All Chapters of Legacy System: Rise Of The Richest Man: Chapter 121
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The air in Aerth’s southern valley was heavy and cold that night. A moon the color of dying embers hung low in the sky, its dim light struggling to pierce through the rolling clouds that spread across the ruined plains. William stood silently beside Mira and the rest of the group—Tarek, the bearded warrior who spoke little, and Luna, the short-haired girl who had been a healer in the last war. Behind them, the remnants of their convoy sat still—three carriages, one shattered, two barely holding together.The journey from Fort Erent had not been kind.Bandits had attacked them two nights ago, but they weren’t human anymore. Their eyes had glowed red, and their bodies were covered in demonic sigils. William could still remember their screams as he burned them down with the energy that flickered faintly from his palm like wild lightning.Now, before them, stood their destination—Whisper City.It was once the largest human settlement in the southern r
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The dawn after Whisper City’s fall was ghostly quiet. The light that bled across the sky was pale and fragile, casting long shadows over the ruins that used to be filled with life.William stood on the highest broken tower left standing. From there, he could see the desolation he had created — streets torn apart, buildings reduced to ash, and the faint traces of the ancient fog retreating toward the mountains.He had won the battle.But deep down, he knew the war had only just begun.Behind him, Mira leaned against a cracked wall, still wiping blood off her blade. Her usually calm eyes were troubled.“You felt it too, didn’t you?” she asked quietly.William didn’t look back. “Yeah. The energy didn’t fade completely. Something’s still down there.”Tarek, sitting on the rubble with his axe resting on his shoulder, snorted. “If you say ‘down there,’ it means we’re going underground again, doesn’t it?”Luna, who was healing h
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The world was quiet.A deep, ringing silence filled the hollow beneath the ruins of Whisper City — broken only by the faint crackling of blue sparks scattered across the debris. The air was thick with smoke and the lingering stench of sulfur.Somewhere beneath it all, buried in the ashes of his own destruction, William opened his eyes.A faint light pulsed behind his pupils — the last trace of his energy stabilizing his body. Every bone ached. His muscles screamed. Yet his heart was still beating.Slowly, painfully, he pushed the broken stones off his chest and rose to his knees. The once-vast cavern was gone. What remained was a wasteland of molten rock and shattered runes.He breathed heavily, the air hot and poisonous. “Still alive…” he muttered, his voice hoarse but steady.He had done it — at least, partially. The Demon Lord’s body had been annihilated. But the energy… wasn’t gone. It was scattered, seeping into the very soi
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The sun dipped behind the ruined skyline of Aerth, casting a crimson glow across the battlefield. The distant sound of horns echoed like a call to arms, while smoke rolled from the direction of the northern outpost — the same place William and his group had set up camp two nights ago. The moment the first explosion erupted, William’s senses sharpened. His system’s interface flashed briefly in his mind, but he ignored it, already sprinting through the streets. Behind him, the clatter of armored boots followed — Kale, the warrior with crimson tattoos glowing faintly under the twilight, and Serah, the white-haired mage whose staff was already pulsating with light. “William!” Serah shouted, catching up. “The outpost is burning! The scouts say the demons came from underground — they tunneled through!” William didn’t answer. His eyes narrowed as they reached the northern ridge. From afar, the camp had turned into a warzone — flames, screams, and broken bodies scattered everywhere. The
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The battlefield stretched endlessly beneath a sky choked with black smoke and blood-red clouds. Aerth’s mountains had become jagged silhouettes against the horizon, their peaks fractured from the constant assaults of demons and the devastation of relentless combat. Flames licked the edges of ruined cities far below, while from above, shadowy wings cut through the dense air, screaming with fury.William’s eyes glowed like molten gold. His armor of flames flickered violently, casting dancing shadows across the battlefield. Every step he took left scorched footprints, and every swing of his sword released arcs of incandescent fire that turned demons into ash midair.Mordrath stood opposite him, impossibly tall and imposing, his bone-black spear catching the dim light with lethal precision. His crimson eyes were unwavering, filled with ancient hatred and cold intelligence. “You cannot hope to stop me,” he said, his voice echoing like thunder across the valley. “I am th
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The morning sun filtered through the hotel curtains, laying a warm glow across the room. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, William lay still. No roars, no smoke, no blood. Only silence.He turned his head slowly, staring at the white ceiling. The memories of Aerth still flashed behind his eyes—the screams, the fire, the endless fog. The faces of Kale, Serah, and the others who had fought beside him still lingered in his thoughts. He took a deep breath and sat up, running a hand through his hair.“Another world saved,” he muttered softly, his voice steady but tired. “Another set of people gone.”The sound of city life outside reminded him he was back in his own world—horns honking, people laughing, the faint music from a nearby café. Normalcy. Something he hadn’t felt in weeks.He stood and walked to the window, pulling the curtain aside. The streets below were bustling with life. People walked freely, unaware of the battles he had fought to keep such peace possible.Wi
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The night sky above Aerth’s battered city was red, painted by the glow of countless fires that devoured homes and towers alike. Smoke coiled upward, thick and poisonous, while the streets below echoed with cries of fear and the roars of beasts that did not belong in this world.William stood on the roof of a half-destroyed clocktower, his coat torn and blood-soaked, eyes narrowed as he surveyed the chaos below. The city of Nareth—the stronghold he and his new allies had struggled to protect—was now a playground for demons.His jaw tightened. “They came faster than expected,” he muttered.Beside him, Juno reloaded her rifle with trembling hands. “They’ve breached the north gate already. The barricades won’t hold.”“Then we fight here,” William said simply, drawing his sword. The blade hummed faintly, coated in silver runes that burned whenever a demon approached.A sudden screech cut through the wind. From the clouds above, a massive winge
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The impact of their clash tore through the heavens.A shockwave blasted outward, flattening entire streets and sending flaming debris raining across the ruined city. For a moment, even sound seemed to vanish—then came the roar.A thunderous, world-splitting roar.William was hurled backward, his body slamming through the side of a fallen tower. He rolled across the broken ground, coughing out blood. His hands trembled as he steadied his sword, eyes locked on the massive silhouette that now stood before him.The Lord of the Rift had fully emerged.The creature’s body was made of pure shadow and fire, yet its outline held shape—a humanoid form easily over a hundred meters tall. Black chains hung from its limbs, burning and clattering with every movement. The ground beneath it melted into a red, glowing pit, like the earth itself was terrified to hold its weight.“...So, you’re the one pulling their strings,” William muttered, dragging h
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A strange silence swept across the ruins of Nareth. It was the kind of silence that came before a storm, the kind that made even the air hold its breath. William stood amid the devastation, gripping his blade tightly. The glowing ash that once drifted gently through the air had stopped moving altogether. Even the faint embers on the ruined walls flickered out one by one, leaving behind a thick, heavy stillness. Then, it began again. A deep hum reverberated through the ground, slow at first—then faster. The rift above pulsed once, twice, then exploded open like a torn wound in the sky. From within the dark swirl of crimson and black, hundreds of glowing eyes appeared. They blinked in eerie synchronization, staring down at William and his allies. Lucian stepped back instinctively. “No… no, this isn’t possible. We killed the Lord!” “We did,” William said, his voice low. “But this—this is
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The sun bled across the sky like a wounded beast, painting Aerth in shades of red and gold. The land was quiet—too quiet. The usual hum of distant creatures and echoing winds was gone, replaced by a stillness that made even the bravest hesitate.William stood at the edge of a crimson valley, his cloak fluttering in the breeze. Behind him stood his allies—Alyndra, Lio, and Gareth—each weary from the endless battles that had followed since the fall of the Stonefang Tribe.Before them loomed a monstrous structure—the Crimson Fortress, said to be built from the bones of fallen gods and painted with the blood of their worshippers. Dark energy seeped from its towers like mist, twisting the sky above into a storm of black and scarlet.Alyndra’s voice broke the silence. “That’s where the demon lord hides.”Her tone carried both fear and determination.William nodded slowly, his gaze locked on the massive iron gates ahead. “Then that’s where we en