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Author: Emymo
last update2026-07-08 09:30:26

The transformation was absolute. Zed stood before the cracked mirror in the back of the boutique, staring at a stranger. The grime of the forest, which had clung to his skin like a second coat of misery, was finally scrubbed away by thirty minutes of rigorous cleaning and soap until his skin felt raw and renewed. Clad in the sky-blue silk robes he had extorted from the merchant, he no longer resembled a starving beggar or a cursed cripple. He looked every bit the part of a young nobleman, a sci
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  • 6

    The transformation was absolute. Zed stood before the cracked mirror in the back of the boutique, staring at a stranger. The grime of the forest, which had clung to his skin like a second coat of misery, was finally scrubbed away by thirty minutes of rigorous cleaning and soap until his skin felt raw and renewed. Clad in the sky-blue silk robes he had extorted from the merchant, he no longer resembled a starving beggar or a cursed cripple. He looked every bit the part of a young nobleman, a scion of a rising house. He stood straighter, his blue eyes striking against the sharp contrast of his new attire. He had learned his first lesson in this world: respect was not given to the virtuous; it was purchased with appearance and the sharp edge of intimidation.As he walked away from the shop, the weight of his fortune pressed against his pockets. Four hundred and ninety-nine Level 1 Spirit Beast cores rattled with every step, a treasure trove that felt like the foundation of a new life. He

  • 5

    While Zed continued his relentless sprint through the dense undergrowth, closing the distance between himself and the city’s massive limestone walls, a reconnaissance team of ten elite scouts was already combing the upper canopy of the forest. Lord Arikto, the vanguard of this operation, scanned the horizon with eyes as sharp as a falcon’s, his senses heightened for any lingering trace of the anomaly that had shattered the forest’s silence. They were currently leagues away from the true epicenter of Zed’s recent display of power, buried deep within the forest’s precarious periphery. None of these seasoned veterans dared to venture deeper into the heart of the woods, for they knew too well that ancient, dormant entities guarded the sacred center. To provoke such beings would not only invite their own demise but would inevitably bring an apocalyptic ruin upon the city they were sworn to protect.They maintained a distance calculated for survival. Lord Arikto led the formation, his statu

  • 4

    Once Ester withdrew her ethereal presence from his physical form, the overwhelming pressure that had anchored Zed to the spot finally dissipated. He regained full control of his limbs, yet he remained standing in the heart of the desolate, shadow-drenched forest without uttering a single word. His eyes, now colder and sharper than before, were fixed on a singular point in the void, while faint, wispy smoke emanated from his pores. Beneath his pale, darkened skin, his veins stood out, pulsing with a volatile violet and black luminescence. It appeared as though his very vessel had been pushed to its structural limits, cracking under the strain of an energy far too potent for a mortal frame to contain, rendering him more akin to a demonic entity than a man.When he finally spoke, his voice emerged as a deep, guttural resonance that seemed to vibrate from the very soil of the forest rather than his own throat. "This feeling… it is absolute. It is magnificent."Ester remained silent within

  • 3

    A broad smile stretched across Zed’s face as he stared at the pile of Bronze coins resting in his hands."A total of forty-five Bronze pieces!" Zed exclaimed with pure excitement. "We can accumulate even more tomorrow; our reputation is expanding incredibly fast." He was well aware that a single Bronze piece was enough to satisfy the daily nutritional needs of one person, ensuring they consumed the finest meals available, whereas impoverished people usually sustained themselves on a mere ten Copper pieces throughout the entire day."There will be no tomorrow," Ester interjected in a stern, dry tone. "Our objective was never to pursue fortune-telling; the goal was to construct the Spirit Power Center that you lack."The smile instantly vanished from Zed’s face and his enthusiasm dampened. As he stared at the currency in his palm, the framework of a massive commercial enterprise had already begun to take shape in his thoughts, but Ester had thoroughly crushed that aspiration in its infa

  • 2

    When Zed’s eyes fluttered open once more, his mind felt flooded with foundational knowledge about this world. However, his peace was short-lived. A deep anxiety gripped him as he analyzed his new body based on the information that had just settled into his thoughts. He realized a bitter truth: this body completely lacked a Spirit Power Center. In a world governed by absolute strength, the absence of this center rendered him a helpless variable, no different from an ant waiting to be stepped on.The boy whose vessel Zed now occupied possessed no distinct advantages. He wasn't intelligent, nor was he handsome; in fact, he possessed a frail, weak body that could easily be classified as substandard. Curiously, Zed was entirely unaware that he was living in the body of someone else who had perished moments prior, assuming this was simply his own original vessel. Had it not been for Ester’s presence guiding his thoughts, he would have been utterly powerless to discern his next move."Ester,

  • 1

    On the ninth layer of the heavens, the sky was trembling violently. Five individuals clad in dazzling armor and wielding divine swords stood, glaring at the twenty-year-old youth before them. A profound hatred and malice burned in their eyes; the taut posture of their bodies made it evident that they were watching for any opportunity to slay him, yet the youth remained completely at ease. His expression was calm, his gaze razor-sharp, and the black sword he held rested in a menacing posture.The youth slightly raised his black blade, revealing his face—not conventionally handsome, yet possessing a strange, enigmatic charm and a piercing gaze—and inquired in a casual tone:Are you ready to die?You overestimate yourself! came the sharp, resentful reply from one of the Eternals.A mocking smile played on the youth's lips as he confronted them with reality:Do I? Turn your heads and look around you! I have already annihilated five of you ten Eternals, and now it is your turn!His words s

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