The wooden cabin was filled with an intense, suffocating silence as Yasha took the glowing fruit into his hands. Several of the elder elves immediately began protesting the decision, their voices sharp with anger at the thought of granting a human a sacred fruit belonging to the gods.Elenor ignored them completely.Moving right past the murmuring crowd, she climbed onto the bed behind the boy. Both of them settled into a cross-legged meditation posture, clearing their minds. She extended her hands, pressing her palms firmly against his upper back, right between his shoulder blades, to help him guide the incoming mana from the fruit.The air pressure inside the cabin skyrocketed, becoming heavy and suffocating as Elenor forced her own dense mana into his body. She was acting as an anchor, desperately trying to keep him from falling into mana deviation—a catastrophic nightmare for any mage or knight, where the entire network of mana pathways violently collapses under the strain of a fo

Training Ground of the Elf Village. A vast circular white expanse of weathered stone, tucked away on the highest branch of the World Tree.The air was thin, filled with the rotten smell of sweat and dried blood.Elenor casually stood in the center of the arena. She didn't adopt a fighting stance, nor did she use her weapon, a wooden staff made from the bark of the World Tree.She simply stood with her hands folded behind her back, her posture relaxed, like an instructor who was there more to observe than to actually fight.Yasha stood ten paces away. His breathing was deep and heavy. Even with her doing nothing but standing there while releasing a fraction of her aura, he couldn't help but break into a sweat.He immediately drew his sword, mana wrapping around it, ready to lunge forward in an instant.He felt different. The mana inside him, expanded by the fruit, surged like a high tide against his ribs. He felt restless, as if his own blood were vibrating, begging to be unleashed."Y

The sensation of teleportation was like being shredded and stitched back together in the blink of an eye. When the blinding white light finally faded, the chilling cold he had felt earlier vanished, replaced by warmth and the bustling noise of countless people.Yasha stood at the center of a massive, raised stone platform with a magic circle similar to the one from earlier drawn on the floor—a teleportation terminal.Unlike the usual confined openings of most floors, this was completely different. Even the Third Floor, which had been quite an open world, couldn't be compared to this in any way.The air smelled of woodsmoke, roasted meat, and the sharp, metallic tang of mana-infused steel.He took a steadying breath, his hand instinctively dropping to the hilt of his sword.This was the Eighth Floor.He had heard rumors from the merchant and even from players on the Third Floor, but this surpassed them.It wasn't just a room or a dungeon enclosure anymore; it was sprawling, like a bust

The gate groaned open as Elias poured his mana into it, and an intense surge of power could be felt in an instant.The world beyond the gate was far from normal. The protective mana shrouding the estate could be felt as a physical pressure, shimmering faintly in the air. Beyond its defensive capabilities, the field applied constant buffs to those within its walls. Yasha immediately felt his body grow lighter, his muscles knitting together with newfound density.“Like the buffs?” Elias asked, a small, knowing smile curling on his lips. “It increases strength by 20% and speed by 5%. A legendary-grade magic circle.”Yasha remained silent, without dropping his guard even once as he followed behind Elias. The man strode forward with a casual, easygoing grin, his hands tucked behind his back as he casually walked toward the huge mansion ahead.Yasha kept his eyes moving, taking in every corner with every step. Although he tried using Mana Sense to do the job, that wouldn't work due to the m

The morning sun crept over the stone walls of the estate, casting a large shadow across the inner training arena.The arena was made of cold stone pavement, with a high-level magic circle that increased healing abilities carved into it.At the edge of the courtyard, Yasha stood with his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. His expression was completely blank, with no sign of fear or nervousness in sight, just brimming with confidence. In front of him stood Julian, the Sin of Pride.The dark-skinned African was more of a boxer than your typical weapon user. Having been a UFC champion while on Earth, his skill and combat sense were definitely not something to look down on.Julian was already bouncing on the balls of his feet, his knuckles wrapped in thick leather bands that crackled with a faint, aggressive hum of blue mana. A wide, cocky grin stretched across Julian's face.He looked like he already knew the outcome of the fight before the match had even started.A few paces