Chapter 138: Starlight Sovereignty and the Festival of ResolveA gust surged, soft yet firm, wrapping around the legs and waist like the caress of a vigilant wind spirit. The 2-star Mystical Arts spell, known as [Swift Step], didn’t simply grant speed—it borrowed the breath of the world and wove it beneath the soles of the caster, allowing them to glide in controlled bursts of acceleration as if gravity itself had momentarily loosened its grip. Air pressure twisted in spirals, whispering arcane equations through the soles of the boots.In contrast, the Physical Arts variation—also titled [Swift Step], though it shared no true blood with its mystical twin—was an entirely different beast. This version embedded kinetic mana into the muscles, rewriting the caster’s molecular density and cellular structure. Mana-threaded bones flexed like tempered glass, while the sinews hummed with latent air-elemental mana, turning the user into a living conduit for wind. It was the b

Chapter 140: Whispers of Wind and the Drunkard’s DoomThe streets of Falcon Ridge were alive with revelry, their stones soaked in lanternlight and laughter. With the recent celebrations of the Lyta Nation's grand economic summit nearing a wild crescendo, the taverns and inns of the capital city spilled over with guests—diplomats, warriors, merchants, and adventurers alike—all drenched in drink and joy. In particular, the famed “Steelspout” tavern near the central plaza roared with voices raised in song, games, and drunken dares.And with dwarves among the crowd—those squat, broad-shouldered titans of tolerance whose livers seemed forged from mithril—alcohol flowed like enchanted rivers. Dwarves could outdrink ten men and still walk a straight line. Their ancestors had probably invented a dozen ways to distill ale from rocks.But not everyone had such fortitude.A particular figure stood out among the revelers—a scruffy, middle-aged canine hybrid,

Chapter 142: A Melody That Echoed Beyond LifetimesElias’s sharp eyes locked onto the imposing figure before him—an ogress whose knightly aura didn’t mask the flicker of something deeper: recognition, curiosity, perhaps even confusion.Does she fucking know me? Elias thought, tension coiling in his gut.Agnes snapped to attention, her gaze dropping respectfully. “Forgive me,” she rumbled, voice tinged with discipline. “I’m Agnes, an ogre. I serve House Montgomery.”That name triggered his memory—House Montgomery, a bastion of old‑money influence in the Falcon region. Seberus had said an alliance with them could rewrite power balances.Elias hadn’t expected to meet them. Not like this. In flesh and bone.---Elias Holloway extended his hand with artificial warmth. “Welcome to our lands. I’m Elias Holloway.”Their handshake was iron itself—her grip unyielding, rooted in battlefield discipline.He sca

Chapter 144: Echoes Between Lifetimes — A Celestial Reunion Beneath Steel SkiesElias stood frozen, his thoughts spiraling into a whirlpool of disbelief and wonder. His gaze, wide-eyed and unblinking, remained locked on the girl before him—no, the woman who had once dominated global stages as the unrivaled queen of K-pop in his past life. To see her again, reincarnated into the very same world as him, made every breath he took feel surreal, as if reality itself had been bent and rewoven by unseen hands.Yuna—now Montgomery—finished the final note of her impromptu performance, and with elegance born of years spent under the relentless eyes of the public, she bowed to the crowd. Though her heart pounded with uncertainty, her steps were poised and her retreat flawless, like the final flourish of a seasoned illusionist exiting the stage. Her every movement shimmered with practiced charisma.As she departed the stage, her eyes rose to meet Elias’s. With a soft