Time seemed to stand still. As eyes fluttered open, the faces of the onlookers were ghostly white, their expressions etched with dread. The first sight that greeted them was the chilling crimson splatter, stark against the ground, and the horrifying spectacle of a severed arm. Some mournfully shook their heads, the weight of the scene pressing down on them. This, they believed, was the price for underestimating the powerful Mysticwielders. Rita rushed forward, a desperate cry escaping her lips. "Sir, are you...are you..." Her words caught in her throat as she looked at him. There stood Fred, untouched and unblemished, his arms casually resting behind him. His clothes? Not even a crease. "How..." Rita's mind raced, struggling to comprehend. If it was not Fred's arm sprawled on the earth, then whose? A haunting scream resonated throughout the village, casting puzzled looks in its wake. There, to everyone's astonishment, was Cyrsan Dion, who had just vowed to cut off Fred's arm. N

His master was dead? At the hands of Rita's master? That was impossible! In a heartbeat, Sagan Dion was on his feet, face painted with disbelief. He jabbed a finger toward Rita, his voice rising. "Lies! My master was among the mightiest of our Mysticwielders from South Carlos. His prowess is unmatched, with few in all of Somer who could stand against him." He was speaking the truth. Indeed, his master, junior to the renowned Mystic Kingpin of South Carlos, was of unparalleled strength in their world. There was the infamous Warlord Academy skirmish. Names like Halbert Guerrero, Aeon Garrik, and Carver Troy—notable heads of various martial factions—were rendered powerless before his master. Even formidable figures like Gustav Hansen and Stellar Walker would have faltered in his presence. Being aware of his might, Rita felt a pang of emotion. For all his power, on his maiden journey to the Central Plains, he encountered Fred, the unparalleled master of their era. Talk

Gemstra died?Gemstra, the Mystic Kingpin’s junior, died?The Kingpin’s voice was soft but the words felt shockingly loud. The expressions of everyone present changed.The man who asked the question before was especially shocked. He said in disbelief, "How is that possible? The Goldensilk Cocoon in Master Gemstra's body is second only to you, Mystic Kingpin. Master Gemstra’s strength is a rarity in this world! Who could kill him?”The Mysticwielders were named as such because all their strength came from the Goldensilk Cocoon in their bodies! The better the quality of the Goldensilk Cocoon, the more powerful a Mysticwielder would be.Over the years, the subordinates of Mystic Kingpin had been searching for people who could host the Goldensilk Cocoon, in order to breed more powerful Goldensilk Cocoons.With this, Mystic Kingpin could focus on refining the truly mature prototype cocoons. At the same time, his men could place the Goldensilk Cocoons in their bodies to enhance their

"Mr. Hoffman, are…are you really going to find the Mystic Kingpin?"The next day at the entrance of Oakfield Village.The old man looked at Fred and Rita who were ready to depart, as well as Sagan Dion with his eyes downcast. He felt worried.Yesterday, he had seen that Fred was far more powerful than he seemed on the surface.However, the old man and the villagers behind him were ordinary people, after all.For ordinary people, there was essentially no difference between the power of low-level Mysticwielders like Sagan Dion and Crysan Dion or Fred. All of them were powerful enough to make normal people like them extremely fearful.The Mystic Kingpin, however, was different!He was a truly legendary figure in South Carlos!Now, Fred wanted to pick a fight with the Mystic Kingpin. To the old man and the others, that seemed nothing less than a suicide mission.Most importantly, from the old man's perspective, Fred just had a run-in with the Mysticwielders and killed Crysan Dion

There was only one Alpha Goldensilk—the Goldensilk Moth!If Sagan Dion mentioned that it was refined, would that mean..."The Complete Goldensilk Moth!!!" Rita exclaimed.The Mystic Kingpin laughed menacingly. "Haha, that’s right, you little b*tch! You’re indeed the best enhancer for its progression!"That's right! It's the Complete Goldensilk Moth! Although it's only a prototype… Who in the world could rival its power? If I can get your blood to enhance its progression, then..."With that, Mystic Kingpin cast his gaze on Fred, and droned with great arrogance, "Even you, The Great One, will be no match for me!"Rita panicked from Mystic Kingpin's haughty demeanor.Before they arrived at South Carlos, even when she left Oakfield Village, she was fully confident in Fred.That was before she learned that Mystic Kingpin had successfully refined the complete form of Goldensilk Moth!After all, the Goldensilk Moth was a powerful and terrifying legend of South Carlos!According to l