C236: Whispered Shadows of the Hooded CouncilElias could feel his body reacting to him like it had always been waiting for this moment, as if his muscles had finally been given the right instructions after years of being forced to work with blunt tools. Every fiber of his muscles seemed to hum with Unity mana, each strand of tissue acting like a thread woven into a perfect pattern of motion. It wasn’t just strength anymore; it was control. His coordination felt like it had been upgraded to a level beyond human, as if his body had learned to predict its own movements before he even decided to move.The sensation was intoxicating in the quiet, almost eerie way of it.[Integration complete. All Physical Arts knowledge from the 13,532 scrolls has been fully assimilated. Mana gathering efficiency has improved by 83%, enabling higher output with lower exertion.]Elias blinked slowly, letting the information sink in. He could feel it now, the diffe

C238: Sigil Duel, Dragonborn’s RoarWith Nexus-1’s mastery over Physical Art spells, Elias had the advantage of shaping new skills tailored precisely to Zion’s unique strengths, as if he were a craftsman carving a weapon out of pure mana instead of metal, and the process looked like magic but was really just cold, efficient theory turned into movement. The knowledge poured into Zion’s mind like a flood of sharp, clean data, and he absorbed it with the hungry intensity of someone who had already decided he would not be defeated, because the world had already taught him what it meant to lose. The magic theory was not abstract, it was practical, and it gave Zion the ability to convert his innate motions into something that carried mana like a second skin, turning every muscle contraction into a controlled release of power. He learned how to pull from his Unity cores, drawing deep reserves of mana and channeling them into specific muscle groups, and he learned how to calibrate

C240 — The Gauntlet of UnityFive slammed into the arena wall with a thunderous impact, sending a cloud of dust and debris exploding outward in a wide, blinding curtain that swallowed the lower ring like a sudden storm. The audience rose as one, a sea of bodies and anxious energy, waiting with bated breath until the swirling grit settled and the scene cleared. For a few seconds, the arena felt like the world itself had paused, as if even the air refused to move while the dust drifted back into silence.When the dust finally cleared, the crowd saw him again, but this time the sight was not one of dominance or invincibility. Five did not stand like a king, brushing off the attack as if it were nothing. Instead, he lay sprawled on the ground, clutching his stomach, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he groaned in pain, his body trembling under the weight of the blow. The brutality of Zion’s strike had finally reached him, and the pain was no longer a mere inconvenie

C242: Reborn Department StoreNew Title: The Overnight Monolith of CommerceEarly in the morning, the citizens of Angora City woke to a sight that made their brains try to short circuit, because right in the middle of the street, where there had been nothing but dust, road stones, and the usual misery of everyday life, a massive stone building had suddenly appeared, like a stubborn piece of architecture that had grown overnight out of the ground, as if the city itself had decided to sprout a new landmark just to spite everyone’s sense of normalcy. No one remembered this structure being there before, because if it had been, the residents would have surely filed the memory away as a major city feature, talked about it, photographed it, and used it as a reference point for directions, yet the place was completely new, unfamiliar, and unsettlingly precise in its design.“Reborn company? You mean the people who conquered the tomb?” one citizen asked, his voice

C244 — Proof of the ReasonMichael’s expression shifted into something that looked very close to genuine shock, which was rare enough to qualify as a public spectacle. He had always assumed he was the only person in the entire Falcon region attempting to build a Golden Road, because the original had been abandoned and forgotten for so long that even the dust seemed embarrassed to remember it.So when Trakius said, with calm certainty, that other people were building Golden Roads too, Michael’s mind briefly stalled, as if the gears inside him had been greased with denial.“They are building their own Golden Roads?” he asked, disbelief sharp enough to slice through the air, because the idea that anyone else could be thinking along the same lines as him felt like a cosmic insult.Trakius moved his Bishop piece to the corner with the slow, deliberate precision of someone who had already mastered patience and was now practicing boredom.“Yes,”