The three elite mages of the Royal Inner Court stood at the entrance of the mine, their pristine white robes fluttering in the wind. They looked at Kaelen, who was covered in dirt, wearing a ragged black tunic, and dragging a massive piece of unrefined iron.To them, he looked like a feral beast."You're the Null?" The leader, a Tier-3 Lightning Mage named Vane, scoffed in absolute disgust. "Lord Alistair gave this mine to a magicless peasant? House Vance has truly fallen."Kaelen didn't stop walking. The 2,500-pound Obsidian Slab scraped against the stone floor. SCREECH. It left a deep, pulverized trench in the solid rock with every step."The mine is mine," Kaelen said, his golden eyes locking onto the three mages. "Get off my property."The second mage, a massive man attuned to Earth Magic, burst out laughing. "A peasant giving orders to the Inner Court! Vane, let me crush this insect. It will only take a second.""Make it quick, Boros," Vane sighed, checking his pristine fingernai

The Ironblood Mercenary Guild was a massive, fortress-like building located in the chaotic Outer Ring of the Royal Capital. It was filled with scars, cheap ale, and dangerous men.Mages rarely came here. This was a place for warriors, berserkers, and rogues who lived and died by the sword.Kaelen walked through the massive iron double doors.The guild hall was deafeningly loud. Hundreds of heavily armed mercenaries were drinking, arguing over bounties, and arm-wrestling for gold.When Kaelen entered, a few heads turned. He was wearing a simple black tunic, but his terrifyingly muscular physique and the massive, canvas-wrapped pillar strapped to his back demanded attention.He ignored the stares and walked directly to the reception desk.Behind the enchanted glass counter stood a scarred, veteran receptionist named Elara. She looked up from her paperwork, her sharp eyes scanning Kaelen."Can I help you, giant?" Elara asked, her voice raspy."I want to register as a Mercenary," Kaelen s

The Obsidian Slab met the Glacial Behemoth mid-leap. There was no clean slice or elegant swordplay. There was only the deafening roar of absolute, unstoppable blunt force.Kaelen’s 2,500-pound iron slab slammed into the beast's massive skull. The impact triggered a kinetic shockwave that violently flattened the surrounding trees. The ground beneath Kaelen’s boots shattered into a deep crater.The Tier-4 magical summon didn't just die. It violently exploded. Millions of razor-sharp ice shards rained down on the valley like deadly shrapnel.The upper half of the massive ice bear was completely vaporized by the sheer kinetic energy. But the lower half, a solid block of highly condensed magical ice, remained intact. It crashed heavily onto the rocky dirt.[Ding! Tier-4 Frost Core shattered. Absorbing ambient mana.][Stamina recovered to 100%.]The arrogant Silvermoon mages behind the barricades froze in horror. Their mocking laughter died in their throats. A mere mortal had just one-shot

The massive, reptilian eye inside the cracked meteor didn't blink. It radiated an ancient, cold intelligence that made the air itself freeze.Then, the creature fully opened its pupil.The gravity in the crater didn't just multiply; it completely inverted and collapsed. The surrounding jagged rocks were instantly crushed into sub-atomic dust. The sheer pressure forced Kaelen to his knees, his newly forged Silver Titan joints screaming in protest.[WARNING! Divine-Tier Biological Entity: Star-Devouring Leviathan (Larva State).][Lethal reality-warping field detected. Estimated survival time: 4 seconds.]A normal human would have been erased from existence. A Tier-8 Grandmaster would have instantly teleported away in sheer terror. But Kaelen didn't retreat.His Stage 3 Silver Titan skin sparked violently against the crushing pressure. He gritted his teeth, his metallic muscles bulging to the point of tearing.

Blackfall Nexus was a lawless cesspool built deep inside a forgotten canyon. It was the continent's largest black market for illegal, unstable, and cursed magical artifacts.For decades, three underground bosses had controlled the flow of these dangerous goods. Tonight, their reign abruptly ended.Silas, the former Mercenary King, kicked open the heavy iron doors of the Gilded Toad Tavern. He walked in with his hands resting casually on his twin daggers. Two paces ahead of him walked Kaelen.The massive Tavern fell completely silent. Dozens of hardened smugglers and rogue mages stopped drinking. Their eyes immediately locked onto the towering man with silver skin and the massive, pulsing black sword on his back.Three men sat at a large, reinforced oak table in the center of the room. They were the Bosses of Blackfall."Silas," the fat boss in the middle, Garrick, sneered. He was covered in expensive, glowing defensive rings. "I heard you surrendered to a magicless Null. I thought it