Knox woke up late in the common dorm. Sunlight streamed through the window at an angle that told him it was already past morning. The other beds were empty. Most students were already outside enjoying the weekend. There were no classes today, no Professor Crane lesson, and no academy drills.
Knox sat up slowly. His wrist still ached faintly, but the sharp pain from yesterday was gone. He flexed his fingers. Stiff, but functional. He checked his recovery status. [Recovery Status] Mana: 55/55 Physical Strain:Lower Body Fatigue — ClearedRight Wrist Backlash — FadingMana Channels — Stable Recommendation:Light activity permitted.Avoid repeated Tremor Palm activation. Knox dismissed the notification and looked at Ignis. The drake was still curled up near his pillow, breathing steadily. His legs twitched once, like he was trying to use Burst Step in his sleep. Knox did not wake him. Instead, Knox counted his silver. He pulled out the pouch from under his mattress and spread the coins on the bed. Twenty-five silver coins. Three low-grade mana core fragments. That was everything he had left after the Tremor Mole mission. Knox stared at the coins. He was almost broke again, but he still needed supplies if he wanted to climb. He decided to use the weekend to buy supplies, recover properly, train lightly, and issue his first offensive challenge. Knox left the dorm with Ignis on his shoulder. The academy supply market was near the training complex, tucked between two large stone buildings. The weekend market was busy. Students crowded the stalls, browsing weapons, pills, beast feed, and training materials. Rich students casually picked up items without checking prices and it irked Knox because he had to count every coin carefully. Knox walked past a stall selling recovery salves. Too expensive. He passed another selling beast cores. Also too expensive. Then he stopped at a stall displaying rows of small glass vials filled with colored liquids and pills. A middle-aged man stood behind the counter, arranging the vials with practiced efficiency. Knox scanned the display. His eyes landed on a small brown pill sitting in a plain wooden box and almost immediately the system flashed in his eyes. [Registered Academy Item Detected] Item: Low-Grade Mana Expansion Pill Price: 18 silver coins Effect: Slightly expands a beginner summoner’s mana pool. Estimated increase: +5 mana capacity. Side Effects: Heavy sweating Foul odor release Temporary fatigue (2-3 hours) Limit: Mostly effective once for low-level summoners.Repeated use gives diminishing returns. Quality: LowPurity: 40% Knox stared at the description. Five extra mana. That was not much, but it was something. The side effects sounded unpleasant, but he could handle that. But the issue was, eighteen silver was almost all his money so Knox hesitated. “You buying or staring?” the shopkeeper asked without looking up. Knox reached into his pouch and counted out eighteen silver coins. He placed them on the counter. The shopkeeper swept the coins into his hand, counted them quickly, and handed Knox the wooden box. Knox pocketed the pill. Ignis shifted on his shoulder and sniffed toward another stall. Knox followed his gaze. A vendor was selling beast feed. Small cloth bags hung from hooks, each labeled with different types. Ignis’s attention was fixed on a bag labeled “Warm Beast Meat Pellets.” Knox sighed. “You want that?” “Yes,” Ignis said through the bond. Knox walked to the stall. The vendor, a young woman with short hair, smiled at him. “Five silver for the small pack.” Knox counted out five silver coins. That left him with two. The vendor handed him the small cloth bag, and Ignis immediately perked up. Knox tucked the bag away. “You are expensive.” “Worth it,” Ignis replied. Knox considered selling one of the low-grade mana core fragments, but stopped himself. Coins could buy food and cheap pills, but core fragments could support Ignis or emergency training later. Selling them now would be stupid. Knox returned to the dorm before taking the pill because he did not want the side effects happening in public. The common room was still empty. Knox sat on his bed and pulled out the wooden box. He opened it and stared at the brown pill. It looked rough, like compressed dirt. Knox closed his eyes and swallowed it dry. At first, nothing happened. Knox waited. For a moment, he thought he had wasted his money but then heat spread through his chest. Slowly at first, then faster. The heat sank into his stomach and spread outward through his limbs. Knox’s breathing quickened. Pressure built inside his chest, like something was expanding against his ribs. His skin prickled while sweat beaded on his forehead. Then it started pouring. Thick droplets ran down his face, neck, and arms. He noticed the fact that the sweat was not clear. It was slightly brown and carried a sour, rancid smell. Knox grimaced. Ignis jumped off the bed and moved to the far corner of the room. “You smell,” Ignis said flatly. “I know,” Knox muttered. The pressure in his chest peaked, then slowly faded. The heat cooled and the sweating stopped. Knox sat there, drenched and reeking. The system appeared. [Low-Grade Mana Expansion Pill Absorbed] Mana Capacity Increased. Mana: 55/55 → 60/60 Side Effect: Impurity Sweat Released Physical Condition: Temporary Fatigue — Mild Body Odor — Severe [Foundation Progress Updated] Current Level: 1 Mana Foundation: 60% Level 2 Breakthrough Requirement: Mana Foundation must reach 100% Current Progress: 60/100 Knox stared at the new part of the notification. Sixty percent. He was still Level 1, but he was no longer standing at the starting line. The pill had not broken him through. It had only widened his mana pool and pushed his foundation forward. That meant reaching Level 2 would not be as simple as swallowing cheap pills. He still needed real combat, proper training, and more mana refinement. Knox stood and stripped off his shirt. He walked to the washroom and scrubbed himself clean with cold water and rough soap. It took three rounds of washing before the smell faded. Knox dried off and put on fresh clothes. The pill worked. His mana pool had increased. His foundation had moved closer to Level 2. But he was almost broke again. After cleaning up, Knox left the dorm again as he needed air. He walked along the side paths near the beast-care area, where students treated, fed, and inspected their manifested beasts before sending them back to the Other Side. The area was quieter than the main courtyards. Knox turned a corner and stopped. The thin girl from the courtyard incident stood near a small enclosure. Her slug-like beast sat beside her, slowly moving across the ground. She was feeding it something from a small bowl. Knox almost walked past. Then Rellan’s line from yesterday echoed in his head. “Do not turn all of us into your joke just because the academy made you one.” Knox stopped. He stood there for a moment, then walked toward her. The girl noticed him approaching and stiffened. Her slug beast stopped moving. “I need to apologize,” Knox said. The girl looked at him but said nothing. Knox continued. “I was angry yesterday. You were not the person I meant to attack.” “But you still attacked me,” she said quietly. Knox accepted that without defending himself. “I know. I am sorry.” She did not forgive him warmly. She only nodded once. “You should be.” Knox nodded and turned to leave. “Wait,” a voice called from behind him. Knox turned and saw Marcus Varen leaning against a nearby wall with his arms crossed. His Stonejaw Wolf sat beside him. Marcus had been listening, Knox realized with a groan. “How noble,” Marcus said loud enough for others nearby to hear. “Apologizing only after someone embarrassed you into it.” A few students passing by slowed down to watch. Knox wanted to respond, but he understood Marcus was baiting him. Marcus wanted him angry. Marcus wanted him loud and he wanted him to look like the problem. Knox ignored him and walked away instead, clenching his fists slightly. Marcus’s voice followed him. “Running away again?” Knox kept walking. Marcus became more irritated because Knox refused to react. Knox went to a quiet training area on the edge of the academy grounds. It was a small courtyard with stone posts for striking practice and open space for footwork drills. Only two other students were there, both training silently on opposite sides. Knox did not do heavy training. This was only to confirm his current condition after recovery and the mana pill. Knox tested his dagger grip first. His fingers closed properly around the hilt, and there was no trembling this time. After that, he moved through a few basic footwork patterns. His legs felt solid beneath him, and the soreness from the past few days had finally faded. Only after confirming that did he activate Echo Step. His body blurred one meter to the side. The movement was cleaner than before. His legs still tightened when he landed, but the mana flow did not scrape through his body the way it had during the fight with Venn. [Echo Step Activated] Range: 1 meter Mana Cost: 6 Physical Strain: Mild Mana: 60/60 → 54/60 Knox exhaled slowly. Six mana for one short movement was still expensive, but at least he knew the exact cost now. With his old mana pool, using Echo Step too many times would have drained him quickly. Even now, he could not afford to waste it. He looked at Ignis. “Short burst.”Latest Chapter
Chapter 80 — The Last Breath Before The Quake
The Vorul moved before the last word left him.WHUMP. It crossed the marsh in a single low rush, so fast the mud barely kicked up under it, and Knox's body dropped its own weight and threw itself sideways before his mind had caught up with any of it.[Weight Sync Activated.] [Mana: 121/200 → 116/200.]He twisted. Too slow. The claws that had been aimed at his throat missed it by a finger, then raked down across his shoulder and over his upper ribs, and his academy coat opened in four lines. The blood was running warm under the cloth before the pain even reached him.Knox stumbled back. His eyes were still catching up to where the thing had been, not where it was. It had crossed ten feet of marsh and opened him up and he'd never once seen it clearly. His breath came late and ragged, and that scared him worse than the speed had.The Vorul watched him figure it out."You are quick," it said. It sounded almost pleased. "Quicker than the little ones should be. But you cannot read my move
Chapter 79 — The Flare Above The Marsh
THWACK.Knox's knife caught nothing but air.He spun toward the sound, braced for Rellan's hammer catching the arm, the shell guard holding the line.Rellan was still standing.That was the first thing Knox saw, and for half a breath he was confused because Rellan was on his feet, upright, facing the Vorul the way he'd been a moment ago. Knox face suddenly changed.The shield guard that should have been between them hung open in two broken halves in the mud. The Gravelshell Tortoise lay sprawled beside it, legs still twitching. And Rellan was standing because the Vorul's arm was holding him up, buried to the wrist in his chest.He stood still swaying slightly."No—no, no, no—" Marcus screamed it and kept screaming it, going backward through the mud on his hands, not even trying to stand, the word breaking apart high and raw until he ran out of air, dragged in another breath, and started over.The Vorul pulled its arm free.SCHLUCK. It came out slick and dark to the elbow, a rope of
Chapter 78 — The One-Spike
Cold.That was the first thing, before the shock even caught up. A cold that came off the mist and settled into the back of Knox's throat, wrong for the marsh, wrong for the hour. He was staring at Calder's head in the mud, at the man who'd been threatening him with the board a breath ago, and the air over the whole path had changed. The insects had stopped. The water had stopped moving. Even the reeds held still, like the marsh itself had decided to stop drawing attention to itself.The fear came down on all of them at once.It wasn't the fear of a beast. Knox had felt that already today, the boar, the rats, the clean animal jolt of something wanting to eat you. This was under that. Deeper and colder and uglier, the kind that started in the body before the mind caught up, every part of him quietly certain that whatever stood in the mist was not supposed to be here and that being near it was already a mistake.Calder's body folded down into the water behind him.Orven made a small,
Chapter 77 — Still Growling
The marsh went dead quiet after the splash.Nobody wanted to be the first to move. The mist sat low over the black water, the scratched route stone glowed weak behind them, and the rats lay open in the mud where they’d been cut, cores already gone.Then Ignis growled.It came up out of his chest low and locked, smoke slipping between his teeth, his claws spreading wide and pushing furrows into the mud.Knox felt the bond pull tight, and he knew the sound was wrong before he could say why. He’d heard Ignis angry. He’d heard him smug and hungry and insulted and territorial. He had never once heard him sound like this.“We should stop,” Knox said, breaking the silence. “Reassess the route.”Calder sniffed. “We’re barely past the outer line. Stronger beasts don’t wander this close to the forward camp, and whatever’s splashing around out there is well inside Grade-C tolerance.” He let it sit. “The point of a field assessment is to meet beasts, Morales. Not to flinch every time the water m
Chapter 76 — First Blood in Greyfen
The camp noise died behind them one step at a time.By the third route stone Knox couldn't hear the dock chains anymore, just wet leaves dripping, insects, something calling far off in the trees, and the slow suck of boots pulling out of marsh mud. The Eastern Marsh Line ran along a string of dull blue route stones half-sunk in the ground, and the mist sat thick enough that each one looked farther off than the last until you were almost on top of it.Calder walked at the back."Let's be clear before we're in it," he said. "This isn't an escort which means that I am not here to pull you out of trouble.”He paused. “I watch, I write things down, and if something's actually about to kill one of you, I'll step in then and not before. Otherwise you handle it." He started placing them without slowing down. "Marcus takes front. Rellan, you're middle. Kessa, you've got supply and the core log. Orven, eyes on the markers. Morales—" a beat, "—rear-left."Knox's jaw set. He pulled his pack up
Chapter 75 — Eastern Marsh Line
The howl rolled out of the treeline and kept rolling, low and long, and the mist over the camp shivered with it. The ward crystals on the corner poles buzzed, a thin rising hum, then went quiet again.The students stopped unloading. Heads came up all down the line, eyes wide, and even Knox felt something cold walk up the back of his neck before he could tell it not to.Calder laughed, short and dry. "That's Greyfen saying good morning. You'll hear worse before dark. Keep moving."Bram drifted in at Knox's shoulder. "Marsh Stalker. That's what made that. Big one, by the throat on it." He said it casually.Knox gave him a flat look."What? You think I just talk?" Bram looked genuinely wounded. "My brother's a senior. He sat me down and grilled me on every ugly thing in this zone before I left. I'm the only provisional here who actually knows what's trying to eat him." He sniffed. "You're welcome, in advance."Knox blinked. Somewhere under the noise of the last week he'd never once stopp
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