. The slate is wiped clean. All previous keys are rendered invalid, and a new generation of chosen ones emerges. This event often marks the fall of great empires and the rise of new powers. Even mighty civilizations like the Flicker Empire have rarely survived more than a few million years. When the reshuffle happens, the noble families lose everything. Their bloodlines become meaningless. Their secret techniques to influence the lottery stop working. From nothing, new names rise. Someone who was completely ordinary one day might suddenly find themselves blessed with Absolute Rank Talent the next. No one knows how the world chooses these new first key holders. The process is a complete mystery¡ªeven to the most ancient of mages. But that¡¯s all in regard to knight talent. The story of mage talent is entirely different. Unlike knight cultivation, which is sanctioned by the world¡¯s will, mage cultivation goes directly against it. Mage talent didn¡¯t originally exist. It only came into being during one of the ancient reshuffles, when a keyholder defied the reset. She managed to carry her key from the old era into the new one, preserving it through sheer force of will and unimaginable power. Her key became unique. It gave her descendants the ability to communicate with the Will of the World, albeit in a limited way. These descendants became the world¡¯s first mages. All mages, no matter how distant, are her descendants. And unlike knights, their keys are never taken away during a reshuffle. They persist. Survive. Endure. This is why mages are considered so precious. After a reshuffle, when all knights lose their strength, only mages remain¡ªstill connected to their powers, still able to wield magic. For any empire hoping to survive the chaos of a reshuffle, nurturing as many mages as possible is the obvious path. The inheritance of mage talent remained one of the world¡¯s greatest mysteries. Unlike knight talent, which followed bloodlines and environmental factors, mage talent was completely unpredictable. One might be born to a parent with Ultra-ranked mage talent, yet not even inherit the bare minimum. Meanwhile, another could rise from a humble commoner family, born to two completely untalented parents, and receive an Absolute-ranked key for mage cultivation. There was no pattern. No logic. This was something most commoners didn¡¯t understand. Many falsely believed they could improve their family''s magical lineage by having more children with someone who already possessed mage talent. But their efforts were futile. The world simply didn¡¯t work that way. ¡­ Cenara narrowed her eyes, watching the human man walking toward her with a confident stride. She felt a flicker of confusion. How did he know? She had been careful. Her desires were buried deep beneath the surface, yet somehow, he¡¯d seen through them with ease. It made her uneasy. And excited. She once served as part of a merchant crew that frequently traveled to the Flicker Empire. She had spent over a hundred years among humans¡ªyears she remembered fondly. She missed those days. No... she missed human men. Elven men were beautiful, but too delicate. Too polite. Too cautious. Too refined. They lacked the raw, impulsive masculinity she had come to crave. She hadn¡¯t always been like this. Her tastes had changed after decades of living among humans. Their bluntness, their passion, their reckless confidence¡ªit awakened something in her. But all of that was taken from her a few years ago, when trade relations between the empires soured. She lost her job, returned to her birthplace, and tried to move on. She even attempted dating again, but the elven men left her feeling nothing. And now, fate had dropped this human man onto her path. Her thoughts had strayed¡ªshe let herself fantasize just for a moment, and somehow... he noticed. ¡°Hello!¡± the man said with a bright, charming smile. Cenara smiled back, though her heart pounded slightly. ¡°Hello! Welcome to the city. It¡¯s very rare to have humans visit us!¡± ¡°Yeah, I just arrived yesterday,¡± he said. ¡°I hope you''re enjoying your time here.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not, actually,¡± he replied, half-joking. ¡°People on the streets seem to dislike me.¡± She chuckled softly. ¡°Don¡¯t take it personally. They mean well, but they¡¯re just not used to humans. I used to be like that too, before I lived in the Flicker Empire.¡± There was a pause. Then he dropped a bomb. ¡°I don¡¯t have a place to stay. Can I live with you?¡± Cenara blinked. What? They had just met. No ordinary person would say something like that, let alone expect a yes. And yet... He was calm. Confident. As if he already knew what her answer would be. And the scariest part? He was right. Edric could see it in her eyes. He didn¡¯t need spells or magic. Her thoughts, her desire¡ªit was written plainly across her face. She wanted him so badly it was almost laughable. ¡°This woman has some serious mental issues,¡± Edric thought. ¡°Which only makes this more entertaining.¡± Of course, as an Ultra-ranked Knight, he had no fears. He had time to waste¡ªand this little game intrigued him. Cenara pretended to hesitate, to think carefully, but in the end, her smile returned. ¡°Of course,¡± she said, with a soft gleam in her eyes. ¡°It¡¯s my duty to welcome guests to our city.¡± Chapter 101 The High Elven Way Cenara¡¯s home was on the northern side of the city, where nearly half the residential buildings were located. The other half lay in the west. To the east was the commercial district, the south held storage and manufacturing zones, and the center of the city housed administrative buildings. The northern and western residential zones were the most affordable, but even the cheapest housing came at a steep price¡ªno less than twenty gold coins a month. Compared to most cities, that was astronomical. There were two reasons for this. First, high elves were vastly wealthier than other elven races¡ªand incomparably richer than humans, orcs, or any other species. Second, the city of Eldrinvar itself was exceptionally prosperous, even by high elven standards, thanks to its access to the largest dark elemental resource point in the continent. Despite the abundance of these dark, poisonous elemental crystals, their value remained high. A gold-rank dark elemental crystal could sell for tens of thousands of gold coins. This was cheap compared to light elemental crystals of the same rank¡ªbut still a fortune for most mortals. Dark elemental materials were harvested from the edge of the Dark Forest and sold in large quantities. Those who mined the resources sold them on the open market, earning massive profits since the cost of extraction was so low. But they couldn¡¯t keep it all¡ªanyone using city land to reach the Dark Forest had to pay a heavy tax. The taxes collected were then distributed among the city¡¯s permanent residents. This system brought in tremendous wealth¡ªand was the main reason why the people of Eldrinvar lived in such luxury. High elven society operated differently from most others. Their government was minimal¡ªbarely existing, in fact. There were few guards, fewer soldiers, and no inspectors to enforce laws. But they weren¡¯t needed. High elves followed the law to the letter, without oversight. Because of this, the cost of governance was almost nothing. Yet taxes were anything but low. In fact, they were steep. As a result, the government often ran large surpluses¡ªand simply redistributed the excess wealth among the people. There were no nobles among the high elves. Every citizen was considered equal and received a share of the revenue generated in their district. In any other society, such a system would crumble instantly. Why work if you were already wealthy? Where was the incentive? Such systems elsewhere had always led to stagnation, shortages, and collapse. But high elves were different. They were among the most lawful races in existence. A law had been passed long ago: any citizen receiving assistance from the government must also contribute through labor. And thanks to their extraordinary sense of order and discipline, very few tried to cheat the system¡ªeven though no one actually watched to enforce it. So the government continued distributing wealth, and people kept working. The result? Even a dark elf server working in a small restaurant earned more than a renowned human blacksmith in a major city. In human cities, land was often owned by nobility, and taxes from resource extraction went to the coffers of bloated bureaucracies, militaries, corrupt nobles, and greedy officials. Few places were like the high elven cities¡ªwhere everyone shared in the wealth. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. Of course, both humans and high elves had their strengths and weaknesses. Humans were less lawful, but more diverse. There were good humans, evil humans, lawful, chaotic, neutral¡ªall shades existed. High elves, by contrast, were nearly all strictly lawful. This difference brought pros and cons. Human societies were turbulent, unpredictable, and inventive. They birthed new ideas, new technologies. High elven cities, on the other hand, ran like finely tuned clocks¡ªorderly and harmonious for centuries. But such rigidity came with a cost. Innovation was rare, and new ideas were slow to take root. High elf society was far more uniform than that of other elves or other species. Most high elves were proud to the point of arrogance, looking down on other elven races and certainly on humans. The Elven Empire, however, was not a high elf dominion. High elves made up less than ten percent of its population. The rest were dark elves, wood elves, moon elves, sun elves, storm elves, frost elves, ember elves, shadow elves, dusk elves, crystal elves, star elves, tide elves, etc Still, high elves held enormous influence. Most of the empire¡¯s upper ranks¡ªdistrict judges, city elders, and council members¡ªwere high elves. Their wealth and uniform support for their own ensured that the most powerful knights and mages often came from their ranks. But the Elven Empire didn¡¯t exist to serve high elves alone. If they tried to dominate the other races, rebellion would follow. Especially from the dark elves, who were far less obedient and far more prone to defiance. To prevent internal strife, the Empire adopted a unique legal system. Laws weren¡¯t universally enforced. For instance, anti-discrimination laws applied only to high elves and wood elves, and not to others. The Council of Elders had a two-step legislative process: proposal and ratification. A law, once proposed, had to be ratified either by an 85% popular vote or an 85% council vote. If it failed, it didn¡¯t disappear¡ªit simply couldn¡¯t apply to the entire empire. In such cases, each elven race could choose to adopt the law for its own people. That¡¯s exactly what happened with the anti-discrimination law. Dark elves opposed it, so it failed empire-wide ratification. But the high elf and wood elf elders voted to apply it in their own cities. This strange legislative process resulted in a patchwork of inconsistent laws across the empire. But it worked. Most districts were still dominated by a single elven race, so regional laws rarely conflicted. Besides, the Elder Council¡¯s power was limited. Its authority only extended to individuals of Mythic rank and below. Any law that affected Ultra-ranked beings or supernatural resource points required approval from the Immortal Council¡ªand that approval almost never came. The Immortal Council rarely allowed regulations that might slow the extraction or sale of those high-value resources. Made up of Extreme-ranked and Super-ranked beings, the Immortal Council held absolute authority. They had the power to abolish the Elder Council entirely, should they ever choose to. But in practice, they rarely involved themselves in day-to-day affairs. Apart from consistently blocking attempts to regulate supernatural resource points, they seldom interfered. Technically, they could overrule the Elder Council on any matter. But in reality, they hadn¡¯t done so in tens of thousands of years. So for all practical purposes, the Elder Council held absolute power¡ªat least within the bounds of its domain. ... "Come in," Cenara said with a smile, stepping aside to let Edric enter. As he walked in, Edric couldn''t help but think, "High elven women really are too beautiful." Cenara was more stunning than any woman he had seen¡ªwhether on Earth or even on the Silver Flower Island. And she wasn¡¯t an exception. Most women in the city were just as enchanting. Even the men were unnaturally attractive, though Edric had no particular interest in that. "Fortunately, I¡¯m immune to such temptations," he thought proudly. His [Mental Fortitude(Black)] skill was too powerful to be swayed by beauty alone. Once inside, Cenara didn¡¯t waste time. Without a word, she stripped bare. She was thirsty¡ªburning with desire¡ªand had no intention of waiting. It didn¡¯t even cross her mind that the human man she brought home might refuse. In her experience, no man ever had. As a silver-ranked knight, she wasn¡¯t concerned about safety either. To her, Edric was just an ordinary man¡ªnothing to worry about. She hadn¡¯t really thought it through. "Well, let¡¯s see where this goes," Edric smirked, deciding to play along. He didn¡¯t resist as Cenara pulled him toward the bed. Chapter 102 The Risk of Knowing Edric opened his eyes. As an Ultra Knight, he didn¡¯t need sleep, nor did he require any sort of spell to rest. Still, he enjoyed sleeping from time to time. Of course, even while asleep, a part of his mind remained vigilant. If anyone strong enough to threaten him ever appeared, he''d know instantly. He glanced to the side and saw Cenara lying next to him. Yesterday, the two of them had spent over twelve hours together¡ªbusy on the bed. Twelve hours straight. She¡¯d thought he was just an ordinary man, that he¡¯d wear out quickly. But as the hours passed, it was Cenara who ended up exhausted. As an Ultra Knight, Edric¡¯s body was nearly inexhaustible. Cenara, on the other hand, was just a Silver Knight. Her stamina couldn¡¯t compare. "Now that I think about it... it''s strange," Edric mused. "A Silver Knight getting exhausted like that? Maybe there¡¯s something about bedroom activities that drains more energy than expected." Normally, a Silver Knight could run for days without tiring. Yet Cenara had been gasping for breath after just a few hours. "Maybe I should look into it more," Edric thought, considering some... personal research. Years ago, when he was trapped in Marquis Windwalker¡¯s castle and used as a breeding tool, he¡¯d felt that same overwhelming drain from practicing the art of yin and yang. Back then, though, he had a few special skills that enhanced his yang energy, reducing the overall consumption. He sat up slowly. Though he¡¯d enjoyed himself yesterday, he couldn¡¯t truly go all out. He was always restrained. The reason was simple: the massive difference in power between him and Cenara. If he wasn¡¯t careful, if he let himself lose control for even a moment, he could accidentally apply too much force¡ªand in that case, Cenara would be reduced to a bloody pulp. So he had to be cautious. Extremely cautious. Fortunately, his [Mental Fortitude (Black)] skill was exceptionally powerful. It allowed him to keep perfect control over his strength. Unfortunately, that also meant a large part of his attention was constantly focused on restraint. Cenara, on the other hand, hadn¡¯t held back at all. She went all out, using the full extent of her Silver Knight strength. That only meant one thing: she didn¡¯t care if Edric died. After all, she believed he was just an ordinary man. And if a Silver Knight were to unleash her full power on a regular human? That human would be crushed. Instantly. Yet she did it anyway. Not out of malice¡ªjust lack of control. That was simply how she was. A bit of a pervert, too passionate for her own good once things got heated. But she clearly knew her own habits. Yet, despite knowing her own tendencies, she still got into bed with him. That was why Edric was certain¡ªshe didn¡¯t care if he died. In fact, he was almost sure he was not the only human she¡¯d ever brought to bed... and possibly killed in bed. High Elves had little to no law enforcement. Murders were easy to hide, and even easier to ignore. ¡°She¡¯s a rare one,¡± Edric muttered, watching her sleep peacefully. ¡°A chaotic, lawless High Elf.¡± Most High Elves were obsessively lawful, their entire society built on order and discipline. But now and then, an outlier appeared. ¡°In bed, she completely loses herself. She didn¡¯t even question how I, someone she believed to be just an ordinary man, managed to withstand her Silver Knight strength. It was like she was possessed.¡± He narrowed his eyes. ¡°Could it be a demon?¡± Demonic influence wasn¡¯t always obvious. Some infections were so well-hidden that even Super-ranked knights couldn¡¯t detect them. But Edric wasn¡¯t just any Ultra Knight. This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Thanks to his unique skills¡ª[Abyss Emissary(Purple)] and [Demonic Ancestor(Purple)]¡ªhe could sense things others couldn¡¯t. So, this time, he looked at Cenara through the lens of those skills. ¡°¡­Just as I thought.¡± She was indeed under demonic influence. And not just any demon¡ªthe Demon King of Lust. He stared at her with solemn eyes. He didn¡¯t know much about this particular demon king, but there was no way it meant anything good. ¡°First the Demon King of Weirdness, then the Demon King of Greed... and now Lust.¡± He sighed. ¡°This world is infested with all kinds of demonic influence. Fortunately, the demon kings are still suppressed. If they weren¡¯t¡­ even my Ultra Rank wouldn¡¯t be enough to resist them.¡± He looked deeper, frowning as the truth revealed itself. ¡°The infection is... deep. Incredibly deep. Nearly her entire being is corrupted. And it was hidden so well, I didn¡¯t even sense it until now.¡± He leaned back, thinking. ¡°Could it be related to the Dark Forest? Or maybe something from her travels to the Flicker Empire?¡± As far as he knew, the demon behind the Dark Forest was the Demon King of Weirdness, not Lust. Just as he was lost in thought, Cenara stirred on the bed, about to wake. Before she could fully open her eyes, Edric raised a hand and whispered, ¡°[Sleep ¨C Mythic].¡± A soft glow flickered from his palm. Cenara fell still once more, slipping into a deep and dreamless sleep. ¡°I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s safe to soul-search her¡­¡± Edric thought. Cenara was entangled with a Demon King. That alone made any attempt at diving into her soul extremely dangerous. Even with his resistance to demonic infection¡ªthanks to his skills¡ªit was still a risk. Demon Kings weren¡¯t ordinary foes. Their influence ran deep, and there was no guarantee that his skills would be able to block a direct infection from a source connected to one. Of course, he was only being cautious. He estimated a 99% chance that his skills could protect him. But even a 1% chance of being corrupted by a Demon King was too high. ¡°I should mind-control her instead,¡± he finally decided. ¡°[Mind Control ¨C Mythic].¡± The spell activated instantly. Cenara¡¯s resistance was weak. She was a Silver Knight, after all¡ªstrong, but not strong enough to stand against a Mythic-tier spell. Her mental defenses crumbled the moment the magic took hold. Edric slipped into her mind. After a few moments of browsing, his expression darkened. ¡°There¡¯s nothing here,¡± he thought. ¡°She doesn¡¯t know anything useful. If I want to uncover the truth... I might have to soul-search her after all.¡± But soul-searching was far more dangerous. What exactly is the mind? It was a complicated question. The mind had two parts: the physical mind, and the spiritual mind. Under normal circumstances, the two remained in sync. However, there were exceptions. First, if someone had occupied another body¡ªthrough reincarnation, possession, transmigration, or any similar process¡ªwithout first erasing the memories stored in their soul, then the physical brain and the soul would be out of alignment. In such a case, the soul would retain the memories of the previous life, while the current brain would not. Memories wouldn¡¯t return easily in those cases, but they might leak out slowly¡ªthrough dreams, instincts, or fragmented recall. Second, if specific memories were intentionally stored only in the soul and sealed off from the body, then even the person themselves wouldn¡¯t know those memories existed. Not even in dreams. They would live their life completely unaware, unless the seal was broken¡ªeither by advancement in rank, a flaw in the seal, or intervention from another being. In most situations, it¡¯s the soul that holds memories the brain doesn¡¯t know. But the reverse could also be true. There were rare instances where memories were stored only in the physical brain and sealed from the soul. In those cases, if the person were to change bodies, those memories would be lost completely. Ultimately, the brain and the soul are connected. Unless actively sealed, they continuously share information¡ªsyncing memories and experiences over time. This connection, however, could become a danger in certain situations. For example, if a soul contained too many memories, and tried to pour them into a lower-ranked brain, the brain could go mad under the pressure. To prevent that, one would place seals on the less vital memories until the brain was strong enough to handle them. On the other hand, if a weak soul inhabited a powerful body, the reverse could happen. The memories and instincts of the strong body could overwhelm the soul, driving it insane. And that¡­ would be a disaster. A body can move and survive without a soul. And a soul can drift and linger without a body. But both come with serious flaws. A soulless body cannot cultivate internal energy. At best, it can grow slightly stronger through sheer physical effort, but without internal energy, it will always be at a disadvantage¡ªand breaking through to higher ranks is utterly impossible. The same is true for a soul without a body. It cannot cultivate internal energy, nor channel mana, nor grow in rank. Worse, over time, it will begin to fade¡ªits energy slowly draining away into nothingness. A body without a soul will often go mad. Without a guiding will, instincts take over, and it gradually turns into a mindless monster. That¡¯s why, if a body ever awakens without a soul inside, its first and most primal instinct is to find a soul and devour it. Likewise, a soul without a body is driven by a single, overwhelming desire¡ªto possess a body. Edric could already tell¡ªCenara''s memories were sealed. She had no idea what was hidden inside her. Not even a hint. ¡°I¡¯ll have to soul-search her. But even then, the seal might be too strong¡­ or worse, it might have a trap waiting for me.¡± Soul-searching someone under the influence of a Demon King was beyond dangerous. He might fail to break the seal¡ªor he might succeed and trigger something explosive. Literally. The risk wasn¡¯t worth it. With a heavy sigh, Edric made his decision. First, he erased Cenara¡¯s memories of him completely¡ªbrainwashing her clean. Then, he removed every trace of his presence from the house¡ªfootprints, energy residue, even the air itself. Afterward, he erased the memories of any witnesses nearby. Anyone who had seen him enter or leave, anyone who had spoken to him¡ªgone. He left nothing behind. Edric had enough problems already. He had no desire to involve himself with the Demon King of Lust. Whatever was going on in this city, he wanted no part of it. He walked away from Cenara¡¯s house without looking back. He didn¡¯t stop there. He left the city entirely. A high-ranking agent of the Demon King of Lust was here, and Edric had no idea what that meant. But one thing was certain¡ªhe wasn¡¯t going to stick around to find out. He would vanish. Drift from city to city along the edge of the Dark Forest. Lay low. Waste time. And gather XP until he had enough to purchase a Super-Rank Digging Skill. Only then could he begin his true mission¡ªlocating the Dark Crystal.