Chapter 71: Whispers from the South Gate "Huuuuh…" Ryan let out a long, shaky exhale as he emerged from the blazing white light of the teleportation circle. The magical pulse of Dioki energy clung to his skin, shimmering faintly before fading into the warm city air. His boots clicked against the marbled floor of the new teleportation hub as he glanced around, eyes scanning the architecture of this unfamiliar city. At first glance, it didn't feel all that unfamiliar. ‘Same broad streets, same sandstone buildings with those glassy blue roofs… even the same smell of baked bread and overworked horses. Yeah, still the Azilia Kingdom all right,’ Ryan mused, arms folding across his chest. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the bustle of merchants and soldiers. ‘Guess every city under the Kingdom’s flag has the same blueprint. Efficient but boring.’ Beside him, Noelle moved with sharp, practiced precision. She strode toward the stationed guards and presented the sleek black-and-sil

Chapter 73 – Whispers Beneath Crushed Fields“Village Chief!”The door to the largest house in the village burst open with a loud bang, the wooden frame rattling as a man stomped in, panting and wild-eyed. His name was Johan, a familiar face, once bedridden, now seemingly reborn.The old man sitting at the center of the room, wrapped in furs and hunched over a cane, raised his head sharply. His bald head gleamed in the light leaking through the cracked ceiling. “Johan… Is that really you? How are you even standing?”“I owe my life to the summoners from Frexia Academy!” Johan shouted with urgency. “They’ve come to our village and are using their powers to heal! We need to gather all the injured immediately so they can be treated! Chief, please, let them use this house—this very one—as a base to help the wounded!”“F-Frexia Academy?” The village chief's grip on his cane loosened. A tremble shot through his body as he slowly turned toward the door, peeking at the shadowy figures just out

Chapter 75 — Blooming from Ash and Blood---Just moments ago…Sphinx lumbered forward, his massive paws crunching the loose, broken stalks of wheat beneath him. A thick coil of rope ran across his back, weighed down with bundles of crushed, brittle wheat stalks tied in uneven stacks.He huffed through his nostrils, the golden chains on his neck jingling faintly with each step. “Hey, Ryan,” he grumbled, glancing over his furry shoulder. “What the hell are we doing dragging around a mountain of dead wheat like farmer apprentices?”Ryan, who walked ahead with his black coat fluttering behind him, smirked without turning back. “We’re not here for bread-making, furball. This wheat’s going straight into that pit ahead — for fire.”“Fire?” Sphinx tilted his head. “You’re gonna cook something with it?”“Nope.” Ryan’s grin grew a little darker. “We’re gonna burn it all. Got permission from the villagers, too. The crops are already ruined — crushed, contaminated, and cursed to hell. No one can

Chapter 83 – The Queen Who Crushed the Arena"Kh—! Aaahhhh!"Tina Perez’s voice ripped through the air as she staggered upright. Her ears screamed with high-pitched ringing, and a sharp pain pounded behind her eyes as if her skull had been cracked open. Every breath burned, and every heartbeat felt like an explosion inside her head."Tina!"The gnome familiar cried out in panic, his stubby arms waving helplessly as he sensed her faltering strength. Even the dwarf—who had been locked in a bitter clash just moments ago—turned his attention toward her, brows furrowed with worry."Tch! You're distracted, bastard!"Sasha, with a wicked grin curling across her face, didn’t waste the opening. Her clawed nails slashed across the dwarf’s thick arm, slicing through muscle like hot iron through butter."Urk?!" The dwarf’s eyes widened, not because of the pain—he was a warrior hardened through countless battles—but because of the sensation spreading through his flesh. His veins flared black benea

Chapter 77: When Blood Paints the Sacred Earth---Zap!The scream of raw energy splitting the air was the only warning before the mutant’s massive curved blade cleaved through space—and bit into Sphinx’s celestial flesh.For the first time since he’d been summoned, Sphinx bled.His pitch-black fur parted under the mutant’s attack. It wasn’t a deep cut—Dioki-imbued skin still resisted the strike—but it had breached his "Celestial Hide," that mysterious layer of living armor born of his high bloodline. Blood dripped from his side, dark and smoking as it sizzled against the terrain. Still, he didn’t waver. With a snarl that made the surrounding proto-beasts whimper and scatter, Sphinx countered. His paw struck out, not in a simple swipe, but as a compressed blast of Dioki detonated in the space beneath him.BOOM!The air itself folded from the force, launching Sphinx backward like a comet. He flipped midair, claw