“Elira? Mirelle?”Kaelen Viremont recognized them immediately. They were the lapdogs of Aurelia Duskryn —the second young miss of the House Hanwynn.“So, you really were hiding in your own room!”The taller one, Elira, sneered. Draped in a black robe, he was broad-shouldered and well over two meters tall—easily a head taller than Kaelen.Beside him, Mirelle stood like a wall of muscle. His eyes were cold as steel.“You’ve got a death wish, don’t you? Today was your turn to feed Second Miss’s horse, and you didn’t show up. Now the beast is starving, and she wants your arm as payment.”“What?!”Kaelen’s eyes turned razor-sharp.“All that... over a horse?”In that moment, the truth struck him—just how little the young nobles of the Kaelen thought of him.To them, he was no more than an insect.Crushed on a whim. Elira let out a cruel laugh.“Who do you think you are? You’re an orphan. A lowly servant of the House Hanwynn. And you dare question Second Miss’s orders?”“Come. She wants t

Aurelia Duskryn’s eyes shimmered with an otherworldly light. Her fair, porcelain face seemed almost translucent—so pure, so innocent.But at that moment, a chilling glint danced in her gaze. The Second Young Miss radiated a cold malice that could freeze blood. Everyone around her felt it—dread in its purest form.She looked down at Elira, who knelt trembling before her, pleading for his life. Her red lips parted slightly as she spoke:“Drokhan Stonefist, tear this worthless trash apart and feed him to my Unicorn Demon Horse.”“Yes.”The reply came from the armored man beside her. Cold, mechanical—devoid of emotion.“No, please! Second Young Miss, I beg you—ahhh!!”Elira’s screams were cut short. Drokhan twisted his neck with a sickening snap, lifting the limp body as if it weighed nothing at all.He was a mountain of steel, head to toe clad in black armor, a killing machine without mercy or expression.Aurelia sneered, her voice laced with mockery.“Kaelen... oh, Kaelen. Who would've

Just moments ago, everyone was quietly mourning Kaelen Viremont.Now?He had sent two mercenaries flying through the air with a single burst of power.The two men lay crumpled on the ground, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, eyes wide with terror. They stared at the young man in white as if they'd seen a ghost."If you dare provoke me again... I won’t show mercy."With a cold snort, Kaelen turned his back on them and stepped into the Ebonflare tower—calm, unshaken.From the ground, one of the mercenaries choked out in disbelief, “He’s only at the first level of the True Martial Realm… How can his true energy be this strong?! We didn’t even get close…”Shock flickered in both their eyes.Inside the Ebonflare tower, Kaelen accepted three missions, each tasking him with retrieving a rare spiritual herb. Together, they promised a reward of one hundred thousand coins—an immense sum for someone at his stage.He didn’t linger.Without hesitation, he departed Ravenhollow Town

The power of the Bronze Battle Body was overwhelming— Kaelen Viremont entire physique had become as impenetrable as divine bronze.Martial artists at the True Martial Realm could no longer harm him."How do we even fight something like that?!"Panic swept through the ranks of the Frostfang Mercenaries Group.In a frenzy, they turned to flee.But Kaelen cold voice echoed through the mist:“You think you can run now? After I came straight to your doorstep?”His eyes gleamed with killing intent. “Bright Moon Sword Technique!”“Grandmastery Essence!”“Endless Sword Rain!”Clang! Clang! Clang!With each swing, his sword unleashed a haunting cry. A cold, illusory moon rose behind him, glowing with ethereal brilliance.Then—a storm of sword energy erupted.Countless blades of light rained down, sealing every path of escape. It was as if the heavens themselves had trapped the mercenaries inside a cage of blades.> "Pfft!""Pfft!""Pfft!"One after another, the once-arrogant warriors screame

“Quick! That little thief is over there!”The shout tore through the stillness of the forest like a blade, its urgency echoing off the towering trees of the Ravenhollow Mountain Range.“Again…” Kaelen muttered, his brows tightening in frustration.His white robes fluttered in the wind as he paused on a narrow forest path, his gaze sharp and brooding. Though the golden true vital energy within him surged with divine might—thanks to the legendary Divine Art of Creation—his body could still feel the strain of constant pursuit. He had been hunted for days, if not weeks, with barely any rest. Even someone of his strength and willpower was beginning to feel the wear of exhaustion. Not fear—never fear—but a gnawing irritation that scratched at the edges of his patience."Swish!"Like a wisp of smoke, Kaelen Viremont vanished into the dense undergrowth, dashing deeper into the heart of the mountains. He moved like a phantom, feet barely touching the ground, eyes scanning his surroundings with