Description World Domination System

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     Host Status: Near-death

     Current Goal: Survive

     Overall Goal: Dominate and Conquer the world!]

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     601 The Third Seal End

      When Daneel woke up, he had such a splitting headache that he could only continue to lie on the ground, clutching his head and waiting, or at least hoping for it to subside before getting up.

     His eyes remained closed, as he knew that opening them to let light in would only make it worse.

     Right now, it felt as if his head had been dumped in water until just the moment before he would have drowned, and that this had happened so many times that that constant feeling of drowning was always with him.

     Of course, he knew that all this was because he had allowed himself to be battered senseless by hundreds of years of memories, even knowing that he would not be able to remember any of it after waking up.

     True enough, even trying to think of everything he had seen caused the headache to flare up, resulting in him only catching a few glimpses and flashes of images and words that were all just jumbled into an incomprehensible mishmash of nonsense right now.

     Thankfully… he had placed his hopes on something much more reliable.

     "System, have you recorded all of the memories?"

     [Affirmative. Memories recorded. Analysis underway. Due to the sheer volume of the memories, deep analysis is expected to take a prolonged period of time.]

     As he heard this, Daneel burst out laughing with happiness, and if anyone could see him now-lying on the floor on his stomach while clutching his head with an expression of extreme joy that was mixed with pain, they would definitely think that the King of Lanthanor had gone mad.

     After laughing himself hoarse, Daneel finally struggled to reach a wall, which he leaned on as he asked the other all-important question.

     "System, replay the announcement that I missed."

     Indeed, completely captivated by the third seal, Daneel had ignored this announcement which had sounded in his head as soon as that news about the golden light had reached him.

     He had known that they would be there whenever he wanted to go through them, so he had focused on that matter. Now that it had concluded, it was time to view what he had obtained from the system by reaching the threshold of satisfaction level.

     Even before, he had seen this coincidence where the threshold of satisfaction level that the Emperor had set down had matched with those that were present in the system. In fact, this had even led him to the absurd idea that the system might be somehow connected to the Emperor, but after talking to the man, Daneel could tell that this was not the case, even though he did not have confirmation.

     Of course, now that he had the full memories of the Emperor, that would be answered, but he would have to wait for the analysis to finish.

     Also, there was the question of whether his transmigration was also in some way connected to the Emperor, but even this would have to wait until the system was done analyzing those memories.

     So, Daneel just sat back and looked forward to finding out how much EXP he had gained through that elaborate and meticulous plan that he had spun against Arnold the Empire spirit.

     [Satisfaction Level: 62%

     Dissatisfaction Level: 28%

     Milestone Reached. 250,000 EXP awarded.

     Next Milestone: 80% Satisfaction Level.

     Award: 1,250,000 EXP

     Total EXP: 482,000 EXP]

     YES!

     Daneel had already guessed that this would be the case, but hearing it still made him ecstatic.

     Also, the trend had continued – with each threshold so far, the reward had increased by five times and the same had happened again, resulting in the award for the 80% satisfaction level, which Daneel don't even know how he would obtain after having had to go through so much just to barely pass the 60% threshold, having an award which blew his mind.

     The cost for the next upgrade to the system, which would allow it to reach hero level, had already been given to him – it was 1 million EXP, and at the time, it had seemed like an unreachable number. Yet, now, with this award, that didn't seem so at all.

     Also, Daneel knew that there was even more EXP to be earned when the Alliance with the Black Raven Kingdom was finalized. He had used 15,000 EXP to purchase the advanced tool which allowed the system to scan a much larger area around Daneel for satisfaction level, and that was why this had become possible even though the Black Raven Kingdom hadn't allied with Lanthanor officially yet. Even last time, that step had been essential before the system gave him those oh so sweet achievements.

     One last thing which Daneel did reflect upon was that he hadn't gotten the continuation achievement for "Empire Spirit Reaper".

     Yet, Daneel just attributed this to the fact that he had only put Arnold to sleep after destroying half of his consciousness, unlike in the case of the Empire Spirit in the Kingdom of the Elves which had ceased to exist due to his machinations.

     So, the next main step that he would have to take was to go back to the Black Raven Kingdom and browbeat that Council into announcing the allowance.

     Only, before that… There was one last thing to do here.

     Although the headache was still there, Daneel struggled to get up as he had to reach somewhere.

     He failed. Even the simple effort of trying to get up hurt too much, but the enticement was too strong. Leaving behind all dignity, Daneel crawled on the floor and reached the center of the room, where the other ultimate award was waiting for him.

     The stone pedestal, with all that precious, high-level knowledge.

     As soon as Daneel laid a hand on it, he heard Drakos speak in his head.

     "Congratulations, Young King! I am truly honored to have found someone like you who – "

     "Drakos, no offense, but please cut the crap and just give me everything behind the third seal."

     A moment of silence followed, after which the Ancient Dragon said, "As you wish."

     The tone of the Empire Spirit made Daneel realize that he hadn't actually thought this through.

     So, when another flood of information collided with his consciousness and amplified the pain he was feeling to over 10 times of what it had been before, Daneel screamed out loud before promptly fainting again.

     And this time, the last thing he heard was a very subtle chuckle, and if it hadn't been for what he had noticed in the Ancient Dragon's tone before, he wouldn't even have been able to guess that this Empire Spirit, which was supposed to be so innocent, was capable of taking revenge in this way.

     …

     Meanwhile, Faxul was sitting on his throne in the Black Raven Kingdom, conversing with the members of the Council who were all arguing amongst themselves regarding what they were supposed to do next.

     Elanev had finally been allowed to give up the role of acting like Faxul, and he had jokingly said that it was quite addicting. At that time, Faxul had been tempted to say that Daneel's aim was to make all the members of the Council of Nine Sovereigns rulers of some force of the other, but he refrained himself as it was his friend's plan to announce.

     Just like he had been doing for the last 10 minutes, Faxul continuously tried to reach Daneel, but when each and every communication attempt failed, all he could do was wonder what was up, while trying to not let this opportunity that they had worked so hard for to pass away from them.

     After all, it was always best to strike when the iron was hot, and right now, most of the Council were still bewildered that the connection ceremony had actually happened in the first place.

     Yet, already, some of them had started to refute it using dumb arguments such as that the connection ceremony was invalid as a sitting King was already present on the throne.

     Faxul had already guessed that there would be such people who did not want an outsider to rule them even though the citizens wanted it – all of these people were those who had been in power for a long time, and had thus gotten used to the old ways.

     Even though those ways are constantly changing, they were just not ready to move on, and the only blessing was that there seemed to be enough people who had also recognized the sheer amount of support that Daneel had among the common populace.

     Yet, these views could be changed, and although he and Daneel could still force the Alliance onto the Council, it would result in a lot of friction that would only bring problems in the long run.

     So, after once again sending a message and receiving no response, Faxul announced, "This meeting is adjourned. Don't all of you have duties to get to? Instead of using this time to idly think about things which cannot be decided by yourselves anyway, I charge all of you with quieting down each and every segment of the Army and making sure that they know that whatever happened will not repeat. When you're done with that, I want you to go hold small gatherings in all the major towns where you use your authority to calm down the people, too. Keep doing this until I summon you all again. Got it?"

     Ever since the baptism, Faxul had adopted a certain measure of authority that made his orders carry a tone that could not be defied. This thankfully kicked into action right now, as most of the Council nodded in reply before seeing him disappear from his place.

     This was a good tactic to delay them, but it would only do that – delay the inevitable.

     In the meantime, he had to find Daneel and get him to the Black Raven Kingdom as soon as possible.

     After thinking for a bit, he contacted Kellor to find out the last message that had been relayed to the king. On discovering that this was regarding their academy, he was slightly startled, but he proceeded to go to the library where there were so many memories of theirs.

     Here, he walked up to the secret room whose formations were still open as Daneel hadn't bothered to reactivate them after passing through as he had been too excited. Still, the system was actively monitoring everything, and it would have stopped any threat. It only allowed Faxul to go through without any resistance after identifying him.

     As Faxul finally stepped inside this room and saw the stone pedestal, he realized what it was as he had seen the same kind of object before during their foray into the Ancient Black Raven's abode.

     Yet, the sight of the glorious King of Lanthanor, who would soon be in command of not one, not two, but three Kingdoms in the continent of Angaria, made him want to take out a communication eye and record this so that he could tease his friend using it later.

     Realizing that there was no need to hesitate, Faxul did so.

     The King was slumped over the pedestal, drooling freely from his mouth which had a lopsided smile on it, as if he was having a very pleasant dream. Occasionally, he would flinch as if that dream was being affected by nightmares, but each and every time, the smile would return.

     Done with the recording, Faxul went forward and started to shake Daneel, but receiving no reply, he got a bit worried before deciding to resort to extreme measures as time really was tight.

     If he had known that Daneel had actually entered into a dreamland filled with the memories that he had just experienced from the Emperor, he might have hesitated, but he just went ahead and did the thing that Daneel loved to do to others when he had to wake them up – a solid metal hammer came into existence right about the King's head, before dropping down and making him wake up with a startled expression on his face.

     At that moment, the King blurted out something that made Faxul question if something was wrong with his hearing.

     "Bleargh! Hero-level! Champion Paths! Bloodlines! 1000 year virgin!"

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     602 The Ultimate Jackpo

      After sputtering out those words, Daneel groggily looked around, before finally spotting Faxul who was looking at him with a very weird expression on his face.

     At first, he didn't understand why, but after remembering what he had just said, a blush crept into the King of Lanthanor's face, while he straightened himself and wiped the drool off of his mouth.

     The headache was manageable, as it looked like he had slept for 2 hours. Although it still felt as if someone were constantly dropping hammers on his head, it was much better compared to before, when he hadn't even been able to get up.

     Thinking about hammers, Daneel touched his forehead to find an imprint which was already healing, and in the air, he could see the remains of the spell that Faxul had just used to wake him up.

     Initially, on realizing what it was, Daneel was going to 'politely' ask his friend why he had resorted to that method, but after remembering how he had used the same before, when Faxul had fainted due to the bloodline awakening in his body, he put away the question and simply decided that he would just use the next opportunity to use not one, but two hammers.

     "1000 year virgin?"

     As Faxul asked this with one-eyebrow raised, Daneel turned to the side to hide his expression before blurting out, "Never mind that. What's up? Why're you here?"

     Although the memories were a mess, the one where that nickname had come from was clear.

     It was quite shocking that coincidentally, the Emperor had followed a similar path as him.

     Although they were differences in the ways they had obtained power, one thing did match: both of them had taken control of a single force first, before expanding to grow larger and larger.

     At that time…the Emperor had stood out as one of the only people who were in charge of a force, but didn't have a harem of at least 2 or 3 women.

     Even the women used to mock him, who typically had harems of men ranging from 2-100.

     Even then, his talent had been known among all, so he had been called the 'Thousand Year Virgin', to refer to their supposition that even if he lived to be a thousand years old, if he didn't change his ways, he would always be a virgin.

     This actually reminded Daneel of that moment with Senior Fists of Justice, when the latter had said that he was similar to Daneel in this matter.

     Daneel felt the pressure again, now, but he now knew that that old man…was wrong.

     The Emperor hadn't died a virgin.

     Daneel didn't know the details, yet, as the deep analysis wasn't done, but he could tell that this was the truth based on the overall view he had of the man's life.

     Deciding to reflect on that later, he waited for Faxul's answer.

     "Er…the Council, Daneel. Remember the plan? You have to come convince them."

     Daneel turned around with a start as he heard this. Indeed, right now, that was supposed to be going on, and he really hadn't expected that this trip to the stone pedestal would take so long.

     After all, who else but he would choose to do something like that during the vision?

     Nodding seriously, Daneel said, "Right. Go call for the meeting in 10 minutes. I'll be there."

     Faxul was initially about to confirm this, but seeing the furrowed eyebrows of his friend, he knew that he would be there.

     So, nodding, he teleported away, following which Daneel folded his arms behind his back and addressed the other issue that had been revealed to him before he had fainted.

     "Drakos…did you allow me to withstand that flood of information knowing that it would make me faint again? Did you do that for revenge because I was rude?"

     Daneel deeply respected the Ancient Dragon, but at that moment, he had just been a tad bit impatient. He couldn't even be blamed, as he had been looking forward to this for a long, long time.

     Still…the fact that the 'innocent' dragon had done this was quite surprising.

     After a few moments of silence, Drakos answered, knowing that he had nowhere to hide.

     "Umm…yes, Young King. I apologize. I don't know what came over me, but I felt that doing that would feel good. And it did. Afterward, I realized that it was wrong."

     Hearing this, the King of Lanthanor adopted a serious expression.

     The innocence of this Ancient Dragon was a very important matter, and it could not be ignored.

     Thinking for a bit, he asked, "Did you feel anything similar to how you felt before, when you were about to give in to your race's instincts of destruction?"

     After pausing for a few seconds, Drakos answered.

     "No, Young King. I promise that no such thing happened. It was more like…I imagined what you would do in that situation, and I just…did it."

     Daneel couldn't help but gape as he heard this.

     The Ancient Dragon…had been imitating him?!

     On Earth, there was a famous saying often used by the kind old lady who had raised him. She had had it read off of a newspaper by a gentleman who had visited the orphanage, and after mugging it up, she had always used to repeatedly say it even if it didn't fit the occasion.

     "Associate yourself with people of good quality, for it is better to be alone than in bad company."

     Here, Daneel was the bad influence who was slowly corrupting Drakos even though he had been trying not to expose the Ancient Dragon to too many of his schemes.

     Alas, most of his schemes had required for the Ancient Dragon to be present, and even in those cases, he had asked Drakos to go to sleep whenever the main event had been about to go down.

     Still, it looked like just a little bit of his scheming mind had seeped into Drakos, and Daneel had no idea whether this was a good thing or bad thing. If it brought him closer to that 'snap', then it was definitely terrifying, but if that was not the case, then Daneel wondered whether it was possible for the Ancient Dragon to unleash his true power by changing bit by bit, without completely snapping and turning into a bloodthirsty monster who craved destruction.

     Either way, Daneel was in no position to make a decision regarding this right now. So, regarding this, too, he decided to peruse the Emperor's memories when they were available to him.

     With this settled, he finally came to the goldmine waiting for him that he had had to crawl to to obtain.

     Taking a deep breath, he said, "System, give me the list of types of items received after breaking the third seal in order of importance as set by previous commands."

     It was the moment of truth, and Daneel felt like a little kid who was unwrapping his present during Christmas while hoping to all the Gods there were that his parents had bought him the gift that he had begged for.

     After hearing the answer from the system, he really did smile wide like a happy little kid.

     [Affirmative. Analysis has been put on hold as previous analysis task is already under progress, but categorization has been completed. Please note that this is a macro level categorization. List in order of host's preferences is as follows:

     1. Information regarding the Hero level, and how to reach it

     2. Information regarding all Bloodlines available in Angaria, and theories about how to obtain one even if one is not born in the line of the Godbeast

     3. An exhaustive list of High- and Medium-Tier Champion Paths

     4. Exhaustive list of Hero-level formations and spells

     5. Exhaustive list of Hero-level Fighter and Bloodline Techniques

     6. Speculations regarding the history of Angaria before the Empire by the Emperor, and miscellaneous data.]

     As he had 10 minutes, just for enjoyment's sake, Daneel asked the system to repeat this list 5 times.

     Each time he went over it, he beamed so happily that anyone would wonder just what the King had obtained that was making him so happy.

     If they knew that it was a treasure trove of information which basically made him the strongest person on this continent if he used it wisely, they would understand, and smile alongside him.

     At this moment, the main emotion that Daneel was feeling was…extreme relief, and a strong sense of expectation.

     Until now, in his journey on Angaria, for the most part, he had always been playing from an underdog position. Although he had used hard work to sometimes ensure that he was dominant, when he looked back, all he saw was a struggling ant in the face of individuals who were far more powerful than him.

     Now…that was no longer the case.

     True, he was still a Peak Warrior.

     But, he was now a Peak Warrior armed with such an extensive wealth of information that it would definitely put all of the Secret Archives of all the Big 4 to shame.

     If he was on Earth, this was basically like him being handed the launch codes for all the nukes on a planet. True, he still may be someone inconsequential, but that didn't mean that he didn't have ultimate power.

     Besides, with so many Champion Paths, Daneel was sure that he would choose his own, and break through to become a Champion soon enough.

     Even if that wasn't the case, even as a Warrior, he could use all these things to do anything he wished on this continent.

     Angaria was now his playground, and if he moved carefully, he was sure that he could achieve each and every thing that he wanted.

     The journey so far had continued in one way. From now, it would be different, and much more fun, as Daneel was now truly equipped to put the 'Domination' in 'World Domination'.

     The only thing that could result in his downfall…was if he got cocky. And from everything that Daneel had learned, he was sure that he wouldn't be a victim of that simple, yet powerful flaw that had seen the ruin of many, many before him.

     Taking another deep breath and holding it for a few moments to calm himself down, Daneel disappeared from Lanthanor.

     Following his instructions, Faxul had called for the Council again, and because they knew that the King of Lanthanor would be coming, varied emotions could be seen all around.

     Some looked forward to seeing him.

     Some loathed him, and wished that he would die on the way.

     And some were looking forward to using their dumb arguments to deprive him of what he deserved.

     Yet, all of these people stood up in shock, as they could never have expected that the King would enter in this way.

     His arrival was heralded by a loud and familiar 'SQUAWK', and when they looked out the window, they witnessed the King of Lanthanor riding in on the Protector Raven.

     It alighted in the middle of the Throne Room and menacingly looked all around, as if threatening them that if they even thought of opposing the one it had acknowledged, then they would be exposed to the true fury of the Almighty Black Raven.

     Since childhood, all of these old-timers had grown up revering their deity, and this living embodiment of their Almighty Black Raven whose wish was absolute.

     And now, when they saw this and realized what it meant…they all bowed without hesitation, as was their duty.

     Faxul was actually the most shocked. During their fight with the Black Raven Empire Spirit, the Protector Raven's consciousness had gotten gravely injured because Daneel had wrested control of it from the Empire Spirit, which had caused it harm. Since then, it had been in a coma.

     This was why Faxul had had to act like the Protector Raven before, during their fake connection ceremony.

     Yet, now…this was the real deal!

     How the hell was this possible? Even Drakos had given up, saying that only a Hero-level healing spell, which he didn't know, could save it!

     Before he could ask anything regarding this, though, Daneel did something which set the Alliance in stone and bypassed all the problems that they might have faced in one go.

     While they continued to kneel, he regally jumped off the Protector Raven and walked to Throne, which Faxul respectfully vacated.

     Sitting on it as if it was his right, he spoke in a tone that made almost everyone in the room feel a chill up their spine that made them shake in their boots.

     "Council of the Black Raven Kingdom. I have been acknowledged by your people. I have been acknowledged by your King. I have been acknowledged by your Deity. Now, I will be frank in saying that I no longer give two sh*ts about you lot. If you don't wish to support me, the Protector Raven wants me to tell you that it hasn't feasted on human blood in a long time. It will be a fitting sacrifice to begin a new age for the once Mighty Black Raven Kingdom. Any takers?"

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     603 Trinity of The First Alliance

      The deafening sound of silence greeted the Throne Room of the Black Raven Kingdom, where before it had been filled by whispers of plots and plans to make the King of Lanthanor go back to where he came from without giving him anything in return.

     The Council was mainly made up of retired commanders who had lived to be over 70 years old. Hence, most of their mind was still filled with the old idea that Lanthanor was their enemy, and that the Black Raven should always soar free.

     Yet, now…when they saw the Protector Raven eyeing them as if they really were its next meal, they could only gulp, and struggle to rearrange their thoughts.

     All of their schemes left their heads, replaced by the singular question asked by the King which reverberated in their mind over and over again.

     "Any takers?"

     While Daneel waited for his classic 'shock and awe' tactic to work with a smile on his face, he received a message from Faxul.

     "Is that really…the Protector Raven who went into a coma after our fight with the Black Raven Empire Spirit?!"

     Faxul had always shared a special bond with this Raven. When he had been small, it had carried him around on its head, amusing him to no end, so much so that he loved to roam the corridors of the Palace in this fashion all day, while his father and grandfather watched on with happy expressions on their faces.

     After finding out that it had become the innocent casualty of that fight because of Daneel and the Empire Spirit fighting for control of its mind, he had been heartbroken, but he had consoled himself by thinking that this was only a coma, from which it would surely recover.

     Now, seeing that happen all of a sudden…was pretty overwhelming.

     Daneel didn't show any outward reaction while sitting on the Throne, but he did reply.

     "Of course. It says 'hi', and that it senses something new from you. Something…that makes it want to bow. Hehe, it's really puzzled. I guess you have some explaining to do, or it might get jealous thinking that you got a stronger Protector Raven."

     As soon as Daneel said this, the gigantic Raven in the room turned around and glared at him for a moment, before winking familiarly and turning back around to continue doing its job.

     Faxul saw this gesture and became dumbstruck.

     It had been so quick that none of the others had noticed it, but he could never mistake it for anything else.

     Yes! This was that same Protector Raven! It wasn't some kind of construct!

     "H-how?!"

     Sending this message was all he could do, while he continued staring at this majestic being which was the last family in the Black Raven Kingdom that he had left.

     "Oh, this? Well, I broke the last seal and obtained all kinds of spells. Using one of them was enough. Now, let's bully these guys into agreeing, and you can have your reunion."

     Feeling Faxul smile with joy in front of him even though he was facing forward, Daneel felt happy, too, as he knew just how much this Raven meant to Faxul.

      He had seen how hurt his friend had been before, when it had gone into a coma, although he had tried to hide it deep inside.

     Daneel had simply paused the analysis of the memories of the Emperor to have the system extract just this one spell so that he could make this kind of a smashing entrance. After extracting and using it, the system had gone right on back to the all-important analysis.

     Daneel let the atmosphere grow even heavier for a few more seconds, before finally starting to speak again.

     "Good, I see that most of you retain your senses. Now then, onto the official stuff. The Black Raven Kingdom will officially join the First Alliance that currently comprises of the Kingdoms of Lanthanor and Eldinor. King Faxul Coronis shall obtain a seat on the council, while I hold the commanding rights. Any problems?"

     "Ki-"

     "Raven."

     One of the men in the room- a bald man, with a bulging stomach and quite a tall stature, had stood up to answer Daneel as he had been holding in his anger all this while.

     He was the main leader of the faction which did not want an outsider to rule their Kingdom. Instead, they were happy with Faxul, who had recently just been mooning around while letting them do what they wished.

     They didn't know that this would change now, as Faxul was a changed man who was no longer inhabiting a different body, but they still wished for that situation to remain.

     Daneel had been really hoping that there would be a 'taker'. After all, the best kind of demonstration was a live one.

     The moment he called out to the Raven, it teleported forward, which was something that only it was capable of.

     The man had no chance to say anything more. He had gotten livid on being interrupted by the King, but that expression barely had the time to turn into one of shock when he felt himself being raised by the sharp beak and then teleported to the large balcony from where the Raven and Daneel had appeared from.

     Before anyone could say anything about the matter, the Holy Protector Raven promptly…dropped the man.

     They were at least 6 floors up, so everyone had ample time to hear his scream while he plummeted to his death.

     It was an old lady who got up and shouted, "My King, he is a Fighter! He will die!"

     She addressed Faxul, but Faxul merely shrugged and jabbed a finger in Daneel's direction, who was looking out the window as if admiring the non-existent scenery.

     Sometimes, Daneel had to admit that he overdid it.

     Right now, the objective was for them to call him what he wished to be called, and for that…he was ready for some theatrics.

     The old lady hesitated as she saw this, but she tensed, waiting for the sickening crunch that would indicate that a member of the Council had fallen to his death.

     As a former commander, herself, she could estimate the height of the Palace, so she knew that by this time, that man was mostly a mass of splattered blood and guts.

     Only…instead of the scream being cut off, it grew louder, making her look out the window to see the man appear from a space door in the sky before beginning to fall to the ground again.

     What the…f*ck?!

     Everyone was similarly dumbstruck. They could only watch as their fellow member of the Council repeatedly fell, again and again, until he got so disoriented that he let out one bodily fluid after another, until he finally even barfed up his stomach, which resulted in the disgusting sight of even all those things accompanying him in this nightmarish horror.

     The sound of the King of Lanthanor flicking his fingers brought them all back to reality.

     The member of the Council did not return to the Throne Room. Instead, it looked like he had been set down on the ground, where he could be heard retching from the open balcony.

     Although many were still focused on what they had just seen, the words of the King made them shake their head and put their full concentration on him.

     "I never make empty threats. All of you are revered commanders who served this Kingdom and helped it become what it was. Don't you feel ashamed by looking at its state now? Don't you want it to reach its former glory? If you agree to my proposition willfully, and swear to do all of your duties as instructed, I can guarantee that I will put all of my efforts into rebuilding the Black Raven Kingdom. Your armies will be back to full strength. Your people will be able to keep their heads raised in the presence of outsiders. And the bunch of you no longer need to give excuses to all those who ask what the f*ck it is you are doing in rectifying this whole situation."

     Many times, trust was the most bitter pill to swallow.

     All those present knew exactly what the King was referring to. Almost every day, they were asked by the citizens regarding what they or the King were doing to bring the Black Raven Kingdom back to its glory.

     Once, even though they had been ruled by that tyrant who raised taxes and worked people to death, they had at least been a force to reckon with.

     Now, they were the weakest force in Angaria, only present to be the laughing stock of the others.

     They simply couldn't take that anymore!

     Most of them already knew what the King was capable of. They had seen and studied all the steps he had taken in developing Eldinor after taking it under his wing.

     So…they knew that he wasn't one to exaggerate.

     It started slowly, but when it did, it became an avalanche that toppled the entire Council.

     One by one, member after member bent, even if they were unhappy and disappointed.

     They both knew what hideous fate awaited them if they didn't support this, and they also knew that supporting it was probably for the best.

     It was basically the age-old battle between logic and ego, and because the punishment for the latter winning was something that couldn't even be imagined without getting the urge to puke, the former won out.

     The moment the last knee hit the floor, the system sounded in Daneel's mind.

     [Achievement Unlocked: Out of the shadows, into the light (2)

     Out of the shadows, into the light(2): Fortune favors the brave. After stepping onto the path of the true World Dominator, you have forged ahead to take control of another force out in the open. Congratulations!

     100,000 EXP received.]

     As Daneel heard this, he almost started to hum a tune, but he stopped himself at the last moment as it would have ruined the somber atmosphere in the room.

     'It's raining EXP, oh, hallelujah…'

     It didn't really rhyme, but Daneel sang it in his mind anyway before standing up and saying, "Thank you. From this day forth, the First Alliance comprises of three Kingdoms which will all be feared as the Mighty Trinity for their strength and valor. Rise, brave commanders of the Black Raven Kingdom. I commend you on making the right choice by yourselves. As we agreed, if you do what is asked of you, this will be a golden age. Faxul, here."

     Fashioning that same document that they had signed in the Kingdom of Eldinor, Daneel added Faxul's name at the bottom, right below that of Katerina.

     Faxul signed it after levitating over a bottle of ink lying in the corner, and the council was dismissed.

     Daneel asked Faxul to keep a close eye on them, as they still couldn't be trusted fully, before leaving his friend to happily rejoin the Protector Raven, which nuzzled its beak against his head the moment Daneel teleported away.

     With most of his matters settled, all that remained was for the system to be done in all of its analysis.

     As soon as it was, he had three burning questions to ask:

     What is the Hero level, and how does one get to it?

     What should I do to get a bloodline for myself?(the strongest one, of course)

     Is there a way to fix the 'Hopeless' Champion Path using all the data accumulated so far?

     He wanted these to be answered by the system, and as for the rest, Daneel could get to them at his leisure.

     He knew that it would take a few hours, but Daneel was too skittish to sleep.

     So, he did another round of inspection on all the schemes, before checking on Eloise and worrying a bit that she was still not back.

     Yet, everything else left his mind when he finally got the notification he had been waiting for 15 hours later.

     [Analysis complete. Memories have been compiled into a module ready for viewing which has been named after a famous autobiography of the Emperor:

     "The Legend of Emperor Fenoras-Slave, Warrior, Monarch, but above all, a simple man."]

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     604 The First Blazing Question

      Daneel didn't respond to the system right away. He wanted to do it right.

     Teleporting to the top of the Palace of Lanthanor and casting a camouflage spell to make sure that no one could see him, he conjured a throne and opened a bottle of premium wine that cost over 10 Gold Lans.

     Taking a sip and enjoying the spiciness sliding down his throat, Daneel looked out over his Kingdom for a moment.

     From this vantage point, he could clearly see the sprawling grounds of the Palace, and right outside, all of the meticulously constructed villas and mansions of top officials in the Kingdom were in glorious display.

     Beyond that was the wall that separated the inner and outer cities, and past it, he could see the Academy where he had spent his formative years.

     It was always important for one to remember their roots when taking a major step forward, solely so that they would remain grounded instead of ascending too much into the sky and running the risk of crashing and burning into nothingness.

     Finally, taking a deep breath, Daneel ignored the module that he had been told about and continued to ask the system the questions he had listed before.

     After all, that module would always be present for him to peruse. However, the answers to these three questions were things that he had been searching for for what felt like a long, long time.

     "System, what is the Hero level, and how does one get to it?"

     [Hero Level: The level that one ascends to after reaching the Peak of the Champion Level.

     Requirements to reach Hero Level:

     1. Acknowledgment by the World.

     2. Peak Champion Level.

     Methods to reach Hero Level:

     There are two main methods.

     Method 1: By taking the resonance used when breaking through to become a Champion to the next level

     This is the method used when one has chosen a Champion Path that can be refined to take them to the next level. The requirement is that there must be a deeper level that can even be reached in the Champion Path that is chosen. However, this is typically not told to Peak Warriors, as it must not be a criterion when one is choosing their Champion Path. Research carried out during the time of the Empire suggests that each and every Champion Path has a deeper level that can be found if one is talented enough, and if one is capable of resonating with it enough. Top-tier Acquired Champion Paths already have the route for this laid out, but there is a chance that this route cannot be pursued, as, after all, one who chooses an Acquired Path is choosing one that is not completely their own. Hence, the most common practice was to adapt Acquired Paths with set routes to one's own preference, and then use the guidelines when the time comes to break through to become a Hero.

     For example, there is information on the 'Mad' Champion Path. Unlike the one that was seen by host in the case of the individual known as the 'Mad Doctor', this is an acquired one which provides guidelines regarding how one can connect with their inner madness to influence the World. The deeper connection is achieved when one can understand the different types of madness that are present in the world, and then gain possession of knowledge regarding the true meaning of this concept known as 'Madness', instead of just resonating with what is inside themselves.

     When a threshold is reached, the World automatically responds and bestows one with power that 'can rend the skies and shatter the earth'. A qualitative change occurs, putting Heroes on a much higher level when compared to Champions, so much so that even tens of the latter cannot really compare to just one of the former.]

     True…meaning?

     Daneel had made a lot of speculations regarding just what the Hero level could be.

     He didn't need the system to tell him about the disparity between Champions and Heroes: he had seen it himself. It might not be as exaggerated as what the system had just said, but the chasm was definitely much wider and deeper than anyone could imagine.

     He had imagined that it might be the next step in resonance, but he could never have expected that it would be something like this.

     Truly profound.

     Yet, when the system continued, it made him drop the smile that had appeared on his face when he imagined himself choosing an incredible Champion Path and then taking it all the way to the Hero level.

     [Special Note: This method is not possible in this age.]

     "What? Why?!"

     [Energy Level. For the World to facilitate this kind of breakthrough, a certain overall Energy Level is required, which is currently not present. There are deeper calculations and reasonings regarding why this is the case, but the general consensus is that the Will of the World is too weak to even acknowledge this kind of deeper resonance and grant the owner with a special power that allows them to break through when the Energy level is low. Would host like the system to elaborate?]

     Daneel's jaw dropped as he heard this.

     Seriously?!

     After getting past the shock regarding the fact that the overall Energy Level of the continent was tied to even this facet of one's growth in power, he realized that there were some incongruities between this method and what he had learned so far regarding the Hero level from Rayen.

     Apparently, no one could become a Hero on this continent without the express permission of the Head.

     If this method was possible, why couldn't one simply achieve the required level of resonance/knowledge, and then directly break through?

     Why would the Head's permission even be required?

     Something was definitely fishy.

     Looking forward to being able to, for once, answer a question as soon as it appeared in his mind, Daneel asked the system to continue instead of elaborating.

     [Method 2: By gaining the acknowledgment of the World in a different way.

     The first Method can typically only be used by those who possess extreme talent. In 1000 Champions, it is considered lucky if 1 can use that method to become a Hero.

     Hence, this second method also existed for those who couldn't achieve said requirements.

     The Will of the World is present to be controlled by all beings on the continent.

     As such, those who are on the Path to Power are capable of manipulating this Will even further.

     In other words, they can stand in for the Will in such cases where deeper resonance is not possible.

     The key behind this is a special type of Oathstone that can only be made during the event of a Hero's death.

     Typical Oathstones are not a natural resource. They are special materials fashioned from Ker Gems and inlaid with Hero-level formations that enable them to act as Oathstones.]

     Wait…what the f*ck?!

     Here, as he heard this, Daneel couldn't help but conjure the Oathstone that he was in possession of- the one that he had obtained when he became the King of Lanthanor.

     It had been a long time since he had taken this thing out, as there had been no need to take oaths recently.

     So, now, when he viewed it…he still saw nothing.

     Oh, yes. These were Hero-level formations. As a Warrior, how could he even detect them?

     If the Hero-level formations were high enough in level, even the system probably wouldn't be able to scan and detect them, as it was only at the Peak Champion Level.

     So, he decided to ask the Ancient Dragon.

     "Drakos, is this really an artificial thing, and not a natural one?"

     One of the first things that Daneel had found out about after becoming a King was that Oathstones were wondrous substances found in nature and hoarded by large organizations due to their ability to not let oaths expire if the one whom the oath was sworn to died.

     So…all that was bullsh*t?

     "Yes, Young King. In fact, it is an Artifact: the next level of magical item after a trinket. There were many kinds of Oathstones with different properties during the Empire. Let me see this one…oh, it is one from a famous product line which boasted that these Oathstones were 'indestructible'. They used to advertise that even the apocalypse wouldn't be enough to destroy their Oathstones, and that all the Oaths would be safe. Although I cannot believe it, I guess that they were right."

     Daneel raised his eyebrows as he heard this while continuing to stare at the red-colored egg-shaped stone with sharp edges in his hand.

     He was still surprised, but he had to admit that it made sense.

     Oaths were basically like data backups back on Earth. They could be considered as a record of debts, and if they were lost, then there would be no way to enforce a certain debt. In the same way that losing the records of all the student, business, etc. loans of a country would cause chaos and needed to be avoided at all costs, Oathstones which couldn't be destroyed would also be sought after.

     Putting it away and marveling at how one of the earliest things he had found out after transmigrating had turned out to be a lie, Daneel asked the system to continue.

     [In the event of a Hero's death, said Hero can infuse the authority they possess over the World into the Oathstone, turning it into an object known as a Willstone.

     Willstones are indistinguishable from Oathstones. The difference can only be known by one who has bonded with them.

     When a certain number of people at a certain level- either as a Fighter or a Mage swear oaths to a Willstone, their Will can be called upon using the authority left behind by the dying Hero to cause one to break through and become a Hero themselves.

     Exact number of people varies according to overall Energy level, but according to estimates, based on all the power levels of all the people that host has witnessed in the Sect of Hedon, that Sect's Oathstone, given that it is a Willstone, would be able to produce 2-3 Heroes.

     The owner of the Willstone can also bestow this power unto others.

     Those who become Heroes using this method are weaker than those who use the first method. Hence, they are known as 'Lesser Heroes', while those who use the first are called 'Greater Heroes'.]

     Daneel immediately got up from the Throne he had conjured as he heard this.

     It all…made sense now!

     What if…the Head was in possession of all the Willstones from all of the Big 4?

     What if anyone who reached the peak of the Champion level would need his permission to grow stronger and become Heroes, as the first method was unavailable to all in this age?

     This perfectly matched with what Rayen had said.

     Anyone who wanted to become a Hero would have to allow that Artifact made by the Emperor which made one swear an Oath stronger than a normal one that could not be defied even by a Hero to bind them.

     According to Rayen, there were two commandments to swear by : that they wouldn't divulge any details regarding the Hero level to anyone, and that they would forever remain loyal to Angaria.

     The more Daneel thought about this, the more he became sure that he was right.

     Only…just one thing didn't add up.

     Pacing around on the rooftop of the Palace, Daneel began to think furiously.

     Yes, that first commandment made sense.

     But why the second? Why was it so important to make sure that this info was kept a secret?

     Could it be that the Head didn't want aspiring youths on the Path to Power to know that they would have to basically enslave themselves to this continent if they wanted to become the most powerful version of themselves?

     Yes, that might leave a bad taste on their mouths, but Daneel's gut told him that it was something else. This wasn't good enough a reason.

     Finally, a few minutes later, the King of Lanthanor abruptly stopped as an idea hit him like a thunderbolt.

     "Drakos…how can one tell the difference between an Oathstone and a Willstone?"

     The Ancient Dragon was thrown off a bit by the question, but he soon answered, saying, "For anyone who has possessed both, it stands out as clear as day, Young King."

     Daneel pressed on.

     "But what if…someone has only ever possessed a Willstone? Just tell me one thing that a Willstone can do that an Oathstone cannot."

     "Hmm, let's see…well, an Oathstone can only hold oaths and pass them on to the next owner. But a Willstone allows the possessor to speak to those who have sworn oaths directly, into their mind. Willstones are also nearly indestructible."

     "I F*CKING KNEW IT!"

     Hearing the King exclaim in such an uncouth way, Drakos was startled, but Daneel was too busy celebrating as he had cracked what was possibly the biggest secret buried in the Central Continent.

     All the damn Oathstones in the Central Continent had always been capable of this!

     That meant that these were all Willstones!

     But because no one knew this way of distinguishing them, they simply took them to be rare, but simple materials-whereas the truth was that they could be used to help a Peak Champion break through and become a Hero without needing the permission of the Head!

     Daneel was sure that even the Head knew of this, and that must be why he had set down that other commandment.

     It was exactly like a peasant using a fist-sized, fat diamond as a paperweight back on Earth. It might seem normal to him, but only those who were knowledgeable regarding what it was would be able to know its true value.

     Daneel had been worried before that there might be problems in the future if there was ever a time when he, or any of his subordinates might ever need to break through to become Heroes. He had feared that they might have to go obtain permission from the Head, too.

     Well, now…he could happily say one thing.

     "F*ck you, Head."

     This felt great and all, but he calmed himself down, as if he was still a puny Warrior, for whom the Hero level was still far away.

     So, Daneel took another deep breath and asked the next blazing question.

     "How do I obtain the strongest Bloodline?"

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      [Parameter unclear. Please clarify.]

     Daneel was taken aback as he heard this from the system.

     Huh? Which part of his simple question had been unclear?

     As he asked the same, he got an answer that almost made him wonder whether the system was mocking him for his stupidity.

     ['Strongest' parameter is insufficient to list Bloodlines. Different bloodlines are strongest in different scenarios. The Bloodline of the Divine Snake is most adept in dealing with stealth blows, which are guaranteed to take the lives of all those who are unaware. The Bloodline of the Flaming Hawk is strongest when dealing with opponents who rely on low-temperature based attacks. Hence, more parameters are required.]

     Daneel blushed, and felt glad that no one else was around to see him in this awkward situation.

     Right.

     The excitement had gotten to him, so he had gotten ahead of himself.

     But after thinking for a bit, Daneel realized that his original idea had been right.

     Although it was the truth that something that could be called the 'strongest' in each and every scenario was something that one wouldn't see every day, that was exactly what he wanted.

     After all, wasn't that the true meaning of being 'domineering'?

     Yet, it looked like such a thing was not possible through the list of Bloodlines that the system had just obtained.

     So, thinking for a few seconds, he asked, "All right, what is the most fearsome Bloodline- that which can be used to dominate one's opponent in the most number of scenarios?"

     Daneel had made this question up based on what the system had said. He was very interested in all Bloodlines, and those that the system had mentioned had sounded pretty damn impressive.

     But, he still held on to the hope that he could find something that could satisfy his own criterion.

     As he waited for the system to go through the data and give him an answer, he sat back down and took another sip of the wine.

     Only, when the system did answer…Daneel spit out this wine with shock and wondered whether he had gone crazy and heard wrong.

     [Bloodline of the Divine Cockroach]

     What the…f*ck?!

     As he asked the system to repeat the answer, Daneel realized that he had right.

     A cockroach?!

     He had always known that a lot of species were common between his home planet and this one, and this had always led him to wonder how that was even possible. Of course, he only did that idly, as he knew that the answer was most probably something that he couldn't find out with his current power level.

     As such, he had gone about noting the ones that were similar. There were some which shared characteristics but had additional properties due to being mutated by Energy: such as the mosquitoes. This was a species which was close to his heart because he had dealt with it a lot during the time when he had been much weaker.

     Cockroaches were another species similar to mosquitoes, which had taken on strange characteristics due to being on Angaria.

     For one thing, they never grew to be as large as the ones on Earth- the biggest ones were at most the size of a fingernail.

     For another, they had no wings on their back.

     Instead, they were blessed with an ability to dash away at high speeds.

     Cockroaches usually survived on anything that could find, and they were hardly a menace. Even here, they were known for their tenacity of being able to live through almost anything.

     At most, there were a few simple substances that could be blended together to make a product that kept away cockroaches from a home.

     Apart from this, most Angarians didn't bother with this species unless they were elves who had taken up biology out of interest.

     Of course, this was vastly different from the mosquitoes, which, up until recently when Daneel had messed with their ecosystem causing them to change their prey to other living beings instead of Energy resources, were a severe nuisance to all Angarians.

     Daneel couldn't help but think through all this as he wondered how it was possible for a Bloodline like the one that the system had just stated could satisfy the parameters he had given.

     He got no answer, so he gave up and asked.

     [Bloodline of the Divine Cockroach: Lends one the ability to survive the onslaught of any opponent at or near their level. Unless there is a major level difference, those who have awakened this Bloodline will live on because of their nigh-indestructible bodies and terrifying regenerative abilities. Only, the drawback is that they cannot output much power, as these abilities eat away at their other abilities. All in all, this is a Bloodline opted by frontrunners in armies, who typically perish in the first charge. Also, it was a favorite for those who feared death, as it is almost guaranteed that a Bloodline Possessor of the Divine Cockroach will live to his maximum lifespan.

     This Bloodline has been chosen based on a book written by the Emperor, himself. He stated that those who have the Bloodline of the Divine Cockroach have the ability to assess any opponent through a fight and then run away while staying in possession of their life to plan a counterattack after identifying weaknesses. As the Bloodline Possessor would mostly be able to survive no matter who he was up against if the power level difference wasn't too much, he is the one who can handle the most scenarios.

     Parameter 'Fearsome' also matches, as those who are capable of doing this effectively do strike fear into the heart of many. All who know of the properties of such a person would hesitate to provoke them, as they would be aware that they would be gaining an enemy who would be ready to do anything to take revenge.]

     Daneel could only shake his head with an expression of bewilderment as he heard the answer.

     Oh, yes. 'Fearsome' and 'dominating' indeed.

     He couldn't help but react with prejudice initially, but when he calmed down, he could see that the system was right.

     However…this Bloodline didn't suit him, as it was also an objective of his to be able to awe people in order to bring them under his wing, instead of making them laugh when he turned tail and ran whenever he met an opponent he couldn't beat.

     Giving up on his quest to receive a direct answer from the system, he just told it to give him a list of all the Bloodlines.

     This resulted in him receiving a large infodump that almost made him get a headache again, so Daneel decided to go through it calmly later on, even though a few did jump out, such as:

     [Bloodline of the Divine Dragon: A Bloodline solely focused on destruction through fire and fury. Destruction begets power. Has the ability of growing more powerful during a fight if the possessor is capable of getting enraged without losing himself in the process.]

     This wasn't too surprising, given what he had heard about Dragons in this world from the Emperor in that vision.

     It was certainly interesting, but again, it wasn't really applicable in all scenarios. Already, he could see the weakness that if there was a foe who fought defensively, the Bloodline possessor would get frustrated instead of aggravating himself on seeing the aggressive moves of his opponent.

     Almost all of them seemed to have a weakness, and some were also peculiar, like:

     [Bloodline of the Divine Earthworm: Bloodline Possessors have increased fighting prowess when surrounded by earth.]

     All in all, there were many more Godbeasts from the time of the Empire than Daneel could have imagined. Initially, he had thought that there only might be a couple.

     "System, what happened to all of these beings?"

     [They went extinct during the catastrophe, as they all are born with the ability to resonate with the World to some extent. Hence, each and every member of all species of Godbeasts went mad and destroyed everything around them, and then themselves during the catastrophe.]

     Daneel felt sad as he heard this. He could just imagine a vibrant world filled with powerful creatures and limitless possibilities, but that had all been taken away from Angaria due to one incident.

     Setting aside such thoughts, he got to the other part of this question.

     "Even if I choose a Bloodline, what method can I use to possess it even if I don't have it in my blood?"

     Daneel asked this because of the fact that each and every Bloodline, even those which only gave limited boosts in power, when awakened, was capable of letting one break through and become a powerful Champion level Fighter, just like what had happened with Faxul.

     He could guess that the Emperor only chose those with extreme potential to be in his private corps, but it was a fact that the rest were also wildly popular due to this reason.

     As he waited with bated breath, the system finally gave him an answer.

     [In the case of host, it is impossible as host's blood only contains very, very trace amounts of all Bloodlines. If any one is present in a higher amount, as was the case with the individual known as 'Faxul', an Awakening can be brought about using artificial means. But, this prerequisite of is necessary, and it can be achieved if there is a way to obtain the blood of a living Godbeast.]

     He heaved a sigh of relief as he heard this.

     Daneel had already imagined that this must be the case, but he had been afraid that even this method might be absent to him.

     "Drakos, your heart is beating, so it can be considered to be a living object, right? A living part of a Godbeast?"

     After a pause, Drakos answered.

     "Um…I know what you are thinking, Young King. Alas, that is not true. It is only artificially being stimulated using the formation. The only way I can give you a Bloodline is if I somehow gain my body again."

     This was a curveball that hit Daneel in the gut. However, he plowed on.

     "And…that is possible if I win the Race, right?"

     "Yes, the Emperor said that he had laid down a spell in the Grand Inheritance where it can be used to recreate the body of one of us if we succeed in helping the one who wins the Race the right way. It was meant to be a reward to motivate us."

     The King of Lanthanor smiled happily as he heard this.

     "Good. Prepare to bestow it upon me, then."

     "Of course, Young King. It will be my honor."

     With this matter settled quite quickly, which was against his expectations, Daneel felt quite good.

     For now, regarding this matter, he would continue to check out all the Bloodlines available while looking forward to the time when he could take Drakos's Bloodline. After all, he still felt that the Dragon's Bloodline didn't really fit him, and he yearned for something even better.

     But, he had no intention of giving up and holding off of a major increase in power when he had the opportunity to obtain it.

     So, Daneel finally moved to the last question, but this time, as he had learned his lesson, he changed it.

     Initially, he had wanted to find out whether there was a way to fix the 'Hopeless' Champion Path.

     Now, he knew that this was a shortcut question, just like the one where he had asked before regarding the 'strongest' Bloodline.

     What if there was something even better in everything he had obtained now?

     So, he asked the system to give him the exhaustive list of ALL the Champion Paths it had recorded.

     There were hundreds of them, and he knew that this would take time.

     But he was determined to go through them all, as he knew that this was crucial if he wanted to choose the best for himself.

     Also…he wanted to test himself and see whether he could come up with an answer to this question himself, instead of depending on the system.

     So, the King of Lanthanor leaned back and closed his eyes.

     If anyone saw him, they would think he was sleeping, but, in fact, he was going through thousands of pages of information that anyone in the Big 4 would kill to obtain.

     Only…as he was too absorbed in this, he didn't notice that two figures had appeared at the gate to the Palace.

     They were Xuan and Eloise.

     Looking at the Palace, both of them put on determined expressions on their faces before looking at each other, nodding, and entering the abode of the King of Lanthanor.

     The moment they did so, they both sent a message to the King.

     "Daneel, we wish to have a word. Come meet us in the grounds of your Academy."

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      As soon as Daneel got this message, he stopped going through the extensive list of Champion Paths and looked as if he had just been punched in the gut by someone.

     Xuan and Eloise, calling him together to come somewhere.

     It was a scene straight out of the list of things he never wanted to see, right after the one where the Church might invade without any preamble and wipe out most of Angaria without letting him do anything to stop them.

     Yes, in his list, only this was worse than what he was going to face now, mainly because of that little nugget of guilt that had burrowed into his mind after that kiss from Xuan.

     Of course, there were a lot of arguments that could be made: for example, he could say that she had come forward, and that he had had no chance to react and get away.

     However, Daneel had always been taught to own up to everything he did, instead of trying to weasel his way out of situations by lying or giving excuses.

     It had always been partly this nature of his that had allowed him to face difficulty after difficulty to reach where he was.

     If his will had been any less firm, he might have perished long ago even though he was equipped with something wondrous like the system.

     Daneel knew that it was his inexperience that had led to this, and also that he had probably made the wrong decision when he had seen Eloise crying that day.

     Recently, every time he checked on her and saw that she wasn't back, he would replay this last interaction they had had in his mind and then ponder on how it could have gone differently.

     Yes, she had been evasive. And yes, he might have told himself some sh*t then to not talk to her as he had had that guilt, even then.

     But the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he should have hunkered down and tried to find out just what was wrong.

     He hated this feeling of regret. And he hated this feeling that he should have done things differently.

     For the first time in a long time, Daneel felt nervous about something.

     Even when he had been about to participate in fights that might kill him, he had never felt nervous. Scared, maybe, yes, a bit, but never nervous- and definitely never like this.

     He never wanted to feel this again.

     So, he took a moment to sort out everything in his head, and decide for himself what he felt for these women.

     First, Eloise. Smart, sweet Eloise.

     She had boldly made her interest know. But because he hadn't felt anything 'special', he had honestly told her that there might never come a time when he felt about her the way she wanted him to feel.

     Was he so sure about that right now?

     When Daneel recalled the worry he had felt these past few days whenever he wondered where and how she was, he wasn't so sure of the answer to that question.

     True, because he had made it clear to her that he might never be interested in her, he had no obligation to let her know that he had kissed a different woman.

     But that, again, sounded exactly like an excuse that only someone weak would give.

     After all this time, Daneel's idea of waiting for that 'perfect someone' who could make him feel like how someone was supposed to feel when they loved somebody had gotten eroded, bit by bit, until he was getting more and more sure that he was committing a major mistake by breaking the hearts of those who wished to be with him now.

     That brought him to Xuan. Fierce, gallant Xuan.

     Even she had told him clearly that she was interested in him. And he had given her practically the same answer.

     But at that moment, when her lips had approached his…

     Just remembering it made his heart beat faster, which made him feel pretty embarrassed.

     Well, it was the first action of intimacy in his 2 lives so far, and he would be lying if he said that it didn't make him want more. It was almost an instinctual feeling, and it could not be denied and ignored.

     But had that changed his view regarding her?

     No. Definitely not.

     Daneel had never been one who would feel confused regarding their own feelings.

     He was clear on this.

     What he felt for both women was equal: he really liked them both, for different reasons, and he knew for sure that he would love spending time with both of them.

     They were each incredible people with distinct personalities, wants and needs, and it was the truth that he also admired them for the one characteristic that they shared: their courage to never give up, and accomplish what they wished no matter what kind of difficulties came their way.

     Any man would feel lucky to catch their interest.

     And at this moment, Daneel knew that he was probably in jeopardy of losing both of their affections.

     He needed to make a decision, right now, regarding what he should do about this whole situation.

     But at this point, Daneel didn't even know what his options were.

     He wondered whether he could ask anyone for guidance. His parents, maybe? Or Elanev?

     No, both didn't seem very appealing.

     Suddenly, he recalled one other person who might have gone through someone similar, and whose brain he could literally pick if he wished.

     The Emperor.

     "System, in the new module, take me to the memory where the Emperor last spoke with the one he loved. And give me the information regarding this person."

     [Affirmative. Sorting through memories. Last memory chosen.]

     As Daneel closed his eyes in preparation of being whisked away and placed in the memory, he wondered what he might experience.

     Although he knew for sure that the Emperor hadn't made his nickname come true, he didn't know any other details.

     A few moments later, he opened his eyes, but he was puzzled when he saw nothing but darkness around him.

     Indeed, it was pitch-black, so much so that when Daneel stretched out his hands in front of him, he saw nothing.

     It was also really, really quiet. The sound of his own heartbeat was the loudest thing, and it was actually pretty jarring.

     The complete isolation from light and sound had more of an effect than Daneel could ever have imagined. In this kind of environment, one's thoughts would also be magnified, and the mind would be allowed to wander more, instead of being distracted every moment by things that might affect it in the outside world.

     Only…it was also pretty creepy. Soon, Daneel began imagining phantom sounds all around him, which made him stand up and take a defensive stance even though this was just a memory where nothing could hurt him.

     It was only after a knock sounded on a door somewhere near him did Daneel hear someone closeby get up and walk forward.

     A moment later, after he heard the sound of a door opening, light spilled inside and let him look around and take a measure of the room he was in.

     It was a stark stone room, with no furnishings whatsoever.

     All kinds of formations were etched on the walls, though, and this was the only embellishment to be seen anywhere.

     Apart from this, the only other thing was a small mat in the center, which was much larger than any in Angaria.

     Oh, yes, he was in the memory of a time where everyone was giant.

     "System, what is this?"

     [Isolation Chamber. The Emperor always trained in this Chamber, as it allowed him to focus on what he wished without any distractions.]

     No matter how much Daneel thought about it, he could never imagine himself doing the same.

     It was practically like locking yourself in an isolation cell in prison to train, and he was sure that the amount of effort that would go into using that to train was definitely considerable.

     Loneliness was a dangerous thing, and it had almost driven him mad the last time he isolated himself. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Daneel had no intention of repeating that whatsoever.

     The Emperor, who was standing in front of the door, also needed a moment for his eyes to adjust.

     After they did, Daneel heard him say, "Nayana? What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to check on the deployments of survival trinket kits to the soldiers of the 6th Battalion?"

     Daneel heard a sweet voice answer.

     "I'm done with that. Come with me, Fen. I need to talk to you about something."

     The Emperor seemed surprised as he heard this, but he nodded and walked out.

     Daneel followed, and as he exited that room, he finally caught a glimpse of the woman the Emperor had just spoken to.

     Her outfit was one that would make any typical teen on Earth faint from spurting out too much blood from their nose.

     In fact, it even made Daneel blush, as he could never have imagined that he would see something like this in real life.

     She had long, flowing hair that was a dashing crimson, and she was wearing a two-piece dress with her almost completely bare.

     They seemed to be walking through the Emperor's bedroom, and although it didn't have any furnishings, too, there was a wall-length mirror that they passed in which Daneel caught a glimpse of her image.

     Features that would captivate any man or woman, with especially luscious lips that stood out.

     An angular, attractive neck that was adorned by a simple necklace with a single, red gem.

     Plunging cleavage, which was the main source of Daneel's blush, that exposed most of her ample bosom with her top only covering the barest amount. They moved as she walked, and it was almost like they would fall out at any moment.

     Her mid-riff was completely exposed with even the sides of her hips completely visible. The bottom part of her dress framed them, with her voluptuous assets almost completely visible, along with her strongly built thighs and long, perfectly developed legs.

     In other words, very, very little was left up to imagination, and it made Daneel wonder why she was sporting such an outfit.

     After all, he had seen these kinds of dresses only in the artwork done for entertainment of a specific kind back on Earth, and he knew that they were scorned at due to their impracticality and the way they falsely influenced the imagination of those they were targeted for.

     Yet, here, somehow, all that did not seem to stand.

     It was clear that the objective of this dress was to arouse any who laid their eyes on her, and it was very, very effective.

     Daneel barely managed to get his heartbeat back to normal after a few moments. The Emperor seemed unperturbed, and when they reached a large balcony which had a breathtaking view, Daneel finally had something else to focus on.

     It was the Empire, and it seemed ready for war- which was indicated by the legions of troops marching out on all the streets visible.

     Yet, before Daneel could notice anything else, a sound made him turn to the duo who both stood at least 9 feet tall.

     'Clink!'

     The woman's top had been made of a metallic material with very little cloth. Thus, when it fell to the ground, it made this sound, and Daneel thankfully saw it first, which allowed him to turn around and not be greeted by the sight that was now being witnessed by the Emperor.

     Daneel was crimson once again, and he wondered whether he should end this.

     However, he stopped when he heard the Emperor sputter, "N-Nayana? What are you-"

     The woman interrupted her.

     "Fen, what is my Champion and Hero Path?"

     The Emperor had to take a moment to answer.

     "I-It's that of 'Desire'. You made it yourself. You captivate your opponents, and make them yearn for you, which allows you to take a part of their power for yourself. Wh-why are-"

     "Fen, for once, shut up. I lied. To you, to everyone. My Path…is not that of 'Desire'. You've always known that simple desire would never be as effective as the one I have. But, as a dunce, you thought it was my secret. Well, if you had asked, I would have told you without hesitation. My Path is that of 'Unattainable Desire'. That…is because I was dumb enough to fall in love with you. I thought I could change you slowly, until someday…well, all that does not matter now. Tomorrow, we march to our deaths. So, today, just shut the f*ck up."

     This impassionate speech was followed by someone running forward, and then the sound of lips meeting could be heard.

     As Daneel's blush deepened even further when he heard the sound of clothes being torn apart, he wondered what the heck he had walked into.

     …

     Meanwhile, in a luxurious house that was teleporting at every second to different places, making it impossible for anyone to pinpoint its location.

     Two men were sitting in front of a table and sipping two glasses from which steam could be seen, and both of them had very contented expressions on their faces.

     However, that changed when one of them stood up as if he had been suddenly electrocuted.

     His eyes rolled back to show their whites, and the cup in his hands spilled what it contained onto the ground.

     The moment before it hit the ground, the other man siphoned it into his cup, before smiling and taking large gulps.

     A few moments later, the first man fell back to his seat, and glared at the other before saying, "New orders. I've just sent the missive that one man has succeeded in bringing three forces under him. We are ordered to test him, and see if there is any reason that we need to be wary of him. It is wise to be careful about anyone who is loved by the people as much as he. Do you have anything in mind?"

     After thinking for a bit, the other man answered.

     "Oh, yes, sir. A foe who went into a coma because of an injury. If he wakes up, I can guarantee that I know who his target will be…"

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     607 Emperor Fenoras“s Last Night End

      On hearing this, the first man nodded and asked the other to tell him the details, following which he found out all the details regarding the Mad Doctor and the rivalry that existed between him and the King of Lanthanor, who was now being called the Alliance Leader of Angaria.

     It might not have the same ring to it, but it definitely represented something astounding that hadn't been seen on this continent for a long, long time.

     After getting all the details, he closed his eyes again and placed a request, following which he furrowed his eyebrows before taking out a tiny metallic box from some inner, hidden pocket in his robes.

     It was battered and bruised, almost as if it had been the unlucky casualty that came in between two powerful Fighters, but the moment it got exposed to the air, a rich aroma appeared in the room.

     The second man looked like he had been waiting for this. Eyeing this box with a ravenous hunger that could only be possessed by one who hadn't eaten in weeks, he slurped up the drool that inadvertently came on the corners of his lips before waiting for the man to open it.

     However…when that box disappeared back inside, his expression morphed into one of anger, and he almost looked like he would spring forward and attack the other man even though he would be pummeled to a state near half-death in barely a second.

     He was just that captivated by that heavenly substance.

     All this was carefully observed by the other man, who waited for the first to calm down and take a few deep breaths before speaking.

     Shaking his head, he said, "I see I've addicted you to this, too. Well, when you asked me where the aroma was coming from, maybe I shouldn't have offered you a cup. But alas, there is no joy in enjoying Addiol alone."

     The first man almost nodded, but he didn't when he took another sip of the last of the liquid that still remained in his cup.

     It was thick and dark in color, and when the light fell on it, there was even a little bit of shine that could be seen inside the liquid, almost as if there were stars trapped inside.

     Whenever one drank it for the first time, it would burn their tongue and throat before sliding down to their stomach and setting it ablaze.

     But after that happened…the mind of the one lucky enough to partake in this heavenly drink would be subject to a rush of energy and focus unlike any other.

     The true reason behind the man's anger came after this, though.

     There was a famous saying, even in Angaria, that to be at peace with oneself was something that could not be attained without luck, no matter it be whether one was on the Path to Power or not.

     However…after that focus faded, one's mind would enter a period of such calm that any and all things in the real world would feel far removed from them, almost as if they were in a waking dream where the only objective was for them to be content and…happy.

     According to the other man, some even experienced visions in this state when they reached an advanced level. Apparently, this was a new concoction by a now very famous Bishop in the Church, and it was all the rage even in the areas surrounding the Headquarters.

     The only problem was that it was heavily regulated, which made each and every ounce of the powder, which had to be mixed in hot water and then be subjected to a very complex Hero-level spell for the drink to be made, precious beyond measure.

     Apparently, this man was part of a small clique, and he had access to a small personal supply, which was barely enough for one person.

     However, because he was alone here and had to have someone for company so that they could pass the time, he had decided to share a little bit, only to make a little addict out of this poor guy who had been living alone on Angaria for all these years.

     Switching on the Network Trinket in the room which had been changed to become one that took up a whole wall to give an immersive experience like no other, the man sought to distract himself from the worry of not having any more after this small can ran out.

     He had asked for a little more to be sent, but he didn't know if they would honor his request, as he wasn't very influential. If that weren't the case, he wouldn't have had to come to this sh*thole in the middle of nowhere in the first place.

     Thankfully, a few moments later, a light began to glow in one corner of the room, which made him hurriedly walk over and hold a peculiar wooden box that had 4 skulls embedded into its four sides.

     The empty eyes of these human skulls glowed, making the man use his own Hero-level spell to help the transfer.

     A few seconds, colorless smoke billowed out from the open mouths of these skulls, which made the man smile and open the box to find two items.

     Yes! They had sent it!

     A similar, battered metal can was in the box, along with a faintly glowing cube.

     Although the latter was actually the valuable Artifact that had the ability to heal grievous wounds inflicted to Champion-level individuals, the full focus of the man was on the can, which he pocketed secretly without the knowledge of the other.

     Even though he was the superior, addiction was a dangerous thing.

     The moment he touched it, he had also received a message which made him rejoice.

     "The Artifact has a typical use, but its main value lies in the fact that it can be used from quite a distance away. I had to have it made specially as per your requirements. Also being sent is a new batch, with reportedly increased effects. You're lucky you're out there: here, there are even fights happening between those who have a stock and who don't. It's under control though, so that it won't come under the eye of the bigwigs. I pray to Saint Rectitude that we come see you soon, brother, for that will be the day when the Holy Purge bears down on all those sinners."

     Going through the message, the man picked up the Artifact and tested the formations on it before confirming its peculiar function of being able to heal a Champion from over a hundred kilometers away.

     The Church was, after all, known for being able to create unconventional Artifacts and trinkets which they used to great effect in all kinds of battles.

     Hefting it in his hands and walking back to the hall, he said, "It's here. Be prepared to move out soon. We can't let these Heroes become calm. Maybe we can have a little battle to keep them on their toes, and then use this to complete the mission. Either way, first up is scouting."

     …

     Meanwhile, Daneel was still in a dilemma regarding what he was supposed to do.

     Behind him were two giants going at it with a kind of enthusiasm that did not make it seem, at all, that they were a couple that were coming together for the first time.

     The Emperor actually seemed to be the one to be most eager, despite the fact that the woman had been the one to initiate it. It sounded as if some kind of insatiable appetite had woken up inside him that even he didn't know existed.

     Just when more ripping sounds began to be heard, Daneel gritted his teeth and said, "System, fast forward the vision to the one they where they are talking."

     [Affirmative. Fast forwarding.]

     Daneel closed his eyes as the sounds disappeared.

     He knew that no one would know if he turned around and watched everything. Heavens knew that many, many people would jump at this opportunity, especially because of how ravishing that woman had been.

     However, these memories had been entrusted to him by the Emperor as the man had trusted him. True, not much dialogue regarding this had passed between them, but at the moment when their 'exchange' had happened, Daneel had been able to take a glimpse into the true feelings present inside that piece of consciousness.

     Along with the yearning to find out whether all of his countermeasures had worked, the Emperor had also been sure that his character was trustworthy enough to be allowed to view his memories, even though there was no chance, according to him, that they would be perused idly in this way.

     If Daneel were the kind of guy to want to view such a scene just because he could, he might never have come this far. He knew clearly what was wrong and what was right, and watching someone during their most intimate moments was something wrong. It didn't matter whether these people were alive, or dead, nor did it matter whether anyone would know about this.

     All that did matter was that he would know. And he knew clearly that his judgment was right.

     This might seem like a small thing, but Daneel identified it to be a clear display of who he was.

     He was someone who would choose to do the right thing just because it was right, and not because someone else was watching, just like the case of numerous people back on Earth.

     "Nayana, I…"

     These words from the Emperor made him open his eyes, but he didn't turn around as he could still see the torn clothes of both of these individuals on the ground.

     He could tell that they were lying on the bed, together, and all he was here for was to listen, and find out the Emperor's thoughts regarding this aspect of his life.

     "Hush, Fen. Can we not have a single night where we just enjoy each other's warmth? Come morning, the battle drums might make my blood run hot, but that is nothing compared to what I just felt. I wish…"

     "We had more time."

     A gasp could be heard from the woman.

     "Fen, you-"

     "Yes, Nayana. I always knew that you were the only one with whom I could entrust anything. That…includes my heart, too."

     "Then why didn't you-"

     "I always thought we would have time. That I could grow even stronger, before giving you, and Angaria a safer future. Look where that brought us. If there was another chance, I would have definitely…"

     "Enough, Fen. Don't say it. If you do, I will shatter into a million pieces with the regret that so much could have happened, yet didn't. Just hold me. Just let me have this night, so that I can march into battle for you without any qualms, whatsoever. Can you hum me that song you always hummed to yourself when killing thousands, one after another, on the battlefield? Where is it from, anyway? Although you would only hum it in that situation, I can tell that its tune is not meant for that."

     Even without turning around, Daneel could feel the smile on the Emperor's face, which was similar to the one he had seen on that piece of consciousness, which was a testament to the amount of satisfaction and joy he was feeling.

     "When I was a slave in the mines of Gortak, the old man who taught me everything would always sing this. He was blind, and before he was imprisoned, he was a simple farmer who used his magic to feel around and work. Around the time that he always came back to his village from the field, his daughter would sing this song, so that he could find their house by her voice. He told me that it is the song of one who moves forth even when they cannot see anything in front of them, with the singular hope that at the end of the song, they will find their home. I…thought I might never find it after my blunder. I was wrong. I have, in you."

     No more words needed to be said.

     The song began to echo in the room, but Daneel was no longer in the memory.

     Instead…he had just teleported to the grounds in the Academy, which was coincidentally the exact spot where he had gained his first followers all those years ago.

     Two beautiful women whose skin glistened in the moonlight waited for him, but the moment he appeared, he spoke without giving them any chance to say anything.

     "Eloise. Xuan. I apologize if I have hurt either of you with my actions. But I have made a decision. I was foolish to keep putting this matter off, when it is often the case that one can find themselves with no more time in the future. When that time comes, instead of being filled with regrets, I wish to be filled with the satisfaction that I at least tried, and that I wasn't foolish enough to completely ignore everything even though there might be reasons behind that. The truth is that those reasons will seem trivial when those regrets appear. Hence, I have chosen this. I like both of you, for different reasons, but I don't feel anything truly special for either of you. What I want…is to at least give a chance for whatever that 'special' thing is to appear."

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     608 Be Who You Are

      After speaking his mind, Daneel waited for some sort of reply, but even after a few moments, both the ladies were still looking at him with bewildered expressions on their faces as if they were seeing their worst fears come true.

     Following this, instead of even greeting him, Xuan raised a finger and then conjured a barrier that covered the two of them, after which both of them began talking something between themselves.

     The barrier stopped all sound from coming out and being heard by him, and although Daneel knew that he could discreetly use the system to bypass this and find out just what they were discussing with serious expressions on their faces, he didn't do so, as he had no intention of betraying their trust in this way.

     Instead, he was calm right now as he had already taken his decision, which gave him a kind of clarity and confidence that wasn't there before when he was all indecisive about what he was supposed to do.

     The Emperor had been the push that he had always needed to progress on this matter. Each and every time this used to come up, he had always put it off, even though he knew that that was probably not the best way to go about it.

     Yet, this calm was broken the moment the barrier was removed due to the words spoken by Xuan in a dead-serious tone.

     "Daneel… It turns out that we were right, and that the problem is just as deep as we imagined."

     "Yes, Daneel… I tried to assure Xuan that that might not be the case, but after seeing you speak right now, I should say that I agree with her."

     The second statement was from Eloise, who actually had a worried expression on her face.

     All of a sudden, this scene was very weird, and it almost felt as if Daneel had contacted some sort of disease and that these two women were trying to break the news about it to him in a way that wouldn't make him panic too much.

     What the hell were they even talking about?

     Besides, since when had these two been such thick friends?

     Daneel had noticed this strangeness right after he had found Eloise's message which said that she was leaving with Xuan.

     Before, he distinctly remembered that it was their rivalry that had almost led to Eloise's death.

     Typical logic would point to the possibility that they would be dead against each other, as both of them were pursuing the same man, and situations like these usually resulted in all sorts of conflict and even outright violence, at least if he was back on Earth.

     The two said those statements but then paused, even though Daneel kept looking at them and waiting for them to continue and explain themselves.

     Soon, it became quite clear that they were being hesitant.

     So, he simply said, "I really don't understand what the two of you are talking about. Just tell me, without any hesitation. I can guarantee that no matter what you say, I will take it in the right way. Come on. I'm the King of Lanthanor, and now the Alliance Leader of an Alliance that consists of three Kingdoms. Do you really think I'll be that skittish?"

     Daneel said that last part to lighten the atmosphere a bit. Both of them knew that he was not someone who would gloat, and that he was only saying this for their amusement.

     Yet, that objective wasn't fulfilled at all, as it only made them share a look between themselves before they nodded with determination.

     What happened next startled Daneel, and made him wonder if he was dreaming.

     Both beautiful ladies in front of him let go of all the hesitation from before, and put on stoic expressions on their faces as if they were marching out to war.

     If Daneel didn't know better, he would even have asked just what kind of foe they were getting ready to face, even though there was no one else here except him.

     When Xuan finally spoke out, he understood the reason behind their behavior so far.

     "Daneel… Yes, you might have become one of the youngest Kings of Lanthanor, and then gone on to achieve something which has not been seen on this continent for a very, very long time. The continent thinks of you as a domineering and all-powerful individual who will never stop at getting what he wants, no matter who he might have to face. That is an image that you have cultivated with a lot of effort. But… In this matter, we have realized that you are worse than a 10-year-old child."

     A – a 10-year-old child?!

     Daneel had always known that he was a bit immature on this matter, and this had become even more apparent when he had heard the Emperor and that woman talking just now in the memory.

     There were multiple reasons behind this.

     For one, he had been an introvert back on earth, keeping mostly to himself and not having any friends even in the male populace of the University that he had studied in. The kind old lady had always used to complain that he might never find a beautiful bride so that she could play with his children and take care of them for him, but whenever she brought up this topic, he would always brush it off and move on to something else. His character had always been that he would focus on getting enough money to take care of all the needs of the orphanage permanently, and that he could think about matters like these later on, when he had the time.

     Now that he thought about it, it was quite similar to the situation right now, where the looming threat of the Church was taking up all of his focus and giving him the excuse he had used multiple times, so far.

     The gist of the matter was that he was accustomed to putting the matter aside using the always present excuse that there was something more important to handle, and that he had no time to think about it.

     True, he hadn't been some kind of extreme shut-in who was awkward in all kinds of social interactions.

     But he had always felt just a bit unsure of himself because of his background, which placed him many steps behind most of the others who had come to the same university. True, he had been an honor student, but apart from that, he had never had much going for him.

     It had only been after transmigrating to Angaria that all aspects of his personality had begun to change and develop to what they were now – here, he had found the purpose that he could strive towards, and it was one that was worthy of giving up everything for. If it weren't for this cutthroat environment and the fact that he would definitely have died and been left behind by everyone if he didn't adapt quickly, he might never have changed so much and become who he was.

     Only… this had further resulted in his development in this aspect being completely stunted, and now, when he heard someone say this, even though he was stunned at first, he later understood that she was probably right.

     But… Even though he might be ready to admit it, what should he do to change it?

     Xuan seemed to be carefully gauging the King's reaction after she said this.

     She had to admit that she didn't know his personality completely from the limited interactions that she had had with him, even though those had been enough to decide that he was the one for her.

     She had also had a long discussion regarding this with Eloise, but that had made them realize that even their combined time spent together with the King did not lead them to know for sure how he would react when he was told to his face that he was a child.

     They knew that it was the truth, but typically, those who held such power would never like to be made cognizant about such a glaring defect about them in such a direct way.

     They had also thought whether they could use some other method to enlighten the King about this issue which would definitely cause problems later on, but they had found nothing and had decided that a direct approach was best, and was also most likely to work, as Daneel was not like other Kings.

     He was kind, patient and smart, and their instincts told them that if he was who they thought him to be, he would understand right away after being told.

     Yet, they had had no way to be sure, but now, when they saw him ponder deeply and then nod to himself, sighs of relief escaped them before they looked at each other once again and felt happy that they hadn't been wrong.

     Well, the most difficult part was done.

     Xuan spoke up again, catching Daneel's attention.

     "Daneel, it's really good that even you can identify this. When I came to seek out Eloise after finding out that she had found out about our kiss, I was startled to find her crying, alone, without you being there with her. I spoke to her frankly and told her everything that had happened, which made her understand what she had been doing wrong. She hadn't been as bold as me, but that lead us to this line of thought – why is there even a situation that the one who is bolder among us is the one who advanced more in this matter with you? Even I admit that you are closer to Eloise, as you two have been together longer, and she has done so much for you. Yet, although she told you about her feelings first, you ended up kissing me. I do not blame you. We… Do not blame you. But we did notice what was wrong, and we want to let you know clearly how you can change it, because both of us genuinely care about you. Even now, when you came here and said those words, they indicated that even though you took a small step forward, your condition is still exactly what we thought it to be. Now… Are you ready to listen to what we feel you should do regarding this? After all, identifying the problem is seldom enough, and we would not be able to call ourselves those who care about you if we were not able to give you a possible solution, too."

     Xuan's speech made Daneel smile and shake his head, as every word she said was true. The weirdness about the situation was still there – he had never expected to be counseled like this, but he did appreciate it, and it did feel good that there were people who thought about him this deeply.

     Finally, he nodded, as he was never one who would shirk from taking help.

     This was when Eloise step forward and spoke in a soft tone.

     "Daneel, both of us talked about this for a long, long time, and we really think that you should act like the person you are – a domineering King who is clear about what he wants, and does everything to take it when he decides that he wants it. Both of us want you. But that is worthless if you don't end up valuing us. We are not ready to settle with just captivating you and working hard every day to get your attention for every little thing. You are a King – one the likes of which has not graced this continent in thousands of years. Be like one. If you want us, decide that and pursue us. We are fine even if you pursue both of his, because what Great King in the history of this continent has lived without a harem? We called you to tell you this, and to inform you once and for all that if you wish to be with us, then you need to show us that, in which case we will be ready to do the same, too, even more. Be the King you are and conquer us, for then, we will know that we will always hold a position in your heart. What do you say, Daneel?"

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     609 Setting Off

      Daneel had to take a step back as he heard everything Eloise said.

     Each and every word she said was true.

     Who was he?

     A King- that too, one who had something as magical as the World Domination System.

     What had he depended on to get him this far?

     His determination to get what he wanted, even if he had to scheme for it.

     That was exactly who he was, so wasn't that exactly how he was supposed to be regarding this matter, too?

     At this moment, what he was shocked about most was that this very basic, simple truth had eluded him for so long, and had had to be brought up by someone else in order for him to become aware of it.

     When he actually pondered on it for a little bit more, he realised that even though he might have known that this was how it was always supposed to be, the social norms that he had grown up with back on Earth had stopped that thought from coming forward, as he was conditioned to think that this was "wrong" in some way.

     At face value, it was obvious how it could be taken that way, but the truth was that he would basically be who he was, and there was nothing wrong in that.

     Also, he realised that they were right regarding the other topic, too: if they really did push the matter by being even bolder, he couldn't promise that he would value them as much as he would if, like they said, he became someone who could be clear, and ready to go out and do anything in order to pursue and "conquer" what he wished.

     The more he thought about it, the more he liked it, and the more it felt… Right, as if it was how it had always been meant to be.

     For a few minutes after Eloise said everything and waited with bated breath to see what the King would say, there was silence, as Daneel was looking down and thinking fiercely regarding everything.

     But after that, when they saw a smile appear on his face, they inadvertently broke out into smiles, too, as they could tell that he had seen the truth for what it was.

     Eloise and Xuan had spent quite a long time together in her sect, and they had talked a lot about this topic, and various others, before finding out that they were actually quite alike.

     They had grown to like each other, both because of their shared interest, which actually did not cause them to come into conflict, and because both of them knew the frustration that had come when they had expressed their feelings and gotten nothing in return from the Kinh.

     It was only with both of them looking at this from different perspectives did they begin to realize just what the problem was, before beginning to think about how it could be fixed.

     Their motive behind all this was simple: they were afraid.

     All around them, there were multiple cases where one party would pursue the other, and then, even if the other agreed, the former wouldn't be as valued as they would have been if they hadn't been so insistent in the first place, and had let the relationship take its natural course without forcing anything.

     They were strong women who were clear about what they wanted for the future, so they knew that this was certainly something that they would never want to see.

     Hence, the only solution was to make sure that whatever came to be, it would be because there was enough interest on both sides, instead of how it was right now, where both of them deeply wished to be with him, but he did not have anything firm or specific in his mind at the moment.

     That was when they had hit upon this – that this was probably how he was supposed to be, and that he might not have realized it for whatever reason.

     Maybe he might not have thought about it.

     Or maybe he might have put it aside for too long because of all the things that he was always doing.

     They had also thought up many backup plans in case this was not the truth – and they were clear about the fact that if it wasn't, it would become clear, as the King had never been someone to listen to something and agree to it directly without thinking about it by himself.

     But this had definitely been the best case, and seeing that they were right made them smile happily and hold each other's hands.

     Daneel folded his hands behind his back as he saw this, as he was also genuinely joyful that he had found how he wanted to be.

     True, he could not change himself completely right away, but he was actually surprised when he felt each of the inhibitions that he had always had leave him, one by one.

     They weren't all gone, but he didn't feel as awkward as before.

     Thinking about it more, he realized that it was the effect of being changed twice – once by that memory of the Emperor, and once by this truth.

     It was his character, and he had ignored it for so long.

     But no more.

     Taking a deep breath, he studied the joyful faces of the two woman in front of him, trying to see if he cared about one more than the other.

     Just like Xuan had said, Eloise was closer to them, both because she had always been with him, and because she had done so much for him.

     However, Xuan also held a special spot in his heart because she had stolen away his first kiss.

     More importantly, she just had something about her which, although Daneel didn't understand as he hadn't spent a lot of time with her, he was definitely interested in.

     Well, it wasn't like he had to decide now.

     Just like they had said, he would pursue both of them, as it was at least clear now that he was interested, and he did not wish to ignore either of them. As for whom he might like more, or whether he might decide to be with both, as he was definitely no longer on Earth where that might be frowned upon, only time will tell.

     Daneel was just about to feel happy that he had progressed so much in such a short time and could march forward without any hesitations, but the next moment, the two in front of him did something which made him realize that maybe… He still had a long way to go.

     They had been smiling at each other while holding their hands, but after seeing him look at them like that and measure them up from head to toe, they both got mischievous expressions on their faces as they nodded at each other once more and started to walk towards him, still hand in hand.

     Daneel didn't really know what they were doing, and he simply thought that they wanted to say something more.

     However, in a flash, as soon as they reached him, both of them bent forward and kissed both the sides of his cheeks, which made him blush so hard that his face turned completely crimson.

     "We've done our part. Now it's time to do yours. Farewell, for now, King. We'll be looking forward to you."

     Saying so, they teleported away, leaving Daneel looking around with a blank expression on his face before raising his hands to touch the spots where their lips had touched his skin.

     However, a moment later, that embarrassment faded away… And was replaced by a smile as remembered just how great it felt.

     Daneel knew that this day was very important, as it had changed him in ways that would only become clear later on.

     He continued to spend a little more time here, as it was even more important to him now both because of the significance it held as it was the place where his "revolution" has truly begun, and now, it was also the place where it could be said that he had grown from a boy to be a man.

     An hour passed, and he was still fondly remembering the past and thinking about what he would do in the future.

     However, he was startled out of this state by a message from Elanev.

     "So… I just got a message from that giant who is responsible for the Academy incurring more repair costs than if an actual goddamn war had happened on the grounds…"

     …

     A few moments later, three people were standing in Daneel's quarters in front of Drakos's beating heart.

     The one in the middle of them held up a trinket, before a gruff, yet innocent voice was heard in the room.

     "Bam is calling you to tell you that if you no here soon, your Kingdom goes Bam-Bam. Master says no, but Bam will do it anyway and blame it on Mini-Bam."

     The extremely child-like message would normally not have had any effect on these three individuals, where one of them was even in possession of a vast database of Hero-level information that practically made him the strongest person on the continent.

     Only…remembering the devastation that had been wrought on the Academy Grounds due to the simple test, only shivers of fright passed through the bodies of the two people on the scene.

     The third, however, seemed proud, as his chest was puffed out and there was a broad smile on his face.

     Finally, Daneel spoke out.

     "Well…it's hard to ignore such a well-worded message. Do you have anything to take care of?"

     Elanev, who was beside him, shook his head and said, "Nope, I've been waiting for you to say the word. You know that I was ready to go even before that whole thing with Axelor started."

     With a nod, Daneel thought for a bit and said, "All right, let's go, then. I'm ready, too. It shouldn't be too long of a trip, anyway. I do have some…matters to deal with here, but I'll use this time to decide just what I'll do regarding them. Meet me outside in 5 minutes."

     Both of them were about to depart, but they were interrupted by the old man bursting out into booming laughter and saying, "Bwahahaha! Finally, the two of you shall see the brilliant planning of this Senior Fists of Justice! Blood shall flow and screams shall echo! Let's go!"

     Shooting an expression filled with pity toward his elder brother, Daneel teleported away to the Royal Tailor.

     …

     It was the early evening, with the sun just about to set.

     People were scrambling to get home, with many talking about the new show that had been announced today on the Network.

     It followed the personal and professional lives of six twenty to thirty-something-year-old 'Friends' living in the capital of Lanthanor, and it would focus both on the frustrations they faced in work and also on the inter-arching romantic storylines between different pairs among them.

     The main selling point of the show was that a very reputable comedy show manager had been contracted to direct it, and everyone was abuzz about how it would definitely be one of his most prominent works. The trailer, itself, had been rife with witty humor, and even though some found it strange that they could hear someone laughing from the Network each time a joke was told, they quickly grew accustomed to it and found it fun to laugh along.

     While hearing these conversations and feeling happy that the Network was progressing well, Daneel and Elanev approached an unremarkable village which was located at a spot between the Kingdom of Arafell and the Hidden Kill Sect.

     It was isolated from both of these forces, though, because both of them were quite inland whereas this one was much nearer to the coast.

     As soon as they entered the village, they headed to a specific establishment which had a banner that said "Fighters for Hire."

     Approaching the one who was manning the store which had nothing but a bare counter and a few chairs for customers to sit on, Daneel asked, " 'Unbeatable' or 'Unbreakable'- which word best describes a Fighter's might?"

     With a smile that exposed the missing teeth in his mouth, the man answered, "It is neither- the answer is 'Unyielding'. Follow me."

     Although the man said that, he remained unmoving, but before Daneel could say anything, the floor below them gave out.

     This would normally have meant nothing as Daneel could simply fly, but an extremely strong gravitation force immediately came into effect, pulling them both downwards.

     Whoosh!

     They started to fall through a narrow, cylindrical cavity, and not even 3 seconds later, Daneel could see that a floor littered with human bones was approaching.

     He was calm as the system's subroutines would save him anyway, and he had even activated the Basilisk's Breath and taken control of the situation.

     So, right before they splattered on the ground, he cast a Champion-level Anti-Gravity spell that nullified the force acting on them and allowed him to gracefully drop himself, and Elanev to the ground.

     Looking around at all the bones around them, Elanev frowned, but looked up when he saw Daneel point a finger forward.

     They were in a cave lit with torches, and in front of them was a sentence that was carved into the stone under an opening in large letters.

     "Only walk forward if you are prepared to face pain that will make you pray for death."

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     610 The Fortress Above The Sea

      These ominous words, along with all the broken bones strewn across the floor resulted in a very chilling atmosphere that might have scared lesser men.

     Yet, Daneel and Elanev simply looked at each other and shrugged before walking forward to approach the tunnel, or whatever it was.

     There were no embellishments all over the semi-circular cave that they were in, and apart from the hole in the ceiling through which they had just fallen through, there was no other place to go except forward.

     Only… Before they could enter the dark depths in front of them, the sound of footsteps could be heard coming from farther inside.

     Deciding to wait, they both simultaneously stopped, with Elanev folding his hands and putting on a menacing expression on his face while Daneel simply folded his behind his back and adopted a small smile, as if everything was under his control.

     The result of that interaction with Eloise and Xuan was already visible in the way that he carried himself.

     Typically, although he did put on the atmosphere of a King when it was needed, he wouldn't do so in casual situations like these where he would actually be meeting those who were part of the Big Four.

     Now, Daneel was most clear on the fact now that his character – the one that he had developed with so much pain and difficulty, was not one to ever be ignored and put aside.

     Soon, the footsteps came nearer and nearer until three figures could be seen walking towards them from the tunnel.

     With this, it also became clear that the footsteps were much louder than those that they had made, which meant that these three were either doing so on purpose, or that something was different about them when compared to the two of them.

     A few moments later, it became clear that the latter was true.

     These three were some of the most heavily set men that Daneel had ever seen since coming to this continent.

     In his view, they even bypassed the largest bodybuilders who participated in tournaments back on Earth.

     Their rippling muscles were on full display in the light that was being emitted by the torches all around the cave, and each of them was at least 6 feet tall, which made for a very intimidating image, as if they were primordial monsters who could crush anything they wished under their feet.

     Yet, the most peculiar thing was actually their garb.

     They were wearing the skin of various beasts, with the one in the middle dressed in the skin of a bear, while the other two had garments made from some sort of leopards and tigers.

     Also, they were crudely made, so they barely managed to cover the most important part, with the rest being mostly exposed.

     Daneel was even reminded of cavemen as he saw this, as these three also exuded a certain kind of primitive aura that puzzled him.

     As soon as they opened their mouth, he even fully expected them to growl instead of speak, but he felt like chuckling to himself when he heard them talking normally.

     It was the one in the middle who spoke.

     "The Chief welcomes King Daneel. Please follow us."

     Saying so, he turned around along with the others and began to walk back in the direction they had just come from.

     That was it?

     Daneel had been expecting some sort of confrontation or test like the one that they had had to endure from that giant.

     Of course, if that happened again, he was much more confident in his chances, as he was now equipped with the treasure trove that could be put to use to accomplish almost anything he wished.

     Just from the top of his head, he could think about three or four formations that he could quickly deploy to make each and every attack of the giant useless, which should at least give him enough time to easily make an escape. Even if it was at the Hero level, it would definitely be ineffective in stopping him if he wished to do this.

     Hearing Elanev make a sound beside him, Daneel realized that the weird thing was that he had been greeted and welcomed, but Elanev had been completely ignored.

     Typically, that might not have been very apparent, but it was so in this case mainly because of the cavemen in front of Elanev who had humphed and looked in a different direction, instead of looking straight ahead and letting his eyes fall on Daneel's elder brother.

     It was definitely peculiar, and Elanev had also noticed this, as he had furrowed eyebrows while he seemed to be converging with the old man in his head.

     However, it looked like the old man was no help in this situation, as Elanev simply shrugged once again after meeting his questioning eyes and began walking toward the tunnel.

     Well, whatever it was, Daneel expected to find out in a little bit of time while he, too, followed.

     Pitch black darkness greeted them, but neither of them was afraid, and they just kept walking forward while ignoring the reflected sounds that almost made them feel as if there were hundreds of people walking in this tunnel, instead of merely just five.

     The loud sounds of footsteps of the three in front of them were unmistakable, and even though they faced a few forks along the way which were identified by a glowing signboard that was the only source of light that they saw on their way, that sound of footsteps was enough to let them go in the right direction.

     An hour passed, and usually, by this time, Elanev would have been bored.

     However, that wasn't the case because of the fact that from some of the roads that they didn't take…they could hear all sorts of sounds that made them wonder just what the heck was going on on the other end.

     Loud screams of pain. Unintelligible shouts of defiance. Bloodcurdling yells of agony.

     If Daneel didn't know better, he might have wondered whether they had stepped foot in hell.

     Right now, though, he actually had a pondering expression on his face.

     The main reason behind this was that he had just detected that they had, at some point, entered a formation that completely restricted any communication to the outside.

     In fact, without their knowledge, that formation had also scanned them. Even though it was obviously not advanced enough to be able to check the complexity of their minds, it was pretty effective in detecting them and the number of trinkets on their bodies, using the weak Energy that was given off by them even if they weren't being used.

     The formation was at the Hero level, and as Daneel felt that he had seen something similar before, he asked the system and found out it was actually exactly the same one that was also present in the Sect of Hedon.

     It looked like the Big Four seemed to share at least a little bit of knowledge between themselves.

     That was actually related to what he was most excited to find out on his trip. Right now, he knew that he was probably at the limit of what he could do in the Central Continent, except for developing what he already had.

     As for going on even more journeys of conquest, he knew that this was impossible as he would be defying the core rule that the Central Continent was supposed to follow.

     So… The only avenue left for him was the Big Four, but the problem was that even though he had unlocked the third seal, it did not contain any, or at least too much information about the Big Four, as there had been many changes among them in the millennia that had passed since the time of the Empire.

     Even though the Secret Archives of the Goddess's Sanctum had been quite thorough, they only detailed the major events in Angaria, with the most information being about what happened to their own Sect.

     Even if others of the Big Four were mentioned, it was done so vaguely, making Daneel feel as if the objective behind this was that information regarding these very important organizations of Angaria would not be given up to the enemy if just one of them was breached.

     He had to admit that this was smart, but it made things difficult for him, as it meant that he would have to go to the rest of them in order to find out about them, and get a complete picture regarding these age-old organizations.

     Two hours later, they finally stopped working, and judging by the distance that they had covered over this time, Daneel realized that they were barely a few hundred meters away from the coast of the Endless Sea.

     Only… Even Elanev found out about this, because sea breeze hit their faces just as they began to approach an exit that was very distinctive because of the open sky that could be seen through it.

     As soon as all of them finally exited the labyrinth, Daneel and Elanev could not help but pause and suck in deep breaths as they witnessed one of the most fantastic sights of their life.

     They seemed to have walked out of the tunnel that was on a mountain, and in front of them was an arching bridge that connected this mountain to another that was almost the same size, while the Endless Sea could be seen below them.

     Clearly, Daneel had been wrong in his estimate.

     Or… The map that he had been using all this time was the one that was wrong, and this was so on purpose.

     On the right, the horizon was covered by dark clouds that were always present above the Endless Sea in which waves that reached at least 30 m in the air could be seen. Even the sound was deafening, and it was almost as if hundreds of blows were being rained down on them continuously, every second, with only the sound reaching them instead of their might.

     Below them, the Endless Sea continued onwards to the shore, which was empty.

     This made it obvious that this was a peculiar spot on the continent which curved inwards, allowing for these two mountains to be separated in this way.

     Finally, looking forward once again, Daneel laid his eyes on the reason behind him feeling so shocked before.

     The bridge they were on went straight to the top of the steep mountain in front of them, that looked like it was standing in defiance against the Endless Sea. The Endless Sea's waves could be seen lapping against its base, which resulted in a very strange sight.

     Of course, its most distinctive feature was that at its top was something that Daneel could only use the word "Fort" to describe.

     It was four-sided, with four cylindrical towers that each had massive cannons of some sort mounted on top of them.

     Even from here, Daneel could tell that this fortress was humongous and that its walls were at least 40 m tall.

     They were made of some sort of dark rock that almost seem to swallow away all the light that fell on it, giving the structure a gloomy atmosphere.

     In the middle of these four walls, though, was the main shocker- it was an edifice that went straight into the sky, and stood at least 80 m tall.

     It was obvious that it was a tower of some sort, but from where Daneel stood, it was almost like a sword that yearned to pierce the Heavens.

     The three men leading them had also paused on noticing that those that they were responsible for had stopped here, just like many did whenever they first lay their eyes on the glory of their sect.

     With pride, the man in the middle once again spoke in a gruff voice.

     "Welcome to the Fortress of Unyielding Might. We stand against all those who dare to try and invade this continent. We are the bastion that will continue to survive even if the entire continent falls. We are the hope of Angaria if all else fails, and we are the guardians of the sword that the Emperor, himself, used during his conquests. Feast your eyes, for this is something that very few are lucky enough to see."

     Daneel had to take a few moments to recover, but after he did, he decided to do something that would throw those in front of him off, instead of letting them expect his every move.

     After all, a reputation of being unpredictable was always good as others would feel wary of him, and he wanted to establish that right away.

     Calming himself completely, he smiled as if he was speaking casually and said something that made the man dressed in the bearskin growl and lunge forward to attack.

     "All that sounds great. But first, tell me what you're planning to do with all the blood harvested in the mountain we just crossed. I can tell that you're taking it from all the Fighters who are being subjected to extreme torture with the promise of growing stronger, but what I don't get is why you need so much. You aren't V-, err, I mean, blood-drinking monsters, are you?"

     …

     Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Axelor.

     The kind minister, who was typically seen with a gentle smile or a deep frown on his face while standing beside the King, was currently wiping the blood that had splattered on his face from the spurting neck that he had just relieved from its duty.

     As the headless body in front of him collapsed to the ground, sadness appeared in his eyes, but it instantly vanished and was replaced by determination.

     Calming his trembling hands, he held up the sword that had just committed this act and turned around to face the thousands of people who had just gathered here.

     "The Royal Family is dead. Long live Axelor!"

     As the people cheered in response, the Minister grit his teeth and prepared himself to give the speech that would soon rock the entire Central Continent.

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     611 The Speech That Changed a Kingdom

      For the citizens of the Central Continent, the past few weeks had been some of the most exhilarating in their entire lives.

     First of all, it was a fact that they had never been equipped with the ability to find out about the most important events in the continent right away. Typically, they would rely on traveling bards who would pass information regarding what was happening in other Kingdoms to them, which was why the arrival of bards in many towns and villages was always celebrated like a festival.

     Of course, the Network Trinkets had made it so that this particular tradition had stopped for the most part, but there were not too many people complaining about this as most bards who were worth their salt had already been employed by the Network, itself.

     Secondly, it was because there were so many events happening that kept shocking them one after the other, making them sit on the edge of their seat and wondering what will happen next.

     Of course, it had all started with the events surrounding the Kingdom of Eldinor, where all the elves of Angaria had almost been wiped off in one go.

     Following that, so many things had led to the current situation where an Alliance had formed that actually comprised of three Kingdoms – and all the aged netizens of almost every settlement all over the Central Continent made everyone know that this was unprecedented, and was something that they had never imagined that they would see for as long as they lived.

     No one had any disillusions that the saga had come to an end, because the Network was reporting every day about the unrest in the kingdom of Axelor caused by the sudden death of the King, and the reveal regarding his cruel and evil actions that had resulted in the deaths of thousands and even tens of thousands of Axelorians.

     Many of those who weren't affected by Axelor felt pity on hearing this for this kingdom, and lamented that their difficulties must surely not be over, as it was obvious that a Kingdom in this state was most eligible for being taken over by different one.

     Even those who had only laid eyes on an army once or twice suddenly became expert war strategists who began to speculate which force would move against Axelor and take advantage of the unrest to gain control.

     Only… As the hours passed, no news of this sort came to light, which made everyone feel puzzled.

     Of course, if they had known that the two remaining forces other than Axelor – those of Arafell and the Alliance were in full cognizance of the fact that moving on this Kingdom would make them targets for the Big Four, it would have made sense why this current situation where such a weak kingdom was left to itself had come to be.

     Thus, all the suspense regarding what would be the final end of the Kingdom of Axelor finally came to a head when the two magical words "Breaking News!" once again appeared on their screen.

     This was followed by the image of a clean-shaven man with gentle features and a wide brow that seemed to contain boundless wisdom.

     At first glance, he would look like a wise adviser whose duty was to advise a ruler on the decisions that they could take for the betterment of their Kingdom.

     However…when the spectator's eyes traveled down to what he was wearing, they saw the patches of dried blood on his clothes and the left-over blood on the sword in his hands which made it clear that he had just been through some sort of battle.

     He seemed to be standing at a spot in front of the Palace which was still in ruins from the explosion that had killed the King, and it was visible that thousands of Axelorians had gathered in front of him.

     Opening his mouth, he spoke in a clear voice.

     "Axelorians. The task that I took upon myself for the good of our Kingdom is done. The Royal Family sought to take up the mantle of the King and continue his cruelties. I, along with the commanders who understood my cause and have always advocated against the evil acts of the King, gave them the offer to surrender and let go of that objective. However, they refused and tried to kill us, which lead to us having no choice but to vanquish them all. Let this…be my apology to you for all those years when I could only stand beside the King and watch while he indiscriminately killed so many loyal citizens. Forgive me…for I was powerless to do anything."

     As the man's voice broke due to the honest emotions he was displaying that moved even those watching through the trinkets, the announcer's voice was heard in the pause.

     "This is Minister Navaris of Axelor, who was the King's most trusted advisor. However, it was always apparent that the King only loved to torture this man, as he was one who wanted to save the people, but had no other option except to see them suffer and die in front of him. Even during the time of the King, he helmed many attempts to at least decrease the occurrence of Purges, and he was successful to an extent. This resulted in him becoming a beloved character among the citizens. Now, his support is at an all-time high."

     The spectators couldn't believe their ears.

     There had always been such a virtuous character in Axelor?

     Some felt doubt, but when the speech continued a few moments after the announcer's voice was heard, these naysayers had no option but to shut their mouths and consider whether this really was the truth.

     The man looked back at a group of people who were as bloodstained as him.

     They nodded encouragingly, but he shook his head, which made them widen their eyes.

     Turning back around to the people, the Minister first dropped the sword in his hands.

     'Clang!'

     This sound echoed throughout the area where there was pin-drop silence, and with this as the background, the Minister spoke his heart.

     "These commanders wish for me to take up the duty of leading this Kingdom, because I was the one who took care of all the administrative matters anyway. However…I refuse. Even if I do this, and do a good job of leading this Kingdom that I love so much, I cannot guarantee that my sons and daughters will do the same. Maybe, in a few hundred years, this will repeat. I cannot stand for that! So, I propose a different system. Down with Kings and Queens who might or might not have our interests at heart! We, the people, should be the ones to choose our ruler! I have studied this for a long time, and I propose a system like the one in Eldinor. I propose…that Axelor will henceforth choose its ruler by voting!"

     Thunderous applause made those who had the 'remote trinket' hastily turn down the volume as it was so loud that it made some clutch their ears with pain.

     'Down with Kings and Queens.'

     This statement had a certain kind of charm to it, which made many remember those rulers who had simply abused their power and done nothing for the citizens.

     Of course, there had also been those who were virtuous, like King Daneel, right now, so not everyone was swayed.

     Yet…a seed was born in the minds of many, who began to wonder about the merits and demerits of the system of monarchy.

     "Subsequent reports state that the voting system has been accepted by all, and the first vote will be held in a day's time. The Minister is leading in support, and he will most likely be the first democratic ruler of Axelor. As soon as there are more developments…"

     …

     Meanwhile, Eloise and Xuan were cloistered in a room in the Palace of Lanthanor where they were also watching this broadcast.

     Eloise had already managed everything regarding the Network and had come to talk to Xuan, who hadn't spoken out yet and was still seeing the screen.

     Finally, she said, "This man looks kind-hearted. Even I heard about his cruel fate to stand beside the King and watch while purges occurred. Such happenings are also a topic of gossip in the Sect, you know."

     Eloise nodded. She felt the same.

     "I agree. Maybe that Kingdom will finally see prosperity for at least a little while under his rule. Anyway, what did you wish to talk to me about?"

     As Xuan heard this, she turned to the side to look into Eloise's eyes and asked, "Do you think it really worked? I never expected that he would agree just like that."

     To this, Eloise smiled confidently and said, "Yes. He has always been one who can be decisive when he feels that something is right."

     Xuan nodded and sighed, before replying, "Good, then. It was worth it to set aside both of our characters to do this. If he had stayed the same as before, who knows what could have happened. From now, whatever happens…I will be content that I was at least helpful."

     Eloise nodded too, and looked down before speaking.

     "Yes. Others might have taken advantage, and pushed themselves onto him. But like I said, even if we do run the risk that helping him grow up regarding this matter might result in him pursuing us and realizing that he would not want to spend his life with either of us, it will still be worth it because we will always know that we did the right thing as those who care for him. I just…wish that won't happen, though."

     No response came from Xuan, and the room devolved into silence as the two women sat and wondered what the future held for them.

     …

     Bang!

     In response to the man jumping forward to attack, it was Elanev who stepped forward and stretched out his fist casually.

     It looked as if this would result in him being blown away because he was being lazy while the other also had the advantage of momentum with him, what actually happened made even Daneel raise one eyebrow.

     The man's fist collided with Elanev's, but Daneel watched with surprise as all the force smoothly traveled through Elanev's body and exited through his feet.

     It was almost like…his elder brother had easily absorbed the attack like some lightning rod that could take the awesome power of lightning and still stand to tell the tale.

     Like a conduit that conducted force, his body had moved rhythmically, sending the force from his fist to his upper body, then his legs, and then into the ground.

     The man in the bearskin fell to the ground and growled angrily, but he raised his hand to stop the other two who had also been ready to attack.

     The next moment, though…he ignored Elanev, and spoke to Daneel.

     "Do not speak of this to anyone else. The Chief will answer your questions. Follow us."

     Saying so, he turned around and began walking on the bridge that connected the two mountains.

     This made Daneel and Elanev once again look at each other with confusion.

     Yes, something was definitely weird here.

     Daneel was most intrigued about the blood, however.

     With Drakos's help, he had detected that all the blood was being collected and transferred somewhere.

     There were multiple uses that came to mind, but he wanted to find out specifically what they were doing with it.

     Enjoying the vistas around them, the two walked along the bridge, and as they got closer and closer to the fort, they started to realize just how gigantic it was.

     Soon, they approached a massive gate, but before they neared it, they came upon a large clearing in front of the fort which was empty save for a few trees here and there.

     To their right, though…was the Giant who had wrought havoc upon the Academy of Lanthanor.

     There was a normal-sized man beside the Giant, and as it laid its eyes on Daneel, it pointed at him and spoke in a voice that was audible to all in the area.

     "He's the puny guy that Bam blew away. So weak! Bam can break him like a twig!"

     Usually, Daneel would have let this go as even though this Giant was simple-minded, it was at the Hero-level.

     However…he was in no mood to do that, as it didn't sit well with him at all that he was being so submissive.

     So, getting an idea, Daneel shouted, "Hey, Bam! I don't agree! In fact, I think I'm stronger than you! Want to test that? Let's arm-wrestle, and find out!"

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     612 Arm-Wrestling Bam

      This proclamation was met by silence, as even Elanev couldn't believe that his younger brother had just done something so foolish.

     A challenge… Against a damn Hero level giant who might not even hesitate from killing him because it was too simpleminded?

     Such a thing would only be done by those who sought death, and even the three individuals who had been leading them till now were shocked by the King's actions even though they had been pretty angered by his attitude before.

     The two men on the two sides of the man in the bearskin looked at him, silently asking whether they should stop this, as they had been commanded not to let any harm befall these two guests to their sect.

     In response, the man in the middle held his chin and thought for a moment, before shaking his head and making a hand signal.

     "Wait and watch."

     This made broad smiles pop up on the faces of the two men, and even the one in the middle smiled at the corner of his mouth, already imagining the scene where he would have to step forward and save the life of the King when he was about to be crushed by the might of the strongest Fighter in their sect, and in many ways, in even the whole continent.

     As for Bam, he was actually the one who took the most time to get back to his senses, as he couldn't believe that someone had actually said something like this to him. He was typically feared and respected for the fact that he could put even a Champion in the sickbay for months if he wished using a single finger, so this situation was so new that he needed some time to adjust.

     As for the man beside him whom he had been talking to before, he looked at Daneel inquisitively but did not give any other reaction and just stepped back, as if to silently witness everything.

     Meanwhile, Elanev started to panic a little, as he really didn't want to see his younger brother defeated and humiliated right after arriving at the sect.

     Whispering from the corner of his mouth, he said, "Psst… Daneel! What are you doing?"

     With a confident smile on his face, Daneel openly said, "What do you think I'm doing? Getting revenge for what happened in Lanthanor, of course. If I leave this guy alone, he'll keep saying stuff like this throughout the time when we are here, and I have no intention of letting that happen. I would rather take the risk to be humiliated once, instead of having to settle for being subjected to it multiple times without even trying to change the situation. So what if he's a Hero level giant? After I settle this, we can have a peaceful time over here."

     This made Elanev adopt an even more puzzled expression, as he knew that his younger brother was not someone who would say something like this.

     Indeed, they had been pretty humiliated back in Lanthanor, with the giant having its way and doing so much damage before leaving.

     Even the message had shown its arrogance, and although it had been clear that it only thought of them as ants, Elanev had not said anything as that was the truth – they were simply Warriors who could be swatted to death with a single movement if this giant wished.

     He had assumed that Daneel also felt the same, judging from the reaction that he had seen when he had given him the message.

     However, here… Something had caused the tables to turn.

     "Just wait and see. This kid is definitely not someone who acts foolishly. If he says that he can beat a Hero in a contest of strength while being just a Warrior, then he'll definitely do so somehow. This should be interesting…"

     Hearing this statement from the old man in his head, Elanev relaxed a little bit.

     He was just about to take a step back, too, and be a witness, but he decided to do the opposite thing as even he was quite pissed that he was being ignored completely by everyone so far in the sect, when he had actually been expecting some kind of a hero's welcome due to all the hype that had been built by the old man.

     So, he stepped forward and shouted, "A giant who's scared? I never thought I'd see the day!"

     This finally managed to anger Bam, who had been seriously considering whether he should go forward, as he, too, had been instructed very strictly by his master not to cause harm to their guests.

     However… This was a little too much, and he could no longer just sit and allow it to happen.

     Standing up, he beat his chest with his fist, resulting in a sonic boom that bent the trees around him due to the shock wave.

     'Now this… Is how a Hero should be.'

     Musing to himself in this way, Daneel looked at Elanev and wondered whether he should tell him that what he was doing might end up being harmful, as Daneel's plan had a chance of backfiring.

     However, after a second, he just shrugged and decided to give it his all and see what would happen.

     After this display of strength, Bam simply leaped into the air and disappeared from their sight, which made it look almost as if he had teleported.

     However, activating the Basilisk's Breath, Daneel could see that this giant had actually used some sort of technique to conjure a solid block of metal behind him that he had pushed off of to reach a speed that was enough to let him disappear from their eyes.

     Boom!

     Barely a second after that, it appeared in front of them with menacing eyes that caused its whole atmosphere to change from that of a simpleminded yet strong oaf, to a terrifying beast that was ready to tear apart everything in its way.

     Of course… Daneel was not perturbed, but Elanev took a step back unconsciously and gulped.

     "Bam is ready. And Bam will be careful not to kill you, as master will be angry with Bam if that happens. What is this arm wrestling?"

     Daneel's smile broadened as he heard this, as he had been kind of hoping that this will be the case – that this sport which was popular on Earth would not be known on Angaria, which was something he could use to his advantage.

     In response, Daneel decided to explain it in the simplest way – he conjured a clone of himself along with a table on which he set his elbow.

     The clone mirrored him, and their hands met, following which a contest of strength occurred with Daneel beating the clone and looking at Bam before saying, "It's a simple as this. Just try to use your arm to make mine hit the table. Don't you agree that it would be enough to check who is stronger? If I can push yours, then it means that all of your strength is for naught. And no rematches, understood? If you lose, just admit it and stop calling me weak."

     Although Bam did seem like a child who had been trapped in the Giants body, it looked like he wasn't that dumb. He instantly understood and set his elbow on the wooden table that Daneel had conjured.

     Of course… This resulted in the table breaking, and Daneel conjured another, much larger one as Bam's elbow and hand were at least three times larger than his.

     It almost looked like a child's hand going up against an adult's, but Daneel wasn't worried.

     The giant seemed to have disregarded the latter part of Daneel's statement, as he probably couldn't even imagine a scenario where he would lose.

     Of course, Daneel had said that part for the benefit of the spectators, instead of the giant.

     Still with that self-assured smile on the corner of his mouth, Daneel stepped forward and caught Bam's hand before flexing his muscles temporarily and putting forward a bit of strength.

     Of course, Bam's hand remained unmoving like a rock, which made Daneel understand just how absurd of a situation this was.

     "Should I start?"

     Well, if anything, at least this giant was polite.

     Daneel took a deep breath and prepared himself before looking into the giant's eyes and saying, "On three. Three, two, one…"

     Bang!

     Suddenly, a large cloud of dust appeared at the spot where the man and the giant were having their contest. The spectators in the area had been watching closely, so when this happened, expressions of irritation appeared on their faces as they began to wait for the dust to clear.

     They had been looking forward to hearing a scream of pain, but that hadn't appeared, which made them wonder if the King had been crushed, and that they might be reprimanded for not doing their duty.

     Only… After a few seconds, the expression on the face of the man who had been conversing with the giant changed to one of extreme surprise and befuddlement.

     Elanev was among those who were unaware of what happened, but the old man spoke up and said, "So that was his plan. Cheeky bastard. But he deserves it. Sometimes, this is the best way to handle a situation."

     Elanev didn't understand, but his attention was diverted as he saw that the dust cloud had begun to disappear.

     As it finally floated away… His eyes fell upon the scenario which had had the least probability of occurring.

     The wooden table was gone- blasted into smithereens, which was partly the reason behind the dust cloud that had also consisted of wood particles.

     There was a large indentation on the ground inside which the giant's hand could be seen, half buried in the dirt.

     Even Bam had fallen in that direction, as if he had been bowled over by whatever force the King of Lanthanor had pulled out from within himself.

     As for Daneel, he was casually dusting his hands, following which he didn't say anything and simply walked back to Elanev's side.

     The man in bearskin, who couldn't believe his eyes, raised a finger in Daneel's direction as he sputtered, "Y-You…"

     In response, Daneel paused with his back still facing the man and said, "Yes, me. Now, can we get going? I don't have all day."

     The man had no idea how to respond, as he couldn't believe what had happened.

     As for the other one, he was looking at the giant with a slight hint of panic on his face, and as Elanev noticed this and refocused his attention on Bam, he saw why this was the case.

     The giant had gotten up silently, and was now holding the hand that had been smashed into the ground with his other one while he stared at it with disbelief on his face.

     His back was shaking, and it soon became clear that this was because of rage, as the eyes of the giant suddenly turned completely red, as if a demon had infested its mind.

     "Bam lost. Bam lost. BAM LOST!"

     Even Daneel could tell that something was wrong. Quickly turning around, he saw something red that looked like blood appear from the pores on the two hands of the giant, before quickly hardening into some sort of armor that also had a spike on top that was at least half a meter long.

     The next second, though, the giant was nowhere to be seen, as a blur approached Daneel, making warning bells ring in his head while the system launched all sorts of subroutines that he had saved for situations where he might be near death.

     Daneel had no time to think. His full focus was on surviving the blow that would soon come, but his eyes widened when a calm voice was heard from beside his ear.

     "Not bad. Your plan worked. But what was your plan for dealing with this situation?"

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     613 “Welcome to the Fortress.“

      Before Daneel could say anything in response, he received a message from the system.

     [Incoming teleportation attempt from a Hero level individual. Would host like the system to oppose it?]

     Without hesitating, Daneel shouted, "No!"

     The next moment, he felt his eyes being blinded by a flash of bright light, following which he found himself in a completely different place.

     "Daneel?! Are you alright? What the f*ck just happened? That giant was going crazy there, and I was teleported somewhere before it smashed me to bits!"

     Before he could gather his bearings, he got this panicked message from Elanev through the communication trinket that both of them had, and he decided to reply.

     "Yes, I'm alright. I was teleported away, too. Sit tight. We're inside the sect. I'll explain later "

     Although Elanev looked like he wanted to say more, he understood that Daneel was probably in some sort of situation where he couldn't talk as it looked like he was trying to send the shortest reply possible.

     Indeed, that was the case, as Daneel had just realized that he was not alone.

     In front of him stood a thin old man with a hunched back who was holding a wooden walking stick while looking at him with an indecipherable expression on his face.

     He was short – he couldn't be taller than five and a half feet, and the fact that he was hunched caused him to look even smaller.

     However… Daneel felt a very acute sense of danger from him, and it was much stronger than what he had felt before when he was being attacked by Bam.

     In that situation, he had at least been confident that he was equipped with all the tools to protect himself.

     Yet, in this one… If this man tried to kill him, even though Daneel did not know what method he might use, he had a hunch that it would be an even competition, and that it would be left up to luck whether he would be able to get away or not.

     Of course, in both cases, there was no scenario where he could beat them – all of this was only regarding whether he could at least get away with his life.

     The old man was the first one he saw wearing normal looking clothes. He was wearing a grey colored robe that looked like it would tear easily, but the truth was that it was made of some sort of material that even Daneel couldn't understand.

     All he knew was that there were faint Energy vibrations being emitted from it, which meant that it was not as simple as it looked.

     The old man was clean-shaven and also had a bald head, which reminded Daneel of the Shaolin monks back on Earth.

     After noticing all this, he finally took stock of the room that he was in.

     They were in a large audience chamber, and the first thing that stood out to Daneel was that it was made of the same material that he had seen before, when gazing at the castle.

     He had seen this after receiving the message from Elanev, itself, which had been the reason why he had given that reply.

     Now, as he asked the system regarding it, he found out that he was right – he had been teleported into the fortress directly.

     As for exactly where they were, Daneel had no idea.

     This question was answered by the old man, who once again spoke in that same calm voice as before.

     "Welcome to the audience chamber of the Fortress of Unyielding Might. This room is seldom used as disputes are typically settled in the fighting ring – but I decided to open it now as we have someone who was actually acknowledged by the Head, himself. I was apprehensive, at first, but after seeing the way you handled Bam, I must say that I can see the reason why he likes you. That was a nice force reversal spell, by the way. And I have a suspicion that you learned it recently, right after seeing your friend use a similar technique against the one who was leading you. If that is true, it is really commendable that you managed to learn it after seeing it once, and then was capable of using it so quickly. Your skills are worthy of someone who managed to beat a Champion with a high tear Champion Path even while being just a Warrior."

     Daneel raised both of his eyebrows on seeing the in-depth analysis of the old man in front of him, but he simply nodded in response and once again folded his hands behind him.

     Taking a moment, he reflected on what had just happened.

     Daneel had known all along that it was a pipe dream to want to beat the giant directly, so he had resorted to the oldest trick in the book: cheating.

     His objective was just that he did not want to be humiliated in this way everywhere he went during his stay in the sect, so he had simply wanted to use the opportunity to make that happen.

     If it wasn't obvious that this was a giant who, for some reason, had the intellect of a child, Daneel would never have dared to do something like this, as it would have resulted in more problems popping up.

     He had simply been hoping that after the defeat, he could manipulate the childlike innocence to make the giant follow his word while disregarding everything else.

     And the old man was right – the whole idea had sprung up from seeing Elanev redirecting the force of the man in bearskin.

     After studying it for a bit, Daneel had realized that this could be emulated using elementary particles too – instead of using the parts of the body to skillfully let the force be guided by Inner Energy, like Elanev had done, the same could be achieved using a simple construct.

     He hadn't even needed the system for this. Daneel was also skilled in making simple spells after seeing it done so many times by the system, so he did it himself and simply activated the Basilisk's Breath to use the exact moment of opportunity between him saying 'one' and the giant putting forward his force to conjure the construct and use the giant's own strength against him, which had resulted in that incident taking place.

     In any other situation, this would not have worked as Daneel would not have had the element of surprise.

     The dust had also been a tactic to not let others understand this, and although it seemed to have worked against those in that area, it wasn't enough to fool this Hero level individual who had also been watching.

     Of course, Daneel had known that this was the case, but he knew that if he wanted to hide this from the eyes of this man too, it would result in him being exposed as someone who was capable of casting Hero level spells.

     Knowing that it would definitely be a bad idea to expose all of his cards, Daneel had let him watch, which actually turned out to be a boon as he had been saved by the intervention of this man.

     After all, how could he have expected that defeat would cause the childlike giant to enter that state of fury where all of his powers had also been amplified to some degree?

     And in that state, it looked like no one was capable of calming the giant down who seemed to have lost all sanity.

     Indeed, Daneel had had to panic, but even though he could have survived by using all the tricks up his sleeve, he had let himself be saved, as he had also judged that he must have caused enough of a ruckus by that point.

     Seeing the King's response, the old man wasn't perturbed.

     After a few moments, he spoke again.

     "I see that you like to keep your cards close to your chest. Very well, caution is never bad. However, I do wish for you to tell me something. What is your objective in coming here? You are clearly very talented in your Mage Path, and you do not strike me as one who will be stuck as a Warrior. Typically, individuals like those try to seek other Paths to increase their power. I can tell that you can break through to become a Champion at any time that you wish, and that you must simply be looking for the strongest Path that you can find. So, I will admit that I am puzzled. Yes, you also satisfy the conditions that were placed down to identify those that we are obliged to recognize and help with all our might. But again, all the facilities we have are only for Fighters. Are you simply interested in finding out everything about us, or do you have something that you wish to achieve here, too?"

     Hearing the question, Daneel wondered what he should say.

     In fact, even he had to think of the answer, as the old man was right.

     Daneel was now also in possession of all the incredible Champion Paths that were stored behind the third seal, and all that remained was for him to study them all and find one that he was happy with. Or, he could simply ask the system to give him a way to improve the Hopeless Champion Path, as right now, he was leaning toward it the most.

     However, he had still decided to come here, and as he thought about it, he realized that the main motivation behind this was… Faxul.

     Although Daneel had looked like he was satisfied with the answer from Drakos that he would have to wait until winning the Race to reform the Ancient Dragon's body and obtain a bloodline, the truth was that he still wanted to see whether something else could be done, as he was simply too captivated with the power of a bloodline.

     Who could blame him? After all, there could be few things more impressive than a damn black hole that swallowed everything.

     This wasn't even counting the other incredible things that he had seen listed in the information about bloodlines that he had obtained from behind the third seal.

     So… Other than the idea that he wanted to see whether he could plan any conquest here, the other objective had been to find out whether there might be any information here that he could use on his quest to obtain a bloodline.

     After all, this was a Fighter thing, and what better place could exist for him to investigate about it than the sect that solely focused on this Path to Power?

     Only… The problem was that he couldn't give this answer to the old man, either.

     Although acting arrogant and not giving an answer was also an option, Daneel didn't wish to do that, as he was grateful to this man for saving him and letting him hide his strength.

     Also, although he had been domineering in front of the giant, he knew that humility was also needed especially in a place like a sect of the Big Four where there could be threats waiting around each and every corner if he painted a target on his back with his behavior.

     So, after putting on an expression as if he was pondering something very deeply, Daneel finally answered after a few moments.

     "I will answer honestly, as I'm grateful for your interference before. All my life, I've had to face naysayers who kept telling me that it was futile to want to excel in both parts. I kept proving them wrong, until this point where it seems more and more as if it would be best to focus on the Path that I am stronger in. However, this deeply unsettles me, as the Fighter Path is also something very special to me. Hence, I wish to find out if there is a way for me to still pursue both, and become stronger than any other Champion who might have given in and chosen just one. I know that might sound absurd, but I would never forgive myself if I don't use this opportunity to at least see if it's even possible."

     Daneel spoke in an earnest tone, so when the old man actually burst out laughing after he finished talking, he almost got a slightly irritated expression on his face.

     However, at the last moment, Daneel realized that this wasn't a laugh of ridicule.

     No… It was one of pure pride, and as the old man replied after a few seconds, the King of Lanthanor felt like rubbing his ears to test whether they working properly.

     "Ha ha, then you've come to the right place, King! Whoever said that one has to give up this Path in order to proceed? That is simply not the truth. What you seek is possible… But it is not something that anyone has accomplished in the time since the aftermath of the Empire. It wasn't even possible during the time of the Empire, but things have changed now! They used to call it the 'Ultimate Path that Cannot Be Obtained', but in at least this one thing, we managed to surpass those who came before us!"

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     614 Ultimate Path 1

      After a few moments, Daneel finally managed to speak in his mind.

     "Drakos… Are you listening to this?"

     He actually had to wait a few seconds for the reply from the Ancient Dragon, who was definitely similarly shocked on hearing that the people of Angaria had achieved something that those from the Empire had not.

     When the Dragon finally did reply, it was in a voice that was filled with disbelief.

     "Yes, Young King. It doesn't make sense. From everything I know regarding the Ultimate Path, nothing that changed during the apocalypse should have made it easier for anyone to pursue it. In fact, even you have the information regarding it, as it was also stood behind the third seal. If you go through it, you'll understand why it's not possible."

     Daneel already knew that this was the case, and he had just been about to ask the system to do so.

     However, he stopped as he felt that it might be more interesting to find out about the Ultimate Path from this man, which would give him the perspective of one who was listening about it for the first time.

     This was also a Hero level individual, so he did not want to risk that he might not put forward the correct reactions and end up causing suspicion to arise against him in the mind of this man who definitely seemed to be pretty damn smart.

     Later on, he could simply ask the system to fill in the gaps.

     So, Daneel stood there, agape, for a few seconds as if the words of the frail old man had shocked him to the core.

     This seemed to be the reaction that the man had been going for anyway, as he chuckled to himself softly and finally walked forward to stand in front of the King of Lanthanor.

     As the man was so short, he had to raise his head to look at Daneel, who finally regained his senses and asked, "H – how?!"

     "Follow me."

     With these two simple words, the man started to lead the way in a particular direction.

     Daneel nodded and turned around to follow, while making sure that the shock still remained in his eyes.

     Of course, this was real as he really was looking forward to finding out more.

     This was practically the Holy Grail that he had always been searching for ever since seeing the awesome power of that Black Raven in the visual message from Drakos.

     He could never have expected that he would encounter a method to pursue it in this Sect, even though he had been hoping for it.

     After all, it was no simple feat to have accomplished something that those from the Empire did not – all of the scholars from the Empire had had hundreds of years during a time when development was at its peak, which was something that was just not available to those interested in those fields in this age.

     They were equipped with all sorts of high-tech trinkets and a fully comfortable and safe atmosphere that encouraged sharing of knowledge where all the scholars did not hide their research in fear of it being stolen. In fact, this second part was actually the most important, and the argument could be made that it was also one of the reasons behind Earth's quick development in the 20th century.

     In Angaria today, that was simply not the case. In the time of the Empire, Daneel had found out from the Secret Archives that there had been a very specific and strict Information Protection rule, which allowed for anyone and everyone to share their work and ideas freely.

     If such a thing was present today, too, Daneel couldn't even imagine just what kind of things would spring out from the darkness and surprise everyone.

     He couldn't believe that he had ignored such an important avenue all these days, and he vowed to pursue it as soon as he left from the sect.

     However, right now, his full focus was still on the explanation that the hunchbacked old man in front of him would soon give.

     They walked out of two large wooden doors, and entered a tunnel that was made of the same material as the room.

     At certain points, there were a few windows, through which Daneel could see the Endless Sea, which made it clear to him that they were on the side of the fort that was facing this untraversable barrier that existed all around Angaria.

     Daneel kept walking forward in silence, and even though the hunchbacked man seemed to be hobbling forward just like any other old man would, he was actually covering a lot of distance with each step, which resulted in Daneel actually having to run forward to catch up as he had adjusted his speed based on how fast she had thought the old man would move.

     [Hero-level Fighter Technique: Void Displacement detected. Void Displacement allows a Hero to manifest tiny teleportation windows in front of their body to move forward at much quicker speeds. This can even be used in situations where anti-teleportation formations might be deployed, which is the main reason behind it being so popular. In the words of the scholar who wrote a treatise regarding this, "Any hero worth his salt will learn this technique, as it would give him a way to evade magical attacks from those stuck-up Mages so that they can be left crying instead of feeling so high and mighty that they can do things we Fighters cannot."]

     After remarking to himself that that scholar had definitely been bullied by Mages during his school life which must have led to this deep resentment against them, Daneel paid close attention to the sight of the old man which finally allowed him to spot what the system had been talking about.

     The reason he hadn't seen it before was that space elementary particles came together and dispersed so quickly that anyone would miss it if they blinked.

     Each teleportation was so minuscule that it only allowed the man in to move forward a few more centimeters than he usually would if he didn't do anything, but so many were conjured in such a short period of time that the overall result was pretty astonishing.

     At the same time, Daneel could also see why this was at the Hero level. In fact, he could also tell why this could only be done by Fighters who learned it, as a Mage casting the same spell would have to put forward so much more effort as they would be doing it consciously, all the time.

     Daneel already knew from various clues that he had seen so far that that was not how Fighters manipulated the world around them. They did it with their bodies – by training them to move in specific ways that resulted in minuscule changes in the elementary particles around them which finally led to whatever they wanted happening.

     A Mage obviously couldn't do this.

     It was exactly like the case of someone dumb doing something over and over again, for thousands of times until they became really adept at it – which allowed them to do it without any thought. Now, if someone much smarter came along and tried to do the same thing, they would be equipped to learn faster, but they would definitely not be able to do it as well as the one in the first case.

     Although Daneel liked this analogy that he just told to himself in order to understand it better, he realized that he should never speak it out, as it would definitely result in the old man who trained Elanev going berserk due to being called dumb.

     Slowly, it was becoming clear why that feeling before that he could be killed at the whim of this old man had been so apparent.

     The corridor they were in went straight forward, and soon, doors started to appear on the right side.

     They passed many, until they finally came across one that was glowing faintly with the light of the many, many formations that were protecting it from unauthorized entry.

     Even Daneel was dazed by the numerous layers of formations on the door in front of him. True, he was now equipped to break through them even if they were at the Hero level, but this was a case where someone had been so afraid of something being stolen that they had locked it up using 10 or 15 padlocks. Even though Daneel might be equipped with a hammer to break through one easily, wanting to smash through all of these would take so much time and result in such a ruckus that he would be caught before he could get through and take anything that he might be targeting.

     As Daneel looked up to read the words written on top of the door, he realized why this was the case.

     "Sect Vault. Trespassers will be killed."

     That explained it.

     After reaching it, the old man simply raised his hand, and all the formations seemed to melt as he was the one who commanded them all.

     Daneel hadn't known how to address him till now, but seeing this, he got the answer.

     Chief.

     This was definitely the Chief of the Fortress of Unyielding Might to whom they had been being led by those short-tempered individuals.

     The door soon opened to reveal a room that dazzled Daneel's eyes.

     As he entered and looked around, he had to admit that this was the most impressive Vault that he had ever seen, and this included the ones that he had been to back in the Sect of Hedon.

     The main reason behind this was summed up in a single word: weapons.

     Weapons of all sorts, sizes, and shapes.

     Since coming to this continent, Daneel hadn't seen weapons being used to their full potential, or even too much by high-level individuals in fights where life and death were on the line.

     He had pondered on this recently, too, and realized that he had actually not seen too many of such fights, and that he shouldn't make a judgment.

     Now, when he looked around and saw all the shining formations that were protecting the many weapons in front of him, he realised that all of these were high-level weapons that were fit for Champions, and in a few cases, even Heroes.

     Axes, swords, spears, pikes, bows, whips…

     The list went on and on, but Daneel had to reluctantly shift his attention from them as the old man had shambled forward once again using that technique to reach a point at the end of the room.

     Walking forward, Daneel noticed that the man was standing beside a 6-foot tall podium on which there was placed… A paper scroll?

     On seeing this, Daneel did a doubletake and had to verify whether this was something that might be disguised in this way in order to decrease the interest of one that might lay their eyes on it.

     However, no matter how much he scanned it, he could detect no such thing, which meant that it was simply what it appeared to be: a scroll of paper.

     As if having enjoyed himself enough on seeing the expressions of the King, the old man laughed again and said, "This is what you seek. Before you get even more frustrated, let me tell you the story behind it. Godbeasts and Bloodlines. These two words were what strong Fighters were usually associated with back during the Empire, and the Ultimate Path was something that a Bloodline Possessor would choose if they were also equally skilled in the Path of a Mage. The whole process of breaking through to become a Champion is that of resonating with the world, but the idea of the Ultimate Path is that one achieves resonance between their Fighter and Mage Paths, too, that results in an overall moderate amplification effect for themselves whenever they use either Path, and a substantial amplification when using spells that utilise both of these Paths. Such a man, who could beat almost anyone at his own level… could only be called 'Ultimate'. However, this was very difficult to attain even during the Empire, as even though it was theoretically possible, all those who tried always got too old as they have to try and achieve three things, or three resonances: one with their Champion Path, one with their Fighter Path, and one between these two. And to even make this possible, there were only a limited number of Champion and Fighter Paths that went together, and the problem was that they didn't fit many aspiring Champions. So, it was almost destined to be a pipe dream that was only achievable by very few, and even these few, although the went on to become illustrious Heroes, never managed to find the continuing Path or a way that would allow them to maintain this advantage when they became a Hero, which resulted in it all being meaningless and this drove away even more people from it. Only… Who could have thought that an apocalypse would be needed to change this? After the demise of the Empire, we had nothing. There were almost no resources, and there was a serious dearth of knowledge. And that… Is the best environment for a genius to be born in. One such genius… Was the first Sect Master of the Fortress, who established this Fort where we are standing. He single-handedly killed the crazed yet weakened bringers of the apocalypse, and began the construction of this stronghold as he did not wish for something like that to happen again. And all of this… Was only possible because he figured out a way to achieve the Ultimate Path. Now, this brings me to the most important part. Although I wish I could tell you more and just give this to you, there is a strict rule that that is only possible for Sect members. Too bad. So… That's that. Let's go."

     And in this way, one of the most epic speeches that Daneel had ever heard in his life ended, and he was led away without even understanding what was happening until he was standing in front of the doors that had the name "Sect Vault" on them.

     It was only then that he finally realized what the heck was going on.

     This damn old man wanted Daneel to join the Sect for some reason.

     So what better way could there be than to dangle something in front of him that was, right now, more enticing than anything else in the entire world?

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      The worst part was actually that the old man did not give Daneel any time to say anything before walking off in the corridor.

     Daneel had to curse under his breath and move his legs to follow the man, as he did not want to be left behind in this place that he knew nothing about.

     All through the journey, the damn guy in front of him kept humming a merry tune to himself, as if he was very happy with something.

     And of course, this irritated the King of Lanthanor very, very much, as he continued to grumble and scold the guy in front of him in his mind while thinking back to that room and what he had heard regarding the Ultimate Path.

     One thing was definitely clear: the word 'Ultimate' definitely fit.

     As he thought about it, Daneel also realized that this was the natural evolution from Champion and Fighter Paths that he should have figured out as soon as he heard the word "Ultimate".

     The old man had been right: only something which could unite the two Paths in one's body and give them an extra method to influence the world around them deserved that name.

     He had expected a lot from it, and all of his expectations had paid off, but he had been mercilessly… Well, clickbaited.

     Daneel even wondered whether this was the damn Head's doing, who always kept wanting him to join some or the other part of the Big Four.

     Somewhere in the sky, the Head coughed as this thought came in Daneel's mind, and if he found out that it was because the King of Lanthanor was cursing him with frustration, he would definitely pretty bemused.

     Forcefully calming himself down, Daneel asked the system to give him any information about the Ultimate Path that the old man might not have mentioned.

     That was not the case, as the old man had been quite succinct.

     This incensed Daneel even more. Even Drakos was dumbfounded as to how someone could have done something like that, and that too in a time of such chaos, but he did admit that if it was possible, then it would only be so during such a time as the old man had been right in saying that difficult times really did give birth to geniuses.

     After all, it was said that the Emperor had also been a product of such a time.

     Daneel could just imagine it. Hell, he didn't have to imagine it. Behind the third seal, there was a visual message of the recording of someone who had succeeded in training the Ultimate Path to become a Champion that stood above almost all of his peers.

     The only ones who were supposed to be able to give someone like that a challenge were apparently Bloodline Possessors who were also in command of their technique that brought out their Bloodline powers in full effect. And even then, it was said that it would be a fair matchup.

     Pumped full of expectations once again, Daneel first judged the distance in front of him, and only entered the visual message after seeing that he had at least one minute before they would reach the end of the corridor that they were walking toward.

     Of course, he also told the system to immediately wake him up if he was needed, as it would be controlling his body while his mind was elsewhere.

     After ensuring that everything was in order, Daneel closed his eyes, and opened them to view an open field filled with lush grass that waved in the wind which was gently blowing across it.

     Right in the middle, he could see a man dressed casually in white robes.

     He was sitting on the ground with his legs folded, and his hands were resting on his knees while he breathed in and out calmly, as if he was one with the world.

     The system spoke in his mind, disturbing him from this image in which it almost looked as if the man had melted into his surroundings, and was no longer visible unless one paid a lot of attention.

     This was the first time Daneel was seeing anything like it. If he had to describe it further, it was like seeing someone who had perfected the art of staying so still that they would disappear from one's vision.

     [This is a recording made specifically for researchers to use to entice talented individuals to try out their methods to obtain an Ultimate Path. Such methods had to be used as rumors became more and more wide-spread that trying to obtain an Ultimate Path would only result in doom.]

     It made more sense now that something like this existed, as Daneel had been puzzled before regarding what the purpose might have been behind recording the power of such an individual unless it was to show off.

     A moment later, the demonstration started along with a voice that was heard all over the area which gave him the details regarding what was happening.

     The first thing Daneel saw was the man standing up and putting on an expression of determination while looking at a spot in front of him, as if expecting an enemy to pop-up right there.

     Soon, it became clear that that was the case, as someone did appear in front of him to challenge him.

     "This man has trained in the simplest Ultimate Path, as he is not someone who has extremely high talent in either Path. His Mage Champion Path is that of fire – resonating with the understanding of the element that he gained after studying it deeply for numerous years, he was able to use this Path that allows him to gain an amplification in his attacks when they are fire-based. His Fighter Champion Path is that of strength – pursuing power over everything else, he trained his body to value strength above all else, allowing him to understand the route that one must take to become all-powerful. Lastly, he also managed to gain an understanding regarding how strength could be used to take one's inner fire to new heights, allowing him to obtain the 'Ultimate Path of Fiery Strength'. The result is in front of you."

     The speech wasn't all too impressive in itself. These two were some of the most common Paths that Daneel had seen, and although many struggled to at least use these in this age, he knew for a fact that during the time of the Empire, these Paths were frowned upon by even those with middling levels of talent.

     If such kinds of Paths were used, how good would an Ultimate Path be even if it was the case that there was an additional resonance to draw power from?

     A few words floated above the man who had just appeared as if to answer Daneel's question.

     "Mage Champion who has trained in a Lesser High-tier Champion Path and is on the same level as his opponent."

     Even High-Tier Champion Paths were separated into multiple categories, and the most common classification was that of Lesser and Greater ones. There were a few which didn't fall into either category, but these made too little a number to be considered.

     Raul's 'Balance' Champion Path was also a Lesser High-Tier one, from what Daneel understood regarding this classification, so he interestedly looked forward to what this Ultimate guy could achieve.

     And in a few seconds… he was gobsmacked.

     They were goddamn even!

     Daneel had been expecting some sort of hard contest, as just the concept that someone who trained in trash tier Champion Paths could contest against one that was pretty much guaranteed to reach the Hero level as long as they were living during the time of the Empire was something so crazy that anyone who heard it would definitely scoff and think that whoever was speaking had gone mad.

     Yet, that was exactly what he was seeing.

     The third resonance allowed this man to close the gap which would typically have taken at least four or five levels to overcome.

     Daneel had thought that the amplification might not be too large, but he had to change that opinion now.

     True, he had not seen the full extent of potential of an Ultimate Path yet, but what he had seen so far was more than enough to pique his interest and yearning even more.

     Before, he had been captivated enough by it to decide to get it even if he had to go out of his way.

     Yet, now… it was no longer an option that he would let it go.

     He needed it. That damn scroll had to be in his hands, no matter what he needed to do to make that happen.

     He had already arrived back in his body, and as he looked forward, he saw that there was still a moment before they reached the end of the corridor.

     So, he allowed himself that moment to daydream.

     A Mage Champion Path that would allow him to stand against all those at his level even if he used its power alone. A Bloodline that gave him incredible powers the likes of which would be enough to defend against any other Champion who dared to challenge him. And an Ultimate Path that united both of these, and allowed him to use them to blast his enemies with even stronger attacks, so that he would be able to add 'Killing enemies with shock and depression that they will never be as powerful' to his list of killing moves.

     This awesome dream was interrupted by the old man pushing open two large wooden doors which looked exactly like the ones that they had exited when walking out of that room into which Daneel had been teleported.

     And in this one… The first thing he saw was the giant which had been ready to kill him just a few minutes ago.

     For a moment, Daneel wondered whether this guy was leading him into a trap, but he relaxed when he saw that those red eyes had disappeared, and that the giant was also looking down as if it had just been reprimanded severely by someone.

     Focusing his elementary vision, Daneel got a glimpse of the remnants of a clone spell, which revealed the mystery that it was probably this old man, himself, who must have been using a clone to speak to the giant while his main body was in the company of Daneel.

     This room was also almost the same as that other one – bare walls, and an almost empty floor. In fact, Daneel even began to wonder why they hadn't bothered to just stay there.

     However, he got the answer to this when he saw a very peculiar… Chair that was on the podium in one corner of the room.

     It was this chair that the old man walked to and sat down, and as he did so, his whole aura seemed to change.

     That wasn't the only thing that changed, though.

     His thin, frail body suddenly began to fill with flesh, muscles, and sinew, and even his height began to increase, as if Daneel was seeing a sped up version of someone taking steroids.

     Soon enough, a middle-aged man with flowing hair, a medium-length beard, and a body even buffer than that of those who had welcomed them was in front of him, and Daneel was so flabbergasted by this transformation that he had to take a few seconds to ask the system just what the f*ck it was.

     [Blood Absorption Training Technique: Allows one to absorb vast amounts of blood to maintain their strength and power even if their age results in them growing weaker. Also extends lifespan to a degree depending on the overall level of those who shed the blood. A banned technique during the time of the Empire because it was repeatedly abused by those who did not care for common people.]

     So…this was where all that blood was being transported to.

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      Blood Absorption Training Technique.

     Although the name sounded simple, its implications were so vast that Daneel had to take a few moments to judge whether he should be afraid for his own life.

     So far, each and every encounter he had had with techniques that were related to blood hadn't gone very well – and this was specifically so with those who trained in such techniques.

     Although he had dabbled in them and used one to great benefit when he had had a great dearth in resources, Daneel knew just how harmful such techniques could be.

     This situation, though, was definitely much more complex than the ones he had been through so far.

     So, he took a moment to calm down and reflected on everything that he knew so far, instead of jumping to conclusions and doing things that he might regret later.

     First of all, it was a fact that all this blood wasn't being obtained by illegal or cruel means.

     Well, it could be called cruel in a way, but Daneel had carefully investigated all the activities being done in that mountain which were causing the bloodshed in the first place.

     All of them were typical Fighter training routines, and even Elanev had undergone them in that room under the Palace of Lanthanor. So, he knew that they were legitimate ways to increase one's strength.

     Of course, usually, the blood that was shed during such exercises would simply be left to be cleaned away by servants, but in this case, there were special formations that pulled and absorbed all the blood which appeared from the bodies of the Fighters the instant it was exposed to the air, without giving any time for it to fall and be contaminated.

     There was even a filtration system that filtered out the sweat and dirt from it as much as it could without disturbing the inherent composition of the blood, which made it clear that this was a very sophisticated formation that had been built for this very specific purpose.

     And now, when that purpose was revealed, Daneel realized that he actually had to consider that there was nothing wrong with it.

     After all, couldn't it be said that it was a kind of payment for allowing all those people to train with this Sect?

     Daneel felt it was possible, and he also realized one other thing: that mountain had only been occupied by Fighters who didn't have very high Body Potential. As for this one, even though he hadn't gone to any other rooms, he could tell that there were many advanced facilities for actual Sect members who were hand-picked to use precious resources to full effect.

     That, along with what he had seen when they had fallen through that cavity made it clear that this Sect, unlike the others, also had some sort of program for normal people even if they did not match the high standards that were typically the norm in all of the Big 4.

     Whether that was for their betterment, or for the blood that was being collected… It was anyone's guess, and it could even be that it was a mutual thing that left both parties happy.

     Next, coming back to this old man, Daneel saw that even though his age had decreased substantially due to this technique, that wisdom that had been present in his eyes and brow before was still there, which made him tell himself that he still had to be cautious.

     As for the chair, it had seemed very peculiar, and now, he understood why that was so.

     It couldn't be called a throne, as it wasn't very grand, but it definitely stood out as it was made mostly from the skin of some sort of snake.

     The material was thick, yet bouncy, which was evident from how the Chief had sunk into it when he sat down.

     The four legs of the chair were connected to 4 pipes in the ground, which were continuously transferring blood from some sort of storage that must be under this room to the hands of the Chair, where it was all being absorbed into the Chief's body without leaving behind any clue that there was even something like this happening.

     Dale could only notice it all when he had switched on his elementary vision, and even then, he had to get past multiple illusion formations that sought to not let anyone know exactly what was happening.

     The King wondered what he should say, but he kept quiet when he realized that this was, once again, the best option.

     First of all, nobody was capable of doing what he had just done, so he still had to feign ignorance, but thankfully, he was relieved of that need because of the words that the Chief spoke after letting the King stay puzzled for a few seconds.

     "You asked the purpose behind all that blood being collected in that mountain, right? This… Is that purpose. I am the oldest living Hero on this continent, even older than the present Head who took on his duties in my presence and with my blessings. All of this blood allows me to continue to live even though I am reduced to a husk of what I previously was, with only these situations where I am absorbing the blood allowing me to once again look like how I used to during the days of my prime. After I get up, though, you will see that old man once again, and although I was unhappy with it at one point because I always believed that the image of a Fighter should strike fear into an enemy and make them want to surrender right away, I have come to terms with it as it is who I am now. Let me make something clear, though. I'm not doing this because I want to give up my life even though I should have died long ago if I had lived naturally. Even now, my heart aches every time when I imagine the honest blood being shed by all those Fighters who came to this Sect to change their fates being gobbled up by me, like I'm some sort of monster. But I have no choice. The legacy of my Sect must live on. And for that, I have yet to find a suitable successor. The moment that happens, I will be more than happy to let everything go and drift away to the Heavens, where I will finally be able to join my brothers and sisters for a round of beer. Before we continue, do you have any questions?"

     Daneel took a few seconds to absorb this monologue, which was spoken in a very sad tone while the Chief looked into his eyes with an honest expression on his face.

     Daneel was even more divided now, but he decided to let it go for the moment and focus on just what the Chief wanted to say.

     He once again remembered that scroll, and fixed it in his mind as that was his goal right now. From now on, each and every thing he would do would be to get closer to it, even if it meant that he might not succeed in his other objectives, It was just that important.

     After all, with personal power, other things could also be achieved and accomplished, but if he didn't pursue it, it would be too late to regret later when he was dead because he wasn't strong enough for some situation.

     Seeing him shake his head, the Chief continued.

     Daneel had gotten a slight suspicion when he heard that last part, but that erased itself in his mind the moment he heard the Chief's next words.

     "And don't be disillusioned into thinking that you are that Saviour who has magically come to this Sect to fulfill my last wish. That cannot be said regarding your friend, either, whose future I do not envy. The one who laid down the instructions regarding him was someone in whom I placed many hopes, and even though he couldn't reach up to them, he still had an excellent stint in this Sect which makes me want to honor his request. What is true, though… Is that you are a different kind of individual when compared to the typical Sect members of my Fortress. But I don't want to get into that now. Maybe, later on, you'll understand the answer to this yourself. So let me leave you with one final statement regarding what you just saw, which might entice you to change your mind regarding certain things."

     It was time for the hammer to drop, and so he took in a deep breath as he waited for the Chief to continue.

     "There are two ways to get that scroll. The first is to become a Sect Member, and leave behind the Central Continent to train here solely as a fighter to reach the Champion level. After that, you can go through it, as each and every champion can do so. After all, the objective is always to find someone who could utilize what is written on that scroll to follow the same Path as our first set master, but alas, almost no one has been capable of that in thousands of years. The second way… Is to participate in the annual Legacy Battle of our Sect. It begins in one month, but I must caution you – that is a public event, and I will not be responsible if you end up being buried in the ground even after this warning. The Head won't be able to blame me, either. So, you have a choice to make. I expect that you will make one soon, so I'll be looking forward to hearing what it will be. For now, you are dismissed. Bam will lead you to the quarters where your friend is already waiting for you. He wants to speak to you about something, too. Don't be afraid- each and every thing in this Fortress is always under my purview. Nothing will happen to you unless you seek out dangerous situations yourself. And once again… Welcome to the Fortress."

     Bang! Bang! Bang!

     Barely a second after that he finished his speech, Bam walked forward with these resounding booms that were caused by his bare feet hitting the ground with all the mass of his body bearing down on the poor material that had been used to construct the floor of this chamber.

     As soon as he reached Daneel, he simply waved his hand and turned around before heading off in a different direction.

     The Chief closed his eyes and continue to absorb the blood, which made Daneel understand that this audience really was over. If he wanted to say anything more to the Chief, he would have to seek another one.

     So, he quickly followed after the giant, wondering just what the Chief had been talking about regarding Bam.

     The doors that he was led to were the largest that he had seen yet – they even dwarfed the giant, standing at double his size and requiring his full strength to open them as they were made of metal instead of wood like the others.

     Soon, it became clear why this was the case, as Daneel saw sunlight poured through the doors when they were open.

     A loud buzz also reached his ears, which made him understand that he was entering the Sect grounds.

     Yet, the moment he and Bam walked out to see a large open field that was clearly between the walls and the edifice in the middle of the Fort and was occupied by hundreds of Fighters who were training or chatting, the buzz ceased as everyone turned around to look at this unmistakable duo.

     Open scorn could be seen, but Daneel had expected this as he was an 'ant' from the Central Continent.

     Only…What was peculiar was that that was not the only emotion he saw.

     Some of the eyes that were staring at him… Were actually filled with admiration.

     In the next second, Daneel found out why this was the case, as a random guy sprang forward from the crowd and knelt in front of him before saying, "You defeated Bam, and Bam can smash me to bits, so that means you are stronger than me. Can you teach me how you did it even though you are supposed to be just a worthless villager from the Central Continent?"

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     617 Legacy Battle 1

      As soon as Daneel heard this extremely odd statement from this lad who wasn't even a Warrior level Fighter, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

     True, he had been acknowledged as the one who had beaten the giant beside him, but what they thought of him was made clear, and even though this wasn't very surprising given the general idea that those who were part of the Big Four had regarding the Central Continent, hearing it in this way was definitely pretty jarring.

     Thankfully, Daneel didn't have to reply as a shadow suddenly descended from the sky, blocking out the sun and materializing into a hand that fell on the spot where the kid who had just spoken to Daniel was standing.

     This made panic appear on his face before he leaped aside, as Bam's hand thundered onto the ground right where his feet had been a few moments ago, causing a 2-feet deep hole to appear in the earth that was present there.

     Taking large gulps of breath due to having escaped death in such a manner, the kid turned around to see that the giant who typically had an innocent or arrogant smile on his face was now pretty displeased about something.

     Of course, everyone knew the reason behind this, but they had been thinking that, just as always, Bam must have forgotten about it as he had quite a short-term memory.

     Realising that this wasn't the case, a few others who had also been about to move forward with the same objective as that first kid stopped in their tracks and quickly moved back, as they had no intention of tussling with this giant who regularly put multiple sect members in the sick bay for weeks on end.

     In fact, there were even betting circles where sect members could bet on the number of people who would be landing in the sickbay due to Bam in any given month.

     After looking around menacingly and seeing that there were no more people who wanted to emulate the same actions as that kid, Bam nodded to himself and growled, saying, "Talk later."

     These words were enough, as a passage opened up allowing the two to quickly cross the large open field and approach another building made of the same strange black colored rock.

     It looked like a guesthouse of sorts, as it was in the shape of a typical hut, albeit larger, which made it seem as if it could easily accommodate 5 to 10 people.

     And in front of the door was Elanev, standing alertly and eyeing the giant as if to see whether the situation from before would repeat.

     Bam led Daniel up to a point where Elanev was within earshot of them, and stopped.

     This made Elanev walk forward, and as soon as he appeared beside Daniel, Bam looked at them both and frowned like a little kid who was being made to do something that he didn't want to.

     Opening his mouth, he spoke in a very low tone.

     "Bam is sorry for what happened before. Contest is contest. Bam will not speak of puny king's weakness anymore. But it was not fair fight, so Bam does not acknowledge your strength. Bye bye."

     With a wave of his hand, before either Daneel or Elanev could say or even feel anything, the giant was gone like a willow on the wind.

     Daneel had initially thought that the giant was only capable of brute strength, and this he might be weaker in terms of speed and reaction time. Yet, now, seeing this, he realized that that was not the case.

     If he wished, the giant could also be as silent as a ninja before smashing his enemy into bits using his god-like strength.

     Finally finding himself alone, Daneel first talked a bit with Elanev, who told him that he was actually not looking forward to the old man's training at all.

     Daneel chuckled on hearing this, as even the Chief had said that he didn't envy Elanev's near future. True, it was all to grow stronger, but he slightly pitied his elder brother as he had no option but to resort to these methods to grow powerful.

     Well, it would all be worth it if he somehow managed to obtain a bloodline, but Daneel did not see any way in which that could happen.

     His training would start tomorrow, so they decided to first take a little bit of rest and gather their bearings before meeting later to decide what their game plan would be.

     Daneel went to his room, which only had a hard bed, a wardrobe, and an attached bathroom. Black was still the theme, and by this point, it was getting annoying.

     Lying down on the bed and grimacing on seeing just how hard it was, Daneel thought back to the options he had been given.

     Either become a sect member, or beat this Legacy Battle, whatever it was.

     The first was simply not an option right now. He still had a lot to do in the Central Continent, so going away to the Big 4 would not be a good idea, at all.

     Even later on, if he was free, he might not have chosen this as it would mean him bowing in and giving up everything he had obtained with great difficulty.

     As for the second one…it seemed to be the most enticing, but without knowing the specifics of the battle, Daneel wasn't prepared to make any judgments.

     An hour later, the two met again and decided to go find someone who could give them a tour of the sect.

     It was still early evening, so they wanted to get a measure of the place before retiring for the day and preparing themselves for whatever tomorrow would bring.

     Sadly, they failed, as they didn't even know whom to contact.

     Soo, though, using instructions from sect members most of whom didn't even feel it to be worth their time to give an answer, the two reached an administration block.

     Here, after announcing who they were, they finally got a guide allotted to them by the snarky guy in front of the communication trinket in the reception.

     Even the guide looked like he was unhappy due to being dragged away from whatever he was doing, but he relkuctantly took up his duty and began to lead them to the most famous areas of the Sect.

     Their first stop though…was one that interested Daneel greatly- it was a room where the two words 'Legacy Battle' were emblazoned in bold letters.

     When he entered, all he saw was dust, but the words from their guide startled him.

     "Oh, give it a few moments. The entire sect is participating in the Legacy Battle anyway. Someone wanted me to get you here as they found out that you might be competing, too."

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     618 The Group With No Names

      Daneel had been expecting something like this since the moment he had arrived at this sect, itself.

     In every powerful force, there was always some or the other character who would think high and mighty of themselves, so much so that they would want to assert their dominance on anyone who visited the Sect from outside.

     In the case of Daneel, he was actually a ripe candidate for someone like this to take pleasure in challenging and then beating him.

     Everyone knew that Daneel was a King, and although this was only in the Central Continent, he was pretty sure that he would still be the target of jealousy.

     After all, who wouldn't want to be revered thousands and tens of thousands of people?

     All these people knew that they would probably never be in such a position. However, most were fine with it.

     Some, though…would have too much of a superiority complex that wouldn't allow them to settle for the fact that someone from the Central Continent was greater than them in any aspect.

     Hence…they would resort to these antics.

     Folding his arms, Daneel watched as their guide slinked out of the room, leaving them alone in the vast chamber that looked like it had been built to house over a thousand people.

     Chairs and tables stretched out in front of Daneel and his elder brother, and there was a bar counter to the right in which many kinds of wine could be seen.

     Knowing for sure that he would be experiencing one of those clichéd moments where a cocky sect member would walk up to him with bravado and declare that he was nothing before proceeding to threaten him to step out of the battle, or risk being killed, Daneel decided to enjoy it with some wine.

     He treated it like an interesting play that he would be idly watching, as he knew that he would mostly be crushing anyone who walked through the door without fail soon, anyway.

     This wasn't overconfidence. No, it was just a simple admission of the truth by someone who had dealt with more than all these runts in the Sect could ever imagine.

     He wondered whether he should flip out and try to maintain the grandeur of a King, but he decided against it, as that was usually what dumb protagonists would do: by being impatient, they would bring unnecessary problems upon themselves that could simply have been solved by biding their time and then striking later when the opportunity was right. Daneel planned to do just this, so when he walked over the bar counter and chose a random bottle of wine before conjuring two glasses and filling them, he had a neutral expression on his face.

     Elanev followed, and it looked like he, too, had understood their situation.

     Instead of taking the glass, he took the bottle from Daneel's hands and downed it in one go.

     As he saw his younger brother raise an eyebrow on seeing this, he shrugged and said, "Ever since I've started this damn old man's training, wine has no effect on me. I need to get through at least a couple of bottles before I can start to enjoy it."

     Nodding, Daneel made a few bottles float into the air.

     With a flick of his finger, he broke them all and conjured another transparent, larger bottle into which all of the wine flowed.

     As he handed that to Elanev, his elder brother beamed and said, "Oh, don't mind if I do. Thanks for making it convenient!"

     A few seconds later, when a small group of people approached the room, this was the scene they upon.

     A man was chugging a huge bottle that was half his size.

     This would have been pretty peculiar in itself, but it didn't stop there.

     That large glass bottle had no bottom, and as it kept getting depleted, the man beside him would make more and more bottles float into the air before shattering them and adding their wine to the large one that his friend was drinking.

     Already, they could see that over a quarter of the wine that was typically meant to feed 50 people had been depleted, which made one of them who was an avid drinker step forward and shout, "Hey!"

     'Glug, glug, glug'

     That was the only response he got, as the two completely ignored him and continued their task, whatever it was.

     The lover of wine was about to jump forward, but he was stopped by a tall man who stood at the head of their group.

     "Wait."

     Hearing this word, the man nodded and stepped back to his initial position, while the rest continued to watch, wondering just how much more this guy could take.

     It was already commendable that he seemed to have more capacity than their Survival Master, who was a Peak Champion that was supposed to be able to drink more than a hundred people combined.

     Initially, they were bored, but after a minute, astonishment was on their faces as they saw the entire stock depleted.

     All that wine could have been drunk by 50 people, yet this man had finished this alone?!

     Moreover, he didn't even look that woozy! As he threw aside the glass bottle which disappeared into the air, he even started looking around for more, which flabbergasted them and made them feel like running forward to hide the reserves stocked in the other bar counters around the room.

     Daneel finally lay his eyes on them while they were looking at each other and whispering that this was supposed to be impossible.

     He had already noticed them even before they had come with a hundred meters of the room, but Daneel had wanted to throw them off their balance by introducing this scene.

     He had also been secretly hoping that they would attack, as he could then use a few nasty spells on them and say that he had acted in self-defense.

     For example, there was a Hero-level spell that he had gotten from the third seal which would make one grow hair all over their body that would attract fleas strongly.

     It was a prank spell, but it had been banned after it was used in a war to disable an entire company of foot soldiers.

     The problem was that without the counter-spell, anyone affected by it would have their vitality sucked out, before dying and turning into a husk that was covered in a gigantic ball of hair.

     Any spells that sought to change the flow of Energy in one's body like this were at the Hero-level, as that was the complexity required to do such a feat.

     Daneel chuckled inwardly as he imagined 5 people covered with hair running around while panicking, after which he could secretly cast the counterspell and remove all traces. It would seem like a prank where someone had glued on hair, instead of making it grow.

     He had no idea why he was thinking up something so elaborate, so as he thought about it, he realized that although he was ready to sit through something like that, he would be pretty irritated, and he wanted to act on that irritation instead of swallowing it up. With everything he had, he simply didn't have to.

     Also, as Daneel watched them approach after being commanded by their leader, he realized that his earlier supposition that everyone in this Sect was rippling with muscles like this was some sort of extreme gym from back on Earth was wrong.

     In this group, there were three different body types: of the 5 of them, two were buff like the others he had seen, but one of them was round.

     Yes, round, exactly like a ball.

     He walked like a penguin- putting his feet to the side in order to not wobble and fall down.

     The other two were lean, and this group included the leader, who was at least 2 meters(6 and a half feet) tall.

     Daneel and Elanev remained seated on the bar counter while the 5 approached.

     Elanev had found one last bottle under the wooden counter, and as he was just about to open it and drink, the leader of the group walked forward and caught it, making Elanev glare at him fiercely.

     Sensing that the confrontation was here, Daneel prepared to pull back his elder brother if necessary. He could tell that this guy was also a Peak Warrior, but he was…different. Although Daneel didn't feel danger from him, he could tell that this guy was definitely pretty damn powerful.

     However…what happened next made the King understand that he should really not judge books by their covers.

     Pulling away that wine bottle, the tall man took one out from his inner pocket.

     Placing it in Elanev's hand, he said, "Normal wine does not affect us Fighters much. Try this."

     Elanev looked at Daneel, who nodded after using the system to scan and verify that there was no poison in the wine.

     The third seal also contained an exhaustive list of flora, fauna and their uses, so he was pretty confident that there wasn't any poison that could escape the system.

     Elanev raised the bottle as if he would gulp it down, but he choked and immediately lowered it on taking just a single sip.

     His eyes turned red, and he looked as if he had just drunk liquid fire that was burning his insides.

     Daneel could tell that this was nothing to worry about. So, he just waited with a curious expression on his face.

     Finally, when Elanev took a few gulps of air and finally managed to get back to normal, he looked at the tall man and sputtered, "What the f*ck was that?!"

     The tall man had simple features, which would never stand out in a crowd. Of course, his height was distinctive, so Daneel and Elanev had to crank their necks up to see him.

     Noticing that, he took a seat beside Elanev on the bar counter and said, "Firewine. Concocted in the depths of the mountain from Ether blocks and a special plant that only grows inside volcanoes. We have no active ones in Angaria, but the Twin Peak of the Sect is a dormant one. Each bottle costs 2 Ker Gems, and can be used for training, too."

     If that was true, then this was definitely the most expensive bottle of wine that Daneel had ever seen.

     Taking it from Elanev, he took a sip and understood why his elder brother had reacted like that.

     It really did feel like fire was burning up his mouth, throat, and stomach, but when he endured past it, a high unlike any other struck him, making him want to leap up and go out to war, too, if needed.

     Curbing that feeling and eyeing the bottle with appreciation, Daneel asked, "Who're you, and why did you want us to be here?"

     Still with that smile on his face, the man said, "Names are unimportant in this sect unless one distinguishes themselves. You can call me Tall. These are Short, Round, Thin and Lean. I wanted to meet you because I want to work with you in the Legacy Battle."

     Well, that was definitely strange.

     Daneel pondered for a bit, and answered, "What is this Legacy Battle, anyway?"

     The answer was given by Round, who had a deep, booming voice that echoed in the room.

     "A Legacy Battle is conducted annually to shortlist candidates who are then mentored by the Chief, himself. The Battle, itself, is simple. Participants are thrown into a vast jungle where they must survive for 30 days. Champion level individuals will be going around acting as crazy individuals who kill all those they lay their eyes upon. The objective is to mimic the conditions after the Apocalypse, where our Sect Founder burst forth with potential in such an atmosphere to accomplish things which are still sung about to this day. The hope is that one who is worthy of taking forth his legacy will react similarly. No one knows how to win. No one knows what metrics are used to judge the participants. All we do know is that no one has won in the past few hundred years."

     As Daneel heard all this, only one thought appeared in his mind.

     What the f*ck kind of a contest was this?!

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     619 Legacy Battle 2

      No rules, no metrics, and no winners.

     It was like a student sitting down for an exam without knowing what was being tested, as there were no metrics to go by.

     Seeing the completely puzzled expressions on both of their faces, the one who had called himself the peculiar name 'Tall' shrugged and said, "I know, right? It's just that strange. All we do know is that at the end, a few people are selected to be mentored by the Chief. They obtain all of the best resources and facilities, and they easily go on to become powerful Champions. This year, I want to achieve that, too."

     The last sentence was spoken with a singular determination that Daneel had seldom seen in others.

     Clearly, this guy was someone who had set a goal, and his passion for fulfilling that goal was capable of attracting others to his cause.

     In fact, in many ways…Daneel was the same, although he was equipped with just a liiiiittle special something that set him apart.

     Of course, even though that was the impression he got, and even though his expectations had been subverted, he had no intention to trust this guy so fast.

     After all, it was still possible that he might be being set up as a scapegoat.

     Deciding to hear everything he had to say before making a decision, Daneel said, "How do you plan to accomplish that, though, when there are no metrics?"

     In response, it was Tall who answered again.

     "There are two things that can be done by anyone who wishes to excel in the Legacy Battle. One…survive. That is the name of the game. Although more than 1000 people take part in the Battle every year, only 100 remain until the last week. And on the last day, it's usually a miracle if even 20 or 30 are still alive. This is because the Champions acting as crazy destroyers grow stronger with time, and even start adopting various tactics to flush us out. All in all, if someone manages to survive till the last day, they will at least ensure that they have a chance of being selected."

     Daneel nodded. It did make sense.

     "This, in itself, is easier said than done, but I have a secondary goal. It is…to stand out. Every year, those who give stellar performances while excelling in some matter or the other typically get selected, and their talents are nurtured. For example, last year, my own elder brother, Kanor, was selected because he was really adept in making others enter situations where they could only flee or be killed by the destroyers if they targeted him. Resources are also scarce, so there is a lot of infighting. He is…was a master of using his surroundings to full effect."

     Both Daneel and Elanev could clearly detect the hint of sorrow that was present in Tall's tone as he said this.

     The one who had been called Lean even walked forward and laid a hand on Tall's shoulder, who shrugged it off and said, "I'm fine."

     In this situation, the typical thing that anyone would do was ask and find out the story behind why this guy was sad.

     However…Daneel wasn't someone typical.

     He hadn't come to the Big 4 to make friends and acquaintances. He had enough of those in the Central Continent, and his objective was to save them all by using everything he obtained here. If he went into sidetracks while he was here which might end up resulting in him jeoparding his main goals, he would never be able to forgive himself.

     True, he was interested, and he was ready to help if he could do so without going too much out of his way.

     But if it was something where he would have to go up against some powerful figure which would result in his time being wasted massively, he would have no qualms in ignoring this for now and keeping it in the back of his mind for a time when, maybe, he was the leader of this sect.

     Well, right now, it would seem like a farfetched dream, but people had said the same about an Alliance until they saw it formed.

     Daneel didn't have to ask Tall to tell him the reason, though. Tall turned toward them and began to talk, which made the King of Lanthanor look at him with just a tiny hint of suspicion in his eyes.

     "I apologize. My elder brother was killed recently in a fluke accident during a friendly tournament with another member of the Big 4. I simply wish to follow in his footsteps and make sure that our family is 'Named' once again instead of remaining 'Unnamed'."

     "It's all right. Losing someone close to us can be tough."

     It was Elanev who said this, but the message he sent to Daneel through the communication trinket he had was totally different.

     "He's probably a lying sack of sh*t."

     Daneel felt like smiling as he heard this. Clearly, he and his elder brother shared the quality of suspecting someone if they gave away even the tiniest of clues.

     Elanev had always been someone smart who chose his battles wisely. True, he was a flirt and he loved bravado- he even loved mixing the two together which netted him a lot of the women in Lanthanor, but he had never been someone who blindly believed someone or something just based on face value.

     That was one of the reasons Daneel had looked up to him as an elder brother, as he had treated these as qualities he should learn.

     And it looked like he had grown up and done just that.

     Both of them kept their suspicions close to their chest, so Tall just continued without noticing anything.

     "I called you here because I have been following everything you were doing in the Central Continent. Others think that you were lucky, but I think you must have some trump card of your own. And, of course, everyone knows that you have an Inheritance which you displayed to beat a Champion, but they use various excuses to dismiss that, such as that a newly ascended Champion might not have fully understood his own power. Their prejudice blinds them and makes them see someone to scorn, but I see an opportunity. Work with me, and I will guarantee that you will also be selected in the Legacy Battle. At least, I can promise that I will give you the most chance for that to happen. We still have a month, so you don't need to rush to take a decision. Before that, many things can happen, so I will only look for an answer a week before the battle, as we will have to plan strategies if you do agree. Are you ok with that?"

     Daneel thought for a bit and nodded, as there was time.

     True, a lot of things could happen.

     Smiling again, Tall took out another bottle of firewine from another inner pocket and placed it on the table before saying, "A gift because it is our first meeting. Lean will act as your official guide. Apologies for using that method of making our meeting happen- I had to do it discreetly, as there are many other factions eyeing the battle, too. Be rest assured that mine is one near the top, though. And if you want to find out more about us, just ask anyone about the 'Unnamed'. Goodbye for now, King."

     Daneel nodded once again and smiled slightly, following which Tall stood up and began walking in the direction of the door while flanked by the other three. Lean stayed behind, and his attitude seemed to be much better than their previous guide.

     Daneel was just about to take his own bottle of firewine, but he paused when he heard Tall say one last thing before exiting from the door.

     He was just a step away, but he had paused and turn around to say it.

     "A word of caution regarding your friend, by the way. He is not welcomed in this Sect because many believe he doesn't deserve the position that he has automatically obtained. The way forward is marred with thorns, so I would advise him to tread carefully."

     A flash of realization passed across Elanev's face as he heard this.

     So this was the reason behind everything he had seen since coming here.

     He had already figured out that the machinations of the old man in his head had enabled him to gain quite a lot in this Sect.

     However, he should have known that this would cause displeasure.

     Back when he had been saved from that bear by the Empire Spirit, he had been told one thing which he still remembered clearly.

     "Boy, a Fighter's life is filled with obstacles. Each one you pass will threaten to break your spirit. Your body will be broken countless times, but it can at least be healed. Your spirit, though…if it shatters, all will be lost. So I ask you one last time. Are you determined to become my disciple? I can promise you that I will make you the greatest Fighter of your age, but all that will be for naught if you break on me. If you decide to be cautious, I will understand, and there will be no debt that needs to be repaid."

     Elanev repeated the same answer that he had given the Empire Spirit on that day.

     "F*ck caution. My old man always used to tell me that when I learned to walk, I never looked down as I didn't care about anything else but getting to where I wanted to go. I am still the same. I'll smash my way through anything that dares to stand in my way. Go tell those thorns that."

     In response, Tall smiled enigmatically before leaving the room.

     …

     Meanwhile, Faxul and Kellor were in the same underground room where the incident that had led to Faxul becoming a Champion had occurred.

     This was actually Faxul's favorite place now, as he had never imagined that he would once again have a body to call his own.

     Sitting at that same spot as before, he kept an eye on all the commanders of Lanthanor who were undergoing the 'Road Through Hell' that was supposed to make them Warriors.

     Kellor was doing the same, but he had a hopeful expression on his face.

     A few minutes later, he suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Yes! Finally! The last stage! Faxul, get ready! It's the most crucial part!"

     Raising his eyebrows, Faxul got up and walked to the array of display trinkets that were broadcasting everything happening in the various sections of the Road.

     Multiple torture devices and situations which were meant to pull out the inner potential and 'push' of a Human could be seen, but they were all empty, as they had all been passed successfully.

     The Road was typically something that took a few days to even weeks according to Daneel. Time needed to be given for the participants to rest between attempts, and this was the main reason behind this.

     These commanders had no idea that so, so much had happened outside since they had been trapped inside the Road. For them, their only goal was to get the f*ck out so that they could get back to their King.

     After many days, Cassandra and Aran had finally reached the final step.

     It was a coincidence that they had done so in generally the same time, but when one realized that these two always trained together and had comparable strength even though their Paths were different, it would make more sense.

     They were standing in empty rooms, frantically searching for the traps that had made them pull out everything they had to survive.

     Only…they saw nothing, until a mist suddenly began to appear from minuscule holes in the walls.

     Cassandra had reached this room first, and she was the one that Kellor had seen and exclaimed. She fainted, and as Aran entered a different, similar room a half hour later, the same happened to him.

     The mist brought one face to face with their deepest fears. If they overcame them using one last push, they would break through.

     Otherwise…if they were allowed to suffer for too long, they would become mentally unstable.

     Hence, Faxul needed to be alert. The moment he saw that something was wrong, he would have to jump in.

     So, with bated breath, the two men waited to see whether these two Commanders of Lanthanor were capable of taking their fate into their own hands.

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     620 Cassandra 1

      Cassandra was going through one of the most horrible times of her life.

     Days ago, she had been kidnapped by some entity that was far more powerful than her.

     She didn't know where she was. She didn't even know if Aran was alive, as they had been taken together. And she didn't even know what the f*ck the motive of the culprit was, unless he just got off on watching them suffer.

     During the brief time of respite that she got between the ordeals that tested her mind and body to their limit, she would often wonder this, and shout out her questers at the bare stone walls of the room she was trapped in.

     Of course, there was always only a single answer, given in an emotionless voice that did not belong to anyone she knew.

     "Reach the end of the Road if you wish to leave."

     Oh yes, the Road.

     Room after room of pure hell, where even a moment of not giving her all would have taken her life.

     She had crossed vats of boiling lava that would fall on her if she were even a second slower in crossing a wide area full of traps. She had gone past poisonous arrows that she had had to deflect with all her might using every magical trick she knew unless she wanted to die by being hit by one. And she had even had to, at one point, completely deplete her Mageroot while defending against a boulder that had been about to crush her.

     Each time, she would think that that was it. That it was all over, and that all the goals she had worked toward in her life would never be reachable.

     Yet, somehow, she would pass that stage by pulling out power that even she didn't know she had.

     Each time, it would also feel like she was reaching closer and closer to something, but that there was just one last barrier that was stopping her from reaching it.

     After every ordeal, a spell would put her to sleep and when she woke up, she would find food waiting for her.

     Of course, she didn't waste a single morsel, as she still had hope of getting the f*ck out of here.

     Today had started like any other. She had been through an ordeal and rested for an unknown amount of time, and she had woken up and eaten the food.

     When she was teleported to the next room, though…it was empty.

     She had waited for some threat to appear. But there were really no signs whatsoever of the typical traps that would always be there.

     After a few seconds, a yellow smoke entered the room, and she instantly went on guard.

     Making two fireballs appear over her palms, Cassandra carefully looked around, waiting for the threats to appear so that she could overcome them.

     However, all she heard was…laughter.

     Laughter from three people, who were very, very familiar to her.

     "Cassie dear, how have you been?"

     NO!

     Cassandra immediately began to back away from where she stood.

     The fireballs had disappeared, and she looked just like a helpless woman who had no means to defend herself.

     She kept backing up more and more until she hit the wall, and even then, she tried to keep moving but stopped as there was nowhere to go.

     The yellow mist began to fade, and because it had been clouding her vision till now, this resulted in her being able to see what was in front of her much more clearly.

     A woman wearing a green cardigan, holding a little boy in her hands who was dressed neatly with his hair combed carefully to the side.

     And a thick-set man with broad shoulders who had his hand on the woman's shoulder, while he looked at her with a small smile on his face.

     All three of them were smiling at her, and it was the woman who had spoken.

     "Sis, you really did become a Mage! So cool!"

     This was from the little kid, and her father spoke next.

     "Cassie, why are you scared? Don't worry, we are but remnants who were invoked by a spell. You never forgot us. And you never let go of your guilt. The one behind this was able to use that to make this happen."

     Saying so, the man patted the woman's shoulder, who walked forward slowly with her hand stretched out.

     The little boy came, too, but he showed much less caution.

     He immediately ran up to his sister and hugged her legs tight, and this finally opened the floodgates.

     Sobbing, Cassandra hugged him back, and she could feel his skin as if he really was present in front of her.

     Her mom soon reached her, and she was pulled into the hug, too, while Cassandra bawled just like she had all those years ago, when she had been left alone with three motionless bodies.

     Her father also walked forward and joined the little family, and as he did so, Cassandra felt complete.

     For years, she had been holding the guilt close to her heart while moving through life, endeavoring to never show anyone that she was broken inside.

     The truth, though…was that she was very much a wreck, and that revenge had been the only thing holding her together.

     Now, however, when she felt the warmth of her family again, she realized that it hadn't been just revenge.

     No, it was grief, too, and the fact that she couldn't let go of them.

     Cassandra wished that this moment would stretch on forever. She really did. Yet, a sound interrupted them.

     "No welcome for us, little girl? Did you miss us?"

     A voice that made rage fill Cassandra's mind was heard from near her, making her immediately move forward and shield her family behind a barrier that she instantly conjured.

     2 men were standing in front of her. Both wore black clothes with a few grey spots here and there, and they wore masks on their faces.

     Their voices, though…were unmistakeable.

     "It's not just your family whom you didn't let go of. You killed us with a tiny break knife, but you still remember us with hate every damn day. It's all useless, though. You don't believe me? Then just try and stop us while we do the same thing one more time. And just like last time…you won't be able to do a damn thing."

     …

     In a room nearby, both Faxul and Kellor had their eyes fixed on Cassandra, who had just shuddered where she lay on the ground.

     "It's begun", said Kellor, to which Faxul nodded.

     "Such a strange formation. Daneel said that it puts one in the most traumatic situation of their life again, right? If they get that final push and break through, they resolve that incident and become free of any guilt they might have, depending on the nature of the incident. If not, though…it will completely break them, and I should pull her out if there's a risk of that happening. In many ways, it is cruel, but seeing the way these two had to get to the final stage…its possible that they might have taken a very, very long time to break through naturally."

     As Faxul said this, Kellor nodded, but he still had his eyes completely focused on Cassandra.

     He had never had any other family except these two, until Daneel had come along. He cared more about them than anyone else in the world, and it had been practically torture seeing them struggle so much through this Road.

     However, he knew that it was necessary.

     All his life, Kellor had never prayed to the Heavens for anything.

     His Master had always told him that praying was an act of desperation. Only when one is sure that they can no longer affect a situation using their own power, should they pray, and hope for the best.

     Well, now he was desperate.

     Closing his eyes, he prayed.

     …

     Meanwhile, Daneel and Elanev had just been through almost all the areas of the Fortress of Unyielding Might.

     The thing that stood out most was the extensive effort that had been put into creating various types of innovative facilities that all sought to develop each and every aspect of a Fighter.

     In fact, this place reminded Daneel a lot of the army training camps that he had seen in videos back on Earth. Of course, with the addition of magic, there was so much more danger, but also so much more potential that could be dug out by those who went through them.

     In particular, Daneel had been quite impressed by a 'Movement' training course, where there was a vertical wall which had to be scaled by Fighters.

     Unlike Mages, Fighters didn't have the facility of simply flying to wherever they wanted. They had to learn to be able to cross any terrain, and this was just one of the types which were tested and trained.

     The peculiarity, though…was that there was a time limit. If one didn't get to the top in that time limit, a formation would make gravity surge, making the candidate fall to the ground, where there would be a pit of fire waiting for him.

     Of course, the objective was not to kill those who failed.

     No… it was to embarrass them.

     Each one who fell would have their ass set on fire, and as they leaped out and hurriedly put it out, there was a communication eye that recorded them and played their footage on a display trinket that was set up nearby.

     So…unless a Fighter wanted to be seen with a blackened butt, they would strive to only test themselves here when they were sure that they could pass.

     And if they wanted more resources, the only way was to pass such tests.

     Nearing the end of their tour, Daneel and Elanev approached a gate through which many Fighters could be seen going out and coming in.

     This was when they noticed something peculiar.

     Those who were leaving the gate had very sullen expressions on their faces, while those who were entering the Sect had broad smiles.

     Daneel got a faint suspicion when he saw a few buildings past the gate, and it was confirmed when their guide spoke.

     "Beyond that gate lies a settlement which is fondly called the 'Fortress's Mistress'. As you must know, all people have certain needs which, if not satisfied, can end up distracting them in the long run. This village was established to prevent that from happening. Men and women can go at any time, and it is encouraged as there are a lot of perks given to all those who bear the children of Fighters. According to the Chief, we have a duty to populate the continent with more people who have the chance of having a higher Body Potential. It is completely voluntary, and the stronger you are, the more doors are open to you in there. There is also the standing record regarding the number of simultaneous…"

     "Oh, we don't need to know about that. Let's go."

     As Daneel said this and interrupted their guide, they moved on, but weirdly, the three of them moved in three different directions.

     Assuming they were going back, Daneel turned around.

     With the intention of going forward, their guide had walked on.

     And as for Elanev…he turned left, and headed straight to that gate with a hungry expression on his face.

     Daneel turned around on seeing no one near him, and sighed as he saw his elder brother forgetting everything else.

     Conjuring a hand, he was about to drag him back by his collar, but he was stopped by the guide who said, "Let him go. You'll see why."

     Raising an eyebrow on seeing the tone of the man and noticing something amiss, Daneel dispersed the spell and followed Elanev along with the guide.

     Passing the gate, they came across a wide road on the two sides of which were numerous stone houses.

     The Fighters who were in front of them randomly walked up to houses and knocked on the doors, following which they would either be pulled in, or left standing there.

     If there was no response, they would get a dejected expression on their face and move on to another one.

     Elanev was a quick learner, so he ran up to the first house and knocked.

     Striking a dashing pose, he waited, but there was no response.

     After a few moments, sure that it was a mistake, he knocked again, following which a voice was heard from inside.

     "We know who you are. And here, no doors are open to those who get things without deserving them. Piss off."

     The guide spoke up while Elanev went eerily still.

     "A rival of ours holds a lot of sway here, and he is one of those who are displeased about you. Y-"

     The guide choked on his words as two burning eyes had just locked onto him.

     They were Elanev's, who had turned around while bloodlust burned in his eyes.

     In a chilling voice, he said, "Point me to him. I'm going to murder that f*cker."

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      Daneel initially felt like laughing when he heard this, but feeling the bloodlust actually radiating outwards in waves as if it was ready to take form and suffocate all those near him, he understood that Elanev wasn't kidding.

     He really wanted to kill the one responsible for this.

     Well…he could understand why this would cause so much frustration for his dear elder brother.

     Even the guide seemed to have detected this. Raising his hands, he said, "Whoa, there, now! We don't need to get hasty! During the Legacy Battle, we can point you to him and even help you in the process!"

     Daneel furrowed his eyebrows and turned to Lean who said this.

     It was there only for a moment, but Daneel caught the flash of happiness that came across his face which he quickly hid.

     If it weren't for him being able to activate the Basilisk's Breath whenever he wanted in the fraction of a second, he wouldn't have been able to see the confirmation for the suspicion he had gotten on hearing the statement from Lean.

     This guy had planned this on purpose.

     Or, at least, if it wasn't him, it was Tall, who seemed to be the ringleader behind all this.

     For someone who was used to scheming so much, it was clear as day.

     They had been lead here, and it was a reasonable assumption that most virile men would march to the village as soon as they found out that they could seek the company of a woman by using their strength.

     Elanev had taken the bait, and when Daneel had been about to stop him, Lean had encouraged it.

     And now, all of it had resulted in this situation, as he knew that Elanev would be denied entry.

     There was really nothing like the rage that would erupt when something like this was snatched away from a man.

     Daneel also had to admit that it was a pretty damn effective plan. He was even a bit impressed, but only a bit.

     As Elanev took a few deep breaths on hearing this and forcefully calmed himself down while storing that anger deep inside his mind, Daneel kept a track on Lean without looking at him.

     The system was, of course, really helpful in this. And soon, his second confirmation came when the system reported that Lean had looked at him with a slightly disappointed expression for the briefest of moments.

     What more could he need? This was definitely Lean's assignment- to entice them into joining the Legacy Battle. And he was disappointed because Daneel hadn't fallen for it.

     There was definitely more to these 'Unnamed' than what was visible on the surface, and Daneel was now really interested in finding out what that was.

     Elanev would have noticed this too, if he had been thinking with his mind.

     Walking up to Daneel, he spoke with gritted teeth.

     "I wasn't really that interested before, but now, I'm so looking forward to that Legacy Battle. Maybe joining with these guys is not such a bad idea. Even if that f*cker before was lying, we can use them to our advantage."

     Daneel raised an eyebrow as he heard this.

     So he hadn't completely gone into 'cucked' mode after all.

     Nodding, Daneel looked toward Lean in order to continue their tour.

     This was the last part, so they were just shown the cafeteria once more before Lean left after giving them a communication trinket that they could use to contact their group if needed.

     He repeated the same thing as Tall- that they would be waiting for a positive response, to which Daneel simply replied with a smile.

     Finding themselves alone again in the guest quarters, Daneel first asked Drakos to deploy a Hero-level anti-eavesdropping stealth formation.

     This was a special formation to be used in cases where a location might be under the active surveillance of someone. The formation would both prevent others from listening in, and also project a fake one that would make it seem as if they had gone to sleep, or were training.

     Daneel had the formation after breaking the third seal anyway, but he asked Drakos to deploy it as he didn't want to shock the Ancient Dragon too much by showing that he could deploy it without getting a splitting headache, as would be the case for even the most highly talented Warriors.

     After it was active, he nodded to Elanev to indicate that they were cloaked, following which his elder brother immediately smashed a table near him.

     "I HATE BEING MANIPULATED!"

     Yes, he had definitely understood it too.

     The Central Continent was just a place where there were many more instances of using underhanded methods and scheming.

     Elanev was also the son of the Righteous Hawk, who had uncovered many treacherous schemes in the Kingdom of Lanthanor over his long tenure. So, it obvious that some of that knowledge had trickled down to his elder brother, too.

     Chuckling softly, Daneel said, "So you found out, too?"

     Sitting down explosively on a sofa near the fireplace, Elanev spat out a reply.

     "Of course! I know women. Her statement was rehearsed, and she hadn't even done a very good job at it! Well, I've seen my fair share of acting from those who wanted to cheat me, so I could sniff it out right away. And that guy! So amateurish. I'm still affected, though."

     Oh? Daneel hadn't noticed that.

     Well, different people did have different talents, after all.

     Smiling, he, too, sat down and said, "That's all right. It's just good that you know. We have to collect information which isn't manipulated by that group. I have a suspicion that its pretty powerful, and that they will be actively looking to monitor what we hear."

     "But how? I seem to be public enemy number one, and it doesn't look like not many people like you, either. Well, there might be sycophants like those guys, but I doubt that they will be any help."

     "Haha, that's simple. Give me a second."

     Saying so, Daneel closed his eyes and said, "System, create a new Eavesdropping Module using all the Hero-level spells that we have. The objective is to collect information only by breaching anti-eavesdropping formations which can be broken through without alerting anyone."

     [Affirmative. Creating module. Checking formation and spell repository. Shortlisting spells. Base spell: Hagaro's 'Find whether your wife is cheating on you without alerting anyone' spell. Creating module by adding other spells…]

     Daneel got an amused grin on his face as he heard this part. Clearly, poor Hagaro had created this spell after a very bad experience.

     Barely a few seconds later, the system was done.

     "Use the module to collect information from my surrounding areas regarding all the major factions, and their members. In particular, focus on their reputations and past deeds, and any rivalries that are present. Keep running this module. Of course, keep making sure that no one detects it. Safety is paramount-its fine if less data is collected because of that."

     Daneel insisted on this, as he had no intention whatsoever of fighting that Chief, or alerting him. No, he was just a bit too out of his league right now.

     Gossip was basically an ephemeral force that was essentially omnipresent in most social settings. Even if some places might have anti-eavesdropping formations, there would definitely be many places where people might be talking in the open after just making sure that no one was around.

     The number of things that were said by over a thousand people over the span of a few minutes, itself, couldn't be underestimated.

     Just 5 minutes later, the system had an answer for him.

     [Major Factions: 3

     Faction 1. 'The Unnamed': Contains those who enter the sect with common backgrounds. Created to rally against those who have a background in the sect. Although resource distribution is completely based on talent, there are various things which can only be attained, or can be attained faster, by those with a significant background. The objective of this group is to rise to the top and show those who disdain them regularly what they are worth.

     Faction 2: 'The Glorious'/???: No unified name. Simply a loose organization by those with background which only congregates when things are serious.

     Faction 3: ????: Name not found. Only referred to by pronouns. Comprised of the topmost individuals in the sect. An exclusive clique that many yearn to get into, but cannot do so unless invited.

     Rivalries: Factions 1&2 - Direct rivalry. Compete in every contest to prove who is the best. A lot of talk was currently eavesdropped on regarding the Legacy Battle, for which secret bets seemed to have been made between these two groups.

     Factions 3 and (1+2): An ever-present rivalry between those who achieve at the peak, and those who seek to do so.

     Both factions 1 and 2 are known to use all means possible to obtain what they want.]

     Well…that was a pretty damn good summary.

     And this was a pretty damn good way to hide one's reputation.

     If everyone were thieves, then how could the reputation of one who was mixed in the middle be distinguished from another?

     As Daneel went through this again with Elanev, the latter gaped at him and asked, "What the f*ck? Have you been here before?"

     "Oh, a little bird just told me."

     "Then point me to it, and I'll go pay it my respects. Anyway, what do you want to do? We didn't really find anything to go by, right?"

     "Let's wait. Let more time pass. I'll have more information, too, that way. Tomorrow is Monday. So let's meet again the next Monday to talk again regarding this. I guess you're going to be pretty busy till then?"

     This made a dejected expression appear on his face before Elanev said, "Yes…busy is one way of putting it. This old guy in my head is going crazy with excitement. I guess all top fighters need to be sadists in order to go that far."

     Chuckling, Daneel lay a hand on his elder brother's shoulder before both of them went to their rooms for the night.

     The next morning, Daneel woke up to a knock on the door.

     Waiting for him was a messenger, who handed him a closed bowl and said, "From the Chief."

     Before Daneel could respond, he left, leaving the King puzzled as he walked inside and opened it.

     As soon as he did so, a trinket latched onto his palm.

     "Owww!"

     It seemed to have teeth, as it bit a spot right at the center of Daneel's palm before burrowing into his body.

     [Foreign object detected. Does host want the system to abolish it?]

     Daneel was about to scream yes, as this was a scene right out of horror movies. In fact, the image of a grotesque creature bursting out his stomach and crying like a newborn devil even appeared in his mind, adding to his panic.

     However, he forcefully controlled himself and asked, "What kind of complexity is needed to stop this thing?"

     [Hero-level. Even Champions cannot defend against it.]

     "Then don't! Let it do as it wishes and only stop it if it threatens my life!"

     [Affirmative.]

     Daneel had no other choice, as he really didn't want to expose his Hero-level knowledge.

     So, screaming with agony, he felt the damn thing burrow through his body like a worm. He hadn't seen it before it entered him, so he just had this image in his head which made it all the more worse.

     It was traveling up, so injuries appeared all over Daneel's body which would have killed him if he weren't a Peak Warrior level Fighter, too.

     He cast healing spells to keep healing the damage that was being done, which was when he realized that this…thing was also healing him, which meant that its objective was not to kill him.

     When it punctured his trachea and entered his windpipe, though, Daneel's panic increased to a different level, and he almost screamed at the system to kill the damn thing.

     From his mouth, it entered his face, and to Daneel's extreme bad luck, there was a mirror in front of him which showed him everything in clear goddamn detail.

     Squirming exactly like a worm, it roamed around near his cheeks inside his skin as if it was looking for something. Finally finding its target, it shot to his forehead, where it stopped right near a spot near the middle of the forehead.

     [Entity destabilizing into a lesser being. Lesser being wrapping around Mageroot. Mageroot has been disabled due to the peculiar property of the creature. Forceful abolition of creature is possible, and it can be done by even a Warrior. The creature only blocks the Mageroot from accessing elementary particles outside a small area from it. In that area, a tiny attack can be created to puncture the creature and restore the Mageroot. Does host want the system to carry out this attack?]

     Before Daneel could marvel at the astonishing actions of this being, or whatever it was, a voice emanated from the trinket that was also in the bowl.

     "King Daneel. Pardon the pain, it was necessary. Your Mageroot is now sealed. You can probably tell that you can unseal it at your will. But if you do, you will be disqualified from the Legacy Battle and thrown out of the Sect. Our Sect is a Sect for Fighters, and Fighters only. I await you in the same hall that we spoke in before."

     …

     "NO! I WON'T LET YOU!"

     Meanwhile, in the underground cavern in which the 'Road' had been established.

     Cassandra was standing in front of her family, while the two individuals who had murdered them in front of her eyes slowly walked forward, with their eyes glinting with cruelty and sick expectation.

     She tried to summon her Mage Powers to stop them, but to her horror, they were gone.

     "Sis! Please save me this time! I don't wanna go back to that dark place!"

     As this voice was heard from behind her. Cassandra froze.

     W-would she really have to relive the most traumatic incident in her life?

     Was there really no way to stop it?

     As she asked herself this while watching the fear that was slowly creeping into her mind and swallowing the semblance of normalcy that she had regained after many years of hard work, she felt a wall inside her mind.

     And beyond that wall…seemed to lie something magical.

     But how was she supposed to push it?

     Even as she asked this question, one thing soon became clear.

     If her worst fears came true and if she did go through this again…she would certainly go insane, and her mind would certainly be lost in the throes of her nightmares.

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      Just this realization seemed to have some kind of a power that threatened to bend her to its will, so that it could have its way and leave behind a broken, dead husk of the person she had once been.

     Desperation drove her to try all the means available to her to try and break that wall. She knew that salvation was somehow behind it, but try as she might, she couldn't find any way to even interact with it. It was inside her mind, and it looked as if she couldn't approach it in any way.

     Helplessness. Fear. Pain.

     As she almost began to shake due to being wracked by many emotions, she felt something that distracted her.

     Looking down, Cassandra saw the two tiny hands that were hugging her thigh from behind.

     To her left, she saw a wrinkled hand that had all the warmth in the world. It was her mother's, and she had always vowed when she was little that she would never let her mother wash any more clothes, so that her hands wouldn't always be so wrinkled and rough.

     To her right was her father, whose hand had multiple scars and burn marks. As a blacksmith, he had always been someone who never stepped back even if his hand was burning if it meant that the weapon he was making could be made perfectly. He did everything for the betterment of his family, and for them, no amount of pain was too much.

     They gave her the strength she needed.

     A moment of clarity appeared to her, which made her understand that the solution might lie elsewhere.

     So, looking down, Cassandra saw her own hands, and let her mind drift in pursuit of the answer.

     They were smooth, as she seldom had to use them while being a Mage.

     Also, as a Commander, she had gotten used to ordering people around for almost everything. Although her desire for revenge still kept her going and made her train as hard as she could, it had almost become like something secondary.

     With time, that fire inside her had begun to wane.

     First of all, even though her talent had allowed her to become a Commander, the resources and techniques available to her had only allowed her to grow slowly, and she had been fine with it by telling herself that it was the same for everyone else, too.

     Secondly, as the joy that came from ordering around cadets and seeing them thrive under her instruction increased, that fire decreased even more, even though she frequently thought about this incident almost every day.

     And finally, the oath that she had always been bound with by the previous King of Lanthanor had made her want to give up on her lofty objective and just focus on saving as many soldiers as she could, as all of those guys had started to become her family.

     Had it all been wrong?

     Should she have become a crazed machine of revenge who wouldn't stop at anything to get what she wanted?

     The answer seemed to be 'yes' right now, as, in this situation, she was powerless to do anything.

     She didn't want to see them die again.

     In a way, she didn't even need to, as the images of these two people whom she always cursed had already been enough to jog her memory, allowing those images that she had buried deep, deep inside her heart to resurface.

     A normal night, with a gentle breeze blowing outside the window.

     Her father came home as usual, and even brought her and her brother a few candy sticks that he had been given as an extra reward for fixing the barrow stake of the candy seller.

     Her mother had made a generous dinner for them to enjoy, and the happy family had sat down to share food and create happy memories.

     All that, though…had been broken by the sound of glass shattering.

     They hadn't been very well off, so they hadn't really invested in protection against those seeking to come inside through the window. The door had a padlock, but it was useless now as the sound of someone falling to the ground, cursing, and getting up was clearly heard.

     "Get out of here with the kids. I'll stop him."

     "This is not bravado, Nisi. They are here to kill. The best thing to do is compromise for now, and then strike later when we have the advantage of numbers."

     As her mother said this, her father sighed and said, "All right. Whatever happens, I'll never regret any moment that I've spend with you."

     "And you."

     This was something that her parents had always said, but Cassandra hadn't understood its meaning until that day.

     When the dark-robed individual had come to the living room of their small two-bedroom house, her father and mother didn't even have time to react.

     They had just shared a hug, causing small smiles to appear on all of their faces.

     And so, when Cassandra saw her mother and father's head fall to floor and roll, they both had a smile on them, as if they were ecstatic about being in their current situation, when they clearly were not.

     It had taken for a few seconds until Cassandra saw the spurting geysers of blood and the motionless bodies that fell forward, onto the table on which they had shared their supper.

     "I always tell you to use a variable spell. See, now you only killed two of them, and you'll have to cast another windblade to kill those kids. If you had used a variable one, though, your wind blade would have moved down to kill the children, then back up."

     Saying so, another similarly dressed man appeared beside the first one, and shot out some kind of attack that looked like wind that had been solidified into a blade form.

     Instead of before, when it had traveled in a straight line, this one dipped low and headed straight to her little brother, who had been completely shellshocked since this whole ordeal had begun.

     'Snip'

     Just like that, he was gone, too.

     Cassandra's life had shattered in front of her life. At that moment of time, she had seen no future except the same one for her- one of blood, and motionlessness.

     However, when the same windblade was about to swerve up a bit and behead her, too, the new man stopped the first one by catching his hand.

     "Look at her. She'll do. We still have 30 minutes until the siege. The squad leader asked us to stay put and be quiet. We can simply handle the second one with magic."

     Cassandra had been 14 years old at that point.

     So, she easily understood what the men were discussing.

     It had looked like fate had had a much darker path ahead of her instead of shoving her into complete darkness directly, so Cassandra had almost broken down then and there and given up her life.

     It was her father's words which had stopped her.

     As a blacksmith, he had always said that unless tempered properly, a blade would never withstand an opponent's blow.

     And if the tempering was wrong…then it was better to just break the blade, and make a new one which did not have the flaws of the previous.

     She had been broken.

     But she did not want to be remade in death or torture to become someone mindless who remembered nothing of her family.

     Anger and dissatisfaction filled her. Along with a willingness to do something, anything for revenge.

     Until then, she had been a simple, hardworking girl who helped her family in every way she could and dreamed simple dreams of getting a good job and taking care of her parents' difficulties.

     Her best friends had always called her as someone spontaneous, as she, herself, didn't know how she would react in a situation. They had always used to play pranks to test that and laugh, as she was someone who lived in the moment and decided her next course of action using pure instinct instead of going by logic.

     Of course, they also called her crazy due to her perseverance which allowed her to do anything and everything in case she wanted to achieve something. Once, she was known to have 'studied' a guy who had bullied her brother for 3 days before striking and taking revenge. Her family was her life, and she would also never accept anyone saying anything wrong about them

     This fierce loyalty and love was the one that had led to her decision then.

     They had been eating with knives, too, so she had carefully snuck one to a spot that she expected that no man who was going to do that to her would touch.

     It was into her hair, whose red flowing locks had been the envy of all the girls in their street.

     It had been difficult. But she persevered while remembering how they had looked after losing their heads. That terrifying image shocked her so much that she became hyper-alert, which had been a bad thing as she had had to let the man begin his activity.

     She had lain there, while pain wracked her body, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

     Finally, at the perfect moment…she had buried the knife into his throat.

     In his throes, he had only been capable of falling to the side while his eyes had rolled back to show their whites.

     She had known that she didn't have time. So she hid behind the door and made a loud noise.

     The other man had come up, but her plan had been dashed as she hadn't accounted for the smell of feces that also emanated from the dead man.

     The other man smelled it, and entered cautiously.

     He had seen her, and she had thought that all was lost, as he began to throw an attack.

     However…at the last moment, he had tripped on the puddle of blood from his partner.

     The problem was that he had already shot a wind blade toward her.

     All seemed to have been lost.

     Yet, in the time of crisis, she remembered what other guy had said.

     "Variable Spell"

     Ducking, she saw the blade pass after cutting a few hairs of hers, as the man had automatically cast the spell he was used to.

     By the time it impacted against the wall, the knife had been driven into this guy's neck, too.

     Later, the news came out that a small invasion by Axelorians had been thwarted by the then Grand Court Mage, an enigmatic old man who loved to watch people do mundane things.

     At the same time, she also became famous as the one who single-handedly killed two Axelorians.

     Since that night, no man had ever shared her bed. And no one ever found out the real truth about what had happened.

     Even Aran, Kellor and Luther only knew that she had been witness to her parents' deaths. What she had done, though…had been locked away in the ball inside her mind that yearned for revenge.

     She had been lauded and given a full scholarship in the Academy. And she had clawed her way to the top after finding out how she had lucked out regarding her Comprehension level.

     All to grow stronger and take revenge on the man who had deployed the invasion in the first place: a commander in Axelor.

     Years had passed, and she had later found out that that commander had been killed in war.

     She had felt desperate. Directionless. At that point, she hadn't even become a Commander and found joy in training others.

     So she had shifted that blame to the King of Axelor.

     And when he died, too, Cassandra had just told herself that she would fight to end such oppressive people all over the world.

     Whatever she did, though, she never gave up on the idea of revenge, as she had always felt that that was the last part of her family that was still with her.

     If she let it go, she would no longer be the 'Cassie' of Edgewater.

     But…was that really true?

     Cassandra looked up. The two men were reaching ever closer, and the pressure she felt from the three hands grew.

     She had gone into the past with the hope of fighting strength.

     In that desperation, she had just been wishing that she would find some way to break that wall inside her mind.

     She seemed to have been successful, but it was in a way she could never have imagined.

     She took another last moment to think about it. And when she did, she realized that this had been staring at her for years, and she had never faced it and seen it for what it was as she had always been too busy running forward to pause and look back.

     So, without any more hesitation…she stepped forward, and closed her eyes.

     The feeling of those hands leaving her body was heartbreaking, and it almost drove her mad with sorrow.

     But she knew that she had no other choice.

     She couldn't change anything that had happened.

     And she couldn't cling on to it, like she had been doing all this while.

     She knew this to be true, yet she didn't understand one thing.

     Why did it have to hurt so much?

     This was the single hardest thing Cassandra had ever done in her life.

     Her fiery nature had always been there due to this resentment. And she had always been the one who leaped into battle first, as she hated inaction and weakness.

     But that was exactly what she was being now.

     Just the act of not doing anything took so much out of her that she came close to breaking.

     She imagined her family looking at her back with pain and disappointment in their faces. She imagined the two Axelorians walking forward and slaughtering them, all while she just stood there, just like the first time.

     As the seconds ticked and this reality came closer and closer, Cassandra understood that she might not get past this.

     Yes, she might have chosen the correct thing by letting go.

     But reliving it would still break her.

     However…she didn't care.

     For too long, she had been choosing the wrong thing so that she would be fine.

     Now…she was ready to choose right even if she killed her.

     Since that night, she had hidden away her true nature. That of that little girl who could do anything to get what she wanted.

     She would do so no longer.

     That was her, and now, she wanted to make this choice even if it meant death, or worse.

     But…even after a few minutes, none of what she imagined happened.

     There were no screams, and no blood being shed.

     Slowly, she opened her eyes, and as she did so, she felt the wall inside her mind disappear.

     In front of her stood her family, and they were all beaming at her.

     T-They were normal!

     Cassandra didn't understand, but she jumped forward and hugged them all desperately anyway.

     As her tears dripped down her cheeks continuously, the three of them patted her back and spoke.

     "You had to let go, Cass. But as you're the stubborn girl we raised you to be, you never did."

     "Yes, silly sis. We're fine. You should take care of yourself, too."

     "Cassie dear, we will always be with you. Whether you want us to, or not. We will always be a part of you. How could you be so silly to think that we would leave?"

     She nodded profusely, as if she was being told off for eating all the honey meant for a week back when they still used to live in the village.

     With the wall gone, clarity also returned to her. She knew that this was an illusion, and that it would soon end.

     So she just wanted to spend a little bit of time in their embrace, which was something that had been taken away from her all too soon.

     "Be who you are, Cass."

     "Be the Cassandra that will bring glory and honor to our name."

     "Be the big sister I can brag about."

     Her mother, father and then her brother spoke in turn, and as she felt them fading away from her hands, she heard one last message from all of them.

     "The brighter you shine, the more we will be able to see you. We miss you. We love you. And we will always be proud of you, no matter what choices you make. But, for now, we must say goodbye. But don't worry, Cass, because like we said, we will always be with you when you need us. Just think back to that day when the autumn leaves were drifting over the broken, wooden planks. And when they drifted down to land on you…"

     "You found me, and took me the home that became ours."

     BOOM!

     Faxul and Kellor had been carefully watching Cassandra's room for any movements, so when they saw an explosion wipe away the communication eye and all the formations set around the room, they got up with shock and gaped at the empty screen.

     When they looked past it, though, they saw a sight they would never forget.

     A woman wearing tight-fitting leather was floating in the air, while a blazing white-hot aura surrounded her body, melting the stone around her.

     Even her red hair was ablaze, and it was now a striking crimson.

     While her eyes also glowed brightly like two burning flames in the darkness, she calmly floated forward, breaking apart all the formations laid down in her path with ease.

     "K-Kellor…aren't those formations at the Champion level?"

     "Yes…"

     "Then how is she breaking through them even though she could only have become a Warrior?"

     Faxul only received a mumble as an answer, which he didn't understand, so he turned around to find Kellor even more gobsmacked from him.

     He seemed to be mumbling something under his breath though, so Faxul was about to ask the man to repeat himself.

     However, before he did, Kellor violently turned to the side and grabbed Faxul's shoulders before shouting, "CALL THE KING! He told us to call him if there's an emergency or if something happens out of the ordinary, AND THIS IS NOT ORDINARY BY ANY MEANS! CALL HIM!"

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     623 Getting to Cassandra

      Daneel had just finished cursing the Chief who was responsible for the excruciating pain that he had had to go through.

     First of all, it was pretty amazing that he even had something like this. After taking Drakos, Daneel found out that it was a popular one-time trinket that bordered on becoming an Artifact. He was pretty impressed that someone had created it in this age, and he had warned Daneel that such a person was certainly someone with a lot of means.

     This only made the caution that Daneel felt in the matter of the Chief increase.

     That was when he received the frantic message from Faxul, who was actually unintelligible for a few moments before Daneel finally asked him to calm down, first, and then tell him what was wrong.

     As Daneel heard about the weird metamorphosis that Cassandra had been through, his eyes opened wide, and he immediately got up from where he was and ran out.

     These commanders had been the people who had strongly supported him even though a lot of citizens in the kingdom kept saying that he was just someone inexperienced who had happened to take the mantle of the King. They had always been patient with him, and they had given him their all, and there was really nothing more he could ask of them. Even though his interactions with them were quite limited until now, he still felt that they were really close to his heart and was really worried now that one of them was in danger.

     It was only when he automatically tried to teleport did he realize that he was in one of the Big Four, which was a place from where he couldn't leave whenever he wanted. It was quite early in the morning, and there was almost no one around, except for a few stragglers who were chatting among themselves while heading to the training facilities to begin training early.

     Daneel considered going to the Chief to ask for permission, but he discarded the idea. He had been warned by the Head that he should get a visit over with once, and that leaving and coming in regularly might give those who were against his visits in the first place leverage in order to lobby that he should be banned as he didn't respect the Big Four, and thus wasn't worthy of entering them.

     In desperation, he asked the system whether it was possible to somehow sneak out through the village in the back or something, as that had been what he had done multiple times in the Sect of Hedon.

     Clearly, though, this one was different, as the system told him that that wasn't possible and even though it could do it using the spells that had been obtained from behind the third seal, it would definitely alert the Chief and also bring down the armada of the entire Sect on him.

     Was there really no way at all to go out? He was definitely needed over there, and he wanted to handle the situation himself and find out just what the hell could have gone wrong in a typical breakthrough from Human to Warrior level.

     That was when Daneel realized that he hadn't just gotten a few spells from the third seal. In that extensive list, there must surely be something else that he could use in order to find a solution for the situation.

     With bated breath, Daneel asked the system, and as he got the answer after a few seconds, he rejoiced and asked the system to implement it immediately.

     [Hero Level Long-Range Clone Spell: By halving the power of a mage, a long-range clone can be deployed which can exist even if it is hundreds of kilometers away from the original body. It will contain no power, and only basic communication can be done using it, along with travel. Trinkets with power sources can also be used, and the clone can only exist for three hours at host's power level before host's mageroot will have to shut down from the excessive strain. ]

     This was exactly what he needed, as he at least wanted to assess the situation first. So, Daneel patiently waited for a copy of him to appear in front of him, but he saw nothing even after a few moments passed. That was when he received another message from the system.

     [Unable to cast spell by bypassing the current restrictions applied to host's mageroot. Should the trinket covering the mageroot be destroyed in order to deploy the spell?]

     Oh, right.

     Thwarted again, for a few seconds, he seriously considered just going forward and risking being thrown out of the sect, but he paused as he remembered the scroll that still looked so enticing. In fact, he was even pretty sure that it had appeared in his dreams last night.

     Yet, Daneel just couldn't sit around while something was happening to one of his most trusted commanders.

     "System, is there no other way except to break through that thing and use a spell?"

     As he received no answer even after a few seconds, he began to seriously consider the pros and cons of just getting the hell out, and also considering whether there was a possibility that he could somehow manipulate the Head or the Chief in order to get back inside.

     However, that was when the system spoke again.

     [System has detected a formation that can be used to deploy a copy of one's consciousness in the form of a powerless clone in any area that is within a radius of 500 km around the sect. The spot where host wishes to go is inside this radius.]

     What?! Even something like this could exist? And even if that was possible, why was it present in this sect, which, as part of the Big Four, didn't care at all about the Central Continent which was what was mainly in the purview of the formation?

     Such questions were intriguing, but his only focus was to leave and get to Cassandra.

     So, he directly told the system to give him the directions to that place with the formation and set off on a path while the members of the sect looked at him as if he was crazy as he hadn't even had time to shift out of the Royal Pajamas that he had gone to sleep in.

     Typically, he would simply have cast an illusion spell or used telekinesis to grab him a pair of clothes, but as his Mageroot was blocked, all of these options weren't available to him. Slowly, Daneel realized just how much he was depending on magic to do almost each and every single thing throughout his day.

     Thankfully, it looked like the formation was nearby, as he soon approached a building with the words "Simulation Training" written on its large front door.

     Having no time to consider what that meant, he directly burst inside and halted as he saw a very strange sight.

     This was a large open room with a high ceiling that had over 100 circular objects arranged neatly all over the place.

     Each object looks like it could be opened, and it was double the size of a human. As Daneel watched, one guy who had entered the building right before him walked up to one of them which automatically opened as he approached.

     Stepping inside, he let the door-like thing close, and a faint glow covered the object just like many others in the room.

     There were also many that were dull, and those were the ones that newcomers were heading to.

     The problem was that there seemed to be no one around to administer things. This looked like it was something that all sect members could avail anyway, so there wasn't anyone to give someone like him instructions.

     Having no other option, Daneel simply ran to a pod which was dim, but unlike with the others, this one didn't open with his approach.

     He felt like pulling his hair out, but calming himself, the King looked around and wondered what he could do.

     Once again, various methods of using spells to get what he wanted appeared in his mind, with the simplest one being that he could directly use Mind Control in order to take over someone else's pod.

     However, all he had were his fists.

     But what could he do with those?

     Wait… His fists!

     Getting an idea, Daneel carefully looked around and identified two people – one was buff, like many of those in the sect, and he was walking toward a pod with a very serious expression on his face.

     The other one was lean and even looked a little bit weak, but his eyes constantly darted around as if he was looking for threats, and he even had a hand in his pocket where Daneel could see the outline of a small knife.

     Taking a moment to make a choice, he marched toward the second person.

     As soon as he began to do so, that guy's eyes became fixed on him, and he waited to see whether this person really was heading towards him.

     As soon as that became apparent, he shouted out, "What's the matter, friend? There are many paths to go around here. Why are you approaching me?"

     As soon as the guy spoke, Daneel spotted a wary expression on the face of the buff guy, which confirmed his suspicion.

     This was someone with a reputation, and that was exactly what he needed.

     Without any further ado, Daneel promptly walked closer and closer to the man until he pulled out the knife and lunged forward with a ferocious expression on his face.

     Alas… He was just a mere Eminent Warrior, and Daneel simply used one hand to knock the knife away before deploying a Hidden Kill First and knocking back the man with a single attack.

     As he skidded across the floor, various weapons fell out of his pockets, including poisonous knives, all kinds of needles, blow darts, and even a live snake that slithered away as if it was ecstatic that it had finally obtained its freedom.

     Daneel couldn't care less, though. He had timed this so that the man had just been about to enter the pod that he had had in his eyes since he entered the room, which meant that it was his.

     It had also opened, so Daneel directly stepped inside and closed the door above him, finding himself in darkness while ignoring everything outside.

     He could have gone and beaten the buff guy, but his sole objective had been to target someone powerful, so that if anyone wanted to interrupt this session of his, they would have to think twice.

     Hoping that this quick plan would work, Daneel asked the system, "I've arrived. Do it."

     [Affirmative. Taking over simulation formation. Removing all records from central monitoring trinket. Deploying clone at the specified location. Transferring consciousness. Please stand by.]

     A second later, Daneel was whisked away once more, which was something he was quickly getting accustomed to due to the many audiences with the Emperor.

     As he opened his eyes, he recognized that this was the spot right above the Road Through Hell.

     However, it was almost indistinguishable now as at some point, a massive hole had appeared in the ground through which he could see two men facing a woman who was floating in the air while a blazing aura surrounded her.

     The two men had their hands raised, as if they were frantically trying to explain something, while the woman seemed to be ignoring them.

     Before Daneel could make any judgments on the matter, he heard Drakos speak with astonishment in his mind, and this made him drop his jaw and wonder whether he was still dreaming after going to sleep the night before.

     "The Bloodline of the Blazing Phoenix! B-but how? How is it possible for a bloodline that was almost extinct even during the Empire to be awakened in a mere Warrior? How?!"

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     624 Bloodline of The Blazing Phoenix Daneel, The Anomaly

      A Blazing Phoenix.

     As Daneel heard this dominating name, he quickly asked the system what bloodline Drakos was referring to.

     Soon, he got the answer.

     [The Bloodline of the Blazing Phoenix: A Bloodline passed down by a creature that was elusive enough that there was even an expression during the Empire where people would associate the extreme rarity of something with the term 'Phoenix'. The Emperor had to go to great lengths in order to make contact with and convince just one of that species, which resulted in an individual under him obtaining the bloodline, but records state that this was one bloodline that was simply not compatible with the human body. The individual was known to have gone insane in the matter of a few months, and each usage of the bloodline powers was found to be what drove her nearer and nearer to that state of madness. Subsequent attempts were also made, but the Emperor finally gave up when the death count started rising sharply. The bloodline was still passed down, but all attempts at awakening it were halted. This Bloodline is supposed to give one the power to be reborn, and also grants them extreme skill in handling flames. It is also said to give one added advantages when a battle is occurring in the air.]

     Daneel had already guessed the 'reborn' part from the word 'Phoenix'. The scene from that iconic movie appeared in his mind of a bird climbing out of its ashes, but when he remembered the typical size of the Godbeasts that he had seen so far, he could guess that if such a thing was similar between that Phoenix and this one, it would be a pretty terrifying sight.

     But what was the situation that was going on below him? Why were Faxul and Kellor so frantically waving their hands, as if they really wanted to stop Cassandra from moving forward?

     It wasn't fear, as Faxul's bloodline practically made him invincible in the Central Continent if one didn't count those with undue advantages.

     Even though the image of Cassandra was awe-inspiring and majestic, she did not look like she offered that much of a threat.

     However, when Daneel looked behind her and saw all the formations that had been melted in her wake, he realized that she had probably displayed much more power in the time before he had arrived. After all, he had needed some time after receiving the message from Faxul regarding what was happening.

     If he was capable of using his elementary vision, he could have directly found out just what was going on. However, as this was just a powerless clone that was only capable of standing around or at most running away in the face of a threat, Daneel had to guess, and when he went through the plan of the Road Through Hell that he had constructed personally, he realized what the problem was.

     The place where Faxul and Kellor were standing was the central hub of the entire formation, and breaking that apart would make the rest fall apart, too.

     That meant that if anyone was going through the Road in the other sections, they would find all the traps around them deactivating.

     Typically, this would be a good thing, but if one considered the final room, they would understand what the problem was.

     In that room, it was a formation which created the wondrous illusions that allowed one to face their fears.

     However, if this was interrupted… No one knew what would happen, but at the least, it was possible that such a sudden break of immersion might make the person think that they had failed, which would lead to permanent loss of sanity.

     After all, if everything suddenly disappeared, what other assumption would anyone who was already thoroughly emotional make?

     So, Daneel concluded that this was mostly the case, and that Aran must be in the other final room where he was undergoing an illusion test.

     Cassandra was either not understanding what the two of them were saying, or she was as puzzled as them regarding what was going on and simply wanted to get to Kellor, whom she trusted to help her no matter what the situation was.

     Daneel had no powers at all, and he almost began to hope that the two below him would find some way in order to stop her.

     However… That was when he realized that his power didn't come solely from whether his body or Mageroot.

     No… his power came from the him that had grown from a simple Earthling to a King, and no matter what, no one could take it away from him.

     Striding forward as if this was his original body that was capable of doing all those awe-inspiring feats, Daneel descended into the now open-ceilinged room and said, "Cassandra. Stop right there. A single step forward, and you will kill your closest friend."

     Kellor turned around with an expression of relief on his face when he heard the familiar voice of the King, but when he noticed something weird, he used his elementary vision to see that the King was just using a clone. This was an almost hollow projection of sorts, which was definitely not capable of putting forward any power at all.

     With no time to ask why the King had come in this manner, Kellor immediately said, "She's not hearing us. We don't know why."

     He thought that the King might begin to ponder fiercely regarding what else they could do in order to stop Cassandra, but instead, when he saw Daneel smile broadly, he turned around to see why that was the case.

     To his shock, Cassandra had stopped right where she was, and she was currently hovering in place with her eyes fixed on Daneel.

     How had the king been able to do what they had been trying to accomplish for so long with just a simple sentence?

     "It's not always about words, Kellor. Sometimes, one's presence can also get across a message, and that's what happened here. Now, stop panicking and use your Mageroot to affect the spots there, there and there. And then, change this and this…"

     Daneel had made the central formation, so he knew exactly how to manipulate it to make it do what he wanted. Right now, he wanted to deactivate everything around them except the room in which Aaron was present, so he directed Kellor to do just that while Cassandra kept bobbing up and down with that blazing aura that splendidly lit the surroundings around them.

     The tight-fitting leather clothes seemed to be a perfect companion to this secondary skin that she had obtained, giving her the look of an immortal goddess who had descended to grace their mortal lives. Her glowing, floating hair accentuated this image, and her eyes sealed the matter. In fact, Daneel was pretty sure that any normal person who saw her would definitely get the urge to bow down and pray.

     Soon, the formations had all been changed so that even if Cassandra came forward and destroyed the one in the hub, Aran would not be affected.

     Finally, Daneel walked forward while Cassandra continued to look at him with a neutral expression on her face.

     Before, the two of them hadn't walked out of the hub as doing that would leave it completely vulnerable in case they failed in stopping Cassandra from moving forward. In fact, Faxul had even been prepared to use lethal force to stop her, as it looked like she could endure it while Aran would definitely go insane if his attempt at breaking through was interrupted.

     The King first kept walking in order to get as close as possible to her, but he could feel the temperature around him rising with each step he took.

     In fact, when he looked closer, he realised that the spot right below Cassandra was actually liquidy, as the stone had been completely melted due to the heat that was emanating off of her.

     Understanding that this clone of his would be no match, Daneel was about to stop, but surprise flashed across his face as the temperature began to decrease.

     Her aura drew closer to her body and congregated into a much more brighter and concentrated version as compared to before, and as Daneel saw this, he felt hope.

     After a few moments during which they exchanged gazes, Cassandra opened her mouth, but no words came out.

     Her mouth kept moving as if she was trying to say something, but it looked like she had lost the ability to speak, and as her eyes were only filled with flames, he couldn't decipher anything from them either.

     Puzzled, Daneel asked Drakos what the matter was, to which the Dragon answered in a doubtful voice.

     "I'm not sure myself, Young king. The reality is that none of us have any clues regarding this bloodline, except knowing how to recognize it as that incident when the original possessor went insane is something that is branded into the minds of all of us. In a fit of fury, she went on a rampage that leveled an enormous forest, and although we all set out on the orders of the Emperor in order to stall her, we were unable to do so. She could beat any one of us in direct combat, and when we ganged up on her, she was so fast that she would simply leave us in the dust if she chose to flee. Even the other bloodlines which were supposed to be famed for their aerial maneuvering skills were almost no match. That was the first time that we all faced such a huge defeat, and we could never forget it. In fact, it was the personal corps of the Emperor who were affected the most- till then, they had been pretty complacent due to their power, but they completely changed their attitudes after that. Then, too, that individual could not speak and she looked exactly like this – but I ask you not to panic, as she also had a very furious expression on her face, and it was pretty clear that she had lost all semblance of sanity already. Your commander looks more or less normal, as she was even able to draw in her domain so that she wouldn't hurt you."

     Daneel began to think deeply as he heard this. At first, he had indeed been ready to panic, but he knew that he needed to be calm in order to help this loyal commander of his.

     What he really needed was some way to switch off whatever was happening to her, and as he thought along this line, he finally hit upon an idea that he felt might work.

     "System, can you create a spell with the same effects as the thing that is around my Mageroot? I want to seal all the Energy flowing in her body, though.."

     [Negative. No such spells found.

     However, a different method has been found from a journal from the time of the Empire

     The target is already in a state of high Energy. An overload will result in an immediate internal shut down which apparently does not have lasting effects except for disabling one's ability to control the Energy inside their body for a limited period of time. Essentially, they lose both their Mage and Fighter powers for a time.]

     That was exactly what he needed!

     But… An overload? How were they supposed to make that happen?

     Instantly, Daneel remembered an image- a small room where if one looked up, they would see interweaving roots that glowed a faint red.

     Not hesitating at all, Daneel turned to Kellor and said, "Follow my instructions carefully."

     A few minutes later, Daneel and Cassandra were the only two people inside the training chamber that he had obtained during the tryst with the Empire Spirit of Eldinor.

     This was his most precious belonging, and it would be indispensable after he actually broke through. However, he couldn't use it now as he was at a saturation point, and even his commanders couldn't make use of it as this was too high a level of Energy that would bring more harm to them than good.

     Placing Cassandra here was the best option. Not even a few seconds after she had entered the chamber and inadvertently absorbed the Energy that was present in the form of a thick gas all around them, she shook as if something was attacking her from inside her own body.

     Bringing her here had been easy, as she had willingly followed all commands as if the Cassandra they knew was still inside this woman even though she couldn't communicate anything with them. They had tried having her write along the way, too, but she had only been able to write down gibberish.

     After shuddering for a few more seconds, with a loud scream, Cassandra crumpled to the floor while the aura around her finally disappeared, allowing her to get back to normal.

     Watching her, Daneel heaved a huge sigh of relief before he furrowed his eyebrows while thinking about something that had just occurred to him.

     "Drakos, how the hell is it that all of those around me are so abnormal? I thought it might be a coincidence at first, but now, even Cassandra turn out to be someone possessing such an incredible bloodline, it no longer seems to be so. I even know everything that happened during the Empire, so I know that this was not some sort of plan and I don't think this can be explained by that thing Hungary a once to defend itself, so it's doing stuff to that end. If so, is the consciousness of Hungary something and think so accurately and place all such people around me? I don't think so. How the hell is this possible, tray course?"

     Then he had no option but to grant, as he knew that the answer to this was not even available in the memories of the Emperor.

     However, to his surprise, the ancient Dragon really did have an answer.

     "It has puzzled me, too, Young King, but I have a theory. Imagine if this really was enabled somehow once more by the Will of the World simply because it wants to protect itself from the fate that it can sense is approaching it at a breakneck speed. It made it so that there are more ways for people to empower themselves, and also higher chances for forces that will defend her to be as strong as they could be. For this, it is possible that the sentience made a lot of talents congregate in one place. However, I'm sure that it is not able to distinguish between forces that mean well for her, and which do not. And going forward and blindly empowering everyone would also be bad, but with no other option… I think the Will is doing just that. That brings me the conclusion that the reason behind so many coincidences, at least when compared to all other forces…is you, who is making it possible for all of these things to happen. Think about it, Young King. If you hadn't orchestrated it, would Luther have gone back to his sect? If you didn't establish this Road, would Cassandra have entered the state of awakening? If you hadn't helped out your friend, would he even have lived to become what he is today? You say that all these things cannot be explained, Young King, but I want to tell you that you are the one who cannot be explained. You are the anomaly who is influencing everything, and you're the one that would stand out to anyone if they are observing Angaria and wondering how so many coincidences are taking place. You…"

     "Get the f*ck out of there, or we'll burn you alive!"

     Hearing Drakos's deep philosophy interrupted in this rude way by a voice that sounded like it was coming from far away, Daneel felt dazed for a moment and then understood its source.

     "Disperse the clone and let me awaken in my body."

     A moment later, Daneel blinked as he found himself in his original body.

     However, all around him, he could hear many people cursing at him in loud voices.

     They kept clamoring for him to come out, and that they would end him as soon as he did so.

     Daneel had already expected this, so he chuckled and opened the door of the pod to see over a hundred fists pointing right at his face, ready to launch forward and pummel him into a paste.

     Seeing his smile made all of these people pause, and when the King of Lanthanor spoke, an uproar unlike any that had occurred before this point rocked the room, shocking even those who were deep inside the simulations.

     "Look what we have here. In the Central Continent, there's a saying that when you kick a dog, you should be wary of the runts who act all macho even though they're nothing but weak sh*ts with big mouths. I didn't know that a single dog could have so many runts! Guess I'll add this to the tales I'll tell when I go back to my Kingdom…"

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     625 A Secre

      "Stop."

     The uproar had seen as if it would erupt into a 1v100 free-for-all, but all the shouts of anger immediately cut off as a voice was heard from behind them.

     This made Daneel frown, as things had been going the way he wanted them to. He had wanted to beat these guys up because of all the things they had dared to say before, but he didn't want to be the one to start the fight. If he was pulled into one, though…he simply wouldn't be responsible for the consequences.

     And if someone made the argument that he had incited them using his words, then he could simply say that it was their prerogative to get insulted instead of walking away which would be the smart thing to do if they knew what he was capable of even though he had no access to his Mageroot.

     There was actually a different reason behind Daneel being so cautious besides the one where he knew that he should be wary of the Chief. There was just…something about this place which constantly told him that he should be on his toes and not be complacent like how he had spent his time in the Sect of Hedon.

     There, he hadn't even been equipped with all the treasures that he had obtained since that time, but he had felt no danger, although it could be said that that was because there had been no Heroes actively living inside the sect at that time.

     Here, though, it was different, and this Hero was also one who had supposedly lived for longer than anyone else on this continent. In most cases, old age didn't directly translate to strength, but in this guy's matter, Daneel knew that with time, he must have picked up more and more tricks until his capability was something that couldn't be judged by any normal means.

     In fact, even when talking about the Head, Daneel had always detected a little bit of fear, or reverence from all the other Heroes he had met, including Rayen and those other two whom he still had to take revenge on for attacking him like that after the incident in the Kingdom of the Elves.

     Yet, this man had simply referred to the Head as just some normal individual whom he didn't have to worry much about.

     Seeing the person he had first attacked approaching him, Daneel got his head back in the game and began to think about his current predicament.

     As for his thoughts regarding the answer that Drakos had given him…Daneel decided that he would tackle that later, when he wasn't completely surrounded by vicious Fighters.

     True, he had been the one who attacked in this case, but he had had no option. Of course, he could now apologize and try to resolve this issue peacefully, but he could tell that in a place like this, that would only be a sign of weakness that would definitely bring him more problems.

     While the hundred people parted to make way one by one, the lean guy whose robe had been filled with weapons and even a live snake walked forward while constantly coughing out blood.

     As Daneel had been in a hurry, he hadn't controlled the amount of force he had used while deploying the Hidden Kill Fist. He had felt a few ribs break, but beyond that, he hadn't cared and had just left the guy after confirming that he would live.

     Now, as he looked closer, he saw that there was a large red bruise right in the middle of his chest, which meant that all the tissues below that spot were definitely pretty damaged. The property of the Hidden Kill Fist where it transferred the impact to inside the body was clearly visible, as the skin on top looked almost fine, while it was clear that everything under it was anything but.

     "Your fist technique stands up to everything we've heard about it. You are truly lucky to have found it and succeeded in training in it in order to fulfill the qualifications to enter our Sect and peruse all of our valuable records, but that does not mean that you can think you're invincible."

     It looked like the Head and the Chief had gone forward and given this as the reason behind him visiting, as it was much better to hear than the one where he was being sent by the Head as the man believed in his potential and wanted him to find out everything he could so that he could find the perfect Champion Path for himself.

     The latter reason would definitely cause even more displeasure, as it was practically a favor being done to someone from the Central Continent, while the former would be perfect as everyone knew about the rules that had been set down by the previous masters.

     Those found to be capable of wielding the Hidden Kill Fist were those that they owed a debt to, and this needed to be repaid by giving them complete access to their sect and facilities. There were other clauses which dealt with the finer details, but this was the gist that everyone knew about.

     Daneel hadn't expected this guy to be capable of speaking so calmly after that incident and his statement where he had implied that this was just a worthless group of stray dogs.

     However, as he recalled all of the weapons that he had seen on the guy's body and the way he had attacked without any hesitation on finding someone coming close to him without giving an explanation, Daneel understood that this was definitely a meticulous person whose experiences had, for some reason, given birth to a large amount of paranoia.

     Walking to the front of the group and looking Daneel straight in the eye, he said, "Let me demonstrate. Koror, Impregnable Body."

     As soon as he said this, another round person walked forth from the group, and he was even larger than the one who had accompanied Tall during that meeting.

     This one had a vicious expression on his face, and while he walked forward to stand beside the one that given the order, everyone gave him a wide berth as if they were afraid to even touch him.

     As he came closer, Daneel soon saw a multitude of scars all over his body as if he had been through the most agonizing of tortures, but he soon understood that they had all been caused by various training activities in the sect.

     Stopping right in front of Daneel, he closed his eyes, and a sheen appeared on his body which made Daneel raise both his eyebrows.

     There was no other way to call it. The skin that was visible was faintly glowing, and a layer of some sort of light could be seen all over him, which made him almost looked like the sun that had come down and was, for some reason, standing in front of him.

     "Use the Fist you're so proud of now, and tell me if you still think that you can do as you wish with it in the sect."

     Daneel had simply used that Fist as it was the one he was most proficient in. However, it looked like that had caused this guy to misunderstand that it was his most 'prized' technique.

     Well, there was no reason to clear the misunderstanding.

     Shrugging, Daneel punched forward with full force once again, reveling in the feeling that came from using his fists instead of just watching what he was doing which was the case when he used magic. There was just…something about personally feeling his power go forth and destroy his enemies, which was simply not attainable when he used magic.

     Fully expecting the same scene as before to repeat, Daneel aimed at the same spot where he had hit the other guy who had somehow turned out to be the leader of such a large group.

     Yet… The skin of the round man simply jiggled, as all the force was simply siphoned away by the jellylike folds all over his body. Not just that, even that glow, which actually turned out to be pure Energy that had been many pulled forth in order to form something akin to a barrier that Mages deployed, helped quite a bit in defending the man from his Fist.

     This was the final stage of the Hidden Kill Fist, which, according to the what he now knew, was actually a technique from the Empire that had been hidden away in the last layer by the Empire Spirit so that only those who were worthy would find it and be graced by its help. It had also been a tactic to shield it from the eyes of the Big Four, which had worked – in all the years that the training hall had existed in Lanthanor, Daneel had been the only one to be able to get to the final level and use the real Hidden Kill Fist which scaled perfectly along with the level of a person. When he was a Human, he had only been able to affect one's skin to cause grievous wounds. And now that he was a Warrior, he was able to use the pullback force of the fist to affect the muscles and tissues that were present below the skin.

     Apparently, the motive was to identify talented Fighters who could use this and further the Path of Fighters, as that was what the Empire Spirit was always interested in.

     The whole essence of the fist was that using a sudden movement, the aftermath of the attack would cause a bubble of force that would explode outwards, causing internal injuries. However, in this case, that bubble had been swallowed away and hadn't been able to reach any important organs. Even though it had exploded outwards, nothing was visible, as even the force of the explosion had been hidden away by all the fat that was present all over this man's body.

     So this was the path chosen by those who had this kind of body composition in the Sect.

     Daneel had been wondering about it, as he had already figured out that those who were buff were the ones who focused on strength, while those who were lean probably believed that speed was paramount. As for the round folk, he had been slightly puzzled as to what they wanted to accomplish. Now, it was clear that they wished to attain the ultimate defense that could block any attack.

     But how were they supposed to attack?

     Daneel received the answer the next second, as he witnessed a terrifying sight would have traumatized any normal person.

     The huge figure in front of him actually… Jumped and stretched forth his arms while he flew through the air, intending to crush him into pulp under the weight of his body.

     This was the dumbest and most direct attack that anyone of that size could use, but its peculiarity lay in the fact that his speed did not seem to be affected by his weight. As Daneel activated the Basilisk's Breath and observe the scene carefully, he realized that this was actually being achieved by cheating – there were trinkets placed behind the guy's body which were propelling him forward at a breakneck speed.

     It was definitely an intriguing way to battle, but Daneel had reached the end of his patience. He had had enough of this sidetrack, as the Chief was waiting for him, and he also wanted to see whether he could find a way to go to Cassandra with his original body so that he could be there when she woke up.

     And of course, Drakos's 'Anomaly Theory' needed to be addressed.

     So, with the Basilisk's Breath, Daneel sidestepped the sumo crush easily and even raised his leg to stomp the fatso to the ground, while feeling thankful that he could at least use this inheritance as it didn't need to affect the outside world.

     This caused a loud boom to echo in the room that attracted the attention of everyone who was present, and even the stone tiles that they were standing on cracked.

     "Alright, fine, you can nullify my attack. But you're a fool if you think that that is the only trick I have up my sleeve. Now, are you going to make more trouble, or can I leave? I don't have all day to deal with people like you, you know."

     The leader of this group had an expression of shock as he saw this person who was supposed to be weak easily sidestep the money-fuelled attack by this guy who was known for his shamelessness that allowed him to use trinkets even though others look down on it. Nobody had ever been capable of evading this crushing attack without at least being injured a bit, so he had no option but to understand that this man was even more powerful than he had thought.

     Silence fell over the room, and Daneel understood that beating this guy so easily must have scared all of them. So, he simply began walking to the door, which was when something regarding the trip he had just made to Lanthanor occurred to him.

     He hadn't delved into the Emperor's memories regarding the Bloodline of the Blazing Phoenix.

     Thinking that there might not be anything special, but that he should be thorough, Daneel asked the system to check that module and tell him if there was anything he needed to know regarding what the Emperor had done.

     However, when he got the answer, he had no option but to pause mid-step and ask the system to repeat whatever it had just said.

     [Perusing the memories of Emperor Fenoras. Scanning for memories related to the Blazing Phoenix.

     Memories Found.

     Summary: The incident where the original possessor went insane was a plot meant to deal with the growing egos of the Emperor's secret corps, and also to deceive everyone that this Bloodline was unattainable. In truth, the Emperor hid away the Bloodline so that he could save it for when things were truly dire. His plan regarding this Bloodline stretched through the ages, and his objective was to make it available for any future threats that Angaria might face. This was one of his most secret plans, and it wasn't just this Bloodline which he hid away in this manner.]

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     626 Meeting the Chief Again

      Behind him, the leader of the group who was staring at him as if he was a monster as he had effortlessly dealt with the fatso's attack was puzzled when he saw this King from the Central Continent pause right at the entrance of the room in which there was still pin drop silence, except for the low moaning of the guy who had been stomped into the ground.

     Expecting some sort of dramatic dialogue just like the one before which had actually stung quite a bit and made him admire that someone was capable of coming up with such a witty remark in such a short amount of time, the lean man whose chest was still burning as if someone had made him swallow fire waited with bated breath, although he wasn't as worried as before that a fight might break out.

     As one of those who could be called a middling level leader in the factions that were present in the Fortress of Unyielding Might, he knew that this was someone special who was regarded highly by the Chief. This had been derived from the fact that the Chief had personally given him an audience, and had even called him back today, which was actually partly the reason why he hadn't insisted on keeping him for long. Such news always made its way to him and the other leaders as soon as a messenger was sent, so his aim with calling that fatso before had only been to impress this King, and then deal with him later if the best case where he was awed came to be.

     That had been how he had won over most of his group. Initially, he had just been a normal sect member until he had had to go through a very harrowing experience during training where he had almost been killed because of a malfunctioning trinket that had caused attacks at a level much higher than his own to rain down on him and almost pummel him to death.

     Even those in charge of training had been astonished that he had survived, but although he had done so with a lot of injuries, something which wasn't visible on the outside had also been affected, and no matter how much he searched, there seemed to be no cure for it.

     He had developed the paranoia that the world was out to kill him, and even though he knew that this wasn't true and it was just his delusion that now existed because of that experience, he just couldn't shake it off.

     That was also when he had begun to form this group, as he had wanted a bunch of lackeys whom he could throw at threats as sacrifices if he needed to run away. He had awed each and every one of them using the ruthless methods that he had developed due to the creativity that he always depended on, and they had chosen to follow him as the big groups didn't have much interest in them anyway.

     Now, he had seen this as an opportunity, but it looked like it would slip out of his hands.

     However, he suddenly felt a strong sense of hope when he saw the King turn around and run toward him with a zealous expression on his face.

     He had no idea regarding the reason, but when the man caught his shoulders and frantically said, "Take me to your secret archives!", he realized that he might not be completely out of chances yet.

     Unlike most people, he didn't have any prejudice against those from the Central Continent, as he was from there, too. He was someone who had experienced just how widespread this prejudice was, and how many took pleasure in showing him his place and telling him that he would never have a meaningful future in the Big Four. He often felt like telling them that they were the same, but had only been born in different circumstances, but knowing that such statements might well lead to his death, he would keep his mouth shut and wait for his time.

     Nodding and sending a silent signal to the group that they should disperse, Snake, which was the name he had taken for himself after coming to the sect as per the tradition in the Fortress, led the way outside.

     The group was slightly puzzled, but they had full confidence in their weirdo leader who had directed them well for more than a year and had already brought them a lot of benefits that they had never thought that they would experience their lives.

     Their whole anger from before had been due to the orders given by their leader, and they had followed them even though they knew that it was a weird order as most of them were all also mostly from the Central Continent and thus actually respected this man who had accomplished so much and even managed to make the high and mighty members of the big four jealous. Of course, they would never accept that last part, but the way in which they acted made it clear just how much they resented him as he had what they might never have.

     These were some of the few who hadn't been corrupted by the ideology and become sycophants who licked the boots of those with background so that they could obtain some or the other benefit, and this was actually a prerequisite to be taken into the group in the first place as those who didn't have at least a few ideals weren't welcome.

     In other words, this was a close-knit group who wholly trusted their leader, and this was actually the only thing they had going for them when compared to the other groups.

     Murmuring among themselves and walking away, they didn't notice that this had all been spotted by the King of Lanthanor who had managed to control his enthusiasm by this point.

     Right before Daneel exited the door along, he had turned around casually and seen all these people dispersing while looking more or less normal.

     This made him see the guy beside him in a new light, as being able to command such unwavering loyalty wasn't a very easy thing.

     Indeed, the news about Hidden Bloodlines had almost driven him crazy with excitement, as he knew that information that warranted such actions must really pack a kind of punch that just wasn't present in the normal list of bloodlines that Daneel had obtained from the system.

     After all, those had been from the third seal, whereas this information was from the memories of the Emperor.

     This also made him aware that he had been ignoring this goldmine of information even though he had the means to easily process it completely. He knew the reason behind this was that he still respected the memory and didn't want it to dissected clinically, but he didn't hesitate anymore when he saw that he had almost missed out on this piece of amazing information by forgetting to ask about it before.

     So, he had already told the system to run a process where all of the information in the memories of the Emperor would be tagged and be ready for access whenever any topic was asked about. At least, this way, he wouldn't need to remember every time to ask the system what the emperor's personal thoughts about something where.

     As for the smart way in which the Emperor had tackled the ego of hi subordinates…Daneel admitted that there might be stuff that he could learn from the Emperor, too.

     The reason he had ran back to get this guy in order to have someone lead him to the Secret Archives was that Daneel had also asked the system to tell him about the other hidden bloodlines.

     And that was when he had found out that there was actually one that was only for Fighters, and this meant that records about it would be present in the Secret Archives of this Fighter Sect that had survived since the time of the Apocalypse itself.

     Daneel knew that he could directly ask the system all the details he wanted to know about this specific bloodline, but he was more interested in what had happened after the Empire collapsed, as he now knew that incredible things were also possible during that time after finding out about the achievement of the founder of the sect which was what he was yearning to obtain in the first place.

     Sensing his urgency, the guy who seemed as though he was still in pain sped up.

     Daneel took pity on him, but he couldn't do anything to help as his Mageroot was sealed off.

     It had been obvious that that group had dispersed on his orders, but it was probably true that they had also assembled and been like that after being called by him, instead of just looking to get revenge for their leader which was the impression that they had been trying to give.

     Once again, after being in the Central Continent and dealing with Empire Spirits which were much more adept in scheming, all of these little things seemed so childish and simple that Daneel could identify them right away.

     It looked like they had a few moments, so he asked, "Hey, what's your name? I just really needed that pod, so I chose you as you were the strongest of those who were present in the room at that time. I didn't want to be interrupted, so you kinda became the scapegoat."

     This was as close to apologizing as Daneel was ready to get, and this, too, was only because this guy was doing a favor for him by leading the way. In situations like these when excitement was at the peak, being stalled by stupid reasons such as not knowing the way was something that would be really irritating.

     "Call me Snake. That's alright. I apologize for calling all those guys and telling them to curse at you, but I only did that because I wanted to find out how capable you were. We all heard rumors, but we don't really know just how capable the two of you are. I am thoroughly impressed, and even though I might not show it, I would really love to work with you if we have the chance."

     That last part was said because even though he was leading the way, this guy was still cautiously keeping an eye on Daneel as if he was expecting an attack at any moment. His hand was also back on the knife, and he was also maintaining enough distance where it would be easy for him to run if he wished.

     As for Daneel, he was surprised that he hadn't even been in this Fortress for a day, but he had already gotten two offers to work with someone. This was in stark contrast to what he had expected the treatment to be like when he was in one of the Big Four, and even though that aspect was still present, he could never have guessed that there would be so much interest in people to work with him. After thinking for a moment and realizing that this was probably because they had also seen his display where he had beaten a newly-ascended Champion, Daneel chuckled, but didn't

      say anything in response as he felt the same about this offer as what had come into his mind after getting that offer from Tall.

     It would be dumb to believe someone in the first encounter, and it would also seem fake if he agreed right now, as no one in their right mind would take decisions regarding such important things right away.

     Seeing this, Snake didn't remark, but he felt really glad that there had at least not been an 'no'. Their interaction had really started off on a bad foot, and he had been hoping that this wouldn't affect the decision of this King. He pondered whether to explain that he would not have reacted that way if not for this paranoia that he couldn't control, but he let it go as that would be too much information which didn't necessarily need to be shared.

     Soon, the two of them reached a gigantic building that was built into the central part of the fort. This was one of the few places which was accessible even by normal sect members, unlike the rest of the central portion which only housed the administrative members and champions of the sect.

     The King of Lanthanor immediately rushed forward, and it looked like he would be stopped by the gatekeeper. However, nothing happened, as it looked like this place had already been intimated about their guest and the access that he now had.

     Immediately, Daneel walked to the secret archives where the time after the Empire's collapse was documented. She wasn't looking for important information, as that would definitely be under lock and key just like that scroll. Instead, Daneel simply wanted to find out if there were any mentions of the bloodline that he had just found out about.

     A few moments later, he found what he was looking for.

     [Gentle Giant Bloodline: A Bloodline whose name refers to two things: one, the gentle nature of the possessor, and two, the nature of a location after it feels the wrath of the possessor of this Bloodline.

     Allows one to grow exponentially stronger when compared to normal means.

     Allows one to grow larger and take up the body of a Giant.

     Side-effects include damage to intellect. Reasons unknown.

     Only those who had simple minds of children in the first place due to some or the other ailment were given access to the Bloodline, and the results were astonishing.

     New information found in Secret Archives suggests that this Bloodline had a comeback during that time of danger.]

     Yes! He had known it!

     So far, Daneel hadn't known the reason behind the increased strength and size of Bam, but it had now been revealed to him.

     That guy had definitely awakened this Bloodline, even though he didn't know how.

     Just as he was going to go into a long reflective session, he heard his guide speak up behind him.

     "The Chief is still waiting for you."

     Dammit! He had forgotten about that!

     Well, he couldn't be blamed as one wouldn't find out about hidden Bloodlines each and every day.

     Daneel was also really excited as he had found one among the hidden ones which really caught his eye.

     However, that would have to wait until after the meeting, so Daneel waited to speak to the Chief.

     Soon, he was in front of the man who looked the same, and before he could ask, he gave his answer.

     "I'll take part in the Legacy Battle. And I'll let this thing stop me from using my Mageroot. So watch out, and get ready to forget that scroll. Before that, though, do you think I can make a quick trip back to my Kingdom. If I'm going to be Fighting, then I need my weapon that I left behind..."

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     627 A Favor

      The Chief was someone who was typically not used to people being daring enough to talk over him. So, when he saw the King of Lanthanor directly say these words and then wait for an answer, he actually had to pause for a moment in order to gather his mind and wonder just how long it had been since someone had stood so gallantly in front of him.

     However, what he asked wasn't so simple.

     Daneel could already tell that something was wrong the moment he saw the Chief pause and then put together his lips as if he was thinking about something unpleasant.

     What could there even be that would cause a man like this to feel that kind of emotion?

     Daneel received the answer to this question when the Chief opened his mouth and spoke in a serious tone.

     "Insolence. That is the world that will be used to describe you, and that is what all those who do not like you will use as an argument so that you no longer have access to the Big Four. The Head already told you that you should get everything done in one visit. The truth is that even though the both of us are the strongest Heroes on the continent, we are still bound by a few rules which we must follow unless we wish to risk letting the entire continent slip into chaos. One of those is that decisions must be taken by the Council, and not by us, individually. Even though a few things can be done by our discretion, a matter such as yours which is something so unprecedented definitely needs the approval of a majority in the Council. In fact, the Head had even been ready to smuggle you in if needed, but he told me that he was pleasantly surprised when a majority was reached, albeit barely. Of course, the detractors were all those who believed that someone like you should never be given a chance like this unless you choose to give up your Kingdom and completely become one of the Big Four. As for those who supported you… After a little bit of time, we understood that they did so because they were happy that the person who was responsible for their children's and grandchildren's deaths was killed by you. So, you actually had a stroke of luck to help you out then, but now, if you leave and then come back later, another Council will have to be held as each and every major happening in Angaria is monitored by it. Typically, we are autonomous, but this is in place so that if there are any risks, they can be identified beforehand and handled. This must be the first time I'm explaining myself so much to a mere Warrior, and that too, one from the Central Continent. But I'm doing so because I now see a little bit of what the Head saw in you. I don't know what technique you used when you stamped that guy into the ground, but I can tell that it was pretty impressive, and that you must have obtained more from Angaria than what you're letting on."

     The Chief paused at this point, while Daneel' heart started to beat faster.

     He had used the Basilisk's Breath for barely a moment, but this guy had still identified that some technique had been utilized in that short span of time. He had known that he must be watching, and had taken care not to expose anything, but it turned out that that plan of his had been a failure.

     Still, it was a consolation that he was only taking it to be something not as powerful as an Inheritance that had such an impressive effect as the Basilisk's Breath. However, Daneel realized that he should be even more careful, and this was pretty damn maddening as he had already thought that he was being more cautious here than in anywhere else he had gone to on Angaria.

     Putting that aside and focusing on the matter at hand, Daneel wondered what else he could do to find a way to leave.

     Yet, it looks like the chief was not done.

     Cracking a small smile, he continued, saying "It is good news, though, that you are prepared to participate in the Legacy Battle. It has been too long since I've seen anyone excel in one, and I yearn to find out more of what you might be hiding. How about this? I do you a favor, and you do one for me. How does that sound?"

     A-A favor? And that too from Hero like him?

     Daneel was pretty flabbergasted. He could never have imagined that he would get this kind of preferential treatment from this man, so this actually made him panic and begin to think what motive could be there behind his actions.

     Could it be that this favor would lead him to his death, or put him in a situation where he would have to expose even more of his power if he wanted to stay alive?

     Both of those would be pretty devastating for him, as Daneel knew that if any of his secrets were exposed, he would be hunted by the whole continent. And right now, he was definitely not in a position where he could handle that, although he hoped to get there as fast as possible.

     Calming himself down, he decided to listen to what the Chief had to say first.

     Seeing the extremely cautious expression on his face, the Chief actually chuckled and said, "I can see why you must feel as though I am a threat, too. But the truth is that you are too weak to be targeted by me. Go become a Hero first, and then we can talk. For now, all I'm concerned about is this legacy that needs to be passed on. Honestly, at this point, I don't even care that you are a mage, too, although I used that trinket so that there will be a fair competition. I've seen nothing so far to indicate that you might win, but I have my reasons regarding why I am hopeful. You say you need a weapon, and I understand. I don't want you to go into the battle without a full strength. Incidentally, how long do you wish to be gone for?"

     Furrowing his eyebrows and pondering for a bit, Daneel answered, "A week."

     He had already made a list of all the things he wanted to do outside after all the developments that had happened during his visit to this Sect, so he chose this timeframe which would be enough even if there were any unforeseeable delays.

     At the top of the list was even something he had found out from the system just before coming here which he was really excited about, but that excitement had been dampened by quite a bit as he had no wish to take undue risks by giving out favors that could potentially kill him.

     On hearing his answer, the Chief first raised an eyebrow, and Daneel started to form another lie, as it really didn't make sense why someone would need a week to go "grab their weapon".

     In fact, he had even given that reason in the first place as an excuse as he just wanted to go out.

     Before Daneel could make up a lie, though, the Chief just shrugged and said, "Well, if I do this, the time really won't matter. If you agree, I'll use a camouflage technique to take your place, and I'll also give you a way to leave and come back that can only be used by me. Even though the Council is monitoring everything, they can do nothing if I, myself wish to help someone in this manner. Don't you think that this is a pretty big thing for me to do?"

     To Daneel, this sounded exactly like a conversation that one would have in a shop back on Earth with a shopkeeper who wanted to rip them off.

     Seeing the grand personage of the oldest Hero on the Continent act in this way, Daneel almost felt that it was funny, but the feeling of danger that was ever present at this place stopped him from cracking a smile.

     He had to admit that this was a pretty big favor, but he wasn't prepared to take it without finding out the cost.

     Also, a doubt had appeared in his mind. What the hell could have caused the character of this Chief to change from the person he had been yesterday to the one he was now? Yesterday, he had been all domineering while acting as if his word was law. However, today, he was ready to bargain. Such a steep change set off alarm bells in his mind, and he wondered what he should do about it, as it would keep bugging him even when the time came to make a decision.

     Thinking on it for a bit and finding no answer, Daneel nodded in reply.

     He thought the Chief was done, but the man opened his mouth and spoke again, proving him wrong and making this doubt in his mind grow even stronger.

     "My favor isn't limited to just that. There are many personal Hero level Fighter techniques that I've developed by myself throughout all these years. I'm willing to give them all to you, even though they might not make sense to you now. These are invaluable, and you won't be finding them in the Secret Archives either, as I am the only one who is in possession of them. And finally, there is one last book that you will also not find anywhere else on the continent. It details the attempts by those throughout the history of my sect in pursuing the Ultimate Path, and it gives a detailed explanation regarding why each attempt failed, or didn't give very satisfactory results. Without this, even if you obtain the scroll, you would be setting yourself up for a possible failure. But if you are equipped with the knowledge that was collected over many, many generations, the chance of you succeeding will increase exponentially."

     Daneel couldn't believe his ears. The chief was right – any technique was better if there were also studies regarding how others had failed in them. True, he had the system which was capable of carrying out analysis on things like these, but Daneel had a suspicion that whatever was inside that scroll might be at a level beyond that of the current system. Although he was obtaining a lot of EXP recently, he was still quite a ways from the upgrade, so he couldn't simply twiddle his thumbs and choose to wait for it. But instead, if he had that book with all of that data, the system would definitely be able to run the analysis and at least give him something that he could use if he chose to use the method of the founder of the sect.

     At this point, he couldn't take it anymore, as each and everything being offered by the Chief was more valuable than the one before.

     So, he just blurted out his doubt.

     "Why this change? Just yesterday, you threw me out saying that I should make a decision, and that you'll meet me later. How you're behaving now does not match with that at all. I –"

     "cannot help but suspect me? I see why you might feel so. But let me tell you one thing: just hear me out regarding the favor I need from you, and you'll get the answer to your question. Alright?"

     …

     Back in the Kingdom of Lanthanor, Cassandra looked as if she was fast asleep on a bed while Kellor was pacing to and fro right in front of her.

     The King had charged him with taking care of Cassandra, and making sure that if she woke up and was able to talk, he would be contacted at the earliest. He also said that the span of time after waking up would be crucial, as she might be panicking due to what had happened. Kellor's instructions were mainly to help her remain calm, and have her wait for his arrival.

     However, remembering that blazing aura which was capable of melting a Warrior into a bloody sludge instantly, Kellor wandered what he should do if it suddenly appeared and didn't give him any time to teleport away.

     Thankfully, this thought left his mind when he saw a person teleport right in front of him.

     When he saw that it was the King, a broad smile appeared on his face.

     The King looked like he was thoroughly amused and happy about something, and Kellor almost asked what the reason was. He decided not to at the last moment, as the King would tell him anyway if it concerned him.

     Nodding at him, the King walked up to Cassandra's bed, and Kellor opened his mouth to tell him that there had been no movement since when she had screamed and crumpled to the floor.

     However, before he could say anything, a low moaning was heard from Cassandra who drowsily opened her eyes and woke up, as if she had sensed the presence of the man who was responsible for saving her from that state before.

     Blinking, she looked around, and when her eyes fell on the King, she got up immediately and said in a vicious tone, "My King, some bastard kidnapped me and tortured me for days! I think Aran was taken, too! We must find that culprit! And when we do, I'll burn that bastard's balls off!"

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     628 A Weird Turn Of Events

      Daniel had no option but to smile sheepishly and scratch his nose as he heard this statement from his most loyal commander.

     His plan with the Road through Hell had always been that he would reveal later on that he was the one who had subjected them to all of that, so that they could break through. However, Daneel felt those words get stuck in his throat while the image of what Cassandra had just talked about appeared in his mind – he shivered and instinctively covered his crotch with one hand as that happened, while the Grand Court Mage burst out laughing.

     Kellor was really relieved as he had seen that Cassandra seemed to be back to normal. His main fear had been that she might be the same as before even after waking up – mute, and unable to communicate in any way. Thankfully, that hadn't happened, and when Cassandra turned to look at him with an expression of puzzlement on her face as she wondered why he was laughing when she was telling them about something so serious, his laughter only increased in volume.

     Calming himself down after a few moments, he couldn't help but say, "I typically don't like crass jokes, but I must say that if you do go ahead, toasting Royal balls will definitely be an achievement that you'll be able to tell even your children about."

     R-Royal balls?

     The confusion that Cassandra was feeling only increased as she heard this, making her turn to the King.

     She remembered clearly each and every moment up until she had felt her parents fade away while hugging her, and after that, it was all blank. She did recall a vague feeling of burning up, but after that, she had woken up here feeling very tired.

     Even now, she was famished, but she had uttered that statement as she really believed that finding the culprit and the place where she had been held was really important.

     Soon, it began to get irritating, as she was genuinely worried about Aran who might also be trapped there.

     She had always been known for her fiery temper, and as it began to flare up, it allowed her a moment of clarity to think back to the statement made by Kellor.

     Royal balls?

     Connecting that with the sheepish expression on the King's face… A supposition entered her mind.

     "My king… Are you the one responsible for it?", she asked, unable to believe it herself.

     After else, who else could be capable of kidnapping her when she was inside the Palace?

     She knew that although the King could be ruthless and scheming towards his enemies, he cared more than anyone about those were close to him.

     So, initially, it didn't make sense why he would do something like that, but when he spoke, she realized that the answer was pretty simple, and that she had only not thought about it as she was still reeling from the mental fatigue of going through such ordeals continuously for so long. If she were normal, she would definitely have noticed it right away.

     "It was all to incite the breakthrough, Cassandra. I really believed that the four of you had been in the Human realm for too long, so I searched for ways in which I could help you to break through. That was when I found this – the essence of a breakthrough is all about pushing past one's limits, so this was all designed to help you achieve that. Kellor and Faxul were actively watching everything all the time, and they would have stepped in if there was any real threat to your lives. I –"

     Daneel had hastily spoken up after seeing the accusatory glare in Cassandra's eyes. He knew that what he had done was right, but he really didn't want anyone to feel resentment because of that.

     He had been about to continue, but he stopped when he saw Cassandra get up and then kneel on one knee.

     In a straightforward tone, she said, "Apologies, My King. I think I was still partly in the state that I was back in that place, which did not allow me to see this right away. I am truly grateful that you went out of your way and did so much for us. You allowed me to see something that I was always ignoring for a long, long time. I will forever be indebted to you for allowing me to go through that experience, and even if I die, I will do so with a smile on my face."

     It had been quite a long time since anyone had given Daneel such a formal and direct pronouncement of what they felt for him, and it felt pretty good to see his plan work out. In the records about the Road Through Hell, it was also written that those who successfully passed the last phase would almost always find themselves to be mentally stronger than before. It seemed that that was true, as he was seeing it in Cassandra in front of him. She no longer seemed to be the firebrand commander who always acted according to her emotions and was pretty damn unpredictable, which made almost all the soldiers of her unit tread softly around her, especially if she looked even a tad bit unhappy. Now, there was an added measuredness to her, and although she wasn't a completely different person, this kind of change was a great thing to see.

     But right now… There was a different matter to address.

     "System, repeat the gist of the Emperor's plan regarding this particular Hidden Bloodline."

     [Affirmative. The Emperor used different methods to ensure that these Hidden Bloodlines that he picked out would be passed forward to subsequent generations while still maintaining the purity needed in order to result in an awakening. The core plan revolved around modifying the original possessor's bloodline so that when it was passed down, it would go into hibernation inside one's body and then peak at certain times in a certain few generations. Different Bloodlines were set to peak at different times. Although he had lofty ambitions, the Emperor had no way to ascertain exactly how the future would unfold, so he simply wished to give a fighting chance to Angaria by making sure that such people would at least be present at all times so that they could be nurtured and turned into powerhouses if needed. Built upon this core plan were different ones for different Bloodlines with different lists of prerequisites that needed to be fulfilled in each and every possessor of a Peaked Hidden Bloodline in order for an awakening to occur.

     He knew that there would be no resources or knowledge in order to carry out a proper awakening, so he implemented this method although it was dangerous and guaranteed a very, very low success rate. An additional reason was also there behind this – Hidden Bloodlines came with a host of problems which were real even though the 'snapping' of the original Blazing Phoenix Bloodline possessor was fake. Her mental health really was affected with each usage of her power, and she really did come close to insanity, although the Emperor managed to save her after finding out the reason.

     The reason was that when using the power of the Bloodline that was passed down from a God beast, a few other things would also be passed down in some cases as they were caused by the power in the first place. In the case of the Blazing Phoenix, it was a Godbeast which regularly went through repeated rebirths. Each time, its mind would completely break down, and it would have to gather the pieces and maintain its sanity if it wanted to live on. And each time, a few pieces would be lost, and although they could be found again if the Phoenix managed to live long enough, there were many cases where that just didn't happen. This was also why Blazing Phoenixes were so rare. Each and every one of that species always carried the risk of dying, being reborn and then going insane, following which they would be killed and their flesh that was filled with high-level Energy would be feasted on by other Godbeasts.

     It was only natural that such a thing would affect a human, as well. In fact, just one rebirth would be enough to completely drive a human mad. So, the prerequisite for anyone awakening this Bloodline is that that they must have overcome a deeply traumatizing experience by themselves. This lets them build the mental strength necessary which can at least act as a base that can develop slowly into one strong enough to use the power of the Phoenix without being affected by the risks. Target 'Cassandra' fulfilled the prerequisites, and her bloodline has awakened. Her body has already begun to reform, and she only needs a large amount of Energy and time in order to become a Champion.

     Note: There is a high possibility that if others from the same generation exist, then their Bloodline might also have peaked.]

     That last line had been why Daneel had asked the system to repeat the gist, and although he had had to sit through the whole thing, he didn't mind, at all. No, Daneel was simply awed by the incredible intellect of the Emperor who had thought of such an intuitive plan in order to make sure that Angaria would have a few hidden blades up its sleeves if the time came when it had to defend itself.

     Well, that time was now, and he was deeply interested in seeing if there were any others just like Cassandra.

     So, he asked, "Cassandra, is there anyone left of your family? Even far relatives whom you might have lost touch with. Do think and let me know, as it is really important. Oh, and, by the way, you are someone who has been blessed with a special power that has awakened now and will let you become a Champion. Well, you aren't truly one yet as some time and Energy is still needed, but soon, your power will awe the entire world. I ask you this question, because it is possible that if any of your relatives are still alive, they might be capable of undergoing something like this, too. As you know, we can use as many reinforcements as we can in the fight against the Church."

     This was what Daneel had been excited about after finding out about it from the system after his visit to the Secret Archives, and it had made him decide that he should leave the Sect and talk to Cassandra.

     At first, Cassandra's jaw dropped as she heard the part about her becoming a Champion.

     She couldn't believe it, but as she saw the King waiting for an answer, she put that aside for the moment and hesitated a bit before saying:

     "My king, during that experience before, I also realized something that I had stored away in the depths of my mind for the longest time. I always knew that the scene of autumn leaves drifting to the ground among wooden planks was something that could calm me down, as it always brought me happiness. However, I could never remember why that was so, until now. I was actually...adopted. That moment that always brings me joy is when I was taken in by my parents. So… I have no idea regarding where I really come from. I have no memory from before that time, so I can't really help you in this matter. My apologies."

     This made Daneel frown, as he couldn't have expected that something like this would be the case.

     His plan of having a flock of magnificent Phoenixes under his command looked like it had been foiled, but he soon got an idea.

     "Drakos, is there some way to recover her memory?"

     "Of course, Young King. However, she needs to consent."

     Daneel had been able to teleport because he had destroyed the trinket around his Mageroot after agreeing to the favor he had been asked by the Chief. So, he no longer needed to think about being restricted in any way.

     Nodding, Daneel asked Cassandra, "I have a way to jog your memory, but you need to allow me to enter your mind. Is that alright? I promise that I will not look through your other memories, although I will be able to do so."

     Cassandra nodded without hesitation, and said, "You have my absolute trust. Please go ahead."

     Smiling, Daneel walked forward and placed one finger on Cassandra's forehead, while she immediately closed her eyes and pressed them tightly together as it was never a pleasant experience to have someone go through your mind.

     Drakos was the one doing the searching, so Daneel just waited for the good news.

     However, a few seconds later, he heard the Ancient Dragon speak in a baffled tone.

     "Her memories from before that time have been erased, Young King. This is something that can only be done… by a Hero."

     Daneel immediately dropped his hand in shock as he heard this, but when Cassandra opened her eyes and spoke out, he looked at her with astonishment on his face.

     "My King… I remember something. A village with lush, green fields. Thatched cottages with stone chimneys. All kinds of…beasts running around. And someone who was called a God."

     Huh? What the f*ck?

     Before Daneel could even comprehend this weird turn of events, a glow appeared in Cassandra's eyes as she said, "I think I can find out where it is! I have a vague feeling in my head…and although I can't pinpoint it, if I search, I'm confident that I can find it, My King. That…is where I must have been born? But why was I abandoned in Lanthanor? Why can't I remember anything?"

     Daneel could only shrug helplessly as he heard these questions.

     "Your memories were also erased, so I cannot help.", he said, which made desperation appear on Cassandra's face.

     After all, finding out that everything one had believed about themselves was false was a pretty daunting thing.

     After thinking hard for a few moments, though, she spoke in a determined tone.

     "King Daneel, I wish to go and find out where that village is. I think it will take time, but I'm confident that I will reach it. You said that you want to find them, too, right? Can I excused from my duties as your Commander until I do?"

     Daneel had no idea how they had ended up at this juncture. He had simply wanted to see if there were any unassuming Lanthanorians with a Hidden Bloodline whom he could take under his wing, but he had uncovered something which frankly sounded like a made-up thing in the tale of a wannabe-famous bard.

     Seeing the determination in her face, though, Daneel simply nodded, which made Cassandra smile wide.

     When bewildered, the best option was just to go with the flow.

     Cassandra looked like she didn't want to wait. The curiosity seemed to be eating her up, so Daneel quickly created a few high-level trinkets for her safety that would also allow him to locate her. Also giving her a bunch of Ker Gems, he and Kellor watched as she set off walking from the Palace.

     According to her, teleportation only made the feeling fuzzy, so she had to walk.

     A few minutes later, Daneel sat in his room, still marveling at how weirdly things had turned out.

     To distract himself, he asked the system to repeat the information about the Hidden Bloodline that had interested him.

     When it did, a smile inadvertently appeared on the corner of his mouth.

     [Bloodline of The Shapeshifter: Allows one to obtain the power of the Shapeshifter which allows it to turn into any Godbeast it wishes. As this Bloodline seemed to have unimaginable potential, it was hidden by the Emperor even though there were severe drawbacks.]

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     629 Luther Returns

      This particular bloodline had captivated Daneel's mind the moment it had been listed by the system, as his dream had always been that he would never have to choose which bloodline he wished to have. After all, wasn't it best to be able to shift into whichever one he wanted, instead of being limited to just one of them?

     However, he had also figured out right away that there must be some caveat or the other, just like with all the other Hidden Bloodlines that had been chosen by the Emperor.

     Sure enough, the drawbacks made it clear why this Godbeast had not been the most powerful one on the continent.

     In fact, it was ironic that it was actually one of the weakest.

     The main drawback was that although it could take the form of any Godbeast it wished and even fool the Will of the world to an extent in order to wield the powers that were exclusive to those beings, there was no way for a Shapeshifter to actually display the real strength of those attacks.

     For example, if a Shapeshifter shifted into a Black Raven, it might be able to make black holes appear, but they would have no attractive power at all.

     At the end of the day, all it was was a trickster, and it sought to survive by making its enemy have to guess whether they were facing off against a real Godbeast, or one that was just pretending to be the awe-inspiring Dragon which was ready to form a hurricane with a single flap of its wings.

     Typically, predators would not want to take such risks, so they would leave it alone and let it live on.

     Hence, Shapeshifters had some of the highest survival rates among all other Godbeasts, although they were practically at the bottom in all other aspects.

     After a lot of investigation, the Emperor had apparently found out that the reason behind this was that the Will of the world could not be completely fooled no matter how much anyone tried.

     Still, although he had found no way in which this could be countered, he had gone ahead and hidden it after having someone obtain the bloodline as he knew that if one really did manage to overcome this drawback, then they would practically be unrivaled.

     The Emperor couldn't possibly have predicted that someone like Daneel, who had the magical system that could eliminate the drawbacks of any technique given that it had enough information, would come along. Finding himself having a moment of respite, Daneel took a deep breath and asked the system whether the drawbacks of this bloodline could be eliminated in some way.

     Alas, the answer gave him flashbacks of what had happened when he had asked it regarding the 'Hopeless' path.

     [Drawbacks cannot be eliminated with the current level of the system. Please upgrade the system if host wishes this task to be accomplished.]

     Well, almost nothing had ever come to him easy, so he just told himself that he was already more than halfway to the amount of EXP needed, which had seemed so unreachable just a few weeks ago.

     There was a cause for celebration, though: slowly, Daneel could feel the path forward for him becoming clearer and clearer, as if a fog that was present all around him was being lifted, bit by bit, by the light of all the knowledge that he kept gathering.

     Knowing that his time was limited out here, Daneel bent forward and quickly summarised to himself what had happened regarding Cassandra, as he had had enough time to think on it and let it register in his mind.

     Basically, there seemed to be a village somewhere where a Hero was present, who had erased Cassandra's memories and put her in Lanthanor. He had no idea how these events had played out, but this was what had happened.

     For some reason, Cassandra was capable of locating this village, and she had set off to do so as she wanted to find out just where she was from, and why she had been left like that.

     Overall, one thing was clear: this was all beyond him right now, so he could only focus on what he had going on at the moment while keeping this matter in the back of his mind. He had strictly told Cassandra that she should only look for the village, and then retreat and contact him so that they could decide what to do in case she succeeded. Until then, Daneel was going to focus on getting that damn scroll.

     This led him to the other tasks that he had set for himself to finish now that he was outside the sect.

     First of all, Daneel wanted to check on his commanders.

     Cassandra and Kellor had succeeded, so that left Luther and Aran.

     If possible, Daneel wanted to finish this before he the time came for him to be gone for a month, as it would give him less cause of worry.

     He had recently gotten an idea where he had decided to set down multiple formations around Lanthanor that could be used in the case of an emergency. His objective was to use formations that could be hidden, unlike those that he had been able to detect in both the previous Axelor and Arafell.

     The whole point was that if there was an attack of some sort, or if there was a situation where Lanthanor needed to defend itself, these formations could be used to tackle any threat.

     The problem with this plan had been that all the formations he had in mind needed at least Warrior level individuals to control them.

     There were formations which could be controlled by Fighters, too, which needed the one controlling them to have a certain power level. For example, one that had really been attractive to him was called the 'Fighter Transformer Formation', which conjured a construct around the Fighter's body, which was very similar to the case where Faxul had turned himself into a Black Raven. Then, that had been incited by the Bloodline within him, but here, it would form due to the formation.

     The construct would strengthen the one controlling it and offer them various weapons and a whole load of strength to stomp to death any foe that still dared to attack it.

     Of course, seeing its 15-foot frame, he doubted that anyone would wish to come forward, anyway.

     The problem was that the construct would place a massive strain on the controller's body, and strength was also needed to make it move, as it attached itself, like a second skin, to the one who was in control.

     Again, the Warrior level was required, which led Daneel to want to focus more on his subordinates' breakthrough.

     As for the Domination Corps who were also pursuing the same end underground with the help of his resident Champion: they would still need time to grow strong enough, so his commanders were his best bet.

     Daneel's whole idea was to use what he had gotten behind the third seal to full effect. If he didn't, he would really never be able to face himself if that resulted in loss of life that could have been prevented.

      Multiple such formations, and others, could be laid down, but there needed to be personnel to command them all.

     His almost month-long trip would feel much better if he could rest assured that there were enough Warriors present defending Lanthanor. So, he had set this objective for himself, too, on this trip.

     Aran was apparently still in the illusion state, which wasn't too worrying as different people needed different amounts of times to overcome their darkest fears.

     That left Luther, whom Daneel decided to contact.

     In order to not waste too many resources, and also to make sure that those present could keep their eyes on those going through the Road at all times, Daneel had only constructed two paths, which meant that only two people could simultaneously go through the Road at the same time.

     Right now, a spot was vacant as Cassandra had already 'graduated'.

     "Luther, how are things in the Sect? And have you broken through, yet?"

     As always, his trusty commander replied right away.

     "My Lord, they have been…busy. We are thoroughly weakened compared to the power that our Sect had had before, so I, along with Jaggrv and the others, are trying to implement plans to make our assassins grow stronger. I'm also trying to actively change our business structure so that we don't accept all kinds of assassinations. There are problems, though, but there's nothing that I can't handle. And although I've been training with my father, I haven't broken through yet, as I devote too much time to this managerial stuff. I don't envy the previous Sect Leader right now. His son is a great help, but it's still pretty hectic."

     If Luther had been the same as before, his reply would have been 'Busy, My Lord. No, My Lord.'.

     Yet, the man had spoken at length, which made Daneel happy as it showed him that he had been right: reuniting him with his father and the sect he loved had really gone a long way in letting him heal and become someone more normal.

     "All right. I need you for a few days."

     "I'll be right over, My King."

     Daneel had been about to say that it was necessary, but he smiled to himself satisfactorily when he heard Luther's answer.

     This was a kind of loyalty and reverence that just couldn't be bought by anyone. No, it needed to be earned.

     Soon, enough, Luther arrived outside the Palace with a mage from the Hidden Kill Sect in tow, who departed on his Sect Leader's orders after he was told not to let the interim Sect Leader get too complacent.

     He owed the King everything. So, when he had heard the words 'need you', he had unhesitatingly dropped everything and arrived.

     Finding himself teleported, he prepared himself to greet the King, but the moment his destination began to become clear, he felt that something was wrong.

     Instead of seeing the King, he saw someone unfamiliar, and then there was only darkness as he felt himself knocked out by a hammer falling on his head.

     …

     Back in the reconstructed Road to Hell, Kellor, Faxul, and Daneel were sitting in front of a large display trinket that was showing the image of an unconscious man lying in the middle of a room that was filled with all kinds of attacks and traps.

     There was still a moment for the man to wake up, so Faxul said, "I bet that he will break through in 2 days. At most, 3. He always was the most mature, so finding that 'push' shouldn't be a problem."

     "Cassandra and Aran took weeks. No, I think even Luther will take a week."

     Hearing them, Daneel smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "I'll take both of you on. I think he'll just need a day. Ready to bet? The winner gets a High-Tier Champion level technique. And if I win, both of you need to be quiet and follow what I say in a certain matter. I know you would anyway, but this makes it more fun. Alright?"

     The words 'High-Tier Champion level technique' made a fire light up in both Kellor and Faxul's eyes. They looked at each other for a moment, and then nodded in Daneel's direction.

     True, they would do what Daneel asked anyway as they respected him that much, but they could, on occasion, be cheeky, and they couldn't be so if they lost.

     His smile broadening, Daneel eyed the display trinket and said, "He's getting up. Let's see what happens."

     If someone froze that moment, they would be able to see three emotions on the three faces of those present.

     The King of Lanthanor looked confident, as if he was sure that nothing would happen out of his expectations.

     The Grand Court Mage looked expectant, as he looked forward to the technique which he wanted to study even if he couldn't use it.

     And finally, the Black Raven King looked serious, as he really wanted to win. He was a Champion, so the technique promised by Daneel called to him even more.

     However…if that scene was unfrozen, then it would be followed by all three expressions changing into one- that of extreme surprise, that was accompanied by three jaws dropping together.

     The reason behind this…was that the ex-commander of Lanthanor and the present Sect Leader of the Hidden Kill Sect defied all expectations when he woke up.

     He looked around, and when he received the message which said that he needed to be a Warrior to break out of where he was, determination appeared on his face as he closed his eyes.

     The next moment, the barriers blocking those inside the Road from going out deactivated, as they had detected that the one inside them was no longer just a Human.

     Of course, this was followed by Daneel receiving a message through the Oathstone.

     "My King! I was kidnapped by someone who is inside the Palace! Please be careful! I will stealthily enter and try to capture him. If he's more powerful than me, I'll use the special crotch-severing assassination move that Jaggrv recently taught me! It has a hundred percent effectiveness on enemies who are unaware, and if I'm careful enough, it should work! Until then, please stay behind barriers! It is best for you not to expose yourself!"

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     630 The Final Step

      Kellor could never have expected that this stoic commander who had always been known for his decisiveness would be capable of breaking through to become a Warrior so instantly.

     Their expectations had all been shattered, which led to all three of them rethinking everything they knew about Luther.

     Of course, in a way, it could be said that the King had won, because it had taken less than a day.

     Finally closing his jaw after seeing Luther immediately begin to run forward through the rooms which had all been deactivated in order to get to where they were, Kellor turned to see what the King would say.

     That was when he saw a strange sight. Just like before, when Cassandra had been ready to roast the balls of the person who was responsible for her capture, the King had one hand over his crotch protectively, almost as if someone was threatening the family jewels again.

     For a moment, Kellor was dazed, but he immediately understood what might have happened.

     Could… Luther also have given a similar threat? After all, anyone who found themselves freed from such a situation would immediately use the oath stone to contact the King.

     In order to see whether his suspicion was right, Kellor asked a question in a low tone.

     "My King, did Luther also…"

     He didn't need to say anymore, as the King immediately turned to him with just a slight bit of panic on his face, which made it abundantly clear that his suspicion had been right.

     What a coincidence!

     It could now truly be said that the commanders of Lanthanor were truly in sync, as there was no proof better than the two threats that had both been directed in the same direction.

     Kellor controlled his laughter, as he didn't want the scene to repeat, but he heartily chuckled inside his mind. Of course, Faxul noticed this, and asked what the matter was, to which Kellor directly gave the answer, causing the King's best friend to burst out with laughter that echoed in the room, causing a light blush to enter the King's face.

     Of course, he could tell what must have happened, and in response, he simply smiled mischievously and said, "You two forget that I won the bet. Just you wait. There's a lot of 'fun' waiting for you, soon."

     The laughter immediately stopped as both Kellor and Faxul felt a chill run up their spines.

     It was in situations like these that they understood just how unlucky the King's enemies must be, as his words were capable of causing such fear to appear in them, too, even though he wasn't really serious.

     Indeed, Daneel was half joking, but he really did not envy what he was probably going to put these two through. Well, they had laughed, so they would pay the price.

     As for the coincidence, he decided not to comment on it, except to wonder why there was suddenly such an ardent interest in targeting balls. Still, it was an unpleasant topic which he just wanted to forget, so he only waited for Luther to enter the room that they were in without saying anything.

     Taking the cue, the two other men in the room also remained silent, but they did chuckle from time to time, which always halted when they remembered what the King had said.

     Just what had they walked into by making that bet before?

     Knowing that they would find out soon, they just hoped that it wasn't anything too bad.

     Soon, the wooden door in front of them which had been placed just a few hours ago burst open, giving way to Luther whose fists were ready, expecting to find the mastermind behind this entire plan at this place.

     His initial plan had been to somehow climb out of this place and reach the Palace so that he could fulfill his duty of protecting the King, but he had been unsuccessful in finding any way out except for the one that led forward through the many rooms that were present in front of him. Of course, it had been smooth sailing through them all, as none of the deadly traps and mechanisms that were present were active. However, eyeing them, he could get a clear picture of everything that he would have been in for if he hadn't managed to break through instantly when feeling the intense need to perform his duty, no matter what.

     He was someone who would give his all for those whom he decided to follow, and it was the same both for the father who had adopted him when he had been found alone, and this King whom he had chosen to follow wholeheartedly after seeing how he truly loved the people of the Kingdom which he had come to cherish after staying in it for a long time.

     It, too, had taken him in when he had been alone.

     So, when he saw the King patiently waiting for him in this room accompanied by two familiar men who were in a strange cycle of chuckling to themselves, stopping that abruptly and then chuckling again, he did not understand what was going on.

     The King spoke up to dispel his doubts.

     "Calm down, Luther. I was the one who placed you here, as I wanted you to find the 'push' inside yourself and break through to become a Warrior. You had been stuck in the Human realm for too long. Little did we know that all it needed was a simple situation in which you thought I was in danger."

     Luther had to take a few seconds to comprehend this, but when he did, a small smile appeared on his face before he folded his arms behind his back and looked down, remembering the threat that he had sent before that had been directed at the King, even though he didn't know whom he had been cursing at that time.

     Seeing this, as these two new about it anyway, Daneel decided to just own up to what had happened.

     "It's an incredible coincidence that both you and Cassandra chose to go for 'those' as soon as you were capable of exacting revenge on whoever was responsible for abducting you and placing you here. I guess that any man who chooses to oppose you two should really be careful."

     Daneel had only said this to lighten the atmosphere, but he could never have expected the kind of answer he would receive.

     "Oh, it is not that much of a coincidence, Your Majesty. Us three commanders would often strategize about how we we would go about handling a foe whose power level was unknown to us. If it's a man, the best option was to go for the balls, as it is unlikely that even someone who has ascended to heights that we cannot comprehend has special protection over this special area. It is something that many tend to forget about, so our plan was to target it as it would have the most chance of success. I suspect that even Aran will react in the same way when he breaks through."

     Oh, now it made sense.

     It turned out that he had been right – anyone who targeted these three commanders of his would definitely regret doing so.

     This also made the laughter from the two now jovial people beside him to begin once again, which made Daneel decided to end this quickly.

     Nodding in response, he said, "Well, good to know. You can get back to the sect. You must've dropped a lot of duties to get over here so quickly, right? I really value that, and I'm also really appreciative of the need that erupted in you when you realized that you had to get out and protect the King. I am honored to count you as one of those whom I can trust my life with."

     In response, Luther simply bowed, as no more words are necessary.

     Always a man of duty, he did not feel that it was something to be appreciated, but he still accepted these words and it did feel good when he heard them.

     Daneel flicked his fingers, allowing Luther to teleport away and making sure that he would emerge at the foothold of the Hidden Kill Sect.

     With this matter done, only Aran was left, but there was no way to speed up a break through that was being incited by the illusion formation. All he could do was make sure that the formation was maintained, and hope that there would be no problems. Faxul was charged with constantly keeping an eye on him so that Aran could be saved if possible, and with that, Daneel moved on to the next item on his list.

     Of course, in the list of people who could break through, Eloise could also have been present, but it was different for her as she might be able to break through naturally instead of having to be 'pushed' by Daneel. Besides, their conversation was still fresh in his mind, and he had already planned their next meeting perfectly.

     Putting that aside, Daneel dispersed the Grand Court Mage and the Black Raven King after actually feeling happy about just how much their personalities had changed since the time that he had first met them.

     Nothing much needed to be said about Faxul, who had had the most drastic change, but as for Kellor-he was someone who had broken down and cried when he had seen that Daneel might be the one whom he had been waiting for. The man had always been weighed down by all the things he had had to do under the orders of the previous King, and it was only now that he was getting out of their shadow and returning back to who he originally. And that 'original him' was a very likable uncle, who was always ready to help, and who always had his best interests and heart.

     Going back to his chamber, Daneel got to the last thing on his list – to make all the provisions necessary for the Legacy Battle.

     He already knew that his Mageroot would be completely restricted after he went back to the sect. So, he would be foolish if he didn't use it for all it's worth and prepare a lot of countermeasures to handle any type of situation he might face. He had the chance to do so, and it would be dumb to waste it.

     Of course, he could cast Mageroot-less spells, but that would be a dead giveaway as that Chief would easily be able to sense what was going on. Before, his antics had only gone unnoticed as there had been no one at that level watching.

     Taking a moment, Daneel pondered deeply on the plan that had slowly begun to form from the moment he had entered the sect.

     He now had full clarity regarding the Legacy Battle – it was basically a free for all, but there were all sorts of factions that formed so that more people could aim to survive until the final days, which would give them more chance of being selected to be trained harder by the Chief.

     For anyone else, the goal was to stay in the competition, but for him, it was to win.

     However, the problem was that even he didn't know the metrics for one to win, so after a lot of thought, Daneel decided to do things the brute force way, as that was the best option in such cases.

     If there was only one person remaining at the end of the battle, wouldn't that guy be directly crowned the winner? He was pretty sure that there must have been no contest where something like this would have happened, but he still decided to verify that.

     For now, though, he acted on this, and formulated the plan that was actually inspired by one of his favorite movies back on Earth.

     Of course, he would have to make a lot of modifications to it, but he had to say that he was excited to see how it would all turn out. It was definitely going to be a blast, and he just couldn't wait to snatch that scroll from its resting place.

     And so, Daneel began all the preparations necessary after taking a few hours to hammer out all the finer details of his plan. He also made many backup plans, as he did not wish to be caught off-guard.

     A week later, as he arrived back at the sect at the agreed time, his clothes were completely filled with trinkets.

     This made him feel really glad that the sect only checked the maximum level of the trinkets, and not the number.

     After all, why would a Sect with a Hero-level Chief fear a simple Human or Warrior level trinket?

     So, after getting in with all of his tools intact, a smile that stretched from ear to ear appeared on Daneel's face, as he knew that he was now ready to face anything that might come his way.

     Humming a merry tune, the King walked down the path to reach his cottage, almost as if he already owned the damn place.

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     631 Returning to the Sec

      Daneel soon reached his cottage and found it empty.

     On the way, the Sect Members had been looking at him various expressions on their faces, with the most prominent one being one of anger and vexation.

     Understanding that these people must be part of those who despised him because he was from the Central Continent, Daneel had continued on his way.

     Searching around in the house, he found a note addressed to him in Elanev's room.

     "My training is beginning. The old man says that I will only be able to come out of it for the Legacy Battle, so I'll see you then. And remember, if you can find the identity of that f*cker because of whom I can't go to the village, intimate me at any cost. I don't care if the old man said that I shouldn't be disturbed. This is too important a matter to be ignored!"

     Daneel could see the anger that was still in his elder brother due to the incident before. Chuckling, he burnt up the note and sat down, wondering what he should do next.

     The answer was simple: the initial idea behind coming to the sect had been to collect all the information it held, before he had become distracted by other things.

     So, Daneel recalled the route they had taken before, and went back to the Secret Archives where he was directly allowed in again.

     Except for the core techniques of the sect which weren't present here, he could access everything else, so he began to store it all in the system.

     Many people shot him strange looks when they saw him casually browsing through all of the shelves, while making sure that he touched at least the spine of each and every book that was present.

     This couldn't be done continuously, as it would arouse too much suspicion, so Daneel took constant breaks during which he continued his perusal of all the Champion Paths that he had obtained from behind the third seal.

     He would look as if he was poring over the book in front of him that he randomly selected without even seeing the title, but in reality, he would be arguing within himself about things such as the inherent weaknesses that Emotion-driven paths had when compared to all other types of Paths.

     The Fortress actually held a lot more books than the other sects, and Daneel had found this out from a journal of one of the previous sect leaders who had written about how this Fortress supposed to be the last Bastion of Angaria. Hence, it only made sense that all the essential information should be recorded here, in case a similar apocalypse occurred which might result in the loss of all the cumulative knowledge of the continent.

     Along with that, general information about how Angarians should handle multiple situations was also given, that had apparently been researched thoroughly by scholars who had contracted to do so.

     All in all, this place reminded Daneel of the famous Georgia Guidestones back on his home planet, which existed to help humanity in the event that an apocalypse wiped out most of the population of the Earth.

     Daneel recorded it all anyway, as he never knew when it might come in handy. Even if it didn't, he wasn't willing to let any piece of information go, as he knew that it would leave him with an unsatisfied feeling.

     This, in itself, took two days, and on the morning of the third, he was finishing up the last section.

     The same building that had the Secret Archives also had the library behind it, where Daneel currently was.

     He had been having his cool-down time in order to not irritate everyone and have them demand that he should be thrown out as he was simply passing time instead of seriously utilizing all the knowledge gathered around him. He had just been about to get up and begin another final round all over the place to make sure that he hadn't missed any book.

     That was when he saw two familiar people enter through the doors of the library and look around, before finding him and heading in his direction.

     They were Tall and Snake, and they were actually a funny sight to behold as Snake was half the height of Tall, although Daneel still believed that he was the more dangerous one.

     Soon enough, they were in front of him, and they sat down as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

     This made Daneel raise an eyebrow, but he simply remained calm and waited to see what they would say.

     The two of them looked like they were struggling with something, as hesitation and unwillingness could be seen on their faces.

     They even started to look around casually, almost as if they wanted to put on an act that they hadn't come here to speak to him. Daneel had no idea what the objective behind something like that could be.

     While absorbed in this, Snake looked at the book in front of Daneel, and this made him pause and then smile slightly, as he had found a starting point to begin the conversation.

     "I didn't know that you like romantic stories. I tried reading them, too, but I couldn't stomach even the first 10 pages. Tall here, though, is widely known as someone who is an expert on all the romantic novels present in the sect. In fact, when he goes to the village, the women request him to quote their famous lines from these books, and it is said that he even enacts out certain sequences from them."

     Daneel had no idea what the f*ck this guy was spouting, but when he looked down, he understood. The book he had in front of him was titled "Unrequited, Yet Endless."

     He hadn't been paying too much attention to the books he had been picking up, so he was now pretty startled when he saw that these kinds of books were also present here. What was the point behind that?

     Daneel almost asked the two in front of him, but he decided that that would be too strange. So, he asked the system and got his answer.

     [Romantic novels were introduced into the library by Sect Master Brutus, who was famously known to have romanced the Sect Master of a different sect. It took 20 years for his relationship to succeed, and when it did, for a period of time, he was in "incorrigible puddle of goo", as quoted from a friend of his from that time. He gave the order that these books should also be stored here, and that they should be perused by all Fighters and Mages alike, as it would motivate them to grow stronger and find what he had found in the then most powerful mage on the continent. When they had fights, these incidents were said to be on such a scale that the Head at that time had had to intervene in order to make sure that entire swathes of land would not be devastated permanently.]

     Daneel really didn't have to know all that, but he was definitely amused by the information. Closing the book, he raised his head to see a slight blush creep into Tall's face before the man shook his head in order to hide it and said, "Let's get to the point. Snake and I need to tell you something, and we really hope that you agree to our request. It'll be alright even if you don't, but we can't help but ask."

     This statement uttered with extreme hesitation caused Daneel to raise his eyebrows and wonder what the heck was going on.

     The last time he had met these two, they had wanted him to join them and help them last as much as possible during the Legacy Battle.

     Daneel's current plan that had been formed from the data that he had gathered regarding all the factions of the sect did not include him having to join either of them. So, seeing them, he had been prepared to let them down, but he was now curious as to what favor these two were talking about.

     As Snake opened his mouth to continue, shock appeared on Daneel's face as the puzzlement he was feeling only deepened.

     "First of all, we rescind the offer given to you to join our group, even though you made it clear that you have no interest in doing that. Secondly… We really hope that you do something in public which shows everyone that we have cut all ties with you. We were constantly being targeted because others saw us meet, which made many in the sect think that we are together in your plan. We don't even know if doing this will help us, but we have no option but to try. In fact, this is even the perfect opportunity. You can simply get up and slap both of us, and also make it clear just how worthless you think we are, and that you don't care that we rejected your offer. You know, it's all a story that doesn't affect you at all, but it would really help us out. Would you please consider it? If you do, we are even willing to hand over a few Ker Gems and some Warrior level weapons that we have stored away. As a gift, of course."

     Daneel slowly couldn't help but understand that these two knew something that he did not.

     Activating the Basilisk's Breath and slowing down time so that it wouldn't appear as if he was clueless regarding what they were talking about, Daneel asked the system to once again scan all the conversations around the sect and find out if anything had happened in his absence.

     Soon, the system gave him the answer, and with each word that sounded in his mind, his face grew darker and darker.

     [Numerous conversations have been detected regarding the same topic. Three days ago, an individual who looks like the host and has assumed host's identity walked up to the Challenge Board of the sect, where conflicts were resolved using regulated fights so that deaths would not occur. Host is said to have written down that he wishes to challenge the entire sect, as he believes that they are all worthless cretins who do not even deserve to lick the bottom of his boots. Host proceeded to fling various courses detailing how all of the members of the sect at his level should just commit suicide, as they would never be able to reach the heights that host would soon ascend to. When all the leaders of all the major factions in the sect flared up and gathered at the Challenge Board, host made a proclamation that everything would be decided during the Legacy Battle.]

     What…the f*ck had that chieftain done?

     Well, this explained the strange looks that he had ignored thinking that they were just because of his identity.

     Daneel decided to go ask the man himself, but first, he needed to handle this situation.

     Going back to what they had said, he made a decision and immediately stood up by breaking the table in the process.

     This made wariness appear on the faces of the two in front of him, even though Snake had been prepared because of his paranoia.

     Without hesitation, Daneel punched out with both of his fists, sending the tall and short guy flying.

     He was in no mood to do the other part, so he simply left the library knowing that those two could probably spin the situation however they wanted to get out of the predicament that they had placed themselves in.

     When he arrived at the Chief's building, he got even more infuriated when he saw that the doors were open, waiting for him.

     And inside, the Chief was serenely sipping a mug of beer before he looked up with interest and smiled broadly on seeing Daneel enter.

     Before Daneel could say anything, he raised one hand and said, "I never said that I would be your version of yourself. I simply did what I would have done if I were in your shoes. Oh, don't blame me, you already know what I want, and this is just a way to make sure that both the Head and I can see what you are truly capable of. One man against the entire sect. It sounds pretty great, don't you think? Well, it will definitely be a sight to see."

     Daneel glowered on the spot as he heard these words, knowing that he had been thoroughly bamboozled. Assuming his identity, the Chief had placed him in this position where he now had a gigantic target painted on his back.

     However, he soon calmed himself down and recalled the plan he had made, and realized that this actually… Helped him. In fact, the plan might even have gotten better.

     Still, that didn't erase the irritation that he felt on being blindsided like this. So, gritting his teeth and vowing that the 'sight to see' would be so shocking that the Chief would have no option but to regret doing this, Daneel left the room.

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     632 Announcemen

      Right after walking out, Daneel was subjected to even more glares and people who looked as if they wanted to pounce at him, but couldn't do so until the time was right.

     Now that he knew the truth, he wondered how he hadn't seen this before, but he realized that he had gotten a habit of completely ignoring people like these right after he sensed even the tiniest bit of negativity from them.

     He had basically typecast them as those who hated him simply because of his background, so he had been unable to identify that something had been wrong.

     Of course, this hadn't caused any damage, but it was still pretty infuriating, and Daneel was simply looking for things where he could direct his indignation.

     Realizing what he was doing, he stopped right where he was, in the middle of the path, and took a deep breath in order to calm himself down.

     The vow he had taken back in the Chief's room resounded in his mind, making it clear that if he really kept it, then all his feelings would be given redress in the best manner possible.

     However, the annoyance that he had just controlled came back in full force when he saw that even a crowd of people who were passing along on the path on which he was in give him a wide berth, as if he was a disease-ridden person whom they didn't want to touch.

     Wait… Why was there even a group of people in the first place?

     Ever since coming to the Fortress, Daneel had only seen small groups of people moving around, and in fact, most of the sect members were usually stragglers who were doing their own thing. However, right now, over 100 people were all heading in the same direction.

     Curious, he let the group pass and then followed them, even though those at the back of the group kept shooting him looks which he couldn't decipher, as anger was the main emotion that was present in them.

     Well, considering what he had called them and knowing how the Chief must have accumulated a lot of incredible curse words over his long life in Angaria, Daneel didn't really blame them, and he just tried to ignore it all while he kept following.

     Finally, the group approached a place where a large, raised open arena was present, in the middle of which three men were standing.

     These three were some of the most peculiar the Daneel had seen since coming here. First of all, they were dressed more luxuriously than any other sect member. Well, this wasn't actually saying much as most of the other sect members were wearing all sorts of clothes made from animal hides, just like the first three sect members that he and Elanev had seen when they had arrived at the sect.

     Other than that, their body types were also different. Unlike the other three archetypes that were present in the sect, these three looked like they had achieved a perfect balance between speed and power. They were lean, but not so lean as Snake, whose extreme focus on speed made it so that being lighter would help him achieve what he wanted. They also don't have bulging muscles, but what he could see of them made it clear that they were capable of bursting out with incredible power if they wished.

     At this place, more than 200 people had already gathered, and with the addition of the hundred that Daneel had followed, 300 Fighters stood around the arena while whispering among themselves.

     Daneel overheard a few whispers, and he understood who these three were.

     Apparently, they were the most talented Warriors in the sect, and they were also the favorites to place in the top during the Legacy Battle.

     Also, they were the leaders of the unnamed faction which consisted of all the top talent in the sect that Daneel had heard about when he had asked the system to gather all the information that it could, before.

     And all around him… were all of the people who would soon be competing in the Legacy Battle, regardless of whether they were part of a faction or not.

     After all, not everyone wished to band together with those who were alike so that they could fight for more benefits. There were also many people who preferred to fly solo, and just get as strong as they possibly could without caring for all the rivalries in the sect.

     Daneel was actually pretty surprised that he had obtained such an important opportunity to study each and every opponent that he would soon be facing up against during the upcoming battle. So, he told the system to assemble as much information as it could regarding each and every member present here, so that he could know exactly whom we should be wary of, and whom he could disregard.

     The reason they had all gathered here was that these three had announced that they would be giving out important information regarding the Legacy Battle which all those who wished to participate had to know. Apparently, it was a custom that the three most hopeful candidates of any generation would be the ones to give these details, in order to both motivate those who didn't get this chance, and to make it clear just what level one should aspire to reach if they wished to be at the top.

     Of the three, two of them had smug smiles on their faces, while the last one simply folded his hands and looked around as if he didn't wish to be here.

     What was weird was that all three of them had similar characteristics – they were fair, with high cheekbones and sharp features. Apart from subtle differences, their hair was also completely different – the first two had opted to grow it out and let it fall to their shoulders, which looked to be the reigning fashion in the Fortress. The third, though, seemed to have gone for practicality – his hair was mowed down, which reminded Daneel of the army cut back on Earth.

     The moment he appeared, though, all three of their eyes focused on him, and varying degrees of anger appeared on their faces, which they forcefully had to swallow down in order to not disturb the proceedings.

     Everyone knew that the Chief was watching, and the man had apparently forbidden all battles in these few crucial weeks leading up to the Legacy Battle.

     This was a typical rule, but to Daneel, it looked more like he wanted to make sure that he wouldn't be secretly stabbed during the night which would result in the Chief and the Head not been able to see what they wanted to.

     Finally, after a few moments, the two who had been smug before sneered and then returned back to their original expressions, while the third let his eyes linger on Daneel for a moment longer before disregarding him completely, as if he had put him out of his mind.

     With everyone gathered, the one in the middle spoke up.

     "We have called you all here to announce this year's Legacy Battle's unique rules. Each Battle has different rules from the last, which is something you must already have known if you were a member of the sect."

     This was obviously a childish jab at Daneel, who ignored it completely and just folded his hands with a very bored expression on his face.

     He had just decided something – the Chief had already set down his character, and he had no reason to change it, especially before the Legacy Battle.

     So, for once, he decided to experience just how it would be to act like those dumb protagonists and antagonists in stories who were cocky in all situations without a single care for any consequences.

     Taking it a step further, Daneel even yawned loudly, which attracted the attention of most of the Fighters in front of him.

     At first, he felt uncomfortable as hundreds of eyes looked at him as if they wanted to him apart, but he then began to enjoy it, which made him look at the arena and say, "Can you three buffoons get this over with quickly? I have a warm bed waiting for me back in my cottage, you know. I have to get my beauty sleep if I wanna look good when I crush all of you in the Legacy Battle."

     Fury erupted in most of the Fighters, and some even almost let themselves go and bounced forward, which Daneel would have welcomed with open arms. It would be an excellent way to take out the vexation he was feeling on the Chief.

     However, they all turned around when the man on the stage spoke again.

     "My fellow sect members, ignore him. He will get his due during the Battle. No reason to break the rules and be punished before that. But let's get this over with quickly, so that we can get back to our training. For various reasons, the sect has decided to allow participants to have a method to save themselves if they find that they are in a situation from which they cannot escape. At the start of the battle, teleportation trinkets will be given to all participants, and they can activate them whenever they wish to be teleported out of the battle area. Of course, they will be disqualified in the process. The main rule that there will be a complete blackout of information during the Battle still stands- and no trinkets which connect to the outside are allowed. As for what are allowed – any and all trinkets at or below the Warrior level can be taken into battle. And of course, the battle will be for 30 days, and the metrics for selection of those who will be personally trained by the Chief are a secret. I don't think I need to tell you that the whole objective is to survive till the end, and see yourself be accepted into the Chief's tutelage, which will allow you to spread your wings and fly to the sky. I wish good luck to you all. You may disperse."

     Daneel felt intrigued on listening to this, as he wondered why the battle wasn't lethal, just like how it had been explained to him by Tall.

     A very possible reason was that due to the incoming invasion by the Church, the Sect did not wish to lose too many sect members in an internal battle like this.

     Well, it didn't really matter to him.

     Shrugging, Daneel was about to spout another dialogue to piss them off further, but he stopped when he heard the system sound in his mind.

     [Subroutine 'Important Information Scanner' has found that there is a meeting between all faction leaders at midnight today in the village behind the fortress. The meeting has been called for by the three individuals who are on the stage, and it will be attended by small and large fraction leaders alike.]

     Daneel's eyes glinted as he heard this.

     Oh, this was a meeting that he really wouldn't want to mess.

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