2026-10-24 22:18:11Eldon stepped forward, lifting his dark cold-steel broadsword in his right hand.
He didn't execute a spell or search for a dispel node in his non-existent interface.He drove the tip of his non-magical blade straight into the center of the shimmering violet barrier.The moment the dense, mana-repelling dark iron struck the spatial array, the structured code of the wall shuddered violently.A high-pitched, glass-shattering screech echoed through the mountain gorge as the non
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
Chapter 53
The thick cloud of purple spell-smoke slowly drifted toward the vaulted ceiling, settling over the quiet floor of the boss vault. Commander Vrak stepped through the shattered ruins of the obsidian barrier, his heavy, spiked abyss-iron plate boots crunching over pulverized stone. In his right hand, he carried his massive executioner’s broadsword, its broad steel edge dripping with the dark, corrosive aura of a Level 35 [Dread Sovereign]. Behind him, four elite Dark Knights from the Blood-Moon Guild fanned out into a disciplined line, their faces concealed beneath dark shadow-hoods, their gauntlets resting on the hilts of serrated, poison-dripping daggers. Vrak had stepped into the chamber expecting to find a horrifying sight: the mutilated, frozen remains of a statusless cleaner crushed beneath the claw of an S-Rank Sovereign, or perhaps a scattered pile of bones gnawed clean by frost-drake hatchlings. It was the story he had already
Chapter 52
The air whistled in Eldon’s ears as ten tons of ancient, calcified bone accelerated upward toward the solid obsidian vault.Most fighters, bound by System auto-lock frames or trapped in mid-air attack animations, would have been crushed into unrecognizable paste between the ceiling bedrock and the dragon’s antlered skull. Eldon possessed no skill locks. His muscle memory belonged entirely to him, unburdened by artificial scripts.A fraction of a second before impact, Eldon released his left hand’s grip on the embedded iron piton.Instead of trying to push off the beast’s slippery, frost-bound neck, he simply disengaged his legs, tucking his knees tight against his chest, and let gravity pull him straight down into the open air below.BOOM-CRASH!The concussive explosion rocked the catacomb like an underground earthquake.The colossal drake slammed the apex of its skull straight into forty feet of solid granite and obsidian. A massive spider-web of deep fractures rippled across the v
Chapter 51
CRACK-FREEZE!The fifty-foot wave of absolute zero plasma slammed into the center of the tomb like a solid wall of liquid ice.A fraction of a second before the blinding white deluge made contact, Eldon executed a low, explosive dive sideways, throwing his body behind a heavy granite sarcophagus resting against the base of a central pillar.The sub-zero torrent swept past his shelter with a deafening, pressurized roar. The stone sarcophagus groaned under the thermal shock, its solid five-inch granite slab turning brittle white, frost-bitten, and spider-webbed with hairline fractures in less than two seconds. Loose rocks, dust, and discarded bone fragments caught in the blast instantly froze into solid, crystalized statues before shattering under the sheer wind pressure.Inside his cowl, Eldon’s teeth ground together. The intense, unnatural cold radiated straight through the granite, seeping through his bandages and biting into his cracked ribs like a thousand needles.He didn't have
Chapter 50
BOOM! The fifty-ton slab of solid obsidian slammed into the stone threshold with a deafening, concussive crash that rattled the foundations of the ancient catacomb. pulverized black ice and thick granite dust billowed through the air, completely blocking the archway and leaving Eldon in absolute, suffocating darkness. On the other side of the stone wall, Commander Vrak’s boomed through the narrow cracks in the masonry, accompanied by a low, mocking chuckle. "A tragic loss!" Vrak declared loudly, his voice echoing back to the trapped mercenaries. "The foolish statusless boy sprinted ahead without orders and triggered an ancient stasis trap! He is locked inside the primary tomb room! We cannot break through fifty feet of solid obsidian! Fall back to the upper staging area!" A few muffled protests rose from the Silver-Rank hunters, but Vrak’s oppressive Level 35 aura quickly silenced them. The heavy clank of armored boots faded into the distance as the strike team retreated, le
Chapter 49
The blue portal shimmered like liquified glass, set deep within the basalt foundations of the Northern Gate. One by one, the twenty members of Vanguard Squad Alpha stepped through the churning energy field. As Eldon passed through the veil, the air temperature plummeted by sixty degrees in a single heartbeat. [ENVIRONMENT ALERT: S-Rank Rift - Frozen Crypts] [Status: Sub-Zero Thermal Suppression Active] [Warning: Unprotected Flesh Suffers 5% Frostbite Degeneration Per Minute] The portal deposited the squad inside a vast, subterranean catacomb carved from jet-black obsidian stone. Sheaths of slick, pitch-black ice coated the stone floor, reflecting the faint blue light of frozen stalactites hanging like teeth from the fifty-foot vaulted ceiling. High-tier frost aura rolled off the stone walls in visible white clouds, freezing the sweat on the hunters' faces before it could drip. Around Eldon, several Silver-Rank mercenaries gasped, immediately reaching into their pouch
Chapter 48
Dawn broke over the lower district in dull shades of ash and slate. Inside Old Orik’s soot-stained forge, the heavy rhythmic beat of iron meeting iron echoed against stone walls. Eldon stood by the anvil, his shirt off, his torso wrapped tight in thick linen bandages to support his cracked ribs. Every strike of his heavy hammer sent a sharp, biting throb through his side, but his expression remained completely passive, his rhythm unyielding. CLANG. CLANG. CLANG. Old Orik leaned against a wooden workbench, dragging a whetstone along the edge of an iron cleaver. He glanced up, his single eye narrowing at the boy's dark bruises. "You're swinging with your shoulder, kid," Orik grunted, his voice dry as tinder. "You keep overcompensating for those broken ribs and you'll ruin your footwork before the week's out. Sit down and eat your stew." "It's fine," Eldon replied, quenching a newly shaped iron piton in a bucket of cold water. Steam hissed violently into the cold morning ai
You may also like
XianXia : Sovereign of the Gods
kalki_gsk21.1K viewsThe Greatest Martial Arts Cultivator
KidOO102.8K viewsThe Saga of the Unbroken
RandomGuy38.0K viewsPaths of Extinction
TheCrow36.4K viewsThe Last Soul Necromancer: An Unknown Class Beyond Death
Frincoz484 viewsReincarnation of the Strongest Sword Maniac
Beibe195 viewsForbidden Splicer: Infinite Spellcraft
Namelessones401 viewsThe Divine Entity Lives in My Shadow
Gajah Belang217 views