UNLOCK: I CAN SEE MY STATS

chapter 51 : Reka kingdom P1

"Very well, son of the Abomarian clan... you've made your position clear enough."

Korvan paused for a few seconds, then straightened in his seat, slowly clasped his hands over the table, and stared directly into Markus's eyes. His gaze was sharp, weighing the coming words with a merciless scale.

"Now, tell me about the urgent intelligence you have."

Markus stepped forward, looked at the table, then asked in a calm voice, though loaded with focus.

"Does anyone have a map?"

It took only moments before Ricard pulled out a large map from one of the drawers and carefully spread it over the table. Its lines were faded but clear, as if waiting for someone to awaken them from their slumber.

Markus nodded toward Ricard, grateful, then extended his finger steadily toward a dark gray-colored area.

He pointed to the Kingdom of Reka, the region occupied by Lorana.

"On our way here, we encountered a soldier from the shapeshifters' clan. He belonged to the ape tribe..."

Before he could continue, his sentence was cut off by an angry murmur from one side, faint but biting.

"Shapeshifter clan? How dare one of them penetrate this deep...?" one of the generals muttered, her anger clenched between her teeth.

Markus continued speaking without turning.

"After Miss Tina and I set a trap for him, we managed to eliminate him. But before that, I was able to extract some information from him..."

Tiresse raised her eyebrows in surprise mixed with suspicion, then said in a tone that did not hide her doubt.

"Extracted information? May I ask... how exactly did you do that?"

Boom!!

A loud thud echoed through the tent. All heads turned instantly toward Darius, who had slammed his fist on the table. His voice carried anger, though it seemed more like feigned outrage than genuine fury.

"Don't tell us... it's your miraculous technique again!"

Markus stood firm, looked at him for a moment, then calmly turned toward the rest of the commanders and spoke in a composed tone, revealing less than it concealed.

"I believe you're all familiar with the Tongue of Fire technique..."

As soon as the sentence was spoken, Korvan's eyes widened for the first time, and the features that had been motionless as stone came to life.

"Tongue of Fire?!"

He stood slightly from his seat, his voice coming out charged with shock, not believing what he had just heard.

"Boy, do you believe what you're saying? Don't you know that a technique like that is forbidden? Because of its catastrophic damage... to the caster and the target?"

"In truth, I have found a solution for those damages..." Markus thought sarcastically as he saw the disbelief written on the commanders' faces.

The Tongue of Fire technique is considered one of the most dangerous and horrifying forbidden techniques, capable of extracting the deepest information from the victim, but at the cost of spiritual damage to the user, and it also causes the destruction of the victim's brain.

For a fighter, spiritual damage is like having his hands cut off. Losing his hands would make him unable to perform techniques, and spiritual damage is no different, because the essence of Eternal Energy relies on three essential things: physical energy, spiritual energy, and mental energy. Remove one of these three elements and you become unable to extract Eternal Energy.

But Markus, who created the strongest technique known in history, the One for All, also managed to neutralize the side effects of the Tongue of Fire technique. However, passing on that information to the others was impossible. Who could guarantee they wouldn’t use the technique against him in the future?

"Naturally, I know the damages caused by this technique..." Markus spoke while displaying expressions of sadness and bitterness, as if he had suffered a great loss.

He raised his head to look at the commanders and forced a strained smile.

"But the information I obtained was worth it..."

"Ironland has formed a secret alliance with the town of Nekolia, located in the northeast. Their target is the Eternal City..."

"That doesn't make sense!?" said Korvan, frowning at the map.

"Regardless of this alleged alliance, if they want to attack the Eternal City, the distance is far too great..."

"It's a three-month march..." Ricard added.

Tiresse shook her head, then spoke loudly.

"Also, why exactly did they attack the eastern camp if their target is the Eternal City? That makes no sense at all. Are you sure of the accuracy of this information!?"

Markus ignored their doubts and continued while pointing to a gray spot near the town of Nekolia.

"Here lies the role of the Kingdom of Reka..."