1429 1429. Frail

Noah performed an honest bow after Miss Void's last line. She had given him an incredible technique without asking anything in return. Even the battle against those strange magical beasts had been nothing more than a performance meant to show her ability.

"This is getting tiring," Miss Void said after heaving a loud sigh. "Go. Don't waste time with the dead. You are only in the liquid stage, but you have managed to open my inheritance. This much already tells me that you want to reach the peak."

"Is the ninth rank the peak?" Noah asked as his ambition began to leak out of his figure.

"Maybe, maybe not," Miss Void replied as she tilted her head to look above. "I wanted to see it, the peak, the realm beyond Heaven and Earth. I lost my chance, so it's up to you now."