《Beyond the Script: The Extra Who Stole the Eternal Gaze》 Chapter 1- beyond the bedside I lay on the stiff, white hospital sheet, the rhythmic beeping of machines a constant reminder that my time was running out. The overhead light cast harsh shadows on the walls of my room, and the antiseptic smell mingled with the heavy scent of despair. I had long learned that hope could be a dangerous luxury when the prognosis was terminal. Yet, amid the sterile monotony, I clung to one salvation: the handheld game console in my trembling hands. Earlier that day, the doctor had sat by my bed, his face etched with a sorrow I''d seen too often. "Ethan," he said softly, "there''s not much time left. I''m afraid we can only do so much." His words had sunk into me like shards of ice. In that moment, reality became unbearably heavy. But as his footsteps receded down the corridor, I opened my console and was instantly transported to another life¡ªa life brimming with magic, valor, and endless possibility. The game was Mana''s Ascension, a sprawling open-world adventure that had captivated me since childhood. In this universe, everything changed the day mana¡ªa mysterious, life-altering energy¡ªdescended upon humanity. As mana seeped into the earth, it awakened latent powers within people, setting the stage for titanic battles against monstrous beings and the rise of strange, otherworldly races. Out of the chaos emerged the legend of a hero, a figure destined to unite the fragmented forces of nature against a rising demonic threat. That hero, known as the Radiant Vanguard, became the beacon of hope for all who dwelled in the realm of Mana''s Ascension. I navigated through the familiar menu, my fingers trembling with anticipation. The storyline had always been my refuge: the epic saga of a brave warrior who, against insurmountable odds, fought to bring order to a fractured world. In the game''s lore, the Radiant Vanguard began as a mere mortal¡ªsomeone much like me¡ªwho discovered the untapped potential of mana. With every challenge he overcame, he grew stronger, mastering spells that could shape reality itself. His journey led him through ancient ruins, haunted forests, and storm-lashed mountains, each locale harboring its own secrets and perils. Along the way, he forged alliances with elves, dwarves, and even mysterious beings from realms beyond the mortal coil. For me, Mana''s Ascension was more than just pixels and code¡ªit was an escape from the reality of my failing body. Every time I played, I imagined stepping into the shoes of that hero, battling malevolent demons and monstrous beasts, and rewriting the destiny of a broken world. The Radiant Vanguard''s courage was a sharp contrast to the helplessness that plagued my every breath here in the hospital. His victories were my own defiance against the cruel hand fate had dealt me.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. As I sat there, the lines between my fragile existence and the vivid adventures in the game began to blur. I recalled countless evenings spent huddled in a dim room, the glow of the screen lighting up my face as I pressed onward through the game''s trials. Back then, every monster slain and every quest completed was a small rebellion against the limitations that life had imposed on me. Now, as I faced the stark finality of my condition, I found solace in the familiar digital embrace of Mana''s Ascension. The game''s storyline unfolded before me like a tapestry of epic battles and heart-wrenching sacrifices. I remembered how the hero rallied a diverse group of warriors at the famed academy¡ªa haven established by multiple races, where legends were born and destinies were forged. The academy was not only a training ground but also a symbol of unity in the face of overwhelming darkness. It was here that the Radiant Vanguard, along with his loyal comrades and childhood friends, prepared to confront an encroaching demonic force intent on devouring the very essence of mana. In these moments, I wasn''t just Ethan, the sick boy lying in a hospital bed. I was transported into a realm where every setback was met with the promise of resurgence, where the hero''s struggle against despair mirrored my own desperate fight for survival. I clung to the belief that if the Radiant Vanguard could defy the odds, then perhaps there was a fragment of hope left for me too¡ªeven if only within the comforting illusion of a game. The hospital room around me seemed to fade as I immersed myself in the battle scenes and dramatic story arcs unfolding on the screen. Each encounter with a fantastical creature, each spell cast by the hero, ignited within me a spark of courage that I had nearly forgotten. For a few precious hours, I was free from the confines of my failing body, and instead, I was part of a grand narrative¡ªa narrative where heroes rose, legacies were born, and even the most fragile spirit could change the world. Yet, as the game''s orchestral score swelled and the hero charged into battle against a horde of shadowy demons, I couldn''t escape the harsh truth that lingered in the background. The doctor''s words echoed in my mind: there wasn''t much time left. In the quiet moments between the intense battles, the weight of my reality pressed in, mingling with the thrill of the digital odyssey. It was a bittersweet symphony of loss and hope, of endings and beginnings. In that delicate balance between despair and defiance, I found the strength to keep playing. For as long as I could, I would journey alongside the Radiant Vanguard, drawing inspiration from his valor and his relentless determination to stand against the darkness¡ªeven when the odds were insurmountable. And in that fantastical realm, I discovered that sometimes, the greatest victories are born from the courage to dream beyond the confinesof our mortality. Chapter 2: Wait… This Isnt My Body?! Pain. A dull throbbing at first, then a sharp jolt, like my head had just been used as a training dummy for a knight''s morning drills. My body felt oddly stiff, like I hadn''t moved in days, and my limbs¡­ they weren''t as weak as before. That was the first sign that something was wrong. I slowly opened my eyes, expecting to see the familiar, depressing white ceiling of the hospital. Instead, I was met with a grand room¡ªdark wooden furniture, an ornate chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and large bookshelves filled with tomes that definitely weren''t medical journals. Okay¡­ this was weird. I sat up abruptly, and that''s when I noticed my hands. They weren''t frail, pale, or covered in IV marks. They were smooth, healthy, and¡ªdare I say¡ªelegant? My heart pounded as I flexed my fingers, feeling an unfamiliar strength in them. The hospital room was gone. The pain in my body, the beeping machines, the sterile smell¡­ all gone. Had I died? Before panic could fully take over, my eyes landed on something¡ªa large, full-body mirror on the far side of the room. A strange sense of dread crept up my spine as I slowly got up and approached it. Each step felt foreign, yet oddly natural, like my body was moving on its own. And then I saw him. No, I saw me. Jet-black hair, slightly messy but effortlessly stylish. Piercing black eyes that gleamed under the soft candlelight. A well-defined jawline, high cheekbones, and skin so flawless it looked like I had just walked out of a beauty commercial. Dressed in elegant black and silver attire, I looked like some noble straight out of a fantasy novel. Wait.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. Fantasy novel. My mind worked overtime, piecing together the impossible situation. My last memory was playing Mana''s Ascension¡ªthe game I''d practically lived in during my hospital days. I was completely immersed in its world, obsessed with the intricate lore, characters, and battle mechanics. And now¡­ I looked exactly like a random extra noble character from that very game. This had to be a dream, right? A coma hallucination? Some weird afterlife bonus package? Before I could make sense of anything, a searing pain shot through my skull, making me stagger backward. It felt like my brain was being forcibly rewritten¡ªmemories flooding in, clashing, merging. Suddenly, I remembered. This body''s name was Alden Blackwood. A disgraced noble. The second son of the powerful Blackwood family, but disowned and cast aside for being talentless. A nobody in the grand scheme of things. A minor background character who, in the game''s original story, existed only to serve as a stepping stone for the protagonist during one of the academy''s introductory duels. And like any good disposable extra, he was supposed to die. A deep sigh escaped my lips as the memories settled. "Great. So I reincarnated¡­ as a nobody who''s about to be erased from the plot. Fantastic." The irony of it all wasn''t lost on me. After years of playing Mana''s Ascension, memorizing every route, hunting for rare items, and even exploring obscure Easter eggs, I ended up in the game itself. But not as the hero. Not even as a major villain. No, I got stuck in the shoes of a disposable extra, the kind players wouldn''t even remember existed. Still, the fact that I had knowledge of the future meant I had a chance. I just needed to figure out exactly what I was working with. "System." At my command, a translucent blue screen blinked into existence before me. --- [System Interface] Name: Alden Blackwood Race: Human Class: None (Unawakened) Rank: F- Mana Capacity: F- Skills: None [System functions: Status | Skills | Traits] --- I stared at the screen for a long moment. "¡­Wow. I suck." No class, no skills, and an F- rank? Even in a game world, my luck was garbage. At this point, I had two options: 1. Follow the original script and die a tragic, forgettable death. 2. Use my knowledge of the game to cheat my way to survival. The choice was obvious. But first, I needed a plan. The academy entrance ceremony was in a week, which meant I had seven days before I''d be thrown into the same storyline as the protagonist. If I remembered correctly, Alden was supposed to be humiliated in a mock battle during the first class and then get dragged into an unfortunate encounter that led to his death. Yeah, that wasn''t happening. I needed power. Fast. And I knew exactly where to get it. Back when Mana''s Ascension had a event where they added an easter egg and trait so broken that it can change everything. But this wasn''t just a game anymore. If I could find and unlock it, I might actually have a way to turn this pathetic F- extra into something dangerous. And considering my new memories carried a burning hunger for power¡ªprobably from merging with Alden''s emotions¡ªit was all the motivation I needed. I cracked my knuckles, determination settling in. "Alright, let''s do this. Time to break the game." The price of power Chapter 3: The Price of Power I stood before the altar, heart pounding. The ruins around me were silent, save for the distant rustling of wind through broken stone pillars. This was it¡ªthe place where the forgotten Easter egg of Mana''s Ascension lay hidden. The this easter egg wasn''t just something you could buy from a shop or loot from a dungeon. No, the developers had gone all out with this secret, making it a reward for a grim, obscure ritual¡ªone that most players never bothered with because of its ridiculous cost. You had to sacrifice something precious. In the game, this usually meant losing an important ally. But since I had no friends to sacrifice (perks of being an extra), I had to improvise. My name. Ethan. Not just as a title, but as an identity. In this world, names carried weight. They tied people to their mana, their existence. A name wasn''t just a word¡ªit was proof that you belonged to this reality. By offering my original self as tribute, I would be cutting off the last fragment of "Ethan," the dying boy who once lay in a hospital bed, completely erasing any remnants of my past life from this world''s records. It was poetic, in a twisted way. Taking a deep breath, I knelt before the stone pedestal. "I abandon my past, my name, and my place in the annals of fate," I whispered, feeling the weight of the words as they left my lips. "Let the old self perish, and from the ashes, let the power I seek be born." The moment the words left my mouth, the runes on the altar flared crimson. A searing heat shot through my veins, as if my very soul was being branded. Pain. Blinding, mind-numbing pain. I gritted my teeth, refusing to scream. My vision blurred as the world twisted around me. Shadows coiled like serpents, and for a split second, I saw something¡ªa reflection of myself, standing in the darkness, eyes glowing crimson.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Then, everything went black. --- When I came to, I was lying on the cold stone floor, gasping for breath. My body ached as if I had been torn apart and stitched back together. But I could feel it. The power lurking beneath my skin. Slowly, I pushed myself up, stumbling toward a nearby puddle of water. I looked down. And there they were. Crimson eyes. Eclipse vision. I clenched my fists. It worked. I had gained one of the most broken abilities in this world. Of course, there was a catch. Activating the Eclipse vision drained mana at an absurd rate. Using its signature techniques, . Eclipse Vision ¨C Grants heightened perception, allowing the user to predict movements, copy techniques, and cast powerful illusions that distort reality This was a broken ability in game but because of insane mana consumption no mana used it and it was very limited in game. So yeah. It was powerful, but right now? It was more of a self-destruct button than a trump card. I sighed, running a hand through my black hair. "One problem solved, ten more unlocked. Classic." --- As I made my way back to the academy grounds, I kept my head low. I had to be careful. In this world, demonic possession was a real threat. If anyone noticed my sudden change in demeanor, it wouldn''t take long before someone accused me of being possessed. And possession victims? They were executed on sight. I had to play my part. I had to be Alden Blackwood. Unfortunately, that meant interacting with people. And my first real challenge came in the form of Seraphina Valeheart¡ªone of the heroines. --- I turned the corner, lost in thought, only to slam directly into someone. A flash of white. A soft "oof." And the next thing I knew, I was staring at a pair of blue eyes framed by long, snowy-white hair. Seraphina everfrost. The Prodigy of Frost. One of the top-tier mages in the game, a future war goddess, and one of the protagonist''s main love interests. Oh, and also someone who absolutely despised Alden Blackwood. "Watch where you''re going," she snapped, brushing off her uniform. "Are you blind?" I resisted the urge to say, "Well, technically, I see better than ever now." Instead, I forced my face into the usual sneer that Alden was known for. "Perhaps you should watch where you''re going, Lady Valeheart." Her eyes narrowed. "Tch. Still the same arrogant waste of noble blood, I see." Oh, right. Alden was known for trying to court her in the past, despite being vastly inferior to her in rank. And by court, I meant "pester her relentlessly and get repeatedly frozen in response." I had to act in character. But not too much. I couldn''t afford to make more enemies. So I smirked, taking a step back and giving a half-hearted bow. "You wound me, my lady. Have I truly left such an impression?" She scoffed, crossing her arms. "The only thing memorable about you is how persistent you are. You''re wasting your time. Stay out of my way." She turned to leave, but I caught something in her expression. A slight hesitation. A flicker of curiosity. Alden was an annoying pest, but he was predictable. I, on the other hand, was an unknown variable. Good. The less they suspected, the better. I waited until she disappeared down the corridor before sighing in relief. Acting like an arrogant idiot is harder than I thought. But it was necessary. If anyone¡ªeven the protagonist¡ªstarted questioning why I had suddenly become different, I was screwed. For now, I needed to lay low. Train. And most importantly¡­ survive. I glanced at my reflection in a nearby window. The red glow of my Eclipse vision flickered for a brief second before fading back to black. A slow smirk crept onto my lips. This world had given me a death sentence. Too bad for them¡ªI didn''t plan on dying anytime soon. Testing the limits The dim candlelight flickered against the stone walls of my room as I sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at my reflection in a small hand mirror. My hands trembled slightly from exhaustion, but I couldn''t stop now. I took a deep breath, focusing. "Activate." The moment I willed it, a familiar warmth surged through my body. My vision sharpened instantly, details becoming crisp in a way that felt almost unnatural. The world around me seemed to slow, each flicker of the candle now a gradual dance of embers. And in the mirror, my eyes burned crimson. I exhaled. Step one: Test the basics. Visual Perception Enhancement I turned my gaze to a stray feather lying on my desk. Then, I flicked it into the air. With my normal vision, it would have been nothing more than a blur of motion. But now? I saw everything. The subtle shifts in air resistance, the way the feather twisted and turned in midair. My reaction speed was heightened to a ridiculous degree¡ªI reached out and caught it effortlessly before it even had the chance to fall back down. This wasn''t just an upgrade¡ªit was a complete rewrite of how I perceived movement. If I used this in a fight? I would be able to read and dodge attacks with an almost supernatural level of precision. Step two: Illusions & Mind Influence The Eclipse vision was known for its powerful illusions, but I had no idea how potent they were in this world. In the game, illusions were just a flashy debuff, easily resisted by strong-willed characters. But here? The effects could be real. I needed a test subject. I walked over to the wooden chair in the corner, placed my hand on its surface, and focused.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. With a flicker of mana, I activated a simple illusion-based suggestion¡ªone that would make my brain believe the chair was burning hot. I hovered my fingers over it¡­ and immediately yanked my hand back as a sharp sting shot up my fingertips. Holy¡ª! It worked. Even though I knew it wasn''t actually burning, my nerves were completely fooled. Meaning, in theory, I could do the same thing to people. I could make an enemy believe they were bound by chains, stabbed through the gut, or frozen in place¡ªwithout ever touching them. This was terrifyingly broken. Then last but not least most broken of them. Voidstep (Trait) Ability: Allows the user to phase through objects and enter a personal pocket dimension. They can teleport by stepping through space itself. Drawback: Excessive use strains the body, causing severe disorientation or temporary blindness. (In game void step was not included. In game you only get Eclipse vision but in hidden route when player sacrifice himself he can get a ability , voidstep.) I turned to my next experiment: my most overpowered ability¡ªvoidstep. In the game, it had been useless because of its absurd mana cost. But now that I had it in real life? I focused on my left hand, willing it to become intangible. The air around my palm wavered like a mirage, and before I could even process what was happening, my fingers phased through the wooden desk as if it wasn''t even there. The desk was solid. I wasn''t. I pulled my hand back, heart pounding. No resistance. No force pushing against me. It was as if I had temporarily ceased to exist in the physical world. But the moment lasted barely three seconds before a brutal drain on my mana hit me like a hammer. My vision blurred, and I barely caught myself against the desk before collapsing. Damn. So that''s why it had been considered useless in the game. The mana cost was insane. If I had used voidstep on my entire body instead of just my hand, I probably would have passed out instantly. Meaning, for now, it was strictly a last-resort move. Step four: Overall Stat Changes. Once my vision stabilized, I called up my status screen. --- [System Interface] Name: Alden Blackwood Race: Human Class: None (Unawakened) Rank: E- (Increased from F-) Mana Capacity: E-(But slightly improved) Skills: Eclipse vision (Active) Illusionary Control (Basic) Traits: Voidstep(legendry) --- I ranked up? That was surprising. I was still trash, but at least I wasn''t F-tier trash anymore. It seemed that unlocking the Eclipse vision had slightly boosted my overall strength, though my mana pool was still garbage. That would be my next major hurdle¡ªI needed more raw power to sustain my abilities. Which brought me to the final step. Future Plans: The Next 7 Days I sat back, running through my options. I had exactly one week before the academy''s first official class began. That meant I had seven days to prepare before I was thrown into the main storyline. Goals for the Week: 1. Improve my Mana Reserves ¨C Without a bigger mana pool, my Eclipse vision was little more than a flashy decoration. I needed to find a method to increase my mana capacity quickly. 2. Train My Body ¨C The protagonist and other main characters were monsters in terms of physical stats. If I wanted to survive, I needed to at least not die in one hit. 3. Expand My Illusion Control ¨C If I could subtly manipulate enemies without them realizing it, I could avoid unnecessary fights altogether. 4. Gather Information ¨C I needed to map out all the upcoming game events and figure out which ones could give me an edge. 5. Stay Under the Radar ¨C The academy was filled with elite warriors, mages, and even paladins trained to detect demonic possession. If I acted too different from the old Alden, someone would notice. As much as I wanted to flex my new abilities, I had to be smart. Reckless power-ups only worked for protagonists¡ªextras like me got killed the moment we attracted the wrong kind of attention. For now, my best bet was to play along with the expected plotline, act like the usual "annoying noble failure," and secure whatever hidden resources I could find. I leaned back against the cold stone wall, staring at the ceiling. "...This is gonna be a long week." First step I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a carriage. Everything ached. My muscles felt both stiff and sore, as if I had been through a week of intense training in a single night. My head pounded, and my vision was slightly blurry before it settled back into focus. For a second, I thought I was still in the hospital bed back on Earth. That maybe all of this¡ªthe transmigration, the Eclipse vision, the academy¡ªwas just a fever dream caused by my illness. But then I moved. And immediately regretted it. "Ugh¡­" I groaned, sitting up slowly. My entire body felt wrong¡ªnot in a painful way, but in a foreign way. It took me a moment to process why. This wasn''t my original body. It was Alden Blackwood''s. And last night, I had essentially forcefully modified it¡ªboth by awakening the Eclipse vision and by ranking up from F- to E-. The result? My body wasn''t fully synchronized with my mind. I tested it by clenching my fist. There was a slight lag between my intent and my muscles responding. It wasn''t anything extreme¡ªmaybe a fraction of a second¡ªbut it was enough to throw off my reflexes. It made sense. Back on Earth, I had spent years in a hospital bed, barely moving. Even though I had been given Alden''s healthier body, my mental reflexes hadn''t caught up yet. The sudden increase in physical stats didn''t help either. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, only to pause when I felt something different.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. My hair. It was longer. Not by much, but definitely enough to notice. I scrambled to the small mirror on my desk and took a good look at myself. My previously dull black eyes now had a slight red tint to them, even in their normal state. My hair, once neatly trimmed, had grown slightly wilder overnight. Even my facial structure seemed sharper¡ªmore defined. "The hell¡­" I muttered. Had the Eclipse vision physically altered me? It made sense in a way. The Eclipse was a genetic ability, something that fundamentally changed a person''s body at a bloodline level. Since I had forced its awakening through a ritual instead of naturally evolving into it, my body was adjusting in ways I hadn''t expected. And this was just the start. I needed to properly gauge my strength now that I had ranked up. In this world, power levels were classified from F- to SSS, with each rank divided into three sub-ranks (Low, Mid, High). The Ranking System: F-, F, F+ ¡ú Complete weaklings. Normal humans with barely any mana. E-, E, E+ ¡ú Marginally stronger. Can at least survive in a fight. D-, D, D+ ¡ú Trained individuals. Some knights and mages . C-, C, C+ ¡ú The level of adventurers or noble elites. B-, B, B+ ¡ú A cut above normal humans. A-, A, A+ ¡ú A big leap in power. S-, S, S+ ¡ú A level beyond human limitations. Extremely rare. SS-, SS, SS+ ¡ú The strongest warriors on the continent. Legendary status. SSS ¡ú A rank only achieved by a select few in history. Right now, I was at E-. That meant I was marginally stronger than before, but still a weakling in the grand scheme of things. And the biggest issue? The gap between ranks wasn''t linear. The difference between F+ and E- was small. But the difference between A+ and S- was like night and day. At higher levels, even a single sub-rank could mean the difference between being a strong fighter and being completely untouchable. In the game, an S-Class character could demolish entire armies on their own. And the protagonist? He would eventually reach SS+¡ªan absolute monster in terms of strength. If I wanted to survive in this world, I needed to climb the ranks fast. My Immediate Problems 1. Mana Drain ¨C The Eclipse vision was ridiculously mana-hungry. If I wanted to use it properly, I needed to find a way to increase my mana pool and recovery speed. 2. Physical Synchronization ¨C My body was lagging behind my mind. That meant I had to train to fully adapt to my new reflexes. 3. Low Combat Ability ¨C Even though my perception and reaction speed had improved, my actual fighting ability was still garbage. I needed combat experience¡ªand fast. 4. Hiding My Powers ¨C If someone found out about my abilities, they''d either try to kill me or use me. The last thing I needed was to attract the attention of the church or the protagonist''s party. The Plan Moving Forward I had six days left before classes started. Day 1-2: Mana Control Training. I had to increase my capacity. Day 3-4: Physical Combat Training. I needed to fix the lag in my movements. Day 5-6: Experiment with illusion and voidstep. Test how much I could safely use. At the same time, I would lay low and avoid drawing attention. At least, that was the plan. Whether or not the academy let me stay in the background¡­ well, that was another problem entirely. For now, though? I flopped back onto the bed and groaned. "This reincarnation thing is more exhausting than I thought." The second day of training I stepped into the academy''s small, unused training yard just as the morning sun cast long shadows across the stone pavement. This place was usually reserved for lower-ranked students¡ªpeople who barely qualified to be here. Which made it perfect for me. No unnecessary attention. No annoying noble brats. Just me and my first day of training. I took a deep breath. Today''s plan was simple: 1. Light exercise to adjust to my new body. 2. Mana control training to increase my reserves. Simple on paper. Brutal in execution. Phase 1: Physical Conditioning I started with basic exercises¡ªpush-ups, sit-ups, squats. Nothing too intense, just enough to wake my muscles up. And immediately, I noticed something off. Even though I had ranked up from F- to E-, I still felt sluggish. It wasn''t that my body was weak¡ªrather, it was too strong for my instincts to handle properly. For example, when I pushed off the ground for a normal jump¡ª I overshot it and landed awkwardly. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. "Damn it." I had gained increased strength, but my muscle memory was still wired for my old, weaker self. This was going to take a while. After a painful hour of adjusting, I finally started to sync with my new body. I wasn''t perfect yet, but at least I wasn''t tripping over my own feet anymore. "Good. Now for mana training." Phase 2: Mana Control In this world, mana was everything. The stronger your mana core, the more powerful your techniques became. But for weaklings like me? Just maintaining mana flow was a struggle. I sat cross-legged on the ground, closing my eyes. Mana training had three steps: 1. Sensing mana ¨C Feeling the natural flow of energy inside and outside the body. 2. Guiding mana ¨C Moving mana consciously through the body''s pathways. 3. Expanding mana reserves ¨C Strengthening the core through repeated circulation. For most people, step one alone took weeks. But thanks to the Eclipse vision heightened perception, I could already sense mana with ease. I focused inward, feeling the faint warmth of mana inside me. It was small, like a flickering candle in a storm, but it was there. Slowly, carefully, I willed it to move. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through my chest. I gasped, nearly losing control. The mana resisted me¡ªlike trying to force a river to change direction. Gritting my teeth, I pushed forward, guiding it through the correct pathways. My veins burned, my body protested, but¡ª Ding! A familiar chime echoed in my mind, and a translucent blue window appeared before me. --- [System Interface] [Status Window] Name: Alden Blackwood Race: Human Class: None (Unawakened) Rank: E- Mana Core:E- [Basic Stats] Strength: E- Agility: E- Intelligence: C Mana: E- Stamina: E- (Grades range from F- to SSS.) [Skills] Eclipse Vision ¨C Grants heightened perception, allowing the user to predict movements, copy techniques, and cast powerful illusions that distort reality Mana Control (Basic) [E] ¨C The ability to manipulate internal mana with basic efficiency. Traits: Voidstep (Trait) Ability: Allows the user to phase through objects and enter a personal pocket dimension. They can teleport by stepping through space itself. [Arts] (Weapon and Combat Techniques) Basic Swordsmanship [D] ¨C A foundational style for sword combat. None ¨C (More techniques can be learned.) --- I stared at the screen, my mind racing. My stats were still trash, but I had officially unlocked Mana Control. That meant I could start improving my mana pool properly. And the best part? I wasn''t limited to just system-given skills. Unlike the protagonist, who was locked into a pre-determined skill tree, I had the freedom to develop my own abilities. Which meant if I trained hard enough, I could eventually create my own techniques. A small grin formed on my lips. "Alright. Let''s see how far I can push this." Second day The morning sun barely peeked over the academy walls when I stepped into the training yard for the second day in a row. My body still ached from yesterday, but at least I wasn''t tripping over my own feet anymore. Today''s plan? 1. Mana Control Refinement ¨C Yesterday, I managed to circulate my mana, but it was rough and inefficient. I needed to smooth it out. 2. Physical Combat Drills ¨C My body was adapting, but my reaction speed still lagged behind my stats. Time to fix that. I took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged. Mana control training came first. Phase 1: Refining Mana Control I closed my eyes and focused inward, feeling the mana within me. It was faint¡ªlike a small flickering ember in a dying fire¡ªbut it was there. The goal today was simple: make my mana flow smoothly. Yesterday, my attempts at guiding mana had felt like forcing water through a clogged pipe. The process was rough, inefficient, and borderline painful. But now, I had a better idea of how to move it. Slowly, carefully, I directed the mana through my veins, tracing the natural flow of energy. Instead of forcing it, I guided it gently, like nudging a drifting boat down a river. At first, it resisted¡ªmana control was like training a wild beast. But after several minutes of effort, something clicked. The mana flowed. Smooth. Controlled. Efficient.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. I opened my eyes, and my vision felt sharper than before. The air felt clearer, like I had been wearing foggy glasses all my life and had only now taken them off. A notification appeared in my vision. --- [Skill Leveled Up!] Mana Control (Basic) [E] ¡ú [E+] --- I smirked. Good. Progress. With better mana control, my casting speed and efficiency would improve. It also meant I could use the Mangeky¨­ Sharingan with slightly less mana drain. Not that I''d be using it often yet. The damn thing still drained way too much mana. I stretched my arms and stood up. Time for the next phase. Phase 2: Combat Training I picked up a wooden training sword from the nearby rack. My old self¡ªAlden Blackwood¡ªhad some basic swordsmanship skills, but nothing noteworthy. I took a stance and swung the blade. The moment I moved, I felt the disconnect again. My body was faster than my mind expected. The increase in agility from yesterday''s rank-up meant my reflexes were still playing catch-up. I adjusted and swung again¡ªthis time, smoother. Step. Swing. Pivot. Over and over. After half an hour, my movements started feeling natural again. The lag was disappearing. My mind and body were syncing. But sword swings weren''t enough. I needed real combat experience. Unfortunately, I had no sparring partners yet. So I settled for the next best thing. I walked over to the academy''s training dummies¡ªstone constructs enchanted with auto-repair magic. They were meant for combat drills, and right now, they''d serve as my temporary opponents. Taking a stance, I charged forward. First strike¡ªhorizontal slash. Second strike¡ªdiagonal cut. Third strike¡ªthrust. Each movement was faster, sharper than before. My improved mana circulation gave me better reaction speed, allowing me to execute attacks with precision. Still, my strength was lacking. Even with proper technique, my blows barely made a dent on the stone dummies. I frowned. I needed a proper combat style. Arts and Styles In this world, fighting techniques were divided into Weapon Arts and Martial Styles. Weapon Arts were specialized combat techniques focused on a single weapon. (e.g., Sword Arts, Spear Arts, etc.) Martial Styles were broader, incorporating overall fighting principles (footwork, evasion, counterattacks). A proper Weapon Art could make even a weak person deadly. For now, I only had Basic Swordsmanship [D], but that was just generic swings and stances. It was like knowing how to punch but not knowing how to actually fight. I needed a real style¡ªone that suited my strengths. And I already had an idea of where to find it. In the game, there was a hidden sword manual stored in the academy library. It wasn''t some god-tier technique, but it was far better than basic swings. Final Thoughts for the Day I wiped sweat from my brow and sat down to rest. Today had been productive. My mana control had improved, and my body was finally syncing with my new stats. But I was still weak. The protagonist, along with the other top students, would start at D+ rank or higher. Meanwhile, I was struggling at E-. Still, I wasn''t in a rush. Power wasn''t about rushing ahead recklessly. It was about building a solid foundation. One step at a time. Tomorrow, I''d check the library. And if things went well? I''d finally get my hands on a real combat style. First step toward power The academy library was massive. Three floors of endless bookshelves, ancient tomes, and knowledge collected from all the different races over the years. Students came here to study magic theory, history, or combat techniques. I came here for one reason only: to find a proper sword style. A combat manual had been hidden here in the game. It wasn''t a legendary technique, but it was more than enough for a beginner like me. Now, I just had to find it. The Hidden Manual I walked past rows of books, scanning each shelf. The place was nearly empty¡ªmost students were either in class or training. The book I was looking for wasn''t in the official records. It was placed in the wrong section on purpose, hidden among useless theory books that no one cared about. I moved toward the Advanced Magic Theory section and ran my fingers along the dusty spines of old books. Then, I spotted it. A thin, brown book wedged between two thick tomes. No title. No markings. Just an unassuming, worn-out cover. I pulled it out and flipped through the pages. --- [Phantom Edge Sword Style ¨C Beginner Manual] A sword technique focused on speed, unpredictability, and precise strikes. Designed for fighters who rely on deception and agility rather than brute force. --- A grin formed on my lips. Found it. This technique was perfect for me. I was still physically weak, so I couldn''t rely on raw power.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. I had the Eclipse vision, which meant my perception was leagues ahead of others¡ªa speed-based style would work well. The technique specialized in quick counters and misleading movements, which fit my need to stay hidden while secretly getting stronger. In the game, this manual was only discovered much later by the protagonist. But now? It was mine. I carefully hid the book inside my jacket and left the library. Time to put this to use. Training Begins Back in the training yard, I opened the manual and read the first section. --- Basic Principles of Phantom Edge: 1. Flow Like Water ¨C No rigid stances. Every movement should be fluid and unpredictable. 2. Strike Without Warning ¨C Attack from unexpected angles to disrupt the opponent''s defense. 3. Speed Over Power ¨C A fast, well-placed strike can be deadlier than a strong but slow one. --- I took a deep breath and got into position. Unlike the Basic Swordsmanship stance, which was rigid and structured, Phantom Edge was about staying loose and reactive. I took a step forward¡ªbut instead of moving directly, I twisted slightly to the side, adding an unpredictable motion to my approach. Then, I slashed the wooden sword in a smooth arc, making the attack seem slower before snapping forward at the last moment. The difference was immediate. If I had used a normal attack, the enemy could have easily blocked or dodged. But with this feint, my attack would land before they even realized it. I repeated the movements again and again, refining them. Step. Twist. Slash. Step. Fake. Lunge. Retreat. Counter. Pivot. Soon, I was sweating, my breath coming in short bursts. My body struggled to keep up with the advanced footwork, but I forced myself to adapt. --- [New Art Acquired!] Phantom Edge Sword Style (Beginner) [2 star] --- A new notification appeared in my vision. A 2-star style¡ªway better than the D-rank Basic Swordsmanship I had before. I grinned. This was real progress. An Unexpected Visitor Just as I was about to take a break, I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly turned¡ªonly to see a girl standing near the entrance of the training yard. Long crimson hair, sharp golden eyes, and a gaze that screamed noble pride. She wore the academy''s high-class uniform, her posture flawless. Alicia von Rosenheim. One of the main heroines of the game. A prodigy swordswoman, heir to the powerful Rosenheim family, and one of the strongest students in the academy. ¡­And someone I really didn''t want to deal with right now. She stared at me with mild curiosity. "You. What are you doing here?" I wiped sweat from my brow and answered casually, "Training. Same as you, I assume?" Her eyes narrowed slightly. "I don''t recall seeing you here before." Ah, right. The real Alden Blackwood had never trained seriously before. He was the disgraced noble who barely scraped into the academy¡ªnot someone expected to put in extra effort. I needed to act in character. I shrugged. "Got tired of being weak. Figured I should do something about it." Alicia raised an eyebrow, then crossed her arms. "At least you understand your own weakness." I forced a polite smile. "Nice of you to notice." Her gaze flickered to the wooden sword in my hand. "Your movements just now¡­ They weren''t basic strikes." Crap. She was too sharp. I had been too absorbed in training and forgot that a prodigy like her could easily recognize advanced techniques. She took a step closer. "Where did you learn that?" I needed an excuse¡ªfast. "I saw some seniors practicing and copied what I could." She frowned slightly but didn''t push further. "Copying others won''t take you far. If you''re serious about improving, you need proper instruction." She then turned and walked toward the training dummies, drawing her sword. I let out a silent breath of relief. That was close. Final Thoughts Today had been another huge success. I found a real sword style. I started adapting to it. I managed to avoid suspicion from a major character¡ªbarely. But this was just the beginning. Now that I had a proper foundation, it was time to push myself even further. Because if I wanted to survive in this world? I needed to get stronger¡ªfast. The path of mastery Two more days passed in relentless training. My muscles ached, my mana felt drained, and my body was still adjusting to the changes from my transmigration. But there was no room for complaints. I had a goal. And that goal was to become strong enough to survive. Weapon Art Proficiency System One of the most important mechanics in the game¡ªand now in real life¡ªwas the Weapon Art Proficiency System. Every combat technique had a proficiency level, determining how well someone could use it. The rankings were as follows: 1. Novice (0-19%) ¨C Barely grasping the basics. Clumsy execution. 2. Adept (20-49%) ¨C Basic understanding. Movements become smoother. 3. Expert (50-79%) ¨C High-level execution. Most professional knights fall here. 4. Master (80-94%) ¨C Refined skill. Movements are instinctive, nearly flawless. 5. Grandmaster (95-100%) ¨C Legendary level. Masters capable of dueling entire armies. Each level was progressively harder to reach. Novice to Adept? A few weeks of training. Adept to Expert? A few months to years. Master and beyond? Only true geniuses or lifelong practitioners ever reached that level. And right now, my Phantom Edge Sword Style was stuck at 20%¡ªAdept Level. Not bad for a beginner, but nowhere near good enough. A proficiency bar hovered in my system window: --- Weapon Art: Phantom Edge Sword Style [2 star]A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Proficiency: 20.7% (Adept) --- The good news? Lower-ranked techniques were easier to master. If I kept up my training, I could likely push this to Expert Level in a few months. But first, I had to keep refining my basics. Day 3: Refining Phantom Edge I stood in the training yard, facing a wooden dummy. The main principle of Phantom Edge was deception¡ªtricking opponents with feints, unpredictable movement, and sudden speed bursts. I took a stance, then moved. Step. Fake left. Pivot. Slash from the right. My movements were still stiff. I could feel it. Again. Step. Fake. Pivot. Slash. Faster this time. Again. Step. Feint. Slash. Retreat. Counter. I repeated the drills hundreds of times, sweat pouring down my face. --- [Proficiency Increased!] Phantom Edge Sword Style: 20.7% ¡ú 23.5% --- I exhaled. Slow progress, but progress nonetheless. Still, training alone had limits. What I needed was actual combat experience. And I knew just how to get it. Day 4: The Combat Dummies On the fourth day, I changed my training strategy. Instead of just repeating movements, I activated one of the academy''s combat dummies¡ªspecial enchanted constructs designed to simulate real fights. The stone figure stood motionless at first. Then¡ª WHIRR! The dummy activated, glowing runes appearing on its chest. Its arms moved, taking a basic combat stance. A mechanical voice spoke: [Training Mode Activated. Difficulty: Low.] [Opponent Level: D-rank.] A D-rank opponent? That was perfect. I gripped my wooden sword and took a stance. The dummy lunged first, swinging its own training sword straight for my side. I sidestepped, my enhanced perception from the Sharingan letting me read the movement in advance. Then, I countered¡ªa swift diagonal slash to its arm. CLANG! A metallic impact. No damage. I frowned. Even though I landed the first hit, my attack was too weak to matter. The dummy retaliated, slashing toward my shoulder. I barely dodged, the blade grazing past me. Damn. I need to focus. I adjusted my stance. This time, I wouldn''t just dodge. I would deceive. When the dummy attacked again, I pretended to dodge left¡ªthen abruptly twisted and attacked from a blind spot. SLASH! The impact left a visible crack on the dummy''s stone body. A grin formed on my face. Now we''re getting somewhere. Status Update By the end of the fourth day, I was physically exhausted. My arms felt like lead, my legs burned, and my mind screamed for rest. But the effort was paying off. --- [Status Window] Name: Alden Blackwood Rank: E- Mana : E Strength: E- Agility: E Intelligence: C Stamina: E- Skills: [Mana Control (Basic) - E+] [Eclipse vision] Traits: [Voidstep] Weapon Arts: [Phantom Edge Sword Style (C)] ¨C Proficiency: 28.1% (Adept) --- Four days of training, and I had already improved. My movements were faster. My dodging was sharper. My Phantom Edge Sword Style proficiency had jumped from 20% to 28%. But I still had a long way to go. Now that I had the basics down, I needed a new approach for the coming week. 1. Combat Sparring: Fighting a dummy was one thing, but real opponents? That was a whole different beast. I needed to find someone to spar with¡ªwithout revealing my real strength. 2. Mana Expansion Training: Even though my mana control improved, my total mana capacity was still weak. If I ever wanted to use my Mangeky¨­ Sharingan without running out of mana in seconds, I had to expand my mana reserves. 3. Find a Weapon: The academy only provided standard-issue training swords. But if I wanted to truly excel, I needed a proper weapon¡ªone that fit my new style. Final Thoughts I sat down in the training yard, staring up at the night sky. Four days ago, I was nothing but a weak extra doomed to die. Now? I wasn''t strong yet, but I was no longer the same powerless Alden Blackwood. One step at a time. And soon enough? I''d make sure no one could look down on me ever again. Journey to power After four days of relentless training, I had made decent progress. My swordsmanship had improved, my body was adjusting to its new strength, and my mana control was getting better. But it wasn''t enough. I needed more. And I knew exactly where to find it. A hidden cheat¡ªburied in the mountains, far from the academy. In the game, only a handful of players ever discovered it. And now that I had a chance to grab it in real life? I wasn''t going to waste this opportunity. Leaving the Academy Slipping out of the academy wasn''t difficult. The students had free time during weekends, and as long as I didn''t do anything suspicious, no one would stop me. I packed light¡ªjust some clothes, money, and a few basic supplies. Then, I headed straight to the subway station. --- The moment I stepped inside, I was hit by the sight of a new world. The academy was isolated, designed for students to focus on training. But here? The city was alive. People from different races¡ªelves, dwarves, beastkin, and even a few demi-humans¡ªwalked along the busy streets. Floating mana lamps illuminated the roads. Magic-powered trains hummed as they arrived at the platform. Merchants shouted about their enchanted wares. It was a far cry from the hospital bed I had spent most of my life in.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. I took a deep breath. This was the world I had been reborn into. Taking the Subway The subway was one of the few modern remnants in this world, powered by magic rather than electricity. It worked just like in the game¡ªan efficient way to travel between major cities. I boarded the train and found a seat near the window. As the train began to move, I watched the academy city disappear in the distance, replaced by vast forests, rolling hills, and distant mountains. The ride would take about an hour. I leaned back, closing my eyes. Once I reached the city, I had two priorities: 1. Get a proper weapon. Training with a wooden sword was fine for basics, but I needed a real blade. 2. Stock up on supplies. The mountains weren''t exactly a safe place to visit unprepared. And then, I would find the hidden cheat. Arrival at Blackridge City The train stopped at Blackridge City, a bustling trade hub known for its blacksmiths and adventurer markets. The moment I stepped off, I could smell the faint scent of burning metal. The clang of hammers rang in the air as blacksmiths worked in their forges. This was the perfect place to get weapons. I made my way to the market district, scanning the different shops. Eventually, I found a small weapon store tucked between two larger buildings. Unlike the flashy weapon shops with enchanted blades on display, this one was simple¡ªmeant for practicality rather than prestige. Perfect. Buying My First Weapons An old dwarf stood behind the counter, his white beard neatly tied back. He gave me a glance before speaking. "You here to buy or just wasting my time?" I smirked. "Buying." His eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded and gestured to the weapons behind him. I browsed the selection, testing the balance of each blade before finally settling on two weapons: 1. A steel longsword ¨C Simple, well-crafted, and durable. Not fancy, but reliable. 2. A sharp dagger ¨C Lightweight and easy to conceal. A perfect backup weapon. I placed both weapons on the counter. "How much?" The dwarf scratched his beard before naming the price. It was fair¡ªnot cheap, but not a rip-off either. I handed over the money, and he wrapped the weapons in cloth before passing them to me. "Take care of those," he grunted. "A weapon''s only as good as the one wielding it." I nodded. "I''ll keep that in mind." Stocking Up on Potions With my weapons secured, I moved on to the next priority¡ªpotions. If I was going into the mountains, I needed supplies. I stopped by an alchemist''s shop and picked up: Mana recovery potions (x3) ¨C To replenish my mana in case of emergencies. Healing potions (x2) ¨C Just in case I got injured. Potions weren''t cheap, but they were necessary. I paid the alchemist and left the shop, my bag now heavier with supplies. Abandoning voidstep Training (For Now) Originally, I had planned to train my Kamui ability before going on this journey. But after testing my Eclipse vision a few days ago, I realized something Both voidwalk and Eclipse vision mana drain was insane. (Voidstep is more costly more than 10 times the Eclipse vision) At my current level, I could barely use it once or twice before running out of mana. And if I ran out of mana in the middle of the mountains? I was as good as dead. So, for now¡­ voidstep training would have to wait. Instead, I would focus on: Improving my swordsmanship Expanding my mana reserves Finding the hidden cheat Everything was set. Now, all that was left¡­ was to head toward the mountains. I took a deep breath, adjusting my bag. Time to see if this hidden cheat was really worth it. The hunt for power The morning sun barely peeked over the horizon as I stood at the base of Blackridge Mountains. It was vast, stretching for miles, covered in thick forests and jagged cliffs. A place where low-level monsters roamed freely¡ªgoblins, dire wolves, mountain boars¡ªnothing too dangerous, but still a threat if underestimated. My goal? Find the hidden cave that held one of the best early-game cheats. --- Navigating the Mountain In the game, this place was a nightmare to explore. There were no clear roads, just wild terrain filled with uneven ground, thick vegetation, and deadly ambush spots. The only clue the game ever gave about the cave''s location was a cryptic message from an old NPC: "The heart of the mountain beats where water runs cold and shadows linger." Which, after hours of searching back then, turned out to be a hidden cave behind a waterfall. And now, I had to find it in real life. I adjusted my bag and started moving. --- Not even an hour into my hike, I ran into my first group of monsters¡ªa pack of goblins. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. There were four of them, armed with crude daggers and rusted swords. Weak individually, but dangerous in numbers. One of them spotted me and screeched. "[INTRUDER!]" The others turned, baring their jagged teeth. I tightened my grip on my sword. Fine. Let''s see how my training pays off. --- The first goblin lunged, swinging its rusted blade. I sidestepped with ease. My Eclipse vision let me read its movements like an open book. With a clean motion¡ªslash!¡ªI severed its arm. It howled in pain before I drove my dagger into its neck. One down. The second and third goblins charged together. I ducked under their wild swings and countered, slicing across one''s chest before spinning around and stabbing the other in the gut. Two down. Three down. The last goblin hesitated. Its beady eyes darted between its fallen allies and me. It turned to run. I wasn''t about to let it. Focusing mana into my legs, I burst forward, closing the distance instantly. Before it could even scream, my blade pierced its back. Four down. --- [Battle Results] Enemies Defeated: 4 Goblins Phantom Edge Sword Style Proficiency: +0.4% --- I exhaled. The fight was easier than expected, but still a good warm-up. I searched the bodies, but as expected, goblins had nothing of value. Moving on. The mountain was huge. I spent the next few hours pushing through dense forests, climbing rocky hills, and fighting off the occasional monster. A Dire Wolf tried to ambush me¡ªI countered with a well-timed slash, cutting its throat. A group of Mountain Boars charged at me¡ªI used quick footwork to dodge and struck at their weak points. Each fight refined my skills. But the real challenge? Finding the damn cave. Even with my memory from the game, this world was different. The terrain wasn''t exactly the same, and what should''ve been a clear path in the game was now overgrown with trees and rocks. By midday, I was getting frustrated. "A cave behind a waterfall, huh? Where the hell is it?" I took a deep breath, calming myself. Think. I needed high ground to get a better view. Spotting a tall tree nearby, I sheathed my weapons and climbed up. From the top, I scanned the landscape. Mountains. Forests. Rivers. And then¡ªI saw it. A waterfall, tucked between two cliffs. Hidden from plain sight. That had to be it. -- I climbed down and made my way toward the waterfall. It wasn''t easy. The terrain was steep, and I had to take out another group of goblins along the way. By the time I arrived, the sun was already setting. The roar of rushing water filled my ears. Mist hung in the air, making the area feel cold and eerie. Now¡­ where was the entrance? I stepped closer, examining the rock face behind the waterfall. Nothing visible. But in the game, the cave''s entrance wasn''t obvious. You had to¡­ Step through the waterfall itself. I sighed. Here goes nothing. Taking a deep breath, I pushed through the rushing water. For a moment, everything was cold and deafening. Then¡ªI emerged into darkness. A cave. And deep inside, something glowed faintly. I had found it. The gauntlet of red katana I pressed further into the dark heart of the cave, the ambient blue-green glow of bioluminescent moss barely lighting my path. My footsteps echoed off the cold, damp stone, and every instinct screamed that something was terribly wrong. I had come here in search of a hidden cheat¡ªan artifact whispered about in the game¡ªbut what I found instead was a presence that made my blood run cold. Almost immediately, the ground began to tremble beneath me. A guttural, low growl reverberated off the cavern walls, and I spun around, sword clutched tightly in hand. Out of the oppressive darkness emerged a hulking shape. Its eyes glowed with a fierce, unnatural light as it stepped forward¡ªrevealing itself to be a colossal, beastly creature. Unlike the low-level threats I''d encountered on the mountain trails, this monster exuded raw, primal power¡ªa true C-rank adversary. It was a monstrous, bear-like abomination with matted, dark fur, but what set it apart were the jagged, serrated claws that looked like they were forged from stone and the deep, pulsating wounds along its body. Its massive frame, bristling with muscle, was a stark reminder that this was no ordinary mountain creature. "So much for a quiet treasure hunt," I muttered, the adrenaline surging through my veins. Without warning, the creature charged. Its massive bulk thundered across the uneven floor, each step causing the cave to shudder as if the very earth were protesting its passage. I barely had time to react. With a swift sidestep, I evaded a swipe that would have easily pulverized me, the creature''s claw slashing through the air where I''d just stood. I darted forward, slashing at its flank with my sword, but the blade barely made a dent in its thick hide. The beast roared in anger and retaliated with a furious barrage of claws and teeth. I blocked and dodged, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure it would give me away. Realizing that brute force alone wouldn''t cut it, I activated my Eclipse vision. The world slowed around me as my vision sharpened to an almost preternatural clarity. Every muscle twitch, every subtle shift in the creature''s form, was laid out before me. I calculated its attack pattern in mere fractions of a second. The monster lunged again¡ªa savage swipe aimed at my midsection. I ducked low, feeling the rush of displaced air as the attack passed overhead, and countered with a rapid combination of strikes aimed at its vulnerable joints. Still, the creature''s resilience was astonishing. Every cut and thrust seemed to be absorbed by its dense, scarred flesh. "Time to up the ante," I thought grimly. I gritted my teeth and prepared to unleash a technique I had long avoided¡ªthe dreaded voidstep. My mana reserves were precariously low, and the cost was immense, but there was no other choice. I needed to create an opening, a moment of weakness to exploit. Channeling every ounce of mana into my left hand, I activated voidstep. In an instant, a shimmering distortion enveloped my hand as I phased part of it into a separate dimension. The effect was staggering¡ªa brief moment when I was untouchable. As the beast''s claw slashed toward where my hand had been, it passed harmlessly through my spatial projection. In that fleeting second, I surged forward and slashed at the creature''s leg. The impact was vicious. I felt every shockwave as my blade met resistance, and the creature bellowed in pain, its focus momentarily disrupted. However, the drain from Kamui was severe. My vision flickered, and for a moment, I nearly lost control of my limbs as my mana reserves sputtered dangerously low. But there was no time to recover¡ªthis fight demanded everything I had. The beast roared and staggered, its momentum faltering as I pressed my advantage. I pivoted, retreating into the shadows to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. My mind raced: I needed to utilize every trick in my arsenal. I could rely on my physical training, but my true edge lay in my ability to blend speed, deception, and raw power.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. I activated my Eclipse vision fully now, and with a surge of mana, I invoked a powerful illusion. My eyes flared with an eerie crimson light as I wove an illusion around the creature, projecting images of multiple, phantom versions of myself. The beast paused, confusion flickering in its eyes as it struggled to determine which target was real. Seizing that split-second of hesitation, I dashed forward. With lightning speed, I delivered a series of precise, brutal strikes aimed at the creature''s scarred leg¡ªthe very weakness I had identified. Each blow drove deeper into the wound until the hide was rent open, and thick, dark blood oozed out. The creature howled, its balance breaking as it faltered under the relentless assault. But it wasn''t over. As the beast staggered, it lashed out wildly. I barely managed to parry a crushing blow to my left shoulder that sent shockwaves of pain through my body. The fight had become a desperate dance between life and death. I needed one final move¡ªa finishing strike that would end this nightmare. Drawing on every reserve of mana and strength, I surged forward once more. I switched tactics: this time, I would combine voidstep with my swordplay in one decisive blow. As the monster reared back to strike again, I initiated Kamui again, this time phasing my entire body for a brief, heart-stopping moment. I felt the excruciating drain as my physical form wavered between existence and oblivion. In that split second, I reappeared directly behind the creature. With all the remaining strength I could muster, I slashed downward with my sword, aiming for the base of its skull. The blade, now humming with the combined force of my training and the power of voidstep, bit into the creature''s thick skull. A roar of agony filled the cave as the beast convulsed violently. For a moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl. The creature''s massive form shuddered, and I could feel the full force of the impact reverberate through my arms. Then, with a final, shuddering groan, the beast collapsed in a heap of broken flesh and splintered bone. I stood there, chest heaving, eyes still blazing with the residual fury of battle. My limbs trembled with exhaustion, and I could feel my mana reserves dangerously close to depletion. The combined strain of the genjutsu, Kamui, and relentless swordplay was more than my body could handle. Slowly, the edges of my vision began to blur. I staggered back a few steps, leaning against the cold, damp wall of the cave. My breathing was ragged, each inhale a battle against the overwhelming fatigue that threatened to drag me under. The adrenaline was fading fast, leaving me in a state of complete and utter collapse. Before I could even steady myself, darkness crept in at the corners of my vision, and my knees buckled. I crumpled to the ground, consciousness slipping away with each labored breath. When I finally regained awareness¡ªhours later¡ªI found myself lying on the cold cave floor, shivering not just from the chill but from the sheer exhaustion that had overtaken me. My body ached in every muscle, every nerve screamed in protest, and I was painfully aware of the deep cuts and bruises that covered me. Struggling to sit up, I scanned the area. In the center of the cavern, illuminated by the faint glow of bioluminescent moss, lay a pedestal. And on it rested a weapon that shone with an inner light¡ªa brilliantly crafted red katana. Its blade pulsed with a strange, almost hypnotic energy that beckoned me forward. My heart pounded as I forced myself to stand, every step a monumental effort. I approached the pedestal slowly, almost reverently, as if the katana were a sacred relic. The air around it seemed to vibrate with power, and I could sense that this was no ordinary weapon. The inscription on the pedestal was worn and cryptic, but I managed to make out a few words: "For the one who endures, the reward of burning resolve shall be granted." I reached out with trembling fingers, the scars of the battle still raw beneath my skin, and grasped the hilt of the katana. The moment my hand closed around it, a surge of warmth flooded through me, chasing away the cold numbness that had nearly claimed me. I could feel its power pulsing in sync with my own heartbeat¡ªa promise of potential and a reminder that every sacrifice was not in vain. Clutching the red katana, I sank to my knees once more. The battle had nearly cost me everything, and as the adrenaline faded, I felt the full weight of my exhaustion. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to faint, letting the darkness claim me in a well-deserved respite. --- When I awoke again, I was far from the battlefield. The cave was silent now, the only sound my own labored breathing. Slowly, I lifted the katana and examined it in the weak light. Its deep red blade gleamed with an otherworldly radiance¡ªa stark contrast to the grim darkness of the cave. Though battered and bruised, I knew that this weapon was a turning point. The red katana wasn''t just a reward; it was a symbol of my survival and my promise to grow even stronger. With this blade at my side, I would no longer be an extra doomed to fade into obscurity. I would forge my own destiny¡ªeven if it meant enduring battles that pushed me to the very edge of death. As I wrapped a bandage around my wounded shoulder, I allowed a small smile to form on my lips. The path ahead was fraught with danger, and the monster in this cave had been only the first of many challenges. Yet, with the red katana in my grip and the lessons of this brutal fight seared into my memory, I was ready to face whatever came next. For now, I would rest, recover, and plan my next move in this unforgiving world¡ªa world where only the strongest survived, and only those who dared to push beyond their limits could ever hope to claim true power. The ghost of blade I awoke to the eerie silence of the cave, the weight of the red katana still comforting in my grasp. My body throbbed with exhaustion, and every inch of me reminded me of the brutal battle I''d just survived. As I sat up against the cold stone wall, I couldn''t help but run my fingers along the hilt of the katana. Its deep red sheen pulsed softly, as if it contained a living heartbeat. I''d been told¡ªor rather, the legends whispered¡ªthat weapons like these weren''t simply forged; they were born of passion, sacrifice, and the echoes of a master long past. Still dazed, I focused my Eclipse vision on the blade. Suddenly, the cave''s dim light shifted, and before my eyes, an image began to form¡ªa translucent figure, as if woven from the very shadows of the cavern. At first, I thought it was a trick of the light, a remnant of my fading consciousness. But the figure grew clearer, taking on the unmistakable form of a katana master clad in ancient, flowing garments. I blinked hard. "Who¡ªwho are you?" I murmured, my voice a hoarse whisper amid the dripping echoes of the cave. The apparition raised a hand in a graceful salute, and his eyes, glinting with a cool, unwavering resolve, met mine. In that moment, I realized I was witnessing the true master of the red katana¡ªthe legendary swordmaster whose name had been spoken of in hushed tones throughout the game''s lore. --- The ghostly figure began to move, and I was transfixed. He drew his katana in a fluid motion that belied the weight of his weapon. With each step, his movements seemed effortless, as though he were one with the blade itself. The high-level weapon art he performed was unlike anything I''d ever seen¡ªan intricate dance of slashes, parries, and feints that painted elegant arcs in the air. As he executed a series of moves, my Sharingan flared briefly, and I caught sight of what appeared to be an advanced, almost divine technique: a blinding, swirling motion of the blade that left afterimages in its wake¡ªa technique that the legends called "Crimson moon Strike." I felt an irresistible pull to learn. channeling every ounce of focus into memorizing the technique. I tried to mimic his movements with my own weapon, even as the ghost''s figure continued its mesmerizing routine. Every swing, every pivot, was a lesson in perfect timing and precision. For what felt like an eternity, I repeated his actions, my eyes locked on his phantom form. In that intense moment, my mind began to assimilate the high-level weapon art, as if the very essence of the master was being transferred into my soul. A translucent bar appeared in my vision¡ªan upgrade notification from my system. ---Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. [New Weapon Art Acquired!] Crimson moon Strike (Advanced Weapon Art - Katana)[5 star] Proficiency: 1.2% (Beginner Level). [firstform] [Other forms] (locked) --- I couldn''t help but chuckle, a mix of disbelief and exhilaration bubbling inside me. "Not bad for an extra who''s almost been killed," I muttered to myself. But, dear reader, let me tell you: mastering a technique like this isn''t as simple as just watching an illusion. This was a high-level art that even the game''s protagonist would eventually have to struggle to learn. And here I was, the discarded extra, managing to copy a fragment of the legendary master''s style. - As the spectral figure faded slowly into the blue-green glow of the cave, I allowed myself a moment to reflect on what I had just witnessed. The red katana in my hand wasn''t merely a reward for defeating a monstrous beast¡ªit was a relic of immense historical importance in the game. According to the legends I had pieced together from countless hours of gameplay and obscure lore, the red katana once belonged to Kurenai Shiro, the revered Swordmaster of the Crimson Dawn. Kurenai Shiro was not only renowned for his peerless skill in wielding the blade but also for his role in uniting disparate factions during the Great Mana Wars. His legacy was woven into the fabric of the game''s world¡ªa symbol of hope and unyielding determination. Many heroes spoke of him in awe, and his weapon was said to carry the blood and spirit of its master, granting its wielder a fraction of his unmatched prowess. In the grand narrative of the game, the hero eventually acquired an even more illustrious weapon¡ªa blade forged in the fires of celestial combat, rumored to be imbued with the power of the stars. But, as I''d come to learn, every great hero''s journey begins with small, significant steps. My acquisition of the red katana marked one such step¡ªa stepping stone that would pave my way toward that ultimate, god-tier weapon someday. I addressed you now directly, dear reader: if you''re following my misadventures, know that every --- A Moment of Clarity I spent a few moments alone in the cave, the silence punctuated only by the faint drip of water from the stalactites above. I held the red katana, marveling at its design. Its blade was etched with intricate runes that pulsed with a deep crimson light, a testament to its storied past. I ran my hand along the edge, feeling the cold steel and almost sensing the spirit of Kurenai Shiro himself. Thehero of the game, destined for greatness, would eventually obtain weapons of mythic renown. His journey was a tapestry of strife and triumph, woven together with the threads of fate and sheer willpower. And while he would be handed his destiny on a silver platter, I had to fight tooth and nail to carve mine out for myself. Every stolen technique, every new skill copied, was a testament to my resolve. --- With newfound determination, I decided to test out the Crimson Phantom Strike in earnest. I found an open space near the cave''s entrance, where the natural light filtered in and illuminated the rugged terrain outside. I took a deep breath, raised my red katana, and assumed the stance taught to me by the ghostly master. I began slowly, first imitating the fluid motion of the illusion¡ªa graceful arc of the blade accompanied by a subtle shift in my body''s posture. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations: the weight of the sword in my hand, the faint vibration of mana running along its length, the sound of my own heartbeat synchronizing with each measured swing. Then, I unleashed the Crimson Phantom Strike. In one seamless motion, I spun forward, the katana''s blade slicing through the air in a dazzling display of speed and precision. The technique was a blend of feints, quick direction changes, and powerful, calculated strikes¡ªa dance of death that seemed almost too beautiful to be real. For that brief moment, I felt as if I were channeling Kurenai Shiro himself, his legacy echoing in the reverberations of every swing. I repeated the maneuver, pushing myself to infuse even more of my will and mana into each movement. Each attempt honed the skill further, and my system notified me of incremental progress. --- [Weapon Art Proficiency Update!] Crimson moon Strike:( first form) Proficiency increased from 1.2% to 2.3% --- I grinned at the display, feeling the sweet rush of progress. "Not bad for an extra who''s been fighting for his life," I murmured, the sarcasm evident even in the quiet of the mountainside. I looked directly at you, dear reader, as if sharing a secret: "Every fraction of progress counts. When you''re clawing your way up from the bottom, a 1% improvement isn''t just a number¡ªit''s a beacon of hope." A blades whisper The cave was silent, save for the steady rhythm of my own breathing. I sheathed the red katana, the weight of my recent battle still fresh in my mind. The ache in my muscles was a stark reminder that I had nearly died back there, but the reward in my hands¡ªthis crimson blade¡ªwas proof that the risk had been worth it. I took a deep breath, my eyes scanning the cave for anything else I might have missed. And that''s when I saw it. A faint glow shimmered near the remains of the C-rank beast I had just defeated. A small pedestal, which had previously been hidden behind the rubble, revealed itself as if answering my silent call. Atop it sat a delicate vial filled with a liquid so clear it looked like crystallized moonlight. I stepped closer, my heartbeat quickening. "Could it be...?" In the game, there were rare potions hidden throughout the world¡ªrelics of forgotten alchemists who had once tried to harness the power of mana itself. If my memory was correct, this was a Purification Potion¡ªone of the few treasures capable of refining the body, cleansing impurities, and expanding mana vessels. I picked up the vial carefully, rolling it between my fingers. A system notification immediately popped up. --- [You have obtained "Purification Potion."] - Grade: High-Tier - Effect: Removes bodily impurities, expands mana vessels, and strengthens internal mana flow. --- I couldn''t help but grin. "This¡­ This is better than I expected!" This potion was a game-changer. In the game, it had been nearly impossible to find, locked behind grueling side quests that most players never bothered to complete. The protagonist himself never got his hands on one, meaning I was now in possession of something even the so-called hero had never obtained. "Well, protagonist, looks like I beat you to the punch on this one." I popped open the vial without hesitation and drank the entire contents in one gulp.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. The moment the liquid hit my tongue, a burning sensation spread through my body. I dropped to my knees, my hands digging into the rocky ground as waves of pain coursed through me. "Shit! I should''ve known this wouldn''t be pleasant!" It felt as though every cell in my body was being scrubbed clean from the inside out. My mana vessels trembled, expanding as the impurities were forcefully expelled from my pores. My breath came in ragged gasps as the transformation took hold. I clenched my fists, enduring the agony as my body adapted. --- [Status Updated!] Mana Vessels Expanded: +20% Mana Circulation Efficiency: +30% Overall Physical Fortitude: Increased --- When the pain finally subsided, I gasped for air, wiping the sweat from my brow. My body felt¡­ lighter. More refined. My mana flowed more smoothly than before, as if an invisible weight had been lifted from my core. "Damn¡­ This is incredible." I flexed my fingers, marveling at how effortless it felt to control my mana now. Before, channeling energy into my Eclipse vision and voidstep had felt sluggish, like trying to force water through clogged pipes. But now? Now it was as if those pipes had been widened, allowing the energy to surge forth unhindered. I took a deep breath, relishing in the newfound strength coursing through me. This was a true upgrade. --- Just as I was about to stand up find katana, a sudden voice echoed in my mind. "Took you long enough to notice me, boy." I froze. Slowly, I turned my gaze toward the red katana resting against the cave wall. "...Did you just talk?" There was a moment of silence before the voice returned, laced with amusement. "What else did you expect from a blade forged in the fires of war and tempered by the will of a master?" I narrowed my eyes. "Alright, talking sword. What''s your deal?" The katana let out what I could only describe as a chuckle. "You can call me ''Kurenai.'' Since you''ve proven yourself worthy, I suppose I can grant you the honor of wielding me." I picked up the blade, gripping it tightly. "You mean I passed your test?" "More or less," the sword mused. "The fact that you''re still alive proves you''re not completely incompetent. But don''t get ahead of yourself, boy. You''ve only scratched the surface of my power." "Oh? And what exactly is that power?" The katana hummed, a faint red aura flickering along its edge. "I was once wielded by Kurenai Shiro, a swordsman whose name shook nations. My art¡ªthe Crimson moon Strike¡ªis a technique few have ever mastered. You, however, have barely begun. My true strength is locked behind the forms you have yet to unlock." My grip tightened. "Forms?" "Yes. There are five forms in total. Each one builds upon the last, increasing in complexity and power. Only by mastering the first form will you unlock the second, and so on." I exhaled, my mind already racing with possibilities. So it was like a tiered skill system¡­ A weapon art that grew stronger over time. --- Weapon Art Ranking System - 1-Star: Beginner Arts (Basic techniques, easy to learn.) - 2-Star: Intermediate Arts (Requires skill and mana control.) - 3-Star: Advanced Arts (Difficult to master, rare in the world.) - 4-Star: Master-Level Arts (Known only to a select few.) - 5-Star: Legendary Arts (Unique to history''s greatest warriors.) --- The Crimson moon Strike was a 5-Star weapon art. That meant each form would take a ridiculous amount of effort to master. No wonder the game''s protagonist struggled with it. "Alright, Kurenai," I muttered, sheathing the blade. "Looks like we''re stuck together. Might as well make the most of it." The sword let out a satisfied hum. "Try not to disappoint me, boy." --- Status Window Update [Name:] Alden Blackwood [Race:] Human [Rank:] E- (Mana Vessels Expanded) [Class]- (unawakened) [Basic Stats:] Strength: E- Agility: E+ Intelligence: C Mana: E+ Stamina: E- [Weapon Arts:] Crimson moon Strike (5-Star | Katana) ¡ú Proficiency: 2.3% --- I let out a long breath as I exited the cave, the crisp mountain air washing over me. I had come here seeking a hidden cheat, and I had found more than I ever expected. A legendary weapon. A voice in my head. A skill so powerful it could change my fate. I smirked. "Looks like things are finally starting to get interesting." With renewed determination, I set my sights on the road ahead. My journey had only just begun. A Day of Rest and Small Indulgences Descending the mountain felt like stepping back into reality. After days of grueling training, a near-death battle, and acquiring an overpowered weapon, the mundane sight of civilization was almost jarring. The moment I reached the base, I hailed a taxi, sinking into the backseat with a relieved sigh. My muscles were sore, but not unbearably so, thanks to the Purification Potion cleansing my body of impurities. Still, the exhaustion of constantly pushing my limits weighed on me. I needed a break. "Where to?" the driver asked, glancing at me through the mirror. I hesitated for a moment before deciding. "The city center. A decent hotel, preferably." The driver nodded, and we set off. --- A New Look for a New Self As the taxi weaved through the city streets, I caught glimpses of my reflection in the window. My physique had changed. Thanks to my increased stats, my body had undergone slight but noticeable improvements. My previously lean frame had filled out with more defined muscle, giving me a balanced, athletic build. My face had subtly sharpened, making me look more refined, almost noble-like.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. Most importantly, my eyes were different. Even when my Eclipse vision was inactive, they held an unnatural depth. A subtle red tint shimmered whenever light hit them at certain angles. I needed a solution. When we arrived at the shopping district, I got out and made my first purchase¡ªa pair of sunglasses. Sliding them on, I checked my reflection in a nearby storefront. "Better. Now I don''t look like a possessed demon." --- I booked a hotel suite, splurging on a high-rise room with a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The sheer comfort of the plush bed was enough to make me groan in relief. Dropping my bags, I collapsed onto the mattress. "Finally¡­ a real bed." I lay there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling. It felt surreal to just¡­ relax. No training, no battles, no urgent need to survive. Just a normal day in the city. Then, an amused voice echoed in my mind. "Getting too comfortable already?" I groaned, rolling onto my side. "Kurenai, do you ever shut up?" "As your partner, it''s my duty to remind you that laziness leads to weakness." "Let me enjoy one damn day." "Tch. Fine. Just don''t get too soft." I glanced at my wrist, where my katana had transformed into a simple black bracelet. A useful feature¡ªallowing me to carry my weapon discreetly. Kurenai chuckled. "Surprised? You think a legendary sword would make its wielder lug it around all day?" I smirked. "Convenient. If only you had an off-switch." --- With my gear sorted, I decided to spend the day like a normal person. First stop: A movie theater. I grabbed some popcorn and watched a blockbuster fantasy film. Seeing over-the-top sword fights was oddly amusing now that I had actual combat experience. Next stop: Shopping. I updated my wardrobe, buying comfortable clothes and a few formal outfits¡ªjust in case. I also got some gloves to help conceal my calloused hands from constant training. Last stop: A gaming caf¨¦. Despite my new reality, my old habits lingered. I logged into an online game on my phone, enjoying the mindless fun of PvP battles. As I relaxed, I thought about my past self¡ªstuck in a hospital bed, playing games to escape. Now, I was in a world that once existed only as pixels. "Crazy how life works." --- By the time night fell, I returned to my hotel, feeling more refreshed than I had in weeks. Kurenai''s voice hummed in my mind. "So, what''s next?" I stared out at the city lights. "Training. Planning. And then... power." For the first time in a long while, I felt ready. The academys grand beginning Standing before the full-length mirror in my hotel room, I took a long look at myself. The black and gold-trimmed uniform of Velmoria Academy fit me surprisingly well. The high-collared jacket and sleek pants gave a regal look, though I felt a little suffocated in the formal attire. But what really caught my eye was my hair. It had grown longer over the past few days¡ªthicker, slightly wavy, and reaching down to my shoulders. I grabbed a hair tie and quickly pulled it back into a low ponytail, leaving a few strands loose in the front. "Not bad. Looks a bit mysterious¡­ or maybe like a wannabe swordsman from an anime." "You certainly look less like a lost street rat now." I sighed. "Good morning to you too, Kurenai." "Morning? l been awake for an hour." Ignoring my sarcastic sword, I glanced at my status window before heading out. --- Status Window [Name:] Alden BlackwoodThis content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. [Race:] Human [Rank:] E- (Mana Vessels Expanded) [Basic Stats:] Strength: E Agility: E+ Intelligence: C Mana: E+ Stamina: E [Weapon Arts:] Crimson moon Strike (5-Star | Katana) ¡ú Proficiency: 5.7% Phantom edge sword(2 star) Proficiency:30.6% --- I had grown stronger, but in the grand scheme of things, I was still at the bottom. Velmoria Academy housed geniuses, prodigies, and monsters. I had no intention of standing out, but I refused to remain weak. With that thought, I left for the Entrance Ceremony. --- The academy''s Grand Hall was a sight to behold. Towering marble columns, enchanted crystal chandeliers, and thousands of students gathered in neatly arranged rows. The air buzzed with excitement and whispered conversations. At the center of the stage stood a man draped in deep violet robes, his mere presence commanding respect. Headmaster Aldric Valtorin. I felt a shiver crawl up my spine. In the game, he wasn''t just a headmaster¡ªhe was a living legend. Rank: SS. One of the strongest humans alive. A former war hero who once single-handedly fought off a Demon duke. And right now, I was breathing the same air as him. "Try not to look so nervous," Kurenai muttered in my mind. "You''re acting like a fanboy." "Hey, you would too if you knew what this guy was capable of." As if sensing the attention, Headmaster Valtorin raised a single hand, and the entire hall fell into absolute silence. Then, his voice echoed¡ªcalm yet powerful. --- Headmaster Valtorin''s Speech "Welcome to Velmoria Academy." His gaze swept over the crowd, sending a chill through the first-years. "You stand here today because you have been chosen. Chosen to represent your families, your nations, and your races. But make no mistake¡ªyour past achievements mean nothing within these walls." A slight smirk touched his lips. "Here, you will be broken, tested, and rebuilt. Only the strong will thrive. The weak... will be discarded." Murmurs spread through the crowd, but no one dared to object. I, however, internally groaned. "Damn, this guy really knows how to welcome students with positivity." "Well, he''s not wrong," Kurenai chuckled. "Survival of the fittest, and all that." The speech continued, outlining the academy''s rules, expectations, and the looming threats of demons. Finally, as if granting mercy, the Headmaster raised a hand. "Now, retrieve your Academy Smartwatches. This will serve as your identification, class schedule, and personal ranking tracker. Welcome... to Velmoria Academy." With that, the ceremony ended. As students rushed to retrieve their smartwatches, I sighed. "And so it begins." VR island hunt The moment the Entrance Ceremony ended, a sharp voice rang through the hall. "All first-year students, proceed to the Virtual Training Hall. The entrance exam will begin shortly." A murmur of excitement and unease spread through the crowd. An exam? Already? I expected this. In the game, this was the first real test¡ªa virtual hunting event where students were ranked based on their survival and combat performance. The rankings would determine our class placement, ranging from D-Class (lowest) to S-Class (highest). My goal? Avoid standing out while securing a spot in S-Class. I wasn''t aiming to be first place¡ªthat would disrupt the storyline. But a spot in the top 40? That would grant access to the best training facilities. I exhaled. "Alright. Time to game the system." --- The Virtual Training Hall The Virtual Training Hall was massive¡ªrows of capsule-like pods lined the walls, each glowing faintly with blue energy. A professor stood at the front, his sharp gaze scanning the room. "The entrance test is simple," he explained. "You will be transported to a virtual island filled with monsters. Your objective is to hunt and survive under the time limit. Every action you take will be analyzed and scored."If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. The professor continued. "Defeating monsters, strategizing, and even evading combat will affect your final rank. The top 40 students will be placed in S-Class." A screen behind him displayed the class system: S-Class (Top 40 students) A-Class (Top 100 students) B-Class (Above average performers) C-Class (Standard level students) D-Class (Bottom 20%) ¨C Potential expulsion risk Some students visibly paled at the last part. Being in D-Class meant you were at risk of being kicked out. I exhaled, stepping forward as my name was called. Sliding into the capsule, I felt a cool sensation as the lid closed. Then, a voice echoed in my mind. "Initializing virtual dive¡­ 3¡­ 2¡­ 1¡­" Darkness consumed me. --- The Virtual Island The next moment, I found myself standing on a dense jungle-covered island, the scent of damp earth and salty sea air filling my lungs. I instinctively checked my status window, but a notification appeared. > SYSTEM NOTICE: Status Tracking Disabled. Only Basic Skills & Physical Stats Apply. As expected. This wasn''t just a simple game world¡ªit was meant to test our real-world combat potential. No overpowered abilities to rely on, just my skills and instincts. I glanced at the horizon. "Alright, let''s do this." --- The island was filled with low- to mid-level monsters¡ªwolves, goblins, boars, and a few stronger creatures like Lizardmen and Ironfang Tigers. Some students immediately charged in, eager to rack up points. Others hesitated, forming small groups for safety. I took a different approach. Instead of rushing in, I observed. Using the heightened perception from my Eclipse vision (though it was nerfed in this simulation,I was also wearing glasses), I tracked a group of students fighting a pack of jungle wolves. As expected, the strong ones dominated, while the weak barely survived. "If I fight too much, I''ll stand out. But if I avoid fights completely, I''ll rank too low." I needed balance. I gripped my sword¡ªa basic weapon provided in the simulation¡ªand moved stealthily through the jungle. After ten minutes of careful movement, I spotted a lone Lizardman sharpening its crude blade near a riverbank. "Perfect target." I crouched low, creeping forward. The moment I got close, I launched forward with a burst of speed. The Lizardman turned¡ªtoo slow. My blade slashed across its neck, severing its head cleanly. > You have defeated a Lizardman! +500 Points (Note: mc using only 2 star weapon art ) I exhaled. "One down." I quickly hid the body to avoid attracting attention. From there, I continued hunting¡ªtaking down isolated monsters, avoiding unnecessary fights, and ensuring I wasn''t noticed. -- An hour passed, and I had racked up several thousand points, keeping me within the top 40 range. I checked my smartwatch. [( 5000 points ) Time left: 0.31.50] This should be enough for top 40. Tactical combat The virtual island stretched endlessly in all directions, its dense jungle alive with the sounds of distant battles. I had been moving cautiously, taking out scattered monsters while ensuring I didn''t stand out too much. Then, just as I thought things were going smoothly, I felt it¡ªthat unmistakable sensation of being watched. A second later, an arrow whizzed past my cheek, slicing through a strand of my hair. Ambush. I rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding another arrow. The moment my boots hit solid ground, I drew my sword, eyes locking onto the figures emerging from the jungle shadows. Four students. They weren''t monsters, but they sure looked like predators¡ªgrinning as if I were an easy target. "You''re pretty good at sneaking around," one of them, a tall guy with a scar across his nose, said as he twirled a dagger in his fingers. "But the test isn''t about hiding, it''s about hunting." "Hand over your points," another, a bulky axe-wielder, said with a smirk. "Or we''ll take them from you." I sighed internally. Great. Wannabe thugs. My mind raced. There were four of them. An archer, likely the one who fired earlier. A dagger user, fast and agile. An axe-wielder, strong but probably slow.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. A spear-user, balanced in attack and defense. This would be tricky because I had to limit my power. No Sharingan. If I used it, my movement would become too refined, too unnatural. No Five-Star Sword Art. It would draw too much attention. Only Basic Skills. I needed to make this look like a regular student fight. Still, even without those advantages, I was confident. --- The moment the archer nocked another arrow, I moved first. I kicked off the ground, dashing toward him. His eyes widened¡ªtoo slow to react. I knocked the arrow aside with my sword and lunged. Slash¡ª! My blade tore across his forearm, forcing him to drop his bow. He cursed, stumbling backward. Three left. The dagger-wielder lunged, moving fast¡ªhis blade gleamed under the simulated sun. I barely dodged, feeling the wind cut past my cheek. He was fast, but¡­ Not fast enough. I countered¡ªsliding to his blind spot, sweeping my sword horizontally. Clang! He blocked, but the force sent him staggering back. That''s when the axe-user came charging. Damn, he''s fast for his size. He swung down¡ªa brutal overhead strike that could cleave me in half if it landed. I twisted my body, narrowly avoiding the strike. BOOM! The ground cracked where his axe hit. I didn''t have time to counter because the spear-user was already moving in. His spear shot forward like a viper¡ªaiming for my ribs. I parried¡ªredirecting the attack with minimal effort. But the moment I did, the dagger-wielder recovered and attacked again. I blocked. Then sidestepped the axe-wielder''s next strike. Then deflected another spear thrust. Three enemies attacking in unison. I exhaled. "Alright. Let''s wrap this up." --- First, I baited the axe-user into another heavy swing. Then, I sidestepped at the last second¡ªletting his momentum throw him off balance. Before he could recover, I slashed his leg. He roared, falling to one knee. Two left. The dagger-wielder and spear-user hesitated. I smirked. "Still want to continue?" They exchanged glances before the dagger-wielder lunged again. I shifted my stance, using the 2-Star Sword Art. Smooth movements, nothing flashy. Just efficient. A quick step, a precise slash. He barely saw it coming. His dagger went flying, and my sword was at his throat. He gulped. "I¡­ I surrender." One left. The spear-user took a step back, gripping his weapon tightly. Then he turned and ran. > Combat Victory! +1500 Points I exhaled, rolling my shoulders. "That was a decent warm-up." --- As I sheathed my sword, a slow clap came from behind. "Not bad." I turned¡ªand froze. Standing there was a girl with flowing crimson hair, her deep golden eyes filled with curiosity. Alicia von Rosenheim. One of the main heroines. More importantly, one of the strongest sword users in the academy. She tilted her head, analyzing me. "You held back." I felt a chill run down my spine. Did she notice? I forced a chuckle. "I don''t know what you mean." She smiled slightly but didn''t push further. Instead, she stepped forward Dance with scarlet flames Alden Blackwood exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling as he stood in the middle of the dense virtual forest. His smart-watch beeped as he glanced at the glowing display. Time Left: 17 Minutes. "Seventeen minutes¡­ I just have to survive." Easier said than done. He had been dodging fights, conserving stamina, and avoiding unnecessary confrontations while taking down just enough monsters to secure a respectable score. His plan had been to stay just within the top 40 rankings, ensuring he''d get into S-Class without drawing attention. But then, fate¡ªor rather, the game''s ridiculous sense of drama¡ªdecided to throw Alicia von Rosenheim right in front of him. The red-haired, golden-eyed noble stood with her blade drawn, her piercing gaze locked onto him like a hawk sighting its prey. The air around her practically crackled with anticipation. "Why her? Of all people, why her?" Alicia was ranked D+ at this point in the game, while Alden was barely scraping by at E-. The gap was monumental. If she wanted to, she could cut him down in seconds. But she wasn''t attacking just yet. She tilted her head slightly, studying him. "You''ve been avoiding fights." Alden shrugged. "Call it strategy." This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Alicia smirked. "Or cowardice." "Oh, she''s enjoying this." "Well, I prefer to call it ''selective engagement,''" Alden said casually, loosening his stance. "You don''t always have to fight to prove a point, you know." Alicia''s smirk widened. "Then fight me, and prove that point." Before he could argue, she vanished. Alden''s instincts screamed at him, and he barely managed to twist his body to the side as a silver blade sliced through the space where his neck had been. "She''s fast¡ª!" He jumped back, parrying the follow-up strike just in time. The impact rattled his arms. Alicia wasted no time, pressing the attack with relentless speed and precision. Damn it. I just need to hold out. Alden focused on defense, blocking and evading as much as possible. He knew he couldn''t overpower her. If he tried to fight head-on, he''d lose instantly. "Think, think! How do I buy time?" Alicia wasn''t going all out yet¡ªshe was testing him. Her movements were sharp but not overwhelming. She wanted to see how he would react. So he played along. He deflected, sidestepped, and redirected her strikes with the most efficient movements possible. No wasted energy. No unnecessary swings. Survive. Alicia raised an eyebrow. "You''re holding back." "No, I''m trying not to die." But he couldn''t say that. Instead, he smirked. "Or maybe I''m just making you work for it." She laughed softly. "Then let''s work harder." Her mana surged. Alden''s eyes widened as Alicia''s sword blazed with crimson energy. "Oh, come on!" The next strike nearly shattered his guard. He staggered back, his arms numb from the impact. Alicia didn''t slow down. She pushed forward, each attack faster, sharper. Unrelenting. Alden clenched his teeth. He couldn''t use Kamui¡ªnot without draining himself completely. He couldn''t use his 5-Star Sword Art¡ªnot without exposing himself. But he still had his 2-Star Sword Art. Taking a deep breath, Alden adjusted his stance. His movements became fluid, precise. He redirected her blade instead of blocking it head-on. He wasn''t fighting to win. He was fighting to last. Alicia''s eyes narrowed. She noticed the shift immediately. "You''re stalling." "Of course I''m stalling!" But instead of backing off, she increased the pressure. Alden gritted his teeth as he barely dodged her next attack. Ten more minutes. Just ten more. His stamina was draining fast. His arms burned from the repeated impacts. His mind raced for an escape. She wasn''t even using her full strength yet. Then¡ª BEEP! The world around them froze. Alicia''s sword, inches from Alden''s throat, halted mid-strike. The artificial sunlight flickered. The trees and grass wavered like a mirage. Then¡ª Darkness. Alden gasped as he was yanked back into reality. His senses reeled from the abrupt shift, his vision adjusting to the dimly lit academy chamber. The Virtual Reality Capsule hissed as it opened, releasing a cool mist into the air. He blinked rapidly, his body still tense from the fight. It was over. He had survived. Welcome to S-class Alden stepped out of the Virtual Reality Capsule, his body still tingling from the aftereffects of the simulation. His heartbeat was steady now, but his muscles ached from the prolonged fight. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as he took in his surroundings. The grand auditorium was packed with students, each emerging from their respective capsules. Some were grinning, some were pale, and a few looked downright miserable. He had made it. His smartwatch vibrated on his wrist. [Final Results Processing¡­] A moment later, the academy''s emblem flashed on the holographic screen above the stage, drawing everyone''s attention. The Headmaster had arrived. Alden glanced up, his gaze settling on the figure standing at the podium. Headmaster Alistair Von Reingarde. The man''s presence alone silenced the room. He had a towering frame, his silver hair neatly combed back, and piercing blue eyes that radiated authority. Even without seeing his status window, Alden knew¡ªthe man was at SS-Rank .This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. The Headmaster cleared his throat, his deep voice carrying through the auditorium. "Congratulations. Each and every one of you has passed the entrance exam." Murmurs spread through the crowd. Some sighed in relief, others exchanged excited whispers. "But," Alistair continued, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room, "passing does not mean you are strong. It only means you were deemed worthy enough to train here. From this moment onward, your true journey begins." A large screen behind him lit up, displaying the rankings. Alden''s eyes quickly scanned for his name. Rank 37 ¨C Alden Blackwood (S-Class) A sharp exhale left his lips. He did it. He had aimed for top 40¡ªjust enough to secure S-Class benefits, yet not high enough to attract unwanted attention. Around him, voices buzzed with excitement and frustration. "Damn, I barely made it to A-Class¡­" "Wait, look at who''s in the top 10!" "No way, Alicia von Rosenheim ranked 12th?! I thought she''d be top 5!" Alden''s eyes flicked toward Alicia, who stood a few feet away, arms crossed as she studied the rankings with a neutral expression. She seemed unfazed by her placement, but a small smirk played on her lips. Another name caught his attention. Rank 5 ¨C Seraphina Everfrost. Alden''s gaze shifted to a girl with silver hair and piercing ice-blue eyes, standing silently near the edge of the crowd. She barely reacted to the rankings, her expression cool and unreadable. "As expected, she''s already that strong¡­" Headmaster Alistair spoke again, commanding the room''s attention. "Your smartwatch will now receive your dormitory assignments and additional academy information. You are dismissed for the day. Rest well¡ªclass es begins tomorrow." A beep from Alden''s wrist confirmed the message. [New Notification: Dormitory Assignment Received.] As the students slowly dispersed, conversations filled the air. "I heard S-Class has private dorms!" "What kind of training do you think we''ll get?" "I just hope I don''t get paired with someone annoying¡­" Alden glanced at his smartwatch, then sighed. "I survived the exam. Now comes the real challenge." Beginning of S class Alden Blackwood arrived early. Not because he was particularly excited¡ªhe just didn''t want to deal with the chaos of students fighting for seats. This was S-Class, the elite of the elite, so it was bound to be filled with talented, arrogant, and overpowered individuals. The classroom was grand, far more advanced than any regular lecture hall. Massive screens lined the walls, enchanted for combat analysis, and magic runes subtly pulsed with power in the ceiling, reinforcing the structure. This wasn''t just a classroom¡ªit was a battlefield in disguise. Alden adjusted his sunglasses as he took a seat in the third row, center. Why sunglasses? Because they looked cool. And, well, he never knew when he''d need to activate Eclipse vision. Better to keep them on at all times. His katana, Crimson Veil, currently disguised as a sleek black bracelet, vibrated lightly against his wrist. "You''re really committing to the mysterious swordsman look, huh?" the sword teased in his mind. "Of course. Looking cool is half the battle." A chuckle echoed in his head, but before he could retort, the main characters began to arrive. --- First, The Protagonist The air shifted as the first student entered. A young man with dark brown hair and emerald-green eyes strode in with a natural confidence. Leonhardt Valerian. The Protagonist. He was already on the verge of breaking into C-Rank, making him stronger than most of the class. But his true power lay in his absurd growth rate. In just a few months, he''d outshine everyone. Murmurs broke out as people noticed him.Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. "Damn, that''s Leonhardt, right? The Duke''s heir?" "I heard he already took down a C-Rank beast before coming here." "Look at him. Main character energy." Leonhardt ignored the noise and took a seat in the second row. His relaxed but focused aura made it clear¡ªhe was here to get stronger. "Enjoy your slow rise to power, buddy. I''ll be busy in the shadows." --- Second, The Ice Queen The temperature in the room dropped sharply. Alden didn''t need to look to know who had arrived. Seraphina Everfrost. Silver hair, piercing ice-blue eyes, and an aura as cold as death. She glided into the room, completely unbothered by the attention. A noble heiress from the Everfrost Clan, one of the strongest ice mages in the world. "She''s only D-Rank now, but she already froze a lake in her entrance exam." "No surprise. The Everfrost family breeds monsters." She took a window seat, resting her chin on her palm, not sparing a glance at anyone. --- Third, The Fiery Sword Princess Alden barely had time to recover before another dominant presence entered. Alicia von Rosenheim. Her flaming red hair stood out instantly, paired with golden eyes that burned with confidence. She walked with measured elegance, her every step controlled. Unlike Seraphina''s cold indifference, Alicia carried herself like a warrior preparing for battle. "She''s D+, right?" "Yeah, but she''s expected to hit C-Rank by the end of the semester." "She should''ve ranked higher in the entrance exam¡­" She glanced at Alden as she passed, her lips quirking up slightly before she sat in the fourth row. "Still not over our fight, huh?" --- Fourth, The Shadow Trickster A faint ripple in the air signaled the next arrival. Reynard Faulkner. His messy black hair and fox-like golden eyes made him look more like a troublemaker than a noble. And that wasn''t far from the truth. A specialist in assassination techniques and illusion magic, Reynard was a nightmare to fight against. "Didn''t he take out five people in the exam without anyone noticing?" "Yeah, he''s a damn ghost." Unlike the others, Reynard didn''t care about appearances. He casually slumped into a seat at the back, already looking half-asleep. --- Fifth, The Holy Saintess A warm, golden aura filled the room next. Elena Brightwind. She walked in gracefully, her long blonde hair shining under the lights, soft blue eyes filled with kindness. The Saintess Candidate of the Holy Church, and an exceptional healer. "She''s D-Rank now, but they say she''ll be a Saintess by the end of the year." "No wonder, her healing in the exam was ridiculous." She smiled gently at the murmurs but took a seat without interacting with anyone. --- Sixth, The Beastkin Duelist Then, a new presence entered¡ªone wilder than the others. Luca Ashenpaw. A beastkin warrior, with wolf-like silver hair and sharp amber eyes. His pointed ears twitched slightly, picking up on every sound in the room. Most beastkin didn''t make it to S-Class, but Luca was different. He fought with raw power and instincts, backed by refined technique. "I heard his physical stats are insane for his rank." "No kidding, he ripped apart a golem with his bare hands." Luca cracked his knuckles as he sat down, his tail flicking lazily behind him. --- Seventh, The Elven Mage Finally, the last major character arrived. Sylvara Nightwhisper. An elven prodigy, with long dark green hair and emerald eyes that shimmered with mana. Her affinity for nature magic and high-speed casting made her a terrifying opponent. "Elves rarely attend human academies. What''s she doing here?" "Probably a diplomatic thing. But she''s strong as hell." She took a seat near Seraphina, barely acknowledging anyone else. --- Alden sighed. "That''s all of them." These were the future powerhouses of the world¡ªeach one destined to grow into monsters in their own right. His katana hummed in amusement. "You sure you won''t get overshadowed, boy?" Alden smirked. "Not a chance." Just as the murmuring settled, the front doors swung open. A tall, battle-worn woman entered, her presence alone enough to silence the room. Their instructor had arrived. "Settle down." Her voice was sharp, commanding immediate attention. Alden adjusted his sunglasses and leaned back. "First day of S-Class. Let''s see how this goes." Gathering of elites The grand classroom of S-Class was unlike any ordinary lecture hall. Designed to withstand the power of rising prodigies, its reinforced walls shimmered faintly with protective runes. The seats were arranged in a semicircle, giving every student a clear view of the massive screens that lined the front. As students entered, their eyes darted around, analyzing potential rivals, allies, and threats. But amidst the murmurs and excitement, a particular group naturally gathered¡ªthe children of noble families and powerful factions. They had known each other long before entering the academy, their relationships shaped by political alliances, family ties, or simple childhood friendships. --- Leonhardt Valerian was the first to step inside. His dark brown hair and emerald-green eyes immediately drew attention. As the heir of House Valerian, one of the empire''s most prestigious noble families, he had been trained from birth to lead. But more than that, his natural talent made him the protagonist of the story. Despite the whispers around him, he walked with a casual ease, unbothered by the weight of expectations. Spotting a familiar face, he smiled. "Alicia, looks like we made it to the same class," he greeted, sliding into a seat in the second row. Alicia von Rosenheim sat a few seats away, arms crossed. Her red hair and golden eyes made her stand out immediately, but what truly defined her was the sharp confidence in her gaze. A swordswoman from a prestigious martial house, she had spent years perfecting her craft. "Of course," she replied, flicking her hair back. "Did you really think I''d settle for anything less?" Leonhardt chuckled. "Wouldn''t dream of it." Before their conversation could continue, the air grew noticeably colder. A tall figure with silver hair and piercing ice-blue eyes entered the room, her very presence exuding an aura of frost. Seraphina Everfrost. The moment she stepped inside, murmurs filled the air. "She''s from the Everfrost Clan, right?"Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. "No surprise she''s here. I heard she froze an entire lake during the exam." Unbothered, Seraphina glided past the onlookers and took a seat next to Alicia, nodding slightly in greeting. Alicia smirked. "Still trying to freeze the entire academy, Seraphina?" Seraphina gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. "If it means keeping the noise down, perhaps." Leonhardt shook his head with a grin. Despite her cold demeanor, Seraphina had been part of their circle for years. A sudden ripple in the air signaled the arrival of another presence. Reynard Faulkner appeared seemingly out of nowhere, sliding into the seat next to Leonhardt. His golden fox-like eyes gleamed with mischief, and his black hair was as unkempt as ever. "Already gathering in your little noble circle, huh?" he drawled lazily. "I almost feel left out." Leonhardt rolled his eyes. "You''re the son of the Faulkner family. You belong here whether you like it or not." Before Reynard could respond, a gentle golden light entered the room. Elena Brightwind, the Holy Saintess Candidate, walked gracefully toward them. Her long blonde hair shimmered under the lights, and her soft blue eyes carried a warmth that seemed almost out of place in the competitive atmosphere. She took the empty seat beside Seraphina and smiled. "It''s good to see you all again." Alicia leaned back, smirking. "Elena, I hope you''re ready. You''ll be patching up a lot of bruises once training starts." Elena laughed softly. "I wouldn''t expect anything less." The next arrival was impossible to miss. A beastkin with wild silver hair and amber eyes strode into the room, his sharp canines visible in a confident grin. Luca Ashenpaw. His wolf-like ears twitched slightly, picking up every whisper in the room. Unlike the others, who carried themselves with refined nobility, Luca radiated raw, untamed energy. "Yo," he greeted casually, plopping down next to Reynard. "Took you guys long enough." Reynard smirked. "Says the guy who almost skipped the entrance ceremony." "I was scouting the campus," Luca shot back. "Gotta know your hunting grounds." As the group exchanged friendly jabs, the final main character arrived. An elegant elven girl with long dark green hair and emerald eyes entered, moving with effortless grace. Sylvara Nightwhisper. As a prodigy of the Elven Kingdom, her presence was a rare sight. Most elves didn''t enroll in human academies, making her appearance all the more significant. She silently took a seat near Seraphina, exchanging a nod with the Ice Queen. --- As the students settled in, they spoke in low voices, catching up before the first lesson began. Reynard smirked. "So, who do you guys think ranked first?" Alicia rolled her eyes. "Leonhardt, obviously." Leonhardt scratched his cheek. "I wouldn''t be so sure. I held back a little." Luca chuckled. "Cocky as always, huh?" Elena smiled. "The rankings don''t matter too much. We''re all here to grow stronger." Seraphina arched an eyebrow. "Only the strong matter in battle. The ranking determines resources. That alone makes it important." Sylvara, who had remained quiet until now, finally spoke. "She''s right. Those at the top will have an advantage. And in a world like ours, that makes all the difference." The conversation turned toward speculation about their first lesson, past training experiences, and, of course, a few playful bets on who would win the first sparring sessions. Then, the air shifted. A commanding presence entered the room. --- The grand doors swung open. A tall woman with scarred arms and piercing violet eyes strode into the classroom. Her uniform, though similar to the academy''s, was adorned with numerous medals and insignias¡ªclear signs of a veteran warrior. The murmurs died instantly. "Settle down." Her voice cut through the room like a blade, and every student instinctively straightened. She scanned the room, her eyes assessing each student like prey. "My name is Instructor Selene Drayden," she said. "For the next year, I will be responsible for turning you into warriors worthy of the S-Class title." Her gaze lingered on Leonhardt, then on Seraphina, and finally on Alicia. "Most of you come from noble families," she continued, her voice steady. "Some of you have trained since birth. Others were born with talent beyond reason." Her lips curled into something between a smile and a sneer. "I don''t care." A flick of her wrist, and a massive pressure descended on the room. Pure killing intent. Even Luca and Alicia tensed slightly. Elena''s eyes widened in alarm. "Your past means nothing here," Selene stated. "Your strength is all that matters." The tension hung in the air. Then, she finally smirked. "Welcome to S-Class. Try not to die." Mysterious student The air in the classroom remained tense long after Instructor Selene Drayden had made her presence known. S-Class. The elite of the elite. Each student had earned their seat through sheer talent, lineage, or achievements. But for some, their placement was expected. And for others... it was a complete mystery. As Selene''s presence loomed over them, the murmurs slowly started again. "She''s definitely a monster¡­" Luca muttered under his breath, his wolf-like ears twitching. "She was a war hero," Alicia whispered back, her golden eyes sharp. "Served on the frontlines against the Demon Army. She''s not someone to underestimate." "Or someone to cross," Reynard added, grinning. "I like her already." Leonhardt chuckled, shaking his head before glancing at a particular student sitting near the front. Alden Blackwood. Dressed in his uniform, his long black hair was tied neatly, and dark sunglasses rested on his face, completely concealing his eyes. His posture was relaxed, but those who paid attention could tell he was quietly observing everything. And unlike the others, he wasn''t talking to anyone. --- "Alden Blackwood¡­" His name had circulated among the students the moment the rankings were revealed. A disowned noble, exiled from his family. A nobody who had somehow ended up in S-Class, sitting among prodigies from the strongest bloodlines. "What the hell is a failure like him doing here?" one student whispered, eyeing Alden from a few rows back. "I heard he barely passed the practical exams before the academy. Then suddenly, he ranks in the top forty? There''s no way that''s not suspicious." "I bet he used some trick or bribed someone. No way he actually fought his way in."Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. Sylvara, sitting a few seats away, subtly glanced at Alden. Unlike the others, her gaze was calm and unreadable. She could sense it¡ªhis mana was dense, but controlled. There was no way a weakling had ended up in this class. There was more to him. Seraphina also took note of the whispers, but as always, she said nothing. It wasn''t her concern. Reynard smirked slightly. "He''s interesting, at least. Maybe we should find out what makes him tick." Leonhardt didn''t respond but kept his eyes on Alden for a moment longer. He was certain they would cross paths soon enough. --- The Academy''s System Instructor Selene''s voice snapped everyone back to attention. "As S-Class students, you have access to the highest level of resources within the academy," she said, her gaze sweeping across the room. "However, nothing will be handed to you for free." With a wave of her hand, the classroom''s massive screens lit up, displaying the academy''s credit system. Academy Credits and Their Uses The screen displayed a ranking system for Academy Credits (AC), the currency used within the institution. 1. E-Rank Missions ¨C 10 to 50 AC 2. D-Rank Missions ¨C 50 to 200 AC 3. C-Rank Missions ¨C 200 to 1,000 AC 4. B-Rank Missions ¨C 1,000 to 5,000 AC 5. A-Rank Missions ¨C 5,000 to 20,000 AC 6. S-Rank Missions ¨C 20,000+ AC "Everything within the academy runs on this system," Selene explained. "Want better weapons? Buy them with credits. Want access to high-level training facilities? Pay for it. Even your meals at the high-tier restaurants require credits." Alicia''s eyes narrowed. "So basically, the strong will keep getting stronger." Selene smirked. "Exactly." The room grew silent. Some students looked nervous, while others smirked at the challenge. "Your starting balance is 500 AC for S-Class students," Selene continued. "Use it wisely. If you run out, you''ll need to complete missions, participate in tournaments, or sell services to other students." "And one more thing." Her expression turned sharp. "S-Class isn''t just a class. It''s a constant battlefield. You will be fighting against each other regularly. Rankings will shift, and those who can''t keep up¡­" She let her words linger before finishing with a smirk. "Will be kicked out." -- Alden remained unfazed throughout the explanation. ''So it''s just like the game¡­ but now that I''m living it, it feels even more brutal.'' He leaned back in his seat, mind racing. The credit system meant that ranking high was crucial. He couldn''t afford to slack off. ''At least I got into S-Class¡­'' He had barely made it into the top forty, which guaranteed him access to the best resources. If he had ranked any lower, his life here would''ve been much harder. But that also meant more attention. ''Damn it. I wanted to stay low-key.'' He could feel the stares on him. People were suspicious. His sudden rise from failure to S-Class ranker was too unusual. At least his sunglasses helped him hide his Eclipse vision. That was one secret he couldn''t afford to expose. His katana, which had transformed into a black bracelet around his wrist, spoke directly into his mind. [They''re all looking at you, Master.] Alden sighed mentally. ''I know. Just ignore them.'' [You could simply cut them down if they bother you.] ''That''s not how things work, you bloodthirsty hunk of metal.'' The sword huffed. [Weaklings shouldn''t be whispering about the strong.] ''You''re getting a little too comfortable in my head.'' --- After a few more details about the academy''s training schedule and mission board system, Selene finally dismissed the students. As the students rose from their seats, the murmurs grew louder. "Did you see the rankings?" "I heard some first-years are already at D+ Rank." "Yeah, but Leonhardt is nearly at C- Rank. He''s already way ahead." "Alicia and Seraphina are probably the closest to breaking through as well." "What about Alden Blackwood? He was ranked E-, but he still made it to S-Class¡­" "Tch. Probably just got lucky." Alden ignored the whispers as he glanced at his smartwatch. A new notification had appeared. [Dormitory Information Assigned] ¡ª Room 317, S-Class Dormitory Wing ''Finally, I can rest.'' But as he turned to leave, he felt something. A sharp gaze watching him. Alicia. Her golden eyes locked onto him, curiosity and something else hidden within. He had definitely caught her attention. And that could be a problem. A show worth watching The Cafeteria Alden strolled into the cafeteria, hands tucked into his pockets, sunglasses resting lazily on his face. Despite the elite status of S-Class, he was broke. His starting balance of 500 Academy Credits wouldn''t last long if he spent carelessly. He looked around. The cafeteria was massive, more like a high-end restaurant than a school mess hall. Long tables were arranged neatly, enchanted lights floating above them, and food stations served everything from simple meals to gourmet dishes. Students gathered in groups¡ªfriends, rivals, and loners like himself. Some of the main cast had already taken their seats together, chatting like they were lifelong friends. ''So predictable,'' Alden thought, shaking his head. The place was lively, but the real event was about to start. --- Alden grabbed a tray, picking the cheapest meal he could find¡ªa sandwich and a juice. He had no intention of wasting credits. ''Why does everything here cost so damn much? I might have to start hunting missions sooner than expected¡­'' After picking his meal, he sat at a corner table, a little distance from the main groups. He had learned one rule in his past life¡ªstay unnoticed, stay safe. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Just as he was about to take his first bite, the cafeteria doors slammed open. A group of seniors entered¡ªloud, arrogant, and itching for trouble. Alden smirked behind his sandwich. It was happening. ''Right on schedule.'' The leader of the group, Gregor Vance, was an A-Class second-year, and behind him were his usual lackeys. They had a habit of picking fights with first-years, and today''s target? The protagonist of the game¡ªLeonhardt Valerian.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. ''Poor guy,'' Alden thought, munching his sandwich. ''This is about to get messy.'' Gregor strutted forward, his voice booming across the cafeteria. "Well, well, if it isn''t the so-called genius first-years," he sneered, looking directly at Leonhardt and his group. "Enjoying your meal? You should be bowing to your seniors instead." A hush fell over the cafeteria as students turned to watch. No one wanted to miss the show. --- Leonhardt remained calm, sipping his drink. "I don''t remember needing to bow to second-rate seniors." Ooooh. The crowd felt that burn. Gregor''s face twitched. "What did you just say, brat?" Leonhardt stood up, placing his drink down with a slow, deliberate motion. His C- Rank mana flared ever so slightly. "If you want to fight, don''t waste time talking." Gregor''s grin twisted into an ugly smirk. "You''ve got guts, first-year. Fine. Let''s take this outside. Unless you''re scared?" The cafeteria erupted in murmurs. "A duel?" "He''s picking a fight with Leonhardt already?" "He''s gonna get wrecked." Alden leaned back in his chair, watching like he had front-row seats to a blockbuster movie. ''This is exactly how it played out in the game¡­ but in the game, you played as Leonhardt. Seeing it from the sidelines feels different.'' [Are you just going to sit there and eat?] his katana spoke in his mind. ''Of course,'' Alden replied. ''Why should I interfere? This is free entertainment.'' The sword sighed. [You''re an odd one, Master.] ''Damn right I am.'' The fight was moved to the dueling arena outside the cafeteria. It was a large open space specifically designed for combat training and challenges. Alden casually walked over, munching on popcorn. He wasn''t sure when he had bought it, but his priorities were straight. Gregor and Leonhardt stood across from each other, both armed with practice swords provided by the academy. Instructors arrived to officiate the duel, making it official. "First-year vs. second-year already? This is getting intense." "I can''t believe he actually challenged Leonhardt¡­" "Five credits say the senior loses." "You''re on." Alden smirked. ''People betting already? Gotta love academy life.'' Ding! The duel officially began. Gregor rushed forward, swinging his sword aggressively. Leonhardt, however, barely moved. Then¡ª**in a flash¡ª**he sidestepped, dodging the attack effortlessly. Gregor''s eyes widened in shock. Leonhardt retaliated with a single counterattack, his sword moving with precision and speed. CLANG! Gregor''s weapon flew out of his hands. The second-year stumbled back, clutching his now-bruised wrist. "W-What¡­?" Leonhardt didn''t even look at him. He simply turned away. "Next time, don''t waste my time." The duel was over. Gregor was defeated in seconds. A wave of silence spread through the crowd, followed by cheers and laughter. "That was brutal!" "Leonhardt made him look like a joke!" Gregor''s lackeys quickly dragged him away before things could get worse, disgraced and humiliated. Alden, still munching popcorn, clapped slowly. ''A true protagonist moment.'' [That was¡­ underwhelming.] His katana sounded almost disappointed. ''Well, Gregor was always an idiot.'' [A real warrior would have fought to the end.] ''Yeah, yeah. Not everyone is as bloodthirsty as you.'' -- As the crowd dispersed, a few people took notice of Alden. A lone student, wearing sunglasses, eating popcorn, and looking thoroughly amused. "Who''s that guy?" "Wait¡­ isn''t he Alden Blackwood?" "The disowned noble? What''s he even doing here?" "He got into S-Class somehow. No one knows how." Alicia, who had watched the fight in silence, glanced at Alden. ''He''s been staying quiet¡­ but he''s paying attention to everything.'' Leonhardt''s eyes also briefly flicked toward him, as if acknowledging his presence. Alden, completely unbothered, took another handful of popcorn. ''Ah¡­ this is nice.'' But as much as he wanted to lay low, he was already attracting attention. And sooner or later¡­ He wouldn''t be able to just watch from the sidelines. Exploring the academy training ground --- Alden smirked as he checked his smartwatch. His bet on Leonhardt''s easy victory had earned him 100 Academy Credits (AC) from the unfortunate seniors who underestimated the protagonist. ''Easy money,'' he thought, pocketing the winnings. He had started with 500 AC, and after buying food, he was left with around 470 AC. Now, with his winnings, his balance had jumped back up to 570 AC. "Not bad," he muttered. "At this rate, I might not be broke next week." [You could''ve made more if you bet bigger,] his katana remarked. ''I like to keep my risks low,'' Alden shot back. ''Besides, now I have enough to check out the training facilities.'' --- The Academy''s Training Facilities The Academy was one of the most advanced in the world, and its training facilities reflected that. Unlike other students who might struggle to afford regular use, S-Class students got discounts on all training facilities. ''Being in S-Class does have perks,'' Alden thought as he walked toward the Training Center. The large futuristic building had a sleek design with mana-infused panels glowing faintly. The entrance had holographic displays showing different available facilities. A voice assistant chimed in as he entered. [Welcome to the Advanced Training Center. Please select your desired training area.]Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Alden glanced at the list. --- Training Facilities 1. Gravity Chamber ¨C (10 AC per hour) Adjust gravity levels to increase physical endurance and strength. 2. Elemental Chambers ¨C (15 AC per hour) Allows mages to train their elemental control in various extreme environments. 3. Combat Gym ¨C (Free for S-Class, 5 AC for others) A general combat training area with advanced dummies and sparring arenas. 4. Mana Meditation Room ¨C (20 AC per session) Enhances mana recovery and control training. 5. VR Combat Capsules ¨C (40 AC per session) Simulate real battle scenarios to practice against virtual opponents. --- Testing the Gravity Chamber Alden decided to start small and booked an hour in the Gravity Chamber. [Are you sure? You barely used your body properly after the transmigration,] the katana warned. ''I need to adapt faster,'' Alden replied. As he stepped inside, the chamber sealed shut, and a control panel lit up. "Set gravity to 1.5x normal, let''s not kill myself on the first try." Beep! Immediately, his body felt heavier, as if an invisible weight pressed down on him. ''Damn¡­ even 1.5x is tough.'' His muscles strained as he started doing basic stretches and light movements. He tested his footwork, sword swings, and overall balance. For the next hour, he pushed himself¡ªslowly but steadily getting used to the added weight. --- Mana Meditation Room ¨C After leaving the Gravity Chamber, Alden felt a deep exhaustion in his body. His muscles were sore, and his mana was low. ''Let''s try the Mana Meditation Room next,'' he decided, paying 20 AC. Inside, the room was filled with condensed mana particles, making the air feel heavier. He sat cross-legged, closing his eyes, focusing on his mana veins. The purifying potion he took before had already improved his mana flow, but now he had to refine it. His Eclipse vision briefly activated, allowing him to visualize mana movement better than before. Time passed quickly, and by the end of the session, his mana reserves had noticeably improved. --- A Glimpse at the VR Combat Capsule Lastly, Alden visited the VR Combat Capsule section. ''This is expensive, but I need to know how it works,'' he thought, paying 40 AC for a single session. The capsule opened with a hiss, and he stepped inside. A holographic interface appeared. [Please select your opponent difficulty.] **Easy (F+ to E Rank) Normal (E+ to D Rank) Hard (D+ to C Rank)** Alden selected "Normal" and entered the simulation. The moment he materialized in the virtual battlefield, an opponent appeared¡ªa humanoid knight wielding a longsword. ''Let''s see how well I can fight without using my 5-star techniques¡­'' After leaving the VR Capsule, his entire body ached. ''I need a proper training schedule,'' he thought. Gravity Chamber (1 hour/day) ¡ú Physical Strength Mana Meditation (1 session/day) ¡ú Mana Growth & Recovery VR Combat (Every few days) ¡ú Practical Combat Experience Elemental Chamber (Later, when he has elemental abilities) Satisfied with his findings, Alden walked back to his dorm, exhausted but satisfied. Tomorrow, the real training would begin. Training begins and weapon art --- Morning Training Alden woke up before sunrise, feeling a bit sore from yesterday''s training. His body was still adjusting to his increased stats, but he had no intention of slowing down. He strapped on weighted ankle bands and wristbands, each filled with a small amount of mana-infused iron dust to make them heavier. "Alright, let''s get moving," he muttered to himself. [You enjoy torturing yourself, don''t you?] his katana, kuranai, remarked from his bracer form. "Pain builds strength," Alden replied, stepping outside into the cold morning air. He started with a light jog around the academy grounds, slowly increasing his pace. Despite his E-rank stats, the added weight made it challenging. His muscles burned, and sweat dripped down his forehead, but he pushed forward, focusing on steady breathing. By the time he finished, the sun had risen, and he was drenched in sweat. He walked back to his dorm for a quick shower, feeling the satisfying soreness of a proper workout. --- After changing into his uniform, Alden headed to class, arriving just in time for the lesson. Their instructor, Professor Reynard, stood at the front, looking at the students with sharp eyes. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. "Today, you will be selecting a secondary weapon and weapon art." The class buzzed with excitement at the announcement. "The Academy provides all students with a single weapon art, but S-Class students receive a three-star art, while other classes receive one- or two-star arts." Alden leaned back in his chair, already knowing how things worked from the game. ''The main cast already have four-star arts passed down from their families. They won''t need these basic academy techniques.'' [Yet you''re still picking one?] kuranai asked. ''Of course,'' Alden responded mentally. ''I need variety in my fighting style.'' --- Choosing a Secondary Weapons Each student was led to a weapon selection hall, where various swords, spears, daggers, bows, and other weapons were displayed. Most students chose secondary weapons that matched their fighting styles. Leonhardt (Protagonist) ¡ú Spear Alicia von Rosenheim ¡ú Rapier Seraphina everfrost¡ú Twin daggers Reynard foulkner¡ú sword Luca ashenpaw¡ú Greatsword Elena brightwind¡úbow Sylvara nightwisper¡úsword Alden approached the weapon rack and picked up a dagger. [Dagger ¨C Standard Grade] It wasn''t special, but he had a reason for this choice. ''Swords are great, but a dagger is easier to hide and use in close combat.'' [You have a katana that can cut through steel, yet you''re picking a dagger?] ''Different weapons for different situations,'' Alden replied. ''Besides, dagger arts have quick movements and low stamina consumption.'' --- Weapon Art Selection After selecting their weapons, they moved to a hall filled with floating scrolls. Each scroll contained a weapon art, ranging from one-star to three-star. Alden scanned the three-star dagger arts available: 1. Shadow Fang Style ¨C A swift dagger technique focusing on quick, deceptive movements. 2. Silent Step Blade ¨C A stealth-based art designed for assassination. 3. Phantom Dance ¨C A high-speed combat art that allows continuous slashes in rapid succession. He picked Shadow Fang Style¡ªit was the most adaptable for open combat. ''Silent Step Blade would''ve been great for assassinations, but I need something useful in duels too,'' he thought Professor Reynard clapped his hands, gaining everyone''s attention. "Now that you have your weapons and arts, we''ll move to the training grounds for practical application." The class was escorted to an open field, where practice dummies stood lined up. "Your task is simple¡ªactivate your chosen weapon art and test its basic form." Alden took his position and unsheathed his dagger. He exhaled, activating Shadow Fang Style. His body felt lighter, and his vision sharpened as mana flowed through his arms. He dashed forward¡ªhis dagger striking in a fast, unpredictable pattern. Shing! Shing! The practice dummy was slashed multiple times before Alden even stopped moving. ''Not bad. This will be useful.'' He glanced at the main cast, noticing that most of them weren''t even struggling. ''Of course, they have their family techniques.'' He smirked, wiping sweat off his brow. ''Well, I just have to make sure I''m always ahead of them.'' The training had only just begun. The nature of mana Alden''s Exhaustion After an intense day of training, Alden stumbled back to his dorm. His body felt like lead, every muscle screaming in protest. [You look half-dead,] katana commented dryly. "Shut up," Alden muttered, throwing himself onto the bed. The moment his head touched the pillow, he blacked out completely. For the first time since he transmigrated, he slept like a log. --- The Next Morning ¨C Mana Theory Class The next morning, Alden groggily woke up, still sore from yesterday. After a quick shower and putting on his uniform, he made his way to the classroom, arriving just before the lesson started. Their professor, an elderly elf named Professor Elric Vaelthorne, stood at the front of the room. His silver hair and emerald eyes gave him an air of wisdom. "Today, we will be discussing Mana Theory and the concept of affinities." The class quieted down as the lesson began. --- What is Mana? "Mana is the fundamental energy that fuels all magic," Professor Elric explained. "It exists everywhere¡ªin the air, in living beings, and even in inanimate objects. Without mana, spells, weapon arts, and even enhancement techniques would be impossible." Alden listened carefully. He already knew most of this from the game, but it was always good to hear the world''s explanation. "There are three primary ways to use mana: 1. Elemental Magic ¨C The direct manipulation of the elements. 2. Mana Enhancement ¨C Infusing one''s body or weapon with mana for increased strength. 3. Enchantment & Formations ¨C The application of mana into artifacts and magical formations."Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Professor Elric continued, "The strength of a mage depends on their affinity and mana capacity." "Now, let''s discuss affinities. Affinity determines which type of magic an individual is best suited for. The stronger one''s affinity, the easier it is to use that element." He waved his hand, and a holographic chart appeared. Primary Affinities: Fire ¨C Destructive and powerful. Water ¨C Versatile, capable of healing and offense. Earth ¨C Stable and strong, focused on defense. Wind ¨C Fast and elusive, excellent for mobility. Advanced Affinities: Lightning ¨C A rare and fast element, highly destructive. Ice ¨C A refined form of water, allowing freezing abilities. Metal ¨C A variation of earth, focused on enhancing weapons and armor. Special Affinities: Light ¨C Rare, associated with healing and purification. Darkness ¨C Rare, involving shadows and illusions. Space ¨C Extremely rare, allowing teleportation and spatial manipulation. "Most people have one affinity, but gifted individuals may have two or more." Alden sighed internally. He already knew his problem. --- The Protagonist ¨C A Monster in the Making ''Leonhardt, the protagonist, is ridiculously overpowered when it comes to affinities,'' Alden thought. Professor Elric pulled up a holographic chart listing each student''s affinities. Leonhardt''s name was at the top. Leonhardt Valerian ¡ú Water, Lightning, Earth (Triple Affinity!) ''Triple affinity,'' Alden mused. ''That''s protagonist-level nonsense.'' Leonhardt could cast water spells for versatility, lightning for speed, and earth for defense. It was a broken combination. Professor Elric moved down the list. Alicia von Rosenheim ¡ú Fire Seraphina everfrost ¡ú Ice Luca ashenpaw¡ú Earth Reynard Faulkner¡ú Dark Sylvara nightwisper¡ú nature Elana brightwind¡úlight Most of the main cast had affinities, some even advanced ones. Then Alden saw his own name. Alden Blackwood ¡ú None --- No Affinity?! Alden kept his face neutral, but internally, he sighed. ''Yeah, I expected that.'' In the game, his character was an extra with no talent for magic. Even after transmigrating, nothing changed. [You look disappointed,] Kurenai noted. ''No, just¡­ mildly annoyed,'' Alden replied. Professor Elric continued, "Those without affinities are at a disadvantage when it comes to magic, but they can still use mana enhancement, weapon arts, and artifacts." Alden wasn''t too worried. His Mangeky¨­ Sharingan already gave him powers far beyond most mages. Besides, his combat ability didn''t rely on magic anyway. --- Mana Capacity ¨C The Real Power Factor "Aside from affinities, mana capacity is crucial," Professor Elric continued. "The greater your mana pool, the longer you can fight." He displayed a mana ranking chart: Mana Capacity Ranks: F-Rank ¡ú Barely usable mana E-Rank ¡ú Basic magic usage D-Rank ¡ú Standard mage level C-Rank ¡ú Capable of advanced magic B-Rank ¡ú High-level spells and extended combat A-Rank ¡ú Elite level, used by high-ranking warriors S-Rank and Above ¡ú Monsters in human form Most of the main cast had D to C-Rank mana at this point, with Leonhardt nearing B-Rank. Alden checked his own mana. Mana: E+ ''It''s not great, but it''s better than nothing.'' - Professor Elric looked at the class. "Now, let''s test your mana control. Everyone, form a simple mana sphere." Students extended their hands, forming floating spheres of mana. Leonhardt''s shone brightly, pulsing with raw power. Alicia''s burned like a small flame, while Seraphina was a shimmering ice crystal. Alden hesitated. He had no elemental affinity, so his mana sphere was¡­ just a dull blue glow. Still, he raised his hand and formed one. Murmurs spread through the class. "Didn''t he get disowned? How did he make it into S-Class?" "He doesn''t even have an affinity¡­" "But he still passed the exam, right?" Alden ignored them. [You should''ve added some flair,] katana teased. ''Nah, I don''t need to stand out yet.'' Professor Elric clapped his hands. "Good. That concludes today''s lesson. Dismissed." Alden sighed in relief. Today had been¡­ enlightening. Even without an affinity, he would find his own path to power. The first breakthrough One Week Later¡­ A full week had passed since the entrance ceremony, and Alden had been training nonstop. He had explored the academy''s advanced training facilities, studied weapon arts, and practiced mana control. But today was different. Today, he would break through. Inside the Mana Chamber, Alden sat cross-legged on the cold, smooth floor. The chamber''s walls shimmered faintly, absorbing and amplifying the mana in the air. The Mana Chamber was one of the best facilities in the academy¡ªa place designed to aid breakthroughs by increasing the ambient mana concentration. For a whole week, Alden had been pushing his limits to reach the next stage. And now, he was close. --- The Road to E-Rank "Deep breath in¡­ deep breath out¡­" Alden muttered, focusing on his mana flow. Mana circulated through his body, moving through his mana veins, trying to refine itself further. Each cycle brought him closer to breaking the barrier between E- and E-Rank. [You''re getting close,] kuranai noted. ''Yeah, but it''s not fast enough¡­'' Alden clenched his fists. The impurities within his body had already been cleansed thanks to the Purifying Potion. That potion had significantly expanded his mana veins and made his absorption rate much faster.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. But even with this advantage, breaking through wasn''t easy. Alden continued to refine his mana, compressing it, strengthening it, forcing it to evolve. His body trembled slightly. Sweat formed on his forehead. The mana inside him surged violently, resisting change. [You''re at the limit,] katana warned. [One last push.] "Alright¡­" Alden exhaled, then forced all the mana in his body to contract. A sharp pain struck his chest. Then¡ª BOOM! A shockwave of mana burst from his body, dispersing throughout the chamber. Alden felt his entire being shift as his mana veins stabilized, now holding a much purer and denser form of energy. He had finally broken through to E-Rank. --- Checking His Status Alden wiped the sweat from his forehead and opened his system. [Status Window] Name: Alden Blackwood Race: Human Rank: E Mana Capacity: E+ Affinities: None Physique: Enhanced (Due to Purification) --- Basic Stats Strength: E Agility: E+ Intelligence: C Mana: E+ Stamina: E --- Skills Eclipse vision: Illusions & Mind Control ¨C Can trap enemies in illusions or briefly control weak minds. Enhanced Perception ¨C Slows down movements and improves reaction speed. Mana Manipulation (Intermediate) ¨C Allows precise control over mana circulation. Stealth (Basic) ¨C Reduces presence and sound of movement. Traits: Voidstep (Trait) Ability: Allows the user to phase through objects and enter a personal pocket dimension. They can teleport by stepping through space itself --- Weapon Arts Five Forms of the Crimson Moon (5-Star) [1/5 Unlocked] First Form: Lunar Severance ¨C A devastating single slash that cuts through mana defenses. Shadow Fang Dagger Art (3-Star) [5% Proficiency] A fast, deceptive dagger art specialized in speed and misdirection. Phantom edge sword(2 star)[35% proficiency] Swift Blade Style (2-Star) [30% Proficiency] A quick, balanced sword art designed for rapid attacks. Shadow Step Footwork (2-Star) [45% Proficiency] ( copied using Eclipse vision from other students) Enhances movement speed and allows quick dodges. --- Reason for Fast Progress Alden stared at his stats. In just one week, his improvement had been insane. ''The Purifying Potion really boosted my progress¡­'' Normally, it would take months to go from E- to E-Rank, but because his mana veins had expanded, his mana circulation had improved dramatically. His body had also changed. His muscles were leaner, more refined. His stamina had increased, and his mana control had reached a new level. -- The path of learning The morning sun bathed the academy grounds in golden light as students settled into their seats, awaiting the day''s lesson. Today was an important day¡ªelective selection. At the front of the class, Professor Edgar Reinhardt adjusted his glasses and looked over the students. "Today," he began, "you will be choosing your specialized subjects¡ªcourses that will shape your combat style and future roles. While basic swordsmanship, mana control, and theory classes are mandatory, these electives will allow you to refine your strengths or cover your weaknesses." A holographic list appeared on the large board behind him. --- Available Specializations 1. Aura Control ¨C The art of reinforcing the body and weapons with internal energy, required for warriors and melee combatants. 2. Magic Theory & Spellcrafting ¨C The study of mana, spell construction, and advanced casting techniques. 3. Alchemy ¨C Potion-making, material refinement, and combat enhancement. 4. Beast Taming ¨C Contracting and training magical beasts for battle and support.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. 5. Necromancy ¨C Manipulation of death mana to raise and control the undead. 6. Archery & Precision Combat ¨C Mastery of ranged weapons such as bows, crossbows, and firearms. 7. Spearmanship & Polearm Arts ¨C The art of using spears, glaives, and polearms. 8. Dagger & Assassin Techniques ¨C Training in stealth, dagger combat, and assassination techniques. 9. Smithing & Enchanting ¨C Forging and imbuing weapons with magical properties. 10. Healing & Support Magic ¨C The art of restoration spells and combat support. --- The classroom buzzed with conversation as students discussed their choices. Many of them already knew what paths to take based on their family backgrounds. Alicia von Rosenheim, the red-haired noble, was expected to take Aura Control and Magic Theory. Leonhardt Valerian, the protagonist, was naturally leaning toward Spearmanship,swordmanship and Magic Theory. Seraphina everfrost, the silver-haired ice wielder, was considering Magic Theory and Beast Taming. Selvara nightwisper , the elven archer, was drawn to Archery and Spellcrafting. Reynard foulkner, the dark-haired noble, had a sinister grin as he chose Necromancy. And then, there was Alden Blackwood. Sitting in the third row, arms folded, sunglasses on, he listened to the chatter but focused on his own choices. --- Alden''s Decision ''Aura Control is essential for swordplay. Magic Theory will help me refine my mana. But Beast Taming¡­'' His fingers tapped against the desk. Beast Taming wasn''t just about contracting creatures. In the game''s storyline, this course contained one of the hidden cheats¡ªa powerful beast egg that, if acquired early, could grow into an SS-ranked companion. ''If I get that, I''ll have another trump card.'' His katana''s voice echoed in his mind. [So, you want a pet now?] ''More like an insurance policy.'' --- Alden made his choices: [Selected: Aura Control, Magic Theory, and Beast Taming.] Professor Reinhardt collected the forms and nodded. "This will define your time at the academy," he said. "Remember, power isn''t just about strength¡ªit''s about knowledge and how well you use what you have." With the selections finalized, students whispered among themselves. "Alden Blackwood took Beast Taming?" "He is also choosing magic class,he doesn''t even have a affinity!" "He got into S-Class despite being disowned¡­ Now he''s aiming for magical beasts?" "What''s with the sunglasses? Does he think he''s some kind of dark lord?" Alden smirked behind his shades. His real plans were only just beginning. The hidden treasure of beast taming class The morning sun had barely begun to rise when Alden Blackwood was already out on the academy''s training grounds, his body drenched in sweat. His daily routine had become second nature¡ªsword drills, dagger forms, weighted runs, and mana control exercises. He focused on his dagger art, a 3-star technique, refining the fluidity of his movements. His katana, disguised as a bracelet, hummed in his mind. [You''re improving. But your movements with the dagger still lack confidence.] Alden sighed. "That''s because I''m used to longer blades. Short-range combat feels unnatural." [Then adapt. You can''t always rely on a sword.] Shaking off fatigue, he continued his routine, ending with weighted push-ups before heading back to his dorm for a quick shower. --- The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. As Alden dried his hair, he glanced at his reflection. His increased stats had enhanced his physique¡ªhis muscles were more defined, and his features had sharpened. His black hair was now slightly longer, tied in a loose ponytail. He adjusted his sunglasses. "Alright, you want to know why I choose beast taming." Leaning against his desk, he crossed his arms. "You see, in the game''s big event, the develpers added a hidden easter egg. It was part of the Beast Taming class, but since no one really played that path, it was practically forgotten." He smirked. "What was it, you ask? Oh, just a little thing called the ''Nine-Tailed fox Egg.''" He let that sink in. "Yeah. You heard me. A freaking nine tailed fox. The game limited it, sure¡ªit wasn''t overpowered, but in the real world? No such restrictions." Alden exhaled. "The problem is, getting it isn''t easy. In the game, the protagonist never even found it. But me? I know exactly where it is." He checked the time. "Alright, enough monologuing. Time for class." --- Beast Taming Class The Beast Taming Hall was located near the eastern wing of the academy, surrounded by vast open fields. When Alden arrived, he noticed a variety of students¡ªsome excited, others hesitant. Professor Garrick Faelan, a rugged man with wild silver hair and a blue his eyes, stood before them. "Welcome to Beast Taming," he announced. "Here, you will learn the art of forging bonds with magical creatures." He gestured to a row of elemental wolves, shadow panthers, and sky eagles resting in cages behind him. "To form a contract, you need a strong will and a deep connection. But before that, you''ll need to learn the basics." Alden wasn''t listening. His mind was focused elsewhere. ''That egg should be buried deep within the Beast Taming Reserve¡­ and I have to find it before someone else does.'' He clenched his fist. "It''s time to claim my second real cheat." Chapter 31 – The Hunt for the Hidden Treasure (Alden''s POV) I leaned back in my seat, resting my chin on my palm while pretending to listen to Professor Garrick''s speech about "the sacred bond between beast and tamer." Yeah, yeah, sure. Bonding, loyalty, companionship¡ªgreat stuff. But let''s be real. Most players in the game only took Beast Taming because they wanted an overpowered pet to wreck their enemies. And I was no exception. Why? Because I knew something no one else in this world did. Hidden deep within the academy''s Beast Taming Reserve, buried under layers of security and obscurity, was an egg. Not just any egg, but the Nine-Tailed fox Egg, a easter egg from the game''s event. The protagonist never found it. No one did. It was one of those "impossible to obtain" collectibles that developers threw in as a joke. A tease. But here, in the real world? It''s mine for the taking. --- Professor Garrick clapped his hands, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Alright, we''ll start with a practical exercise. Everyone, pair up with a beast in front of you and attempt to form a contract." The other students rushed forward, eager to test their luck. Some fumbled with mana control, others struggled to tame even a docile creature. I, however, had zero interest. "Not even gonna try?" I turned my head slightly. Alicia von Rosenheim stood beside me, arms crossed, golden eyes narrowed in suspicion. I smirked. "I''m just observing." Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. She scoffed, flipping her red hair over her shoulder. "Right. The infamous disowned noble of House Blackwood, getting into S-Class with no known talent¡­ yet doesn''t even bother trying." I shrugged. "Maybe I just don''t like performing for an audience." "Tch." Alicia clicked her tongue, then turned away to tame her beast. ''Alright, I need to get out of here before anyone else starts asking questions.'' I slowly backed away toward the edge of the training grounds. --- Once I was out of sight, I slipped into the forest surrounding the training fields. The Beast Taming Reserve was a heavily restricted area¡ªhome to wild, untamed monsters used for upper-year practical exams. Normally, no first-year student had any business here. But me? I had a cheat to find. I pulled out my smartwatch, checking the academy''s security patrol routes I had copied earlier. Two guards near the entrance. Rotating shifts every twenty minutes. Simple enough. Activating voidstep, I stepped into my pocket dimension for a few seconds, phasing past the fence before reappearing inside the restricted zone. "Too easy." Now, time for the real challenge. The reserve was dense, filled with towering trees, overgrown bushes, and the distant sounds of growls and howls. I moved quickly but cautiously, my senses sharp. Even though this area only housed C-rank and below creatures, getting careless could still mean death. According to the game, the egg''s location was beneath a massive tree with deep purple leaves¡ªThe Twilight Elderwood. After what felt like an hour of searching, I finally saw it. A gigantic tree with shimmering purple foliage, its roots coiling around a mound of earth like a guardian serpent. I took a deep breath. This is it. Now, all I had to do was dig it out. I summoned my katana, the weapon humming in my mind. [You''re acting very suspicious.] "Yeah, well, I''m about to do something very illegal." [I''m aware.] Rolling my eyes, I used the flat edge of my katana to start clearing away the dirt. Minutes passed, sweat formed on my brow, but soon, I felt it¡ªsomething solid beneath the soil. I reached in and pulled it out. And there it was. A crimson egg, large enough to fit in both my hands, faintly pulsing with an ominous glow. Even without identifying it, I could feel the immense power radiating from within. I grinned. "Jackpot." --- Interrupted Just as I was about to store the egg¡­ A deep growl rumbled behind me. I froze. Slowly, I turned my head. A massive Shadowfang Wolf¡ªa peak C-rank predator¡ªstood just a few meters away, its crimson eyes locked onto me. "Well, crap." The beast lunged. I barely managed to phase through its attack using voidstep, reappearing a few feet away. The wolf snarled, already preparing its next strike. Damn it. Fighting here would alert the guards. I needed to finish this fast. Gripping my katana, I exhaled. Fine. Let''s do this. The wolf pounced again. I sidestepped, slashing at its flank. A clean cut, but not deep enough to kill. The beast roared, its shadowy aura thickening. It charged, moving faster than before. I barely blocked, the force sending me skidding back. "Alright, you wanna play rough?" I activated my Eclipse vision. The world slowed. The wolf''s movements became predictable. I could see every twitch of its muscles before it acted. When it lunged again, I dodged effortlessly, my blade already in motion. ¡ªSlash! The katana sliced through its throat. The wolf landed, staggered, then collapsed. Blood pooled beneath it. I exhaled, my hands slightly trembling from the adrenaline. "That¡­ was too close." I sheathed my sword and grabbed the egg. Time to get out of here before someone notices. --- Back in the Dorm After sneaking back into my dorm, I finally let myself relax. The egg sat on my desk, its glow softer now. I studied it carefully. The Nine-Tailed fox Egg. In the game, the event never let players hatch it. But here? I had no idea what would happen. A smirk formed on my lips. "Well, guess we''ll find out." A shiny suprise (Alden''s POV) I sat cross-legged on my dorm room floor, staring at the crimson egg resting on my desk. It hadn''t moved. No ominous energy spikes, no cracks, nothing. Just an ordinary-looking egg¡­ except it was far from ordinary. "Alright, how do I hatch you?" No response. I sighed, rubbing my temples. In the game, this egg never hatched. It was just a cool collectible that players could brag about. But this was reality. And I wasn''t about to carry around a giant egg forever. I placed my hand over it, channeling a bit of mana. If magical beasts were anything like weapons or artifacts, then mana infusion should do something¡­ right? The moment my mana touched the egg¡ª Crack! A faint glow pulsed from within. My heart skipped a beat. "Oh¡­ oh, it''s actually hatching." I barely had time to process it before the entire egg shattered, sending tiny shards of glowing shell across my desk. A soft, warm light flooded the room. And then¡ª A tiny, white-furred fox tumbled out, landing directly into my lap. Wait. White? I blinked, staring at the small creature now curled up against my chest. Weren''t Nine-Tailed fox supposed to be red or golden?(Because of its color mostly being affected by its affinity but white I don''t remember any) This one had pure white fur, almost silver under the light. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. "Did I just get the shiny Pok¨¦mon?" I muttered. --- The tiny fox slowly opened its eyes¡ªa glowing shade of amethyst. It yawned, its fluffy tails twitching, before nuzzling into my shirt like a lazy cat. ¡­This thing was supposed to be a divine calamity? I poked its cheek. "Hey, aren''t you supposed to be all-powerful or something?" The fox lifted its head, blinking at me. Then, without warning¡ª Chomp. I froze. The little creature had just bitten my finger. "¡­You little¡ª" [Hmph. Insolent human.] I flinched, nearly dropping it. That voice¡ªit just spoke directly into my mind! The tiny fox tilted its head, its fluffy ears twitching. [Who dares wake me from my slumber?] "¡­Me?" I said dumbly. It stared at me for a long moment before letting out a tiny huff. [Tch. I expected more from my summoner.] Summoner? Oh, right. I guess hatching the egg meant I had officially contracted this thing. I sighed, rubbing my temples. I just woke up an overpowered mythical creature. And it was judging me already. --- The White Nine-Tails Alright, time to gather some intel. "What exactly are you?" I asked, crossing my arms. "You''re not like the usual Nine-Tailed Beasts from the game." The fox flicked its tail, staring at me with an almost smug expression. [Of course not. I am superior to them. My kind was thought to be extinct long ago. I am a Celestial Nine-Tailed Beast.] Celestial? That wasn''t in the game''s lore. "Are you saying you''re different from the usual Nine-Tails?" [Hmph. Unlike those common flame-tailed mutts, my power surpasses mere fire. Celestial Nine-Tails possess dominion over pure mana itself.] My breath hitched. That was way beyond what I expected. Pure mana control? That meant this thing wasn''t bound by any single elemental affinity. Instead, it could manipulate raw mana freely. A broken ability. "You''re telling me I just picked up a cheat code?" I muttered. The fox yawned. [Perhaps. But you have yet to prove yourself worthy of me.] I pinched the bridge of my nose. Great. I just got a tsundere mythical beast. --- "Well, if you''re going to be sticking around, I should probably name you," I said, watching as the fox stretched on my lap. It glanced up at me. [Hmph. Very well. I shall accept a name¡­ if it is worthy.] I rolled my eyes. "You''re acting like I''m about to name you ''Fluffy'' or something." The fox visibly cringed. I smirked. "Relax, I''ve got something better." I thought for a moment. A name fitting for a white Nine-Tailed Beast, something that matched its celestial nature. "How about¡­ Shiranui?" The fox froze. A pause. Then¡ª [Shiranui¡­] The name echoed in my mind. Then, the little beast lifted its head high, tails swaying behind it. [Yes. This name shall do.] I let out a breath. "Glad you approve, Your Majesty." --- New Status Window I pulled up my status window, curious to see if Shiranui had been added. ? Status Window ? Name: Alden Blackwood Race: Human Rank: E Affinity: None Mana Circuits: Reinforced (Purified) - Basic Stats - Strength: E Agility: E+ Intelligence: C Mana: E+ Stamina: E - Skills Eclipse vision: ? Mind Control ¨C Limited mental influence ? Illusion Arts ¨C High-level visual and sensory illusions Bigenner Mana Control ¨C Increased efficiency in mana usage Voidstep (Trait) Ability: Allows the user to phase through objects and enter a personal pocket dimension. They can teleport by stepping through space itself. - Weapon Arts - Five Forms of the Crimson Moon (5-Star) [1/5 Unlocked] First Form: Lunar Severance ¨C A devastating single slash that cuts through mana defenses. Shadow Fang Dagger Art (3-Star) [5% Proficiency] Swift Blade Style (2-Star) [30% Proficiency] Phantom edge sword(2 star)[37% Proficiency] Shadow Step Footwork (2-Star) [45% Proficiency] ( copied using sharagan from other students ) - Beast Companion - ? Shiranui (Celestial Nine-Tailed Beast) ¨C Rank Unknown --- I shut the window. I had officially gained one of the rarest creatures in existence. A literal walking nuke of mana. But¡­ if I had found this egg, what else was different from the game? The protagonist never got this. The game never mentioned Celestial Nine-Tails. Something was changing. And I wasn''t sure if that was a good thing. Shiranui curled up on my lap, its small body rising and falling with slow, even breaths. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Guess I''ll have to figure things out as I go." Progression and reflection The crisp morning air filled Alden''s lungs as he exhaled slowly, stretching his body. The academy grounds were quiet at this hour, most students still buried under their blankets. Not him, though. With his new training weights strapped to his limbs, he dashed through the academy''s outer training track, each step sinking slightly into the ground. His increased stats meant he could push himself harder, but it also meant he needed to constantly adapt to his growing strength. "Damn¡­ my agility''s improving, but my body still feels a little off after all these power-ups." Shiranui, the newly hatched Celestial Nine-Tailed fox, rested lazily on his shoulder, watching his struggles with mild amusement. [Hah. Perhaps you should have been born a tortoise instead.] Alden scoffed, increasing his pace. "Says the fox who slept for centuries." As he finished his third lap, he finally came to a stop, catching his breath. The increase in mana circulation from his purification potion had expanded his stamina pool, but it still wasn''t enough. A glance at his smartwatch showed the time. Still early. "Alright, time to check my progress." He opened his Status Window and examined the new numbers. --- You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. [Status Window] Name: Alden Blackwood Race: Human Rank: E Mana Capacity: E+ Affinities: None Physique: Enhanced (Due to Purification) --- Basic Stats Strength: E+ Agility: E+ Intelligence: C Mana: E+ Stamina: E --- Skills Eclipse vision Illusions & Mind Control ¨C Can trap enemies in illusions or briefly control weak minds. Enhanced Perception ¨C Slows down movements and improves reaction speed. Mana Manipulation (bigenner) ¨C Allows precise control over mana circulation. Stealth (Basic) ¨C Reduces presence and sound of movement. Voidstep (Trait) Ability: Allows the user to phase through objects and enter a personal pocket dimension. They can teleport by stepping through space itself. --- Weapon Arts Five Forms of the Crimson Moon (5-Star) [1/5 Unlocked] First Form: Lunar Severance ¨C A devastating single slash that cuts through mana defenses. Shadow Fang Dagger Art (3-Star) [5% Proficiency] A fast, deceptive dagger art specialized in speed and misdirection. Phantom Edge Sword (2-Star) [35% Proficiency] A technique focused on precise, unpredictable slashes. Swift Blade Style (2-Star) [30% Proficiency] A quick, balanced sword art designed for rapid attacks. Shadow Step Footwork (2-Star) [45% Proficiency] A movement technique that allows the user to weave through attacks effortlessly. (Copied using Sharingan from other students.) --- Alden stared at the numbers, deep in thought. His weapon art proficiency was improving, but the real challenge would be unlocking the next form of the Crimson Moon style. "If I want to be stronger, I can''t just rely on my Eclipse vision copying ability. I need true mastery." The problem was, higher-rank techniques had exponentially harder mastery requirements. Low-rank arts, like 1-star or 2-star techniques, could be picked up in weeks, but 4-star and above? That took years. Unless he found shortcuts. Shiranui yawned. [What''s with the serious face?] "Just thinking about how hard it is to level up weapon arts," Alden muttered. [Of course it is. Power should not come easily. Otherwise, what would separate the strong from the weak?] "Spoken like a true fox-god." --- Alden clenched his fists. His goal was clear. Breakthrough to D-Rank as soon as possible. Unlock the second form of Crimson Moon. Master Shadow Fang Dagger Art before acquiring more techniques. And most importantly¡ª Find out what the hell was up with Shiranui''s existence. Because if this Celestial Nine-Tails wasn''t part of the game''s original lore¡­ then something was changing. And that meant the future was no longer predictable. He smirked, stretching one last time before heading toward the academy building. Time to train. Banter between sword and fox Alden stepped into the academy''s advanced training hall, stretching his arms as he prepared for another long session. His body had adjusted well to his increased stats, but his mind still struggled to keep up with the changes brought by his growing power. Today''s goal? Improve his dagger proficiency and mana circulation. As he entered, a familiar voice echoed in his mind. [Hmph. You are getting sloppy, boy.] Alden sighed. Kurenai, his sentient katana, was awake again. "Good morning to you too, old man." [Your footwork was lacking during yesterday''s spar. If you keep relying on brute force, you will never unlock the second form of my art.] "I know, I know." Alden rolled his eyes. "I was busy not dying, okay?" Before Kurenai could retort, another voice interrupted. [You should listen to the sword, human. At least it has wisdom, unlike you.]Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. Alden groaned as Shiranui, the Celestial Nine-Tails, chimed in. "Oh great, now both of you are ganging up on me. This is exactly what I needed in life¡ªa snarky fox and a nagging sword." [I am not nagging, I am guiding,] Kurenai huffed. [And I am simply pointing out your inadequacies,] Shiranui added smugly. Alden rubbed his temples. "I should''ve tamed a mute beast and picked a normal sword..." [Too late for regrets now, fool.] Both voices said in unison. --- Shoving aside his existential regret, Alden stepped onto the training platform, selecting a combat simulation on the VR interface. He programmed an opponent¡ªa Rank D- swordsman AI. "Alright, time to test my new stats." The simulation started. A warrior materialized before him, clad in light armor and wielding a steel longsword. The moment the match began, his opponent lunged forward. Alden sidestepped, flicking his wrist. His dagger glided in a controlled arc, aiming for the AI''s ribs. The opponent blocked smoothly, pushing him back. "Tch." His agility was higher, but the AI''s technique was more refined. [You hesitate too much,] Kurenai observed. [Your dagger art is incomplete. Adjust your footwork.] Alden refocused. He adjusted his stance, flowing into the movements of the Shadow Fang Dagger Art. The battle intensified. The AI pressed forward with relentless slashes, but Alden weaved between them, countering with quick thrusts and feints. --- Alden''s eyes gleamed as his Eclipse vision subtly activated, tracking every movement. The AI lifted its sword for an overhead slash¡ª Alden ducked, pivoted, and struck its exposed side. [Proficiency increased: Shadow Fang Dagger Art ¨C 8%] [Excellent,] Kurenai praised. Shiranui yawned. [About time you did something right.] "Remind me again why I put up with you two?" --- After an hour of relentless combat, Alden collapsed onto the training hall bench, chugging a mana recovery potion. His arms burned from exertion, but his progress was noticeable. [Your speed has improved,] Kurenai admitted. [Barely,] Shiranui corrected. Alden smirked. "You two should start a comedy show." [Only if you are the joke,] Shiranui quipped. Alden sighed. This was going to be a long day. A changed man (Seraphina''s POV) The Beast Taming class was one of the few subjects Seraphina truly cared about. The ability to form bonds with magical creatures fascinated her¡ªunderstanding them, communicating with them, growing stronger together. Her silver hair flowed behind her as she walked into the training grounds, where the students gathered in a semi-circle around the instructor. Beasts of various sizes were present, restrained by magic formations. As she scanned the group, her golden eyes narrowed slightly when she spotted Alden Blackwood. Or rather, the Alden Blackwood she once knew was . --- The Alden She Knew Before, he had been... pathetic. Clingy, desperate, always trying to earn her attention. She had never outright hated him, but she had certainly looked down on him. Born into nobility yet disowned and discarded, he had tried to gain favor wherever he could. He had approached her constantly, offering compliments, trying to impress her with small feats. She had dismissed him every time. Now, however... he was different. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. --- The first time she had truly noticed the change was during the Virtual Combat Test. She had expected him to flounder, to beg for mercy, to be crushed immediately. Instead, he had held his own against Alicia. Not just that¡ªhe had outmaneuvered her, buying time, even daring to grin in the face of defeat. And then there was his beast. The Nine-Tailed Fox. Her breath had caught in her throat the moment she had seen it. The legendary celestial fox, so rare that it was thought impossible to obtain . She had thought it was luck. But the way Alden carried himself, the confidence in his steps, the calculating sharpness in his eyes¡ªit made her wonder. This wasn''t luck. This was intentional. And it unsettled her. She stood near Alicia, watching the instructor¡ªa tall beastmaster with a scarred face and sharp blue eyes¡ªbegin his lecture. "Today, we''ll begin your first attempts at forming contracts with magical beasts." A few students fidgeted in excitement. Others gulped, looking at the more feral creatures in the cages. Seraphina didn''t react. She had already formed a contract with her beast long ago¡ªa majestic Ice Griffin that had served her family for generations. Her gaze drifted back to Alden. He stood calmly, arms crossed, his black hair neatly tied back. His sunglasses, ever-present, added to his air of mystery. Then, his fox materialized beside him in a flash of white light. The other students whispered in awe. Alicia, standing beside her, clicked her tongue. --- "He''s changed," Seraphina muttered. Alicia folded her arms. "Obviously. You saw it yourself." Seraphina hesitated. "Do you think it''s real?" Alicia''s golden eyes glanced at her sharply. "What do you mean?" "I mean¡­ his past and present don''t match. It''s like he''s an entirely different person." Alicia''s lips pressed into a thin line. "I''ve been thinking the same thing." Seraphina nodded. "Could he be possessed?" Alicia''s fingers tightened on her sleeve. Demons were known to take over weak-willed humans. But was that the case here? "He doesn''t act like someone possessed," Alicia finally said. "He''s too¡­ controlled. If a demon had taken him, we''d see cracks." Seraphina frowned. She had seen possessed people before¡ªtheir erratic behavior, the moments where their control slipped. Alden was different. Calm. Unfazed. As if he had seen everything before. As the lesson continued, Seraphina barely focused on the instructor''s words. She was too busy watching Alden. The way he observed the beasts, the way he analyzed his surroundings, the way he spoke to his fox as if they shared an unspoken understanding. Was it really possible for someone to change this much in such a short time? She didn''t have an answer. But she intended to find out. Fox named shiranui (Alden''s POV) Alden sat on the grassy field of the Beast Taming grounds, arms resting behind him as he watched the other students struggle to form contracts with their beasts. He exhaled slowly. One week had passed since his entrance into the academy, and everything was progressing smoothly. Well, mostly. ''Why are you just sitting there, partner? Are we not supposed to be training?'' A voice echoed in his mind. Alden smirked. Shiranui. The legendary white Nine-Tailed Fox, sitting beside him with her tails curled around her body. If anyone else saw her true form, they''d lose their minds¡ªa celestial fox of pure white fur, her eyes glimmering like molten silver. But for now, she remained in her smaller, less intimidating form, appearing as a small fox curled up beside him. "Relax," Alden murmured, adjusting his sunglasses. "I don''t need to tame you. You already belong to me." Shiranui huffed. ''Belong to you? Tch. Arrogant human.''This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. --- Conversations with a Fox and a Sword Kurenai, his katana, joined in. ''She has a point. Shouldn''t you be putting on a show? You know, for appearances?'' Alden rolled his eyes. "Look, I already have an overpowered fox and a talking sword. If I keep showing off, people are going to start asking questions." Shiranui flicked her tails. ''Oh? You''re afraid of a little attention?'' "I''m afraid of getting stabbed in my sleep." Kurenai laughed. ''Fair point.'' Shiranui narrowed her eyes. ''So what''s next, then? You just sit here and do nothing?'' Alden smirked. "Not nothing." He watched his classmates, taking mental notes. --- Observing the Competition Seraphina was first. Her Ice Griffin towered over the students, flapping its wings and letting out a cry that made lesser beasts tremble. The contract between them was already strong¡ªit was clear she had tamed it long before joining the academy. Alden smirked. Figures. The noble princess wouldn''t settle for anything less. Alicia was next. The Crimson Lion beside her growled lowly, its mane burning with golden flames. Alden watched closely. In the game''s original story, Alicia''s beast would eventually evolve into a full-fledged Flame Lion King. One of the strongest creatures in the academy. Then there was Leon, the game''s protagonist. Unlike the others, he struggled. His beast¡ªa Thunder Fang Wolf¡ªrefused to listen to him at first, growling and resisting his commands. But instead of panicking, Leon gritted his teeth and fought through it. Alden nodded to himself. The protagonist''s stubbornness at work. --- Avoiding Suspicion "Alden Blackwood." The instructor''s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The other students turned their heads toward him. Alden let out a fake yawn, stretching his arms. "What?" The instructor frowned. "I don''t see you attempting to tame a beast." Alden gestured toward Shiranui, who lazily swished her tails. "I already have one." The instructor squinted. "That fox is already contracted?" "Obviously." Murmurs spread through the students. "He already tamed a beast?" "It''s so small¡­ but it feels strong." Seraphina''s eyes narrowed. Alicia tilted her head, watching him with quiet suspicion. Alden suppressed a sigh. Great. More attention. --- After that alden spent most of his time training. The art of magic and telekinesis (Alden''s POV) The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of Arcadia Academy''s Grand Lecture Hall, where the Magic Theory and Spellcasting class was held. Unlike combat training grounds, this place was meant for scholarly discussions and controlled spellcasting, with massive runes carved into the walls to absorb stray magic. Alden adjusted his sunglasses and took a seat near the back. Magic Class, huh? Despite everything, he was looking forward to this. As more students arrived, the inevitable whispers started. "Why is Alden Blackwood even here? He doesn''t have an affinity." "Maybe he''s hoping for a miracle?" "He probably won''t even cast a single spell." Alden, as always, ignored them. People without an innate affinity for magic were often seen as inferior, especially among nobles. But he wasn''t here to throw fireballs or summon lightning. He was here for one thing. The doors swung open, and silence fell over the hall. An elderly man with silver hair, golden robes, and piercing violet eyes strode inside, his very presence commanding respect. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Professor Magnus Everhart. A Legendary Mage. S-Rank. Alden had read about him in the game''s lore. This man had once wiped out an entire battlefield with a single spell. Professor Magnus scanned the room, pausing briefly on Alden before addressing the class. "Magic is the foundation of civilization." His voice echoed effortlessly, drawing everyone''s focus. "In this academy, magic is categorized by affinities¡ªFire, Water, Earth, Air, Lightning, Ice, Darkness, Light, and more. Some of you have inherited powerful lineages. Others have awakened multiple affinities." His gaze flickered to Leon, the protagonist of the game, who possessed three affinities. "But there are some¡­" he continued, looking directly at Alden, "who have no affinity at all." A tense silence followed. Alden simply smirked. Professor Magnus clapped his hands, and suddenly, floating spellbooks appeared before each student. "These books contain foundational spells for your affinity," he explained. "Fire Mages will learn Pyrobolt. Water Mages will begin with Aqua Sphere. Ice Mages will start with Frostbind¡­" Alden flipped open his spellbook. The pages were blank. Another round of murmurs. "Even the book knows he''s useless." "Why is he even trying?" "Can''t he just go train with the knights instead?" Alden ignored them and raised his hand. "I''m not here to learn elemental magic. I''m here to learn Telekinesis." The room fell into dead silence. Even the professor looked mildly intrigued. Professor Magnus studied Alden for a moment before responding. "An unusual choice." A student scoffed. "Telekinesis? That''s barely even real magic." Alden smirked. Oh, how little they knew. "Telekinesis is one of the most difficult magical disciplines," the professor continued. "It does not rely on elemental mana but on willpower and precise mana control. Many fail to master it because they lack the necessary discipline." The room went silent again. Alden rested his chin on his hand. He already knew all of this. And he knew why he could master it. His mental strength was leagues above the average student''s. His training with mana control and precision had already given him an advantage. If anyone could learn Telekinesis quickly, it was him. Professor Magnus waved his hand, and small metal spheres appeared before each student. "The goal is simple," he said. "Lift the sphere using only your mind." Students with elemental affinities struggled. Telekinesis required more than just power¡ªit demanded control. Even Leon, the game''s protagonist, was having difficulty. But Alden? He exhaled. Focused his mana. And the metal sphere trembled. At first, it barely budged, shifting slightly. But then he adjusted his breathing, his focus, his flow of mana. Slowly, the sphere rose into the air. For the first time since class started, no one said a word. Even Professor Magnus looked mildly impressed. Alden grinned. "What? Did you think I was just sitting around doing nothing?" Kurenai chuckled in his mind. ''You do love proving people wrong, don''t you?'' Shiranui sighed. ''This is just the beginning, isn''t it?'' Alden simply smirked as the metal sphere hovered steadily in the air. This was only the start. Pushing past the limits of telekinesis (Alden''s POV) The stunned silence in the Magic Theory and Spellcasting class was something Alden could get used to. He flicked his fingers slightly, watching the small metal sphere float in front of him, steady and controlled. Professor Magnus, ever the stoic figure, finally spoke. "Interesting." His violet eyes gleamed. "It seems your mana control is¡­ unexpectedly refined for someone with no affinity." Alden shrugged. "I practice." He wasn''t lying. Mana Manipulation (bigenner) and his constant training had given him far more control than most students. Combine that with his mental strength, bolstered by the Eclipse vision, and telekinesis was practically made for him. However, the class wasn''t over. And Alden wasn''t done proving himself. Professor Magnus waved his hand, and suddenly, heavier objects appeared on the tables. "A single sphere is easy enough," he said. "But telekinesis is not about simply lifting objects¡ªit is about maintaining control." Alden''s eyebrow twitched as three more spheres appeared in front of him. Ah, here we go. The other students, still struggling with their own tasks, glanced at Alden from time to time. Some looked impressed. Others irritated. Leon, the protagonist of the game, was making decent progress, but his lack of experience in pure mana control meant he was struggling more than Alden. Alicia von Rosenheim, on the other hand, had completely ignored Alden and was already trying to lift two spheres at once with sheer determination. Seraphina Frostvale had stopped casting altogether and was observing Alden carefully. Alden took a deep breath. Time to level up. He focused, stretching his mana control and mental willpower. One sphere floated. Then two. The third trembled before rising. Alden gritted his teeth. Even with his high intelligence stat and mental fortitude, controlling three separate objects wasn''t easy. His mind had to keep track of all three movements at once, maintaining equal pressure on all sides so they didn''t wobble.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Damn. This is harder than I thought. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Then¡ª The third sphere dropped. Shit. Kurenai''s voice chuckled in his mind. "Struggling already? I thought you were supposed to be a genius." Alden groaned internally. "Shut up." Shiranui''s voice was more thoughtful. "Your mana flow is off. You''re treating them as separate objects. Think of them as extensions of yourself." Alden exhaled. It made sense. Instead of dividing his attention between three objects, he had to integrate them into one movement. He adjusted his mana control. The third sphere rose again. Professor Magnus raised an eyebrow. "Hoh." Alden smirked. Just as Alden got comfortable, Professor Magnus, clearly enjoying this, added another test. "Now¡ªrotate them." Alden''s face twitched. Damn old man. The spheres had been floating in place, but now he had to spin them in different directions while keeping them stable. It was like juggling, except with pure willpower and mana control. The difficulty skyrocketed. The first one rotated smoothly. The second was a little jerky. The third? Crash. It dropped. Again. The class snickered. Alden ignored them. Instead of forcing the spheres to spin separately, Alden changed his approach. He imagined an invisible string connecting them. A unified flow. His mana pulsed. The spheres began to rotate in perfect synchronization. The murmurs in the class died down. Seraphina''s silver eyes narrowed slightly. Alicia stopped what she was doing to glance at him. Even Leon had turned his head slightly. Good. Professor Magnus finally gave a small nod. "It seems you understand the fundamentals. Very well." Alden lowered the spheres. He was breathing heavily but victorious. Just as Alden was ready to relax, Professor Magnus turned to the class. "For the final test¡ªtwo students will compete in a telekinetic duel." Alden''s instincts screamed. Oh no. A single name left the professor''s lips. "Alden Blackwood." The room fell silent. Then¡ª "Seraphina Frostvale." Alden blinked. ¡­What? Seraphina? The Ice Princess? He turned to look at her, and sure enough, she was already standing, her cold silver eyes staring him down. Seraphina stepped forward, adjusting the sleeves of her academy uniform. "I accept." Alden sighed. Of course. The class whispered excitedly. "Seraphina? Against Alden?" "She''s going to crush him." "Didn''t Alden used to follow her around? This is going to be embarrassing." Alden ignored them all. Professor Magnus raised his hand. "The rules are simple¡ªuse telekinesis to push the opponent''s sphere off the platform. First one to do so wins." Alden glanced at Seraphina. She was already smirking. "Oh, you''re enjoying this," Alden muttered. She shrugged. "I just want to see how much you''ve really changed." -- The spheres were placed on a floating platform between them. Alden focused. The match began. Seraphina''s sphere shot forward immediately, her control sharp and precise. Damn, she''s fast. Alden reacted quickly, sending his own sphere forward to intercept. The two clashed mid-air, the force of their mana colliding in a visible shockwave. For a few seconds, neither side gained an advantage. Alden''s mana surged. He tried to force her sphere backward. But Seraphina pushed back just as hard. Their spheres locked in a struggle, hovering in place. Alden clicked his tongue. She''s got more control than I expected. Instead of brute force, Alden tried something different. He subtly redirected his sphere, shifting the angle to slide around hers instead of pushing directly. Seraphina''s eyes widened slightly¡ªshe noticed, but it was too late. Alden''s sphere looped around and struck hers from the side. Her sphere wobbled. Then¡ª It was knocked off the platform. Silence. Then¡ª "Winner, Alden Blackwood." The class erupted. Seraphina simply crossed her arms, eyeing him with mild interest. "Hmph. Not bad." Alden grinned. "I''ll take that as a compliment." Professor Magnus nodded. "Well played. That will be all for today." Alden finally relaxed. Damn. That was close. As Alden left the class, the stares and murmurs followed him. "Did Alden just beat Seraphina?" "Was that luck?" "No, his technique was solid¡­" He sighed. It seemed that no matter how much he wanted to stay low-key, things kept happening. Alicia walked past him, sparing him a brief glance before looking away. Leon didn''t say anything but nodded slightly. Seraphina, however, walked beside him and muttered, "We''re not done." Alden smirked. "Looking forward to it." As he stepped outside, Kurenai chuckled in his mind. "For someone who wants to avoid attention, you sure attract a lot of it." Shiranui sighed. "He''s hopeless." Alden rolled his eyes. But deep inside? He was grinning. Path of aura ¨C (Alden''s POV) The Aura Control class was scheduled in one of the academy''s specialized training halls¡ªa vast chamber reinforced with mana-absorbing stones to contain even the most explosive outbursts. Unlike the spellcasting class, which had a large variety of students, the Aura Control class had a smaller, more focused group. Alden entered, adjusting his sunglasses as he observed the students. Among them were Alicia von Rosenheim, her red hair catching the light as she stood with an air of nobility, and Leon Ascar, the protagonist of the game, whose natural combat talent made this class an obvious choice for him. But what caught Alden''s attention was the diversity of races. A towering demihuman wolfkin with piercing golden eyes stood at the back, arms crossed. A high elf with sharp features looked unimpressed, and a dwarven student¡ªa rare sight at the academy¡ªwas cracking his knuckles. Aura was the foundation of warriors, regardless of race. It wasn''t bound by mana like magic; it was the manifestation of one''s spirit, willpower, and battle instinct. Alden smirked. This class will be interesting. Without warning, a sudden, overwhelming wave of pressure crashed over the room. Alden''s muscles tensed, and several students staggered, some gasping for breath. The source? A towering man with graying hair, a jagged scar over his left eye, and an aura that exuded raw dominance. His presence alone commanded absolute authority. Instructor Reinhardt. A former S-Rank Knight, he was infamous for breaking students with sheer aura alone. His gaze swept over the class, pausing briefly on Alden before moving on. "Welcome to Aura Control class," Reinhardt said, his voice deep and authoritative. "If you came here expecting a simple lecture, you''re in the wrong place." Then, his aura flared. Alden felt the air thicken as an invisible force pressed down on him. Some students buckled under the weight immediately.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. Alden gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stand firm. I''ve been through worse. Reinhardt smirked. "Not bad. Some of you have a backbone." He crossed his arms. "Let''s begin." --- Understanding Aura "Aura is not magic," Reinhardt began. "It is the manifestation of one''s willpower, life force, and combat instinct." Unlike mana, which was drawn from nature, aura came from within. "Knights, assassins, warriors, and even some mages rely on aura to strengthen themselves in battle," he continued. "It enhances speed, strength, perception, and endurance. The stronger the will, the stronger the aura." Alden already knew this. Aura was the backbone of physical combat. However, unlike mana, which was flexible and adaptable, aura required strict discipline and mental fortitude. Reinhardt turned toward the wolfkin student. "You," he said. "Show me your aura." The demihuman nodded, inhaling deeply. A faint golden glow surrounded his body¡ªa sign of natural aura activation. Reinhardt nodded. "Good." Then, his gaze locked onto Alden. "You. Alden Blackwood." Alden sighed internally. Of course. "You were placed in S-Class," Reinhardt said. "Prove you deserve to be here." A few students murmured. "He barely passed the entrance exam." "He''s just going to embarrass himself." Alden ignored them. Aura is about willpower. If that''s the case¡­ He closed his eyes, focusing inward. Instead of drawing mana outward, he focused on his own energy, channeling it through his body. His heartbeat steadied. His mind cleared. Then¡ª A faint, reddish glow flickered around his arms. It was weak, but it was there. The murmurs stopped. Reinhardt raised an eyebrow. "Hoh¡­ interesting." Alden could feel it¡ªhis body was slightly stronger, slightly faster. His senses sharpened. But¡ª The aura flickered and vanished within seconds. Reinhardt chuckled. "You have potential, but your control is sloppy." Alden exhaled. He expected this. "You lack endurance in sustaining aura," Reinhardt continued. "That will change soon." Then, he clapped his hands. "Outside. It''s time for real training." The students were taken to an outdoor training field, a vast arena surrounded by reinforced barriers. "This is where we separate the weak from the strong," Reinhardt announced. Alden already knew what was coming. The Aura Suppression Test. "I will activate an aura suppression field¡ªyour job is to withstand it as long as possible." Alicia frowned. "Sounds like torture." Reinhardt grinned. "It is." Then, he unleashed his aura. A sudden wave of crushing force flooded the field. The weaker students collapsed instantly. Alden''s knees trembled slightly as the pressure bore down on him. This wasn''t just suppression¡ªit was an S-Rank aura field. Leon stood firm, his protagonist instincts carrying him through. Alicia gritted her teeth but endured. Alden? He was struggling but holding on. --- Alden took a deep breath. He needed to adapt. Instead of resisting the aura, he tried to flow with it. At that moment¡ª Kurenai spoke. "This is pitiful. You call this resistance?" Alden mentally groaned. "Not now." Shiranui added, "You''re relying too much on control. Let go." Alden''s eyes widened. Let go? Aura wasn''t just about endurance. It was about domination. Instead of trying to restrain it¡ª Alden released his energy. A faint red glow surrounded him again, flickering¡ª Then stabilizing. Reinhardt''s smirk grew. "Interesting." Alden was still struggling, but he had adapted. The suppression lasted five minutes before Reinhardt deactivated it. Most students collapsed. Reinhardt nodded in approval. "Aura is not just about control¡ªit is about will." He looked at Alden. "You learned that faster than expected." Alden wiped sweat from his forehead. "Yeah, thanks for the near-death experience." Some students chuckled. Reinhardt ignored him. "Class dismissed." As students walked away, Alicia glanced at Alden. "You continue to surprise me." Alden smirked. "You''ll get used to it." Leon simply nodded. "That was impressive." Alden stretched, rolling his shoulders. Kurenai sighed in his mind. "You survived, but you''re still weak." Shiranui chuckled. "He''s improving, though." Alden smirked. This was just the beginning. (Main cast awakened aura before academy and have near intermediate level of mastery. The training is for improving and awakening aura) Mastry through repeation (Alden''s POV) After the grueling Aura Control class, Alden had come to a realization¡ªprogress wasn''t about flashy breakthroughs, but daily refinement. This applied to Telekinesis as well. If he wanted to truly master it, he needed to train constantly¡ªnot just in battle but in everyday life. Alden''s day began early, as usual. Before heading out for his morning run, he sat cross-legged in his dorm room. His hands remained still, but his mind was active. On the desk before him, a small metal coin floated, wobbling slightly. Telekinesis wasn''t just about lifting objects. It required: Precision ¨C Controlling movements down to the smallest detail. Endurance ¨C Maintaining control for extended periods. Multitasking ¨C Manipulating multiple things at once. Alden focused, channeling mana and willpower into the coin. It stopped shaking. He exhaled and tried spinning it in midair. At first, the motion was clumsy, erratic. Then, after several minutes, the coin began rotating smoothly. "Not bad," Kurenai muttered in his mind. "But you''re still leagues away from battle application." Shiranui chimed in, "At least he''s practicing." Alden smirked. "You two sure love commenting on everything I do." Ignoring their remarks, he increased the difficulty. Now, he added a second coin.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Holding two objects at once required twice the focus. His mind strained, but he kept both suspended, rotating them in opposite directions. Sweat dripped from his brow. After ten minutes, he let them fall. --- Instead of lifting weights manually, Alden used telekinesis to move them midair, controlling them as he did push-ups. Instead of pouring tea with his hands, he hovered the cup and tilted the kettle precisely. Walking down the hall, he casually floated a book beside him, flipping pages without touching it. This drew attention. Students whispered, some impressed, others skeptical. "Isn''t he the guy with no affinity?" "Then how is he using magic so smoothly?" "Wait¡­ isn''t that telekinesis? Isn''t that super hard to control?" Later that evening, Alden sat in the cafeteria, eating dinner alone. This was the perfect chance to push his limits. Without lifting his hands, he used telekinesis to: Lift his fork. Scoop up food. Move his drink to his lips. Every movement had to be precise¡ªone mistake and he''d embarrass himself. But he did it flawlessly. Some students watched, confused yet fascinated. Even Alicia, sitting a few tables away, raised an eyebrow. Leon glanced at him. "Show-off." Alden simply continued eating. "You''re ridiculous," Kurenai sighed. "At least he''s improving," Shiranui chuckled. (Alden''s POV) After week of practice, Alden''s Telekinesis had improved significantly. He could now: Lift multiple objects simultaneously. Control movements smoothly without sudden jerks. Maintain focus for extended periods without straining. But there was still one major limitation¡ªreal-world application in combat. Lifting a coin was one thing. Controlling weapons mid-battle was another. Alden stood at the training ground, alone before sunrise. In front of him, five small daggers were lined up. "If I can control these in battle, I''ll have a serious advantage." His goal was simple¡ªlift all five at once and attack a moving target. Taking a deep breath, he activated Telekinesis. The first dagger floated easily. The second and third followed with some effort. By the fourth, his mind strained. "Tch¡­ still not enough." To push himself further, he launched the daggers at a nearby training dummy. The first two hit on target. The rest? Missed completely. "Precision is still lacking." Kurenai hummed. "You should start small¡ªuse only one in combat before jumping to five." "He needs more practice," Shiranui added. Alden sighed. "Yeah, yeah. I got it." Later in the day, while sitting in class, Alden decided to test his control in a new way. He casually hovered a pencil from a student''s desk two rows ahead. No one noticed. He then made it float in front of their face before placing it back. The student blinked in confusion. "What the¡­?" Leon, sitting nearby, narrowed his eyes at Alden. "I know that was you." Alden simply smirked. "No proof." Alicia, who had been reading, chuckled softly. "Childish." But even she seemed mildly impressed. That evening, Alden challenged a random student to a friendly duel. "I won''t use my sword¡­ just Telekinesis." His opponent, a D-rank swordsman, smirked. "No weapon? You sure about that?" Alden simply raised his hand. As the duel began, Alden used Telekinesis to control a dagger, making it hover before him. His opponent rushed forward. With a flick of his mind, Alden sent the dagger flying at his opponent''s leg. The swordsman dodged¡ªbut barely. "Still too slow¡­" The opponent closed in, swinging his sword. Alden yanked the dagger back, intercepting the blade just in time. The duel lasted three minutes before Alden had to concede¡ªhis control wasn''t refined enough yet. --- That night, Alden sat in his dorm, deep in thought. He had made tremendous progress, but it wasn''t enough. To truly integrate Telekinesis into combat, he needed: 1. Faster control over moving objects. 2. Stronger mental endurance. 3. More experience using it under pressure. "Guess I''ll start lifting heavier things tomorrow." Kurenai sighed. "You''re ridiculous." Shiranui yawned. "At least you''re determined." Alden smirked, staring at the ceiling. "One step at a time." An unexpected invitation The days passed in a monotonous routine¡ªmorning training, classes, beast taming, weapon arts, mana theory, aura control, and telekinesis practice. Alden had settled into a rhythm, constantly improving himself while keeping a low profile. Today, however, was different. As he sat in the classroom, going over the details of his training plan in his mind, the door opened, and a young man with dark brown hair and striking emerald-green eyes walked in, exuding an air of natural confidence. Leonhardt Valerian¡ªthe protagonist of the game. He was on the verge of reaching C-Rank, already surpassing most of their classmates despite the early stage of the academy. Leonhardt scanned the room before his eyes landed on Alden. "Blackwood." Alden raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" Leonhardt grinned. "We''re heading to the caf¨¦ near the academy. Why don''t you come with us?" Alden blinked. Huh? He glanced past Leonhardt, where the rest of the main cast stood, watching him curiously. Standing beside Leonhardt was Alicia von Rosenheim, her fiery red hair and golden eyes as striking as ever. She crossed her arms, looking at Alden with her usual sharp gaze. "I didn''t take you for the social type, Blackwood," she remarked. Alden smirked. "I''m not. That''s why I''m confused." Next to Alicia was Seraphina Everfrost, the girl who once held the original Alden under her influence. Silver-haired, ice-blue eyes, and an aura as cold as ever. She didn''t say anything, simply watching with mild interest. A beastkin with wild silver hair and amber eyes grinned, revealing sharp canines. Luca Ashenpaw, the rowdy warrior of their group. "C''mon, man, don''t be a loner. It''s just a caf¨¦, not a battlefield." Beside him, an elven girl with dark green hair and glowing emerald eyes nodded. Sylvara Nightwhisper, a prodigy in nature magic. She smiled faintly. "You could use a break, Blackwood." Another girl with long blonde hair and soft blue eyes, exuding a gentle aura, walked up with a kind expression. Elena Brightwind, a Saintess Candidate of the Holy Church. "It''s just a casual outing. No harm in joining us, right?" Finally, Reynard Faulkner, with messy black hair and golden fox-like eyes, leaned against the doorway with a lazy smirk.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! "Unless you''re scared of making friends?" Alden sighed. What''s with these people? Kurenai chuckled in his mind. "Just go with them. Maybe they''ll entertain you." Shiranui yawned. "Or bore you to death." Alden scratched the back of his head. "Fine. But if it''s boring, I''m leaving." Leonhardt grinned. "Deal." --- The Academy Caf¨¦ The caf¨¦ was a popular spot, bustling with students enjoying their break. Alden followed the group inside, ignoring the murmurs from other students who were surprised to see him with the academy''s strongest first-years. They found a table big enough for all of them, and soon, drinks and snacks were placed in front of them. Alden leaned back in his chair, observing the group. Why was he here? He wasn''t part of the main cast. He wasn''t the protagonist''s best friend. Hell, in the original game, he barely had two minutes of screen time before getting humiliated. And yet, here he was. Leonhardt took a sip of his coffee and looked at Alden. "So, Blackwood¡­ what''s your deal?" Alden raised an eyebrow. "My deal?" Leonhardt smirked. "Yeah. You got into S-Class despite being E-Rank. Everyone''s talking about it." Alden shrugged. "Luck." Alicia scoffed. "There''s no way the academy would put someone in S-Class based on luck." Seraphina, who had been silent, spoke up. "You''ve changed, Blackwood." Alden turned his gaze toward her. "You say that like it''s a bad thing." Seraphina held his stare. "No. Just surprising." Luca laughed. "You must''ve had some insane training. If you ever wanna spar, let me know." Alden smirked. "I''ll pass for now." The group fell silent for a moment before Sylvara chuckled. "He''s not wrong." Leonhardt grinned. "Alright, I''ll stop with the questions. Just wanted to see if you were worth inviting again." Alden rolled his eyes. "Don''t push your luck." The conversation shifted to other topics¡ªacademy events, training methods, upcoming exams. Alden mostly listened, occasionally throwing in a sarcastic remark. By the time they left the caf¨¦, he realized something. He didn''t hate their company. Alden walked back to the academy with the group, hands in his pockets, Kurenai and Shiranui murmuring in the back of his mind. "So, you''ve been adopted by the main cast now?" Kurenai teased. "Tch, humans are strange. First, they reject you, and now they want to be friends," Shiranui huffed. "That''s just how things work. People are drawn to strength and mystery." Alden ignored them, keeping his focus on his surroundings. As they neared the academy entrance, whispers spread among the students. "Isn''t that Alden Blackwood? The disowned noble?" "Why is he with Leonhardt and the others?" "I heard he got into S-Class by some mistake. Maybe they''re just messing with him?" Alden didn''t react. He had expected this. His sudden rise in status was bound to attract attention¡ªboth good and bad. Leonhardt didn''t seem to care about the rumors. He turned to Alden and grinned. "See? That wasn''t so bad, right?" Alden shrugged. "I''ve had worse." Alicia crossed her arms. "You''re not as insufferable as I thought, Blackwood." Alden smirked. "I''ll take that as a compliment." Seraphina gave him a glance but didn''t say anything. She seemed to be deep in thought. Luca clapped him on the back. "Next time, we should spar. No running away." Alden sighed. "We''ll see." As they reached the academy dorms, the group split up, each heading to their own rooms. Alden closed the door behind him, letting out a long breath. "Making friends now, huh?" Kurenai chuckled. "Not friends," Alden muttered. "Just¡­ keeping my options open." "Hmph, whatever you say," Shiranui yawned, curling up inside his mindscape. Alden sat on his bed, pulling up his status window. --- [Status Window] Name: Alden Blackwood Race: Human Rank: E Mana Capacity: E+ Affinities: None Physique: Enhanced (Due to Purification) Basic Stats: Strength: E+ Agility: E+ Intelligence: C Mana: E+ Stamina: E --- Skills: Eclipse vision Illusions & Mind Control ¨C Can trap enemies in illusions or briefly control weak minds. Enhanced Perception ¨C Slows down movements and improves reaction speed. Mana Manipulation (bigenner) ¨C Allows precise control over mana circulation. Stealth (Basic) ¨C Reduces presence and sound of movement. Telekinesis (Beginner) ¨C Allows movement of objects using mana and willpower. Aura (Beginner)- strengthen the strength, agility,and reaction time Voidstep (Trait) Ability: Allows the user to phase through objects and enter a personal pocket dimension. They can teleport by stepping through space itself. --- Weapon Arts: Five Forms of the Crimson Moon (5-Star) [1/5 Unlocked] First Form: Lunar Severance ¨C A devastating single slash that cuts through mana defenses. Shadow Fang Dagger Art (3-Star) [10% Proficiency] Phantom Edge Sword (2-Star) [40% Proficiency] Swift Blade Style (2-Star) [45% Proficiency] Shadow Step Footwork (2-Star) [50% Proficiency] --- "Still not enough," Alden muttered. Even though his progress was fast, he knew he wasn''t strong enough yet. The world was full of monsters¡ªboth literal and figurative. If he wanted to survive, he needed to push himself harder. A month of growth Time moved swiftly. A full month had passed since Alden Blackwood had stepped into Astoria Academy. His life had settled into a structured routine¡ªmorning training, classes, practicing weapon arts, and refining his aura and mana control before bed. He had improved. But was it enough? --- Alden''s Progress ¨C Breaking Past E Rank Standing in his dorm room, Alden pulled up his status window and examined his progress. --- [Status Window] Name: Alden Blackwood Race: Human Rank: E+ (Previously E) Mana Capacity: D- (Previously E+) Affinities: None Physique: Enhanced (Due to Purification) Basic Stats: Strength: E+ Agility: E+The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Intelligence: C Mana: D- (Previously E+) Stamina: E+ --- Skill Growth & Combat Insights 1. Aura Control ¨C Five-Minute Limit Alden could now coat his entire body in aura for five minutes before exhaustion hit. Before: Only managed to reinforce small areas like his fists or legs. Now: He could enhance his legs, arms, and core simultaneously for a short burst of power. 2. Dagger Control ¨C The Struggle While he had improved in manipulating daggers with Telekinesis, it was still not true mastery. He could throw a dagger precisely with his mind. But since he couldn''t physically touch and reinforce it with aura, it was nothing more than a projectile attack. "Throwing daggers with Telekinesis is fine, but it''s not true combat," Alden thought. "I need to figure out how to reinforce them without direct contact." Inside the academy''s advanced training hall, Alden stood before a row of floating daggers. He extended his hand. A single dagger lifted into the air, wrapped in his mana. With a flick of his mind, he sent it flying toward a training dummy. THUD! It stabbed right between the dummy''s eyes. A perfect hit. But Alden frowned. "It''s just a thrown weapon. I still can''t call this mastery." Even if he could control multiple daggers at once, make them spin, or recall them, he still lacked true connection with his weapons. He clenched his fists. "A weapon in my hand is an extension of my body. A weapon controlled by Telekinesis¡­ is just a tool." Taking a deep breath, Alden activated Aura Reinforcement. A faint golden glow enveloped his body as his strength, speed, and reflexes heightened. He bent his knees slightly¡ªthen vanished from his spot. BOOM! A split second later, he reappeared on the other side of the training ground. "Not bad," he thought with a smirk. But his limit was five minutes. Once the time was up, his aura would fade, and he''d feel the weight of exhaustion. If he pushed beyond the limit, his body would lock up, unable to move "You''re improving, but you''re still too slow," Kurenai''s voice echoed in his mind. "I know," Alden muttered. Shiranui yawned lazily. "Why not just fight stronger people? You''ll improve faster if you get beaten up a little." "I''d rather not get killed in the process." "Fair point," the fox admitted. Alden knew his next challenges: Extend his aura reinforcement beyond five minutes. Figure out how to coat his daggers in aura without direct contact. His path was clear. And he had no intention of stopping now. --- If world progressed same as game alden know that leon will reach C- rank in month and so other members of main cast before end of first semester. While he didn''t even breakthrough D- rank. He needs strength fast because event of game are approaching and if he is not strong enough he won''t survive. The unexpected ranking duel --- The sun cast a golden hue over Academy, illuminating the grand lecture hall where S-Class students had gathered for their morning session. At the front of the class stood Instructor Donovan Graves, a man known for his iron discipline and no-nonsense approach. His sharp gaze swept over the room as he crossed his arms, his voice echoing with authority. "Listen up. Starting next week, we will commence the Academy''s Monthly Ranking Duels." The murmurs in the classroom grew louder as students turned to one another, whispering about the challenges ahead. Alden, sitting in the third row, leaned back in his chair, listening carefully. Donovan continued, his voice cutting through the chatter. "This is how it works." Each student is allowed three challenges per month. A win results in gaining the class rank of the loser. A loss means being demoted to the loser''s class. A student can only be challenged three times per month. Refusing a challenge without a valid reason results in immediate demotion. He gave a pointed look. "This system is designed to ensure that rank and class are earned through skill and effort, not privilege." Alden tapped his fingers against the desk. "So, I could be challenged three times, and if I lose all three, I''d drop from S-Class to C-Class in a day? Brutal." From the side, Leonhardt Valerian chuckled. "Well, that makes things interesting. If someone wants to keep their spot, they have to be strong." --- The class erupted into conversation. Luca Ashenpaw, the beastkin with silver hair and amber eyes, grinned. "Finally, I get to fight officially." Elena Brightwind, the saintess candidate, sighed. "This sounds like unnecessary violence." Sylvara Nightwhisper, the elven prodigy, simply smirked, "We''ll see who belongs in S-Class soon enough." Alicia von Rosenheim remained silent, her golden eyes gleaming with determination. Meanwhile, Reynard Faulkner, the sly assassin, leaned back with a fox-like grin. "Three fights a month? That means you better be careful, Alden, or someone will take your spot." Alden shrugged. "Let them try." His calm confidence earned a few raised eyebrows, but no one challenged him on it. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. --- As class ended, Leonhardt approached Alden. "Hey, want to grab some coffee with us? We usually hang out at the Silver Bell Caf¨¦ after morning sessions." Alden raised an eyebrow. "You inviting me?" "Yeah," Leon said, flashing a confident grin. "You''re part of S-Class now. Besides, we need to know more about you." Alden hesitated for a moment before shrugging. "Fine. I''ll come." The Silver Bell Caf¨¦ was located near the academy, a high-class establishment frequented by noble students. Inside, the main cast took their seats at a private corner table. Leonhardt Valerian Alicia von Rosenheim Seraphina Everfrost Reynard Faulkner Luca Ashenpaw Sylvara Nightwhisper Elena Brightwind Alden, still wearing his black sunglasses, leaned back in his chair as the waitress took their orders. Reynard smirked, tapping his fingers on the table. "Alright, Alden, we''ve been meaning to ask¡ªwhy do you always wear those sunglasses?" The table fell silent as everyone turned their attention to him. Alden remained still for a moment before responding. "Because they look cool." Luca snorted. "Seriously?" Alicia raised an eyebrow. "That''s it?" Seraphina sighed, "I don''t believe that for a second." Reynard''s smirk grew wider. "Then let''s make it interesting. I''ll bet you 100 Academy Credits¡ªtake them off for five seconds." Alden, who had been sipping his coffee, paused mid-drink. "100 AC?" Academy Credits were valuable. They could be used for advanced training facilities, high-grade potions, or even rare resources. Leon smirked. "Make it 200 AC. Let''s see if there''s anything worth hiding." Alden tapped his finger against the table, considering. Finally, he shrugged. "Fine. 200 AC." The table tensed as Alden reached for his sunglasses. Slowly, he slid them off, revealing his pitch-black eyes. Everyone froze. Leon''s grin disappeared. Alicia''s golden eyes narrowed. Seraphina''s usually cold expression faltered. Even Reynard, the most composed of them, raised an eyebrow. "Your eyes¡­ they''re completely black," Elena murmured. Alden smirked. "See? Nothing special." He put his sunglasses back on. Reynard was the first to speak. "Well, that was unexpected. Fine, I''ll send the 200 AC to your account." Luca grumbled. "Damn. I thought it was going to be something insane." Alicia, however, didn''t look convinced. She stared at Alden for a few moments longer before looking away. Alden''s Thoughts The ranking duels were coming. And Alden had no intention of losing. He tapped his sunglasses, smirking. "Let''s see who dares to challenge me first." The morning sun had barely begun to rise over Astoria Academy, yet Alden was already out in the training fields, his breath steady as he ran with weighted bands strapped to his arms and legs. Despite his recent breakthrough to E+ Rank, he knew that his improvement wasn''t enough. "My physical stats have increased, but I still have a long way to go." Sweat dripped down his brow as he dodged imaginary strikes, practicing his movement. He could now coat his body in mana, but his control over it was still limited to five minutes max. "It''s better, but not enough to win against strong opponents." After finishing his morning exercises, he practiced dagger throwing using telekinesis. A single dagger floated in front of him. He willed it forward¡ª Thud! The dagger struck the center of the target. "At least I can control one dagger perfectly. But anything beyond that is unstable." With his training done, he returned to his dorm, took a quick shower, and changed into his academy uniform. Today, the ranking duels board would be posted. --- The Ranking Duel Board The academy''s main courtyard was bustling with students, all gathered around the massive Ranking Duel Board. Alden, now used to ignoring the curious stares, walked toward the board with the main cast. Leonhardt, standing beside him, grinned. "It''s finally time to see who''s aiming for our spots." Alden smirked. "They better be prepared." As he scanned the board, he noticed: Top-Ranked Students in S-Class were already being challenged. Many D-Rank students were targeting weaker S-Class members. Alden himself had already been challenged twice. Seraphina Everfrost glanced at his name and said, "Looks like some people want you out already." Alicia von Rosenheim crossed her arms. "They don''t realize how strong you actually are." Reynard chuckled. "So, Alden, who do you want to challenge?" Alden thought for a moment before smirking. "I''ll wait. Let''s see how the first fights go." --- The group headed to the cafeteria, grabbing seats at their usual table. Luca Ashenpaw, the beastkin, leaned back and grinned. "I already got three challenges. Guess I''ll have some fun." Sylvara Nightwhisper nodded. "The duel system will make sure the weak don''t stay in S-Class." Leon chuckled. "That''s why I''m looking forward to it." Alden sipped his coffee, listening. He wasn''t concerned about his challengers, but he was more interested in how the others would perform. "The ranking duels are the first step in separating the elite from the rest. I need to use this chance to observe my future rivals." Reynard, smirking, turned to Alden. "By the way, you never told us what weapon art you use." Alden shrugged. "A mix of sword and dagger arts." Alicia raised an eyebrow. "Not many people train in both. That''s inefficient." Alden smirked. "Not for me." They didn''t push further, but he could tell some of them were intrigued. After classes, Alden headed to the training grounds. He activated Shadow Step Footwork, his movements blurring as he dashed across the field. His aura control had improved. He could coat his body in aura more efficiently. His reaction speed had increased due to telekinesis training. As he practiced, he heard a familiar voice in his mind. "You''re pushing yourself harder than usual." It was Kurenai, his talking katana. Alden smirked. "The ranking duels are coming. I can''t afford to be careless." Another voice chimed in. "Don''t get overconfident, Alden." It was Shiranui, the nine-tailed fox cub. Alden sighed. "I have two nagging voices in my head now." Kurenai chuckled. "We just don''t want you to get arrogant." Shiranui added, "You''re strong, but you still have weaknesses." Alden nodded. "That''s why I''m training." As the night fell, Alden finished his session and returned to his dorm. The ranking duels were only a day away. Clash of determination (Alden''s POV) The day of the first official ranking duel had finally arrived. The academy''s courtyard was transformed into an open arena, surrounded by enchanted barriers and illuminated by soft, ambient light. Every student gathered in clusters around the duel platforms, murmuring with excitement, anxiety, and anticipation. I could feel the weight of expectation¡ªand the sting of whispers¡ªbouncing off the walls. My status window had already confirmed it: I''d been challenged twice in the past week, and today, a third challenger would step forward. I''d been training relentlessly¡ªimproving my aura control, refining my telekinetic abilities, and pushing my dagger arts to their current limits. But there was still a nagging weakness: I could only control my weapons through telekinesis as a projectile, not as an extension of my very being. I hadn''t yet mastered the ability to coat them directly in aura without physically holding them. And while I could cover my entire body in aura for a maximum of five minutes, every second of that window felt like a race against my own exhaustion. I stood near one of the duel platforms, scanning the gathered crowd. My heart pounded steadily, my black eyes fixed on the scene before me. My sunglasses hung low on my face¡ªmy constant shield against prying stares about my unusual eyes. I wasn''t ready to reveal too much yet. A murmur of voices broke through the background noise. "Alden''s up again," someone said. "He''s got three challenges this month, right?" Another whispered, "If he loses, he drops from S-Class, you know¡­ just like that." I ignored the chatter and focused inward. I recalled my training: the countless hours of lifting coins with telekinesis, the intense sessions in the aura chamber where I''d learned to push my limits, and the repetitive practice of my dagger art¡ªthe basic throw, the fleeting control that wasn''t yet full mastery. I took a deep breath. Today was about proving that I wasn''t just an accidental S-Class member. Then, the announcer''s voice boomed from the platform: "The next duel will be between Alden Blackwood and his challenger! Please welcome¡­ Bennett Hawthorne!" A ripple ran through the crowd as a tall, lean figure stepped forward. Bennett Hawthorne had the look of a seasoned fighter, his eyes alight with ambition. His posture was confident¡ªalmost smug¡ªand he carried a lightweight training sword that glinted in the sun. His hair was cropped short, and a thin scar ran along his jawline. It was clear he wasn''t intimidated by my presence; if anything, he had an air of determination that promised a fierce fight. I squared my shoulders, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline. "Let''s do this," I thought. --- The Duel Begins The duel platform was a circular patch of enchanted ground marked by a shimmering ring. The rules were simple: push your opponent''s sphere of influence out of the ring using only your skills¡ª just raw technique and control. In our case, students have a mana suppression which will make fighter same level that meant relying on our aura, telekinesis, and weapon arts. For a ranking duel, every move counted; a single mistake could cost me not only victory but my standing in S-Class. Bennett bowed stiffly. "Good luck, Blackwood." His tone was courteous but edged with challenge. I returned a curt nod, then positioned myself. I could already feel the familiar hum of mana circulating through me, my aura shimmering faintly around my body. I gripped the hilt of a dagger in my right hand¡ªthe one I normally controlled telekinetically, but today I''d try something new. I planned to launch it as a projectile, then catch it mid-air to simulate that elusive connection I hadn''t mastered yet. The duel began with a signal¡ªa sharp clang of a bell. Immediately, Bennett advanced. He moved with precision, his training evident in every step. He swung his training sword in a controlled arc aimed at my torso. I pivoted on my left foot, activating Shadow Step Footwork to evade his attack. I countered by summoning the dagger with telekinesis, propelling it forward toward his midsection. For a split second, our weapons met¡ªa clashing of metal and pure willpower. I could feel the rush as the dagger cut a path through the air, its trajectory altered slightly by Bennett''s own defense. He deflected it with a swift twist of his wrist, the dagger whizzing past him by mere inches. I didn''t pause. Instead, I followed up with a series of rapid movements: a feint to his left, then a quick dash to the right, trying to catch him off-guard. My movements were fluid, driven by hours of daily training in the courtyard and the aura chamber. Every step was measured, every breath synchronized with the surge of energy flowing through my veins. Bennett''s eyes narrowed. "Not bad," he muttered as he parried another swing of my dagger. He advanced again, this time testing my defenses with a series of quick jabs that forced me to rely on my enhanced perception. I managed to block and deflect each one, the impact of each blow reverberating through my arms. Inside, I could feel the strain¡ªmy telekinetic control was holding, but I was pushing my limits. I shifted my focus, trying to maintain a stable connection with the dagger. I needed to get the timing right; if I could truly catch it mid-flight, it would demonstrate a mastery beyond the basic projectile throw. Bennett saw his opening as I concentrated. He lunged forward, swinging his sword in a powerful downward arc. Instinctively, I activated a burst of aura, coating my body briefly, and attempted to catch the dagger. In that critical moment, I managed to intercept it, though my grip was less sure than if I were holding it physically. The sensation was electric¡ªa collision of my mind''s will and the raw energy of my aura. For the first time, I held the dagger in a sort of limbo¡ªsuspended in a tenuous grip that wasn''t full control, but more than a mere throw. It was unstable; I could feel its trajectory wavering as I struggled to maintain the connection. Bennett''s eyes widened as he saw my momentary lapse. He quickly pivoted, his sword slicing through the air with precision, aiming for the gap in my defense. I barely had time to react. I kicked off with my left leg, attempting to divert his momentum. Our blades clashed again, sparks flying as his steel met my aura-enhanced weapon.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it Every second in the duel felt like an eternity. My heart pounded, and the pressure of the moment surged through me. I knew that if I lost control even for a moment, Bennett would exploit it and force me out of the duel¡ªand out of my coveted S-Class ranking. "Not... yet," I whispered to myself, forcing focus back into the dagger. I willed it to steady, to become one with my hand even though I wasn''t physically holding it. The connection grew stronger for a moment, and I managed to deflect another of Bennett''s fierce swings. The duel became a rhythmic exchange of attack and defense. I used my Shadow Step Footwork to dodge and reposition, my telekinetic control flaring with each movement. Bennett was relentless, his own techniques sharp and honed from years of training and ambition. Every time he attacked, I countered with a combination of rapid dagger throws and aura bursts designed to keep him off balance. At one point, I tried to use a fragment of my Phantom Edge Sword art¡ªa quick, precise slash with the dagger, meant to simulate the cutting motion of a sword. It wasn''t perfect, but it caught Bennett''s attention, causing him to stagger back slightly from the unexpected angle of attack. I seized the moment, launching a series of rapid, short-range strikes, each one powered by a measured surge of aura. The crowd around us was silent, their eyes glued to the duel as if watching a high-stakes performance. I could hear murmurs: "He''s doing it!" "Look at his control!" "He might actually win this!" The noise was a double-edged sword¡ªit fueled my determination, yet it reminded me that every misstep was being watched. Bennett wasn''t giving up. With a grunt, he intensified his assault, his sword coming in a flurry of precise cuts. I had to defend with everything I had. My aura flared, wrapping around me in a protective shell that lasted only moments. I felt its warmth and strength¡ªbut I was acutely aware that once the five-minute window expired, I would be left vulnerable. Desperation set in as I realized Bennett was beginning to gain the upper hand. His technique was flawless, and his timing impeccable. I needed a breakthrough¡ªa final move that would tilt the balance in my favor. I centered my focus, drawing upon every bit of mental strength and discipline I had cultivated over the past month. I closed my eyes for a split second, inhaling deeply as I envisioned my aura merging with the dagger. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to slow. I could see every detail: the shimmer of the metal, the subtle pulse of my own energy, the determined gleam in Bennett''s eyes. Then, I acted. With a burst of sheer willpower, I sent the dagger spinning in a wide arc¡ªits trajectory carefully controlled by my telekinetic focus. I let it fly directly toward Bennett''s side, a move that combined the raw speed of a weapon throw with the refined precision of my developing weapon art. The dagger sliced through the air, its path glowing faintly with a red aura. Bennett reacted instantly, parrying the attack with a raised sword. The impact was violent¡ªa resounding clang echoed as my thrown dagger struck his blade and deflected off to the side. For an instant, the force of the collision sent a shockwave through the duel arena. I felt the sudden jolt in my arms as I maintained control, every muscle screaming in protest. Bennett, however, was thrown off balance. His eyes widened in surprise as he staggered backward. Sensing my opportunity, I shifted my stance, surging forward with renewed determination. I activated a short burst of aura to bolster my speed, closing the gap between us in a heartbeat. Now was the moment of truth. I tried to catch my dagger mid-flight¡ªthis time, striving to secure a continuous connection with it rather than just using it as a projectile. My mind focused on the metal, the energy, the sensation of it becoming an extension of myself. For a few agonizing seconds, I felt as if time had slowed to a crawl. Then, with a final, decisive thought, I pulled the dagger back toward me. The connection held¡ªalbeit fleetingly¡ªand I managed to grasp it, though it was still hovering, not fully integrated into my grip. This was the closest I''d come to achieving true mastery of telekinetic control over my weapon. Bennett recovered quickly, his eyes flashing with renewed aggression. "Not bad, Blackwood! But you''re still holding back!" he roared, launching another series of attacks, each one faster than the last. I gritted my teeth. Every bit of training over the past month had led to this moment. I dodged, parried, and countered with a mixture of swift footwork and controlled telekinetic strikes. I could feel the strain in my mind¡ªmy focus was taxed to its limits, and I knew that if I pushed too far, my control over the dagger would waver. Yet, I refused to yield. With each exchange, my confidence grew. I began to anticipate Bennett''s moves with uncanny precision. I saw the slight twitch in his left shoulder before he swung his sword, and I predicted the angle of his thrust before he even executed it. My eyes¡ªthough hidden behind my sunglasses¡ªblazed with determination, and for a moment, I felt truly in command of my abilities. The duel became a blur of motion. Swords clashed, daggers flew, and the energy in the arena pulsed with every impact. I could hear the crowd''s hushed gasps and exclamations, each one urging me on. Every second felt charged with intensity¡ªa test of not only my skills but of my very will to remain in S-Class. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity compressed into mere minutes, I saw my chance. Bennett, confident in his final push, overcommitted to a powerful downward swing. That was the moment I had been waiting for. Summoning every reserve of mental energy, I activated my telekinesis once more to severely alter the trajectory of my dagger. With a final, well-timed motion, I sent it slicing upward in a controlled arc that struck Bennett''s exposed side with pinpoint accuracy. The impact was swift and brutal. Bennett''s eyes widened in shock as the dagger found its mark, and his sword clattered to the ground. He staggered, gasping, before finally collapsing onto the duel platform. The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and stunned silence. For a moment, I could only hear the pounding of my heart in my ears. I slowly lowered my dagger, my breaths coming in rapid, measured bursts as I maintained control of my aura and telekinetic focus. Professor Magnus''s deep voice cut through the commotion. "Winner: Alden Blackwood." A hush fell over the arena. I couldn''t help but allow myself a brief smile¡ªthis was my victory, my proof that I could stand among the elite. But I knew it wasn''t the end. There would be more duels, more challenges, and every time, I''d have to fight not only external opponents but also the limitations within myself. As I helped Bennett to his feet, ensuring he wasn''t badly injured, the instructor stepped forward. "Well fought, both of you. Remember, these duels are meant to test your limits, to push you toward excellence. Let this victory remind you that strength is earned through perseverance and determination." I nodded silently, the adrenaline slowly ebbing from my veins. In that moment, every drop of sweat, every moment of doubt, every near-failure had led me to this victory. I glanced down at my dagger¡ªa simple weapon, yet one that symbolized my ongoing struggle for mastery. I knew that my journey was far from over. The path to fully controlling my weapon through telekinesis, to seamlessly coating it in aura without direct contact, remained long and fraught with challenges. I looked up to see some of my classmates exchanging glances. Alicia''s golden eyes flickered with a mixture of admiration and challenge. Leon''s confident nod acknowledged the fight as a stepping stone, while Seraphina''s cool gaze held a hint of intrigue. Even Reynard, ever the provocateur, offered a sly smile. Outside the arena, the murmurs continued. "Did you see how Blackwood turned the fight around at the last second?" "I can''t believe he managed to catch his dagger in mid-air!" "He''s getting serious now." I felt the weight of their expectations settle on me like a cloak. I knew that every duel, every training session, every challenge was building toward something greater¡ªa transformation that would define my place in Astoria Academy and in this unpredictable new world. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. The aura around me still shimmered, a testament to my perseverance. Even if I could only maintain that enhanced state for five precious minutes at a time, I had proven that I could push past my limits. And as I looked at my status window one last time in my mind, I felt a surge of determination. I had won this duel. I had shown that even a disowned noble, underestimated by many, could rise through sheer force of will and relentless training. My journey was just beginning, and there were many more battles ahead¡ªboth on the dueling platform and within myself. As the arena slowly emptied and the echoes of cheers faded into the night, I walked away with a sense of quiet pride. I knew that the ranking duels were just one step in a long, arduous journey toward mastery. But for now, I allowed myself a moment of satisfaction¡ªa moment to acknowledge the growth that had brought me here. In the cool evening air, I activated my telekinetic control one last time, letting the dagger hover gently at my side as I made my way back to the academy dorms. Each step felt lighter, each breath a little steadier. I could already see the path ahead, filled with challenges, duels, and endless opportunities for growth. I silently promised myself that I would not only keep my current strength but surpass it. I would learn to control my aura, extend its duration, and finally integrate my weapons fully as extensions of my own body. The journey was long, but I was ready for it. And as I stepped off the dueling platform, my thoughts returned to the whispered words of the professor: "Strength is earned through perseverance and determination." Tonight, that message burned in my heart. I was Alden Blackwood¡ªdisowned by fate, yet destined for greatness¡ªand I would fight every day to secure my place among the elite. --- To be continued¡­ New challenge, new resolve A month had passed since the ranking duels had begun, and the academy was more alive than ever. With the new system in place, students constantly challenged each other to rise in class rankings, creating an atmosphere of relentless competition. For me, the past few weeks had been a series of small victories and relentless training. My control over telekinesis had improved¡ªI could now make my dagger hover and maneuver it with greater accuracy, though I was still far from true mastery. My aura control had also advanced, allowing me to coat my body for almost six minutes now, a small but significant improvement. And most importantly, my mana stat had increased enough to officially push me into D- Rank. Despite these strides, there was no time to relax. The next stage of my journey was already upon me. --- It was early morning when I found myself heading toward the academy''s central courtyard. The summons had been abrupt¡ªa message delivered by a floating mana wisp, instructing me to report to Instructor Magnus immediately. I wasn''t the only one. As I arrived, I saw familiar figures gathering as well. Leonhardt Valerian stood near one of the stone pillars, his emerald-green eyes glinting with curiosity. Alicia von Rosenheim and Seraphina Everfrost were engaged in quiet conversation, the contrast between Alicia''s fiery hair and Seraphina''s icy silver locks making them stand out. Luca Ashenpaw, the wild beastkin, cracked his knuckles impatiently. Reynard Faulkner stood off to the side, his fox-like golden eyes gleaming mischievously as he exchanged whispers with Sylvara Nightwhisper. And Elena Brightwind, the saintess candidate, stood with a serene expression, hands clasped together and lot of other students. Clearly, this wasn''t an ordinary summons. Instructor Magnus arrived a few moments later, his heavy boots echoing against the stone floor. The man was a walking fortress, his massive frame radiating an aura of authority. He wasted no time in getting to the point. "You''ve all been summoned here because you''ve been selected for a special training program," Magnus announced, his voice like rolling thunder. "The ranking duels are only the beginning. The real test of strength comes from experience in battle, and that''s exactly what you''ll be facing soon." A murmur passed through the gathered students. "Training program?" Leonhardt asked, raising an eyebrow. "You mean outside the academy?" Magnus nodded. "Yes. In two weeks, you will participate in an Expedition Trial¡ªa practical combat test that takes place outside academy grounds. You''ll be sent to the Verdant Shadow Woods, a region known for its dangerous magical beasts. Your objective will be simple: survive and complete the assigned tasks." Survive. That word alone told me all I needed to know. This wasn''t going to be a simple test.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. "Students from all classes will be participating," Magnus continued. "It''s an opportunity to prove yourselves, earn merit points, and further cement your place in the rankings." Alicia smirked. "Sounds fun." Seraphina, however, narrowed her ice-blue eyes. "And what exactly are these tasks?" "There will be multiple objectives," Magnus said. "Some will involve collecting rare magical herbs and materials, while others will require eliminating specific beasts that have been deemed a threat. There may also be encounters with rogue elements¡ªmercenaries, bandits, or worse." A chill passed through the group at that last statement. This was no mere field trip. I remained silent, absorbing the information. A survival expedition meant a true test of combat ability. No academy rules. No controlled environment. Just real, unforgiving battles. Magnus folded his arms. "You have two weeks to prepare. I suggest you use your time wisely. Dismissed." As we walked away from the courtyard, the conversation naturally turned to the upcoming trial. "This is an opportunity," Leonhardt said, his tone confident. "Not just for ranking, but to test our actual combat skills." Luca Ashenpaw grinned, his beastkin fangs flashing. "About time we did something exciting. I was getting tired of classroom lectures." Elena Brightwind, however, looked more concerned. "This won''t be as simple as duels. Injuries¡ªpossibly even fatalities¡ªare a real risk." I could see her point. The academy wasn''t sending us into a controlled setting. There would be no instructors to step in if things got too dangerous. "True," Reynard said, his fox-like grin never fading. "But that''s what makes it interesting." I finally spoke. "It means we have to be prepared for anything." Sylvara Nightwhisper nodded in agreement. "Then let''s train together." The suggestion was well-received. Over the next two weeks, we would push ourselves beyond our current limits. --- The days that followed were grueling. We spent mornings in combat drills. Leonhardt focused on refining his swordsmanship, Alicia worked on her fire magic, and Seraphina honed her ice spells. Reynard practiced his illusion magic, often tricking us into attacking shadows rather than himself. Luca worked on his beastkin instincts, increasing his reflexes and agility. Elena and Sylvara combined healing and support magic, ensuring that we wouldn''t be caught off guard in battle. As for me? I had two primary goals. 1. Improve my telekinetic control. 2. Extend my aura-cloaking duration. For telekinesis, I increased the weight of objects I practiced with, moving from small coins to full-sized weapons. My control was getting sharper¡ªI could lift, spin, and even redirect daggers mid-flight, though it wasn''t yet perfect. For aura control, I forced myself to maintain my mana-cloaking state for longer periods. By the end of the first week, I had pushed my limit from six minutes to nearly eight. But it wasn''t enough. I needed something more¡ªsomething to bridge the gap between merely wielding telekinesis as a throwing tool and fully integrating it into my fighting style. --- A Key Breakthrough One night, after a particularly exhausting training session, I remained behind in the empty training grounds. The sky was painted in hues of deep purple and silver as the academy''s torches flickered in the distance. I stared at my dagger, hovering in the air before me. I had thrown it before. Controlled its movements remotely. Redirected it in mid-flight. But I still couldn''t feel it as an extension of myself. What was I missing? I focused. Reached out¡ªnot just with mana, but with will. And for the first time¡­ I felt something different. The dagger shifted, responding not to direct force, but to intent. It wasn''t just moving¡ªit was resonating with me. This¡­ this was new. I inhaled deeply and made a decision. For the next week, I would abandon all normal weapon practice. No physical contact. No direct grip. Only telekinetic control. If I wanted to truly master this ability, I had to fully rely on it. --- As the trial date drew closer, the academy buzzed with energy. Students gathered in training halls, sparring with newfound intensity. The main cast and I had grown significantly closer. We trained together, ate together, and even strategized late into the night. On the last evening before the expedition, we gathered at Cefa Caf¨¦ near the academy. Leonhardt raised his cup. "To the upcoming trial." "To victory," Alicia added, smirking. "To survival," Seraphina corrected. I merely nodded, fingers tapping against my dagger as I felt the invisible connection humming beneath my fingertips. Tomorrow, we would step into the real battlefield. And I was ready. The Strom before the hunt Alden lay on his dorm bed, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. The soft glow of the mana lamp flickered slightly as the night wind rattled the windows. The Expedition Trial was only hours away, and while everyone else was excited, he knew better. This wasn''t just some simple training mission. This was an event of critical importance. A crucial turning point for the protagonist and main cast in the original game. The Verdant Shadow Woods was infamous for its dangers. Not only did it house various magical beasts, but deep within the forest, powerful foes lurked¡ªmercenaries, rogue mages, and creatures far beyond what students should normally face. In the game''s story, Leonhardt and the others would grow significantly during this event. Their battles would push them beyond their limits, unlocking latent potential and raising their ranks. Some would gain new abilities, others would face near-death encounters that would shape their future. Alden wasn''t worried about their survival. He was worried about how much he should intervene. Normally, the protagonist and his companions would return from the expedition much stronger. Leonhardt would awaken his true affinity for lightning, Alicia would push her fire magic to a new level, and Seraphina would unlock her glacial domain ability. If Alden interfered too much, he might alter the flow of events in a way that would cause unpredictable consequences. "¡­Tch. Annoying," he muttered. Should he stay passive? Should he step in if things went wrong? As if sensing his thoughts, a soft, amused voice echoed from beside him. "Overthinking again, huh?" Alden turned his head toward the sleek black katana leaning against the wall. Kurenai. Ever since the soul bond had formed between them, his katana had occasionally spoken to him. A consciousness hidden within the blade, cryptic yet oddly familiar. "I''d rather be over-prepared than under-prepared," Alden replied. "You worry too much."The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. A soft yip came from the corner of the room. A pair of golden eyes peered up at him from atop his desk, a small white fox curled up lazily. Shiranui, his nine-tailed fox companion, blinked at him, tails swishing. "He''s always like this, Kurenai. It''s part of his charm." Alden sighed, rubbing his temples. "You two are way too comfortable talking like this." "Well, I am your sword," Kurenai said with a hint of amusement. "And I can feel your tension through our bond. So maybe lighten up a bit?" Shiranui rolled onto her back, stretching. "Besides, worrying won''t change anything. Just go with the flow." Alden closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling. He understood the risks, but he wasn''t the same weak noble who got kicked out of his house. He was Alden Blackwood now. And whether fate wanted him involved or not¡­ He would survive. --- Morning of the Expedition The academy courtyard was buzzing with life. Groups of students gathered in formation, some adjusting their equipment while others exchanged excited chatter. The ranking duels had already begun shaping new rivalries, and for many, this was another chance to prove themselves. The S-Class students stood separately, their presence radiating confidence. Alden stood with his group¡ªthe main cast. Leonhardt adjusted the strap of his sword sheath, looking eager. "This is going to be interesting." Alicia smirked, cracking her knuckles. "About time we did something real." Seraphina stood with arms crossed, her silver hair catching the morning light. "Don''t get reckless." Luca Ashenpaw stretched, his beastkin instincts sharpening as he sniffed the air. "Hope there are strong opponents." Sylvara and Elena were having a quiet conversation, discussing the healing potions and supplies they had prepared. And then there was Reynard, standing near Alden with his usual sly grin. "I bet at least five of us get ambushed in the first few hours." Alden remained silent, adjusting his gloves. Their excitement was understandable. But for him, this was just another event where things could spiral out of control. Let''s see how much I can hold back. --- Instructor Magnus'' Announcement A heavy bootstep echoed as Instructor Magnus arrived, standing at the front with a commanding presence. "All right, listen up," he barked. The crowd of students fell silent instantly. "This Expedition Trial will be a test of survival and teamwork. Your objectives are simple¡ªcomplete tasks, survive, and return. Those who excel will receive merit points, and those who fail¡­" He let the words hang ominously. Several students gulped. Magnus continued. "There will be three main objectives scattered across different parts of the Verdant Shadow Woods. You will be in groups, but nothing stops you from working together or competing against other teams." Leonhardt grinned. "Sounds like a challenge." Magnus ignored him. "The trial will last for four days. Food and supplies are limited. You''ll have to hunt, gather, or steal from others. If you can''t manage, then you''ll fail. This is not a test where you can simply wait it out." A wave of murmurs spread across the students. Hunting. Gathering. Stealing. Alden already knew what would happen. Factions would form. Some would turn to ambush tactics. Others would act as scavengers, taking from the weak. This was more than just a combat test. It was a battle of survival. "Remember," Magnus finished. "The instructors will not intervene unless your life is in immediate danger. You will be on your own." Silence. Then, a flicker of excitement spread among some of the students. Others paled at the thought. Alden merely adjusted his sunglasses, hiding his eyes. His body had already begun to tense with anticipation. This was going to be dangerous. But that was exactly why he needed to be there. --- Final Moments Before Departure After Magnus left, the groups began making last-minute preparations. Leonhardt gathered everyone. "Let''s stick together for now. The main cast should be in the same area anyway." Alicia stretched. "Works for me." Reynard nudged Alden. "You nervous?" Alden glanced at him. "Why would I be?" Reynard smirked. "You''re usually the one watching from the sidelines. This time, you''re in the middle of the storm." Alden didn''t respond. Because Reynard wasn''t wrong. He had tried to stay out of major events. But this one was different. This time, he wasn''t just a spectator. He was a participant. --- As the groups prepared to head to the teleportation platform, Alden felt a familiar presence in his mind. "Be careful, Master." Shiranui''s voice, soft but serious. "Yeah," Kurenai added. "Try not to die out there." Alden smirked slightly. "I''ll be fine." Because no matter what happened in the next days¡­ He would carve his own path. --- To Be Continued¡­ Chapter 47 The teleportation platform buzzed with energy, glowing blue runes swirling around the students as they prepared for transport. The air was thick with tension¡ªthis was the beginning of the Expedition Trial, and while some were eager, others were nervous. Alden stood among the main cast, arms crossed, sunglasses still in place. He had already expected this event to be troublesome, but something gnawed at him¡ªa feeling of unease. This is the moment. In the original game, something went wrong just as the trial began. A demonic attack disrupted the teleportation, causing Leonhardt and the main cast to be sent deep into the forest, where the real challenges awaited. This was where they would unlock new powers and grow¡ªbut now, Alden was with them. Would things unfold the same way? His instincts screamed at him to prepare. Something was coming. --- The Moment of Chaos The instructors signaled the start of the teleportation. A brilliant glow engulfed the students, and the air shimmered with magic as their bodies started to fade¡ª BOOM! A deafening explosion rocked the teleportation platform. A burst of dark energy rippled through the air, disrupting the spell mid-process. Students cried out in shock as shadowy figures emerged from the treeline. Demons. Alden''s eyes sharpened. Right on schedule. Before anyone could react, dark tendrils wrapped around the teleportation formation, twisting the magic into something unstable. "No¡ªwait!" one of the instructors shouted, but it was too late. A surge of black mana pulsed through the platform¡ª Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. And everything went black. --- Deep in the Forest ¨C Unknown Location Alden''s body crashed through the dense foliage, rolling against the dirt before slamming against a tree. A sharp pain ran through his body, but he forced himself up, coughing out dust. The teleportation had been hijacked. Just like in the original story. As his vision cleared, he took in his surroundings. Massive trees loomed overhead, their twisted roots curling around rocks like hungry serpents. The air was damp, thick with an eerie mist. This was nothing like the safer outer areas of the Verdant Shadow Woods. This was the deep zone. And he wasn''t alone. Groans and coughs filled the area as the main cast slowly got up, scattered across a small clearing. Leonhardt pushed himself up, shaking his head. "What the hell just happened?" Alicia gritted her teeth. "That damn explosion¡­ we got sent somewhere else." Seraphina dusted herself off, her silver hair shimmering under the faint light. "This¡­ isn''t where we were supposed to go." Luca, the beastkin, sniffed the air, his sharp amber eyes narrowing. "This place stinks of predators." Sylvara, the elven mage, placed a hand against a tree, her green eyes glowing faintly. "Mana is different here. Darker." Elena, the saintess, tightened her grip on her staff, whispering a quiet prayer. Reynard sighed, adjusting his daggers. "Well, we''re screwed, aren''t we?" Alden remained silent, his mind working quickly. This was exactly like the original plot. They had been thrown straight into the most dangerous part of the forest. The deep zone was where the truly powerful monsters resided¡ªcreatures far beyond what low-ranked students should face. This was meant to be a life-or-death trial. "Anyone injured?" Leonhardt asked, scanning the group. "Bruises, but nothing major," Alicia muttered. Alden rolled his shoulders. He had hit the ground hard, but thanks to his training and his strengthened body, he wasn''t badly hurt. Then he noticed something. Their smartwatches¡ªdead. The teleportation disruption must have fried their communication devices. "We''re cut off," Seraphina noted, checking her own. "No signals." Leonhardt clicked his tongue. "Perfect. Just perfect." --- Understanding the Situation Alden took a slow breath. He needed to think ahead. In the game, Leonhardt and the others would struggle to survive before unlocking their hidden potential. Normally, Alden wouldn''t have been part of this. But now, his presence changed everything. The problem was¡­ should he intervene or let things play out? "This is bad," Sylvara muttered, scanning the treeline. "The creatures here aren''t normal." Luca''s ears twitched. "We should move. Fast." Leonhardt clenched his fists. "No. First, we need a plan." Alicia smirked. "Yeah? Got one?" Seraphina sighed. "Don''t start." Leonhardt ignored them, turning to Alden. "You''re quieter than usual. Got anything to say?" Alden hesitated for a moment. Then, he spoke. "We find water first. Then shelter." His voice was calm, controlled. "And we don''t separate. The creatures in this area don''t hunt alone." Leonhardt nodded. "Agreed." Reynard smirked. "Oho, taking the lead, are we?" Alden ignored him. There were a few key locations in this part of the forest¡ªsome with powerful monsters, others with rare resources. In the game, the main cast barely survived by luck. But now? He wasn''t going to rely on luck. --- The group moved carefully through the trees, the eerie silence putting them all on edge. Then¡ª A low growl rumbled from the shadows. Luca snapped his head toward the noise, baring his teeth. "Something''s watching us." Alden tensed, scanning the surroundings. Then¡ªa blur of movement. A massive shadow wolf burst from the trees, eyes glowing with malice. Fast. Too fast. Leonhardt moved first, his sword flashing as he barely parried its claws. The impact sent him skidding backward. "Shit¡ª!" Alicia leaped forward, fire exploding from her palms. Seraphina froze the ground, trying to slow it. But the wolf was too strong. Alden clicked his tongue. This was one of the early minibosses from the game. A beast that required perfect teamwork to take down. In the original story, Leonhardt had barely won, unlocking his first real battle sense. Should he interfere? His fingers twitched toward Kurenai''s hilt¡ª No. Not yet. He needed to see if they could handle it first. Leonhardt grit his teeth, mana flaring around him. "Everyone, focus!" Alden took a step back, watching carefully. This was their fight. And he would see just how much the main cast had grown. --- To Be Continued¡­ The packs challenge The C-Rank Shadow Wolf loomed before them, its massive form nearly blending into the darkness of the forest. Its fur shimmered with a dark, almost ethereal energy, and its glowing crimson eyes held an intelligence far beyond a simple beast. Alden stood back, arms crossed, watching the main cast prepare for battle. Leonhardt stepped forward, his emerald eyes burning with determination. "Stick to formation! We take it together!" The pack leader snarled, lowering its stance. Its sharp claws dug into the earth, ready to pounce. This wasn''t an ordinary monster. It was a C-Rank Beast, and the only one among them who had reached C- Rank was Leonhardt. The rest were still D to D+, meaning they had to work together perfectly to stand a chance. Alicia gripped the hilt of her sword, flames flickering along the blade''s edge. Seraphina summoned ice, forming crystalline spikes in the air. Reynard melted into the shadows, his daggers glinting ominously. Luca cracked his knuckles, his beastkin instincts sharpening. Sylvara''s hands glowed green, nature magic thrumming through the air. Elena stood back, her staff raised¡ªready to heal. Alden exhaled softly. This was their battle. --- With a sharp howl, the Shadow Wolf lunged forward. Leonhardt met it head-on, his sword flashing as he deflected the beast''s fangs with a surge of water-infused mana. CLANG!Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. The impact sent him skidding back, but he held his ground. "NOW!" Alicia darted in from the left, her sword igniting with fire. She slashed downward, aiming for the wolf''s flank¡ª But the beast twisted mid-air, dodging with terrifying agility. Seraphina''s ice spears launched forward, sharp and deadly. The wolf leaped aside, but one spike scraped its hind leg, drawing a thin line of black blood. Luca rushed in, his enhanced strength allowing him to slam his fist into the ground. BOOM! The earth erupted, forming a wall of jagged rocks to block the wolf''s retreat. Reynard struck from the shadows, his daggers coated in dark energy¡ªbut the wolf sensed him. It spun and lashed out with its claws, forcing him to backflip away. Sylvara raised her hands, roots bursting from the ground, wrapping around the wolf''s legs. "Hold it¡ª!" she gasped. Leonhardt didn''t hesitate. His sword glowed with blue lightning as he charged forward, aiming for the wolf''s throat¡ª The beast let out a deafening howl, releasing a shockwave of dark mana that shattered the roots and knocked Sylvara back. Leonhardt barely had time to react before the wolf''s tail struck him like a whip, sending him crashing into a tree. "Leon!" Elena gasped, already channeling healing magic. Alden sighed internally. Of course, it wouldn''t be that easy. --- A Desperate Struggle The Shadow Wolf bared its fangs, now fully enraged. Luca charged first, using his earth-enhanced agility to dodge its swipes before aiming a brutal kick at its ribs. The wolf absorbed the blow, countering with a vicious bite¡ªonly to be stopped by a flash of fire. Alicia appeared, swinging her flaming sword in a wide arc. "You''re not the only fast one here!" The flames licked at the wolf''s side, forcing it to retreat. Leonhardt recovered, his aura flaring. "Fine," he muttered, gripping his sword. His mana surged¡ªwater swirling around his blade, mixing with the lightning arcing from his fingertips. His stance shifted, his emerald eyes sharpening. Alden narrowed his gaze. It''s happening. In the original game, this was the moment Leonhardt awakened his first real power-up. Leon vanished, moving faster than before. Lightning crackled in the air, and water droplets froze mid-swing as he slashed forward. The Shadow Wolf howled, stumbling back as blood sprayed into the air. The attack landed. But the beast wasn''t done. With one last, desperate move, it reared back and roared, dark energy exploding outward. The group barely had time to react¡ª Until Elena stepped forward. Her hands shone with golden light, forming a radiant barrier that absorbed the impact. She winced but held her ground. "This ends now!" Leonhardt gritted his teeth. And then¡ªwith one final slash, he drove his sword deep into the wolf''s chest. CRACK! The beast let out a final cry before collapsing, its massive form twitching before finally going still. Silence fell over the battlefield. The main cast stood, panting, their bodies covered in wounds, bruises, and sweat. They had done it. They had taken down a C-Rank beast. Leonhardt pulled his sword free, his emerald eyes flickering with exhaustion¡ªbut also triumph. Elena immediately began healing the group, golden light washing over their wounds. Alicia wiped sweat from her brow, exhaling sharply. "That was¡­ harder than expected." Seraphina smirked. "At least we didn''t die." Reynard chuckled, flipping his dagger. "Could''ve been worse." Sylvara glanced at Alden, who had remained on the sidelines the entire fight. "You just watched?" Alden shrugged. "You had it covered." Leonhardt gave him a knowing look. "You knew we''d win?" Alden smirked slightly. "More or less." In truth, he had been prepared to step in if things went south. But this was their fight. And they had proven themselves. Luca stretched, his tail flicking behind him. "So¡­ where to next?" Leonhardt looked up at the darkening sky. "We find a safe place to rest. We don''t know what else is out here." The others nodded, still riding the high of their victory. Alden turned his gaze toward the treeline. This was only the beginning. There were far worse things lurking in these woods. And sooner or later¡ªthey would come face to face with them. To Be Continued¡­ Chapter 49 The Deeper Shadows The aftermath of the battle still lingered in the air. The slain Shadow Wolf''s corpse rested in the clearing, a grim reminder of the danger lurking in this forest. The group had won, but they were exhausted, their bodies aching from the brutal fight. Leonhardt wiped the sweat from his brow and sheathed his sword, his breath still ragged from the encounter. "We need to find a safe spot to rest. That fight was loud¡ªother beasts will come soon." Alicia nodded, her golden eyes scanning the surroundings. "Agreed. We''re not in a position to take on another C-Rank beast right now." Sylvara knelt by the Shadow Wolf''s corpse, placing a hand on its fur. The green glow of her mana flickered slightly as she muttered something in Elven. "Nature reclaims all," she whispered, before standing up. "There''s too much unnatural mana in this forest. We shouldn''t stay here." Alden observed them, arms crossed, his sunglasses reflecting the dim light filtering through the trees. Unlike the others, he was completely unharmed. Naturally. He hadn''t needed to fight. Reynard smirked, leaning on a nearby tree. "So, Alden. You really just stood there the whole time?" Alden shrugged. "You guys need to gain experience, right? Besides¡­" He tapped his temple. "I was analyzing the battle. Learning from your mistakes." Luca let out a short laugh, his sharp canines flashing. "You sound like a damn instructor." Seraphina, still rubbing a sore spot on her shoulder, sighed. "Enough talking. Let''s move. Leonhardt nodded. "Then let''s go." --- The group moved cautiously through the dense forest, the only sounds being their breathing and the occasional rustle of leaves. Alden walked at the back, his thoughts drifting. This was a critical event. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. In the original game, this part of the story was where the main cast truly bonded through survival. They weren''t just noble heirs anymore¡ªthey were comrades who had fought side by side. But his presence here changed things. How much of the story will follow the original path now? His thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice. ["You seemed amused by their struggle, Master."] Alden smirked slightly as he glanced at his katana, Kurenai, which rested at his waist. ["It was entertaining. They did better than I expected."] ["Hmph. You could''ve finished that beast in an instant if you used your full power. Yet you chose to watch."] ["They needed the win. Leonhardt in particular. This was his moment."] From his shoulder, Shiranui, the small nine-tailed fox, flicked her white ears and huffed. ["That human boy is strong. But reckless. He will die young if he continues like this."] ["That''s what makes him the protagonist."] Shiranui gave him a sideways glance. ["And what about you? Are you content to just watch forever?"] Alden didn''t answer. Because he wasn''t sure of the answer himself. --- The group finally arrived at the small river, its clear waters shimmering under the faint moonlight. The tension in their bodies eased slightly at the sight of it. Leonhardt dropped his bag and stretched. "Finally." Luca immediately crouched by the river, splashing water on his face. "Damn, that feels good." Elena set down her staff and began setting up a simple barrier spell. "This should keep smaller beasts away while we rest." Alicia sat down on a nearby rock, inspecting her sword. "We should take turns keeping watch." "I''ll go first," Seraphina volunteered, her silver hair glinting as she took a seat near the trees. Reynard leaned back, grinning. "Wake me up for my turn. But not too early." As the group settled, Alden remained standing, staring at the flowing water. His mind wasn''t at ease. Something was wrong. --- ["Do you feel that?"] Kurenai''s voice echoed in his mind. Alden''s eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. ["Yeah. We''re being watched."] Shiranui''s ears twitched, her fur bristling slightly. ["Many eyes. But they''re hiding."] Alden glanced around. The others hadn''t noticed. It wasn''t surprising¡ªLeonhardt and the rest were still inexperienced. But Alden also wouldnt be able to if not for his sword and beast. A presence lurking. Watching. Waiting. ["Master, do you wish to investigate?"] Kurenai asked. ["No need. If they attack, I''ll deal with it."] For now, he would wait. And see what the shadows had in store. Hours passed. The night deepened. Most of the group had fallen asleep, save for the ones keeping watch. Alicia, however, sat near the fire, cleaning her sword with a cloth. She glanced at Alden, who stood near the river, still unmoving. She hesitated, then spoke. "You don''t sleep much, do you?" Alden smirked. "Old habits." She studied him, golden eyes flickering. "You''re different from before." Alden raised an eyebrow. "Before?" Alicia looked away. "¡­Back when you were still trying to get people''s approval. Before you got into S-Class." Alden remained silent. She continued, "You used to be desperate. Now¡­ you seem like you don''t care." A slow chuckle escaped his lips. "Maybe I just got tired." A sudden howl echoed through the forest. Alicia instantly gripped her sword, her body tensing. Alden, however, didn''t move. "¡­Relax. It''s far away." She narrowed her eyes. "You knew?" Alden simply smirked. "I my fox told me" Alicia sighed, running a hand through her red hair. "You''re really annoying, you know that?" "I do." She shook her head but didn''t press further. The night continued, but Alden''s thoughts didn''t rest. As the first light of morning touched the treetops, the group began waking up. Leonhardt yawned, stretching. "Everyone still alive?" Reynard smirked. "Barely." Sylvara stood, brushing off leaves. "We should move." Elena, finishing a prayer, nodded. "There''s no telling what else is out here." Seraphina exhaled, rolling her shoulders. "Agreed." Alden remained silent, his gaze still on the forest. Because he could feel it. Something big was coming. And it was only a matter of time. To Be Continued¡­ Chapter 50 The morning sun barely peeked through the dense canopy of the forest, casting flickering rays upon the group as they packed up their temporary camp. Last night''s battle against the C-rank beast had been exhausting, but it also proved one thing¡ªthe forest was far more dangerous than they had expected. Leonhardt stretched, adjusting the strap on his sword belt. "We should start moving before something worse finds us." "I agree," Sylvara said, brushing a strand of dark green hair behind her pointed ear. "This place feels unnatural. I tried connecting with the trees last night, but something is interfering with my magic." Alicia sighed, crossing her arms. "Which means we have no idea where we even are." Reynard chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Lost in a dangerous forest with limited supplies and wild beasts lurking around¡­ this is just getting better and better." "You''re awfully cheerful for someone who almost got eaten last night," Seraphina said, shooting him a glare. The fox-eyed noble smirked. "What can I say? Danger makes life exciting." Elena, ever the peacekeeper, smiled softly. "Let''s not waste time. If we work together, we''ll find our way back." Alden, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. "Luca, can you track a safe path?" The beastkin, who had been sharpening his claws, looked up and nodded. "I''ve been trying, but¡­ something''s off. The scents are all mixed up, like the forest is messing with them." Alden frowned slightly but said nothing. Shiranui, the small white nine-tailed fox perched on his shoulder, flicked her tails. ["Master, I feel something strange ahead."]A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. Kurenai, Alden''s sword, also chimed in mentally. ["The mana in this place is¡­ wrong."] Alden wasn''t sure what was going on, but one thing was certain¡ªthis wasn''t normal. --- The group moved carefully through the dense undergrowth, weapons at the ready. Luca suddenly stopped, his ears twitching. "We''re going in circles." Leonhardt frowned. "Are you sure?" Luca scowled. "I don''t get lost. Something is messing with the terrain." "Great," Reynard sighed dramatically. "A haunted forest. Just what we needed." "This isn''t a joke," Seraphina muttered. "We''re being led somewhere." Elena clutched her staff tighter. "I feel it too. The mana here is unnatural." Alicia''s golden eyes narrowed as she conjured a small flame, trying to burn away some of the mist, but the fog refused to clear. "This isn''t normal," she muttered. Sylvara placed a hand on a nearby tree, trying to connect with the surrounding nature. Her eyes widened. "Something is draining the life from these trees." Luca growled. "Then we need to move. Now." Alden had a bad feeling. This wasn''t supposed to happen. --- A thick fog rolled in, cutting off their visibility. Leonhardt immediately drew his sword. "Everyone, stay close." Alicia summoned a larger flame, but it barely illuminated their surroundings. "This mist¡­ it''s not natural," she muttered. Then, the sound of rustling leaves echoed. Luca''s ears twitched. "Something''s coming." Before anyone could react, a shadow lunged from the fog. Luca barely dodged as a clawed hand swiped at him. "Damn it! We''ve got company!" Figures emerged from the mist¡ªtwisted humanoid shapes with glowing red eyes. Their bodies flickered as if they weren''t fully real. Leonhardt stepped forward, lightning crackling around his sword. "Defensive formation!" Alicia''s blade ignited in flames. "They don''t look solid¡­ be careful!" Sylvara launched vines at one of the creatures, but the attack phased through. Seraphina conjured a spear of ice and hurled it¡ªonly for the creature to absorb it. "They''re feeding on mana!" Alden watched, his grip on his dagger tightening. "Then physical attacks should work." Leonhardt nodded, slashing at one of the creatures. The beast hissed before disintegrating into mist. Reynard grinned. "Guess it''s time to get physical." The group switched to melee combat. Without mana-based attacks, they had to rely on pure skill. --- Alden moved swiftly, his Shadow Fang Dagger Art activating. His dagger struck directly into the head of one of the creatures, making it shriek before vanishing. Leonhardt glanced over. "Nice work." Alden nodded. "They''re weak to direct attacks. Just don''t use magic." Reynard smirked. "Finally, something I''m good at." The battle was chaotic but precise. One by one, the creatures fell. As the last shadow dissipated, the fog began to clear. Elena let out a sigh of relief. "That was¡­ exhausting." Alicia wiped her blade. "What the hell were those things?" Luca''s tail flicked. "Not normal beasts, that''s for sure." Sylvara turned to Alden. "You seemed to know something." Alden shrugged. "Just a hunch." Leonhardt crossed his arms. "You''ve been awfully quiet about all this." Alden smirked. "Observing." Alicia sighed. "You''re impossible." Before they could argue further, Shiranui suddenly growled, her white fur bristling. ["Master¡­ something bigger is coming."] Alden''s smirk vanished. From deeper in the forest, an ominous energy pulsed. Whatever was waiting for them¡­ was far worse. To Be Continued¡­ Chapter 51 Into the Depths of the Forest The eerie silence after the battle against the shadowy creatures was far more unsettling than the fight itself. The dense mist that had clouded their vision was slowly dissipating, revealing the twisted trees and the faint, unnatural glow pulsing deeper within the forest. Shiranui, perched on Alden''s shoulder, flicked her tails uneasily. ["Something ahead, master. It''s not like those weaklings."] Alden adjusted his grip on his dagger but remained silent. He wasn''t about to say anything unnecessary. Not yet. Leonhardt''s emerald-green eyes scanned the surroundings, his brow furrowed. "We need to keep moving. Standing around will only get us killed." Alicia wiped her sword clean, golden eyes glinting with focus. "The question is, which direction? If this place is leading us somewhere, should we even follow it?" "Like we have a choice," Reynard muttered, his fox-like grin ever-present. "I don''t like being led around, but going back might just get us into another trap." Seraphina crossed her arms, her icy-blue eyes sharp. "Agreed. Moving forward is the only option." Elena sighed, adjusting her cloak. "I can heal minor injuries, but if we run into something worse, we won''t be in great shape." Luca sniffed the air and frowned. "The scents here are all mixed up¡­ But I think I sense something ahead. Something alive." Sylvara pressed a hand against a nearby tree, closing her eyes. A pulse of green mana spread from her palm. "There''s mana up ahead. Twisted¡­ but alive." Alden exhaled quietly. "Then let''s not waste time." The group moved forward, their steps cautious as the forest seemed to close in around them. --- The Ruins in the Forest After nearly half an hour of walking, the trees suddenly thinned out, revealing something ancient. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. A massive stone structure loomed ahead¡ªruins swallowed by time, covered in moss, with strange carvings glowing faintly along its surface. Leonhardt narrowed his eyes. "This¡­ wasn''t in the Academy''s maps." Alicia traced her fingers over the carvings. "It''s old¡­ but untouched." Seraphina examined them more closely. "These markings¡­ They don''t belong to any modern language." Sylvara inhaled sharply. "It''s elven. But¡­ an ancient dialect I don''t recognize." Reynard''s grin widened. "Ruins in a haunted forest? This just keeps getting better." Luca''s ears twitched. "Something''s inside. Watching us." Alden remained still, his black eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. In the original game, this event was supposed to happen on the third day. We''re ahead of schedule. Shiranui growled softly. ["Something strong is here."] Kurenai, his sword, hummed faintly. ["Stay alert."] --- The Guardian Awakens A deep, rumbling sound filled the air. The ground shook. A heavy pressure settled over them, suffocating and oppressive. Then, two massive golden eyes snapped open within the ruins. Alicia tensed. "That''s¡­" A colossal stone guardian emerged, its fifteen-foot-tall frame covered in cracks that pulsed with ominous red mana. Leonhardt clenched his fists. "A dungeon guardian?" Sylvara muttered a curse. "Something''s controlling it." The guardian let out a deafening roar, shaking the very foundation of the ruins. Then¡ªit charged. Leonhardt was the first to move. With a burst of mana, he dashed forward, his sword crackling with lightning as he slashed at the guardian''s leg. The attack landed¡ªbut left only a faint scorch mark. Alicia followed, flames engulfing her blade as she struck at the other leg. But¡ªthe guardian barely reacted. Luca leaped forward, claws glowing with earthy mana as he struck its arm. The stone barely chipped. Sylvara conjured vines, wrapping them around the guardian''s legs. It ripped through them effortlessly. Seraphina formed spears of ice, aiming for the glowing cracks. The spears shattered on impact. Reynard vanished into the shadows, reappearing behind it to stab at the gaps between its joints. The blade struck true, but the damage was minimal. Elena gritted her teeth, already preparing healing spells. Alden watched. He knew how this fight played out. This guardian wasn''t unbeatable. It had weak points¡ªif they found them. He stepped forward. "Its joints. Focus there." Leonhardt glanced at him. "You sure?" Alden nodded slightly. "It''s moving too smoothly for something that big. That means its weakest points are where it bends." Alicia exhaled. "Makes sense." Seraphina adjusted her grip. "We''ll see if that works." --- Leonhardt struck again, this time aiming for the knee joint. The guardian staggered slightly. Alicia, following his lead, slashed at the same spot. A crack formed. Luca, seeing the opening, leaped in with a powerful kick, causing the guardian to stumble. Sylvara reinforced her vines, locking its legs in place just enough to give Reynard an opening. Reynard flashed behind it, aiming directly at a weak joint. His dagger plunged in, sending a shockwave of mana through the crack. Seraphina launched a precise ice spear¡ªthis time targeting an already damaged joint. The guardian roared. Its movements became sluggish. Leonhardt took a deep breath, his sword now crackling with intense mana. With one final, lightning-infused strike¡ªhe pierced the guardian''s core. A blinding flash erupted¡ªand the monster crumbled. Silence. Leonhardt let out a heavy breath, sheathing his sword. "That was¡­ something." Alicia wiped the sweat from her brow. "Yeah. But we won." Seraphina crossed her arms. "That thing wasn''t just a construct. Something made it." Elena checked on everyone, casting small healing spells where needed. "At least no one got seriously injured." Luca cracked his neck. "That was fun." Reynard smirked. "You have a twisted sense of fun." Sylvara knelt near the ruins, pressing her hand against the stone. "There''s more to this place. I can feel it." Alden remained silent. In the game, this was where the protagonist and his allies unlocked their first power-ups. The guardian was meant to test them. And after defeating it, they were supposed to find something hidden here. Were things still following the original path? Shiranui let out a small hum. ["Master, there''s more."] Kurenai agreed. ["The ruins are still alive."] Alden exhaled. This wasn''t over. And deep within the ruins, something began to stir. To Be Continued¡­ Trial of growth The air was thick with mana. The ruins stood in eerie silence, their ancient walls pulsating faintly with inscriptions that shimmered like whispers of a forgotten past. The battle with the guardian beast had drained them, yet an unspoken force within this chamber called to them. At the center of the hall, resting on a pedestal of obsidian, was a floating orb of light¡ªbrilliant yet unfathomable. It was neither warm nor cold, neither inviting nor hostile. Just waiting. Alden adjusted his sunglasses. He already knew what this was. The Trial of Growth. --- The Ancient Rite Leonhardt was the first to break the silence. "That thing¡­ It''s radiating mana." Seraphina''s icy gaze swept the surroundings. "It''s a trial. The inscriptions say, ''The chosen must endure the storm within.''" Alicia frowned, her golden eyes flickering with unease. "That doesn''t sound reassuring." Reynard exhaled sharply. "A power-up like this? It''s never free." Sylvara traced her fingers along the glowing inscriptions. "But it''s here for a reason." Luca''s ears twitched. "We''re in too deep to back out now." Elena, ever the cautious one, whispered a prayer. "If this is divine providence, then we must proceed." Their hesitation was justified. The main cast had played enough games with fate already. They knew how these things worked¡ªpower came at a price. Alden stood at the edge, watching. In the game, this event wasn''t a gift¡ªit was a necessity. Without this trial, the main cast wouldn''t survive what lay ahead. They didn''t know it, but this was their moment of evolution. And he intended to claim his share of it. --- The First to Step Forward Leonhardt, ever the leader, inhaled deeply and stepped forward. The moment his fingers brushed the orb¡ªBOOM. Lightning surged around him, intertwining with the earth beneath his feet, while streams of water spiraled into his body. His mana circuits strained under the pressure before abruptly expanding, like a river carving a deeper path.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. He dropped to one knee, gasping. Then, his eyes sharpened. "It¡­ strengthened my foundations." A notification appeared in his mind: [New Trait Acquired ¨C Elemental Convergence: Your triple affinity harmonizes, reducing internal conflicts in mana flow and improving multi-element casting efficiency.] Leonhardt clenched his fists. His powers had always been disjointed, his elements refusing to cooperate. But now¡­ Now, they moved as one. The orb pulsed again. It was waiting. --- One by One Alicia was next. Fire roared to life around her, spiraling like a serpent. She gritted her teeth as the flames turned white-hot, sinking into her core. When they finally died down, she exhaled a plume of smoke. [New Trait Acquired ¨C Crimson Veil: Your flames burn hotter under pressure, increasing in intensity when facing stronger opponents.] She smirked, tossing back her red hair. "Now that''s useful." Seraphina stepped up without a word. A gust of icy wind howled around her, sharp as razors. Frost crawled along her arms, her veins pulsing with a cold glow. When it faded, she opened her eyes¡ªa deeper, more piercing blue. [New Skill Acquired ¨C Absolute Freeze: Allows you to momentarily halt molecular motion in a small area, strengthening ice magic dramatically.] Sylvara placed her hand on the orb, and the chamber responded. Roots burst from the stone, vines curling around her as nature itself acknowledged her presence. When the magic settled, she felt something different¡ªa deeper connection to the land. [New Skill Acquired ¨C Verdant Renewal: Passively absorbs nature mana in forests, slowly recovering stamina and injuries over time.] Reynard''s turn. Shadows surged around him, the dim light in the chamber flickering wildly. His golden eyes gleamed as he absorbed the power. [New Skill Acquired ¨C Phantom Step: Your movements leave afterimages in darkness, confusing enemies.] Luca grinned before pressing his palm against the orb. A deep, earthen rumble resonated through him as his muscles hardened, his already formidable physique becoming even stronger. [New Trait Acquired ¨C Titan''s Resilience: Reduces damage taken from physical attacks and increases resistance to blunt force trauma.] Elena''s hand trembled slightly as she touched the orb. A soft golden light embraced her, her breath steadying as divine energy seeped into her bones. [New Skill Acquired ¨C Sanctum Barrier: Creates a protective aura that passively shields allies in close range.] The others turned to Alden. He said nothing as he stepped forward. --- Alden''s Turn The moment his palm met the orb, the world vanished. An explosion of pure mana engulfed him. It wasn''t elemental, nor was it something external¡ªit dug into him. A sharp, burning sensation coiled around his wrist. Something was being carved into his very being. Shiranui''s voice echoed in his mind. ["Master¡ªthis is different!"] Kurenai hummed. ["This power isn''t borrowed¡­ It''s recognizing you."] Alden felt his mana circuits shatter and rebuild themselves, his body reshaping to accommodate something new. And then¡ªeverything snapped into place. His aura surged, his body stabilizing as new power settled within him. His rank had shifted. [Breakthrough ¨C E+ ¡ú D- Rank Achieved.] And on the back of his hand, something new glowed faintly. [New Skill Acquired ¨C Mark of Connection: Allows the user to imprint marks on objects, enabling remote transfer of mana and aura. Marked objects can store energy or be used as conduits.] Alden stared at the mark. Alden took a slow breath, rolling his shoulders as the last remnants of energy settled in his body. His entire being felt refined, as if his mana had finally aligned into something smoother¡ªmore natural. The faint glow on the back of his hand dimmed, leaving behind a subtle mark barely visible under the dim light of the ruins. When he turned around, the others were staring at him. Leonhardt raised an eyebrow. "That¡­ took longer than the rest of us." Alicia frowned. "Your reaction looked painful. What happened?" Seraphina''s icy gaze flickered with curiosity. "You absorbed more energy than expected." Alden blinked, then forced a chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. "I think my mana circuits weren''t handling the surge properly at first. Maybe because I don''t have an affinity? Had to brute-force my way through it." Sylvara tilted her head. "That¡­ does make sense. Without an elemental pathway, your body might''ve struggled to process the raw mana." Elena stepped closer, concern softening her expression. "Are you alright now?" He smiled at her. "Yeah, I feel better than ever, actually." He flexed his fingers. "Stronger, even." Luca grinned. "Well, you did break through to D- Rank. That''s a damn good result." Reynard narrowed his golden eyes. "And what did you get? Everyone here got a skill or trait. What''s yours?" Alden hesitated for only a second before he responded, weaving his words carefully. "It''s called Mark of Connection¡ªlets me leave a mana imprint on objects. I think it helps me store or transfer mana through them." Alicia hummed, crossing her arms. "That''s¡­ oddly fitting for you. You always seem like you have backup plans." Leonhardt nodded. "Could be useful. You might be able to set up traps or reinforce weapons from a distance." Seraphina''s lips twitched in mild amusement. "If you master it, that could be a terrifying ability in battle." Alden laughed lightly. "That''s the goal." Reynard was still staring at him, as if trying to see through him, but he shrugged. "Huh. Guess that''s pretty useful. Not flashy, but practical." Alden smirked. "Exactly. I like practical things." Luca clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Well, you don''t look like you''re dying, so I''d say this was a success." Sylvara gave a small smile. "We''ve all grown stronger." Elena nodded. "We should move forward. These ruins might hold more surprises." Alden adjusted his gloves, feeling the new power thrumming beneath his skin. Yes. This would do just fine. As they turned to leave, Shiranui flicked her tails against his shoulder. "You are getting better at lying." Kurenai chuckled in his mind. "At least this time, it''s not completely false." Alden smirked. He had no intention of wasting this power. Calm before the storm The ruins provided a much-needed reprieve from the harsh environment of the forest. The group had decided to stay after discovering a natural water source flowing through the ancient structure¡ªan underground spring, pure and untouched. With the immediate threat gone, they took the chance to rest and recover. Alden leaned against the stone wall, feeling the cold seeping through his uniform. He pulled up his status window, eyes scanning the improvements. --- [Status Window] Name: Alden Blackwood Race: Human Rank: D- Mana Capacity: D Affinities: None Physique: Enhanced (Due to Purification) --- Basic Stats Strength: D- Agility: D- Intelligence: C+ Mana: D Stamina: D- The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. --- Skills Eclipse vision: Illusions & Mind Control ¨C Can trap enemies in illusions or briefly control weak minds. Enhanced Perception ¨C Slows down movements and improves reaction speed. Voidstep (Trait) Ability: Allows the user to phase through objects and enter a personal pocket dimension. They can teleport by stepping through space itself. Mana Manipulation (Intermediate) ¨C Allows precise control over mana circulation. Stealth (Basic) ¨C Reduces presence and sound of movement. Aura Control (Beginner) ¨C Enables reinforcement of the body and weapons using aura. Telekinesis (Basic) ¨C Grants control over objects using mana and willpower. Mark of Connection (Unique) ¨C Allows Alden to imprint a mark on objects, enabling mana transfer, reinforcement, and remote interaction. --- Weapon Arts Five Forms of the Crimson Moon (5-Star) [1/5 Unlocked] First Form: Lunar Severance ¨C A devastating single slash that cuts through mana defenses. Shadow Fang Dagger Art (3-Star) [15% Proficiency] A fast, deceptive dagger art specialized in speed and misdirection. Phantom Edge Sword (2-Star) [45% Proficiency] A balanced style that blends offense and defense. Swift Blade Style (2-Star) [50% Proficiency] A sword art designed for rapid attacks and movement. Shadow Step Footwork (2-Star) [60% Proficiency] A movement technique that increases agility and unpredictability. --- Alden exhaled, absorbing the changes. His rank had improved, his stats had increased significantly, and most importantly¡ªMark of Connection was far more useful than he''d initially thought. He experimented earlier, marking a mana core and channeling energy from it. With some control, he could absorb its stored mana, reducing the strain on his own reserves. If used correctly, this meant¡ª Voidstep biggest limitation, its mana consumption, could now be mitigated. He clenched his fists. This was a game-changer. But there was no time to celebrate. --- The Upcoming Danger Leonhardt sat by the water, refilling his flask. "We should stay here for now. We have shelter, water, and time to recover." Alicia nodded. "Agreed. We need to ration our food, though." Seraphina leaned against a pillar. "This place is safe for now, but we don''t know for how long." Alden stayed silent. I know exactly how long. If the game followed its original script, a massive monster horde would descend on these ruins within the next few days. Individually, the monsters were weak F¡ªD-rank at most¡ªbut their sheer numbers would turn this into a war of attrition. For the next two weeks, they would be trapped here, constantly fending off waves of creatures. This was a turning point in the game¡ªa trial by fire that would force the main cast to grow stronger through relentless combat. And Alden was now part of it. His grip tightened around his dagger. Time to prepare. --- End of Chapter Chapter: Preparing for the Siege The ruins had become their temporary fortress. The stone walls, cracked and weathered with age, provided some protection, but against an endless monster horde, they wouldn''t hold forever. Alden sat on a fallen pillar, absentmindedly twirling a mana core between his fingers. The faint glow inside the crystal flickered as he focused on it, trying something new. He had already tested his Mark of Connection on weapons, and it worked flawlessly. But could he extend that same connection to an external mana source? If I can draw mana from cores¡­ my biggest limitation disappears. --- Testing the Mana Core Connection Alden pressed his palm against the small, cracked mana core of a defeated beast. It was weak¡ªbarely useful to most¡ªbut that made it perfect for testing. He activated his Mark of Connection. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a thin thread of energy linked him to the core. He exhaled slowly, pulling at it, trying to draw mana into his circuits. A faint trickle of energy flowed into him. It wasn''t much, but it worked. I can use this in battle. If he could mark multiple cores, he could pull mana mid-fight, extending his stamina and reducing his reliance on potions. It wasn''t unlimited, but it was an advantage no one else had. --- Planning the Defense The others were discussing strategy. Leonhardt, as the strongest, took a natural leadership role. "We should fortify the entrance," Leon said. "If we let them surround us, we''re finished." Alicia crossed her arms. "That''s obvious, but how?" Seraphina leaned against a stone pillar. "I can create ice walls to slow them." Sylvara nodded. "I''ll reinforce the structure with vines. The ruins will hold longer that way." Alden, still testing his mana core experiment, glanced up. "If we funnel them through a narrow corridor, it''ll be easier to handle them in waves." Reynard smirked. "Tch. Sounds like a lot of effort. Can''t we just run?" This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. Luca let out a bark of laughter. "Run where? We''re stuck here until this event ends." Elena, ever the voice of reason, sighed. "We should conserve stamina, too. This could last weeks." Alden nodded, pocketing the mana core he''d been experimenting with. "In that case, we should gather resources now while we can." Leonhardt clapped his hands together. "Alright. Let''s move." -- Each of them took up a role: Seraphina and Sylvara reinforced the ruins. Leonhardt, Alicia, and Luca hunted for food and additional mana cores. Reynard scouted for possible ambushes. Elena checked their supplies and rationed healing potions. Alden worked on refining his Mark of Connection. --- Sitting near the ruined temple, Alden held out his katana, Kurenai. He marked it, feeling the invisible thread bind him to the blade. Then, he activated his Telekinesis. The katana floated, moving with a thought. He could already coat it in mana from a distance, but now he wanted to take it further. He grabbed another mana core and marked it. This time, he tried drawing mana directly from the core into his katana. The energy flickered, resisting at first, but then¡ªsuccess. A faint glow pulsed along Kurenai''s edge. He grinned. This changes everything. Not only could he manipulate weapons remotely, but he could also channel energy from external sources. Shiranui, his nine-tailed fox, opened one eye lazily. "You''re playing with dangerous things again." Alden smirked. "It''s called experimenting." Kurenai''s voice echoed in his mind. "Hmph. At least you''re improving." Alicia, who had been passing by, raised an eyebrow. "Still talking to yourself?" He shrugged. "You should try it sometime. Might make your sword like you more." She rolled her eyes but didn''t press further. As night fell, the ruins felt eerily quiet. Too quiet. Alden leaned against a wall, gazing at the stars. The others had settled in¡ªsome resting, some refining their mana control. Leonhardt sat beside him, arms crossed. "You''re surprisingly good at planning." Alden chuckled. "I just give suggestions. You''re the one leading." Leon shrugged. "Either way, thanks." Alden said nothing. He wasn''t here to lead. He was here to survive. Because tomorrow, the real fight would begin. Morning arrived with a heavy tension in the air. The ruins were eerily silent, the distant howls and screeches of monsters echoing through the dense forest. Alden stretched, rolling his shoulders. His body had adapted to D- Rank, but his stamina was still his weakest point. The Mark of Connection had proven useful for drawing mana from cores, but it wasn''t an infinite solution. He turned to the others. They were already awake and preparing. Leonhardt adjusted his spear, the silver edge reflecting the dim sunlight. "It''s almost time." Alicia checked her sword, mana flickering around the blade as she infused it with fire. "How many do you think will come first?" Reynard smirked. "Enough to keep us entertained." Seraphina frowned, crossing her arms. "This isn''t a game. If we mess up, we''re dead." Elena sighed, clutching her healing staff. "Stay close if you get injured. I won''t be able to heal everyone at once." Luca cracked his knuckles, his beastkin ears twitching. "Let''s see how strong these things are." Alden remained silent, his black eyes scanning the tree line. The first wave should be soon. Then, the growls started. --- The Attack Begins From the depths of the forest, figures emerged. Dark shapes, low-tier monsters, but numbering in the hundreds. Goblins, large wolves with glowing red eyes, and a few hulking ogre-like creatures stomped toward them. Leonhardt took the lead. "Formation! Seraphina, ice walls now!" Seraphina stepped forward, slamming her hand against the ground. A barrier of ice erupted in front of them, creating a chokepoint. Alden narrowed his eyes. Good. That''ll funnel them. The goblins rushed forward, snarling and screeching, clambering over each other to reach them. Leonhardt''s spear pierced through two goblins at once, his aura-enhanced strike ripping through their weak bodies. Alicia''s sword ignited in flames, her fire-infused slashes cutting down enemies in waves. Sylvara whispered an incantation, and roots erupted from the ground, grabbing several monsters and crushing them. Luca dashed forward, his claws glowing with earth mana, raking through a wolf''s throat. Reynard disappeared into the shadows, only to reappear behind a goblin commander, slitting its throat. Alden watched them work together seamlessly. They''ve already improved. A group of goblins broke through the ice wall, charging toward Alden. He raised his hand. A dagger floated into the air, controlled by his Telekinesis. It shot forward like a bullet, impaling the first goblin''s skull. Without stopping, Alden marked a nearby fallen mana core and drew energy from it, refueling himself as he maneuvered through the battlefield. One goblin lunged at him. He sidestepped, slashing downward with Kurenai. The blade glowed red, cutting through the goblin''s chest like butter. I can use my Mark of Connection on weapons too. He threw a second dagger¡ªthis one already marked¡ªand remotely coated it in mana mid-air. It struck a wolf''s eye, making it collapse in pain. Shiranui, his nine-tailed fox, leaped beside him, its white fur glowing faintly. After half hour. As the last monster fell, silence returned. Alicia wiped sweat from her forehead. "That was... exhausting." Leonhardt nodded. "And that was only the first wave." Seraphina exhaled, her ice walls melting. "We need to recover before the next one." Alden glanced at the fallen monsters. His Mark of Connection had drained a few cores dry, leaving them cracked and useless. I need stronger sources. But he didn''t say anything. No need to explain what they wouldn''t understand. For now, they had survived. The next wave would be worse. And Alden would be ready. --- End of Chapter. The second wave The forest trembled. The first wave had been brutal, but nothing compared to what was coming. Alden''s gaze swept across the battlefield. The corpses of goblins, wolves, and boars lay scattered across the ruins, but the fight was far from over. A low rumble echoed through the trees, and then, like a breaking dam, the second wave of monsters charged forward. They were stronger. Bigger. Massive horned boars, their bodies reinforced with mana, trampled everything in their path. Shadow Panthers, their fur blending into the darkness, prowled alongside them, their glowing yellow eyes locked onto their next prey. And above¡ªvenomous wyverns circled, their acidic saliva sizzling as it dripped onto the battlefield. Alicia tightened her grip on her sword. "They just keep coming¡­" Leonhardt spun his spear, his emerald-green eyes narrowing. "We need to summon our beasts." Alden watched as the others nodded in agreement. One by one, the main cast called upon their contracted beasts. Seraphina was the first. She stepped forward, her mana condensing into a silver magic circle. The air chilled instantly as a magnificent Ice Griffin emerged, its wings shimmering with frost. The beast let out a piercing screech, and with a single flap of its wings, a blast of freezing wind turned a portion of the battlefield into ice. Next was Alicia. A golden-red magic circle flared beneath her feet, and from it, a Crimson Lion materialized. Its mane blazed like a roaring inferno, its molten eyes locking onto the charging monsters with predatory intensity. With a deep growl, it lunged forward, its claws leaving burning trails in the air. Sylvara''s turn. She extended her hands, and from the depths of the forest, a giant emerald-feathered hawk descended, its golden eyes gleaming with intelligence. With a cry, it took to the skies, its wind blades slicing through wyverns mid-air. Luca let out a wild laugh as he slammed his fists together. His beast¡ªa massive lion with molten veins¡ªappeared beside him, its fur radiating unbearable heat. With a powerful leap, it pounced onto a horned boar, sending it crashing into the dirt. Reynard smirked, his fox-like golden eyes flickering mischievously. A shadow stretched beneath him, and out of it, a two-tailed shadow fox emerged, its violet eyes glowing. It disappeared into the darkness, its presence barely detectable¡ªuntil the monsters started dropping, one by one. Elena pressed her palms together in silent prayer. A gentle golden light enveloped the battlefield, and a pure-white celestial deer materialized beside her, its antlers radiating divine energy.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. It lowered its head, sending out waves of healing mana, mending wounds and restoring stamina. Then there was Leon. Unlike the others, he struggled. His beast¡ªa Thunder Fang Wolf¡ªstood before him, but it refused to obey. It growled, its lightning-coated fur bristling in resistance. Leon clenched his fist. "Not now, damn it." The wyverns above descended, their sharp talons aimed at him. Alicia moved to intercept, but Leon gritted his teeth. "Obey me!" Lightning crackled as the Thunder Fang Wolf''s eyes glowed bright blue. Then, it moved. Faster than lightning, it vanished and reappeared above Leon, intercepting the wyverns with a burst of electric fangs. Leon exhaled, gripping his spear. Alden observed from the sidelines, arms crossed. So, that''s his moment of growth. He looked down at Shiranui, the white nine-tailed fox beside him. "You''re up." Shiranui flicked its tails lazily. "Took them long enough." Then, multiple afterimages of the fox appeared across the battlefield, confusing the monsters. --- The battle erupted in full force. Leon''s Thunder Fang Wolf dashed through the battlefield, its lightning-coated fangs tearing through wyverns. Seraphina''s Ice Griffin swooped down, its frost-coated claws ripping into a panther''s throat. Alicia''s Crimson Lion clashed head-on with a giant horned boar, burning through its thick hide with sheer heat. Sylvara''s Hawk unleashed a barrage of wind blades, slicing through wyvern wings. Luca''s Molten Lion barreled through enemy lines, its sheer presence turning monsters to ash. Reynard''s Shadow Fox danced between enemies, slitting throats and vanishing before anyone could react. Elena''s Celestial Deer stood firm, sending out pulses of healing magic while creating golden barriers to shield her allies. And then there was Alden. Shadow Panthers lunged at him from multiple directions. Alden flicked his hand. His dagger hovered mid-air, propelled by his telekinesis, before slashing through a panther''s throat. Another leaped at him. Alden sidestepped, marking Kurenai with his Mark of Connection and drawing mana from a fallen wyvern''s core. His katana glowed red, and with a single precise strike¡ªLunar Severance¡ªhe bisected two panthers at once. Shiranui moved beside him, flickering between afterimages. The horned boars tried to charge, but Shiranui left phantom illusions, leading them straight into death traps. A wyvern swooped down. Alden raised his hand. Using Telekinesis, he grabbed the wyvern''s wing mid-air and forced it downward. The beast crashed into the ruins, dazed. Alden wasted no time. He marked his dagger, sending it flying straight into the wyvern''s skull. Minutes passed. The battlefield fell silent. Corpses littered the ground, the scent of blood thick in the air. Leon exhaled, resting his spear on his shoulder. "That¡­ was rough." Alicia sheathed her sword. "But we survived." Seraphina nodded. "We fought as a team." Alden remained quiet, gazing at the battlefield. His Mark of Connection had drawn mana from multiple cores, but it wasn''t enough. The third wave would be worse. And Alden needed more power. He would be ready. The battlefield was chaos. The third wave had arrived¡ªfaster than expected. Monsters flooded in from all sides, their screeches and roars mixing into an overwhelming cacophony. Alden exhaled slowly, gripping Kurenai, his crimson katana. His other hand hovered near his belt, where several daggers rested. I''m improving. He could feel it¡ªhis movements sharper, his reactions quicker. Fighting in real battles was different from sparring. The pressure, the unpredictability¡ªit forced growth. His weapon arts were advancing at a rapid pace. --- A massive Direwolf lunged at him, its fangs bared. Alden sidestepped, his katana flashing in a swift arc. First Form: Lunar Severance. A single precise slash¡ªand the wolf''s head fell, its body crumpling to the ground. Alden spun as another beast charged, a Scaled Boar with armored plating over its hide. Too thick to cut through easily. Instead of swinging, he leapt back¡ªand with a flick of his wrist, a dagger shot forward. Pierce the gaps in the armor. The dagger found its mark, stabbing deep into the beast''s exposed eye. It shrieked in agony, thrashing violently. Alden dashed forward, Kurenai gleaming in his grasp. With a final downward strike, he ended the fight. --- [System Notification] Telekinesis (Basic) ¡ú Intermediate! Alden froze for a split second as the message appeared before him. Finally. His control over Telekinesis had been improving, but now¡ªhe could feel the difference. Testing it, he lifted a dagger from his belt. It hovered smoothly, responding instantly to his will. He flicked his fingers¡ªthe dagger spun, twisting and turning midair. This is¡­ much more precise than before. Then an idea struck him. Alden grabbed another dagger¡ªthis time, in his hand. He tested a movement, slashing with his physical dagger, while simultaneously moving the floating one in a mirrored motion. I can control a dagger while also using a weapon? A grin spread across his face. Let''s see how far I can take this. A new foe emerged¡ªa Shadow Stalker, its dark form blending into the battlefield. It was fast¡ªa creature that struck from the shadows and disappeared. Alden let it approach. The moment it pounced, he moved. Kurenai flashed, parrying the beast''s claw midair. At the same time, his telekinetic dagger struck from the side. Shadow Fang Dagger Art¡ªPiercing Spiral. The floating dagger drilled forward, stabbing deep into the monster''s side. The Shadow Stalker howled, staggering back. Alden followed up, his katana slicing through its throat before it could recover. The corpse collapsed, fading into wisps of dark energy. He stood still for a moment, processing what just happened. I just executed a two-weapon attack¡ªone physical, one telekinetic. The potential was endless. --- Nearby, Leon fought with a fluid mix of styles. His Thunder Fang Wolf lunged at enemies, covering him as he switched between sword and spear. When fighting multiple opponents, he wielded his spear, using wide sweeps to keep monsters at bay. But when dueling stronger beasts, he shifted to his sword, focusing on precise, controlled strikes. Alden watched as Leon adapted on the fly, adjusting his techniques depending on the fight. He''s learning quickly. Leon slashed through a Bladed Mantisaur, his blade sparking with lightning, before spinning and thrusting his spear into a charging beast. His Thunder Fang Wolf howled, lightning crackling around it. Leon wiped sweat from his forehead and grinned. "We''re getting better, huh?" Alden smirked. "Not bad." The Battle Continued The third wave wasn''t over yet. More beasts poured in, but the main cast had gained momentum. Seraphina, Alicia, Reynard, Sylvara, Luca, and Elena all fought alongside their beasts, each of them pushing past their limits. Alden twirled his katana in one hand, his telekinetic dagger spinning in the air beside him. This is just the beginning. The horde would last for days. And he would use every moment to grow stronger. --- End of Chapter. The final wave A Week of Battles For the past seven days, the ruins had become a battlefield. Wave after wave of monsters had come crashing down on them. Each new assault brought fresh horrors, pushing them to their limits. The first few waves had been easy¡ªa mix of F and E-rank monsters like Direwolves, Armored Boars, and Mantisaurs. Then came the more dangerous threats: Wave 4: A swarm of Venom Stalkers, agile spider-like creatures with corrosive venom. Their rapid movement and ability to climb walls forced the group into a defensive battle, relying on coordination to keep them at bay. Wave 5: Howling Specters, ghostly entities that drained mana on contact. Without Elena''s Holy Light, they might have been overwhelmed. Wave 6: A pack of Basilisks, their petrifying gaze forcing the group to fight blind or rely on indirect attacks. Sylvara and Luca led the charge, using nature magic and earth manipulation to control the battlefield. Wave 7: Frostclaw Bears, hulking beasts with ice-covered claws that could freeze flesh on impact. Seraphina had shined here, her ice magic clashing with theirs in an intense duel of control. Now, they had one final wave to face. And it was going to be the worst one yet. --- Leon''s Pov Leonhardt Valerian tightened his grip on his sword as the ruins shook from the approaching horde. The final wave was here. A deep, guttural roar echoed through the trees. Then, hundreds of figures emerged from the shadows. Goblins. Not the weak, cowardly ones he had read about in books. These goblins were organized, each of them holding crude weapons and wearing scavenged armor. And leading them¡­ A massive C- Rank Orc Warlord. The beast towered over the goblins, standing nearly eight feet tall, with thick, scarred green skin and burning crimson eyes. It wielded a massive greatsword, the jagged metal stained with dried blood. Leon exhaled slowly. "This is it." Beside him, Alicia von Rosenheim unsheathed her flaming sword, her golden eyes fierce with determination. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Luca Ashenpaw cracked his knuckles, his beastly grin revealing sharp canines. "The orc is ours," Leon said, stepping forward. "The others will handle the goblins." Alicia smirked. "Fine by me. I''ve been wanting to test myself against something big." Luca laughed, stretching his arms. "Let''s see if this thing can handle us." The battle began. While Leon, Alicia, and Luca charged the Orc Warlord, the rest of the party engaged the goblins. Seraphina''s Ice Griffin swooped down, freezing goblins solid before shattering them with its claws. Sylvara called upon Nature''s Wrath, vines bursting from the ground and impaling her enemies. Reynard darted through the battlefield, using his illusion magic to confuse and assassinate goblins before they even realized he was there. Elena stood at the center, casting protective barriers while sending out waves of holy light to burn through the goblins. And Alden¡­ Alden moved through the battlefield with precise, controlled strikes. A katana in one hand, a dagger floating beside him¡ªhis telekinetic control had reached a new level. Each movement was calculated, each attack measured¡ªa perfect blend of skill, experience, and power. --- The Orc Warlord raised its massive greatsword, bellowing as it brought it down with enough force to shatter stone. Leon barely dodged in time, rolling to the side as the blade tore into the earth, leaving a massive crater. That was close. He pushed forward, his Thunder Fang Wolf attacking the orc''s flank with crackling lightning. The orc grunted, swatting the wolf aside like it was a mere nuisance. Leon lunged in, his sword crackling with electricity, aiming for the orc''s exposed side. But the warlord was fast¡ªfaster than something its size should be. It twisted, blocking with its forearm, taking the strike but preventing any deep injury. Leon clicked his tongue. I need to be smarter. Alicia came in next, her Crimson Lion roaring as she swung her flaming sword. The orc raised its greatsword, clashing against hers in a blazing impact. Sparks flew as Alicia was pushed back, but her flames left a burn on the orc''s blade. Luca took his chance, using his earth-enhanced fists to strike the orc''s legs, trying to unbalance it. The warlord stumbled, but it wasn''t enough to bring it down. Leon''s mind raced. We need to take control of the fight. He switched tactics, shifting to his spear and attacking from a longer range. Alicia and Luca kept pressuring the orc, preventing it from focusing on any single one of them. Then Leon saw his opportunity. The orc raised its weapon for another massive strike, leaving its chest wide open. Leon surged forward¡ª Lightning coursing through his spear. "Now!" he shouted. Alicia''s sword flared, and Luca drove his fists into the ground, causing a shockwave beneath the orc. The orc roared, trying to regain its balance. Leon didn''t give it a chance. He thrust his spear forward, the tip crackling with electricity, piercing straight into the warlord''s heart. The orc stiffened, its eyes widening in shock. Lightning surged through its body, paralyzing it as smoke rose from its flesh. Leon ripped his spear free, flipping backward just as Alicia brought her sword down, cleaving through the orc''s neck. The warlord''s head hit the ground with a heavy thud. Silence followed. Then¡ª The goblin horde broke. Without their leader, they scattered, fleeing into the forest. Leon let out a breath, his arms aching from the prolonged battle. Alicia wiped sweat from her brow, her flames dimming. "That was tougher than I expected." Luca rolled his shoulders, flashing his feral grin. "That was fun." Leon chuckled, glancing toward the others. The rest of the party was finishing off the last of the goblins, securing their victory. But even as relief washed over them, a part of Leon felt uneasy. Alden''s POV ¨C Blood. The scent of iron was thick in the air, mixing with the stench of sweat and death. Alden moved like a shadow through the battlefield, his katana cutting down goblins with precise, measured strikes. His telekinetic dagger danced around him, piercing eyes, throats, and hearts, clearing enemies before they could overwhelm his allies. The battle had been going on for nearly an hour now. His muscles ached, his breathing was ragged, but his mind was sharp¡ªanalyzing every movement, predicting every shift. From the corner of his eye, he saw Leon, Alicia, and Luca engaged in their battle with the Orc Warlord. They can handle it. Alden focused on the horde. There were still dozens of goblins left. Seraphina''s Ice Griffin was freezing enemies, crushing them with its claws. Sylvara''s Nature Magic turned the battlefield into a maze of thorned vines and piercing roots. Reynard moved unseen, his illusions tricking goblins into killing each other before his daggers found their mark. And Elena¡ª She was the pillar of their formation, casting healing waves and protective barriers, preventing injuries from turning fatal. Alden had no doubt. They were winning. Then it happened. Leon''s lightning-coated spear struck the Orc Warlord''s heart, paralyzing it. Alicia''s flaming sword came down¡ª And the orc''s head rolled across the battlefield. A moment of silence followed. Then¡ª The goblins broke rank, fleeing into the forest. The battle was over. Leon exhaled, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Finally¡­ it''s done." Alicia sheathed her sword. "That was intense." Luca cracked his knuckles. "Easy win." Alden, however, felt uneasy. Something was wrong. In the game, this was supposed to be the final wave. After the warlord''s death, the horde was meant to fully disperse, ending the encounter. But now¡­ His instincts screamed at him. The air shifted¡ª And a new, heavier presence filled the battlefield. No¡­ This isn''t right¡­ Then¡ª A second roar shattered the night. Alden froze, eyes widening as something stepped out of the forest. A towering figure, standing even taller than the first orc. Thicker muscles. Heavier armor. A massive, cleaver-like blade resting on its shoulder. But that wasn''t what shocked him. This was not the Orc Warlord from the game. This¡­ was something new. The one we killed¡­ was female. And now, her mate had arrived. A male Orc Warlord. Its blood-red eyes locked onto the corpse of the fallen orc. A moment of silence¡­ Then¡ª It breathed in deeply, its muscles tensing, and let out an earth-shattering¡ª "KROOOOOHH!!" The ground trembled. And Alden knew¡ª They weren''t done yet. The second warlord Alden''s POV ¨C The True Battle Begins The battlefield should have been silent. The enemy should have been dead. Yet, the moment Leon drove his spear through the Orc Warlord''s chest, Alden felt a chill crawl up his spine. Something was wrong. A new presence loomed over them¡ªa towering shadow emerging from the trees. A deep, guttural growl rumbled through the air, making the already trembling goblins freeze in terror. A second Orc Warlord. Alden''s stomach twisted. This¡­ wasn''t in the game. This wasn''t supposed to happen. The male warlord stepped forward, its blood-red eyes burning with fury. "You¡­ killed¡­ my mate." Alden barely had time to process before the massive axe in the orc''s hand slammed into the ground, sending a shockwave through the ruins. Dust and debris scattered. Alicia took a step back, her grip tightening on her sword. Leon''s expression hardened, already raising his spear. Luca let out a low growl, his beastkin instincts on high alert. Seraphina''s Ice Griffin flared its wings, sensing the true battle had just begun. Sylvara''s green eyes shimmered, already preparing her magic. Elena clutched her staff, lips pressed into a thin line. Reynard clicked his tongue. "Great. Just what we needed." Alden exhaled, his mind racing. This orc¡­ was stronger. Faster. Angrier. And unlike the female, this one wouldn''t fall so easily. They would have to give everything just to survive. --- The Fight Begins Leon charged first, spear crackling with lightning as he thrust forward. The warlord didn''t dodge. It caught the spear with its bare hand. Leon''s eyes widened in shock¡ªjust as the orc swung its axe. Alicia lunged in, her flaming blade slicing through the air, intercepting the attack before it could land. Sparks erupted as her sword clashed against the warlord''s brute strength. Luca came from the side, his claws raking against the orc''s ribs, but his attack barely left a scratch. Sylvara''s vines erupted from the ground, trying to bind the monster''s legs, but the orc simply ripped through them with sheer power. Seraphina''s Ice Griffin unleashed a hail of ice spears, piercing the warlord''s skin¡ªbut it barely flinched. Reynard blurred into motion, his illusions creating multiple copies of Leon, all attacking from different angles. The warlord swung wildly, destroying the fakes in an instant. Elena chanted rapidly, sending waves of healing magic to keep the fighters standing.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. Alden stood at the back, watching. Analyzing. This wasn''t enough. They were strong, but the warlord was stronger. At this rate, they would lose. Unless¡ª They turned the battlefield against it. --- Alden slipped his hand into his coat, fingers brushing against the mana cores he had stored. He had been saving them. For emergencies. And this¡­ This was the perfect moment. With a deep breath, he activated his Eclipse vision beneath his glasses. His vision sharpened. Every detail of the battlefield became clear. Precise. Calculable. And most importantly¡ª He saw the goblins. Dozens of them, trembling, cowering, their weak minds already overwhelmed by fear. Alden''s voice was barely a whisper, yet it carried through the air like a command. "Kill the warlord." His eyes glowed, locking onto the weakest-willed among them. Their fear twisted into rage. And then¡ª They turned on their own master. A shrill battle cry erupted from the horde. Hundreds of goblins charged the warlord, weapons raised, eyes glowing red from Alden''s influence. It wasn''t full control¡ªbut it didn''t have to be. All they needed to do¡­ Was slow it down. --- The Turning Point The orc''s eyes widened in rage as its own minions swarmed it. "TREACHEROUS VERMIN!" With a single swing, it cut down ten goblins in an instant. Blood sprayed across the ruins. Screams filled the air. But the goblins kept coming. Dozens of small blades stabbed into its flesh. It wasn''t enough to kill it¡ª But it was enough to weaken it. Alden clenched his fists, pushing more mana into his Eclipse vision , reinforcing his hold. His cores drained rapidly. He wouldn''t be able to keep this up for long. But it didn''t matter. Because the real attack was coming. --- After more than a hour. The warlord''s deep, guttural growl sent shivers down their spines. Blood dripped from the dozens of wounds scattered across its massive frame, yet its crimson eyes still burned with rage. It refused to fall. Leon gritted his teeth, wiping sweat and blood from his brow. His muscles ached, his arms felt like lead, but he wasn''t about to back down. "This thing just won''t die," Luca muttered, his claws twitching. His body was covered in cuts and bruises from narrowly dodging the warlord''s axe swings. Alicia took a deep breath, gripping her sword tighter. Her flaming blade flickered weakly¡ªher mana reserves were running low. "We need to finish this now," Seraphina said coldly. The Ice Griffin at her side let out a strained cry, its wings battered from the fight. Elena pressed her staff against Reynard''s shoulder, healing his injuries. "You can''t keep rushing in recklessly." Reynard only flashed a weary grin, his fox-like golden eyes narrowing. "I wasn''t planning on getting hit. The damn thing is just too fast." Sylvara stepped forward, her emerald gaze locked onto the warlord. The vines she summoned had been torn apart too many times to count. But she wasn''t giving up. Alden, standing at the back, breathed heavily. His control over the goblins had wavered. The horde that had slowed the warlord down was now dead¡ªslaughtered by their former master. And the worst part? The orc had adapted. It learned from their attacks. The goblins'' interference had wounded it, but they had also made the warlord more cautious, more enraged. It was no longer mindlessly swinging its axe¡ªit was predicting their movements. It was still the strongest one here. And they were running out of time. Alden adjusted his grip on his katana, his mind racing. How do we kill it? Leon and Alicia had landed the most direct blows. Luca was the fastest, but his attacks lacked lethal force. Sylvara and Seraphina had magic, but the orc had resisted both nature and ice. Reynard''s illusions only worked for brief moments before the warlord adjusted. Elena could keep them alive, but they needed to end this. Then an idea struck him. "We need to force an opening," Alden called out. His voice was calm, steady¡ªa leader''s voice, even if he didn''t want to be one. The others turned to him. Leon gave a sharp nod. "What do you have in mind?" Alden''s gaze locked onto the warlord''s wounds. "We''ve been attacking it from all angles, but it''s too durable. It keeps adjusting. So we have to stop it from moving." Sylvara''s eyes widened in realization. "You mean¡­ trap it?" He nodded. "We don''t need to overpower it. We just need to make sure it can''t dodge." Seraphina''s lips curled into a smirk. "That¡­ I can do." Alicia inhaled deeply. "Then what?" Alden met Leon''s gaze. "You and Alicia will finish it." Leon exhaled, adjusting his grip on his spear. "Alright." Alicia cracked her neck. "Let''s end this." --- Seraphina and Sylvara moved first. The Ice Griffin unleashed a powerful frost storm, while Sylvara''s thickest vines erupted from the ground, aiming for the warlord''s legs. The orc snarled, trying to shake off the bindings¡ªbut that was the mistake. Reynard''s illusions flickered in, surrounding the warlord in a maze of false enemies. The monster''s red eyes darted, momentarily confused. That was all the time they needed. Alden''s dagger shot forward, guided by his telekinesis, slicing through the warlord''s shoulder. The orc roared in pain, twisting toward him¡ª And that''s when Luca struck. The beastkin warrior lunged, his claws sinking deep into the warlord''s ribs, tearing at its exposed flesh. Blood sprayed, but the warlord refused to go down. Its axe swung wildly, aiming to cleave Luca in two¡ª Alicia intercepted. Her flaming blade clashed against the axe, sparks flying as she held her ground. "LEON!" she shouted. Leon''s eyes flashed. Lightning crackled around him. With a deep breath, he vanished¡ªhis speed boosted by both his aura and magic. The next second¡ª His spear pierced straight through the warlord''s chest. Lightning surged through its body, frying it from the inside. Alicia twisted her blade, driving it deep into the orc''s neck, flames erupting from the wound. Luca, still holding onto the orc''s back, sank his claws deeper, ripping through flesh and tendons. Seraphina''s Ice Griffin unleashed one final, freezing blast, sealing the warlord''s wounds with a layer of frost¡ªlocking the damage in place. Sylvara''s vines tightened around its throat, choking the last bit of life from it. And Alden¡ª He sent his katana flying with telekinesis, aiming for the orc''s skull. SHINK! The blade buried deep, right between the warlord''s eyes. The orc staggered. It shuddered. Then¡ª It collapsed. Dead. The battlefield was eerily silent. Only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the air. Leon let out a shaky laugh, dropping to one knee. "That¡­ that was insane." Alicia wiped sweat from her forehead, her grip on her sword loosening. "Yeah. No kidding." Luca, still catching his breath, cracked his neck. "Took everything we had." Elena wasted no time, channeling healing magic into their wounds, her hands glowing with soft golden light. "Just sit still for a moment. You''re all barely standing." Seraphina sheathed her sword with a sigh. "This was supposed to be the last fight, right?" Sylvara frowned. "Then why do I feel uneasy?" Reynard scoffed, rolling his shoulders. "Because something doesn''t add up." Alden, still gripping his katana, stared at the orc''s corpse, his mind racing. "¡­Why did the goblins turn on their master?" The group froze. Leon blinked, his expression shifting to confusion. "Wait¡­ yeah. Why would they do that?" Sylvara''s green eyes narrowed. "That''s not normal. Even for weak-willed creatures, turning on their leader like that is¡­ strange." Alicia crossed her arms. "It doesn''t make sense. Warlords have absolute control over goblins. They wouldn''t suddenly betray their master unless they were forced to." Luca frowned, his ears twitching. "I''ve never seen anything like it before." Reynard exhaled sharply, his fox-like golden eyes flickering with suspicion. "Something doesn''t feel right." Alden kept his expression carefully neutral. He let his gaze move across the battlefield as if he was just as lost as them. "¡­Maybe it was fear?" He finally suggested. "We did kill the first warlord. Maybe without their leader, their instincts told them they had to obey the stronger force¡­ and when they realized the second warlord was a bigger threat, they turned on it instead." Reynard raised an eyebrow. "That''s a convenient explanation." Alden shrugged, giving him a tired smile. "It''s the only thing that makes sense. Unless someone here has some mind control magic we don''t know about?" He chuckled lightly, keeping his tone casual. Reynard narrowed his eyes, but before he could say anything else, Leon groaned and stood up, stretching his sore muscles. "Whatever the reason, it worked in our favor. We won." Elena sighed in relief. "Finally." Alicia nodded. "Yeah. Let''s get some rest." Alden followed them back toward the ruins. Found at last Two weeks had passed since the battle with the orc warlords, and yet, they remained stranded in the vast expanse of the forest. The ruins had become their temporary home, offering shelter from the harsh environment and a defensible position against wandering monsters. The first few days after the final battle had been spent recovering. Elena had nearly exhausted herself healing everyone, and Alden could tell that even Leon¡ªwho was usually so full of energy¡ªwas dragging himself through training sessions with pure willpower alone. But none of them had given up. They trained daily, refining their combat skills while also exploring the ruins for any hidden resources. The once-destroyed structures had proven useful, with underground water sources and even a hidden chamber filled with ancient mana inscriptions that Sylvara eagerly studied. Though their supplies were dwindling, morale had remained steady. Until today. --- Alden sat near a campfire, idly flipping a small mana core between his fingers. Shiranui was curled up beside him, her snowy fur glowing faintly in the dim light of the flames. Across from him, Luca was roasting some freshly hunted meat while Seraphina sat beside him, sharpening her blade with slow, methodical movements. "I don''t get it," Luca muttered. "It''s been two weeks. Why the hell hasn''t anyone found us yet?" Alicia, who was leaning against a crumbled pillar, exhaled tiredly. "The teleportation must''ve sent us deep into the forest¡ªmaybe somewhere beyond the normal scouting range." Leon, sitting with his arms crossed, frowned. "Even then, our families should''ve found us by now." Sylvara nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Noble families have extensive resources. If they were looking, they should''ve at least found a trail." Reynard smirked, tossing a small dagger between his fingers. "Unless they don''t want to find us." "Reynard." Elena shot him a warning look. "What? Just saying. Wouldn''t be the first time nobles ''lost'' an heir for convenience." Alicia scowled at him but didn''t argue. Alden, listening quietly, didn''t comment. He knew they were being searched for. The real question was why it was taking so long. Had something delayed them? Or¡­ had something interfered? His grip on the mana core tightened slightly. Before the conversation could continue, a sudden gust of wind rushed through the ruins, carrying an unfamiliar scent. Luca''s ears twitched, his nose flaring as he sniffed the air. His posture stiffened. "Someone''s coming." Immediately, the entire group went on high alert. Leon reached for his sword, and Alicia''s hand hovered over her blade. Sylvara murmured something under her breath, her fingers glowing with faint mana. Then, they heard it. The sound of marching footsteps. Dozens. No¡ªhundreds. Alden stood, his senses sharpening. Through the dense foliage beyond the ruins, figures in dark armor emerged.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. And leading them¡ª Were several knights clad in noble insignias. Leon''s eyes widened. "That''s¡­ my family''s crest." Alicia stiffened. "Mine too." One by one, each of them recognized the banners of their noble houses. A tall man with piercing green eyes, draped in regal armor, strode forward with authority. His gaze immediately locked onto Leon. "Leonhardt Valerian." Leon straightened. "Father." The man''s face betrayed no emotion. "You''re alive." Alicia''s own father stepped forward, relief visible on his normally strict features. "Alicia." More knights appeared, each addressing their respective heirs. Seraphina''s expression remained cold, even as her family''s retainers approached her. Reynard merely sighed, looking completely unbothered, while Sylvara seemed hesitant, her gaze flickering between the armored elves and her companions. Luca, however, growled under his breath. His golden eyes flashed with irritation as his clan''s warriors approached. Alden remained silent. There was no one here for him. His family wouldn''t send knights. His family wouldn''t send anyone at all. And just like that, the difference between him and them became painfully clear once more. The others had people desperately searching for them, ready to welcome them back. Alden? He had only himself. Shiranui let out a soft whimper beside him, sensing his emotions. He placed a hand on her head, his expression unreadable. Leon, seemingly realizing something, turned toward him. "Alden¡ª" Before he could say anything, one of the knights stepped forward. "On behalf of the noble houses, we are here to retrieve you all. The academy has declared this event a disaster, and you are to return immediately." There was a heavy silence. Alicia, gripping her sword, glanced around. "And what about the ruins? There''s still more here we haven''t¡ª" "This is no longer your concern." The knight''s voice was final. "The academy will handle the rest." Reynard clicked his tongue. "How convenient." Leon hesitated, then finally sighed. "¡­Fine." It wasn''t like they had much choice. With a final look at the ruins that had been their home for the past two weeks, the group gathered their belongings. As they prepared to leave, Alden lingered at the edge of the ruins, his hand brushing against the ancient stone. Alden Blackwood. The second son of the prestigious House Blackwood, a noble family known for its long lineage of powerful mages and warriors. Born into a house of power and tradition, Alden had once been cherished. But fate had other plans. --- House Blackwood The Blackwood family was one of the oldest noble houses in the empire, holding the title of Marquess, just a rank below Dukes. Their domain, Ravenspire, was a land rich in mana, covered with vast black forests and towering mountains. It was a territory filled with ancient ruins, mana beasts, and hidden dungeons, making it a perfect land for warriors and mages to hone their craft. For centuries, the Blackwood bloodline had produced exceptional individuals, known for their unmatched swordsmanship, deadly magic, and strategic brilliance. And at the heart of this legacy stood Marquess Edric Blackwood, Alden''s father. A towering man with jet-black hair and piercing golden eyes, Edric was a war hero and a master of both aura and magic, wielding both with terrifying efficiency. He was known as the Black Lion of Ravenspire, a title earned through his many victories in battle. Beside him was Lady Evelyne Blackwood, Alden''s mother, a noblewoman from the prestigious House Rosenwald. A gentle and intelligent woman with silver hair and violet eyes, Evelyne was the one who softened the harsh traditions of House Blackwood, bringing warmth into a house built on strength. They had two sons. Damien Blackwood, the eldest son, and heir to the family. A genius warrior and mage, praised as the next legend of the Blackwood lineage. Alden Blackwood, the second son, once loved¡­ but later forgotten. Alden''s early years were filled with love. His mother adored him, always reading him stories by the grand fireplace of their castle. She would tell him tales of legendary knights, of dragons and heroes who shaped the world. His father, though stern, had been kind in his own way. He would test Alden''s strength, lift him onto his shoulders, and tell him, "A Blackwood never bows. We carve our own destiny." And then there was Damien, his older brother. Unlike many noble heirs who saw their younger siblings as threats, Damien had always treated Alden with warmth. He trained with him, laughed with him, and called him "little crow" because of how he would always follow Damien around. For a time, life was good. Until everything changed. --- When Alden was seven, his mother fell ill. It was a strange illness, one that even the best healers in the empire could not cure. Day by day, her body weakened, until one night¡­ she never woke up. Her death shattered the warmth in House Blackwood. His father, once a man of composed strength, became even colder. He buried himself in work and battle, never showing a single moment of grief. Damien, once cheerful and full of life, became distant. He trained harder, pushed himself more, and took on responsibilities far beyond his years. And Alden? He was left alone. The warmth that had once surrounded him was gone, replaced by an emptiness he could not understand. --- In noble families, a child''s worth was determined on the day of their Awakening¡ªthe moment they would manifest their affinity and talents for magic or aura. In House Blackwood, where warriors and mages were expected to be great, this day was everything. Damien''s Awakening had been legendary. He had a Dual Affinity for Fire and Darkness, two powerful elements, and a natural talent for aura. The moment his power surged, the family celebrated. Alden''s Awakening came years later. When the ceremony was performed, no affinity appeared. No fire. No water. No wind. Nothing. The silence in the hall that day had been deafening. The Blackwood elders whispered among themselves. "A failure?" "The second son¡­ has no talent?" Even his father, for the first time in Alden''s life, looked at him with something he had never seen before. Disappointment. From that day forward, Alden was cast aside. No more training. No more lessons. No more warmth. He was no longer seen as the second son of House Blackwood. He was a burden. A shadow in his own home. --- Alden''s Struggle for Recognition Alden refused to accept it. He trained harder, studied more, and tried to prove himself. But no one cared. His father ignored him. His brother, though still kind, became too focused on his own path to help. The knights, the instructors¡ªthey all dismissed him. Desperate, Alden tried to gain favor in other ways. He flattered nobles, tried to form connections, and acted like a proper noble son, hoping someone would see his worth. He sought approval in every way he could. But in the eyes of the world, he was already a failure. Nothing he did mattered. And so, Alden Blackwood became the forgotten son of House Blackwood. Until the day ethan took over his body. --- The first time ethan woke up in Alden''s body, he had expected an arrogant young master with a tragic backstory. What he found instead¡­ was a broken child. A boy who had tried so desperately to be accepted, only to be tossed aside. Kael didn''t hate Alden''s family. He understood them. They were nobles. They lived in a world where strength determined everything. But he also knew¡­ they were wrong. Alden wasn''t worthless. He had the potential to be greater than any of them. And ethan¡ªnow Alden¡ªwould prove it. Not to gain their approval. Not to win their favor. But for himself. For the new future he was going to carve. The truth of world Alden sat on his dorm room bed, his back leaning against the wooden headboard. The dim glow of his mana-powered tablet illuminated his face as he scrolled through the latest news updates. [Breaking News: Demon Worshippers Attack Academy ¨C Multiple Students Dead] His fingers tightened around the device. It wasn''t just a small incident. It was a massacre. The attack had happened just days after their return from the forest. The academy had barely given them time to recover before chaos erupted within its walls. The Demon Worshippers had infiltrated the academy. Some disguised as students. Others as faculty. And when they struck, they struck hard. According to the reports, the worshippers had been after something hidden within the academy¡ªsomething that even the professors hadn''t known about. The knights had managed to push them back, but not before over a dozen students died. Alden exhaled, his black eyes narrowing behind his glasses. "This wasn''t supposed to happen." He scrolled further, reading through the public reactions. > "The academy''s security is a joke! How did they even get in?!" If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. "My son was there! He barely survived!" "This is just the beginning. Mark my words." Alden sighed. They weren''t wrong. This was only the start. He leaned back, staring at the ceiling. His mind was racing, piecing together everything. The demon attack. The difference in the forest battle. The second orc warlord. At first, he had brushed it off as slight deviations. Every world had minor changes. It wasn''t unusual for things to not play out exactly as they had in the game. But now, it was undeniable. This wasn''t the normal version of the game. This was Hard Mode. And that changed everything. --- The Difference Between Normal Mode and Hard Mode Back when he played the game, there were two main difficulty settings. Normal Mode: The standard version. The story played out as intended. The protagonist and the main cast faced challenges, but they always had a way to win. Hard Mode: The nightmare setting. Enemies weren''t just stronger¡ªthey were smarter, more ruthless. Boss fights weren''t just difficult; sometimes they multiplied. Instead of one powerful orc warlord, Hard Mode would throw in two. The reason Alden hadn''t realized sooner was because the differences at the start weren''t that major. The academy events, the ranking duels, the teleportation incident¡­ all of them played out similarly in both versions. But the forest battle¡­ That was the first real divergence. The orc warlord wasn''t supposed to have a mate. And yet, they had fought two. Now, the demon worshippers had attacked earlier than expected, and students had actually died. Alden rubbed his temples. The game was already brutal. But Hard Mode? Hard Mode was a death sentence. The world had already been doomed in the normal game. But now? Now, it was worse. --- Alden closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath. He needed to adjust his plans. Before, he had intended to stay in the background. To guide the protagonist and the main cast from the shadows. But if this really was Hard Mode, then that approach wasn''t enough. Leon and the others weren''t strong enough. They were talented, yes. They were powerful, yes. But in the original game, they had the luxury of time. Time to train. Time to develop. Time to grow into their full potential. In Hard Mode? Time was a luxury they didn''t have. Alden''s fingers tightened into a fist. He needed to make them stronger¡ªfaster. Which meant accelerating their growth. Training them harder. Forcing them into battles that would push them to their limits. Because if they weren''t strong enough? They would die. And in this world, death wasn''t just a game over screen. It was real. Alden exhaled, his mind already racing with ideas. There were ways to push them. Ways to make them grow without making it obvious that he knew more than he should. He would guide them, but he wouldn''t hold their hands. And himself? He couldn''t stay stagnant either. His control over Mark of Connection had improved, but it wasn''t enough. His Telekinesis had evolved, but it still had limits. He needed to push his own strength as well. Because if this was Hard Mode, then it meant the final boss was also stronger than before. And if that was the case? Then the world was already on the brink of destruction. The world history Alden sat at his desk, scrolling through the digital archives on his holo-screen. Despite living in this world for months now, he hadn''t taken the time to properly reflect on its history. It was time to fix that. --- The Fall of the Old World This world had not always been one of swords and magic. Once, it had been just like Earth¡ªa world of technology, science, and modern civilization. Cities thrived, people lived ordinary lives, and the concept of mana and magic was nothing but fiction. Then came the sky cracks. One day, massive fractures appeared in the sky, stretching across the heavens like wounds in reality itself. From these cracks, mana poured into the world. At first, humanity didn''t understand what was happening. Scientists studied the phenomenon, governments tried to maintain order, but then came the real disaster. With the arrival of mana, the world''s ecosystem began to change. Animals mutated. Creatures that were once harmless became monstrous, their bodies adapting to the sudden surge of mana. Dungeons appeared. Strange, otherworldly portals manifested across the land, unleashing creatures never seen before. Modern weapons failed. Guns and explosives, once humanity''s greatest tools of war, proved ineffective against these new threats. Within a single decade, 50% of humanity was wiped out. The governments collapsed. The world fell into chaos. But then, a miracle happened. --- The Rise of the Awakened With mana''s arrival, humans began to change. Certain individuals started displaying inhuman abilities¡ªstrength, speed, elemental control, and even magic. They were the first Awakened. At first, they were rare, scattered among the surviving remnants of humanity. If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. But as time passed, more began to emerge. These Awakened warriors became humanity''s last hope. They fought back against the monsters. They cleared dungeons and secured new territories. They reclaimed the world. With the guidance of these powerful individuals, humanity adapted. Cities were rebuilt, barriers were raised, and weapons infused with mana were created. The era of science and technology merged with magic, creating a new age of civilization. But just as humanity began to recover¡­ The Other Races appeared. --- The Age of Racial Wars When mana flooded the world, it didn''t just affect humans. It also revived ancient beings, races that had long been slumbering or sealed away. Elves emerged from deep forests, wielding unmatched nature magic. Dwarves reclaimed the mountains, their forges igniting once more. Beastkin roamed the wilds, their instincts and strength making them formidable warriors. Orcs and other monstrous races claimed new territories, their tribes growing in number. These races had once ruled parts of the world before mana had disappeared. Now that it had returned, they wanted their lands back. Thus, the First Racial War began. Humans, still recovering from their own near extinction, now faced a war against the other intelligent species. For decades, battles raged. Borders shifted, cities burned, alliances formed and shattered. Then came the Second Racial War, a continuation of the first, but deadlier. It seemed like humanity was doomed to fight forever. Until the demons appeared. --- The Demon Invasion & The Great Alliance A century ago, the sky cracked once more. But this time, what emerged was not just mana¡­ It was war. From the abyss beyond the cracks, the Demons descended upon the world. They came not as invaders, but as a plague, seeking to corrupt and consume everything. They twisted creatures into abominations. They infiltrated societies, whispering temptation to the weak-willed. They tore apart the land, leaving behind only ruin. For the first time in history, all races put aside their hatred and joined forces. The Great Alliance was formed¡ªhumans, elves, dwarves, beastkin, and even orcs united against the demons. It took decades of war, but the united forces of the world finally pushed the demons back. However, the battle was far from over. Demons could not be truly killed, only sealed or banished. Knowing that the threat would return, the strongest warriors of every race created an empire. --- The Birth of the Empire & The Noble Houses 200 years ago, the most powerful Awakened in the world gathered to form a single empire. They were no longer just warriors¡ªthey became rulers. The Empire of Eldoria was born, with the strongest Awakened at its helm. To maintain order, they established noble houses, granting power and authority to the greatest warriors and mages. The world was divided into territories ruled by these noble families, each responsible for protecting the lands from demons and other threats. While humans had their empire, other races formed their own kingdoms, maintaining fragile peace. This marked the beginning of the current era. --- Awakening & The Role of Academies For an individual to use mana, they must Awaken¡ªa process where their body and soul synchronize with mana, granting them power. However, natural Awakening is rare. Only a few are born with the ability to Awaken on their own. Most Awaken through noble bloodlines. Noble families have a higher chance of Awakening due to generations of mana refinement. Artificial Awakening is possible but requires vast resources. Only the wealthy can afford it. To train the next generation, academies were established. These academies were designed to train Awakened individuals, preparing them for battle against monsters, rogue factions, and the ever-present threat of demons. --- The Threat of Demon Worshippers Not everyone is born with power. Some crave it but lack talent. These individuals turn to demonic contracts, making pacts with demons in exchange for strength. Such people are called Demon Worshippers. They sacrifice their humanity, offering their souls for forbidden power. Their presence is a constant danger to the world. They infiltrate kingdoms, spread chaos, and weaken society from within, all in service of their demonic masters. --- The Hidden Powers That Move in the Shadows Apart from the empire and the noble houses, there exist independent organizations that do not serve any nation. These groups hold power comparable to noble houses, but they operate in secrecy, pursuing their own agendas. Some seek wealth. Some seek knowledge. Some seek to destroy the empire itself. Their goals remain unknown. But one thing is certain. The world is far more dangerous than it seems. --- Alden''s Thoughts: The Hard Mode Reality As Alden read through the history files, his expression darkened. This world was already a brutal place. But now, with the changes he had seen, it was even worse. In the game, the world followed a predictable course. Now? Stronger monsters than expected. More threats appearing earlier. This wasn''t the normal game. This was Hard Mode. And in Hard Mode¡­ The world was doomed. --- Alden leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. If things continued as they were, everything would collapse before the main story even truly began. He needed to act. He needed to make the main cast stronger, faster. Because if he didn''t¡­ Then nothing would be left to save. The cost of power Alden sat at his desk, his fingers tapping idly against the wooden surface. His mind was deep in thought as he considered his current limitations. In the past few weeks, he had grown stronger, far beyond what anyone had expected from a supposed "F-rank." His Mark of Connection had given him the ability to channel mana and aura through objects, bypassing direct contact. His Telekinesis had reached a level where he could wield a dagger with his mind while fighting with his katana. And his Eclipse vision, the most dangerous tool in his arsenal, had already proven its worth. But there was one problem. Mana. The Value of Mana Cores Every ability he possessed required mana. Voidstep, the most broken ability he had, required an insane amount of mana to use effectively. Right now, he could only sustain it for a few seconds before it drained him dry. His Eclipse vision-based illusions also consumed mana, though they weren''t as demanding as voidstep. Then there was his general combat usage¡ªcoating weapons in aura, reinforcing his body, and using telekinesis. All of it added up. And the solution? Mana Cores. Mana cores were the crystallized essence of mana, harvested from monsters. The stronger the monster, the higher the purity and quantity of mana inside its core. They had multiple uses: Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. Refinement: Consuming mana cores could help increase a person''s mana pool and refine their body. Replenishment: Mana cores could be used as a power source, instantly restoring lost mana when absorbed. Enchanting and Forging: High-rank mana cores were used in the creation of powerful artifacts and weapons. The issue was how to get them. The Price of Strength There were only two ways to acquire mana cores: 1. Buy them. 2. Hunt monsters and take them. Buying was the easiest method but also the most expensive. A single F-rank mana core was cheap, affordable even for commoners. But E-rank cores were already several times more expensive. D-rank cores? A luxury only nobles or rich mercenaries could afford. C-rank and higher? They were treasures, used by elite warriors or reserved for noble houses. Alden wasn''t poor. With the money he had inherited from blackwood noble status, he could live comfortably for the next 4¨C5 years. But if he tried to buy mana cores at the rate he needed? He''d go bankrupt in months. That left the second option. Hunting. The Path of the Hunter Alden could enter dungeons, kill monsters, and harvest mana cores himself. The problem? His rank. Right now, he was only D- rank. That meant he could only legally enter dungeons with D-rank monsters or lower. Hunting stronger monsters without permission was suicide and illegal unless he joined an official hunting party. Still, even if he could only hunt low-rank monsters, there was another advantage: selling monster corpses. Mana beasts weren''t just valuable for their mana cores. Their blood, bones, fangs, and hides were all used in various industries. Selling full monster corpses could be very profitable. If he played his cards right, he could both earn money and strengthen himself at the same time. Another Path ¨C The Future Investor There was one more method Alden had to make money¡ªthe traditional method of someone who knew the future. Investment. This world wasn''t medieval fantasy. It was a fusion of magic and modern society. That meant there were companies, stock markets, and businesses that would boom in the future. If he invested in the right places, he could turn his money into wealth beyond imagination. The issue was time. Investing would take months, even years before he saw real profit. Right now, he needed money fast¡ªat least until he could set up long-term investments. That meant dungeon hunting was his best option for immediate power and profit. Planning the Next Move Alden leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. He needed mana cores to maximize his abilities. He needed money to sustain his lifestyle and buy higher-rank materials. He needed to increase his strength before the next major event in the timeline. The best approach? 1. Join dungeon runs to farm mana cores and make money selling monster materials. 2. Use his knowledge of the future to invest in rising companies for long-term wealth. 3. Slowly build his reputation in the academy to gain access to higher-rank dungeons. He had two weeks before the academy resumed full activities. That meant he had two weeks to grow stronger. It was time to hunt. The first investment and the dungeon hunt Alden sat in his dorm room, his laptop screen glowing softly in the dimly lit space. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the keyboard as he finalized his investment plans. This was one of the greatest advantages of having knowledge from the game. While most people focused on martial prowess and magic, he could ensure his financial stability before anyone else. --- The Smart Investor In the game''s story, several companies would experience explosive growth due to new mana technologies, dungeon materials, and magic-based industries. Right now, they were still small or undervalued. 1. Aurora Pharmaceuticals ¨C Currently a small medical company, but within five years, they would develop an elixir that increased mana absorption efficiency. Their stock price would increase over 500 times. 2. Zenith Arms ¨C A mid-tier weapon manufacturer that would soon discover a forging method using abyssal iron from deep dungeons. Within a few years, they would become the biggest weapon supplier for noble families and the military. 3. Quantum ManaTech ¨C A startup company working on mana-powered technology. They would later develop artificial mana circuits that could be implanted into the body, revolutionizing the world. Right now, their stock was laughably cheap. 4. Horizon Logistics ¨C A small-time transportation company that would monopolize mana-powered airships within the next decade. Alden went through his list, reviewing his investment allocation. He had a few million credits from his noble family inheritance. While it wasn''t a fortune compared to the great noble houses, it was more than enough to make significant investments. --- Finalizing the Investment After considering the risks and potential gains, Alden allocated his money: Aurora Pharmaceuticals ¨C 35% of his funds Zenith Arms ¨C 25% Quantum ManaTech ¨C 20% Horizon Logistics ¨C 20% "That should do it," he muttered, clicking the final confirmation button.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. His money was now tied into these companies. The returns wouldn''t be instant, but within a few years, he would be unimaginably rich. Now, with his financial future secured, it was time for his next objective¡ªmana cores. --- To the Dungeon Alden grabbed his black coat, pulled on his gloves, and adjusted his sunglasses before stepping out of his dorm. He hailed a taxi, giving the driver his destination¡ªa D- Rank Dungeon on the outskirts of the city. The ride was quiet. Alden stared out the window, watching as towering buildings faded into dense forests. The further they drove, the fewer people were around. Soon, they arrived at a small outpost outside the dungeon entrance. A few mercenaries and adventurers were gathered, some checking their equipment, others drinking from metal flasks. The dungeon entrance itself was a massive black rift floating in the air, pulsating with unstable energy. Alden paid the driver and stepped out, breathing in the crisp, mana-filled air. "Alright," he muttered. "Time to get started." --- Dungeon Entry & Strategy The dungeon he chose was classified as D- Rank, meaning it was low-risk but still dangerous for unprepared individuals. The monsters inside were mostly goblins, lesser wolves, and some mutated boars. For Alden, this was perfect. He could: 1. Harvest mana cores from monsters. 2. Sell their corpses for extra profit. 3. Improve his combat experience and weapon mastery. After confirming his solo registration at the outpost, he walked toward the dungeon rift. Placing his hand on the swirling portal, he felt a slight pull before¡ª SHWOOOSH! The next moment, he was inside. --- Inside the Dungeon ¨C The Hunt Begins The environment was a dense, dark forest, similar to where he and the main cast had been trapped before. Unlike before, however, there was no grand threat¡ªjust monsters lurking in the shadows. Alden slowly unsheathed Kurenai, his katana, the blade gleaming under the faint dungeon light. Shiranui, his nine-tailed fox, appeared beside him in a burst of orange flames. "We''re here to hunt," Alden said softly. Shiranui flicked his tails, golden eyes gleaming. "Then let''s begin." --- First Encounter ¨C Goblins A rustling noise came from the bushes. Alden''s sharingan spun briefly before he deactivated it. No need to waste mana. Three goblins emerged, each holding crude weapons¡ªa rusted dagger, a wooden club, and a jagged bone spear. The moment they saw Alden, they screeched and charged. Fools. Alden exhaled and moved. Step. Slash. In an instant, his katana cut through the first goblin''s throat. Blood sprayed as its body fell. The second goblin swung its club¡ªtoo slow. Alden sidestepped, bringing his dagger up with telekinesis, and¡ª Shhk! The dagger stabbed into the goblin''s eye, killing it instantly. The last goblin froze in terror. Alden pointed a finger¡ªhis telekinesis grabbed the fallen club and smashed it into the goblin''s skull. Three dead. Easy. He walked over, pulled out their mana cores, and stored them. --- Wolves & Boars ¨C As Alden ventured deeper, the air became thicker with mana pressure. A pack of wolves stalked from the shadows¡ªat least six of them. They were faster than goblins, more coordinated, but¡ªnot a threat. Alden planted his foot forward, his katana glowing with aura. When the first wolf lunged¡ª Kamui. Its fangs passed straight through Alden. The moment it landed, Alden slashed across its spine, cutting deep into the flesh. Shiranui launched flames at another, burning it alive. Alden''s dagger flew through the air, guided by telekinesis, slicing the throat of a third wolf. Within thirty seconds, the pack was dead. Alden retrieved their mana cores and carved out some valuable materials from their bodies. Then came the mutated boars¡ªlarge, brute-like creatures with thick hides. They charged at Alden, but he dodged with precise footwork and cut through their weak points. One by one, they fell. By the time Alden finished hunting for the day, he had collected: 10 F-rank mana cores 5 D- rank mana cores Several monster materials for selling Not a bad haul for a solo hunter. He wasn''t done, though. This was just the beginning. Alden sat on a rock at the dungeon''s exit, holding a D- rank mana core in his palm. He could already feel the mana flowing within. His first step to securing his power had begun. Tomorrow, he would come back. And after that? He would keep growing. A step toward future After finishing his dungeon hunt, Alden didn''t immediately return to his dorm. Instead, he made his way toward the Awakened Union¡ªthe largest and most influential organization overseeing dungeons, monster materials, and awakened individuals. The streets of the city were still bustling despite the late hour. Neon signs flickered along the roads, displaying advertisements for mana-infused weapons, elixirs, and training centers. Some shops even had holographic projections of high-ranked adventurers endorsing their products. Alden pulled his coat tighter around himself as he walked through the cold night air. Shiranui, his nine-tailed fox, padded alongside him, his golden eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of curiosity and boredom. "You are planning something, aren''t you?" Shiranui said, his voice smooth and knowing. Alden gave a small smirk. "You could say that. The first step is securing a stable identity as an adventurer. After that, I can move freely between dungeons." Kurenai, his katana, vibrated slightly from where it was sheathed at his waist. "Tch. You''re growing too cautious. If you''re strong, you take what you need. Simple." "Strength without control leads to an early grave," Alden countered, his fingers briefly brushing the hilt of his sword. "I have no intention of dying early." Kurenai huffed but didn''t argue further. --- The Awakened Union The building stood tall and imposing, with giant mana-infused glass windows that shimmered under the moonlight. The emblem of the Awakened Union¡ªa golden phoenix rising from mana flames¡ªwas displayed on the front. As Alden stepped inside, the temperature shifted from the night''s chill to a comfortable warmth. The lobby was filled with adventurers, merchants, and guild representatives discussing business.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. He walked up to the reception desk, where a young woman in a formal uniform greeted him with a professional smile. "Welcome to the Awakened Union. How can I assist you today?" "I''d like to sell some monster materials and also register for an Adventurer''s ID." She nodded and handed him a form. "Please fill out your basic information. Your ID rank will be based on your current recorded strength and dungeon clearance history." Alden took the form and filled it out quickly. He couldn''t reveal his true strength, so he kept things low-profile. After turning in the form, he placed a spatial storage bag on the counter, filled with the materials he harvested from the monsters. The receptionist''s eyes widened slightly as she checked the contents. "You hunted all of these¡­ alone?" she asked, her tone laced with surprise. Alden simply nodded. "Is there an issue?" She quickly shook her head. "Not at all! In fact, this is an impressive haul for a solo hunter. Please wait while we assess the value." While she handled the transaction, Alden turned to the registration counter, where a middle-aged man examined his paperwork. "You''re applying for an Adventurer''s ID?" the man asked, adjusting his glasses. "You''ve already hunted in a dungeon without one?" "Solo training," Alden replied smoothly. The man raised an eyebrow but didn''t question further. "Since you have dungeon experience, I''ll register you as a D-Rank Adventurer. Your ID should be ready in a few minutes." Alden nodded. Everything was going smoothly. --- Storage Ring & Final Preparations While waiting, Alden browsed through the Union''s marketplace. There was one thing he absolutely needed¡ªa storage ring. Carrying around a bulky spatial storage bag was inefficient. A storage ring, on the other hand, allowed him to store and retrieve items instantly. After looking through several options, he settled on a medium-grade storage ring with 15 cubic meters of space¡ªenough for weapons, supplies, and monster materials. The cost was steep at 500,000 credits, but thanks to his investments, he wasn''t worried about money. After purchasing the ring and transferring his stored materials, he flexed his fingers, feeling the weightless band on his hand. "This will make things easier." --- A New Dungeon ¨C The Snowfield Hunt The next morning, Alden packed his gear and prepared for his next hunt. This time, he wasn''t going to a forest dungeon. Instead, he chose a snowfield dungeon¡ªan environment filled with ice wolves, frost golems, and mutated snow leopards. As he boarded a mana-powered transport vehicle toward the dungeon site, Shiranui sat curled beside him, his tails flicking lazily. "A dungeon filled with ice creatures. I suppose this will be more challenging?" the fox asked. Alden smirked. "That''s the point. The monsters there have higher-quality mana cores than the ones I fought yesterday." Kurenai let out a sharp laugh. "So that''s why you''re going. You''re not just hunting¡ªyou''re gathering fuel." Alden didn''t deny it. The mana cores from D-Rank snow creatures had purer energy compared to low-ranked goblins and wolves. If he wanted to maximize Kamui and his Sharingan''s abilities, he needed better resources. As the vehicle approached the dungeon entrance, a cold wind swept through the air. Snowflakes drifted from the sky, covering the ground in a thick, icy layer. The Snowfield Dungeon stood before him¡ªa massive frozen cave entrance surrounded by jagged ice formations. Several adventurers were already gathered outside, forming hunting parties and preparing their equipment. Alden cracked his neck, adjusting the strap of his katana. Time for round two. Entering the snow field dungeon The cold was suffocating. Alden stood at the entrance of the Snowfield Dungeon, his breath forming small puffs of mist in the frigid air. The towering walls of ice reflected the dull light from the frozen sky, creating an eerie glow that bathed the landscape in a pale blue hue. Shiranui, his nine-tailed fox, stretched beside him, his tails swaying as he sniffed the cold air. "So, a week in this frozen wasteland?" the fox mused, his golden eyes gleaming. "You really enjoy making things difficult for yourself, don''t you?" Alden chuckled, tightening his coat. "Difficulty makes you stronger. Besides, the mana cores here are purer¡ªworth the effort." "And you need them to fuel that ridiculous power of yours," Kurenai, his sword, added, her voice filled with sharp amusement. "At least this time, you''re actually training instead of scheming." Alden smirked but didn''t deny it. He had planned this carefully. A week of uninterrupted dungeon hunting would give him not only mana cores but also a chance to hone his combat skills further. Checking his storage ring, he confirmed his supplies¡ªrations, potions, extra daggers, and a cloak designed to regulate body temperature. Everything was ready. With a deep breath, he stepped forward. The Snowfield Dungeon welcomed him with an icy embrace. The dungeon was vast. Snow-covered plains stretched endlessly, interrupted by jagged ice formations and frozen forests. A chilling wind howled through the landscape, carrying an unnatural stillness. Alden moved carefully, his Shadow Step Footwork allowing him to glide effortlessly across the snow without sinking too deep. His senses were heightened, his Mana Perception picking up faint disturbances in the air. Then¡ªmovement. A blur of white shot toward him from the snow. Alden barely had time to react before a pair of red eyes locked onto him, and a creature lunged from beneath the frost. [Frostfang Wolf ¨C Rank D-] Alden twisted his body, dodging the snap of its powerful jaws. The wolf, its fur shimmering like crystal, landed lightly on the snow, its breath visible in the frozen air. It growled, circling him. Alden drew his katana, Kurenai, the crimson blade gleaming against the icy backdrop. "Hmph. A wolf? How boring." Kurenai''s voice was unimpressed. The Frostfang Wolf didn''t wait. It pounced again, claws outstretched, aiming for his throat. Alden sidestepped, his sword flashing. ¡ªSlash! Blood sprayed onto the snow as Kurenai''s edge cut through the wolf''s leg. It yelped in pain, but before it could retreat, Alden activated Telekinesis. The dagger on his belt shot out, controlled by his mana, and pierced the wolf''s throat. It collapsed instantly. Alden exhaled, stepping forward to retrieve the mana core from its chest. The small, glowing blue crystal pulsed in his palm as he absorbed the cold energy radiating from it. "First kill. That was clean," Shiranui noted, his tails flicking. "How does the mana feel?" Alden rolled the mana core between his fingers, studying it. "Colder than usual. But the purity is high." This dungeon was different from the forest. The mana was denser, making each core more valuable. If he kept this up, he''d have a decent stockpile within a few days.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. --- Alden continued forward, encountering more monsters along the way. Frostfang Wolves ¨C Pack hunters that relied on speed and coordination. Frozen Stalkers ¨C Camouflaged creatures that lurked beneath the snow, waiting to ambush prey. Glacial Serpents ¨C Ice-covered snakes with venom that could freeze the bloodstream. Each battle sharpened his weapon proficiency. His dagger art, assisted by Telekinesis, allowed him to control multiple weapons at once, striking from angles his enemies didn''t expect. His Phantom Edge Sword Style blended offense and defense, letting him counter the unpredictable attacks of the beasts. And through it all, he collected mana cores, steadily increasing his stockpile. --- As the first day drew to a close, Alden found shelter beneath a frozen overhang. He set up a concealment barrier, reducing his presence to avoid unwanted attention from dungeon predators. Shiranui curled up beside him, his fur radiating warmth. Kurenai remained at his side, her energy humming faintly. Alden stared at the mana cores he had collected. "This world really is different from the game," he muttered. The difficulty was increasing¡ªsmall changes at first, but undeniable. The orc they fought before was proof of that. If the game was shifting toward hard mode, then everything would escalate. Enemies would be stronger, threats more severe. He needed to adapt faster. With that thought, he closed his eyes. Tomorrow would be another long day of hunting. Chapter ¨C The Icebound Guardians The second day in the Snowfield Dungeon began with an eerie silence. Alden moved through the frozen wasteland, his boots crunching softly against the snow. The air was sharp, biting at his skin despite the protective enchantments in his cloak. Shiranui padded beside him, his tails swaying, while Kurenai remained strapped to his back, humming with restrained power. His goal today was simple: find stronger prey. The Frostfang Wolves and Glacial Serpents had been good training, but they weren''t enough. If he wanted to gather high-quality mana cores and refine his combat skills, he needed to seek out bigger threats. And then¡ªhe found them. --- Alden stopped atop a ridge, overlooking a frozen valley. Scattered ruins lay below, partially buried under centuries of snowfall. Massive, jagged pillars of ice jutted out of the ground, surrounding what appeared to be an ancient altar. And in the middle of the ruins stood four massive figures. Icebound Golems. Rank D. They were monstrous¡ªeach standing nearly three meters tall, their bodies composed of compacted ice and stone. Their glowing blue cores pulsed from within their chests, visible through cracks in their icy frames. Unlike beasts, golems were mindless constructs, but that made them no less dangerous. Their sheer durability and raw strength made them nightmares to fight, especially for lower-ranked hunters. Alden''s eyes gleamed behind his sunglasses. "Perfect." --- Alden descended the ridge without hesitation, his movements smooth and controlled. As he approached, one of the golems turned, its core flaring ominously. Thud. The ground trembled as it took a step forward. The others followed, their hulking forms casting long shadows across the ruins. Alden exhaled. Then¡ªhe moved. ¡ªDash! His figure blurred as he activated Shadow Step Footwork, gliding across the ice with unnatural speed. The nearest golem swung a massive fist, aiming to crush him in one blow. But Alden had already predicted it. He sidestepped, feeling the rush of wind as the strike barely missed him. His katana, Kurenai, flashed out. ¡ªSlash! A crimson arc split through the air, cleaving into the golem''s leg. Ice shattered, but the golem barely flinched. Instead, it swung its other arm, trying to catch Alden mid-movement. He dropped low, sliding under the attack. "Tough bastard." Telekinesis activated. A dagger shot out from his belt, spinning through the air before lodging itself into the golem''s chest, right next to its core. Alden clenched his fist¡ªMana Transfer. The mark on the dagger glowed, siphoning mana from the golem''s core. The golem froze momentarily, its movements slowing as its energy was drained. Taking the chance, Alden dashed forward and drove Kurenai straight into the crack on its chest. ¡ªShatter! The core fractured. The massive construct crumbled, collapsing into chunks of ice and rock. Mana surged into Alden''s body as the core shattered, replenishing the energy he had used. One down. Three to go. The remaining golems didn''t stop. If anything, they grew more aggressive, their cores flaring with intensity. One of them raised both hands and slammed the ground. ¡ªBoom! A shockwave of ice and snow erupted outward, forcing Alden to leap back. Another golem ripped a chunk of ice from the ground and hurled it toward him. The massive projectile sped through the air, too large to dodge completely. Alden activated voidstep. Part of his body shifted, phasing out of reality. The ice boulder passed through him harmlessly, crashing into the ruins behind. Shiranui watched from a safe distance, his golden eyes narrowing. "Using voidstep so freely... you''re getting reckless." Alden smirked, landing gracefully on the snow. "I have mana cores to burn." Two golems charged him at once. Instead of retreating, Alden lunged forward, using Telekinesis to launch his daggers at their cores. One golem managed to block the attack, raising an icy arm to deflect the dagger. The other wasn''t as lucky¡ªa dagger embedded itself near its core, draining its energy. Alden seized the opening. ¡ªPhantom Edge Sword Style. His katana flashed, striking multiple times in rapid succession. His movements were precise, each strike aimed at the golem''s weak points. Cracks formed along its icy body before¡ª ¡ªShatter! The second golem collapsed, its core breaking apart in a burst of blue light. Two left. The last two golems roared, their cores pulsing dangerously. The mana in the air thickened¡ªthey were overloading. Alden''s gaze sharpened. If they self-destructed, this entire area would be buried in ice. He had to finish them now. "Time to test something new," he muttered. Alden focused, his Telekinesis stretching out. He grabbed onto the daggers he had thrown earlier¡ªnot just moving them, but controlling them with precise intent. His daggers rose from the snow, spinning wildly in the air. With a flick of his wrist, they shot forward, slicing through the air like deadly projectiles. One dagger buried itself deep into the third golem''s core, while the other dagger sliced across the last one''s leg, destabilizing it. Alden followed up instantly. Lunar Severance. His katana glowed crimson, and with a single, devastating slash, he cleaved through the third golem''s chest. The core ruptured, and it crumbled instantly. One left. The final golem, weakened but still dangerous, charged him in a last-ditch attack. Alden didn''t even hesitate. He extended his hand¡ªMark of Connection activated. The dagger embedded in the golem''s leg flared, transferring mana directly into Kurenai. With a final slash, Alden severed the golem''s head, ending the battle. As the last golem fell, silence returned to the ruins. The once-grand battlefield was now littered with shattered ice and broken stone. Alden sighed, his breath visible in the cold air. He walked over and retrieved the mana cores, feeling their power pulsating in his hands. Shiranui approached, his tails flicking. "You''re reckless, but I can''t deny your skill." Kurenai hummed. "That last fight was impressive. You''re getting better." Alden chuckled, rolling his shoulders. "That''s the point." With the battle over, he turned his gaze toward the deeper parts of the dungeon. There were stronger foes ahead. And he was ready. Howl of storm Fourth Day ¨C A Sudden Blizzard Alden woke up to an ominous silence in his camp. The usual howling of the wind had stopped, replaced by an eerie stillness that made his instincts scream in warning. He stepped out of his makeshift shelter¡ªa small cave he had carved into the side of a frozen cliff. The sky had darkened, thick clouds rolling in, heavy with snow. A blizzard was coming. Shiranui''s fur bristled as he padded up beside Alden, his golden eyes narrowing. "This storm isn''t natural." Alden didn''t need to be told twice. In a mana-rich environment like this dungeon, nature often didn''t act on its own. Something was causing this storm. He tightened his grip on Kurenai and stepped forward cautiously, his senses stretched to their limits. That''s when they struck. --- A flash of white and silver shot toward him from his blind spot¡ªfast, predatory, and silent. Alden barely managed to react. ¡ªClang! His katana met a massive, scythe-like claw, sparks flying as he was pushed back. His attacker landed in front of him¡ªa Frostclaw Predator. Rank D+. A monstrous fusion of a panther and a snow leopard, with razor-sharp claws coated in a layer of hardened ice. Its eyes glowed faintly blue, brimming with mana.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. But before Alden could fully assess his opponent¡ª ¡ªBoom! The ground behind him exploded as another beast lunged out from beneath the snow¡ªan Icefang Basilisk. Rank D+. A serpentine creature, nearly five meters long, covered in crystalline scales. Its fangs dripped with venom, steaming even in the frigid air. A coordinated ambush. Alden clicked his tongue. Smart. --- The storm raged around him, visibility dropping fast. Snow whipped through the air, making it harder to track movement. The Frostclaw lunged first, using the blizzard as cover. Alden barely dodged in time¡ªits claws grazed his shoulder, leaving deep gashes in his coat. But he had no time to recover. The Icefang Basilisk struck next, lunging for his leg with its venomous fangs. Alden twisted mid-air, barely escaping, but the serpent''s tail came crashing down¡ªslamming into his side. ¡ªCrash! He hit the ground hard far from where he was, snow exploding around him. Pain flared in his ribs. Shiranui growled, preparing to intervene, but Alden raised a hand. "Stay back." He gritted his teeth and pushed himself up. He could handle this. First, the Frostclaw. The beast circled him, its glowing eyes locked onto him through the snow. It was fast, agile, and hit hard. But Alden was faster. He activated Shadow Step Footwork, vanishing from sight just as the Frostclaw pounced again. He reappeared behind it, Kurenai already mid-swing¡ª ¡ªLunar Severance! A crimson arc sliced through the storm. The Frostclaw shrieked, its leg severed cleanly at the joint. Blood sprayed onto the snow, staining it red. But the Icefang Basilisk didn''t wait. It coiled its body and lunged again, striking with its venomous fangs. Alden had anticipated this. He activated Telekinesis, seizing one of his daggers from his belt and launching it straight into the serpent''s open mouth¡ª ¡ªPierce! The dagger embedded deep in its throat. The Icefang hissed, its body thrashing violently. Taking the chance, Alden dashed forward and drove Kurenai into the wound, twisting the blade. A final, agonized screech¡ªand the Basilisk collapsed. Only the Frostclaw remained. It was injured, but it still had killing intent burning in its eyes. It crouched low, preparing for one last attack¡ª Alden struck first. With a single, precise slash¡ªhe ended it. The battle was over. --- Alden exhaled sharply, his body aching from the fight. He crouched down and extracted the mana cores from both creatures, their icy blue glow pulsing in his hand. Then¡ªhe heard it. A deep, resonating howl. Not just one. Dozens. Alden''s eyes widened. Through the thick snow, shadows began to emerge. Wolves. Dozens of Frostfang Wolves. And at the center of them, standing tall with ice-crusted fur and glowing blue eyes¡ªwas their Alpha. A D+ Ranked Frostfang Direwolf. Larger than a horse, its fangs were coated in frost, and its breath came out in cold mist. Its mana pulsed dangerously, stronger than the other wolves by far. Alden clicked his tongue. "You''ve got to be kidding me." He was already wounded from the last fight, and now he was completely surrounded. Shiranui bared his fangs beside him. "This isn''t good." Kurenai hummed ominously. "Boy, this might be your worst situation yet." Alden tightened his grip on his sword. He had no choice. He would have to fight. Again. And this time, there was no way out. --- Awakening in desperation --- The Frostfang Direwolf let out a long, resonating howl, and the air itself seemed to freeze. Dozens of wolves moved in unison, their glowing blue eyes locked onto Alden, their breath misting in the freezing air. The snowstorm raged around him, making it hard to see more than a few meters ahead. He was surrounded. Blood dripped from a wound on his side, staining the snow beneath him. His body was battered from the last fight, and his stamina was running low. And worst of all¡ªhe was too far from his camp. The mana cores he had connected to using Mark of Connection were stored there, but at this distance, he couldn''t reach them. No backup. No reinforcements. Just him. He exhaled sharply, tightening his grip on Kurenai. And then, he smiled. Not a forced or desperate smile¡ªbut a genuine, hungry one. "Alright... let''s do this." The first wave of wolves lunged. --- Alden twisted, dodging the first wolf''s bite by a hair''s breadth. He countered immediately¡ªa clean slash across its throat. ¡ªSplatter! Blood sprayed onto the snow, the wolf collapsing instantly. But there was no time to celebrate. Three more attacked from behind. Alden pivoted, his instincts screaming at him. He activated Telekinesis, sending two daggers flying at the incoming wolves. ¡ªThud! Thud! The daggers buried deep into their skulls, dropping them instantly. The third wolf, however, was faster. It lunged straight for his exposed side, its fangs aimed at his ribs.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Alden barely managed to block with his katana, but the sheer force sent him skidding back, his boots digging into the snow. And yet¡ªhe laughed. "Come on, is that all?" The wolves snarled, their muscles tensing, preparing to lunge again. More were coming. Too many. His heart pounded, not in fear, but in exhilaration. His breaths were growing ragged. His mana was running low. He needed more control. He hesitated for only a moment before making a decision. Eclipse vision¡ªActivate. --- The world slowed. The wolves'' movements became sluggish, their muscles tensing as if moving through water. Every shift in their bodies, every breath, every flick of their tails¡ªhe could see it all. More importantly, he could react. His control over mana and his body skyrocketed. Before, he could only control one dagger at a time with Telekinesis. Now? Two. Three. Four. He launched four daggers at once, sending them in unpredictable trajectories. The wolves didn''t stand a chance. ¡ªPierce! Pierce! Pierce! The first dagger found a wolf''s eye. The second severed a tendon. The third curved mid-air, impaling another straight through the skull. Alden moved like a blur, weaving through the battlefield, his katana flashing crimson under the storm. And through it all¡ªhis grin never wavered. This... this was thrilling. But even with his enhanced control, the numbers were too overwhelming. He felt it¡ªhis body slowing down. His stamina was draining fast. He could feel the strain on his eyes, the burning sensation intensifying. If this kept up¡­ I won''t last. And then¡ªthe Alpha attacked. --- The Frostfang Direwolf moved like a ghost, vanishing in a blur of speed before appearing right in front of him. ¡ªToo fast! Alden barely raised his katana in time¡ª ¡ªBOOM! The sheer impact sent him flying, his back slamming into a frozen tree. Crack! Pain exploded in his ribs. He coughed, blood staining the snow. His vision flickered. The wolves closed in. His mana reserves were almost empty. And yet¡ªdespite everything¡ªhe was still smiling. His blood boiled with excitement. His mind sharpened, focused only on survival. He needed more power. Something... anything! And then¡ª A deep pulse surged from within his core. A warmth spread through his veins, burning, scorching, reshaping him. Alden''s aura... changed. Aura. It was the essence of one''s life force, used to reinforce the body and weapons. Alden had only barely grasped the beginner level. But now¡ª Something inside him shattered. The weak, unstable aura he had been using tore apart¡ªand in its place, a new force surged forward. It was no longer just an extension of his body. It was a part of him. A living, breathing force. Alden felt it¡ªflowing through his muscles, strengthening his limbs, wrapping around Kurenai like a protective cloak. His aura had evolved. From Beginner to Intermediate. And the wolves could feel it. The weaker ones hesitated, their instincts screaming at them. The Alpha, however, roared in fury. Alden''s smile widened. "Good. Struggle for me." --- Alden gripped Kurenai tighter, his newly awakened aura flaring like a crimson flame. His body still ached, his mana was still low¡ªbut now, he had something stronger. He charged. The wolves rushed to intercept him¡ª ¡ªBut they were too slow. Alden vanished. Shadow Step. He reappeared in the center of the pack, his katana already mid-swing. ¡ªLunar Severance! A crimson arc erupted from his blade, slicing through multiple wolves in one go. Blood painted the snow. The Alpha growled in rage, lunging forward¡ªits claws aimed for his throat. Alden''s eyes flashed. He redirected a floating dagger with Telekinesis, sending it straight into the Alpha''s exposed leg. The beast stumbled. Alden seized the moment. He dashed forward¡ªhis aura flaring to its peak. And with one final, decisive slash¡ª He cut through the Alpha''s throat. --- Silence. The snowstorm had settled, the battlefield now a graveyard of fallen wolves. Alden stood in the center, his katana dripping with blood, his chest rising and falling with exhaustion. He could barely stand. His entire body ached, and his eyes throbbed from overuse of the Eclipse vision. But he was alive. And he had won. Shiranui padded up beside him, his voice filled with amusement. "You really do like making things hard for yourself, don''t you?" Alden let out a tired chuckle, shaking his head. "Yeah... I guess I do." His vision blurred for a moment. His body screamed for rest. But before he could collapse, he whispered to himself¡ª "I need to get back... before another damn monster shows up." And with that, he forced himself to move. --- To be continued... Returning to academy --- After the Battle Alden sat against the cave wall, breathing heavily as the last remnants of his adrenaline rush faded. His body was aching, his wounds throbbing from the brutal fight. The cold air of the dungeon did little to numb the pain. He reached into his storage ring and pulled out a healing potion. The crimson liquid shimmered under the dim light of his campfire. Without hesitation, he uncorked it and gulped it down. Warmth spread through his body. His wounds closed slightly, but the deep exhaustion remained. The potion could heal injuries, but it couldn''t restore stamina or mana. "Tch¡­ I pushed too hard." Alden sighed, leaning his head back against the cold stone. His initial plan was to stay for a week, but after the last fight, he knew staying any longer would be reckless. He had used too much mana, relied too much on his Eclipse vision, and fought enemies stronger than he should have. A mistake like that could get him killed. "Looks like it''s time to leave." Shiranui, his sword spirit, chuckled. "Finally using your head, huh?" Kurenai, the fox, scoffed. "Took you long enough." Alden ignored their remarks and began packing his things. He retrieved his remaining mana cores, secured his weapons, and made sure he wasn''t leaving anything important behind. After a few minutes, he took one last glance at the cave before stepping out into the snow. The journey back to the dungeon''s entrance was uneventful. Most of the monsters had already been cleared out by his earlier fights, and he avoided the few remaining ones. After about an hour of walking through the snow-covered terrain, he finally spotted the exit portal. Alden took a deep breath before stepping through. A bright light engulfed him. And then¡ª He was back in the real world. The chilling air of the dungeon was replaced by the more familiar cold of winter. Around him, adventurers were going about their business¡ªsome entering the dungeon, others leaving, and a few selling materials at the trading post. Alden walked toward the transport station, where taxis and carriages were lined up, waiting to take adventurers back to the city. He flagged down a taxi. "Where to?" the driver asked.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it Alden leaned back in his seat. "Academy District." The taxi pulled out onto the road, the city lights passing by as Alden closed his eyes, letting exhaustion finally take over. By the time Alden arrived at Solcrest Academy, it was already night. The towering white walls and grand gates of the academy stood tall under the glow of the streetlights. Alden stepped out of the taxi, paid the driver, and made his way toward the dormitories. The academy grounds were quiet, with only a few students walking around. Most were already in their rooms, resting after the day''s training. Alden finally reached his dorm room, swiping his ID card against the door''s scanner. With a soft beep, the door unlocked, and he stepped inside. The moment he shut the door, his body relaxed. He tossed his weapons aside, removed his blood-stained coat, and collapsed onto his bed. "Finally¡­" His entire body felt heavy. The injuries, the fatigue, the overuse of mana¡ªit all hit him at once now that he was back in a safe place. Shiranui''s voice echoed in his mind. "You barely made it back." Alden chuckled weakly. "Yeah¡­ I know." Kurenai yawned. "Get some rest, idiot. You''re useless in this state." Alden didn''t argue. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of his bed pull him into a deep, dreamless sleep. --- Waking Up Alden''s eyes fluttered open. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across his dorm room. His body still ached, but it was a dull pain now¡ªmanageable. "You slept like the dead," Shiranui, his sword spirit, remarked with amusement. Alden groaned, rubbing his temples. "Feels like it too." Kurenai, the nine-tailed fox, stretched lazily in his mindscape. "You pushed yourself too hard again. It''s a miracle you didn''t collapse before reaching the academy." Alden sighed, pushing himself up. His body felt stiff, but the rest had done wonders for his recovery. He reached for the remote and turned on the TV, letting the background noise fill the room as he stood up and stretched. --- Current Status Before doing anything else, he pulled up his status window. --- [Status Window] Name: Alden Blackwood Race: Human Rank: D- Mana Capacity: D Affinities: None Physique: Enhanced (Due to Purification) --- Basic Stats Strength: D- Agility: D Intelligence: C+ Mana: D Stamina: D- --- Skills Eclipse vision: Illusions & Mind Control ¨C Can trap enemies in illusions or briefly control weak minds. Enhanced Perception ¨C Slows down movements and improves reaction speed. Mana Manipulation (Intermediate) ¨C Allows precise control over mana circulation. Stealth (Basic) ¨C Reduces presence and sound of movement. Aura Control (intermediate) ¨C Enables reinforcement of the body and weapons using aura. Telekinesis (Intermediate) ¨C Grants control over objects using mana and willpower. Mark of Connection (Unique) ¨C Allows Alden to imprint a mark on objects, enabling mana transfer, reinforcement, and remote interaction. Voidstep (Trait) Ability: Allows the user to phase through objects and enter a personal pocket dimension. They can teleport by stepping through space itself. --- Weapon Arts Five Forms of the Crimson Moon (5-Star) [1/5 Unlocked] First Form: Lunar Severance ¨C A devastating single slash that cuts through mana defenses. Shadow Fang Dagger Art (3-Star) [30% Proficiency] A fast, deceptive dagger art specialized in speed and misdirection. Phantom Edge Sword (2-Star) [63% Proficiency] A balanced style that blends offense and defense. Swift Blade Style (2-Star) [70% Proficiency] A sword art designed for rapid attacks and movement. Shadow Step Footwork (2-Star) [72% Proficiency] --- Voidstep Current Limitations Alden frowned as he reviewed his mana capacity. His Eclipse vision was a powerful ability, but it came with severe drawbacks. Voidstep, in particular, was extremely taxing on his mana reserves. Current maximum usage: 16 seconds F-rank mana would allow only 2 seconds of use E- to D+ rank cores could provide an extra 3 to 7 seconds, depending on quality But there was another issue¡ªmana transfer efficiency. Even though he could connect to mana cores, some of the mana was lost in the process. Kurenai chuckled. "You need to increase your mana efficiency or boost your reserves. Right now, you''re just throwing mana away like an amateur." Alden sighed. "I know, but fixing it isn''t easy." Shiranui hummed. "You could try refining the process¡ªimproving how much mana you actually absorb from the cores." Alden considered that. Right now, he could use his Mark of Connection to draw mana from cores, but the transfer wasn''t perfect. If he could reduce the wastage, he''d be able to use void step longer and more efficiently. But that was a problem for later. Right now, he just needed to recover properly. --- Watching the News Alden grabbed a bottle of water and sat back on his couch, shifting his focus to the TV screen. The news was still covering the demon worshippers'' attack on the academy. "The attack on Solcrest Academy has left several students dead, and the academy is currently investigating possible security flaws¡­" Alden narrowed his eyes. He had already figured out that the difficulty of this world was not the same as the original game. The Orc incident had been the final proof. This wasn''t normal mode. This was hard mode¡ªor worse, something beyond even that. "If this world follows hard mode, then the future is worse than I expected." Shiranui spoke up. "Still planning to help the protagonist and his group?" Alden sighed. "I have to. If they fail, then we all die." Kurenai yawned. "Just don''t forget to make yourself stronger first." Alden nodded, his gaze sharpening. Right now, his biggest priority was gathering more mana cores and refining his mana control. And for that, he needed to get back to hunting. But first¡ªhe needed to rest. --- To be continued¡­ The academy staff meeting --- Solcrest Academy ¨C Faculty Meeting Room The air in the grand hall of Solcrest Academy was thick with tension. The meeting chamber, an elegant yet imposing room lined with enchanted glass panels that flickered with recorded battle footage, was filled with the academy''s most esteemed instructors. At the center of the room stood a long onyx table, where the core faculty members of the academy had gathered. Their expressions ranged from grim to thoughtful, all aware that the recent demon worshippers'' attack had changed everything. At the head of the room, Professor Elric Vaelthorne stood. --- Professor Elric Vaelthorne ¨C Head of Strategy & Combat Theory Elric Vaelthorne, an elderly high elf, exuded an air of calm wisdom. His silver hair flowed down to his shoulders, and his emerald eyes held centuries of experience. Unlike most elves, he had a faint scar across his left cheek¡ªa reminder that even those with longevity were not immune to the brutality of war. Elric had served as a strategist during the last Demon War, and his knowledge of battle formations, magical warfare, and enemy tactics made him invaluable to Solcrest Academy. Now, he surveyed the room, his voice steady but firm. "We need to address the situation. This was not a simple attack. The coordination, the targeted locations¡­ It was planned." His words made many of the instructors nod. They had already sensed it¡ªthis attack wasn''t just a random act of terrorism. --- Instructor Reinhardt ¨C Head of Mana Combat Training A low huff came from the far side of the table. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Instructor Reinhardt, the towering head of mana combat training, leaned forward. His graying hair was cropped short, and a jagged scar ran over his left eye. Even without speaking, his sheer presence commanded the room. Once, he had been an S-Rank Knight, a warrior who had fought on the frontlines against monsters and invaders alike. Even in his current role as an instructor, his aura still radiated absolute dominance. He crossed his arms, voice gruff. "Planned or not, they failed. The students fought well. Some exceeded expectations." Elric nodded. "That is true. But the fact remains that we were attacked within our own walls. That is unacceptable." Reinhardt scoffed. "Then what do you propose? Strengthen security? We already have enough barriers in place to hold off a small army." Elric sighed. "Not security¡ªtraining. The next generation must be stronger than ever before." --- Professor Helena Faure ¨C Head of Magical Research A woman with long auburn hair and striking golden eyes adjusted her glasses before speaking. She was Professor Helena Faure, the head of magical research. Unlike the warriors in the room, she was a scholar first and foremost. "There is something else that concerns me," she said, her tone analytical. "The attack was unusual in more ways than one. Some of the captured worshippers had mutations¡ªsomething we have not seen before." Reinhardt frowned. "Mutations?" Helena nodded. "Enhanced physical traits, increased resistance to spells¡­ some even displayed limited regenerative abilities." A murmur spread through the room. This was not standard. Demon worshippers were usually humans who had made pacts with dark entities, but for them to be physically altered¡­ Elric''s gaze sharpened. "You believe they are being artificially enhanced?" Helena nodded. "It''s a possibility. And if that''s true, then we are dealing with something far worse than a simple cult." --- Professor Darius Graves ¨C Head of Weapons Mastery A deep chuckle echoed from one of the farthest seats. Professor Darius Graves, an older man with bronze skin and a thick beard, leaned back in his chair. A pair of battle-worn gauntlets rested on the table before him. "Well, then," he said, his voice rough but amused. "It just means our students need to get stronger, doesn''t it?" Darius had once been a Grandmaster of Weapon Arts, a warrior whose expertise covered every weapon imaginable. Even now, he carried the aura of a battle-hardened veteran. "If the world is shifting, then we adapt. Simple as that." Reinhardt smirked. "Finally, someone who speaks my language." --- Professor Evelyn Dawnstar ¨C Head of Healing & Support Magic At the far end of the table, a woman with short platinum-blonde hair and gentle blue eyes sighed softly. Professor Evelyn Dawnstar, head of healing and support magic, was one of the few instructors who rarely lost her composure. She looked at the recorded footage of the attack, her gaze lingering on the injured students. "I agree with Graves on one thing," she said, her voice calm but firm. "Our students need to be prepared. But I must also remind you¡ªthere is a limit to how much we can push them." Darius waved a hand. "Of course, of course. But we have to do something." Evelyn turned toward Elric. "What do you propose, then?" --- The Proposal ¨C A New Training Initiative Elric exhaled slowly before looking at the gathered instructors. "We increase their training. Starting immediately." Reinhardt nodded. "I can arrange for more combat drills." Helena added, "And I will begin researching these mutations further." Evelyn looked hesitant but eventually nodded. "Then I will focus on endurance training. If we push them, we must also ensure their survival." Elric met their gazes. "We will need to speak with the headmaster, but I believe we are in agreement. The future is shifting. We must be ready." A silence settled over the room. Everyone knew¡ªthis was just the beginning. And if the world was truly entering a new era of chaos, then Solcrest Academy had to be prepared. --- To be continued¡­ Vist to awakened union The morning sun barely peeked through the curtains as Alden Blackwood stretched, his body still sore from the previous dungeon excursion. His battle with the D+ rank wolves had left him with minor injuries, but the healing potions had done their work. Now, it was time for the next step¡ªselling the monster corpses he had collected. Sitting on his bed, Alden glanced at his storage ring, filled with the remains of the monsters he had slain. "Selling these should get me a decent sum." His goal was simple: earn money and buy more mana cores. The faster he could increase his mana reserves, the closer he would be to freely using voidstep and his Eclipse vision without limitation. --- Arriving at the Awakened Union Stepping out of his dorm, Alden hailed a cab and headed toward the Awakened Union, the governing body that regulated awakened activities, dungeons, and monster-related commerce. The Union building was a massive structure made of reinforced mana stone, its design resembling a fusion of modern architecture and arcane engravings. Awakens of different ranks walked in and out, some discussing their latest dungeon runs, while others haggled over the price of materials. Alden walked inside, ignoring the curious glances. He wasn''t wearing anything flashy¡ªjust a black combat jacket over casual clothes¡ªbut his presence still drew subtle attention.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. He approached the Monster Exchange Counter, where a bored-looking clerk was sorting through a thick ledger. The clerk, a young man with glasses and short brown hair, glanced up. "Welcome to the Union Exchange. Are you here to register a sale?" Alden nodded, pulling out his Awakened ID and placing his storage ring on the counter. "Yes. I have several D-rank and D+ rank monster corpses for evaluation." The clerk raised an eyebrow, adjusting his glasses. "A D-rank selling D+ rank monsters? You hunt alone?" Alden gave a small shrug. "Mostly." The clerk hesitated but didn''t push further. He activated a mana scanner, and a blue light swept over the ring, analyzing its contents. After a few moments, the clerk''s eyes widened slightly. "You brought back a decent haul. Three D+ rank wolves, five D-rank golems, and multiple D- rank beasts. That''ll fetch a good price." Alden nodded. "How much are we talking?" The clerk tapped a few buttons on his screen before giving him the final valuation. "For the materials, fangs, pelts, and mana-infused bones, you''ll get around¡­ 1,200,000 credits. If you include the mana cores, I can bump it up to 1,500,000." Alden shook his head. "I''m keeping the mana cores." Mana cores were far more valuable to his training than their market price. The clerk didn''t argue. "Alright, 1.2 million it is. Processing the transaction now." As Alden received his payment, he considered his next move. "With this money, I can buy better supplies and maybe even upgrade my gear." His current weapons were serviceable, but higher-grade materials would allow him to push his weapon arts further. "I also need more mana cores¡­ If I want to increase my voidstep duration, I''ll need at least a few high-quality E-rank cores." Before leaving, he stopped by the Union''s Equipment Store, checking out the selection of storage rings, mana potions, and utility items. -- A sleek black storage ring caught his eye. Unlike his current ring, which had a limited capacity, this one was enhanced with spatial runes, capable of holding five times more than his current ring. The price? 800,000 credits. Alden considered it for a moment before making the purchase. The ability to store more materials meant longer hunting trips without needing to return frequently. With his new ring secured, he left the Awakened Union, already planning his next dungeon hunt. --- To be continued¡­ Two days before academy A week had passed since Alden last visited the Awakened Union. In that time, he had cleared another dungeon, steadily accumulating mana cores, money, and combat experience. The repeated battles pushed his skills and instincts further, making him more confident in handling high-stakes fights. Now, with his latest haul, he was headed to the Union once more. --- Alden stepped into the Awakened Union, the familiar scent of metal, blood, and mana residue filling the air. His new storage ring was packed with monster materials from his most recent hunt. His black combat jacket bore scuffs and faint claw marks, evidence of his last dungeon battle, but he looked otherwise unbothered. The Exchange Counter was staffed by the same clerk as before, a middle-aged man with sharp features and glasses. "Back again so soon?" the clerk asked, raising a brow. Alden smirked. "Gotta keep the income flowing." Placing his storage ring onto the counter, he watched as the scanner began analyzing its contents. The clerk''s eyes widened slightly as the total valuation appeared on the screen. "Damn¡­ another big haul. Five D-rank snow leopards, two D+ frost golems, and several lower-ranked monsters. Selling everything except the mana cores?"** Alden nodded. "That''s right." "Alright. The final price is¡­ 2,300,000 credits. Alden glanced at his bank balance on his watch interface. [Bank Account Balance: 4,780,000 credits] "Not bad." With the transaction complete, Alden left the Union, stepping into the bright afternoon sunlight.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. --- Alden wandered through the bustling streets, hands in his pockets, taking in the sights. It had been a long time since he had taken a day to just relax. "Before transmigrating, I never had this kind of freedom." In his past life, he had been terminally ill, spending most of his days in a hospital bed, watching the world through a window or a screen. The simple act of **walking, breathing in the fresh air, feeling the sun on his skin¡ª**these were things he had longed for back then. But since arriving in this world, he had been too focused on survival, training, and hunting. Today, he decided to slow down. As he strolled past various tech shops, clothing stores, and caf¨¦s, his gaze landed on a high-end gaming store. A large holo-screen displayed an ad for the newest VR gaming system. "The Zenith VR System¡ªexperience reality beyond limits!" Alden''s lips curled into a small smile. "Gaming, huh? It''s been a while since I indulged." Before transmigrating, gaming was one of his few escapes from his hospital-bound life. Now that he was in a healthy, powerful body, he didn''t have to live through a screen anymore. But¡­ it wouldn''t hurt to have a little entertainment. He stepped inside the store, scanning the shelves filled with VR headsets, consoles, and accessories. "Can I help you, sir?" A young sales assistant approached with a polite smile. Alden pointed to the Zenith VR System. "I''ll take one of these. And a high-performance gaming PC to go with it." The assistant''s eyes widened slightly. "Of course! Do you have any specific preferences for the PC?" "Max out everything." "A wise choice." --- After leaving the gaming store, Alden made another stop at a vehicle dealership. Walking through the showroom, he scanned the available options until he found something that caught his eye¡ª A sleek, black, foldable motorbike, designed for urban travel and off-road use. "That''ll make getting around a lot easier." The model was a Mana-Infused ZR-9, a lightweight, high-speed bike with a built-in mana battery that could last for weeks on a single charge. As he was examining the details, Shiranui, his small fox companion, who had been lounging lazily inside his hood, spoke up. "Hmph, you should''ve gotten a mount instead. A noble should ride something grand." Alden chuckled. "A mount? You mean like a horse? Or maybe a giant wolf?" Shiranui scoffed. "Even better. A divine beast. Maybe a golden wyvern or a storm phoenix." "Yeah, I''ll keep that in mind for later." From within his storage ring, his katana, Kurenai, let out a dry chuckle. "He barely has time to sleep, and you want him to take care of a divine beast? He already has you." Shiranui huffed but didn''t argue. After a quick test ride, Alden swiped his card. [Transaction Complete: -1,100,000 Credits] --- With his purchases complete, Alden returned to his dorm, setting up his new gaming PC and VR system. As he powered it on, he leaned back in his chair, stretching. "For once¡­ I don''t have to think about dungeons, fighting, or training." "You say that now," Kurenai murmured, her voice smooth yet sharp. "But I give you two days before you get bored and start looking for your next fight." Alden smirked. "Two days, huh? That long?" Shiranui, curled up on the bed, flicked her tails. "I say one day. He can''t sit still." Alden didn''t deny it. He had gotten too used to the thrill of combat, the adrenaline of battle. Sitting still for too long felt¡­ unnatural. Still, tonight was different. He had time to breathe, to enjoy life. He looked at his reflection on the PC screen. The face of Alden Blackwood stared back¡ªhealthy, strong, and free. This was a life he never had before. And he intended to make the most of it. Tomorrow, he''d be back to preparing for the Academy. But for tonight¡­ he''d just enjoy being alive. --- To be continued¡­ A dangerous plan Morning Routine Alden''s eyes snapped open as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains. His body felt well-rested, yet his instincts urged him to move, to train, to grow stronger. He slipped out of bed, his movements smooth and precise, and began his morning training. His routine was strict and methodical¡ªsomething he had developed from years of disciplined training. 1. Warm-up ¨C Light stretching, mobility exercises, and breathing techniques. 2. Physical Training ¨C Bodyweight exercises, explosive movements, and speed drills. 3. Weapon Practice ¨C Practicing Phantom Edge Sword and Swift Blade Style with his katana. 4. Dagger Arts & Telekinesis Control ¨C He used Shadow Fang Dagger Art while controlling a second dagger mid-air. 5. Aura & Mana Control ¨C Refining his Aura Reinforcement and Mana Manipulation to improve his efficiency in battle. Sweat dripped from his brow, muscles burning with exertion, but his mind was calm. Focused.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. By the time he finished, an hour had passed. His movements had become sharper, his reactions faster. Satisfied, he wiped himself down with a towel and headed back to his dorm. --- Back in His Dorm Stepping into his dorm room, Alden closed the door and exhaled. His gaze landed on his bedside table, where a collection of mana cores sat neatly arranged. Each core pulsed faintly, carrying the stored energy of the beasts he had slain. --- Alden sat down and spread the mana cores out in front of him. "I need to be precise with this." He already knew that his own mana pool allowed him to use void step for only 16 seconds. But if he used mana cores, he could extend that time. F-Rank Core: 2 seconds E- to D+ Rank Cores: 3 to 7 seconds each C-Rank and above: ??? (He hadn''t tested yet) "I have enough to sustain voidstep for nearly a full minute¡­ if I use them wisely." He had been hoarding mana cores for emergencies, and tonight, he had a dangerous plan in mind. --- As Alden was lost in thought, a familiar voice rang in his mind. "So, what''s the plan, reckless master?" Kurenai, his katana, spoke with her usual smooth but sharp tone. Shiranui, his small fox companion, flicked her tails from the bed. "Hmph. He''s up to something shady. I can feel it." Alden smirked. "Shady? That''s a strong word." Shiranui narrowed her golden eyes. "You don''t sit and count mana cores like that unless you''re about to do something dangerous." Kurenai chuckled. "Oh, I like where this is going." Alden exhaled. "It''s nothing too serious. I just need some¡­ extra funding." Shiranui gave him a deadpan look. "You''re going to rob someone, aren''t you?" Alden shrugged. "I prefer the term ''wealth redistribution.''" Kurenai laughed. "This just keeps getting better." Shiranui sighed. "Tch. Why can''t you just rob a dungeon like a normal person?" "Because this is more efficient." Alden smirked. --- As the sun dipped below the horizon, Alden put on a black combat jacket, gloves, and a mask that covered the lower half of his face. His gear was light¡ªoptimized for speed and stealth. Pocketing the mana cores, he grabbed his katana and daggers before stepping out of his dorm. Tonight, he wasn''t just hunting monsters. Tonight, he was hunting humans. And they wouldn''t even see him coming. --- To Be Continued¡­ Into the underworld As Alden walked through the dimly lit streets, the city was alive with energy. People moved about in the night, some enjoying the festival near the river, while others carried out less-than-legal business in the shadows. Tonight, he wasn''t just here for sightseeing. He had a destination. And a goal. --- The Black Market Auction Alden''s mind ran through the details as he walked. "An auction is happening tonight." Not just any auction¡ªthe underground black market auction. It was not a legal gathering, and yet, some of the most influential nobles, wealthy merchants, and powerful individuals would attend. People who had power, influence, and wealth beyond imagination. And yet, tonight, those same powerful figures would be caught in chaos. "The Demon Worshipers will attack tonight." It was a known event in the game, though it wasn''t part of the main storyline. If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. The attack was doomed to fail. Why? Because the people inside the auction were far stronger than the attackers. Powerful Awakened individuals. S-Rank mercenaries, assassins, nobles, and even royal agents. The Demon Worshipers would come for an artifact, something they needed for a summoning ritual. But they would fail. And that meant¡­ There would be a perfect window of opportunity. A chance to steal something else. Something far more important. But way to dangarous. In this auction there are people who can kill him without moving a finger. So he needs to alert and careful all the time . --- Why I was going there I had no interest in stopping the Demon Worshipers. The security of the auction would handle that. His goal was something else. An Easter egg from the game. Something that would be incredibly valuable, something no one else would know the true importance of. His grip tightened around his katana''s hilt as he walked. "I''m going to take it¡­ and maybe a few other things while I''m at it." This will be his first robbery and he is already felling excited. --- "Tch. You''re insane," Shiranui huffed, her fluffy tails twitching as she lay comfortably on his shoulder. Kurenai, his sword, chuckled. "No, he''s just opportunistic. I approve." Alden smirked. "This is a rare chance. It would be a waste not to take advantage of the situation." Shiranui rolled her eyes. "There are easier ways to get strong, you know?" Alden tilted his head. "Easier? Yes. Faster? No." Shiranui grumbled. "Fine. But don''t come crying if you get stabbed." Kurenai hummed in amusement. "He''s more likely to do the stabbing." Alden chuckled. "Exactly." --- As he approached the river, he found himself stepping into a lively festival. Colorful lanterns hung from strings, casting a warm glow on the excited crowd. Street performers, food stalls, and merchants filled the area, adding to the bustling atmosphere. Among the vendors was a mask stall. Alden slowed his steps, looking over the collection. There were all sorts¡ªbeast masks, demon masks, and noble masquerade masks. But his eyes landed on a single mask at the edge of the stall. A simple white mask. Perfect. He reached for it and tossed a few coins to the merchant before putting it on. --- The Hidden Path With his new mask in place, Alden continued toward the river''s edge. He glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then slipped into a side alley. Near the water, an old sewer grate sat half-buried under debris. Most people would overlook it. But Alden knew better. This was a hidden entrance¡ªa detail from the game. He crouched, gripped the rusted metal, and pulled it open with a quiet grunt. Darkness loomed beneath. A cold draft rose from the tunnel, carrying the scent of damp stone and stagnant water. Alden exhaled. Then, without hesitation, he stepped inside. --- To Be Continued¡­ In the black market Alden moved through the dark tunnel, the scent of damp stone lingering in the air. His footsteps were light and controlled, his body perfectly balanced as he stepped across the slick ground. Before long, he saw a faint glow up ahead. The tunnel widened, leading to a metal door embedded in stone, its surface covered in old, rusted engravings. A knock wouldn''t be necessary. Alden knew the procedure. Instead of approaching the door, he reached toward the left wall, feeling along the uneven stone until his fingers pressed against a hidden rune. A soft click echoed. Then, with a groan of shifting mechanisms, the door slid open. Beyond it lay a world hidden beneath the city. --- The Black Market Stepping through the door, Alden entered a massive underground district. This wasn''t just some hidden alley or backroom exchange¡ªit was an entire city. The ceiling stretched high, supported by enormous black stone pillars that glowed faintly with runic symbols.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Dim lanterns hung from the streets, casting eerie shadows over the labyrinthine pathways. Buildings were stacked atop one another, connected by rickety wooden bridges and stone walkways. Despite being underground, it was alive with activity. Merchants and smugglers stood behind makeshift stalls, haggling over rare goods. Masked figures in noble attire whispered behind raised hoods. Mercenaries and assassins leaned against walls, their hands always near their weapons. People from all walks of life gathered here. Some seeking rare artifacts. Some seeking illegal enchantments. And some... simply seeking trouble. "Damn¡­ I forgot how big this place was," Alden muttered. --- As he walked, Alden''s sharp gaze flickered between the shops, searching for something specific. His current attire wasn''t bad, but for what he was about to do? He needed to blend in. Soon, he spotted a stall selling enchanted cloaks. Behind the counter sat a hunched-over old man, his bony fingers adorned with dozens of silver rings. "Looking for something, traveler?" the merchant rasped. Alden gestured to a black cloak lined with dark silver embroidery. "What''s the enchantment?" "Lightweight, resistant to slashes, and slightly dampens presence," the old man grinned, his yellowed teeth showing. "A perfect cloak for those who prefer... discretion." Alden tossed a few gold coins onto the counter. The merchant grinned wider. "Pleasure doing business." Pulling the cloak over his shoulders, Alden felt the slight weight disappear as the enchantment activated. Now, he looked just like another anonymous figure in the Black Market. Perfect. As Alden continued exploring, Shiranui''s tails flicked slightly from her spot on his shoulder. "You sure you want to go through with this?" she asked. Kurenai chuckled. "Do you really think he''ll back out now?" Alden smirked. "Exactly." Shiranui sighed. "Tch. I''m just saying¡ªbreaking into a high-security auction isn''t the smartest move." Alden shrugged. "Maybe not¡­ but the rewards are worth the risk." --- The Auction House ¨C After some time, Alden reached his true destination. The Auction House. It stood at the heart of the Black Market, a massive domed structure made of obsidian stone. Unlike the surrounding buildings, which were cramped and chaotic, this place radiated power and control. Guardians clad in enchanted armor stood at every entrance. People dressed in high-quality silks, robes, and suits arrived in groups, their very presence exuding wealth and power. Alden''s sharp eyes flickered to the security measures. High-rank mercenaries at the front gate. Mana-sensitive barriers along the walls. Invitation checks at every entrance. Anyone trying to sneak in would fail instantly. Unless¡­ They had something special. Something that could bypass both physical and magical barriers. Alden took a deep breath. Then, his voidstep came to life. A moment later, his body faded into nothingness. A technique that allowed him to slip between dimensions. No barrier could stop it. No detection magic could sense it. Alden stepped forward¡­ and vanished into the Auction House. --- To Be Continued¡­ Silent guest Alden materialized inside the Auction House with effortless precision, stepping out from the void of dimensions into the dimly lit corridor. The air inside was cool, carrying the faint scent of expensive perfume and aged parchment. Despite the grandeur of the place, there was an undercurrent of tension¡ªthe kind that came from having too many dangerous individuals in one space. Alden adjusted his cloak, letting the hood shadow most of his face. This was the Black Market Auction. Everyone here was either a criminal, a noble with illicit interests, or a high-ranking figure operating in the shadows. And tonight, he was one of them. -- The Auction House was filled with figures clad in masks, veils, or hoods, a necessary precaution in a place where identities were best left unknown. Even the staff members, though uniformed, wore concealing masks that covered the upper halves of their faces. Alden moved forward confidently, his posture calm yet unreadable. No one paid him any attention. Why would they? Without an official invitation, no one could enter. And he was already inside. A staff member, dressed in a formal suit and mask, approached him with a polite bow. "Welcome, honored guest. If you would follow me, I will escort you to your seat." The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. Alden nodded silently, falling in step behind the attendant. His heartbeat remained steady. Everything was going smoothly. --- The Auction House was structured like an opera hall, with multiple rows of plush seats arranged in a semicircle around the central stage. At the very front were the VIP seats, reserved for the most powerful guests¡ªhigh nobles, underworld bosses, and S-Rank mercenaries. Alden, blending in as just another wealthy participant, was guided to a mid-level seat with a good view of the stage but far enough to avoid suspicion. He settled into his seat, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Dozens of masked individuals filled the seats, their conversations hushed and guarded. Some of them had aura levels that hinted at high-rank warriors or mages. Others radiated cold, calculating intelligence, their postures betraying their political backgrounds. Kurenai, his sentient sword, hummed softly from within his storage ring. "I don''t like this place. Too many people who smell of blood." Shiranui, his fox companion, lazily stretched inside her separate dimension. "Tch. You act like you''re any different." Kurenai chuckled. "Maybe. But Alden kills for necessity. Some of these people? They kill for sport." Alden ignored their chatter for now, his focus shifting to the stage as a figure finally stepped into the spotlight. --- A tall man dressed in an elegant black and gold robe strode onto the stage. His face was hidden behind a white mask adorned with golden patterns, and his posture exuded absolute confidence. He raised a gloved hand, and the room fell into complete silence. "Esteemed guests," his voice was smooth and commanding, "Welcome to tonight''s auction." "As always, our house guarantees the finest selection of artifacts, weapons, rare materials, and collectibles, many of which are unattainable by legal means." Alden''s lips curled into a faint smirk. That much was obvious. "For those who are new to our event," the auctioneer continued, "Allow me to explain the rules of betting." A large floating screen appeared behind him, displaying the auction mechanics. --- How the Auction Works 1. Each guest has a designated number instead of their name. This ensures anonymity when placing bids. 2. Bidding is done via a small enchanted slate. Each seat is equipped with a mana-linked bidding device that allows participants to place bids without speaking aloud. 3. A ''Final Call'' system is in place. If no one bids for ten seconds, the item is sold to the highest bidder. 4. VIP guests may place "Instant Purchase" offers. If a VIP deems an item essential, they may outbid all offers with an absurdly high price, ensuring immediate ownership. --- "Let the Auction Begin" With a theatrical motion, the auctioneer clapped his hands. "Now, let us begin our first round of items." A pair of attendants wheeled out a silk-draped podium, atop which sat the first item of the night. The silk was pulled away, revealing a gleaming dagger with a curved, enchanted blade. The floating screen displayed its description: [Moonlit Fang ¨C A high-grade enchanted dagger crafted from the fang of a D+ rank mana beast. Excellent for assassins and stealth users.] The auctioneer gestured grandly. "A fine weapon to begin with. Shall we start the bidding at 5,000 gold?" (Gold is the currency which have higher value than credits) Immediately, a series of numbers flashed on the floating screen, indicating that guests were already placing bids. Alden remained silent, merely observing. --- This was just the beginning. The early rounds would mostly consist of high-quality weapons, rare materials, and lower-grade artifacts. Only later in the night would the truly valuable items appear. And one of those items¡­ Was the real reason Alden was here. His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest. "Soon." He just had to wait. And when the moment came¡­ He would strike. --- To Be Continued¡­ The veiled serpent The dark alley was silent. The air thick with tension, the kind that made even the most hardened criminals hesitate to take a step forward. Then¡ª A tear in space. A ripple, like shattered glass in reality itself, split the shadows apart. From the violet rift, a woman stepped forward. Her long silver hair flowed behind her, catching the dim light from the street lamps, reflecting a ghostly sheen. Her crimson eyes burned with a quiet, unreadable intensity, and her presence alone sent a chill through the air. She didn''t belong here. Or rather¡ª This place wasn''t worthy of her presence. Rose Valehart. Leader of the Veiled Serpent, an organization whose name alone was enough to send nobles, crime lords, and mercenaries alike into a cold sweat. They dealt in assassination, information, smuggling, artifacts, and power. A secret empire operating in the shadows of the world. And tonight, she had come for the auction. But not for the reasons the world might assume. Behind her, shadows stirred. A flicker¡ªthen a hooded figure materialized, stepping forward with absolute silence. She was smaller than Seraphina, her frame slender yet poised like a coiled viper. From under her obsidian hood, a pair of sharp golden eyes gleamed with barely contained mischief. This was Valeria Nightshade. Rose right-hand woman. Her deadliest assassin.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. And possibly, the most annoying person alive. "So, boss," Valeria''s voice was light, almost playful. "Why exactly are we risking our lovely skins at an underground auction full of backstabbing nobles and black-market criminals?" Rose didn''t even glance at her. "For information." Valeria whistled. "That''s vague. Do I get a hint, or are we playing the ''mysterious boss'' role today?" Seraphina gave her a look. "Do you ever stop talking?" "Nope." A sigh. Valeria chuckled, slipping her hands into her coat pockets as she fell into step beside Seraphina. "Fine, fine. I''ll behave." She paused, then grinned. "Mostly." Rose ignored her. The truth was, she wasn''t here for wealth, or power, or even rare artifacts. Tonight, she had come for a lead. Something¡ªor someone¡ªhad been pulling strings in the shadows lately. Strange movements among demon worshipers. Hidden transactions for forbidden relics. Even whispers of ancient knowledge resurfacing¡ªknowledge that should have been long buried. And if there was one place where all the filth of society congregated, where rumors spread like wildfire, it was the underground auction. The Black Market was the beating heart of corruption. And tonight, she would listen. -- The moment she stepped past the outer gates of the Black Market District, the entire atmosphere shifted. A low murmur spread through the streets as masked individuals froze mid-step, their heads subtly turning in her direction. The guards stationed at the entrance¡ªhardened criminals, ex-mercenaries, and even rogue knights¡ªimmediately stiffened. One of them, a towering brute of a man clad in dark steel armor, immediately lowered his gaze and stepped back. "L-Lady Rose...!" His voice barely masked his fear. "We did not expect you tonight." She did not acknowledge him. She simply walked forward. And they¡ªlike everyone else¡ªmoved out of her way. No one dared to stop her. They only watched. Feared. Whispered. "The Veiled Serpent is here¡­" "Why would she come personally?" "Damn it¡­ something big must be happening." Behind Rose, Valeria grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. "You know, boss, sometimes I think people are more scared of you than they are of actual demons." Rose didn''t respond. They both knew it wasn''t fear without reason. She wasn''t just another criminal overlord. She was a force of nature. And in this world, forces of nature did not need invitations. As they approached the grand auction hall, the security increased tenfold. Tall, imposing figures clad in enchanted armor stood guard at every entrance. Magical arrays flickered across the walls¡ªbarriers strong enough to withstand even a high-level siege. Masked men and women, dressed in elegant, high-quality attire, filtered through the main doors, flashing their golden invitations to gain entry. But Rose? She walked past all of them. And the guards at the entrance did not even ask for an invitation. Instead, a man in a deep crimson suit, wearing a gilded mask, immediately stepped forward and bowed deeply. "L-Lady Rose, your private suite has been prepared." His voice shook slightly, despite his practiced elegance. She merely nodded. "Take me there." The guards, who had stopped others mere seconds ago, immediately moved to open the grand doors for her. Valeria, walking beside her, snorted. "Man, it''s almost unfair how much VIP treatment you get." Rose didn''t react. She didn''t need to. --- The VVIP Suite The suite was lavish, decorated with rare silks, enchanted gemstones, and a direct communication crystal linked to the auctioneer. A large, soundproofed glass wall overlooked the entire auction hall below, giving her an unobstructed view of the event. Rose gracefully took her seat, crossing her legs, fingers tapping idly against the chair''s armrest. Valeria, meanwhile, immediately collapsed into the chair beside her, stretching like a lazy cat. "Damn, these seats are comfy. Think I could steal one?" Rose ignored her. Her crimson eyes flickered as they scanned the masked figures gathering below. Powerful people. Dangerous people. All waiting for the auction to begin. Valeria yawned. "So, what now? We just watch a bunch of rich idiots throw money at things?" Rose lips curled into a faint smirk. "No." She leaned back, her gaze sharp, calculating. "We wait for the real show to begin." And with that¡ª The lights in the auction hall dimmed. A single spotlight illuminated the stage. A masked auctioneer stepped forward, his voice smooth and practiced. "Welcome, esteemed guests¡­ Let the auction begin." --- To Be Continued¡­ Attack Alden sat in his seat, arms crossed, his black eyes scanning the auction hall with quiet amusement. The masked crowd around him moved with a mixture of anticipation and calculation, their whispered conversations blending into a low murmur. At the center of the stage stood the auctioneer, a man dressed in a black and gold robe, his expression polished and professional. "Our next item¡ªan enchanted dagger, forged in the flames of the Crimson Wastes." A servant stepped forward, presenting a sleek, curved blade encased in a transparent mana barrier. Its black edge shimmered, exuding a faint blood-red glow. "This dagger enhances the wielder''s speed and allows for minor mana concealment. A perfect tool for assassins and scouts alike." "Starting bid: 50 gold." Immediately, several masked figures raised their placards. "60 gold!" "75 gold!" "100 gold!" Alden leaned back. "A million credits for a dagger... as expected from a place like this." Still, it was nothing compared to what was about to come.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. "Hmph." From within his sword, Kurenai''s voice echoed. "Overpriced. I could shatter that blade in one strike." Alden smirked. "Of course you could." On his shoulder, the small white fox, Shiranui, flicked her tail lazily. "This is getting boring. When do we steal things?" Alden chuckled quietly. "Patience." --- The auction continued, showcasing items of increasing value: A ring imbued with elemental resistance sold for 250 gold. A pair of enchanted gauntlets that doubled grip strength went for 120 gold. A mana-infused bow that could fire arrows of pure energy was purchased for 370 gold by a masked elf. Then came the real treasures. The auctioneer raised his hand, and the hall fell into silence. "Now, honored guests¡­ we move to the highlight of tonight''s auction." Servants wheeled in a large glass case. Inside, more than fifteen different artifacts, potions, and rare relics lay, each radiating a distinct magical aura. Gasps and murmurs spread through the crowd as the auctioneer gestured dramatically. "These are our premium items, available only to the most powerful and wealthy among you." He motioned toward the first item, an emerald-green potion shimmering under the light. "Behold¡ªthe Elixir of Awakening. This rare potion can increase the mana rank of the drinker by one level and enhance the growth of stats¡­ but only for those below C-rank." A moment of stunned silence. Then¡ªchaos. "400 gold!" "550 gold!" "700 gold!" "1,000 gold!" Alden leaned forward slightly, intrigued. A potion like that could allow weaker individuals to break past their limits¡ªbut at what cost? Kurenai scoffed. "Cheap shortcuts." Shiranui stretched. "Still, useful." The bidding war raged for another minute before the potion was sold for 1,500 gold (15 million credits). --- The next few items were just as fascinating: A mythril-forged longsword, its blade enchanted with elemental shifting properties. A high-grade stealth cloak, capable of erasing both mana presence and sound. A mana-absorbing talisman, which allowed users to recover energy faster in battle. A mysterious obsidian ring, its properties unknown but brimming with forbidden energy. Each of them fetched prices in the thousands, and the competition grew fiercer. Alden, however, remained silent. His eyes weren''t on these treasures. He was waiting for something else. As the final artifact was about to be presented¡ª BOOM! The entire auction hall shook. Cracks spidered across the walls, and screams erupted from the audience. Alden exhaled, tilting his head slightly. "So, it finally started." Above them, the ceiling trembled, and the once-opulent chandeliers swayed dangerously. A deep, eerie chanting echoed from the entrance. The demon worshipers had arrived. --- To Be Continued¡­ Auctions fall [3rd POV ¨C Rose Valehart] The air was electric inside the grand auction hall. The dim golden lights cast a soft glow over the masked figures seated in their private booths, each one representing power, wealth, or blood-stained influence. From her private VVIP balcony, Rose Valehart observed the event unfold with calm detachment. Artifacts of immense value were being displayed¡ªa potion that could raise one''s mana capacity, enchanted weapons, cloaks woven with shadow magic. Each item sold for thousands of gold as the voices of bidders rang through the hall, filled with greed and ambition. Valeria sat beside her, one leg propped up lazily, swirling a glass of dark red wine. "You know, Rose, for a den of criminals, they do have good taste." Rose didn''t respond, her gaze scanning the crowd beneath her hood. She wasn''t here for the artifacts. Something was coming. And then¡ª BOOM! The world shook. A deafening explosion erupted near the entrance, shattering the silence like glass. Screams followed, chaos erupting as masked figures rushed to their feet, weapons drawn. Smoke billowed into the hall, thick and suffocating, and from the shadows, they emerged. The Demon Worshippers. Their dark robes flickered in the firelight, their faces twisted in fervent devotion. At their center stood a man clad in obsidian armor, his presence alone warping the air around him. A cursed artifact pulsed in his grip, radiating a sickly, malevolent aura. Valeria whistled, sipping her wine like it was just another performance. "And here I thought this was going to be boring." Rose''s eyes narrowed. The attack had begun. --- The demon worshippers moved swiftly, cutting down guards with brutal efficiency. Blood splattered across the once-pristine marble floors as nobles and criminals alike scrambled for safety.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. Some tried to fight back¡ªelite mercenaries, rogue awakeners, high-ranking nobles¡ªonly to be engulfed by black flames and twisted magic. The worshippers weren''t here to bargain. They were here to take. The artifact. Rose watched as the obsidian-armored leader strode forward, his burning eyes locked on the auction''s centerpiece¡ªa relic encased in a glass container at the heart of the stage. The Summoning Core. A catalyst that could rip open a path to the Abyss. The pieces fell into place. Rose exhaled, stretching her fingers. "We should leave." Valeria raised a brow. "What, no hero moment?" Rose''s lips curled into a smirk. "Hardly. This isn''t our fight. But I do want to see how it ends." Valeria chuckled, standing up and adjusting her mask. "Well, if we''re just watching¡­ might as well enjoy the show." Below, the massacre continued. And somewhere in the chaos¡­ another shadow moved. One that did not belong to the cultists. Rose''s eyes flickered toward a certain masked figure in the crowd. She could sense it. Something¡­ different. And for the first time that night, genuine curiosity sparked in her crimson eyes. --- The auction hall burned. Screams of agony mixed with the crackling of flames, the heavy scent of blood tainting the once-opulent chamber. The Demon Worshippers carved through the panicked crowd, their black robes swirling like specters in the inferno. Rose stood at the edge of her private balcony, watching. Most people below were either fleeing, fighting, or dying. Except for one. Her crimson eyes narrowed behind her mask as she spotted a figure moving unnaturally through the battlefield. A man clad in dark clothes, his face obscured by a simple mask. He didn''t run. He didn''t panic. And unlike the others desperately clashing steel against the fanatics, he wasn''t even fighting. No¡ªhe was passing through them. A black-robed cultist swung a flaming dagger toward him¡ª And the blade simply phased through his body. What? Another man, a mercenary trying to flee, crashed straight into him¡ªonly to fall forward as if he had stepped through air. Impossible. Rose''s sharp mind immediately considered the possibilities¡ªIllusion? High-tier Stealth Art? A teleportation skill? But the way he moved, the fluidity, the absolute confidence with which he weaved through the battlefield¡ªthis wasn''t just another rogue using a high-level skill. No. This was something else. Her lips curled into an intrigued smirk. "What an interesting little ghost." --- From her side, Valeria had also taken notice. "Oho, what do we have here?" she mused, propping her chin on her hand as she leaned forward. "Now that''s not something you see every day." Rose remained silent, eyes locked on the masked figure below. He never drew a weapon. Never made a move to engage anyone. He simply walked. Demon Worshippers were too focused on their slaughter to notice him, but Rose saw everything. There was a pattern to his movements. He wasn''t just aimlessly wandering. He was headed somewhere. "Interesting," she murmured. Valeria nudged her. "You think he''s one of ours?" Rose scoffed. "If we had someone like that under us, I''d know." Valeria chuckled. "Fair point." As they spoke, the cultists finally noticed him. A tall, armored figure¡ªone of the commanders¡ªblocked his path, a twisted grin spreading beneath his hood. "Who are you supposed to be?" the man sneered, raising a jagged sword wreathed in dark flames. "One of these wretched nobles? A thief?" The masked man stopped. For the first time, he turned slightly, his head tilting toward the cultist. Rose couldn''t see his eyes, but she felt the shift in air. A silent pressure. The cultist snarled and swung his sword in a downward arc, aiming to cleave the stranger in half. And then¡ª Nothing. The blade passed clean through. No blood. No resistance. As if he wasn''t even there. "What¡­?" The cultist staggered, his confidence replaced by unease. The masked man didn''t react. Didn''t attack. Didn''t even acknowledge the enemy before him. He simply walked forward. Through the cultist. Through the attacks. Through the chaos itself. Untouched. --- Up in the VVIP balcony, Rose felt her heart skip a beat. This wasn''t teleportation. This wasn''t a high-tier stealth skill. This was¡­ something else entirely. Something she didn''t understand. And that fact bothered her. Valeria let out a low whistle. "Well, well. That was dramatic." Rose''s lips pressed together, her mind already racing. The masked man had vanished deeper into the burning auction hall, disappearing into the smoke and wreckage. Rose''s instincts screamed at her. She had to find out who he was. Whoever this phantom was¡­ He wasn''t normal. And that made him worth chasing. To Be Continued¡­ Heist admist chaos [Alden''s POV] The air in the auction hall was thick with tension. The heavy scent of burning wood and magic mingled with the stench of blood, and the crackling of flames danced alongside frantic shouts. A full-scale attack had erupted. Cultists screamed in frenzy as they clashed with guards and mercenaries alike. Explosions rocked the walls, shattering glass and sending shards raining to the floor. But none of it mattered. I wasn''t here for the fight. I wasn''t here to save anyone, nor was I here to join in the chaos. I was simply here to get what I came for. --- The instant the attack began, I felt the familiar tingle of adrenaline coursing through my veins. But unlike the others, I had the perfect tool to navigate this madness without lifting a finger. Voidstep. The moment I activated it, I was able to phase through the frenzied crowds, dodging blows, spells, and strikes that would have otherwise hit me. A demon worshiper lunged at me, a jagged dagger slashing through the air. I didn''t even flinch. Instead, I shifted through him, the dagger passing right through my incorporeal form. More cultists. They screamed as I walked by, none of them even realizing I was there. Their eyes locked on the more obvious targets¡ªthe nobles and high-ranking guards, people they were trying to sacrifice in the chaos. But I wasn''t their target. I wasn''t even a ghost to them. I was just a fleeting shadow in the midst of all the pandemonium.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. --- I moved swiftly, my eyes fixed on the display cases where the most valuable artifacts of the auction were kept. Some of them had already been shattered, spilling priceless items across the floor, but the main cases, heavily reinforced, were still intact. The crowd around the stage was too distracted by the bloodshed and fire to notice me. Time to act. I moved past the wreckage, my fingers extending toward the artifacts as I manipulated them with Telekinesis. The first item I grabbed was a dagger¡ªbeautifully crafted, its blade gleaming with shadow mana, capable of piercing through magical defenses with ease. Next, I reached for a cloak¡ªa dark garment, designed to mask the wearer''s presence, allowing for perfect stealth in even the most guarded situations. A potion followed¡ªan elixir that would boost my mana reserves and enhance my stat growth. --- And then I saw it¡ªthe real reason I had come. It was a mask, sitting in its own separate case. A prominent horn pattern was etched into its surface, centered around where the wearer''s r eyes would be. The rest of the mask enveloped the face, only revealing that visible eyes. The colors were bold¡ªorange with darker swirls of orange, giving it a sinister and almost otherworldly appearance. It was exactly as described in the game, and I knew the second I laid eyes on it¡ªthis was the item I was after. I reached into the case and carefully lifted the mask, the aura around it pulsing with power. This was the key to what I needed. --- As soon as I straightened up, mask in hand, I turned around to find myself face-to-face with someone. A woman. Her presence was impossible to ignore. She stood tall, exuding an aura of cold, unyielding power. Her silver hair shimmered in the dim light, and her crimson eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Rose Valehart. Leader of the Veiled Serpent. A woman I had heard much about in passing but had never personally encountered. She was looking at me, but there was no hint of recognition in her gaze. Still, she didn''t speak at first, only studying me with that cold, calculating look. "You shouldn''t be here," she said, her voice low, controlled. She tilted her head slightly, as if puzzled by my presence. "Who are you? Another ghost haunting this place?" I said nothing. There was no need. I could feel her gaze boring into me, but I remained calm, not daring to let my focus slip. I had come for the mask, and that''s all I intended to leave with. Also my time is limited , using voidstep with all mana cores limit is coming. Then, before she could say another word, I did what I had done countless times before. I disappeared. With a thought, I activated void step once more. I didn''t turn away or attempt to evade¡ªI simply stepped through reality, leaving Rose standing there, utterly confused and silent. By the time she realized I was gone, I was already out of her line of sight, blending into the chaos of the auction hall once more. I was gone, unnoticed, as if I had never been there at all. The auction hall was in complete turmoil as I made my way back into the underground passages. The chaos had escalated beyond the expected, and the auction had completely dissolved into violence and in some time main security of black market will come and will resolve the situation. But none of it mattered. I had what I came for. Mission accomplished. --- To Be Continued¡­ Cost of power [Alden''s POV] The second I phased out of the auction hall, my mind was already racing. I had done what I came for. The mask was secured. The dagger, cloak, and potion were stored away safely. But my work wasn''t over yet. I still needed to escape. And now, there was a new problem. Rose Valehart had noticed me. Not just noticed¡ªbut observed. The leader of the Veiled Serpent, one of the most dangerous figures in the underworld, had locked eyes with me. She had spoken to me. Even if she didn''t know who I was, someone with her level of resources and connections wouldn''t just let it go. I had made an impression. And that meant¡ªshe would be watching. If I left the black market through normal means, there was a high chance I would be tracked. The cameras in the city above could capture my image. Even if I had a mask, the people monitoring the auction''s security footage might connect my movements before and after the event. I couldn''t afford that. Which meant I had only one option¡ªan immediate escape. I clenched my fists, feeling the strain in my body. I had used voidstep excessively tonight¡ªmore than I ever had before. My mana reserves were nearly empty. But I still had just enough left for one final move. --- My eyes flickered with the red glow of my Eclipse vision as I focused on a location¡ªthe sewer near the river. That was where I had entered, and that was where I needed to exit. I gathered every remaining drop of mana in my core, pushing my control to the limit. My head throbbed. My vision blurred. My body screamed in protest. But I didn''t stop. In an instant¡ªI vanished.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. The sensation of teleportation was always strange¡ªlike being stretched and compressed at the same time. But this time, it was worse. Much worse. The moment I reappeared near the sewer entrance, my legs gave out. Pain exploded through my entire body. It felt as if every nerve had been set on fire. My vision flickered, and the world around me spun violently. I barely managed to stumble forward before my knees hit the ground. "Haah¡­ haah¡­" My breaths came out in ragged gasps, my chest heaving. I had pushed myself too far. Voidstep, over and over. Mark of Connection, maintaining links across distances. The sheer strain of phasing through so many people, dodging attacks, and then performing a long-distance teleport¡ªit was too much. I had never used my abilities this extensively before. And now, I was paying the price. --- I clenched my fists against the cold, damp ground of the sewer entrance. My body refused to move. For the first time since I transmigrated into this world, I felt true exhaustion. "This¡­ is bad¡­" I muttered, my voice weak. I had always known that voidstep was powerful¡ªbut now, I realized its biggest weakness. It consumed too much mana. And if I used it recklessly¡ªI wouldn''t even be able to stand. If an enemy found me in this state right now¡­ I''d be as good as dead. My breathing slowed. My limbs felt like lead. My vision darkened. I fought to stay awake, but my body was shutting down. As the world faded into blackness, only one thought remained in my mind. I need to get stronger. --- [Rose Valehart''s POV] The moment the masked figure vanished, I knew one thing for certain¡ªhe wasn''t normal. Not a single wasted movement. Not a single sign of hesitation. He moved through the chaos like a ghost, passing through people, attacks, and barriers as if they didn''t exist. Completely untouchable. And then¡ªhe was gone. A teleportation ability? No, something more¡­ I narrowed my crimson eyes, my fingers tapping against the armrest of my private seat. Who was he? Before I could piece together my thoughts, a sudden presence approached. Foul, rotting mana filled the air. I didn''t even need to look to know who it was. The leader of the demon worshipers. A pathetic, delusional man who thought offering his soul to the abyss would grant him power. His twisted grin stretched across his face as he stepped forward, clad in dark robes lined with strange, pulsating runes. His beady eyes glowed with an unnatural light, his posture filled with arrogance. "You¡­ Veiled Serpent''s leader," he sneered. "Your people interfere with our mission, and yet you stand idly by. Are you perhaps¡ªafraid?" I barely paid him any mind. My thoughts were still occupied by the phantom who had just escaped. The robed fool mistook my silence for weakness. A mistake. "You should''ve sided with us," he continued, his voice dripping with false superiority. "The abyss welcomes all, and yet you¡ª" Schlink. The sound of steel cutting through flesh filled the air. For a moment, the man didn''t react. He simply froze, his lips still curled in that arrogant grin. Then, his head slid off his shoulders. A wet thud followed as his body collapsed lifelessly to the floor. It was over before he even realized he was dead. I sheathed my blade, expression unmoved. "Talking too much is a bad habit." A chuckle came from the shadows behind me. "Aw, come on, boss, at least let them beg a little before you slice their heads off," Valeria''s teasing voice rang out. I sighed. "Clean this up. Burn the bodies. I don''t want any traces left behind." She gave a dramatic bow. "As you wish, oh terrifying queen of death." Ignoring her antics, I turned my gaze back to where the masked man had disappeared. "He''s not normal," I muttered. Valeria raised a brow. "You mean the ghost?" Ghost. That wasn''t a bad name for him. I nodded. "I want every piece of information you can find. How he moves, where he entered, anything." My eyes narrowed. "Find out who he is." Valeria grinned, twirling a dagger between her fingers. "Ooooh, interested in a mystery man, are we? How scandalous." I shot her a sharp glare. She laughed, waving a hand. "Yeah, yeah, I''ll get on it. But I''m telling you now¡ªif someone can move through solid matter like that, they''re not someone easy to track." That much was obvious. But I wasn''t letting this go. He had appeared from nowhere, taken what he wanted, and disappeared without a trace. That wasn''t just skill. That was something else entirely. And I wanted to know what. --- To Be Continued¡­ The phantoms rest [Alden''s POV] Every step felt like hell. My body was screaming. My muscles felt like they were ripped apart, my mana circuits were on the verge of burning out, and my head throbbed with an intensity that made me want to pass out right there on the street. But I couldn''t. Not yet. I gritted my teeth, forcing my body to move as I stumbled through the city''s dark alleys. My destination was clear¡ªmy dorm. I had barely made it out of that cursed underground black market. Void step drained me dry, and even though I had used the last of my mana to teleport near the sewer entrance, it had taken everything I had left. I leaned against a wall, breathing heavily. Damn it. I had never pushed my body this far before. Not even in training. Forcing down the pain, I dragged myself forward, step by step. It felt like an eternity before I finally reached the academy gates. The guards barely spared me a glance. Good. With my hood up and mask off, I looked like just another exhausted student returning from a late night out. No one suspected a thing.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. By the time I reached my dorm, I barely had the strength to lock the door. Then¡ªdarkness. I collapsed onto the bed, and before I could even think¡ª I was out. --- Morning When I woke up, the first thing I felt was hunger. The second was pain. "Ugh¡­" I groaned, stretching my stiff limbs. Every part of me ached like I had been run over by a stampede of monsters. It made sense. I had overused Eclipse vision. Never again. "You finally awake, brat?" A familiar voice echoed in my head. I turned my gaze toward the crimson sword resting against the wall. Kurenai. Before I could respond, another voice¡ªlighter, amused. "You really are reckless, master," Shiranui, my fox companion, purred as she lounged on my bed, her nine tails flicking lazily. "I told you using Eclipse vision so much would come back to bite you." I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Yeah, yeah. I learned my lesson." Kurenai let out a snort. "Doubtful. You''ll do it again the moment you think it''s necessary." "...Maybe." They weren''t wrong. If I had to push myself again, I would. No hesitation. But before I need to get fresh and eating something. But for now¡ªit was time to check my spoils. --- I sat up, stretching before pulling out the items I had stolen. Laying them before me, I took a moment to examine each one carefully. A finely crafted dagger¡ªdeadly and perfectly balanced. I was already thinking about new one but this is even better. A cloak with stealth properties¡ªperfect for blending into shadows.It is going to be huge help in robbing. A potion that increased mana capacity and stat growth¡ªvaluable, but I''d save it for later. But It can only be used by those below C - rank . And finally¡ªthe mask. I picked it up, running my fingers over its surface. A horn like pattern around eye-holes. Orange in color. I knew exactly what this was. An Easter Egg from the Game. This mask wasn''t just for looks. When voidstep was introduced in the game, this mask was discovered as a hidden item. Even if players in serious play through didn''t use it often but when mask was discovered people stated using it more. And its effects? A 20% decrease in voidstep mana consumption and physical strain. That alone made it priceless. But that wasn''t all. It also had: A built-in voice changer. A passive defense ability that lessened the impact of minor attacks. And 30% decrease in mana used for normal use of Eclipse vision. I smirked. This¡­ was exactly what I needed. Shiranui padded over, sniffing the mask. "That thing looks creepy." Kurenai chuckled darkly. "It suits him." I rolled my eyes but couldn''t help the satisfied grin forming on my lips. With this, my future fights would be much easier. Now, it was time to figure out how best to use it. --- To Be Continued¡­ A step forward [Alden''s POV] The soreness still lingered in my muscles, a dull ache from overexerting voidstep. But it wasn''t anything I couldn''t handle. I pushed myself up from the bed, stretching out my stiff limbs. The events of last night replayed in my mind¡ªthe chaos of the black market, the stolen items, and the leader of the Veiled Serpent, Rose. She saw me. She noticed me. And that meant she would start looking for me. Shiranui, my fox companion, lay curled on the bed beside me, tails flicking lazily. "You''re thinking too much again," she murmured, her golden eyes half-lidded with amusement. Kurenai, my sword, chuckled from where it rested in the corner. "Let him be. The fool''s realizing how reckless he was." I rolled my eyes. "I''m not reckless. I planned everything." "Sure," Kurenai replied, sarcasm thick in his tone. Ignoring them, I dragged myself into the bathroom for a quick shower. The hot water eased some of the stiffness, and by the time I stepped out, I felt more like myself again. Throwing on a black shirt and comfortable pants, I headed for the mini-fridge. A half-eaten sandwich and a bottle of water. It wasn''t much, but it would do. --- After eating, I pulled out one of the stolen items¡ªthe potion. The liquid inside the vial was a deep crimson, swirling faintly as if alive. This wasn''t just any potion. It would increase my mana capacity. And more importantly, it would make future mana growth easier. Shiranui wrinkled her nose. "That smells disgusting." Kurenai scoffed. "Stop complaining. It''s not like he''s offering you any." I ignored their bickering and drank the potion in one go. The effect was immediate. A burning heat spread from my core, racing through my mana circuits. It wasn''t painful, but it was intense. My entire body felt like it was absorbing something potent. I clenched my fists, allowing the sensation to settle before opening my status window. ---You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. [Status Window] Name: Alden Blackwood Race: Human Rank: D- Mana Capacity: D ¡ú D+ Affinities: None Physique: Enhanced (Due to Purification) --- Basic Stats Strength: D- Agility: D Intelligence: C+ Mana: D ¡ú D+ Stamina: D- --- Skills Eclipse vision Voidstep (Trait) Ability: Allows the user to phase through objects and enter a personal pocket dimension. They can teleport by stepping through space itself. Illusions & Mind Control ¨C Can trap enemies in illusions or briefly control weak minds. Enhanced Perception ¨C Slows down movements and improves reaction speed. Mana Manipulation (Intermediate) ¨C Allows precise control over mana circulation. Stealth (Basic) ¨C Reduces presence and sound of movement. Aura Control (Intermediate) ¨C Enables reinforcement of the body and weapons using aura. Telekinesis (Intermediate) ¨C Grants control over objects using mana and willpower. Mark of Connection (Unique) ¨C Allows Alden to imprint a mark on objects, enabling mana transfer, reinforcement, and remote interaction. --- Weapon Arts Progress Five Forms of the Crimson Moon (5-Star) [1/5 Unlocked] First Form: Lunar Severance ¨C A devastating single slash that cuts through mana defenses. Shadow Fang Dagger Art (3-Star) [30% ¡ú 40% Proficiency] A fast, deceptive dagger art specialized in speed and misdirection. Phantom Edge Sword (2-Star) [63% ¡ú 70% Proficiency] A balanced style that blends offense and defense. Swift Blade Style (2-Star) [70% ¡ú 78% Proficiency] A sword art designed for rapid attacks and movement. Shadow Step Footwork (2-Star) [72% ¡ú 80% Proficiency] I stared at the status window, absorbing the changes. My mana capacity had increased, and my weapon proficiency had improved. The potion''s effect on mana was obvious, but my constant battles and training in the dungeon had also paid off. High-star techniques took longer to improve, but even a small increase meant better control and execution. I exhaled and leaned back in my chair. "This was worth it." Shiranui yawned. "Good for you. Maybe next time, drink something that doesn''t smell like death." Kurenai chuckled. "Stop whining. He''s getting stronger." Shiranui huffed but didn''t argue. A small step forward. But progress was progress. Now, it was time to plan my next move. -- The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and leaves. The academy grounds were vast, but most students never ventured beyond the training fields and classrooms. However, behind the academy lay a stretch of dense forest, untouched and teeming with natural mana. It was the perfect place to clear my head. Shiranui hopped onto my shoulder, her small, fluffy form warm against my neck. "You''re unusually quiet today," she remarked. Kurenai, strapped to my back, hummed. "Let me guess¡ªyou''re overthinking again?" I didn''t answer. Instead, I adjusted the black cloak I had thrown over myself and stepped into the wilderness. -- The further I went, the quieter everything became. Birds chirped in the distance, but aside from that, it was just the rustling leaves and the occasional crunch of twigs beneath my boots. I wasn''t just aimlessly wandering. I had been here before. In the game, there was a small, mana-filled clearing within the forest, a naturally formed space where mana gathered. And I needed it. After last night, my mind was in chaos. The blood, the slaughter, the burning corpses. I had killed monsters before. But this was different. The sheer scale of death was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. And I knew¡ªthis was only the beginning. --- Reaching the Meditation Spot After nearly half an hour of walking, I finally arrived. The clearing was exactly as I remembered. A ring of ancient trees enclosed the space, their roots stretching deep into the ground, absorbing the thick mana in the air. The grass glowed faintly, a sign of natural mana saturation. I stepped into the center, breathing in deeply. Kurenai spoke first. "So, what''s the plan? Meditation?" I nodded. Shiranui stretched lazily across my lap. "Don''t take too long. Sitting around doing nothing is boring." I closed my eyes. The moment I focused my breathing, the images returned. Bodies collapsing, screams fading into silence, the scent of blood thick in the air. I clenched my fists. If not for voidstep and my enhanced vision, I would have died countless times. It wasn''t just a matter of strength. The sheer number of high-ranking individuals present made survival nearly impossible. And yet, I had walked through the chaos untouched. Like a ghost. I exhaled, letting the thoughts settle. I needed to accept it. This world wasn''t a game anymore. Death was real. And I would have to kill again. The thought didn''t frighten me, but it left a strange hollowness in my chest. Not guilt. Not sadness. Just¡­ emptiness. I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the mana around me. The dense energy in the clearing made it easier to guide my own flow. I activated Aura Control and let the energy seep into my limbs. The effect was immediate. The strain from overusing voidstep eased. The lingering stiffness in my body faded. Mana coursed through me in steady waves, stabilizing my core. Kurenai''s voice broke the silence. "Don''t dwell too much, Alden." I opened my eyes. Shiranui tilted her head, golden eyes gleaming. "He''s right, you know. The past is the past." I let out a quiet chuckle. "Says the ones who keep nagging me." Kurenai scoffed. "That''s called wisdom." Shiranui flicked her tail. "No, that''s called annoying." I stood up, rolling my shoulders. The meditation had helped. My mind was clearer now. The next time I found myself in a situation like that¡­ I wouldn''t just survive. I would thrive. --- To Be Continued¡­ The girl with spirit eyes [Alden''s POV] The mana in the clearing pulsed faintly, like the steady rhythm of a heart. My breathing slowed. For the first time since last night, my thoughts weren''t racing. Instead, I focused on the sensation of mana circulating through my body¡ªthe way it strengthened my limbs, sharpened my senses, and settled my emotions. Then, suddenly¡­ I felt another presence. Not a beast. Not a monster. A person. And they weren''t even trying to hide. --- An Unexpected Meeting I opened my eyes. Standing a few meters away, just beyond the treeline, was a girl. She had light pink hair cascading past her shoulders and striking red eyes that glowed faintly, as if reflecting some unseen fire. She wasn''t wearing the academy''s uniform. Instead, she wore a dark indigo robe with silver embroidery, giving her an air of elegance and mystery.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. A small white spirit-like wisp floated lazily near her shoulder. A Spirit Sorcerer. And judging by her mana signature, a strong one. She tilted her head slightly, studying me. Then, she spoke. "¡­You''re strange." --- I blinked. "Excuse me?" She stepped closer, crossing her arms. "Your mana feels¡­ unnatural. It''s not bad, just different." Shiranui perked up from my shoulder. "Huh. That''s a first." Kurenai hummed. "Spirit Sorcerers are sensitive to mana. If she says something is strange, she''s probably not wrong." The girl''s eyes flickered toward Shiranui. Her gaze sharpened. "You have a contract beast." I remained silent. Then, she glanced at Kurenai, still strapped to my back. "And that sword¡­ it''s alive, isn''t it?" ¡­She was sharp. No wonder she was a second-year. I exhaled. "And who are you exactly?" The girl smirked. "You don''t recognize me? That''s refreshing." She walked closer, folding her hands behind her back. "Selene Astraea. Second-year, Spirit Sorcerer, and unofficially¡­ the person who now wants to know what your deal is." --- A Hidden Genius Selene Astraea. Now that I heard her name, I remembered her. She was mentioned in the game¡ªa prodigy in spirit magic, but someone who kept a low profile. A hidden ally, or maybe even a hidden heroine depending on the choices made. Or an event boss. Unlike most mages who wielded mana externally, Spirit Sorcerers formed contracts with spirits, allowing them to channel mana in unique ways. And she wasn''t just any sorcerer. She was a genius. In the game''s lore, she had the potential to become one of the most powerful Spirit Sorcerers of her generation. But there was a problem. She never took the spotlight. Always in the background, never getting involved unless necessary. So why was she here now? --- "Are you just going to stare at me all day?" Selene asked, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged. "I was just wondering why a second-year genius is wandering the academy''s forest." She smirked. "Genius, huh? I like the sound of that. But I could ask you the same thing, you know. You''re a first-year, right?" I nodded. "Alden Blackwood." She hummed, tapping her chin. "Blackwood? Never heard of that name." "That''s because there''s nothing to hear," I replied smoothly. Selene''s eyes glowed faintly, as if trying to see through me. Then, she chuckled. "You''re hiding something." I stayed silent. She grinned. "I like that." I frowned. "¡­What?" She stretched lazily, then looked at the mana-filled clearing. "This place is a good meditation spot," she mused. "Didn''t expect to find someone else here." Then, she glanced at me. "You don''t seem surprised to see a Spirit Sorcerer." "I''ve read about them." "Reading about us and meeting one are two different things," she said, tilting her head. Her red eyes flickered with curiosity. "Let''s make a deal." I narrowed my eyes. "What kind of deal?" Selene smirked. "You answer a few of my questions¡­ and in return, I''ll answer yours." ¡­Interesting. --- To Be Continued¡­ The spirit sorcerers truth [Alden''s POV] Selene Astraea. In the game''s lore, she was a natural awakened, meaning she didn''t need a ritual or external aid to form her first contract. Most spirit sorcerers had to undergo rigorous training, searching for years just to form a connection with a minor spirit. But Selene? She was born different. At the age of ten, she had already formed a contract with Luna, a spirit of light. By the time she was fourteen, she had bonded with two more spirits, a feat even high-ranking sorcerers struggled to achieve. She was a genius in the purest sense. Yet¡­ Her personality was different from what most people expected. --- In public, Selene acted bold¡ªconfident, playful, and sometimes even a little arrogant. She spoke without hesitation. She acted like nothing could shake her. But in the game, when players saw her real self, it was different. She was kind. Too kind. She wanted to help people, protect those weaker than her, and prevent unnecessary suffering. She hid her compassion behind a mask of confidence because she didn''t want people to take advantage of her. And most importantly¡­If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. She hated being powerless. Even in the game, Selene''s story was tied to her struggle. Her greatest fear wasn''t losing a fight. It was failing to save someone when she had the power to do so. And now, she was standing in front of me, pretending like she wasn''t someone who would throw herself into danger for the sake of others. A walking contradiction. I sighed. "Alright. Ask your questions." --- Selene''s eyes sparkled with interest. "Really? Just like that?" "You wouldn''t stop until I said yes, would you?" She grinned. "Smart man. Okay, first question¡­" She pointed at me. "Why does your mana feel different?" I expected that. "Because I have a unique ability," I replied vaguely. "It changes how my mana flows." Selene narrowed her eyes. "That''s the most suspicious non-answer I''ve ever heard." I shrugged. "Your turn to answer a question." She sighed. "Fine, fine. Go ahead." I thought for a moment. "Why are you really here?" Selene paused, then smiled. "I could say it''s because I sensed something interesting, but¡­ the truth?" She looked up at the sky. "I come here to clear my mind. When my thoughts get too loud, meditation helps." I watched her for a moment. That¡­ wasn''t a lie. It fit with what I knew about her. Selene wasn''t someone who liked staying in one place too long. She needed movement, action¡ªsomething to focus on. And now that I thought about it¡­ She was alone. --- An Isolated Genius Most geniuses in the academy were surrounded by followers. Connections, allies, people who wanted to use them or befriend them. But Selene? Except few friends, She had no one. She was strong, respected, but not close to anyone. In the game, players could change that. She was one of the few characters who, despite her talent, never had a strong faction backing her. I frowned slightly. "Second question," Selene said, snapping me out of my thoughts. She stepped closer, studying my face. "Why don''t you seem surprised to meet a second-year in the forest?" I raised an eyebrow. "Should I be?" She smirked. "Most first-years would freak out. Either because they''d be scared of me, or because they''d try to impress me." I chuckled. "I guess I''m not most first-years." Selene''s smirk widened. "You really aren''t." For a moment, she just watched me. Then, she sighed. "Alright, your turn." I hesitated before asking, "Why do you act so confident all the time?" Selene blinked. She stared at me for a long second. Then, she laughed. It wasn''t fake or forced¡ªit was genuine amusement. "Wow," she said, shaking her head. "You don''t hold back, do you?" I didn''t answer. Selene''s expression softened slightly. "Confidence is easier than doubt," she finally said. That was all she gave me. But that single sentence told me a lot. She wasn''t fearless. She wasn''t as untouchable as she pretended to be. She just refused to show it. --- For a while, we sat in silence. Selene hummed a small tune, playing with the floating wisp near her shoulder. I leaned back against a tree, closing my eyes. It was¡­ peaceful. Then, she suddenly stood up. "Well, I should go before people start wondering where I am." I nodded. "See you around, then." Selene grinned. "Oh, you''ll definitely see me again." Her red eyes glowed slightly. "You''re interesting, Alden Blackwood." And with that, she turned and walked away, vanishing into the trees. I exhaled, rubbing my temples. Great. Now I had a spirit sorcerer interested in me. And somehow, I had a feeling this wasn''t going to be the last time we met. To Be Continued¡­ A new day begins [Alden''s POV] The sound of my alarm echoed through the room. I groaned, reluctantly pulling myself out of bed. After two weeks of absolute chaos¡ªincluding an underground auction, demon worshippers, and barely escaping with my life¡ªit was time to return to class. "Ugh¡­ I hate mornings." "Then stay in bed. Sleep forever. Become one with the mattress," Kurenai, my sword, muttered from its resting place against the wall. "Master, ignore the lazy sword. You must start the day strong!" Shiranui, my fox companion, chimed in. I sighed. "You two really are complete opposites." Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stood up and stretched, feeling the lingering soreness from overusing Kamui. The past two weeks had been intense, and today would be my first "normal" day in a while. --- I freshened up, taking a quick shower before stepping out in a loose black T-shirt and sweatpants. "So, what''s for breakfast?" Shiranui asked, hopping onto the counter as I walked into the kitchen. "Something simple," I replied, opening the fridge. Inside, I found eggs, bread, some vegetables, and meat. Perfect. Now, one would wonder¡ªhow does someone like me, who spent his past life bedridden and his current life as a noble, know how to cook? Well¡­ I cheated. --- When I first transmigrated, cooking was one of the biggest struggles. I could fight, strategize, and even wield a sword, but making a simple meal? Impossible. Then, I had a brilliant idea. I pulled up cooking tutorial videos on my phone, activated my Eclipse vision, and copied every movement the chefs made. That''s right.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Thanks to the Eclipse vision ability to memorize and replicate anything I saw, I instantly became a five-star chef. "Alright, let''s make something quick." With precise movements, I cracked the eggs, chopped some vegetables, and started making an omelet while toasting the bread and searing the meat. Within fifteen minutes, I had prepared a perfectly plated breakfast. Golden-brown toast, soft and fluffy omelet with melted cheese, and well-seasoned meat on the side. "Master, you should open a restaurant," Shiranui said, sniffing the food. "Ridiculous. He should open a swordsmanship dojo instead," Kurenai argued. "I should do neither," I deadpanned, sitting down to eat. -- As I took my first bite, I closed my eyes in satisfaction. Perfect. Who would''ve thought that a sickly guy from another world and a pampered noble would end up mastering cooking like this? Shiranui, tail wagging, watched me expectantly. I sighed, cutting a small piece of meat and placing it on a separate plate. "There, but only a little." "Hehe, thanks!" The little fox happily started eating. Kurenai, meanwhile, stayed silent. "Tch. I miss the days when I was wielded by a warlord. Now, I''m stuck watching you cook." "Deal with it," I muttered, taking another bite. As much as I hated to admit it, this moment of peace was rare. And with classes starting again today¡­ I had no doubt that trouble was just around the corner. --- The academy halls were as lively as ever. Students hurried to their respective classes, chatting about their experiences during the break. Some were excited, some groaned about returning, while others simply moved with the flow. I walked through the corridors, my footsteps light but steady. Two weeks had passed since I last attended class, and in that time, I had nearly died multiple times, gotten caught up in underground chaos, and barely managed to recover. Now, I was back, as if nothing had happened. "Master, you seem¡­ strangely at ease," Shiranui whispered from my shoulder, her small form hidden beneath my cloak. "Yes, despite almost dying, you walk in here like it was just another day," Kurenai remarked. "It is just another day," I muttered, pushing open the doors to the classroom. --- The moment I stepped inside, I was met with a familiar sight¡ªthe so-called elite of the academy''s S-Class, scattered across the room, engaged in their own conversations. It had been a while since I saw them all together. I walked to my usual seat at the back, quietly observing. Leonhardt Valerian¡ªthe protagonist himself¡ªstood in the center of a small group. His dark brown hair was slightly messier than before, and his emerald-green eyes carried their usual sharpness. He spoke animatedly with Alicia von Rosenheim, who, as always, radiated confidence. Her flaming red hair and golden eyes made her stand out, and she seemed to be recounting something amusing. Meanwhile, Seraphina Everfrost sat nearby, her silver hair and piercing ice-blue eyes making her presence feel cold as ever. She wasn''t talking much, merely listening. Across from them, Reynard Faulkner, the illusionist and assassination specialist, leaned against a desk, his fox-like golden eyes gleaming mischievously. His messy black hair gave him his usual troublemaker look. Beside him, Luca Ashenpaw, the beastkin, grinned, flashing his sharp canines as he spoke with Sylvara Nightwhisper, the elven prodigy with dark green hair and emerald eyes. And then there was Elena Brightwind, the Saintess Candidate, her blonde hair glowing under the lights as she smiled warmly at the group. Despite their diverse backgrounds and personalities, these people would eventually become the strongest individuals of this generation. Right now, however, they were just students. I remained silent, merely listening in. Alicia smirked. "I''m telling you, that dungeon was way harder than expected. I had to fight a whole swarm of shadow wraiths." Leonhardt chuckled. "And let me guess, you overdid it again?" Alicia crossed her arms. "I handled it just fine." Reynard snickered. "She probably burned the whole place down." Alicia shot him a glare. Meanwhile, Luca was bragging about hunting a rare mana beast in the mountains. "It took me a full day, but in the end, I took it down alone." Sylvara raised an eyebrow. "Alone? No backup?" Luca puffed out his chest. "None needed." Seraphina, who had been silent, finally spoke, her voice cool and emotionless. "Did you confirm it was the actual beast? Or did you kill something weaker thinking it was rare?" Luca blinked. "¡­" Silence. Alicia burst out laughing. "Oh, that''s brutal." Elena giggled softly, while Reynard smirked. "So, you might''ve just spent a whole day hunting something useless?" Luca groaned. "Shut up." I leaned back in my chair, watching them interact. It was strange. In the game, I had only ever seen them through the lens of the protagonist''s journey. But here, they were just¡­ normal students. For now. "Master, why not join them?" Shiranui whispered. "No point," I replied mentally. I wasn''t here to make friends. I was here to survive. And after what happened in the underground auction, I knew that survival would only get harder from here. To Be Continued¡­ The arrived of instructor The classroom door slammed open with a force that startled everyone inside. The atmosphere instantly shifted, as if the very air had thickened with the arrival of someone powerful. All eyes turned toward the entrance, where a towering figure stood, his presence commanding immediate attention. --- Instructor Reinhardt. He was a man who seemed to be carved from stone¡ªgraying hair, a jagged scar running down his left cheek, and eyes that radiated cold, unwavering authority. His broad frame and intimidating posture made it clear that he was no ordinary instructor. The aura surrounding him exuded dominance, and his every step seemed to shake the very ground beneath him. Once, he had been an S-Rank Knight, a warrior who had reached the peak of combat. Now, his role had shifted to that of an instructor, but his legendary reputation still followed him like a shadow. "Everyone, silence," he commanded with a voice that could silence the room with a single word. There was no need for any further prompting. Everyone snapped to attention, the tension in the air palpable. Even the more casual students, usually immune to authority, couldn''t help but feel the weight of his presence. --- Instructor Reinhardt began speaking, his tone low and serious, reflecting the gravity of the situation. "I''m sure you''re all aware of the recent attack by the demon worshipers." His eyes scanned the room as if he could see through everyone, judging their reactions. "You may have heard the rumors, but the truth is that we lost several students during that event. The academy, in its wisdom, has decided that such events are not to be tolerated. We will no longer allow weakness to exist within these walls." A heavy silence followed his words. It wasn''t just the usual talk of training hard; Reinhardt''s words cut deeper, reminding everyone that failure or hesitation would result in consequences¡ªreal consequences. His piercing gaze fell on the class. "From now on, I''ll be your homeroom instructor. Not just for the theory lessons but for everything. And I can assure you, it will be far more than your regular classes. If you think you''ve been through tough training before, you haven''t seen anything yet." --- A murmur passed through the room, a mix of excitement and apprehension. Reinhardt''s reputation was known to all, and there were no illusions here about the kind of teacher he would be. His past as a knight spoke volumes¡ªhe was someone who had been through hell and back, and he would expect no less from his students. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. "I''m not here to babysit anyone," he continued, his voice unwavering. "What I offer you is the chance to survive the next time the darkness comes knocking. And if you don''t want to die, you will follow my orders without question." --- The room was deathly quiet now, save for the heavy sound of breathing. Reinhardt gave a brief nod, as if satisfied with the effect his words had on everyone. "Now," he said, "we''re heading to the training grounds. All of you, get up and follow me." --- The class hesitated for only a moment before everyone began to gather their things. There was no room for defiance. Under Reinhardt''s watchful eye, everyone quickly filed out of the classroom and into the hallway. --- As we walked, I felt the pressure in the air grow thicker. This wasn''t going to be a typical training session. Reinhardt wasn''t the kind of person to waste time on trivial exercises¡ªthis would be about survival, pure and simple. The corridors leading to the training grounds felt longer than usual, but it wasn''t the distance that made them feel this way. It was the sense that something big was coming. I glanced around at the others. Some of them were nervous, others just resigned to the fact that they would have to give everything they had. I, however, felt a quiet determination rise within me. This was no longer just about survival. It was about strength. --- Instructor Reinhardt was a former S-Rank Knight, and now he was going to be our teacher. His methods would be brutal, but they would also be the fastest way for us to grow stronger. We reached the training grounds, a large open space surrounded by tall stone walls, with various obstacles and challenges scattered across the area. "Alright, let''s get started," Reinhardt barked, his voice booming in the vast space. --- "Your first task is simple," Reinhardt said as he surveyed the class. "You will fight. And I will judge how well you fight." The training grounds stretched wide before us, a vast expanse of dirt, stone, and training dummies worn down from years of relentless use. Towering walls surrounded the area, giving it a gladiatorial feel, as if stepping inside meant stepping onto a battlefield. Instructor Reinhardt stood before us, arms crossed, his gaze sharp as a blade. The way he carried himself was enough to tell us that he didn''t tolerate weakness. "Listen up." His voice carried across the field, unwavering and absolute. "You''ve had your holidays, but reality doesn''t care for your rest. After the recent attack, the academy has decided to intensify your training. If you cannot keep up, you might as well leave now." Nobody moved. No one would dare. A smirk tugged at Reinhardt''s lips, though it held no warmth. "Good. Then let''s see just how much of your so-called talent actually holds up in combat." He lifted his hand, and in response, several figures stepped forward from the sidelines. At first glance, they looked like students, but something was¡­off. Their movements were too refined, their posture too disciplined. "These are your seniors," Reinhardt explained. "Third-year students who are leagues ahead of you in combat experience. Your first task? Survive against them." Murmurs spread through the group. Some students looked confident. Others¡­less so. I remained silent, my black eyes watching the upperclassmen carefully. Their mana signatures were stronger, steadier. This wasn''t going to be a simple spar. "Instructor," Leonhardt, the protagonist, spoke up. "Are we fighting them individually, or¡­?" "You''ll be in pairs," Reinhardt answered. "I''ll be selecting them." That got a reaction. Pair battles were different from solo fights. Coordination, adaptability, and awareness would be crucial. Without hesitation, Reinhardt started calling out names. "Alicia von Rosenheim, you''re with Reynard Faulkner." Seraphina Everfrost was paired with Sylvara Nightwhisper. Luca Ashenpaw with Elena Brightwind. Leonhardt Valerian¡­paired with a beastkin upperclassman. Then, finally¡ª "Alden Blackwood." I glanced up as Reinhardt''s gaze locked onto mine. A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face before he continued. "You''ll be fighting alone." The air grew heavy. Several students turned to look at me, some surprised, others intrigued. I didn''t react outwardly, but inwardly, I understood the reasoning. They still underestimate me. My rank was still in acadmy records officially F+, despite my rapid growth. He wanted to test if I could even keep up. Or maybe, he wanted to see how I would survive. Reinhardt gestured, and one of the upperclassmen stepped forward. He was tall, muscular, with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes. The way he carried himself screamed confidence, as if the idea of losing wasn''t even a possibility in his mind. "I''ll be your opponent," he said, cracking his knuckles. "Try not to break too easily, kid." I met his gaze, my expression unreadable. This will be interesting. Reinhardt clapped his hands. "Enough talking. Get into position." The trial had begun. ¡ª To Be Continued...