《ENIGMA》


 Chapter 1 The Timekeepers

    In a quiet forest, a lone figure lay motionless on the ground¡ªMixarnt, a Timekeeper tasked with aiding the world''s destined heroine. His mission was simple: protect her, stand by her side, and be her beacon of hope in times of darkness. "What happened? Ah¡­ I¡¯m dying¡­" Mixarnt thought, his mind hazy. He could not speak, his body unresponsive, the pain overwhelming. He tried to move but couldn''t. Even screaming was beyond him. "That¡¯s right¡­ another anomaly¡­ or was it three? Aelrie and I were attacked¡­ They pierced her heart, and when I tried to catch her, I was struck from behind. My body¡­ it''s probably riddled with wounds..." As his thoughts faded, so did his life. His body dissolved into shimmering particles of light, vanishing into nothingness.


    In a vast structure suspended between space and time, countless Timekeepers resided. They shared identical faces¡ªboth men and women¡ªdifferentiated only by their hairstyles, hair colors, eye colors, and personalities.


    At the very top, in a grand penthouse office, sat Xarnt¡ªthe leader of the Timekeepers. Some called him Godxarnt, but he preferred "Boss" or simply "Xarnt." He never considered himself a god, for he knew he could still die. However, his unparalleled achievements and leadership earned him the reverence of deities across multiple universes¡ªmuch to his exhaustion.


    "Hm? Another one of us died again?" Xarnt muttered, his expression twisting in frustration as he sensed Mixarnt''s soul returning to the Timekeepers'' domain.


    Long ago, the title "Timekeeper" belonged solely to Xarnt. However, as he took on the responsibility of overseeing countless universes, he realized his own limitations¡ªhe could only intervene in a fraction of them. To remedy this, he shattered his soul into a thousand fragments, creating an army of Timekeepers to aid him. Despite being pieces of his essence, each one developed a unique personality of their own.


    "Mixarnt of Universe F01, huh?" Xarnt mused, his voice calm. Resting his hand on his chin, he closed his eyes and delved into Mixarnt''s memories, watching the final moments of his fallen fragment.


    As Xarnt watched Mixarnt''s memories, he saw that his fragment had done well¡ªbut the sudden appearance of anomalies had changed everything. Even before Mixarnt was ambushed by three of them, he had already fought several during his journey with Aeriel. Their deaths caused a ripple effect, altering the timeline of Universe F01 and leading to the downfall of its gods.


    "Sigh... This is the problem. Those bastards need to be erased," Xarnt muttered, his expression darkening.


    He understood all too well why these beings were called anomalies¡ªthey had the power to disrupt the flow of time by targeting and eliminating the destined hero or heroine of a world under a Timekeeper¡¯s watch. Unlike stable universes that required no intervention, the worlds assigned to Timekeepers were inherently fragile. If left unchecked, these disruptions could bring catastrophic consequences.


    "Boss, you look serious," Luxirial, Xarnt¡¯s secretary, remarked while organizing his schedule. She had noticed that he had stopped working on his paperwork, deep in thought.


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    "Ah, well, one of you guys died again¡ªthis time to an anomaly," Xarnt replied casually, letting out a yawn. "It wasn¡¯t due to negligence, but because there were too many of them. Universe F01 is gone now." There was nothing he could do at this point except retrieve the souls trapped in the Time Stream.


    "Hmmm¡­ I see. So, you¡¯ll be soul-gathering in the Time Stream again," Luxirial said with curiosity. "Boss, if I may ask, what exactly is the Time Stream? Unlike you, we fragments don¡¯t have the authority or ability to retrieve souls. Also, why does a universe and its gods vanish just because an anomaly succeeds in killing the hero or heroine? A universe has multiple worlds¡ªhow can the fall of a single world affect all the others?"


    Xarnt sighed, rubbing his temples. He had never bothered explaining the complexities of his work to his fragments, assuming they understood. But hearing Luxirial¡¯s questions made him realize they didn¡¯t. His expression tightened in frustration.


    "Alright, let me break it down for you, Luxirial," Xarnt said with a sigh.


    "In every universe, all worlds are connected by the Threads of Time. The gods of a universe create these worlds simultaneously, and each world has its own natural timeline for when it will end. Even if a god decides to destroy a world on a whim, the Threads of Time remain unaffected. However, that¡¯s where anomalies come in. These beings have the power to disrupt those threads. Now, you might wonder why anomalies don¡¯t just attack random worlds. The reason is that each universe has one main world¡ªthe core that anchors its timeline. If the hero or heroine of that world strays too far from their intended path, the anchor weakens. This isn¡¯t an issue if the world ends naturally, as the Threads of Time remain intact. But if an anomaly destroys that world, or if its hero or heroine dies unnaturally, the Thread of Time collapses, causing the entire universe to unravel. This also affects its gods because their creations are tied to their divinity and soul.


    As Timekeepers, our job is to stabilize these main worlds, so they become self-sufficient. Once a world reaches that point, it achieves a perfect past, present, and future, making it immune to time disruptions."


    Xarnt rubbed his temples. Explaining time mechanics always gave him a headache. It was already complicated to understand, let alone simplify for someone else.


    "Now, about the Time Stream¡ªthink of it like a river," Xarnt began. "This is where the souls of those who died due to time disruptions end up. In the past, it was rare for a soul to appear there¡ªmaybe one or two every 100,000 years. But ever since anomalies started interfering, I''ve had to compress the Time Stream, extract the souls, and store them in Time Orbs."


    Luxirial blinked, her mind struggling to process the image of Xarnt literally squeezing a river like a wet cloth before hanging it to dry.


    "As you can see," Xarnt gestured around the room, "I have ten Time Orbs here. Each one holds the souls from a destroyed universe. Don''t worry¡ªthey''re suspended in time, so they won¡¯t deteriorate. The real problem is finding a universe willing to adopt these souls. Most gods refuse because adding too many souls would overpopulate their worlds. Technically, I could create a new world myself, since I have the authority, but world creation is complicated and time-consuming, and I already have my hands full as a Timekeeper."


    Xarnt stood up.


    "Where are you going, Boss?" Luxirial asked.


    "To a universe where those damn anomalies are hiding."


    "But¡ª! We aren¡¯t allowed to interfere, especially you! You can''t just ignore the rules set by that universe¡¯s gods!" Luxirial protested, panic creeping into her voice.


    Xarnt chuckled, flashing a mischievous grin. "Who said anything about breaking the rules? Don''t worry¡ªI have a plan."


    With that, he strode out of his office.

 Chapter 2 Conversation With The Absolute Gods

    In a realm beyond the celestial plane, where elder dragons and absolute gods of the abyss gather, a lone figure appeared among them.


    "Hey, everyone. Yawn..." Xarnt says casually. Unlike the others, he is neither a god nor a dragon¡ªjust a human. Yet, he surpasses even the absolute gods and dragons in power, known throughout existence as the Timekeeper.


    The gathered deities watched Xarnt in a mix of awe, fear, and disbelief. This was the first time he had appeared in their universe, and none of them knew who he was. No mere human had ever dared to speak to them so casually, let alone radiate such authority. "Timekeeper?" The title meant nothing to them, yet the sheer power emanating from him left even the strongest among them silent.


    Elder Dragon Zephyr, her iridescent scales shimmering, was the first to speak. ¡°Mortal, we are eternal gods, creators and destroyers of worlds. Your boldness is¡­ intriguing.¡± Her voice echoed like distant thunder.


    Absolute God Arcturus, leaned forward, his gaze burning like collapsing stars. ¡°Tell me, Timekeeper, what power do you possess that demands our respect?¡± His voice carried the weight of the universe itself.


    "Unlike you, I''m currently managing over 600 universes, while you only govern this one," Xarnt said casually. "But that''s not why I''m here. There are 12 anomalies¡ªirregular beings¡ªlurking somewhere beyond the Abyssline, likely on the continents. I still can''t believe you gods merged 3,000 worlds into a single massive planet, with each continent the size of an entire world¡­ but whatever."


    He leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "These anomalies exist only to destroy, and I intend to eliminate them. However, I know you won¡¯t allow me to interfere directly in your 3,000-continental world, so I plan to send an agent. His strength is just below the irregulars, and I need your help."


    Xarnt then grinned, shrugging. "I may be a powerful, but that doesn¡¯t mean I can just ignore your rules. So, I¡¯m here to¡­ what do you call it? Oh yeah¡ªask for permission. Lol."


    The gathered gods exchanged stunned glances at Xarnt¡¯s revelation. Controlling 600 universes? Even for divine beings accustomed to cosmic scales, the idea was hard to grasp. However, the mention of "Anomalies"¡ªdestructive entities capable of crossing realms¡ªstruck a nerve, threatening the very order they upheld.


    Arcturus stroked his chin, his usual confidence tinged with unease. "If these anomalies truly exist, they pose a grave danger. Should they escape our cosmos, the balance of creation itself could be shattered."


    Zephyr''s eyes darkened, her shimmering scales shifting to a deep, ominous indigo. "Yet allowing a Timekeeper¡¯s agent to interfere in our world¡­ That borders on an invasion. It defies our ancient pact to govern this universe without external influence."


    Xarnt saw no need to explain the true nature of anomalies to the deities¡ªthey would likely panic if they knew. Fortunately, this universe had a compressed world structure, making it difficult for anomalies to pinpoint the anchor continent. The interconnected continents would naturally stabilize the main world over time.


    However, this also meant the anomalies were likely using this world as a base, knowing that the universe¡¯s absolute gods would prevent Xarnt from interfering directly.


    "Don''t worry," Xarnt reassured them. "The Timekeeper I will send will be reincarnated to fit within your world. I''ve also removed his Timekeeper abilities. He will be reborn under the blessing of the Absolute Goddess of Reincarnation."


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    He crossed his arms and continued, "Only we can deal with these anomalies. I know you have a rule against interfering with the world, so consider this a favor¡ªI''m offering to remove them for you."


    "As for the Timekeeper I¡¯m sending, you don¡¯t need to worry about his mindset. To put it simply, my soul is split into a thousand pieces to manage different universes, but I alone am the strongest since I am the original, rather, the main body." Xarnt explained.


    The pantheon watched Xarnt with a mix of awe and unease, struggling to comprehend the vastness of his power and the weight of his words. The idea of a single being existing across multiple realms and governing countless universes was beyond their understanding.


    High Priestess Luminara, the Absolute Goddess of Reincarnation, stepped forward, her radiant robes shimmering with divine energy. "You intend to send a fragment of yourself, stripped of its omnipotence, to be reborn in our world? Such a sacrifice would prove your dedication to protecting this realm."


    Celestius, the Absolute Emperor God and ruler of the celestial host, voiced his skepticism. "Even if this ''agent'' is bound by the Goddess of Reincarnation, can we truly trust that it will not disrupt our authority or disturb the world''s balance?"


    Xarnt met their stares with unwavering confidence, his smile unshaken.


    "Of course! Haha, they''re my agents¡ªif they mess up, I''ll know immediately. Our souls are connected," Xarnt said with a grin. "Like I mentioned, my soul is split into a thousand shards, so I can always tell if one of them is slacking off." Then, flashing a playful smile, he turned to Luminara. "Oh, by the way, how about a date, Luminara?" he asked smoothly. "A coffee date would be nice, lol," he added with a chuckle.


    The cosmos fell into silence as Xarnt¡¯s unexpected flirtation lingered in the air. The pantheon exchanged stunned glances, uncertain how to respond to such boldness from a mere mortal. High Priestess Luminara¡¯s surprise quickly gave way to amusement, her eyes shimmering with mirth.


    She chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the chamber. "Ah, Xarnt, you are certainly daring. But as a divine being, I am forbidden from romantic entanglements with mortals, no matter how charming they may be."


    Emperor Celestius cleared his throat, eager to refocus the discussion. "While we acknowledge your... unique approach, Xarnt, the matter at hand remains unresolved. We must deliberate further on whether to grant your request. Present your case, and perhaps we shall reconsider."


    "Grant my request, Celestius. I have other universes to handle, and this issue needs to be resolved," Xarnt said, rubbing his brow in frustration. "I''m not even joking, and you don¡¯t have to help him directly¡ªjust make sure he doesn¡¯t die."


    He sighed before continuing, "Based on multiple timelines and future projections, he¡¯ll complete this mission in a few years. All I ask is that you reincarnate him as one of the ''Ancients,'' the race that went extinct in your world. Since Ancients only truly die after fulfilling their purpose, he¡¯ll have the best chance of succeeding."


    Emperor Celestius studied Xarnt carefully, his celestial eyes narrowing in contemplation. The request was bold granting an extinct race¡¯s power to a mere agent in exchange for vague assurances about multiversal balance. Yet, Xarnt¡¯s unwavering confidence and the sheer scale of his claim made it difficult to dismiss outright.


    Leaning back in his throne, Celestius steepled his fingers before finally speaking. ¡°Very well, Timekeeper. We shall grant your agent the blessing of the Ancients as requested. However, their survival and success are not guaranteed¡ªthe path ahead is treacherous, and they must prove themselves worthy of our aid.¡±


    Turning to the gathered deities, Celestius declared, ¡°Pantheon, heed my decree. Bestow the blessing of the Ancients upon this reincarnated soul as a gesture of goodwill. May their trials be swift and their victories echo across the world.¡±


    The divine assembly nodded in agreement, and celestial energies swirled around Xarnt, channeling the extinct race¡¯s power into the chosen vessel. As he felt the surge of ancient strength course through his being, Xarnt directed the energy to one of his soul fragments, sending it into the vast world below. Straightening with renewed confidence, he smirked. ¡°Much appreciated, Celestius. If ever you need a favor in return, you know where to find me.¡±


    "Ah, right! Luminara, I heard you''re having trouble with one of your worlds," Xarnt said casually. "As a gesture of goodwill, I don¡¯t mind reincarnating there to fix the issue for you. However, I want you to also reincarnate three of my agents into that world and grant them your blessing. As for me, no need for a blessing¡ªI¡¯ll manage just fine." He then turned his gaze toward Zephyr, Arcturus, and Celestius. "Come to me, Enigma," Xarnt commanded, summoning a spirit weapon. The blade, black yet glowing with radiant energy, pulsed with the combined essence of space and radiance. Without hesitation, he tossed it toward a distant continent, aiming for a great World Tree.


    "World Tree of that land, please deliver this to my agent," Xarnt instructed. "Your fates will intertwine, and he won¡¯t remember ever being a Timekeeper. Oh, and one more thing¡ªdon¡¯t tell him this sword came from me, lol."


    The ancient World Tree sensed the Timekeeper¡¯s essence and extended a branch to receive the spirit weapon.


    A soft breeze carried its whisper. ¡°Fates entwined; paths aligned. As the Timekeeper decrees, this blade shall find its destined wielder¡ªan agent unaware of the vast cosmos.¡±


    Xarnt turned to High Priestess Luminara, awaiting her response from his inquiry, but that is a tale for another time. Now begins the story of the Timekeeper¡¯s agent¡ªan enigma reborn into a world of 3,000 continents and an abyssline stretching into the cosmos¡­ A soul reincarnated as Mixarnt.

 Chapter 3 The Child Loved By Mana

    In a strange world, a baby awakens alone in the underbrush. Nearby, a doe and her fawn drink from a brook, their presence the only sign of life. The air is thick with the scent of moss and damp earth¡ªthere is no sign of civilization. A deep, primal fear grips the infant.


    He whimpers, lifting his tiny head from the mossy ground. His vision is blurred, the towering trees around him mere shadows. Panic sets in, and he begins to cry, realizing he is alone and helpless. A soft breeze stirs the leaves, carrying a faint melody¡ªlike distant chimes from a clock tower, eerily out of place. Tears roll down his cheeks, stirred by a memory he cannot yet grasp.


    Fantasia, an elf, hears the baby''s cries and gently picks him up, cradling him in her arms. She soothes him with soft coos and a gentle rocking motion. "Shh, little one, you''re safe now," she whispers, running her fingers through his wispy black hair and tracing his delicate features. Her eyes widen as she notices the glowing markings on his tiny body¡ªintricate patterns pulsing faintly in rhythm with his cries, as if reacting to his emotions.


    "Elder..." she murmurs. The Elder nods, and together, they return to their peaceful elven village. As they approach the World Tree, the other elves gather, watching with curiosity and reverence.


    "Mother Tree, as you foretold, we have found the child," the Elder says, presenting the infant.


    The World Tree''s voice resonates gently through the air. "Listen, my children. He is the prophesied one, the child beloved by Mana. His name shall be Mixarnt."


    Fantasia gazed up at the towering World Tree, its emerald canopy shimmering with divine energy. The pulsing glow she had sensed around Mixarnt earlier now made sense¡ªit was Mana itself, reacting to his presence.


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    The World Tree¡¯s voice resonated through the gathered elves, carrying an air of ancient wisdom. "Mixarnt... Yes, this child carries the essence of the Timekeeper, reborn to guide us toward a brighter future."


    A deep connection stirred within Fantasia, as if their fates were intertwined. She gently stroked the infant¡¯s soft hair, feeling the weight of responsibility settle upon her.


    "What will become of him?" she asked, her voice laced with concern and curiosity.


    "For now, he will live among us and learn the ways of the elves," the World Tree replied. "In time, his path will reveal itself, and he will embark on the journey destined for him."


    The Elder carefully placed Mixarnt into Fantasia¡¯s arms, entrusting her with his care. In her heart, she had long awaited the prophesied one, secretly hoping to one day stand by his side as more than just a guardian. A small smile played on her lips as she imagined shaping him into the man she envisioned.


    Noticing her expression, the Elder let out a weary sigh. "I''m slowly having second thoughts." he said with a worried expression as he might have made a wrong decision. "You will be his guide as he grows. As an elite elven mage with a deep connection to nature and animals, you are well-suited for the task."


    Fantasia¡¯s heart fluttered at the Elder¡¯s words, confirming her silent hopes. A soft smile graced her lips as she gazed into Mixarnt¡¯s innocent deep blue eyes, already imagining the strong and wise man he would one day become. The Elder¡¯s weary sigh only deepened her amusement.


    "I am honored to guide our prophesied hero, Elder," she said, her tone filled with confidence. "With your wisdom and my teachings, we shall shape Mixarnt into a great leader."


    As she carried the infant away, the rustling leaves and swaying branches seemed to bless their path. She hummed a gentle lullaby, cradling him close, lost in thoughts of the future. The Elder rubbed his temples, shaking his head. "That woman..." he muttered, knowing full well that Fantasia had already claimed the role for herself.


    Reaching her cottage on the village outskirts, Fantasia settled into a comfortable chair, holding Mixarnt securely in her arms. She traced the glowing patterns on his skin, watching as the Mana markings pulsed softly in response to her touch. "You¡¯re mine now, little one," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "And I will see to it that you grow into someone truly extraordinary." In this world, elven women can produce milk even without pregnancy using their mana, a trait unique to their kind. This was one reason the Mother Tree entrusted Mixarnt to Fantasia¡ªhoping the mischievous elf would learn responsibility and care through raising the child she had long awaited.


    Despite her playful nature, Fantasia¡¯s expression softens as she gazes down at the infant nestled in her arms. She gently strokes his soft hair, a rare tenderness in her touch. "You''ll grow strong with me." she murmurs, her voice soothing. As Mixarnt feeds, a deep bond begins to form¡ªone that will only grow stronger with time.

 Chapter 4 Nica and Mixarnt

    Over time, Fantasia transforms into a caring and devoted guardian, her once-playful nature replaced by gentle maternal warmth. She dedicates herself to raising Mixarnt, soothing his cries and teaching him about the natural world. The Elder and his wife provide guidance, supporting Fantasia in her journey through parenthood. Together, they ensure Mixarnt receives the love and care he needs to thrive.


    As Mixarnt grows, Fantasia feels proud watching him develop his natural abilities, especially his connection to Nature''s mana. Her love for him deepens, driven by her desire to nurture both his growth and his spirit.


    "Mixarnt! Let''s play!" called Nica, a beautiful elven princess with green hair and emerald eyes from Elvedoria kingdom. She often visited the village under the world tree where Mixarnt lived, and the two would play together.


    Amidst the verdant surroundings of the elven village, Mixarnt and Nica engage in a joyful game of tag, their laughter echoing through the leafy canopies. At five years old, the young companions move with carefree abandon, their giggles intermingling like the songs of woodland creatures. Fantasia observes from a distance, a contented smile on her face as she watches the budding romance blossom between her charge and the princess. Her own feelings for Mixarnt continue to evolve, a complex mix of maternal affection, fondness, and a deep-seated yearning for intimacy that she dares not acknowledge, at least not yet.


    As the sun begins to set, casting a warm orange glow across the landscape, Nica and Mixarnt tumble to the ground, exhausted from their play. The princess brushes a strand of emerald hair from her face, her emerald eyes sparkling with mirth. "Let''s rest now, Mixarnt."


    "Geez, you''re too rowdy for a princess, Nica." Mixarnt teased, making Nica giggle. Her older sister, Rose, who is 300 years old, watched over them nearby.


    "I''m glad the royal family doesn''t dislike Mixarnt. Honestly, it''s surprising how the elves of Elvedoria accepted him," Fantasia said to Rose. "Here in the World Tree Village, everyone adores him, but I didn''t expect Elvedoria, a kingdom known for disliking humans, to feel the same way." Rose chuckled softly as she watched Nica and Mixarnt rest and chat. "It''s truly fascinating, Fantasia. The royal family, especially my younger sister Nica, has grown so fond of Mixarnt. Perhaps it''s because of his unique blend of human and elven heritage."


    She paused; her emerald eyes thoughtful. "Or maybe there''s something deeper at work¡ªa need for harmony between races to maintain balance in the world." Fantasia listened closely, her thoughts racing. Could Mixarnt''s existence hold a greater purpose, one that transcends race and destiny? The idea sent a chill through her, filling her with both excitement and unease. "Well, he is the prophesied child, after all," Fantasia remarked. "And let''s not forget¡ªMother Tree would surely be displeased if the elves of Elvedoria ever harmed Mixarnt."


    Rose nodded thoughtfully. "True. Even we elves of Elvedoria recognize him as the prophesied child. To oppose him would be to defy Mother Tree herself, and that''s something we would never do." Her gaze softened as she watched Nica and Mixarnt share a heartfelt moment, sealing a promise to marry each other when they turn 18.


    Fantasia watches too, her expression a mask of nonchalance, as Nica and Mixarnt make their youthful promise. On the surface, it seems like just another game to the impressionable children. But beneath, Fantasia detects a depth of feeling that hints at a blossoming romance - and possibly more. As Rose''s words echo in her mind, Fantasia''s thoughts stray to her own unrequited longing for Mixarnt. Could it truly be fate''s design, for them to be entwined in ways both maternal and romantic? With a heavy sigh, she pushes these complex emotions aside for the time being, focusing instead on the immediate needs of the children. "It seems our little ones are getting quite close. I suppose it''s natural, given they spend so much time together."


    Fantasia turns her attention to Nica and Mixarnt, offering guidance as they play, ever mindful of her dual role as caretaker and guardian.


    "Hey hey, Nica. I will also marry big sis Fantasia when I grow up." Mixarnt said with a smile and Nica''s eyes sparkle, she doesn''t mind Mixarnt having multiple wives as long as she is part of it.


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    Fantasia gasped, nearly choking on air, completely caught off guard by Mixarnt''s words. Rose laughed heartily, aware of Fantasia''s long-standing dream of marrying the prophesied child.


    Adding to her surprise, Fantasia had always ensured that Mixarnt didn''t see her as a mother figure. Instead, Mixarnt regarded the World Tree as his mother. He often played among its branches and listened attentively to the stories it shared, forming a deep connection with the ancient tree.


    "Well now, isn''t that...interesting," Fantasia says with a forced laugh, trying to downplay the situation. "But let''s not worry about such things just yet, shall we? You''re still young, and there''s plenty of time for considerations like marriage."


    Internally, however, Fantasia''s mind whirls with conflicting emotions. Part of her is delighted by the prospect of a romantic future with the prophesied one, while another part worries about the complications such a relationship might bring. She decides to table the matter for now, focusing instead on nurturing Mixarnt''s growth and happiness.


    Time passed some more, Mixarnt and Nica grew closer, often playing together in the city of Elvedoria. The elves of Elvedoria adored Mixarnt and welcomed him warmly. They couldn''t bring themselves to dislike him¡ªhe was cherished by Nature''s Mana, regarded as the son of the World Tree, and raised with elven values. Surrounded by the warm embrace of elven society, Mixarnt and Nica embark on a new chapter of their childhood adventures. Their bond, forged in the innocence of youth, continues to deepen as they explore the wonders of the elven realm together.


    At nine years old, the young companions exhibit a precocious maturity, reflecting the influence of their respective upbringing. Mixarnt, with his innate affinity for Nature''s mana and his status as the son of the World Tree, moves with an air of playful confidence. Meanwhile, Princess Nica''s royal blood and elven values infuse her with poise and compassion.


    As they wander through the city''s bustling marketplace, the pair attract admiring glances from the elven populace. Many view Mixarnt as a symbol of hope and unity, a living testament to the harmony that can exist between humans and elves.


    "Hey, Nica! Let''s train in the forest¡ªI want to catch some fish!" Mixarnt said with a playful grin. His lively energy was contagious, and Nica smiled, nodding in agreement.


    "Okay, let''s go!" she replied, giggling. Mixarnt''s interest in fishing stemmed from his unique upbringing. While elves typically avoided consuming animals, Mixarnt, as a human raised under the guidance of the World Tree, had learned to appreciate the taste of meat. Though he never harmed animals himself, he didn''t mind eating meat when served. As for fish, the elves were more accepting, as they aligned more with the ocean''s blue mana, contrasting their deep connection to nature''s green mana.


    As Nica and Mixarnt venture into the enchanted forests surrounding Elvedoria, the air is alive with the songs of mythical birds and the soft rustling of leaves. The prophesied boy and the elven princess weave through the foliage with ease, their footsteps silent on the dew-kissed underbrush.


    Their destination lies beside a crystal-clear river, where the water''s tranquil surface reflects the vibrant greens and blues of the forest. With practiced grace, Mixarnt removes a shortbow and quiver from his backpack, while Nica pulls out a fishing rod adorned with delicate, glowing runes.


    As they set up their stations, a gentle breeze carries the scent of blooming wildflowers, mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. Mixarnt''s eyes shine with anticipation, his smile widening at the prospect of reeling in a prized catch.


    With a few quick strides, he joins Nica by the river''s edge.


    "Nica, no matter how much I train with a bow, I just can''t get the hang of it." Mixarnt admitted with a grin. "Elves are naturally gifted with bow mastery from birth¡ªunlike humans. But you know what? I like swords better!"


    With that, he tossed his bow aside and began crafting a wooden sword. In just five minutes, he had shaped a simple yet sturdy weapon, his grin widening with satisfaction.


    Nica watches in amazement as Mixarnt effortlessly crafts a sturdy wooden sword, his deft fingers shaping the wood with precision. "Wow, Mixarnt, you''re incredibly skilled with your hands!" she exclaims, impressed by his dexterity and resourcefulness.


    The elven princess picks up her fishing rod, and as she casts her line into the river, she smiles at Mixarnt. "Perhaps swordsmanship will be your specialty, after all, the World Tree has blessed you with unique talents!"


    As the afternoon sun filters through the canopy above, painting the forest floor in dappled hues of gold and green, the sound of splashing water and gentle fishing line vibrations fill the air. Nica and Mixarnt share a moment of peaceful companionship, their laughter carrying on the breeze as they indulge in their favorite pastimes.


    Later, Mixarnt bid farewell to Nica as he headed back to the World Tree Village, while Nica was escorted by her bodyguards to Elvedoria.


    As Mixarnt walked, his thoughts wandered to Nica''s words about being blessed with abilities by the World Tree. He chuckled awkwardly to himself because, in truth, Mother Tree hadn''t bestowed any special abilities upon him. She had once considered gifting him a fairy companion, but the fairies themselves disliked Mixarnt.


    Frustrated, the Mother Tree even contemplated discussing the matter with her friend, the Fairy Queen. However, Mixarnt quickly intervened, not wanting to strain the bond between the Mother Tree and the Fairy Queen, especially since they shared a deep friendship.


    As he approaches the outskirts of World Tree Village, the sight of familiar homes and the warm glow emanating from within brings a sense of comfort and belonging. Mixarnt''s thoughts shift to Nica, and the delightful memories of their recent forest escapades.

 Chapter 5 A Visit From The World Tree

    "Elder Timothy, Auntie Leafa, I''m hungry." Mixarnt said as he stepped into the elder''s house. With Fantasia away for a few years, Timothy had taken on the responsibility of caring for the 9-year-old boy.


    Timothy couldn''t forget the way Fantasia had glared at him before leaving, her eyes practically demanding he take good care of Mixarnt during her 10-year absence. The memory always brought a chuckle¡ªit was a comical yet heartfelt moment.


    He looks up from the pot of stew simmering over the hearth fire, a warm smile spreading across his features. "Ah, welcome back, Mixarnt! Come sit, let me feed you before the evening chill sets in," he says, gesturing to a cozy corner near the crackling flames.


    Mixarnt plops himself down onto the plush cushions, his stomach growling in anticipation as the tantalizing aroma of the stew wafts toward him. Elder Timothy ladles generous portions into three wooden bowls and passes one to the boy.


    As they dine in comfortable silence, Mixarnt''s mind occasionally wanders back to Fantasia and the care she provided during her tenure. He cherishes the memories of their playful times together, knowing that she left behind a piece of herself in nurturing his development.


    When he finishes his meal, Mixarnt leans back, content and slightly lethargic from the satisfying meal.


    "Elder, why do the elves in this village under the World Tree eat meat, while in Elvedoria they don''t? They only eat fish, vegetables and fruits, but here we eat animal meat," Mixarnt asked curiously.


    The elder smiled and explained, "The World Tree taught us to eat animal meat and hunt to avoid naivety. It wanted us to understand the cycle of life¡ªthe natural order that connects all living beings."


    He leans forward, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "The World Tree teaches us to respect all aspects of nature, from the majestic beasts roaming the forests to the humblest insects crawling upon the leaf litter. By embracing a balanced diet that includes both plant-based foods and occasional consumption of meat, we maintain a vital connection to the land and its creatures."


    Timothy''s gaze softens as he continues, "This understanding allows us to appreciate the intricate web of life, acknowledging the role every being plays in the grand tapestry of existence."


    Timothy continues to explain that unlike the elves in the World Tree Village, those in Elvedoria were mostly raised by their parents without the World Tree''s guidance. This led to their prejudice and hatred toward humans, whom they see as cruel and disgusting. While Mixarnt is an exception, Timothy couldn''t help but wonder if things would change. His expression turns contemplative as he ponders the potential consequences of a union between Princess Nica and Mixarnt. He wonders if their love could serve as a bridge, gradually eroding the deep-seated prejudices held by the elves of Elvedoria against humanity.


    "It would indeed be a significant step forward," Timothy muses aloud, "if Nica and Mixarnt were to form a lasting bond, one that transcended the divides of race and upbringing. Their marriage could potentially soften the hearts of Elvedorian elves, leading them to reconsider their biases and open their minds to the possibility of coexistence and mutual understanding with humans." However, the elder''s optimism is tempered by pragmatism. "Change rarely comes easily or swiftly, especially when entrenched attitudes are involved. Much would depend on the couple''s ability to navigate the complexities of their respective worlds and build trust with those around them."


    The elder''s thoughts were interrupted by Mixarnt. "Elder! Hey! You seem lost in thought. I was asking if I can take a bath now, hehe." Mixarnt said with a grin. Leafa, Timothy''s wife, chuckled softly, amused by the moment. She couldn''t help but see a glimpse of young Fantasia in Mixarnt. Despite being friends with Fantasia, both Timothy and Leafa were 500 years older than her.


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    Timothy chuckles, snapping out of his contemplations as he gazes at Mixarnt''s cheerful face. "Ah, apologies for the distraction, young man." he says with a paternal smile. "Of course, you may enjoy your bath. Leafa has likely prepared the waters to perfection, as always."


    As if on cue, Leafa nods, her golden hair shimmering in the firelight. "The tub is ready, Mixarnt. Go on, enjoy the warmth and relaxation. We''ll be here, enjoying each other''s company, when you return refreshed and clean." She winks at Timothy, and they share a loving glance.


    With a grateful nod, Mixarnt bounds toward the bathing chamber, eager to shed his travel-stained attire and immerse himself in the soothing waters. The enticing aroma of herbs and essential oils carried on the steam makes his eyes shine in anticipation.


    Later that evening, Mother Tree appeared in her physical human dryad form, resembling a beautiful woman, and knocked on the elder''s door. Curious about who could be visiting at such an hour, Timothy opened the door. His eyes widened in shock, and he stammered in surprise upon seeing Mother Tree in her human dryad form, appearing as though she were flesh and blood. Though the World Tree still stood tall outside, its consciousness was now embodied in this form. Leafa, Timothy''s wife, was equally astonished by the unexpected visit.


    "By the sacred groves, Mother Tree," Timothy stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "What brings you to our humble abode in this mortal guise?"


    Leafa, equally taken aback, steps forward, her hands clasped in front of her. "Welcome, noble entity," she says, her voice trembling slightly with awe. "Please, come in. We are honored by your presence; in whatever form you choose to embody."


    As the elder and his wife let the World Tree inside their home, Timothy can''t help but marvel at the beauty and tranquility that radiates from her very being.


    "Oh! Mom!!" Mixarnt exclaimed, running to embrace Mother Tree. He rarely saw her in her human dryad form, so he eagerly took the chance to hug her. Timothy and Leafa, still stunned, asked Mixarnt how he recognized her so easily.


    "Whenever I play on the branches of the World Tree, Mom sometimes appears like this... though not always," Mixarnt replied innocently, his tone full of childlike honesty.


    The World Tree''s human dryad form cradles Mixarnt in a warm embrace, a radiant smile gracing her flawless features. Her voice is like music as she whispers to the boy, "I cherish our special bond, dear Mixarnt. Playing among my boughs allows us to connect on a deeper level, beyond the physical boundaries of your growing form."


    Timothy and Leafa exchange wide-eyed glances, clearly taken aback by the revelation of their charge''s deep relationship with the World Tree. Timothy recovers first, his brow furrowing in concern. "With respect, Mother Tree," he says cautiously, "Mixarnt is a cherished ward, entrusted to our care. We ensure his well-being and safety above all else. Perhaps we should discuss the parameters of your interactions with him, given the unique nature of your bond?"


    Leafa nods in agreement, her hand reaching out to lightly stroke Mixarnt''s tousled hair.


    The World Tree''s spirit pouted slightly, her radiant complexion glowing with a soft blush. "I understand your concerns, dear guardians," she said gently, "but as the protector of this land and its creatures, I share a deep bond with Mixarnt. While Fantasia''s efforts are admirable, they don''t diminish my role as his spiritual parent."


    Her emerald eyes softened as she looked at Timothy and Leafa. "Can''t you see? Mixarnt needs guidance from someone connected to Nature''s essence and the magic within him. I can offer the love and wisdom he needs to grow into the hero of prophecy." Turning to Mixarnt, her expression warmed with affection. "My child, you are more extraordinary than most can imagine. Your destiny is tied to mine and to the future of this realm."


    "Hahaha, you always say that, Mother! Yawn..." Mixarnt said as he rubbed his eyes sleepily, his innocence showing, mother tree smiled and took him to his room and told him stories of past heroes and adventurers until he started drifting off to sleep.


    Later, Leafa, Timothy, and the World Tree''s spirit gathered around the table.


    "Um, Mother Tree, what brings you here?" Timothy asked respectfully. "I know you came to see Mixarnt, but I feel there might be another reason." The World Tree''s spirit smiled gently. "Mixarnt is now 9... When he turns 11, his journey will begin. I wanted you to be prepared. It will be a path filled with both sorrow and joy, crossing paths with many fated stars."


    The World Tree''s spirit continued, her tone becoming more solemn. "Sadly, Mixarnt must undertake this journey alone. None of us can interfere." she said gently. "Along the way, he will encounter others¡ªthe stars¡ªwho will guide and support him on his path."


    Timothy and Leafa nod solemnly, understanding the gravity of the World Tree''s words. They can sense the reluctance in her tone, the pain of having to distance herself from Mixarnt at a pivotal moment in his life.


    "We will respect Mixarnt''s journey." Timothy assures, his voice steady and resolute. "However, we also cannot abandon our duty to offer guidance whenever possible, even from a distance."


    Leafa places a comforting hand on her husband''s arm. "Indeed. We will remain connected to Mixarnt, supporting him through our love and wisdom, even as he navigates the unknown paths ahead."


    The World Tree''s spirit gazes at them with gratitude, her ethereal form shimmering with a hint of melancholy. "Your devotion warms my essence, dear friends. Remember, Mixarnt''s triumph is a victory for us all ¨C for the land, for the stars, and for the future he embodies."

 Chapter 6 Earthquake

    Two years passed, and Mixarnt was now 11 years old.


    "Hey, Nica, if I were a fish, would you eat me?" Mixarnt asked casually as he lounged around. Princess Nica, her emerald eyes calm and focused, gracefully flipped through the air, firing arrows at distant targets. Each shot landed with pinpoint accuracy. She paused mid-flip, arching an eyebrow at his strange question. "Eat you? What an odd thing to ask, Mixarnt!" Landing effortlessly on a branch, she smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. "Hmm... I suppose it depends. If you turned into a tasty salmon or a juicy tuna, I might be tempted," she teased, flashing him a mischievous grin.


    "Wait, you¡¯d actually consider eating me?!" Mixarnt exclaimed, feigning shock with a teasing grin.


    Nica chuckled. "You asked!" She watched him for a reaction before tilting her head in curiosity. "But really, why would you ask something like that? Are you afraid I''d betray you?" Though her tone was lighthearted, there was a hint of genuine concern in her voice.


    Mixarnt stretched lazily, gazing up at the canopy. "Well, you know me¡ªalways asking random questions. Honestly, I¡¯m just bored. I want to leave the World Tree Forest and see other kingdoms, like in the storybooks!" He grinned excitedly.


    Nica giggled at his enthusiasm. Mixarnt always had a way of making things fun. She, too, longed to see the outside world, but as long as he was by her side, she felt content. She shook her head at Mixarnt¡¯s antics. "You¡¯re such a goofball," she teased as she sat beside him playfully nudging his shoulder. "Bored already? And here I thought you loved our little adventures in these enchanted woods."


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    Her expression grew thoughtful as she considered his desire to explore beyond their home. "I¡¯ve often wondered about the world outside too. I¡¯ve read about far-off kingdoms, bustling cities, and incredible cultures in the ancient scrolls from the palace library. The thought of seeing them for myself is... exciting." Her emerald eyes sparkled with curiosity as she turned to Mixarnt. "Maybe it¡¯s time we set out together¡ªfind our own adventures and write our own story. What do you think?"


    However, before Mixarnt could respond, the ground suddenly trembled violently. "Nica!" he shouted, instinctively scooping her into his arms.


    The earth shook with terrifying force, sending shockwaves through the forest. Trees swayed dangerously, and cracks split the ground beneath them. Nica barely had time to react before Mixarnt shielded her, holding her close.


    The tremors seemed endless, but Mixarnt refused to let go. When the earthquake finally subsided, he gently set Nica down, scanning her for any injuries. Around them, the once-peaceful forest lay in ruins¡ªfallen trees, shattered rocks, and an unsettling silence hanging in the air.


    "What was that?!" Mixarnt muttered, his eyes scanning the devastated forest before turning to Nica, who was trembling while looking around at the devastation. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a comforting embrace. "It''s okay," he whispered, his voice steady and reassuring. "Everything''s going to be fine." Nica clung to him, her usual confidence shaken. "I... I''ve never felt anything like that before," she murmured, her voice unsteady. "What could have caused it?" Mixarnt frowned, his instincts telling him this was no ordinary earthquake. "I don''t know." he admitted, "but we need to get back to the World Tree. Mother Tree might have some answers."


    Adjusting his grip, he lifted Nica and started moving through the wreckage. The once-thriving forest now lay in ruins¡ªfallen trees, jagged cracks in the earth, and an eerie silence hanging over the land.

 Chapter 7 Spirit Weapon "Enigma"

    As they arrived at the World Tree settlement, Nica rushed into the arms of her parents, the king and queen, embracing them tightly. The entire Elvedorian royal family was present, except for Princess Rose, who was currently residing in another kingdom. Their visit coincided with their monthly pilgrimage to the World Tree.


    Their embrace filled with reassurance and love. The king rested a firm hand on Nica''s back, while the queen whispered soothing words to comfort her shaken daughter. Mixarnt stood close by, watching the reunion with quiet admiration. The warmth and strength of the Elvedorian royalty were evident, their presence exuding both grace and authority. Seeing that the village and surrounding forest remained untouched by the disaster, Mixarnt let out a breath of relief.


    "Everyone¡­ and Mixarnt, gather near my roots," the Mother Tree called, her voice gentle and soothing.


    The villagers, along with the Elvedorian royal family and Mixarnt, moved toward the base of the towering tree. They formed a semi-circle, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. A quiet reverence settled over the gathering as the World Tree¡¯s ethereal spirit emerged, her emerald aura pulsing with an ancient, calming energy.


    Her gaze swept over them, acknowledging each soul with silent understanding. When her eyes met Mixarnt¡¯s, they glowed with a warmth that carried both love and unspoken wisdom.


    "My children," she began, her voice resonating like a whisper through the wind, "the earthquake that shook our land was not a natural disaster. Dark forces have awakened beneath us, seeking to disrupt the balance and spread chaos."


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    She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in as a hushed tension filled the air.


    "Child loved by mana... the time has come for you to embark on your journey," Mother Tree declared. Everyone knew she was speaking to Mixarnt. Nica''s eyes widened in surprise, her grip tightening on her skirt as she processed the words of mother tree.


    "What do you mean, Mother Tree?" Mixarnt asked, his voice laced with curiosity.


    Before an answer came, a radiant black sword descended from the sky, its gleaming surface pulsing with an otherworldly energy. The entire assembly watched in awe, even the seasoned Elvedorian knights exchanging wary glances, sensing the immense power radiating from the weapon. The sword hovered just above Mixarnt''s outstretched palm, its glow illuminating his face. Mother Tree''s voice resonated once more, carrying both wisdom and warning.


    "This blade, forged in the heart of a dying star, shall be both your weapon and your burden." she intoned. "It is a reflection of the darkness within you, yet also a beacon of hope. Only by confronting and mastering your inner shadows can you restore balance to this world."


    As if responding to her words, the sword pulsed brighter, its ethereal light wrapping around Mixarnt like an unspoken promise. The sword dissolved into shimmering particles of light and merged into his body. In that instant, a name surfaced in his mind.


    "Enigma." he whispered.


    The World Tree''s voice echoed gently. "That is a Spirit Weapon¡ªone with a will of its own. It chooses its wielder, and now, it has chosen you."


    Before he could respond, an unseen force lifted Mixarnt high into the air, carrying him to the top of the World Tree. From above, the vast land stretched endlessly before him, but one sight held his attention¡ªa dark, ominous line cutting across the distant horizon.


    "That," the World Tree said softly, "is the Abyss line. Your destiny lies beyond it."


    Mixarnt''s gaze fixed on the foreboding boundary, his heart pounding. Whatever awaited him on the other side, he knew there was no turning back. "The lands beyond the Abyss line are filled with powerful beings¡ªAbsolute Gods, Elder and Ancient Dragons, Great Demon Lords, powerful humans, and anomalies." the World Tree warned. "You must grow stronger before you set foot there." With those words, the World Tree gently lowered Mixarnt back to the ground, a new purpose settling in his heart.

 Chapter 8 Promise

    Nica''s voice trembled as she stepped closer. "Mixarnt¡­ does this mean you''re leaving?" Her emerald eyes glistened with unshed tears, the weight of their impending separation pressing heavily on her heart.


    Mixarnt exhaled softly, his expression a mixture of determination and warmth. "Yeah¡­ but I promise, I''ll come back for you. And when I do, we''ll get married¡ªjust like we said we would." A small, wavering smile crossed Nica''s lips as their hands met, fingers intertwining in silent understanding. The warmth of his touch was reassuring, but it couldn''t erase the sadness of goodbye. "Nica..." Mixarnt whispered, his gaze locking onto hers.


    "I... I will come with you, then!" Nica''s sudden declaration took the assembled villagers and royals by surprise. Their expressions shifted to a mix of shock, concern, and subtle disapproval. They knew Mixarnt needed to undertake this journey alone to grow, and Nica, as the Princess of Elvedoria, had responsibilities she could not abandon. Queen Edea''s voice, though gentle, carried a firm undertone as she addressed her determined daughter.


    "Nica, my sweet child, you misunderstand," Queen Edea said, her hands clasped together in a gesture of compassion. "While we are proud of your courage, your role as Princess of Elvedoria requires you to remain here, alongside us and the people we serve."


    King Elmon stepped forward, his eyes filled with paternal love, tempered by the weight of his responsibilities. "Your future is tied to the prosperity and security of our kingdom," he asserted, his voice firm yet compassionate. "You cannot abandon your duties to follow Mixarnt, no matter how much your heart may yearn for it." Nica''s lower lip trembled as the reality of the situation sank in. She couldn¡¯t accept the situation, and tears began to stream down her face. Overwhelmed, she ran into the forest. The queen and king decided to give her some time alone.


    "Wait Nica!" Mixarnt followed her to ensure she was okay.


    As Nica fled deeper into the forest, her slender legs carrying her through the lush greenery. Tears flowed down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the morning dew on the leaves. The gentle rustling of branches and the distant song of a bird echoed her sorrow. In the heart of the forest, Nica collapsed onto a patch of soft moss, her small frame shaking with sobs. The weight of her conflicting emotions¡ªher desire to stay with Mixarnt and her duty as a princess¡ªpressed heavily on her, threatening to break her spirit.


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    "M-Mixarnt?" she called out, her voice trembling and lost in the vastness of the woods. "Why do you have to leave? Why can¡¯t we be together?" Her words lingered in the air, unanswered, as the forest remained silent, offering no comfort to the heartbroken princess.


    Mixarnt approached Nica gently and sat beside her. "I¡¯m not sure either," he said. "Mother Tree told me my destiny lies elsewhere. But that doesn¡¯t mean I won¡¯t come back! Haha... I mean..." His tone shifted from casual to gentle. "We did promise to get married when we turn 18. There¡¯s no way I won¡¯t return." Nica¡¯s body trembled at the mention of their shared future, and a faint spark of hope lit up her sorrowful eyes. Mixarnt¡¯s words, a mix of playful humor and heartfelt sincerity, brought a tentative smile to her face.


    "You really mean it, don¡¯t you?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You¡¯ll come back, and we¡¯ll get married when the time comes?" A single tear rolled down her cheek, but this time, it was tinged with joy rather than despair. "I¡¯ll hold you to that promise, Mixarnt. Until then, stay safe and face whatever challenges come your way. I¡¯ll pray every day for your return and for our future together." As sunlight filtered through the canopy above, bathing Nica in a warm glow, she reached out to touch the rough bark of a nearby tree.


    "Oh, I know! Why don¡¯t you become an adventurer at 16? Then we can meet up, go on adventures together, and return to Elvedoria when we¡¯re 18 to get married!" Mixarnt said with a casual grin, making their impending separation feel a little lighter. Nica¡¯s face lit up with a radiant smile, her earlier sadness replaced by excitement. "An adventurer at 16 and then exploring the world with you?" she repeated, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Mixarnt, you always know how to turn even the hardest situations into something exciting!"


    She stood up, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "Okay, let¡¯s do it! By the time I¡¯m 16, I¡¯ll have sharpened my skills to perfection. And when we reunite, we¡¯ll start the greatest adventure of all¡ªour journey to becoming husband and wife!" Filled with newfound determination, Nica straightened her posture, her slender frame radiating resolve. "I¡¯ll make you proud, Mixarnt. Together, we¡¯ll create legends that will be remembered forever!"


    The two continued talking, their conversation shifting to Nica¡¯s hopes for Mixarnt while they were apart.


    Nica smiled warmly. "You know, Mixarnt, I want you to meet other women while you¡¯re away. Make friends you can trust. And honestly, I don¡¯t mind if you have other girlfriends¡ªjust as long as you come back to me and keep our promise."


    Mixarnt blinked, caught off guard. "Wait, really? You¡¯re okay with that?"


    Nica nodded, her expression sincere. "Of course. I trust you. Besides, I¡¯ve always known you wanted to marry big sis Fantasia too, haven¡¯t you?"


    Mixarnt scratched his head, a little embarrassed but amused. "Well, yeah, I guess I¡¯ve thought about it. But I didn¡¯t think you¡¯d be okay with it."


    Nica laughed softly. "As long as you¡¯re happy and you come back to me, I don¡¯t mind sharing you. We¡¯ll make it work, Mixarnt. Together."


    Mixarnt grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. "You¡¯re something else, Nica. But okay, deal. I¡¯ll make friends, maybe even find a girlfriend or two, but I¡¯ll always come back to you. That¡¯s a promise."


    Nica¡¯s eyes sparkled with affection. "Good. Then it¡¯s settled. Just remember¡ªno matter where you go or who you meet, you¡¯re mine too."


    Mixarnt chuckled. "Don¡¯t worry, Nica. You¡¯ll always be my elven princess!"


    The two shared a laugh, their bond stronger than ever as they dreamed of the future¡ªa future filled with adventures, friendships, and a love that could embrace more than just the two of them.

 Chapter 9 First Kiss

    At the village entrance, Mixarnt stood surrounded by the generous gifts from the villagers, his deep blue eyes widened with humble gratitude. The kindness of the elven community, led by Elder Timothy¡¯s cheerful encouragement, filled him with a deep sense of belonging. Elves gathered to give Mixarnt supplies and essentials for his journey. Overwhelmed, Mixarnt turned to Timothy and said awkwardly, "E-Elder, isn¡¯t this too much?"


    "Nonsense, child! You¡¯ll need these things!" Timothy replied with a hearty laugh.


    The Elvedorian royalty, dressed in their finest, gathered around Mixarnt to say their goodbyes. Nica stepped forward, her voice gentle. "Let¡¯s meet again when I¡¯m 16," she said, making a pinky promise with Mixarnt. Queen Edea, though regal and composed, looked at him with tender emotion.


    "Nica, my dear," the queen said softly, "remember to listen to your tutors and guard your heart. Mixarnt, you carry a great destiny. May the blessings of the World Tree guide you on your journey."


    King Elmon placed a firm hand on Mixarnt¡¯s shoulder, his blue eyes warm yet filled with expectation.


    Mixarnt said his goodbyes, putting the bag of supplies inside his dimensional pocket, an ability granted by Enigma. The elves were in awe at his newfound ability while Nica on the other hand could no longer hold herself back.


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    Just before Mixarnt could take his first step out of the village, a flash of movement caught his eye. Nica, her emerald hair flowing behind her like a waterfall, darted forward with pure determination. In a bold, impulsive move, she leaped into Mixarnt¡¯s arms and pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss. The sudden contact left Mixarnt breathless and stunned. The innocence and intensity of the moment overwhelmed him, making his head spin. It was his and Nica''s first kiss, the emotions it stirred were undeniable. When Nica finally pulled away slowly, her cheeks were flushed crimson, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and vulnerability. "That¡¯s our promise sealed," she said softly, her voice trembling but filled with conviction.


    "Oh my~" Queen Edea giggled, clearly amused. King Elmon, on the other hand, stood there in shock.


    "Y-you damn brat! Make sure you come back and take responsibility for stealing my Nica¡¯s first kiss!" King Elmon shouted at Mixarnt, half-annoyed and half-serious. Elder Timothy and the other elves burst into laughter at the comedic yet heartwarming scene.


    "I get it! I get it!" Mixarnt called back, running away with a blush and a grin as he waved farewell.


    As Mixarnt hurried off, his laughter echoed through the village, blending with the cheerful chuckles of the elves. Queen Edea¡¯s giggles softened into a warm, motherly smile, Nica waves with a wide smile and blush, while King Elmon¡¯s irritation slowly turned into reluctant acceptance.


    "Remember, boy," the king called after Mixarnt¡¯s retreating figure, "you¡¯d better keep that promise! My daughter deserves nothing less than your complete devotion!"


    Elder Timothy, still smiling, raised a hand in farewell as Mixarnt disappeared into the forest. "May the road rise to meet you, young adventurer," he said, his voice carrying both wisdom and a touch of humor. "And may your love for Nica be as everlasting as the World Tree itself."

 Chapter 10 Bandits

    After hours of travel, Mixarnt finally stepped out of the World Tree Forest. As he looked back, the forest had vanished. He remembered reading in a book that the elven kingdom and the World Tree Forest were hidden, accessible only if the World Tree permitted it.


    Now, in front of and behind him stretched an endless expanse of grassland.


    "Hmm, let¡¯s see... I think I kind of understand Enigma¡¯s abilities... well, not all of them, but... I wanna try it out," Mixarnt said to himself. As he looked around, he noticed a group of wild wolves approaching him, with bandits riding on their backs.


    Mixarnt¡¯s instincts told him to prepare for a fight, but instead of immediately drawing Enigma, he focused on the bandits atop the wolves. Their malicious intentions were obvious, and a plan began to form in his mind. He decided to test the powers of his spirit weapon. Without hesitation, Mixarnt raised Enigma high. The blade glowed with a pulsing, ethereal light, surrounding him with an otherworldly aura. With a swift, decisive motion, he pointed Enigma toward the bandits and unleashed a concentrated blast of spiritual energy.


    The blast hit the bandits with incredible force, knocking them off their wolf mounts. The wolves, startled and confused by the sudden attack, scattered in all directions, leaving the bandits to fend for themselves.


    "Y-you brat! That was dangerous!" the bandits shouted as they unsheathed their swords and charged at Mixarnt. Meanwhile, Mixarnt was stunned by the blast of spiritual energy he had just unleashed, and it left him feeling drained.


    "This is bad!" Mixarnt said, parrying one of the bandit¡¯s attacks. He then used the bandit¡¯s face as a steppingstone to leap higher into the air. While spinning mid-air, he focused and activated one of Enigma¡¯s abilities.


    "Radiant Wave!" Mixarnt swung the sword downward, creating an area-of-effect blast of radiant energy that sent the bandits flying.


    The Radiant Wave engulfed the bandits, its shimmering energy tossing them through the air. They landed in a crumpled heap some distance away, limbs twisted and unmoving, knocked unconscious by the force of the attack.


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    Mixarnt landed gracefully on the grass, breathing heavily. Using Enigma¡¯s abilities had left him exhausted, the weight of the spirit weapon still resonating within him. He staggered forward, gripping Enigma tightly as he approached the defeated bandits. The scene was chaotic¡ªthe once-ferocious wolves now cowered in the distance, their sharp fangs bared in fear. Mixarnt looked at the fallen bandits, a flicker of guilt stirring in his chest.


    "Ugh... I don¡¯t have a problem with killing bad people. Big sis Fantasia told me to show no mercy when facing evil. But still, I think Enigma might be too powerful," Mixarnt said as he dissolved Enigma into particles of light, which then returned to his body, waiting to be summoned again. Afterward, he began setting up camp.


    Once the fire crackled to life, Mixarnt sat cross-legged in front of it, closing his eyes to meditate. The day¡¯s events replayed in his mind¡ªeach fight and decision etched into his thoughts like marks on a map. He reflected on his actions, recognizing both his strengths and where he could improve.


    The night deepened, and the stars above shone like diamonds scattered across the sky. Mixarnt¡¯s thoughts eventually turned to Nica. His heart filled with affection and longing as he pictured her smile, the way her emerald hair flowed down her back, and the warmth of her kiss.


    "For Nica, I¡¯ll become better. Hehe," Mixarnt said, lying on the grassland. He could feel the natural mana around him flowing into his body, replenishing the mana he had used. He made a vow to only use Enigma against very strong opponents or when absolutely necessary. For now, he decided to stick with his wooden sword and wood crafting skills. Breaking out of his trance, he began crafting wooden knives and stone knives using the rocks and plywood he had in his bag.


    As Mixarnt¡¯s hands worked skillfully on the wood, his focus shifted from magic and combat to the simple, satisfying art of crafting. The rhythmic sounds of his tools¡ªclicking and clacking¡ªfilled the quiet grassland, blending with the peaceful noises of the night.


    Under the starry sky, lit by the soft glow of his campfire, Mixarnt lost himself in the calming process of creating something useful and beautiful from raw materials. His mind cleared, and his body relaxed as the day¡¯s exhaustion faded with each careful cut of his chisel and knife.


    By the time the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, Mixarnt had finished crafting a dozen wooden knives. Each one was a reflection of his patience and skill, with clean lines and perfect balance. He set them aside, admiring his work. "Alright, time to use Enigma¡¯s other ability again¡ªDimensional Pocket," Mixarnt said. A dimensional storage space appeared in front of him, and he placed his crafted weapons inside. "Yawn... okay, time to sleep," he mumbled, leaning back against a nearby tree. He decided to continue his journey around noon.


    As he rested, mana flowed steadily through his body, keeping him connected to nature. This connection allowed him to sense any potential threats, so he wasn¡¯t worried about being attacked. It was like he was asleep but still aware of everything around him.


    Throughout the day, Mixarnt¡¯s bond with nature deepened, putting him in a state of heightened alertness¡ªa kind of waking slumber. His senses remained sharp, picking up even the slightest disruptions in the grassland¡¯s calm. This ensured his safety, even as he appeared relaxed.


    In this dream-like state, Mixarnt¡¯s body recovered from the day¡¯s physical exertion, and his mana replenished to its fullest.

 Chapter 11 The Scourge of the Grasslands

    One of the surviving bandits staggered into their hideout, his face pale from blood loss. ¡°B-Boss¡­ ugh¡­ a boy¡­ he killed everyone with a single strike,¡± he gasped, barely standing.


    A 6''5 ft tall, white-haired man with a scar on his lips looked up, his sharp features exuding both authority and menace. His muscular frame was lean, and despite his rugged appearance, he carried a certain cold charisma.


    "I see." he said calmly¡ªthen, without hesitation, he slashed his blade, severing the wounded bandit''s head in one swift motion. "Failure is unacceptable. I have no use for useless reports," Kaelzar, the notorious bandit leader, muttered as he flicked the blood from his sword.


    Kaelzar, the infamous bandit leader, gazes at the severed head of his fallen subordinate with cold indifference. His piercing blue eyes, seem to dissect the lifeless face, as if expecting answers only death could provide.


    "Return with results, or don¡¯t return at all," he growls, his voice carrying a quiet menace. The tension in the room thickens, his mere presence radiating a brutal authority that keeps his men on edge. As nervous glances are exchanged, Kaelzar sweeps his gaze over them, already calculating his next move. One thing is certain¡ªhe will not rest until he exacts revenge on the boy who effortlessly slaughtered his men.


    "Kaelzar!!!" His eyes narrow as five Emerald-ranked adventurers'' storm into his lair. These seasoned warriors, only three ranks below the legendary Diamond Rank, stand with unwavering confidence. "Well, well," Kaelzar smirks, his scarred lips twisting in amusement. "The so-called heroes have finally arrived. How quaint." Rising to his feet, his presence alone radiates authority and danger. He studies them carefully¡ªtheir battle-worn armor, the way they carry themselves, and the unmistakable aura of strength that marks them as elite fighters. But Kaelzar is unfazed. If anything, their arrival only makes things more interesting for him.


    "You adventurers never learn. If you want to kill me, send a Diamond or Ruby rank, you fools." Kaelzar said, dashing forward with his deadly dagger. In an instant, he beheaded three of the adventurers, leaving only the two women¡ªa healer and a mage. "I¡¯ll have my fun with you two," he sneered.


    The remaining adventurers, Lyra the healer and Astrid the mage, froze in horror at the brutal scene. Kaelzar, with a manic gleam in his eyes, lunged at them, his dagger slicing through the air with deadly speed. Lyra instinctively stepped in front of Astrid, trying to cast a shield spell, but her focus faltered from fear, and the magic flickered weakly. Astrid, sensing Lyra¡¯s panic, summoned her arcane power, launching a barrage of fiery projectiles to stop Kaelzar¡¯s attack. But Kaelzar moved like lightning, dodging the flames with ease as he closed in, his dagger poised to strike.


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    "We need to get out of here!" Astrid gasped, forming a massive fireball in her hands. She knew the explosion would bring down the entire tunnel, burying them all¡ªbut she trusted Lyra''s healing and shield magic to keep them alive.


    "As if I''d let you," Kaelzar snarled, his eyes cold and merciless. In a flash, he drove his dagger into Astrid¡¯s heart after Lyra cancel the shield spell for Astrid to hurl the fireball. She choked back a scream, pain searing through her body, but she refused to fall just yet. With the last of her strength, she hurled the fireball forward, unleashing a devastating explosion that sent the tunnel crashing down. With a deafening roar, shaking the cavern to its core. The walls crack and crumble, sending dust and debris cascading down. Smoke fills the air, making it hard to breathe.


    Lyra throws herself over Astrid¡¯s lifeless body, her healing magic barely holding back the scorching heat. Her shield flickers under the strain, but she refuses to let go. Kaelzar staggers backward, his dagger slipping from his grasp. His eyes widen as he realizes the cave is collapsing around him, the weight of the destruction sealing his fate. As the dust settles, Lyra, burned and exhausted, looks up at the newly-formed opening in the cavern¡¯s ceiling¡ªa glimpse of the open sky and a chance at survival.


    Lyra, sobbing, collected the name tags of her fallen adventurer friends and limped out of the cave.


    "Where do you think you¡¯re going?" Kaelzar growled. His body was covered in scratches, his upper clothes torn off, and his skin marked with burns. Yet, none of it slowed him down. He pulled out an expensive healing potion and poured it over his wounds, the burns fading into scars.


    Lyra, her spirit shattered by the loss of her comrades, stumbled into the sunlight, clutching the name tags as a painful reminder of their bond. Her face, once bright, was now pale, streaked with tears. Kaelzar, rejuvenated by the potion, stepped out of the ruined cave with a fierce determination. His scars, once blemishes, now seemed like marks of triumph, proof of his relentless will to survive and conquer. "You foolish girl," he sneered, closing in on Lyra with deliberate steps. "Did you really think you could beat me? I am Kaelzar, the Scourge of the Grasslands! No one stands in my way for long!" And with that, everything seems to turn black for Lyra...


    In the midst of the peaceful grasslands, the grim sight of Lyra¡¯s crucifixion stood as a stark contrast. Her body hung limp from the twisted branch of an old oak tree, her once-bright green eyes now dull and frozen in shock.


    Deep cuts marked her pale skin, a horrifying testament to the violence she endured. Though her modesty was somewhat preserved, the signs of her assault were unmistakable¡ªtorn flower petals, like the ones she once loved, were scattered across her lower body. This cruel scene revealed the depths of Kaelzar¡¯s evil, a man capable of unspeakable acts in his quest for power. Yet, even in death, Lyra¡¯s calm expression hinted at a spirit that remained connected to the living¡ªa martyr whose sacrifice would not be forgotten.

 Chapter 12 The Hero Arrives

    After days of walking through the grasslands, Mixarnt stumbled upon the tree where Lyra¡¯s body was crucified. The sight nearly made him sick, but he quickly cut the tree, dug the ground, and carefully cleaned Lyra¡¯s body. He even channeled his mana into her to slow the decay. Wrapping her in a clean blanket, he gently laid her to rest in the grave he had prepared. After burying her, he looked up at the sky and whispered, "May your soul find peace."


    As Mixarnt completed the solemn task, the setting sun cast a sorrowful light over the grave, highlighting the care he had shown for Lyra¡¯s remains. The blanket, infused with his mana, glowed softly¡ªa symbol of respect and compassion amid the tragedy.


    With a heavy heart, Mixarnt closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer to the heavens. "May your soul find peace, your body return to earth and be one with nature." he whispered, his words carried away by the gentle breeze rustling through the grass.


    As the last light of day faded, Mixarnt stood by the grave, lost in thought, keeping watch over Lyra¡¯s final resting place..


    Mixarnt didn¡¯t know who the woman was, but he could tell from her appearance that she had suffered greatly. He remembered Fantasia¡¯s words about the world being cruel and how different things were outside the safety of the World Tree Village where he grew up. "Suffering is a part of life, Mixarnt," she had told him, her emerald eyes filled with the knowledge of centuries. "The world can be cruel, and only the strong survive. Never forget that, no matter how kind or loving people may seem." Now, under the quiet night sky, Mixarnt stood by Lyra¡¯s grave, a stark reminder of life¡¯s fragility and the hidden cruelty that could exist even in the most peaceful places.


    "You just have to learn to ride life''s waves, huh?" he murmured, lying beside the crackling bonfire, gazing up at the starry sky.


    A few days had passed since Kaelzar''s battle with the adventurers, which left his base in ruins along with his men. Now, he roamed the land, leaving terror in his wake. In one village, the streets were littered with corpses, the air thick with the stench of burning homes. Kaelzar stood before a trembling mother and child, their terrified eyes locked on him as they clung to each other. "Come on, don¡¯t look at me like that," he said casually, twirling his dagger. "All I wanted was some money and a place to rest. But your village elder refused me¡­ and, well, this is what happens." Around them, the remains of the townspeople lay in brutal stillness, victims of Kaelzar''s madness.


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    The mother¡¯s tear-streaked face twists in horror as she takes in the devastation around her. The charred bodies of her loved ones lie motionless, a haunting testament to the massacre that has destroyed her once-peaceful village. Her child, sensing her fear, clings to her desperately, too terrified to utter a word. Kaelzar¡¯s indifferent tone only deepens her despair. His flippant justification for the bloodshed feels like mockery, as if the lives lost were nothing more than obstacles in his path. The wind howls through the ruined streets, carrying the acrid stench of smoke and death. The once-thriving village is now a lifeless graveyard, a chilling reminder of Kaelzar¡¯s merciless wrath.


    He smirks, his cold eyes fixed on the trembling mother and child. "So, should I kill you both too?" he asks, his tone devoid of sympathy. The mother clutches her child tighter, her body shaking uncontrollably. She opens her mouth to plead, but fear strangles her voice. The child, sensing the terror, wails loudly, its tiny body trembling against her. Kaelzar watches with eerie detachment, amused by their despair. His fingers lazily drift to the hilt of his dagger, the weight of death lingering in the air as he toys with their fate.


    "Haha! Your reactions are great!" Kaelzar said with a cold smile, his sharp eyes gleaming with twisted joy. He drew his two daggers and charged at the parent and child, only for his attack to be blocked by an 11-year-old boy wielding a wooden sword.


    Kaelzar¡¯s brow twitched in irritation as he poured more strength into his swing, sending the boy flying six meters away. "Holy moly! That was dangerous!" the boy said, still grinning playfully despite the impact. As the boy landed on the ground, his wooden sword slipping from his hand, Kaelzar stared in disbelief. He had expected the mother to cower or the child to plead for mercy, but instead, this scrawny kid had stood in his way with nothing but a makeshift weapon.


    Kaelzar stepped closer, daggers ready, intending to finish the boy for his boldness. But as he loomed over him, he couldn¡¯t ignore the boy¡¯s unshaken grin and the defiant spark in his eyes, which seemed to mock Kaelzar¡¯s threats.


    "What kind of idiot are you?" Kaelzar growled, his voice full of scorn. "You think a toy sword can save you from me?"


    "Haha, well, not really. But hey, I fought some bandits a week ago and killed them after using my real sword, lol," The boy said casually. Kaelzar quickly realized this was the boy who had taken down his men, and a furious, menacing smile spread across his face. Finally, he had found the kid.


    "Boy, I am Kaelzar. What¡¯s your name?" Kaelzar demanded.


    The boy smirked and said, "Name''s Mixarnt. I''m 11, I''ve already taken down your men once. How about we make this a habit?"

 Chapter 13 Mixarnt Vs Kaelzar

    Mixarnt¡¯s grin widened as he faced the dangerous bandit leader, a spark of mischief in his eyes. Despite the threat of Kaelzar¡¯s deadly daggers, the boy remained calm and carefree, his relaxed attitude a sharp contrast to the ruthless villain in front of him.


    "Name''s Mixarnt. I''m 11, I''ve already taken down your men once. How about we make this a habit?"


    As he spoke, Mixarnt picked up his wooden sword, the worn blade seeming to hum with a strange, natural energy. The air around him shifted, as if the power of the World Tree itself was responding to his playful challenge, giving him a subtle but undeniable advantage in the coming fight.


    Kaelzar¡¯s expression darkened, his icy blue eyes filled with rage. "You insolent brat!" he snarled.


    The wooden short sword Mixarnt is using is made from the World Tree, making it incredibly sturdy and unbreakable, even against iron or metal swords.


    "Mana Wave Slash!" Mixarnt shouted, sending a flying mana wave attack toward Kaelzar. Despite the attack¡¯s power, Kaelzar¡¯s lightning-fast reflexes allowed him to dodge it easily, his speed and agility overwhelming Mixarnt.


    "Your weapon may come from the World Tree, but a toy is still just a toy!" Kaelzar sneered. "Against a master like me, that little blade won''t save you!"


    "Really? Then I guess I¡¯ll have to step it up. Enigma Enhancement¡ª100%!" Mixarnt declared.


    In response, his spirit weapon, Enigma, stirred within him, activating its latent power without needing to manifest physically. A surge of energy coursed through his body, maximizing his speed to the fullest in an instant. Black lightning crackled around him, distorting the air as his movements became a blur.


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    Kaelzar barely had time to react before Mixarnt closed the distance, matching his lightning-fast steps. His wooden sword, now infused with his own mana, hummed with raw power as he struck with unrelenting precision, forcing the bandit lord onto the defensive.


    "Mana Burst!" Mixarnt shouted as his wooden sword clashed with Kaelzar¡¯s dagger, triggering a powerful mana explosion.


    "What the¡ª?!" Kaelzar exclaimed, caught completely off guard.


    The impact between Mixarnt¡¯s enchanted wooden sword and Kaelzar¡¯s sharp dagger released a massive burst of mana energy, sending shockwaves through the air. The ground trembled as if the village itself was shaken by the sheer force of the magical explosion.


    Kaelzar, stunned by the sudden blast, stumbled backward, his eyes wide with surprise and a flicker of annoyance. His usual unshakable demeanor faltered, revealing a rare moment of vulnerability.


    As the dust cleared, Mixarnt stood firm, breathing heavily, with dark lightning still crackling around him. He looked at Kaelzar with a fierce, triumphant grin, his confidence soaring after their explosive clash.


    "Looks like you underestimated me, Kaelzar," Mixarnt said boldly.


    Kaelzar smirked, eyes gleaming with menace. "Heh... You''re too arrogant, kid. I can see you''re struggling to maintain that enhanced state just to keep up with me."


    With a flick of his wrist, he discarded his dagger, summoning two new weapons that pulsed with a dark, ominous glow. "These daggers are legendary relics, forged from the bones of a demon general. Let¡¯s see if you can match me now."


    He swung one blade casually to his side¡ªan effortless motion with devastating consequences. In an instant, half the burning village was cleaved apart, the force of the attack sending a deep, echoing thud through the night. Flames flickered wildly, buildings collapsed, and the air grew thick with smoke and ash.


    Mixarnt''s eyes widened as the sheer power of Kaelzar¡¯s strike settled in. Keeping up with such a monstrous opponent while sustaining Enigma¡¯s enhancement was pushing him to his limit.


    But surrender was not an option. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to endure, letting the crackling black lightning surge through him as he prepared to fight on.


    "Damn... this is bad," Mixarnt muttered, feeling his strength nearing its limit.


    Just then, a group of veteran adventurers arrived to back him up.


    "Giga Fireball!" Arthur, an old but powerful mage, roared as a massive sphere of fire shot toward Kaelzar, lighting up the night sky.


    "Giga Glacier!" Another adventurer cast a towering ice spell, sending a freezing mass hurtling toward the bandit leader.


    Kaelzar reacted instantly, slashing through the icy attack with a single strike. But the moment his blade made contact, the glacier exploded, creating a blinding burst of frost and mist. "Tch," Kaelzar clicked his tongue in frustration, realizing the battle had escalated beyond his favor. Without hesitation, he took advantage of the distraction, vanishing into the night before the reinforcements could close in.

 Chapter 14 The Sleeping Savior

    As the battle''s intensity fades, Mixarnt finally allows himself to relax, releasing the Enigma enhancement. The black lightning surrounding his body flickers and vanishes, but the moment it does, a sharp, unbearable pain shoots through his muscles. It feels as if his entire body has been stretched to its limit.


    Only now does he realize the cost of pushing himself so far. His strength fails him, and he collapses to the ground, completely drained.


    "Hey, kid! You okay?" Arthur calls out, his voice laced with concern.


    Around them, the Sapphire-class adventurers spread out, securing the area and ensuring no more threats remain.


    Mixarnt hears Arthur¡¯s words but can barely muster the strength to respond. Instead, he gives a weak nod, his vision blurring as exhaustion overtakes him. Arthur kneels beside him, placing a steady hand on his shoulder. "You fought well, kid," he says, his weathered face showing both admiration and worry.


    As Mixarnt stood up, supported by Arthur, the little girl ran forward and hugged him tightly around the waist. "Thank you, thank you so much!" she cried, her voice filled with emotion. "You saved Mommy and me!"


    Her mother, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude, approached with tears streaming down her face. In that moment, Mixarnt¡¯s exhaustion seemed to fade, replaced by the warm feeling of having made a difference in their lives.


    Arthur placed a comforting hand on Mixarnt¡¯s shoulder, urging him to lean on him as they walked through the charred remains of the village. The surviving villagers gradually emerged from hiding, watching them with a mix of awe, gratitude, and hope. Their faces were illuminated by the flickering light of campfires as night settled over the ruined landscape.


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    As they walked, Mixarnt briefly explained to Arthur what had happened and how he had dealt with some of the bandits.


    Later, in the carriage, Mixarnt slept soundly, his head resting on Elyssia''s thigh. The Ice Mage occasionally poked his cheek, watching as he remained peacefully unaware. She couldn''t help but notice how long and messy his hair was for a boy. More than that, she wasn¡¯t sure whether to be annoyed or amused. He had entered the carriage exhausted, barely acknowledging anyone before collapsing onto the seat¡ªhis head landing on her thigh without so much as a word. Now, as he slept, Elyssia sighed, torn between frustration and amusement. He was both cute and irritating at the same time.


    Despite the initial shock of having a stranger claim her personal space, Elyssia can''t deny the warmth that spreads through her chest as she watches Mixarnt''s chest rise and fall with each peaceful breath. There''s something undeniably charming about the way he trusts her completely, surrendering to sleep without a second thought.


    As they arrived in Caspade Town, Arthur carried the sleeping Mixarnt on his back as they entered the Adventurer''s Guild.


    Mika, the receptionist, greeted them but blinked in surprise at the sight of the boy sleeping soundly on Arthur¡¯s back. "Uh¡­ who''s the kid?" she asked, curiosity evident in her tone.


    Elyssia, barely sparing them a glance, sighed. "I¡¯ll be in my room," she said before heading toward the private quarters reserved for high-ranking adventurers.


    Arthur adjusted Mixarnt slightly before responding, "This here¡¯s Mixarnt. Kid¡¯s been stirrin¡¯ up trouble in all the right ways¡ªtook down some of Kaelzar¡¯s men and saved lives in the process."


    "Oh? How did you know?" Mika asked, curious.


    "Well, this kid told us about it earlier before passing out from exhaustion. And as much as I wanted to doubt him, me, Elyssia, and the other adventurers with us saw him holding his own against Kaelzar, who¡¯s as strong as a veteran Ruby-rank adventurer. Though we only caught a glimpse of it before we stepped in to help the kid," Arthur explained with a grin. The middle-aged veteran flame magician smiled proudly.


    Mika¡¯s curiosity was instantly sparked, her eyebrows rising in disbelief at Arthur¡¯s story. "Holding his own against Kaelzar? That¡¯s unheard of, even for a Ruby-ranker!" she exclaimed, leaning closer to get a better look at Mixarnt, who was still asleep. "And the fact that he¡¯s just a kid... Well, I guess we can¡¯t rule it out. With all the rumors about the Dark Lord¡¯s return circulating for months, anything seems possible."


    Meanwhile, Elyssia, inside her room, removed her traveling gear and robes, revealing a sleek, form-fitting outfit underneath. Before settling into bed, she paused by the window, gazing out at the star-filled night sky. Her thoughts drifted to the day¡¯s events and the annoyingly cute boy she had met¡ªthe one who had fought Kaelzar on equal footing.

 Chapter 15 Caspade Town & Guild Registration

    Mixarnt woke up in a small room, confused about how he got there. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in the carriage. He left the room and walked down the corridor until he reached the guild hall. There, he saw many people in battle gear chatting.


    "Hey, mister with the bald sides of your head, where am I?" Mixarnt asked innocently, addressing a man with a Mohawk. He didn¡¯t realize he was in the Adventurer¡¯s Guild of Caspade Town.


    Arthur, standing nearby, burst out laughing at Mixarnt¡¯s comment.


    The guild hall fell silent as everyone turned to look at Mixarnt, his innocent question about the man¡¯s hairstyle spreading amusement through the room. Arthur, still laughing, finally managed to speak.


    "Kid, you¡¯re in Caspade Town¡¯s Adventurer¡¯s Guild," Arthur said, wiping a tear from his eye. "This is where heroes like us plan quests, take on jobs, and rest after a long day of fighting monsters and villains."


    Mixarnt eyes sparkled, as he looked around the unfamiliar room. He was excited and hurried to the reception area, where Mika, a beautiful woman with short red hair, was working. "Lady with a flat chest, I want to register as an adventurer," Mixarnt said, his eyes sparkling with innocence. Mika¡¯s brow twitched in annoyance, finding Mixarnt¡¯s comment irritating. Arthur, standing nearby, couldn¡¯t stop laughing at Mixarnt¡¯s blunt way of describing people. Mika narrowed her eyes, her expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Looks like we¡¯ve got a real charmer here," she said dryly, crossing her arms. "For the record, my name is Mika, and I¡¯m a B-cup, not flat-chested."


    Arthur chuckled, his laughter joining the muffled giggles of the other adventurers nearby. "This kid¡¯s got quite the mouth, doesn¡¯t he?" he said, patting Mixarnt on the back. "But I¡¯ll give him points for confidence. Alright, let¡¯s get you registered, shall we?"


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    Mika sighed, shaking her head as she grabbed the necessary paperwork. "Just fill this out, and try not to offend anyone else with your... unique way of noticing things, okay?"


    "Oh... I¡¯m sorry, beautiful lady... with a B-cup chest," Mixarnt said. Mika had started smiling at being called "beautiful lady," but the added comment about her chest size annoyed her. Arthur, meanwhile, turned away, trying hard not to laugh.


    Mika¡¯s annoyance turned into a smirk, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and irritation. "Alright, alright, let¡¯s just focus on getting you registered," she said, handing Mixarnt the paperwork. "And please, for the love of all things holy, stop commenting on my chest size. It¡¯s not polite, and it¡¯s definitely not appropriate in a professional setting."


    Arthur, still struggling to keep a straight face, let out a strained cough. "Yeah, kid, maybe just stick to calling people by their names or titles from now on, okay?" he suggested, his tone a mix of teasing and genuine advice.


    Mixarnt, completely unaware of the awkwardness he¡¯d caused, grinned at Mika. "Sorry, pretty lady! I promise I won¡¯t say anything rude again!" He eagerly started filling out the registration forms, his pen moving quickly across the paper with excitement.


    "Here you are, beautiful lady with a... uh... Mika," Mixarnt said with a small grin, almost slipping back into his habit of awkward descriptions. Mika, in her 20s, wasn¡¯t sure how to feel about being called "beautiful lady," and Mixarnt hesitated to call her "big sis" since they didn¡¯t know each other well.


    Mika took the completed registration forms from Mixarnt, her expression softening slightly at his attempt to be more respectful. "Thank you, Mixarnt," she said, her voice carrying a hint of warmth. "I appreciate you trying to be polite."


    She glanced over the forms, quickly checking the details. "Looks like you¡¯ve got everything filled out. Now, you just need to pay the registration fee, and I¡¯ll give you your adventurer¡¯s card."


    Mika slid a small, ornate box across the counter to Mixarnt. "The fee goes in here. Just open it and place the gold coins inside. Once you¡¯re done, I¡¯ll issue your card." Arthur, who had been quietly watching, stepped forward to help Mixarnt. "Let me give you a hand with that, kid," he offered, his usual gruff tone softening. Together, they opened the box, and Arthur placed the required gold inside.


    "Thanks, old man. Oh, by the way, what¡¯s your name?" Mixarnt asked.


    "I¡¯m in my 40s, so I¡¯m not that old. My name is Arthur," Arthur said with a grin. Mika couldn¡¯t help but chuckle, turning away to hide her laughter. Still trying to hold back her amusement, she let out a quiet snicker, covering her mouth with her hand. She shook her head, her short red hair bouncing, and cleared her throat.


    "Alright, Mixarnt, your registration is complete. Here¡¯s your adventurer¡¯s card," she said, sliding the ornate card across the counter. "Remember, this card represents your commitment to follow the Code of Conduct and protect the people of Caspade Town. Don¡¯t make us regret welcoming you as one of us."


    Arthur, ever the supportive mentor, gave Mixarnt a hearty pat on the back.

 Chapter 16 Ranks

    "Hmm... Pebble rank?" Mixarnt asked, curious about what it meant. Arthur chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement at Mixarnt¡¯s innocence. "That¡¯s right, kid. You¡¯re starting at the bottom, but don¡¯t worry. With hard work and dedication, you can climb the ranks. It¡¯s not easy, but it¡¯s worth it in the end."


    He leaned in, his tone turning serious. "The higher you go, the tougher the quests, the stronger the enemies, and the better the rewards. But remember, with higher rank comes great responsibility. Use your abilities wisely and never forget the oath you took when you became an adventurer."


    Mixarnt listened carefully, his mind racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness. He knew he had a long journey ahead to prove himself worthy of the title of adventurer.


    "With this sword, I¡¯ll slay a dragon!" Mixarnt declared, holding up his wooden sword and striking a nearby wall with a loud thud. The adventurers in the guild burst out laughing at his enthusiasm. Mika found it endearing, while Arthur laughed heartily. Mixarnt just grinned, imagining the wall as a dragon.


    Arthur, clearly entertained by Mixarnt¡¯s enthusiasm, pounded a fist on the nearest table, his loud laughter adding to the commotion.


    As the laughter faded, Arthur walked over to Mixarnt, his expression softening with a mix of fondness and advice. "Now, now, kid. Dragons aren¡¯t something you can take down with just a swing of your sword, no matter how strong you think you are," he said, his tone gentle but firm.


    "But I do like your spirit. You¡¯ve got the heart of an adventurer, even if you¡¯re still a bit rough around the edges. Just remember, every legendary hero started somewhere."


    "Okay, Old Man Arthur," Mixarnt said with a thumbs-up. Mika giggled at the comment, since Arthur was only in his forties but was being called an old man.


    "I told you to shave your beard and dye your hair brown instead of keeping it white," Mika teased with a smirk.


    Arthur grumbled good-naturedly, running a hand over his scruffy beard. "Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Maybe I¡¯ll dye my hair brown and shave this beard just to annoy you next time," he joked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.


    Mika rolled her eyes playfully, her smirk turning into a grin. "You wouldn¡¯t dare, OLD MAN Arthur. We already have enough trouble keeping track of your age as it is," she teased, her tone light and joking.


    Mixarnt, still holding his wooden sword, watched their banter with wide-eyed curiosity. The friendly teasing and easy camaraderie between Arthur and Mika reminded him of the strong bonds within the adventurer community¡ªa big change from the loneliness he had known during his solo travel in the grasslands.


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    "I think I¡¯ll keep calling you Old Man, though," Mixarnt said as he picked up a slime quest and told Mika he wanted to take it. Mika agreed, as it was the most basic quest available. Looking around, Mixarnt spotted Elyssia, the beautiful ice mage he had met yesterday. She was sitting elegantly, drinking tea, while her three friends chatted about their next adventure.


    Mixarnt walked up to her innocently and asked, "Hey, very beautiful lady with big breasts, can you tell me where the slimes are located???"


    Elyssia¡¯s eyes locked onto Mixarnt, her usual polite demeanor replaced by a sharp, icy glare. Her three companions, all experienced adventurers, stopped their conversation, intrigued by Mixarnt¡¯s bold question.


    "Excuse me?" Elyssia¡¯s voice was sweet but carried a cold edge. "Did you really just speak to me like that?"


    She set her tea down, her slender fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. "I¡¯d suggest you avoid using such rude language, especially when talking to someone like me. It doesn¡¯t make you look good." The other adventurers watched intently, their reactions mixed¡ªsome amused, others clearly disapproving. It was clear Elyssia¡¯s reputation was well-known, and her patience for Mixarnt¡¯s lack of manners was running thin.


    "Oh... I guess you don¡¯t know, huh? I asked you because I thought you looked knowledgeable," Mixarnt said. Elyssia¡¯s party was stunned. Mixarnt completely ignored her earlier reprimand and instead interpreted her words as an excuse for not knowing the slimes¡¯ location.


    Embarrassed and blushing, Elyssia finally answered Mixarnt¡¯s question.


    Elyssia¡¯s cheeks turned bright red as she realized Mixarnt had misunderstood her scolding as a challenge to his knowledge rather than a correction of his rude behavior. She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "The slimes are in the Whispering Woods, not far from here," she said, her voice steady despite her embarrassment. "But be careful¡ªthey might be a challenge for someone with your... limited experience." Her companions exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of amusement and mild concern. They found Mixarnt¡¯s boldness entertaining but also a bit troubling, given his lack of social awareness. Elyssia, meanwhile, seemed torn between her responsibility to give accurate information and her growing irritation with Mixarnt¡¯s blunt manner.


    "Oh, thanks, beautiful lady with a nice rack!" Mixarnt said with an innocent grin as he ran out of the guild.


    "H-hey, wait... and... he¡¯s gone." Arthur watched Mixarnt dash off, a mix of exasperation and affection on his face. "That kid¡¯s got more energy than a pack of wild foxes," he remarked, shaking his head in amusement. "I¡¯ve never seen anyone so carefree yet so determined to leave an impression¡ªwhether good or bad." Mika, who had been watching the scene with a bemused expression, let out a soft laugh. "He¡¯s definitely... unique," she said, her tone carrying a hint of admiration. "I can¡¯t deny there¡¯s something charming about his innocence and eagerness to learn."


    Arthur nodded in agreement, a twinkle in his eye. "Aye, he¡¯s got potential, that one. He just needs to learn a thing or two about diplomacy and subtlety." He paused, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Maybe we should start him on some etiquette lessons, eh, Mika?" Arthur then turned to Elyssia and said with a laugh, "What about you, beautiful lady with a huge rack?" He clearly found it hilarious that Mixarnt had given the ice mage Elyssia, who was the same Sapphire rank as him, such a nickname.


    Elyssia¡¯s face turned bright red at Arthur¡¯s teasing, her hands clenching into fists as she struggled to control her rising anger. The other adventurers burst into laughter at Arthur¡¯s joke, the lighthearted mood returning as Elyssia¡¯s usual composure fell apart.


    "Funny, Arthur, really funny," she snapped, her icy magic flickering with barely contained frustration. "Maybe if you put half as much effort into adventuring as you do into teasing, your so-called ''legendary status'' might actually mean something."


    Elyssia stood up abruptly, leaving her tea behind, and stormed toward the exit without looking back. Her three companions quickly gathered their things, whispering and stifling giggles as they followed the annoyed ice mage, leaving Arthur and Mika laughing behind them.


    Arthur wiped tears from his eyes, struggling to catch his breath between fits of laughter.

 Chapter 17 Random Battles & Loots

    Mixarnt headed north, where he encountered and easily defeated numerous vine monsters. He continued exploring, searching for the Whispering Woods. Five days passed, and he was still lost.


    "Damnit! That beautiful, busty lady said the Whispering Woods were near Caspade, but she never told me the direction!" Mixarnt grumbled as he killed a wild boar and some goblins, collecting their loot and storing it in his dimensional pocket before moving on.


    Over the past five days, Mixarnt had killed 300 goblins, 200 vine monsters, 50 forest orcs, 300 wild boars, and 150 forest wolves. The monsters had become so scared of him that they started avoiding him altogether.


    On the sixth day, Mixarnt returned to the guild. When Mika saw him enter, she choked on her drink. He was covered in blood, dirt, and his clothes were torn, but he seemed unhurt¡ªthough he looked disappointed as he dragged three huge sacks of loot behind him. As he pulled the massive sacks of loot, Mika¡¯s expression shifted between amazement and worry. "Good heavens, Mixarnt, what happened out there?" she asked, putting her drink down and hurrying to help him. "You look like you¡¯ve been through a war!"


    "Slime..." Mixarnt muttered. "Uh, pardon? Slime?" Mika asked, confused. Mixarnt cleared his throat and explained, "For the past five days, I¡¯ve been looking for the Whispering Woods to kill a slime." Arthur, Mika, and the other adventurers were stunned. The Whispering Woods was literally just outside the south gate¡ªand Mixarnt had gotten completely lost.


    A comedic silence fell over the guild hall as everyone processed Mixarnt¡¯s confession. Arthur¡¯s jaw dropped in disbelief, while Mika¡¯s face twisted into a mix of amusement and frustration. "You... you¡¯ve been wandering around for five days, killing everything in sight, and you couldn¡¯t even find the Whispering Woods?" Arthur asked, his voice rising in disbelief. "They¡¯re literally right outside the south gate!" Mixarnt shifted awkwardly under the stares, his earlier confidence fading. "Well, I mean... I didn¡¯t know exactly where to look," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. "And besides, I got a lot of good loot out of it!" The other adventurers, who had been watching the scene with a mix of amusement and irritation, started chiming in with their own jokes and criticisms at Mixarnt¡¯s expense.


    "Also!" Mixarnt, still covered in grime and blood, approached Elyssia¡¯s table. She was sipping tea, though clearly stunned by his earlier admission about getting lost. "It¡¯s all your fault, very sexy beautiful woman with huge racks! You said the slimes are in the Whispering Woods, but you never told me the direction!" Mixarnt said, annoyed. Elyssia felt a flicker of irritation but remained calm and composed, though she couldn¡¯t help but pout slightly at his blunt accusation.


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    Elyssia stayed calm, her icy demeanor hiding the slight annoyance that made her cheeks flush. She set her teacup down and looked at Mixarnt with a mix of exasperation and mild disdain.


    "Oh, so now you¡¯re blaming me for your own mistakes?" she asked, her voice sweet but sharp. "I clearly said the slimes were in the Whispering Woods, not that you needed directions to find them. Maybe if you¡¯d paid more attention, you wouldn¡¯t be covered in dirt and looking so... battered."


    Elyssia¡¯s companions, who had been watching the exchange closely, struggled to hide their smirks at Mixarnt¡¯s misfortune. The poor adventurer, still smelling of battle and covered in grime, looked like he might collapse under the weight of their teasing.


    "What do you mean battered!? I have no wounds¡ªlook! I¡¯m just covered in blood and grime¡ªwoah!" Mixarnt said as he stepped forward, only to trip over a table leg and fall onto Elyssia. Her eyes widened, and she let out a squeal of disgust.


    Arthur¡¯s jaw dropped, Mika¡¯s eyes widened in shock, and the other adventurers stared in stunned silence, unsure how to react to the chaotic scene. Mixarnt, meanwhile, lay on top of Elyssia, his face a mix of confusion and panic as he realized what had just happened.


    Mixarnt lifted his head from Elyssia¡¯s chest, now smeared with dirt, grime, and blood. She was beyond annoyed, glaring at the boy. "Whoops. Sorry, beautiful sexy lady with big... uh, knockers. I tripped. It was an accident," the 11-year-old Mixarnt said with a grin, scratching his head sheepishly.


    Elyssia¡¯s annoyance boiled over as she glared up at Mixarnt, her face a picture of icy fury. "An accident?" she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "You call this an accident? You clumsy idiot, you¡¯ve ruined my dress and probably my dignity too!"


    With surprising strength for her small frame, she shoved Mixarnt off her, sending him tumbling to the floor. Elyssia stood up, her movements sharp and controlled, despite the glaring stain now covering her chest. Arthur and Mika exchanged a worried look, sensing the tension in the room. The other adventurers shifted uncomfortably; their earlier amusement replaced by a nervous silence.


    "You might be a decent fighter, kid," Elyssia said, her eyes locked on Mixarnt, "but your clumsiness is on a whole other level."


    "Hey, it¡¯s not my fault your reflexes are as slow as a sloth when I tripped!" Mixarnt said. Elyssia, too annoyed to respond, just let out an exasperated "Ugghh! Grrr!" before turning away. She stomped off with heavy footsteps, heading back to her room to take a bath and wash off the mess.


    Arthur and Mika watched Elyssia leave, feeling both concerned and amused. They knew how tense things could get between the fiery ice mage and the bold young adventurer.


    "Well, that went smoothly," Arthur said with a sarcastic chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "Guess we won¡¯t be seeing much of Lady Elyssia for a while."


    Mika gave him a warning look before turning her attention to Mixarnt. "Maybe you should work on your coordination before you have any more... close encounters with the ladies," Mika said dryly, her tone a mix of exasperation and amusement.


    "Hmm... You think so, Mika? Oh, right! I haven¡¯t finished the slime quest yet, but I want to sell all the loot I¡¯ve collected over the past five days," Mixarnt said, opening the three giant sacks of loot.


    Inside were:


    200 goblin necklaces


    100 high goblin necklaces


    3 goblin king crowns


    1 goblin king axe


    200 quality vines


    50 forest orc hides


    1 forest orc leader hide


    300 wild boar hides and meat


    150 forest wolf hides


    All the items ranged from rare to ultra-rare quality.

 Chapter 18 A Pebble Among Diamonds

    Mika''s eyes widened in shock as Mixarnt dumped the contents of three massive sacks onto the guild counter. A dazzling collection of rare and ultra-rare loot spilled out, enough to make even veteran adventurers jealous.


    "By the gods, Mixarnt! Where did you get all this?" she gasped, her fingers hovering over the treasure. "These are high-tier drops from some of the toughest monsters in the forest!" Arthur let out a low whistle. "Looks like the kid''s been busy," he said, shaking his head. "I''ve spent months farming for some of these, and he just waltzes in with them after five days?" Other adventurers gathered around, murmuring in awe. Words like "legendary" and "unbelievable" spread through the guild as they stared at Mixarnt¡¯s unbelievable haul.


    "Huh? What¡¯s the big deal? I just kept killing and looting for five days straight in the northern part of town," Mixarnt said casually. The room fell silent as the adventurers stared at him, shocked. They all knew the monsters beyond the northern gate were incredibly strong, yet Mixarnt spoke as if it were nothing. It slowly sank in¡ªhe had been fighting nonstop, only pausing to sleep and eat before diving back into battle. The sheer stamina and determination needed for such a feat were beyond reckless¡ªit was insane. What they didn¡¯t realize, however, was that Mixarnt¡¯s spirit weapon, combined with the land¡¯s ability to rapidly replenish his mana, made this seemingly impossible feat a reality.


    Arthur shook his head, both amazed and bewildered. "You fought high-level goblins, orc leaders, and wild beasts non-stop for five days?" he asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and admiration. "And you only slept when absolutely necessary? That¡¯s... completely insane, Mixarnt!" Mika, still sifting through the loot, looked up at him, equal parts fascinated and concerned. "How is that even possible? You¡¯re only 11! Even experienced adventurers would struggle to keep up with that pace!" The room buzzed with murmurs of agreement. What started as amusement quickly turned into quiet respect for the young prodigy standing before them.


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    Mixarnt blinked, taking a moment to process Mika¡¯s words. "Wait, really?!" he blurted out, completely shocked. Mika stared at him, dumbfounded. It was clear he had no idea just how insane his achievements were. With a sigh, she handed him the final total. "Three million gold, Mixarnt," she said, her voice carrying a mix of disbelief and amusement. "You¡¯ve earned a fortune that most adventurers wouldn¡¯t see in a lifetime." Mixarnt¡¯s eyes went wide, his jaw dropping. As the realization sank in, a huge grin spread across his face. "Whoa! Three million gold?! That¡¯s amazing! I can buy so many cool things now!" he cheered, practically bouncing with excitement. Arthur let out a booming laugh and clapped the boy on the back. "Congrats, kid! You really earned it!"


    "I can buy ice cream! And... meat!" Mixarnt cheered, his mouth watering at the thought. Mika and Arthur exchanged glances, realizing that despite his incredible feats, Mixarnt was still just a kid at heart. Just then, the guild master, an old dwarf, Enkin, stepped out of his office, whistling as he took in the mountain of loot. His sharp eyes scanned the piles of rare treasures before settling on Mixarnt. "Well, well," Enkin mused, crossing his arms. "A Pebble-ranked adventurer bringing in loot that even Emerald-ranked veterans would envy. Impressive." He stepped closer, running his fingers over a goblin king¡¯s crown among the spoils. After a moment, he let out a thoughtful hum. "As remarkable as this is, I can¡¯t promote you just yet, Mixarnt. None of this was done through official guild quests," he explained. Arthur and Mika shared a knowing look. They understood the rules, but it was hard not to admire the boy¡¯s raw talent.


    "It''s okay! I don¡¯t want a rank increase yet since I haven¡¯t even completed a quest. Alright, I¡¯ll go hunt some slimes!" Mixarnt declared before dashing out of the guild. Arthur sighed, watching the boy disappear through the doors. "And... he''s gone again," he said with a chuckle. Mika shook her head, smiling. "That kid is unstoppable. I can barely keep up with him." Enkin, still examining the loot, nodded thoughtfully. "He¡¯s got incredible potential, but without proper guidance, his power could go to waste. The guild might not be prepared for someone like him."


    A quiet moment settled over the trio as they considered Mixarnt¡¯s future, each wondering what kind of adventurer he would become.

 Chapter 19 The Ice Princess鈥檚 Warmth

    For three days, Mixarnt was nowhere to be seen. On the fourth day, he finally returned, dragging five sacks of loot behind him. He was an absolute mess. Dried slime clung to his skin, mixing with the bloodstains and grime from his past battles. It was obvious he hadn¡¯t bathed in days. His shoes were gone, his pants were so shredded they barely resembled shorts, and his shirt was completely missing. As he stepped into the guild, the room fell silent for a moment before erupting into murmurs of shock and amusement. Arthur stared at him, jaw slack with disbelief. "By the gods, kid... what the hell happened to you?"


    "I finished the slime quest," Mixarnt said, casually placing the now slime-covered quest paper onto the reception desk. Mika grimaced at the slimy mess but took the paper anyway, marking the quest as completed.


    Arthur eyed the large sacks suspiciously. "So¡­ what''s in the bags?" he asked, and the other adventurers leaned in, eager to hear the answer. "Slime stones. And high-grade slime stones. 500 of each," Mixarnt said nonchalantly.


    The guild fell silent.


    Arthur blinked. "Wait¡­ you¡¯re telling me you collected 1,000 slime stones in just a few days?" Mika hesitated before carefully opening one of the sacks, her hands shaking slightly. As she peeked inside, her eyes widened in disbelief.


    "This¡­ this is unreal," she muttered.


    The other adventurers crowded around, their murmurs growing into a buzz of excitement.


    "The quest didn¡¯t specify how many slimes to kill¡­ so I just kept going and, uh¡­ I think I killed around 2,000," Mixarnt admitted, looking away with a guilty expression. Mika nearly collapsed in disbelief. The quest was meant for beginners, requiring them to kill just one slime¡ªyet Mixarnt had wiped out an entire population as if he held a personal grudge against them. The guild hall fell silent for a moment before an eruption of laughter shook the room. Adventurers clutched their sides, barely able to process the absurdity of what they had just heard. Arthur, however, remained frozen, staring at Mixarnt like he had just confessed to destroying an entire species. "Two thousand slimes? Mixarnt¡­ that''s not just overkill¡ªthat¡¯s a full-blown slime massacre!"


    Mixarnt gulped, suddenly realizing the extent of his actions. Wondering if he had actually driven slimes to extinction in Caspade?


    "...I didn''t think about the consequences," Mixarnt mumbled, his voice barely audible. "I just kept killing them¡­ one after another¡­ until there were none left." Arthur sighed, his stern expression softening as he placed a reassuring hand on Mixarnt¡¯s shoulder. "It''s alright, kid. We all make mistakes. What matters is that you learn from them." Mika, still catching her breath from laughing, finally straightened up. "Well, you definitely learned that the hard way," she teased. "Next time, maybe just¡­ stick to the quest requirements, yeah?" She shot him a playful wink.


    Despite the absurdity of the situation, Arthur couldn''t help but smirk. "You know, Mixarnt, even if you didn''t mean to¡­ you''ve single-handedly wiped out the slimes in Caspade. That''s something, at least." Mixarnt nodded, feeling a mix of guilt, relief, and a newfound determination to be more careful next time.


    Guild Master Enkin, a renowned dwarf, stepped out of his office to inspect Mixarnt¡¯s haul. He stroked his beard, nodding in approval. "Not bad¡­ not bad at all. This lot should be worth around 100,000 gold. That brings your total bank balance to 3.1 million gold." He smirked. "Why not take a break? Your clothes are in tatters, and you look like you haven¡¯t bathed in ten days."


    Mixarnt¡¯s eyes widened at the mention of his growing fortune. "Three million, one hundred thousand gold?!" he echoed in disbelief. "That''s insane!" As the realization sank in, he finally took note of his disheveled state¡ªdried slime, dirt, and days of battle grime covering him from head to toe. Running a hand through his messy hair, he cringed at the filth clinging to his skin. "Y-yeah¡­ maybe I should clean up first," Mixarnt admitted with a sheepish grin. "A bath sounds amazing right now."


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    Arthur, still chuckling at the sight of him, clapped Mixarnt on the back. "You heard the man, kid. Go get yourself cleaned up."


    Mixarnt finally took a bath, but he wasn¡¯t alone. With a sigh, Mika took it upon herself to wash him, knowing that as an 11-year-old, he might not clean himself properly. "Thanks, big sis Mika¡­ yawn..." Mixarnt mumbled sleepily.


    Mika paused, realizing just how exhausted he was. His excitement for adventuring had kept him going for days, but at the cost of proper rest¡ªsomething crucial for a growing boy. "Sleepy, huh?" she asked, her voice soft with concern. "You¡¯ve barely had any real rest, haven¡¯t you? Adventuring is fun, but even heroes need sleep." Mixarnt nodded, his eyelids growing heavy as he leaned against Mika. "I guess¡­ I got carried away¡­" he murmured before dozing off.


    After his bath, Mixarnt wandered into the guild hall wearing pajamas. The moment the adventurers saw him, they burst into laughter¡ªnot out of mockery, but amusement. Seeing an 11-year-old, sleepy and dressed in pajamas, walking into a place filled with rugged warriors was an unusual but endearing sight. Even Arthur, usually composed, couldn''t hold back a chuckle. Mixarnt, too tired to care, simply plopped down at the nearest table¡ªunaware that someone was already sitting there. He blinked drowsily as his eyes landed on Elyssia. "E-Elyssia?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing here?" Elyssia, usually cold and distant, softened slightly at the sight of the pajama-clad boy struggling to stay awake. A faint smile tugged at her lips. "Just enjoying a moment of peace," she replied.


    "Are you still mad about the accident?" Mixarnt asked Elyssia with a yawn as Mika placed a bowl of steaming soup, fresh bread, and a glass of milk in front of him. For a brief moment, Elyssia¡¯s expression darkened, a flicker of irritation flashing in her eyes. But just as quickly, she sighed and shook her head. "No, Mixarnt. It was just an accident. There''s no point in holding onto it." As the rich aroma of the food reached him, Mixarnt¡¯s stomach growled loudly, making Mika chuckle. Elyssia glanced at the meal, a hint of envy creeping into her voice. "That looks really good. You must be starving after everything." Without hesitation, Mixarnt eagerly dug in, slurping his soup and tearing into the bread like he hadn¡¯t eaten in days. The guild hall filled with the sounds of his enthusiastic eating, making the adventurers smile in amusement.


    As Mixarnt ate, his eyes slowly drooped shut. Elyssia watched as his pace slowed until, finally, he dozed off mid-bite, a piece of bread still hanging from his mouth. Despite her earlier irritation, she couldn¡¯t help but recall the time he had fallen asleep on her lap without asking. Seeing him like this¡ªpeaceful and unguarded¡ªmade it hard to stay mad. A small, warm smile tugged at her lips. "I forgive you," she murmured softly. "Since you actually called me by my name today." Mixarnt, now deep in sleep, remained oblivious to her words. Meanwhile, Elyssia¡¯s three companions stared in shock. They had never seen her smile at anyone with such tenderness before. They had known the Ice Mage for years but had never seen this softer, more caring side of her.


    The tenderness Elyssia felt for him surprised her, warming her usually icy heart. "He really does bring out the best in us, doesn¡¯t he?" Mika said thoughtfully, her eyes on Mixarnt¡¯s sleeping figure. Arthur nodded, his expression reflective. "There¡¯s something about his pure, unguarded nature that even puts the toughest of us at ease." Elyssia¡¯s gaze returned to Mixarnt. She reached out with a slender finger and gently brushed the crumb from his lips.


    The reason the guild members¡ªexcept for Arthur¡ªfelt uneasy whenever Mixarnt annoyed Elyssia or called her "a sexy, beautiful, busty woman" was simple: everyone knew she was a princess of the Naeva Kingdom.


    At just 18 years old, Elyssia had already mastered ice magic and was on the verge of earning the prestigious title of Ice Wizard. Her presence commanded respect, and even the most seasoned adventurers tread carefully around her. Arthur, however, remained unfazed. Unlike the others, he saw beyond her royal status. Watching as Elyssia gently pulled the forgotten piece of bread from Mixarnt¡¯s mouth, he smirked slightly.


    "Don''t let the title fool you," he murmured. "Underneath it all, she''s still just a person¡ªone with feelings, just like the rest of us." Mika and the other adventurers exchanged glances, the tension in the room easing as they silently acknowledged the truth in his words.


    "Can you stop teasing me?" Elyssia said as she stood up. She glanced at Mixarnt, still asleep on the table, and wondered if she should take him to her room to rest, knowing how much he seemed to like her thighs.


    "Don¡¯t worry about Mixarnt. I¡¯ll take him to his room later," Mika said with a smile, completely unaware of Elyssia¡¯s thoughts.


    Elyssia¡¯s cheeks flushed at Mika¡¯s reassurance, a mix of relief and embarrassment washing over her. While she had grown used to Mixarnt¡¯s affection, the idea of having him in her private quarters¡ªeven just to sleep¡ªsent a strange thrill through her. As if sensing her inner conflict, Mixarnt stirred in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible. Elyssia¡¯s gaze returned to him, her resolve softening by the second. "Just to be safe, I¡¯ll keep an eye on him," Elyssia said quietly. "In case he wakes up during the night."


    Mika nodded, misunderstanding Elyssia¡¯s true intentions. "Sounds good. I trust you to watch over him. We¡¯ll handle the evening tasks and meet you back here tomorrow."


    In Elyssia¡¯s room, she laid Mixarnt on her bed. She then undressed, as she always slept naked to help herself relax. Sliding under the covers, she embraced Mixarnt, his face resting on her chest. Elyssia giggled softly, wondering if Mixarnt had a preference for women with larger breasts, given how often he called her a "beautiful sexy lady with a nice rack."


    Mixarnt, completely unaware of what was happening, instinctively embraced Elyssia and rested peacefully against her. As he slept, he whispered the word, "Mom..."


    Elyssia, lost in her thoughts, barely noticed the whispered word at first. But when she did, her heart skipped a beat at the unexpected intimacy of the moment. The way he sought comfort in her presence stirred something deep within her.


    As she gently stroked his hair, Elyssia felt a wave of maternal affection, mixed with the beginnings of a more primal attraction.

 Chapter 20 Pajama Warrior

    Elyssia stepped out of her room, the fresh scent of lavender and rose petals lingering around her. Her long silver hair was neatly styled, and she wore a flowing, elegant blue gown that highlighted her striking beauty as a mage. She moved with grace and poise, her footsteps silent on the guild¡¯s polished floors.


    As she entered the guild hall, her companions turned to greet her with warm smiles. Mika raised a cup of steaming tea in a cheerful salute, while Arthur gestured to the empty seat beside him.


    "Good morning, Elyssia," Mika said brightly. "Sleep well?" Elyssia took her seat, the plush cushion molding to her slender frame. "Yes, thank you. Though I did have an unexpected guest in my bed last night," she replied casually.


    Her companions exchanged knowing glances, well aware of the unique bond between Elyssia and Mixarnt. Arthur leaned in, his tone playful and teasing. "Well, you did say you wanted to keep an eye on the kid," Arthur said with a grin, sliding a quest paper in front of her.


    "It¡¯s finally here. Look¡ªKaelzar is now an S-rank criminal. After our last encounter with him, he destroyed and terrorized seven villages, even though they had Obsidian to Amethyst-rank adventurers guarding them. They didn¡¯t stand a chance. This guy needs to be stopped. The Kingdom of Naeva has also put a special bounty on him..." Arthur explained, knowing full well that Elyssia was a princess of the Naeva Kingdom.


    Elyssia¡¯s eyes scanned the quest sheet, her brow furrowing as she read the horrifying details of Kaelzar¡¯s rampage. Seven defenseless villages had been destroyed, leaving countless innocent lives shattered. The sheer scale of the devastation sent a chill down her spine.


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    When her gaze met Arthur¡¯s, a steely determination filled her. "This monster must be brought to justice, no matter what it takes," she declared. As a princess of the Naeva Kingdom, the suffering of her people weighed heavily on her. She understood better than anyone the importance of protecting her realm from threats like Kaelzar. "We¡¯ll need to put together a team strong enough to take on an S-rank criminal," Elyssia said, her mind already racing with plans. "Mika, Arthur, we¡¯ll need additional members with the skills of at least Emerald rank or higher."


    By noon, Mixarnt woke up feeling hungry. As he entered the guild hall, he noticed that only a few adventurers were around. Arthur and Elyssia were nowhere to be seen. "Morning¡­" he mumbled, still groggy, wearing the pajamas Mika had given him. A few adventurers glanced his way, some offering nods of acknowledgment, while others simply observed him with curiosity.


    Mika approached with a warm smile. "Arthur and Elyssia are out handling some mission planning. They won¡¯t be back until late tonight." she explained. "In the meantime, why don¡¯t you grab some lunch and take it easy? You¡¯ve earned it." Mixarnt nodded, his stomach growling in response. The mouthwatering aroma of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the air, guiding him straight to the kitchen.


    As Mixarnt ate, he realized he only had one set of clothes, and they were completely ruined. No wonder Mika had given him pajamas.


    "I should buy some clothes¡­ I don¡¯t want to be called the Pajama Warrior," he muttered, picturing himself fighting monsters in sleepwear.


    The thought made him chuckle, but he knew he needed proper gear.


    Mika, overhearing him, smirked. "Good idea. A warrior should at least look the part. Arthur can help you pick something cooler later once he returns. For now, just buy something nice." As he finished his meal, Mika suggested visiting the local tailor. "Come on, I¡¯ll help you find something decent. We can¡¯t have the Pajama Warrior legend spreading too far," she teased, leading him toward the guild¡¯s rear entrance.


    "H-hey, stop calling me that," Mixarnt said with a blush, making a "shhh" gesture that made Mika giggle as they walked out of the guild through the rear entrance. Mixarnt felt embarrassed walking through town in just his pajamas while holding a sword.


    "Mom, look! A kid in pajamas holding a sword!" a child exclaimed. Her mother giggled and teased, "That boy must be the Pajama Warrior." The daughter¡¯s eyes sparkled with excitement, while Mixarnt only felt more embarrassed.

 Chapter 21 New Clothes

    As they walked through the busy streets of Caspade Town, Mixarnt¡¯s cheeks burned with embarrassment at the attention his pajama-clad appearance and sword drew. Children pointed and laughed, while their parents exchanged amused looks.


    "This is exactly what I meant about the ''Pajama Warrior'' myth spreading," Mika teased, trying to hold back her laughter. "Maybe we should start selling ''Pajama Warrior'' t-shirts and cash in on your fame." Mixarnt shot her a glare, his embarrassment growing. "Shut up, Mika! This isn¡¯t funny at all!"


    Despite his discomfort, the two eventually reached the tailor¡¯s shop, a cozy little place tucked between a bakery and an apothecary. The sign above the door read Finest Fabrics & Embroideries, hinting at the high-quality craftsmanship inside.


    Mika pushed the door open and led Mixarnt into the dimly lit shop


    "Uhm... I want some clothes... a normal white shirt, green pants, and some light shoes that offer protection but aren¡¯t too heavy for a boy like me," Mixarnt said with a grin.


    Mika nodded, agreeing with Mixarnt¡¯s practical choice. "Since wearing armor at your age would be too heavy, it¡¯s better to focus on mobility so you can dodge attacks," she said. Mixarnt agreed¡ªhe wasn¡¯t a fan of armor or anything heavy weighing him down.


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    The tailor, a portly man with a bushy white beard, greeted Mixarnt and Mika warmly. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he listened to the young adventurer¡¯s requests. "Ah, an aspiring hero looking to upgrade his wardrobe! Let¡¯s see what we can do," he said, rummaging through a collection of fine fabrics. He showed Mixarnt several options: soft, breathable cotton shirts in various colors, sturdy leather belts and pants in earthy tones, and lightweight, flexible boots with hidden steel toes and heels for extra protection.


    As Mixarnt looked through the items, he noticed a pair of dark green pants with intricate leaf and vine embroidery. The material was light yet durable, perfect for someone who needed to move quickly.


    "These look great! What do you think, Mika?" Mixarnt asked, holding the pants up to check the fit. Mika nodded in approval. "Excellent choice!" Mixarnt grinned proudly, his chest puffed out in victory.


    Dressed in his new outfit, Mixarnt¡¯s eyes sparkled with excitement. The stretchy trousers fit comfortably, the soft white cotton shirt felt great, and the sturdy boots gave him a confident stance. Tying his messy long hair into a ponytail, his deep blue eyes became even more noticeable. "Alright, I¡¯m all set! Hehe!" Mixarnt said with a grin. Mika chuckled at his enthusiasm. "You clean up nicely, Pajama Warrior. Maybe we should start calling you the Stylish Adventurer instead." Mixarnt annoyed but kept smiling. "Call me whatever you want, but I¡¯m never giving up these comfy trousers for a pajama!"


    Mixarnt and Mika left the shop, with Mixarnt playfully swinging his wooden sword as they walked. Mika giggled, amused by his carefree energy. "Mika, I¡¯ll race you to the guild! Haha!" Mixarnt suddenly shouted, dashing off.


    Mika laughed, shaking her head before sprinting after him. "Oh, you¡¯re on, Pajama Warrior! But don¡¯t think I¡¯ll let you win that easily!" Mixarnt ran full speed, his wooden sword bouncing against his leg. As the guild came into view, he pushed himself faster, leaping through the entrance with a triumphant cheer. Mika arrived just moments later, breathing heavily but grinning. "Not bad, Mix," she said, patting his back. "You won this time, but I¡¯ll be ready for round two." Mixarnt puffed out his chest proudly. "Heh, bring it on!"