All Chapters of Legacy System: Rise Of The Richest Man: Chapter 141
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LS: 141
The sky was no longer blue.It was a wound — torn wide open, bleeding golden fire and black mist across Aerth. What had once been sunlight was now fragmented light, flickering in slow agony.William stood in the ruins of the Citadel, motionless. The once-great fortress had crumbled into dust, leaving nothing but shattered pillars and molten stone. The air was thick with the smell of burnt earth.His armor was cracked. Blood streaked his face. His sword — the Emberfang — was buried halfway into the ground beside him, glowing faintly as if breathing with him.He slowly exhaled. “Zara. Kael. Gale…”Silence answered.Only the distant sound of falling debris echoed through the ruins.He clenched his fists. They’re not dead. I can still feel traces of their mana.The Nexus was gone, but something had replaced it — a new heartbeat, buried deep beneath the ground, pulsing in rhythm with his own.He closed his e
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The white light faded slowly, breaking apart into molten fragments that drifted into the air like shattered stars. William’s knees hit the ground first. His body trembled, breath sharp and ragged. The world around him was gone — or maybe it was still there, just rewritten. The sky was an ocean of glowing veins and dark clouds, swirling like liquid fire. The ground had cracked apart, floating in pieces, drifting through a vast void that used to be the Silver Plains. Lightning split through the fog, not blue or white, but gold. The others were scattered nearby. Zara groaned and pushed herself up from a pile of glowing stones. Kael crawled out from behind what looked like a half-suspended boulder. Gale rolled his shoulders, letting out a low grunt. They were all alive — barely. “What... what happened?” Kael whispered, glancing around. “Where’s the ground? Where’s the—” “The world broke,” Zara said grimly, cutting him off. “Look at it. The entire plain’s floating.” William didn’t s
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The cracks in the sky widened. Golden light bled into darkness, twisting and bleeding like oil in water. The air grew heavy, vibrating with a deep, unnatural hum that made even the bravest shudder. Zara was the first to speak, her voice low and sharp. “…The sky’s breaking again.” No one answered. They could all see it — the world itself was groaning. William’s sword was still warm in his hand, the faint glow of divine fire pulsing through its cracks. He could barely breathe, but his eyes never left the horizon. The shapes within the rift grew clearer. Massive silhouettes, their wings blotting out what remained of the light. Each flap of those wings carried storms of black lightning that tore through the floating plains. Kael stumbled backward. “Those things… they’re not angels.” “They’re not demons either,” Gale muttered, gripping his hammer tightly. “What the hell are they?” William’s voice came, quiet but steady. “They’re from beyond the rift. The Fallen Ones.” Z
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The night air was cold and still. Waves rolled softly across the black sands, glowing faintly with the traces of divine fire that had fallen from the shattered skies above. The ocean stretched endlessly before them — calm, yet whispering with a strange hum that made the air feel alive. William stood quietly at the edge of the shore, his gaze fixed on the horizon where a distant column of darkness pulsed against the stars. It throbbed like a wound in the world — deep, ancient, and malevolent. Behind him, the faint sound of coughing drew his attention. Zara stirred first, clutching her ribs. “Ugh… where the hell are we?” Kael groaned beside her, brushing off sand. “Last thing I remember was falling through fire. Then… nothing.” Gale sat up slowly, his massive hand covering his face. “We should be dead.” William turned toward them, his expression calm but weary. “We almost were. The explosion sent us across dimensions again — but it looks like we’re still in Aerth.” Zara blinked,
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The dawn came quietly, blanketed by a crimson haze that painted the sea in ghostly red. Waves moved like molten glass, reflecting fragments of light that shimmered and disappeared almost instantly. The air was thick, heavy with tension, as if the ocean itself was holding its breath. William stood at the ship’s bow, his long coat swaying with the breeze. His eyes were fixed on the endless expanse of dark water stretching toward the horizon. Behind him, Zara was checking her gear while Kael and Gale worked the ropes that held the sails in place. The ship — a crude patchwork of old metal, divine fire, and scavenged wood — groaned under the touch of the wind. Yet it moved forward, cutting through the eerie stillness like a blade through silk. Zara sighed softly. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. Sailing straight into a sea that looks like death itself.” Kael smirked faintly, his voice low. “You’re just realizing that now?” Gale chuckled, his deep voice rumbling through the air. “Fe
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The sky bled red over the ruined plains of Aerth as William’s team trudged through the ash-covered ground. The aftermath of their latest battle painted a grim picture—smoldering corpses of lesser demons, torn tents, and cracked weapons scattered across the soil. The scent of burnt flesh lingered, and the heavy wind carried faint screams from faraway villages.William walked ahead, his expression calm but his eyes sharp. His clothes were torn, armor dented, and sword stained with dried blood. Beside him, Iris limped slightly, her bowstring snapped, while Kael carried an unconscious soldier over his shoulder.“Another camp gone,” Iris muttered, staring at the devastation. “That’s the fifth one this week.”“They’re spreading faster,” William said, voice low. “And stronger. Someone’s leading them.”Kael dropped the soldier onto a patch of grass and sighed. “You think it’s one of the Generals?”William nodded. “The patterns of the attacks—syst
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The smell of ash and blood filled the air. The entire ravine was in ruins—rocks shattered, the ground split wide open, and the once clear night sky now drowned in thick black fog.William’s vision blurred as he tried to move his fingers. Pain rushed through his entire body. His sword lay broken beside him, half-buried in rubble, its once radiant glow now dim and cold.He forced himself up slowly, every muscle screaming in protest. The world spun, and for a moment, he almost collapsed again.What… happened?He could barely remember the blast—only the light fading and the voice that whispered in the dark.“Iris… Kael…” His voice was hoarse, weak.No answer.William stumbled forward, calling louder this time, “Iris! Kael!”From behind a fallen boulder, a faint groan answered. He hurried over and pushed aside the debris, revealing Kael, his armor cracked and blood seeping through a wound on his chest.“Stil
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The world split in two. The explosion that followed their clash tore through the entire ravine, devouring trees, rocks, and everything in between. The night sky itself looked like it was cracking apart—one half drenched in golden radiance, the other drowned in endless darkness. William and the Shadow King collided again in midair. Their blows didn’t just shake the ground; they distorted space itself. Each strike sent waves of energy rolling out like storms, erasing whatever stood in their path. Kael, half-conscious on the ground, could only stare at the sky in disbelief. “W-What… are they…?” The world rumbled like a wounded beast. Every gust of wind was sharp enough to cut. William’s sword flashed in wide arcs, each swing filled with blinding force. His golden aura had reached its peak, burning hotter than ever before. Every step he took shattered the air beneath his feet. The Shadow King, however, moved like a shadow of death—smooth, formless, his every motion perfect. Darkness
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The first rays of dawn were wrong. They shimmered, rippled, and twisted like liquid gold, distorting the horizon. The once clear morning sky flickered between shades of light and shadow—like reality itself was struggling to hold its shape. William stood silently amidst the wreckage, his golden aura fading, the taste of blood still thick in his mouth. Every muscle in his body screamed, every breath came heavy, but his eyes—those calm, unwavering eyes—remained fixed on the sky. Kael was the first to speak, voice trembling. “W–William… what’s happening to the sky?” Iris clutched her bow tightly, her gaze darting upward as a strange hum filled the air. “It’s… bending…” The light fractured again. Thin lines of silver energy appeared above the battlefield, spreading outward like cracks on glass. Each one pulsed faintly, glowing brighter with every heartbeat. The wind began to swirl violently, pulling loose stones and ash into the air. William narrowed his eyes. He could feel it—someth
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The blinding light faded slowly, and William felt the world tilt beneath him. For a brief, disorienting moment, it was as though he was falling—drifting through layers of time and space that rippled like water. He opened his eyes. Gone were the shattered plains of Aerth and the smell of burnt stone. Instead, there was silence. Infinite silence. He stood in an endless expanse of white—no ground, no sky, no direction. Just light. William took a shaky breath. “So this… is the in-between.” The system’s voice chimed softly within his head. > [Dimensional Extraction Complete.] [Commencing Transference: Realm of Origin.] He frowned. “Realm of Origin?” Before he could think further, the space around him shattered like glass. The light folded inward, collapsing into a vortex that pulled him down. His vision blurred again, and the next instant—he was standing on solid ground. Wind brushed against his face. He blinked rapidly, adjusting to the new light. There were people—crowds of the