Novels by zhen wang (Arcadiawang)

Boom! Boom!Two fire bats erupted from the ground in waves of Undying Flame, each pulse scorching the surrounding soil. A sorcerer apprentice emitted a soft grunt before vanishing from the Secret Realm through a twist in space.“Only 120 Badge Imprints… and I received just sixty,” Grimm muttered, frowning beneath his blood-eyed pale mask.Without Kretia’s guidance, Grimm could no longer sweep through targets with the same precision and speed. Repeatedly striking low-ranking sorcerer apprentices—those barely over a hundred Badge Imprints—significantly slowed his “purge.” Nine days had passed in the Saint Tower Peak Reward, and Grimm still roamed District Eleven’s stone pillar forest.Meanwhile, the apprentices of District Eleven felt as if trapped in an unending nightmare. In the undercurrents of secret exchanges, every remaining elite sorcerer in the district knew that a superhuman from outside had a

A full day had passed.Grimm stood calmly on the scorched ground, his blood-eyed pale mask concealing eyes that betrayed no trace of fear. Despite being trapped within a vast, intricate magical restriction, he remained utterly composed.Before Kretia, the Enchantress of Despair, a golden light rose from the space between her chest, forming a protective pink barrier, while a swarm of over a hundred fiery-red flying scorpions darted about, buzzing with latent menace.Feeling the oppressive weight of the arcane restriction, Kretia’s expression paled, a mixture of terror and resolve crossing her features. “This district… the strength here is astonishing. And to think, a couple of the tricky ones earlier even escaped your grasp. This restriction… no ordinary apprentice could have erected it. No wonder the three sorcerers within each have nearly two thousand Badge Imprints!”Grimm, voice calm and steady, r

Grimm and Kretia glided over the barren expanse of blackened soil, descending onto the jagged apex of a solitary spire at the edge of District Eleven.“There’s a Badge Imprint fluctuation of around two thousand over there!” Kretia exclaimed, her voice betraying a hint of awe. Two thousand was no trivial number; with such a surge, even a thousand imprints could grant a sorcerer apprentice provisional Demon Hunter qualifications if they exited the Secret Realm immediately.Two thousand?Without hesitation, Grimm shot toward the source Kretia had indicated. Behind him, Kretia’s heart raced with excitement, trying to keep pace. For days, she had trailed Grimm, observing the unstoppable force he was—a sorcerer apprentice who obliterated every opponent in his path. The overwhelming aura of dominance he exuded had captivated her, elevating him in her mind to an almost legendary idol.What kind of enemy coul

“Apprentice of District Twelve, you should give up.”Viki’s head, seemingly forged from black granite crystals, shook slightly. Then came words that made Grimm’s eyes narrow beneath the Blood-Eyed Pale Mask. “Yesterday, a sorcerer from District Eleven arrived. Even if I had stood here and not retaliated, I would have had no way to stop him. That sorcerer’s strength was far less than yours, yet he was a rare trainee specializing in Light Element Sorcery, exceptionally agile in combat.”Grimm’s expression darkened. A day late, then?Had two legendary-level sorcerers appeared together, Grimm would have been compelled—if only to ensure absolute victory in the Saint Tower Peak Reward—to deploy the BlackstoneSpire Friendship Key once more. Yet facing only a lone apprentice, whose defenses were impenetrable and ambition minimal, using such a trump card would have been overkill.Contemplating this, Grimm whi

Familiar paths guided Kretia through District Fourteen’s spire forest, her senses alert as she indicated a direction where a sorcerer apprentice’s Badge Imprints hovered around four hundred. Grimm’s gaze followed, his presence ominous beneath the Blood-Eyed Pale Mask.Moments later, Kretia paused, a frown crossing her features. “That’s strange… The imprint fluctuations are right here, yet no one’s visible. Could it be a trainee skilled in concealment?”A cold laugh escaped Grimm beneath his mask. He lifted his massive battle axe, a flicker of movement, and dashed toward a clearing a hundred meters ahead. The axe descended with a thunderous impact.The earth trembled violently. Dust rose in thick clouds. Grimm retrieved his axe from the crater it had carved, eyes narrowing on the bloodstain that had mysteriously appeared several meters away. “As expected… this axe feels awkward in my hands,” he thought, a brief flicker of

Whistling through the blackened earth, two figures streaked toward yet another unfamiliar spire forest. They landed upon a stone platform at the forest’s periphery, the ground beneath them damp and lifeless.Kretia closed her eyes, tuning her senses to the ambient magic. Moments later, she opened them and turned to Grimm. “No trainees here possess over three hundred Badge Imprints. We’ll need to push deeper into the forest to find them.”Grimm’s eyes, sharp beneath the Blood-Eyed Pale Mask, flickered with agreement. “Understood.” With a nod, he led Kretia toward the forest’s heart. A massive battle axe now rested across his back—a top-tier Arcane Artifact suitable for a sorcerer apprentice. Though not perfectly wielded, Grimm made do, the instrument a silent testament to his adaptability.Scanning the sparse movement of sorcerers in the distance, Grimm’s brow furrowed. “We’ve flown this far and still no high-imprint trai