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				Chapter 206 – “The Shadow Orcs’ Maiden Hunt Beneath the Moonlight”
			
 Chapter 206 – “The Shadow Orcs’ Maiden Hunt Beneath the Moonlight” --- The night over Falcon Ridge was a silvery storm of silence. The faint chirp of crickets trembled beneath the howl of the wind, and the embers of a dying campfire flickered over the chocolate merchants’ wagons. It would’ve been a peaceful scene—if not for the group of thieves creeping like hyenas through the tall grass. They had thought themselves clever. Quick job, quick coin, no witnesses. Then they realized too late that something—or rather, someone—was already in the camp. Their heads snapped around in perfect unison, scimitars flashing as they drew them close like a wall of dull metal teeth. The firelight caught their nervous faces before one of them muttered, “Who the hell—” A boy stood there. Barefoot, calm, his eyes glinting gold beneath the moonlight. Elias. “Don’t make any funny moves, kid,” said the leader, his voice quivering with false confidence. “We don’t want to hurt you.” Another snickered
				C207: The Iron Oath Beneath a Silver Moon
			
C207: The Iron Oath Beneath a Silver Moon The forest had finally gone quiet, as if the night itself exhaled after holding its breath too long. Crickets resumed their patient hymn, and the thin wind carried the burnt scent of battle—smoke and steel and singed grass. Bubbles had done his work well; the thieves now lay unconscious, trussed up in their own ropes like livestock awaiting judgment. The violet slime wriggled smugly on Elias’s shoulder, his gelatinous body faintly pulsing with leftover mana. Elias dusted his hands and was about to comment on the cleanup when his senses flared—mana pressure, steady and deliberate, unlike the erratic ripple left by scoundrels. “Someone’s coming,” he murmured. His tone wasn’t alarmed—more curious, like a scientist noticing a new element appear mid-experiment. From the dark edges of the wilderness, footfalls echoed—measured, metallic, carrying weight and confidence. This was no thief slinking through grass. Whoever approached walked as if the 
				C208 – The Crimson Axe and the Sweetest Allegiance: Knightly Introduction
			
 C208 – The Crimson Axe and the Sweetest Allegiance: Knightly Introduction The moment Elias observed the Knight’s demeanor, he could see the transformation unfold like a silent storm of conscience. The massive warrior’s hands, once gripping his formidable battle-axe with the weight of authority and pride, slowly loosened. The iron weapon fell with a dull thunk upon the cobblestones, reverberating across the square like the tolling of a distant bell. The metallic echo spoke louder than any apology ever could, signaling humility born not of submission, but of genuine comprehension. Then, with a deliberate yet hesitant grace, the Knight bent his knees and lowered himself to the ground. His armored frame seemed almost heavy with penitence, and the sunlight glinting off his polished breastplate reflected the solemnity in his downcast eyes. There was regret there, raw and unpolished, mixed with a quiet plea for understanding. “I hope… that you may forgive the arrogance of my assumptions,
				Chapter 209: The First Whisper of Discovery
			
 Chapter 209: The First Whisper of Discovery Elias gazed intently at the chocolate merchants, their faces lined with experience and a lifetime spent in trade. Each nodded in solemn confirmation, their eyes flickering with a mixture of respect and barely contained excitement. “It is true, Elias. Our primary clientele consists overwhelmingly of the Squires and Knights of the Order. They were the spark that ignited chocolate’s rapid rise in Angora City. Within mere days of its first appearance, our supplies were entirely exhausted,” said the eldest merchant, a veteran with hands calloused from years of carting goods through rugged terrain and political turbulence alike. A broad-shouldered man in shining armor, Sir Jon, leaned forward, his voice carrying the gravity of a knight who had witnessed countless battles, victories, and moments of camaraderie among warriors. “You do not fully comprehend the fervor chocolate has caused in our circles. After your departure, it was treated as som
				C210 — Shadows of Adventurers in the Emerald Wilderness
			
C210 — Shadows of Adventurers in the Emerald Wilderness  The vast expanse of Neo Orcus was alive with clattering iron and the deep rumble of machinery. For the first time in many seasons, the Golden Road—an ambitious infrastructural artery designed to connect the heart of Falcon Ridge with the sprawling outskirts of the Falcon region—was no longer a mere blueprint etched into parchment. Its construction had officially begun, and it was already transforming the landscape into a blend of industry and ingenuity.  Lytaians, trained engineers and laborers loyal to the Lyta company, scuttled about the site with an uncanny precision. Crevices in the once-cracked road were now reinforced with steel bars, each rod inserted to ensure that the tremors of the next earthquake would merely rattle the surface without shattering the foundations beneath. If an outsider had ventured to Neo Orcus at this moment, they would have been confronted by the ceaseless ballet of heavy trucks pouring rolling ce
				Chapter 211: The Acid Veins Beneath
			
Chapter 211: The Acid Veins BeneathThe forest air carried a heavy silence — that kind which weighed down the lungs and made every whisper feel intrusive. Elias raised a gloved hand, signaling for Bubbles to inch closer to the fallen adventurer sprawled helplessly on the damp grass.Without a sound, a sliver of darkness detached itself from his own shadow and slithered forward like a liquid serpent. Bubbles—his loyal slime companion—moved unseen, gliding beneath the crowd’s feet, unnoticed by the untrained eye. Everyone’s attention was glued to the half-dead man wheezing on the field, his breath shallow, his body trembling with whatever nightmare had clawed him out of that cursed tomb.“Damn,” someone muttered, stepping back. “What the hell happened to him?”Another snorted, half-pity and half-resentment. “Another impatient idiot bit the dust. I told them not to rush in before the Knights arrived.”“Yeah? And by the time those shiny bastards show up, they’ll have claimed every scrap o
				Chapter 212: The Furnace That Sang to the Gods
			
Chapter 212: The Furnace That Sang to the GodsThe air in the Ashed Lands carried the heavy perfume of burnt iron and scorched sand when Elias returned to the Dwarven forge. Every clang of hammer against metal echoed like a heartbeat under the earth, a rhythm older than any kingdom that still dared to breathe.He stepped through the smog-stained archway and was immediately greeted by the familiar roar of the flames — the kind that could swallow a lesser man whole. But to the Ancient Dwarves, it was a hymn, a living god that demanded sweat and song as tribute.“Boss!” cried Thrain, his thick beard singed at the edges but his grin impossibly bright. “You’ve been gone too long! Barcus tied the knot, I actually managed a home run in that blasted game of hammer toss, and—get this—we cracked the code on the multi-elemental Mithril Artifact!”Elias raised a brow, already feeling the pulse of mana in the air react to Thrain’s words.
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				Chapter 213: The Birth of the Lyta Armory
			
Chapter 213: The Birth of the Lyta ArmoryWhispers moved through the Falcon region like wildfire beneath silk—quiet, quick, and unstoppable. The discovery of the ancient tomb had slipped past the tight lips of the Order, seeping into taverns, guild halls, and every drunken rumor pit from Falconridge to Angora City.No matter how carefully the higher-ups tried to smother it, gold always had a way of speaking louder than secrecy. And adventurers—hungry, broke, desperate bastards that they were—listened better to the sound of coins than commandments. The scent of profit drew them in like blood in shark water.But the tomb itself had turned into a nightmare.More bodies had melted in its acidic corridors than anyone dared to count. Each fresh scream echoing through the jungle was a grim warning, and soon, no one wanted to be the next fool to dissolve for glory.The campaigns stalled.Adventurers fled back toward Angora City
				Chapter 214: The Lyta Armory Ascends
			
Chapter 214: The Lyta Armory AscendsElias and Bubbles stayed perched among the canopy’s shadowed embrace, their eyes tracing every shift and murmur from the camps clustered below the tomb’s gaping mouth. The day had become a quiet theater of greed and discovery, where adventurers whispered secrets they thought were safe.Funny thing—none of them ever bothered to look up. If they did, they’d find orcs crouched like hulking gargoyles among the branches, their muscles taut under mottled skin, and shadows—alive and aware—curling around them like patient predators.“Hey,” one grizzled adventurer grunted, prodding his companion’s shoulder, “where’d you get that chestplate? Mine got wrecked after that arrow trap. Yours still looks fresh from the forge.”The man puffed up slightly, brushing invisible dust off his gleaming armor. A bold insignia—an engraved L shaped like a stylized flame—was carved into the right breastplate.“I’ll be honest,” he
				Chapter 215: The Tomb’s Final Call
			
Chapter 215: The Tomb’s Final Call “Master, you should’ve seen their damn faces!” Bubbles burst out laughing, half-rolling on the armory’s floor as he recounted the chaos that unfolded earlier. His sharp grin glimmered under the forge light as molten sparks danced across the workshop walls. “The HammerStone idiots were so shocked they nearly swallowed their tongues! Tell it to Master, Narito—Sasuki, you too!” From the edge of the chamber, two towering silhouettes stepped out from the shadowed corridor, their presence rippling through the air like a low growl. The former chieftains of the Orcanine and Orcupine tribes—now refined and deadly—emerged to answer the call of Elias, their creator and leader. The mischievous Bubbles had named them himself—Narito and Sasuki—inspired by some nostalgic memory of heroes from his previous life’s anime marathons. The irony was lost on no one, but the names stuck, and surprisingly, both chieftains wore them proudly. Before their evolution, they we