The battle was chaotic, with humans clashing against Zombies in a frenetic struggle. There was no clear victory in sight. The Zombies were numerous, but they weren't gaining the upper hand either. Well, it looks like they have the potential to overwhelm the Humans.Yet, an obstacle stood in their way: Klaus. He is radiating chilling ice energy, cleaving through the monsters as effortlessly as if he were harvesting wheat.Though the fight was demanding, Klaus wasn't at a disadvantage. The contrast between his ease and the struggles of the Saints and Sages was stark, and people all over the world watching the live broadcast were taking note.In this new era where everything was broadcast live, it was unsettling yet commonplace. Klaus, unaware of the global commentary, continued his relentless assault on the Zombies, his life depending on it—quite literally.'Ah, if only they allowed the use of tracking watches here,' Klaus thought with a sigh. 'I would have already entered the world war

Across the globe, people continue to watch in awe as Klaus dominates the Zombie King. His enjoyment was palpable, and it was clear to everyone witnessing his prowess."Is he even human? How is this possible?" In Arcadian City, the crowd watched in amazement as Klaus effortlessly overwhelmed the Zombie, which could barely defend against his relentless attacks."Of course, he's human—just a very, very handsome human," a young lady said, her gaze fixed on Klaus's projection on the screen. His white dreadlocks which were twisted by his mother continue to whip behind him."I can see why someone like Wood Princess Lucy would fall for him," another young lady added.While the ladies were smitten, the reaction from the guys was quite different. They saw Klaus as a living nightmare—someone who would make their girlfriends rethink their affections.Klaus embodied the perfect young warrior: handsome, strong, and charismatic. In front of the entire world, he showcased all these qualities with und

Somewhere far away, a beam of light descended from the heavens, brightening the forest for a moment. When the light faded, a boy of about seven years old could be seen sleeping on the ground.He looked innocent and peaceful in his slumber. Suddenly, three bald men appeared beside him. One of them held a Seraphi Rod, another wore large, woven beads around his neck, and the last carried only a cane.The monk with the beads examined the boy closely. "Where is he from?" he asked, looking puzzled."I don't know," replied the monk with the Seraphi Rod. "But we can't leave him here. We have to take him back to the monastery. The Grandmaster will know what to do."They carefully lifted the boy, making sure not to wake him. The one with the beads wrapped a warm cloak around the child for protection.As they began their journey back to the monastery, the forest seemed to hold its breath. The trees whispered softly, and the air was filled with an otherworldly calm.The monks moved swiftly but ge

Hammon City is one of the many cities in the Grand Xhanti Kingdom. It is a human-occupied kingdom, one of the few remaining human Kingdoms in the world of Valeria.Known for its peaceful atmosphere, Hammon City thrived on trade. Merchants, both rich and poor, came and went daily, keeping the city bustling with activity.Today was an important day for Fruity and his Uncle Monk. They were on their way to Hammon City for Fruity's awakening ceremony. It was a significant event, marking the moment when one would form a connection with their soul and consciousness.This bond granted powers beyond ordinary understanding, a process known as awakening one's Talent and Class.In Valeria, it was tradition for those who turned 16 to undergo the ceremony. Sixteen was the minimum age, but not everyone succeeded on their first try. Some returned at an older age, either for their second or even third attempt after previous failures. The third time was usually their last chance.Fruity, however, wasn'

Klaus watched as the light slowly dimmed from his vision. 'So this is how I die,' he thought, the only thing flashing through his mind as he faded into nothingness.The thought of his mother hit him hard. He could picture her devastation, the grief she would feel upon hearing about his death. It was too much for him to dwell on, but it was too late now. The arrow had pierced his chest, leaving behind a potent poison that was swiftly taking its toll.The weapon used against him was the Doomsday Night Bow, a weapon designed for extreme circumstances by Arcadian City. It was meant to be used only if the Zombies overran the human army. The bow was powered by hazardous minerals, which made it dangerous to use repeatedly.Prolonged use could harm the city itself. Yet, somehow, someone had chosen to use it on him.The arrowhead contained a deadly poison, that spreads instantly upon contact. Whoever the masked figure was, they hadn't just aimed at him for target practice—they intended to kill