The first warlock was born. Never in history there is a warlock in the world. Standing in spotlight, watch how this warlock lives his life. Never expect his life is dull.

Babylon, 323 B.C.E.

Alexander III of Macedon has died...

He had interpreted his own death as the Gods ultimately putting an end to his dreams of conquest. 

And now, he was finally free... 

Or so he thought... 

Just as his eyes were giving in for the last time, a second later he was already looking at a completely different scenery than the one of his deathbed. 

Not one that looked like the Underworld, but... a green field... under a clear blue sky...?!

'Is this... the afterlife...??!!' -He thought to himself...


**DISCLAIMERS**

1.- As the title of the novel implies, Alexander will be seen doing both good and bad deeds. However, his true moral alignment is closest to "Lawful Evil". Please bear that in mind, and read the story at your own discretion.

2.- This story takes place in an original world/lore, but you can't change the classification from fanfiction to novel.

3.- Any copyrighted content belongs to its respective owner(s).

"Extra! Extra! The kingdom declares war on Feysac!"
On the way from Maygur Manor to Backlund, Klein heard the paperboy shouting on the streets with brisk steps while on a horse carriage.
Although he had already made preparations, he still sighed after confirming that the war had truly erupted. He couldn't help but feel depressed again.
The grudge from having Sonia Island, a key territory, taken away… The conflict over the rights of the colonies… The defeat from the previous war… The political corruption leading to a recession… Ever since the repeal of the Grain Act, many farmers of the kingdom have gone bankrupt due to the importing of foreign food products… The lower-class live in abject conditions… The rich-poor divide only grew deeper…
The middle class's blind confidence in the Loen Kingdom's might, and the eager desire to raise their own positions… The intensifying conflict between different political factions in high society leading to a fracture… The king and his faction wish for a large-scale war… With all these factors combined, just from an objective standpoint, and considering this from the angle of materialism, it's almost inevitable for Loen to start a war… Reality is the best author… Jumping out from his experience from the past, Klein scrutinized the Loen Kingdom's situation from a fresh point of view. He realized that the tides of the times had already formed and were surging over. Without a true deity's descent, it was completely unstoppable.
In comparison, what puzzled him more was why the Feysac Empire would be willing to initiate a war.
Even if the members of an ancient secret organization were indeed members of the upper echelons of Feysac or the Church of the God of Combat—key figures who had the right to make the decision—there was no way they could be alone in deciding such an important matter. How could the others agree to a world war?
Could it be that the conflict between the various classes in the Feysac Empire has also completely escalated to the point that it urgently needs a war? With his lack of understanding of the empire of the north, it was difficult for Klein to make an accurate judgment. But they just won the East Balam war and reaped more of the rights to the colonies. There's no reason for its situation to be more serious than Loen's… Yes, the royal family—the Einhorn family—is in control of the Red Priest pathway. It's understandable that they crave war, but the Church of the God of Combat has no reason not to stop it. As a member of the orthodox deity alliance, they lacked the motivation to help Amon's brother advance to Sequence 0.
Thinking of this, Klein suddenly came up with a theory.
Did that brother of Amon realize that the Goddess has already acquired the Uniqueness of the Death pathway and is in a critical stage, so "He" revealed this information to the Church of the God of Combat? And the God of Combat is in a neighboring pathway with the Goddess, so there's no way "He" can ignore this matter; "He" will definitely make an intense response…
Of course, it might not be done by the brother of Amon. It might also be because of the Numinous Episcopate's Artificial Death faction's angel, Haiter. After being warned by Einhorn Sauron Medici, this Conspirer expert, "He" discovered the abnormalities ahead of time. On the one hand, "He" pretends not to notice anything and continues to set up a probe. On the other hand, "He" pulled in the Church of the God of Combat to worsen the situation and make it more chaotic… The Red Angel evil spirit is truly a symbol of war…
If this is really the case, then it's inevitable for Feysac to wage this war. Furthermore, the matter regarding the Uniqueness of the Death pathway has no room for compromise. At the critical moment, the God of Combat might descend, causing a battle of gods that hasn't happened since the end of the Fourth Epoch to happen…
This time, for the airship fleet from Feysac could stealthily to travel from the coast for nearly a hundred kilometers without being detected, it would definitely have a Weather Warlock providing protection. Otherwise, even if they were to take a detour across places with few people, they'll still be seen ahead of time and definitely be stopped by the Loen airships… A Weather Warlock is an angel. Since the Fifth Epoch, the number of wars that have Beyonders at this level are few and far between… After Emperor Roselle's death, most soldiers don't even know of Beyonders, even in the colonial wars… To have a Weather Warlock be involved in this means…
This is really a battle that will sweep through the entire world. It involves battles at all levels. Is this what Amon's brother wants?
When the time comes, the Lord of Storms, the Eternal Blazing Sun, the Earth Mother, the God of Steam and Machinery, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom will have to take their respective stances. Would the conflicts that "They" have temporarily suppressed for almost two thousand years be escalated…
Earth Mother likes the giants, and even amongst "Her" Blessed, they are Feysacians. And because of the splitting of Lenburg, Masin, and Segar, these made the Feynapotter Kingdom bear a bone-deep grudge with the Loen Kingdom and Intis. The king's powers and the divine powers are highly likely to be unified, and they might form an alliance with Feysac. From the south to the north, they will attack Loen and Intis. Of course, countries like Lenburg and the Church of Knowledge, who are in the crossfire, will definitely try to stop it. Uh… As for Desi Bay, Feynapotter, and the Loen Kingdom are directly connected, the south wouldn't be peaceful either…
The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt that the situation in the Northern Continent would become abnormally chaotic. And no matter what direction it developed into, he couldn't stop it.
Even as a Sequence 4 demigod, under the tide of the times, there was no way for him to cause any major impact in this battle of gods, or exert any key influence. It would be pretty good if he could protect himself and the people he cared about.
Previously, when the Feysac air fleet attacked, the first thing he did was arrange for Butler Walter and company to hide in the underground area that was used as a wine cellar. Then, he "Teleported" to Backlund University of Technology. At that time, a bomb had already hit the ground. Some had died, and others were injured. The only thing he was thankful for was that his sister, Melissa, wasn't within the vicinity of the explosion.
By the time Melissa and Benson met, the airships from Feysac didn't stay for long and quickly retreated from Backlund. Only then did he return to Dwayne Dantès's residence.
Phew… Klein let out a slow sigh of relief. He turned his head to look out the window and saw that, after hearing that the kingdom was declaring war on Feysac, a small number of pedestrians on the street wore a look of horror as though they had recalled the air raid in the morning. Most of them wore blank expressions with a look of panic. They had no idea what they could do even if they wanted to.
They might not have truly understood what this war would bring, but they instinctively felt that peace had been broken. The future was a chaotic mess, fraught with danger.
Klein retracted his gaze and looked at his valet, Enuni, who was sitting opposite him. From his eyes, he realized that he was somewhat at a loss.
He gave a half-smile and sighed. He raised his hand to rub his temples and wiped away his depressed and helpless feelings. He thought about what he could do and what he needed to take note of.
No matter what, with this experience and lesson, the king's faction has had a war spark out as they wished. Before all of Loen collapses, it's nearly impossible for Feysac to invade Backlund again. It would be safer for Benson and Melissa to stay here…
What's most worrisome is the lack of food and various assassinations. The latter is nothing. The place where Melissa and Benson live in is decided by their own levels. They aren't anywhere close to coming into contact with someone important who is a target for assassination, so they won't be implicated. Fortunately, Portland Moment's research laboratory has just been established, and there are no results from it yet. It won't become a target that must be destroyed. As for the former, I can provide some "help" through Miss Audrey…
The Winter County at the Holy Cathedral is located in the far north reaches of the kingdom, next to Feysac. It's always the front line of every war. Ma'am Arianna might've returned to help the military. Oh, "She" might also be sent elsewhere to protect the coast. After all, the defenses of Backlund are sufficient. The royal family definitely has Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts and also angels. The three Churches most likely have hidden tricks up their sleeves… In that case, my greatest pillar of support is gone. At most, I can get some help from the Church and use some Sealed Artifacts…
In the past, I wasn't too worried about the effects the Red Angel evil spirit's return has on me. Now, I have to raise my guard for this matter.
Patrick Bryan knows very well that Dwayne Dantès is equivalent to Gehrman Sparrow, who is equivalent to the Blessed of Death. I had intentionally revealed this information, hoping that it would direct the points of suspicion to Mr. Azik, the Death Consul. And now, this also means that the Red Angel evil spirit would be able to grasp this information in no time…
The Red Angel evil spirit currently only has a high level, but "His" actual standard shouldn't have recovered to the level of an angel. There's no irreconcilable feud between "Him" and me, nor do I have what "He" wants. Even if "He" knows that Dantès is equivalent to Gehrman Sparrow, it would be very unlikely for him to deal with me directly…
Other than attacking me directly, what harm will it bring after "He" grasps this situation?
Is he using this to set up a conspiracy or sell the intelligence to someone who needs it?
What conspiracy… Who would want it…
Many thoughts and names surfaced in his mind, but they were quickly eliminated by him. This included Amon's brother and the Angel of Fate Ouroboros. From the Red Angel evil spirit's past actions, for the time being, "He" wouldn't make contact with Rose Redemption, and Amon's brother is a sworn enemy of Medici and company.
Suddenly, a name appeared in his mind:
Zaratul!
The leader of the Secret Order, the Sequence 1 Seer pathway angel, Zaratul, who had returned to normalcy after becoming mad!
According to Arrodes's feedback, this powerful and concealed existence had already left "His" original location, and "His" whereabouts were unknown.
Previously, Klein had been wondering if "He" would come to Backlund due to the law of Beyonder characteristic convergence.
Medici and the Zaratul and Zoroast families were serving under the Solomon Empire. Even if they weren't friendly with each other, they must be very familiar with each other… In the foggy town, Zaratul had met Gehrman Sparrow. If he really wants to pursue something, he would definitely chase after the crazy adventurer… With a thought in his mind, Klein instinctively began to assume that Zaratul was in Backlund in search of Gehrman Sparrow, and with that, he began to analyze the situation for other abnormalities.
At almost the same instant that he thought of something, Klein recalled the failure of the joint operation between Sharron and the Sanguine.
The Rose School of Thought is also looking for Gehrman Sparrow, so would Zaratul, who received the corresponding news, work with them?
Back then, the operation was on the brink of success. The Rose School of Thought's person-in-charge in Backlund had left in a hurry. Clearly, he had only noticed the problem at the last moment. With the Sanguine preparing the corresponding Sealed Artifact, it's rather impossible for such a failure to happen. Even the Sanguine Duke was puzzled and confused, but what if—what if it was thanks to the perceptive intuition of a Sequence 1 angel of the Seer pathway?
This would explain it perfectly!
Back then, Zaratul was sitting opposite the Rose School of Thought's Backlund person-in-charge?
The Rose School of Thought retreated in a panic and had even deliberately left behind a doll to create moonlight and cleanse everything so as to cover up the existence of Zaratul?
Also, the fact that Gehrman Sparrow has a certain relationship with the Death Consul isn't a secret. Will Zaratul spread out all his marionettes and sense if there's the power of Death in Backlund? Previously, when Patrick Bryan was holding rituals, there was actually Zaratul's marionette watching him?
If the Red Angel evil spirit has already sold the intelligence to Zaratul, then wouldn't my returning to Böklund Street in such a chaotic situation be giving myself up?
His pupils constricted, and he immediately said to the coachman in front, "Just stop here. I suddenly thought of something else I need to settle."
After he said that, he felt extremely tense, afraid that the coachman wouldn't answer him and continue driving.
Fortunately, none of this happened. The horse carriage stopped by the side of the road, and with his valet, Enuni, Klein walked towards a small alley nearby.
Immediately following that, he snapped his fingers and allowed the scarlet flames to emerge from his pocket, covering both himself and his marionette.
He had to rush to Saint Samuel Cathedral as soon as possible in a concealed manner!
With a flash of flames, their two figures disappeared.
However, after completing a leap, the flames within his senses suddenly disappeared—all of them.
A spacious living room appeared in front of him. On an ordinary reclining chair was a tall and thin man. He was young and had Southern Continent blood in him. He looked rather handsome and appeared a little anemic.
The Red Angel evil spirit, Sauron Einhorn Medici!
This Red Angel played with a ball of scarlet-red flames in "His" hand as the corners of "His" mouth curled up.
"You actually sensed it earlier than I expected.
"Heh, using Flaming Jump in front of me…"


With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a Beyonder? Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears?

Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian era world where he sees a world filled with machinery, cannons, dreadnoughts, airships, difference machines, as well as Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, Sealed Artifacts… 

The Light continues to shine but mystery has never gone far. Follow Klein as he finds himself entangled with the Churches of the world—both orthodox and unorthodox—while he slowly develops newfound powers thanks to the Beyonder potions.

Like the corresponding tarot card, The Fool, which is numbered 0—a number of unlimited potential—this is the legend of "The Fool."

Was Soran more powerful in this world or the previous world?
That is a pointless argument.
Although his deadliness made many people 'proud', that was of no value to other existences. Aside from the powerful gods, just the ability of a psionic warlock was enough to end this debate. Psionic warlocks had too much control over ordinary people, and they even had the ability to 'take away' something from someone.
Soran looked at the psionic warlock in front.
To him, there was something attractive about this person, that was the 'Psionic Suggestion' ability of the psionic warlock.
This ability was not deadly.
However, it could affect the minds of ordinary people and could be simply understood as the most powerful hypnotism. If it was performed by a legendary psionic warlock, it would cover a wide range. The psionic warlock could control the minds of ordinary people, leaving some hints in their hearts. If this ability was used in other places, it might not work, but if it was used in the aspect of spreading beliefs and developing believers, its function would be rather amazing.
Soran thought of this because previously, an adventurer borrowed the power of a psionic warlock.
Although, because of the kind of action, the advanced profession would also fall into the evil camp. However, it doesn't matter whether he was in the evil camp; falling into this camp would only have a few more enemies. However, with the manipulation ability of the psionic warlock, the adventurer was able to develop in a short period of time. He became the existence that could fight against the ancient temples. This was the value of psionic warlocks. They could create the first batch of believers.
Since Soran had advanced into the realm of demigod, he didn't have that many options.
The Vampiric God was still there. Even if he took Vivian to hide in the outer islands for a while, he might be discovered eventually. In order to fight against the gods, he needed the power of the gods. Even if he and Gloria came together to fight the Vampiric God, they would still have a hard time with the vampiric temple supporting their god.
The growth of a temple was fast!
Soran could train capable pirates, but a temple could train more powerful professions.
He should quickly close the gap now, or the power difference between them would become greater.
He had divinity.
And Shard of Divinity.
Soran only lacked a portfolio and field that would be fitting to his ability. As long as he could obtain a divine title that he could integrate with, then he could gradually enter into the field of real gods.
With divine powers, he could expand his belief and train priests.
With these three conditions and the population, resources, and wealth of the outer islands, Soran had 70% assurance that he could last the Avatar Crisis.
As for the problem with Vivian, Soran could deal with it more easily with his higher position!
For example, to be able to clean the existence of Fear completely.
Only a real god could complete that
Soran looked at the pale psionic warlock; her life force was almost depleted.
This was a curse from the Queen of Spiders.
Soran had seen such a terrible curse, killing a mother of drow for betrayal. Even in the internal struggle of the drows, if any family did something that offended the Queen of Spiders, she may directly kill all the senior members of the whole family with a curse. In fact, many families had been destroyed, but they were mainly around the period when The Dark Maiden fell.
After the fall of The Dark Maiden, the Queen of Spiders did not have a big clean up.
There was only one way to save her!
To fight the curse of the Queen of Spiders, he could only use divine power.
"Divine Gift!"
This was the only way Soran could save her.
As for the requirement of Divine Gift, that was her attitude towards Soran; this was not a problem at all. The woman in front of her was a legendary psionic warlock, and her ability to hypnotize herself to a certain extent could be done easily. The most important thing was what she thought in her heart, whether she wanted to die like this or whether she wanted Soran to save her.
After taking a deep breath, a
For example, [Psionic Communication]!
After becoming a demigod, he could use psionic communication to communicate with intelligent creatures.
"I can save you."
Soran held the psionic warlock in his arms, looked into her eyes with divine brilliance, and said slowly, "but the price is that you must become my believer. I don't have too much time to explain everything, but the only promise I can give you is that you won't be living too badly in the future. "
"We don't have much time."
"You decide what you want, but don't take too long!"
Divine Gift.
A powerful ability!
But the price paid was also quite serious. For example, the lost divinity given by Soran to the mutant killer whale would be lost forever. As the price of absorbing the divinity, the mutant killer whale's will and life were almost controlled in Soran's hands. In theory, Soran could rely on the control of divine power to deprive it of its life.
Gods were thus powerful!
Even though the psionic warlock was a legendary profession, if she chose to accept Soran's divine power, then her life would be Soran's.
Without doubt.
In essence, the way gods controlled their followers was no different from the way demons controlled their followers. However, the devil's behavior was more arbitrary, evil, and brutal, while gods had to restrain themselves. Many good gods were very protective of their own followers. Divine Gift was a brand on the spiritual level. Once it was formed, it was difficult to get rid of it unless something involving a higher level appeared.
Death or life.
This choice was not difficult.
But as a powerful psionic warlock, maybe she would rather die than be controlled by Soran in the future. If this was true, then Soran could only help her end her life.
That one second felt very long!
There was little time left for the psionic warlock, so when Soran got her reply, he immediately reached out to her forehead.
"Divine Gift!"
A strange divine aura appeared.
The divine power in Soran's body gradually passed to the psionic warlock. Under the divine light, her whole body was covered with a layer of gray energy, which was the curse of the Queen of Spiders.
One Divinity.
Two Divinity.
Three Divinity.
The divinity in Soran's body was slowly decreasing. With the infusion of the divinity, the gray and strange energy became thinner and thinner. Instead, the divinity power transmitted by Soran was replacing it. With each influx of divinity, Soran's ability to feel her became stronger, and ultimately, she even formed a spiritual communication with Soran. This meant that she had hypnotized herself to change her attitude toward Soran, accepting Soran's divinity.
Five divinity points!
When half of the grey energy was gone, Soran stopped giving divinity without hesitation.
He was now left with 11 divinity points.
If he had continued on, he would fall from [Minor Divinity]. Five divinity points were enough to allow the psionic warlock to life; as for the gray energy left, he could only think about it in the future.
Even though the Queen of Spiders was powerful, there were still ways to fight the corrosive curse of hers.


He doesn’t know why his mind has been transferred into that of a petty thief named Soran within the VRMMO . The new ‘Soran’ though possesses both the body’s previous occupant’s memories and his own. Using his experience as a Legendary Rogue who had reached the apex known as the Realm of Legends, he will now have to survive in this world which had once been a game to him.

Soran will have to grow stronger while avoiding the upcoming dangers and protect his younger sister, Vivian, from the chaotic times which will soon devastate the world. He shall eliminate everything and everyone that threatens them, but perhaps Vivian might not need his protection?

When the demons of the Abyss rise and the gods fall, a massacre will take place across the world.

Divinity has fallen, and evil is surging from beneath.

The Time of Troubles has begun.

"Praise the Lord!"
Although his hair had turned green, he was still exhilarated after testing his abilities.
He had now completed the ceremony successfully, becoming an Ocean Warlock who could breathe and manipulate water.
Walking barefoot on the fine sand, he used his will and made a blue fish fly out of the water and land in front of him.
"The key to an Ocean Warlock's abilities is to feel the ocean and sense all sorts of ocean currents and hidden currents like a marine creature… As for the ability of manipulation, I can only manipulate ordinary fish for now, but I believe that with practice, I'll manage to manipulate larger fish like sharks and whales, and finally sea monsters!"
Donald had a deep understanding of his abilities now.
Although he still did not have a penny to his name, he was absolutely confident in himself.
Even though all the goods on the merchant ship were lost this time, and he had to pay a large amount of compensation, it was no big deal.
Having become an Ocean Warlock, he was confident of earning hundreds of times his past income from the ocean.
Now that he could easily depart from this deserted island, he felt slightly reluctant to leave.
Before leaving, Donald knelt on the beach and started to pray piously.
"My Lord, I—your pious servant Donald—praise you with a humble attitude. You are the Master of Dreams and Armaments…"
He felt extremely grateful toward this deserted island. At this place, he had gained the Dream and Armament Master's favor and become an Ocean Warlock who possessed mystical power. It was undoubtedly a precious treasure to him for the rest of his life.
Moreover, Donald would later learn that this was the place where the Dream and Armament Master responded to prayers for the first time in recent years. It could be classified as a holy ground of the religion.
"Very well, Donald! You shall return to the mortal world and recite my name to others! As the Master of Dreams and Armaments, I declare… that you are my earthly agent, my first preacher!"
Fang Yuan's grand voice made Donald shiver in excitement. He kowtowed on the ground. "Yes, my Lord. Your will is my mission…"
…
"Time to leave!"
No matter how much he would miss this place, Donald resolutely left for home the next day.
A crude raft was all he needed to travel across the ocean.
In fact, Donald only bothered to make the raft because he did not want to be too shocking.
As an Ocean Warlock with the ability to breathe underwater and manipulate fish, he could readily extract drinkable water from seawater.
With all this, he could walk slowly at the bottom of the ocean and reach the closest port.
Furthermore, due to his surprisingly good sensitivity to hidden currents and sea monsters, he could avoid them. It was something he had never imagined as a navigator before.
With such abilities, wealth was as insignificant as cobwebs.
…
Actually, when Donald made the breakthrough last night, Fang Yuan had learned even more.
"I have no comment on his green hair, but this drawback can't outweigh the benefits! Generally speaking, this promotion ceremony was successful. Just as I had expected, Donald mastered extraordinary power as an ordinary man!"
Fang Yuan was delighted when he looked at Donald.
Donald's success let him comprehend more about the rules of this world. By applying the understanding to himself, he was about to make a breakthrough as well.
"Nevertheless, such promotions may still be risky… The sea monsters' bloodline originates from past Evil Gods… When he swallowed these mystical factors, he could have possibly immediately formed a connection with them!"
Such Evil Gods were far more terrifying than those Fang Yuan had encountered before.
In other words, just like Mental Demon Demon Gods, they were indescribable.
Sometimes, even an indirect and partial observation of their message imprint could result in all kinds of insoluble disastrous consequences.
"It means that this world is definitely much more powerful than the world of Divine Armaments… There are numerous beings at the level of Demon Gods… However, they're in the same situation as me, and theirs may even be less favorable."
In fact, Donald did not get corrupted during the ceremony and become a sea monster only because Fang Yuan had helped him ward off the disaster.
Otherwise, an ordinary human would definitely go mad after interacting with such powerful beings.
"It's extremely hard to communicate with the Evil Gods in this world… I can't even find their original bodies…"
Although they were sealed and expelled as well, Fang Yuan did not manage to find any traces of an Evil God's original body.
"But that's expected. According to my deduction based on world theories, only less than 1% of this Great Voyage World is inhabitable, and the other 99% is full of strange spaces and regions…"
He could never be too cautious about Evil Gods.
Fang Yuan speculated that all the Evil Gods were detained separately.
After all, if all the Evil Gods were sealed together, they might devour and absorb one another, thereby giving birth to some extremely horrifying being.
"However, while this world doesn't allow interference from overly powerful forces, my plan may still work… I can still utilize the power of faith. When I have more believers in the future, I may even open a channel and let part of my will descend into the mortal world, hence obtaining a new body!"
Fang Yuan's eyes lit up.
To him, it might be worthless to disrupt the entire world through manipulating his agents.
He himself had to descend into the world in order to truly harvest it.
… 
Schwing!
The cutlass was unsheathed before slashing across a pirate's neck.
His expression was cold and gloomy, and one of his eyes was covered by a black blindfold. A black iron hook was seen when he extended his right hand in vain.
This was the second officer of the Octopus Marauder Team, but now his lifeless corpse was becoming cold.
"So strong… Is this the power of the system?"
Orlando sheathed his cutlass, his face displaying his ecstasy as he watched his enemy die.
The Pirate System suddenly changed in front of him:
"Name: Orlando
Level: 4
Strength: 3 (Your Qilin Arm has become even stronger.)
Speed: 3 (Cutlass techniques require agility. You have gained excellent balance from frequent practice on the sea.)
Physique: 1.5 (You have a powerful physique, but it can be improved.)
Psyche: 5 (Young man, you are gifted with your psyche. Have you considered becoming a sorcerer?)
Identity: Pirate (Third officer of the Octopus Marauder Team)
Specialization: Sailing (Normal), Firearm Manipulation (Normal), Cutlass Techniques (Master)
Experience: 0 (Experience required before reaching the next level: 200)"
After completing the quest of rescuing Old Single Eye, he had become a level 4 civilian and obtained one stat point and one specialization point.
The stat point was used on strength straightaway, while the specialization point was used on Cutlass Techniques.
It turned out that the strength improvement due to this Pirate System was immediately visible.
After going through some trouble and danger, Orlando seized the opportunity to isolate the pirate team's second officer and kill this man who used to be stronger than him.
"Ding! Quest—Killing completed!"
The notification sound from the system was heard, indicating that he had gained another 200 experience.
"Level up!"
Orlando chose to level up immediately, every cell in his body cheering and celebrating. "Even if this Pirate System is an Evil God's curse, I'll take it!"
It had to be acknowledged that after enjoying the convenience that this system had brought to him, he became somewhat reliant on it.
The improvement in strength aside, when he upgraded Cutlass Techniques to the master level, he felt as if the cutlass had become an extension of his arm and a part of his life. It was truly intoxicating.
A notification from the system immediately emerged.
"Ding. You have leveled to Level 5, gaining one specialization point and one stat point!
"Attention: Your civilian level has reached the maximum. Please complete your job placement as soon as possible. Otherwise, you can not level up any further!"
"Can't level up?" Of course, Orlando knew the severity of the issue. "Job placement? It seems that the system doesn't consider my job to be a pirate, and it requires a more professional power system like a sorcerer? But… I have no idea where to learn magic!"
"Ding! The host's psyche is detected to be at the Extraordinary threshold. The civilian level is at the maximum. Job transfer requirement is triggered. Unlock job transfer quests!"
But the considerate system provided the choices soon. "… Detecting the host's stats. You can now unlock the following job transfer quests: Sorcerer, Warlock, Mad Fighter, Sanguine Saber Wielder!"
Together with the choices, four corresponding symbols also emerged on the screen.
The Sorcerer had the symbol of a book, the Warlock an eye, the Mad Fighter an axe, and the Sanguine Saber Wielder a cutlass, each possessing some mystical power.
"The Extraordinary threshold!"
Orlando's eyes glistened. Of course, he knew that mystical forces existed in this world.
But he did not expect to interact with them so soon. If he really mastered something on the mystical side, he could perhaps shorten his preparation time significantly before challenging the captain.
That was because the captain of the Octopus Marauder Team was an Extraordinary!
"Since that's the case, five is the limit of an ordinary person's stats?"
Orlando added a stat point to psyche directly.
He then heard frustrating feedback. "Ding! As your psyche has reached the Extraordinary threshold, you can not make a breakthrough before job placement. Attention—you need to pay a higher price beyond the Extraordinary threshold. Improving your psyche by one point will require double stat points!"
"I knew it wouldn't be so simple!"
Orlando sighed and focused on Specialization instead.
"Ding! It takes three specialization points to promote Cutlass Techniques (Master) to Cutlass Techniques (Extraordinary). You do not have sufficient specialization points! Please press on!!!"


This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

(This chapter may be graphic. Brace yourselves.)

"That was the king?" Bethrion asks, "and… those were the names of the honored nine kings who can use the Opus?" He exclaims. Lucas Feuerlon stared in silence at the photographic illusion being emitted before them. The kings' names were chosen to be kept as secrets, given that it is a law that the kings who can use the Opus needed to be named after the first king, Alexander Octavius.

The duke was in silence as well, observant—and the duchess was in utter surprise and astonishment. 

Meanwhile, Lovellia Moscow and Orwell Lotheringwood were engulfing every piece of information on the back of their minds. Orwell knew that he could not copy Sheila's magic, given that he is not a clairvoyant nor could he use the Opus. He could not use Archive, the spell to pass memories—and even if he could, the memories needed to be firsthand. 

Orwell looked around. The High Knights were equally astonished and flabbergasted, except for one—the Albino, Abe, who seemed to fail at executing any emotion.

"These are nothing but scraps and pieces of my memories with His Majesty, the king," Sheila says. 

"But these are gone shortly afterward; naught but fleeting moments."

"What do you mean?"

Sheila, who was unable to see, faced Bethrion Feuerlon, who asked the question.

"Might I ask you, when did THAT tragedy begin?"

"That tragedy… you can't mean…"

"That's right. The murder of the king's family." Sheila says. "The Feuerkrieger massacre."

"D-do you intend to show us that, too?" The duchess asks, clearly in horror.

"I shan't. I could not, as well. Passing memories needs to be firsthand—and I did not experience it myself. Now I shall just tell you a story. A story about how the king awakened his magic—the trigger for him to possess the ability to use the opus, the tragedy of sixteen years ago."

**

"Mom." A young boy fell to his knees as he saw sinister-looking blood, like falling red petals, into the tiled floor. The trickling blood made no sound but Noah could hear it faintly, like eerie droplets against a deafening silence. The blood has reached his knees—and then it splashed, smearing his cheeks.

The fetus fell into the pool of blood.

"Oh, delicious." Says an ominous voice. "Perfect. Impeccable. What a treat… the blood of the royal family tastes like that of Octavius." 

Noah stared in fear, trembling as the owner of the lingering voice was getting nearer. He flinched as a pair of shoes were now in front of him.

"Oh. You probably are the heir to the throne." The man says. "I shall spare you. You need to produce more and more of Octavius' kin. Your blood is my lifeline. You are… my delicacies."

"No… no…" Noah says, his voice cracking. "This c-can't be happening…"

The man leered, and then he walked away from Noah, who was staring down at the puddle of blood and his stillborn sister, bathing in it. He heard a creak from the bloodied bed, an indication of the man sitting against the mattress. 

"What age are you? I believe that is… six? Six? Ah, plus nine months for your sister… so you may be seven. I calculated; you still have fourteen or sixteen years till you reach the age to marry. Pick a suitable consort. A noble lady from the Ortfalcon line, perhaps? Or maybe some eloquent family from the house of Desfiegro—they are rising to power, I shall say say. But years from now, maybe some other noble houses may hinder their path to success. We never know. But overall, just mix a good blood to spice the taste of your child."

Noah grit his teeth, and then he lifted his gaze—only to see a blur from his tears. The corpse of his mother, her stomach cut open, was the first thing he sees. And with that he, again, burst into tears. 

He was unable to take grasp of the full appearance of his family's murderer but his silhouette, and the color of his hair. He wanted to lift his gaze once more, but he felt fear—indescribable fear and lament when he tries to move even an inch.

He could do nothing but sob.

"Don't be too sad, dear Feuerkrieger heir. With this you are the next king. And do not take it too much to the heart, for I did not only kill your family but countless others too. You may hear of me when you grow older. 'The man who committed a mass murder,' or 'the mad man who killed the royal family' and perhaps, 'the criminal of the century.'"

Silence.

"Where's my f-father?"

The man laughed heartily. "Oh, Sietrich! I spared his life so he could create more heirs, if he'd like—or mainly because I wanted him to die in vain. Hear that? I didn't kill your FAMILY after all. HOLD ON… Let me summarize this up, because this is too entertaining: Your mother was supposed to give birth today, and the king has to be in the throne room, waiting as your mother delivers your sibling—as per tradition. Nursemaids and servants in this room are killed effortlessly without noise…"

"You, the heir, barged in recklessly because of curiosity… and thus saw what I did. I may have spared you of bad memories yet you gave in to temptation—temptation to see life." The man laughed hysterically, and then stops with an eerie silence. 

"But now… you found death!" 

"NOAH!"

Noah lifted his gaze finally, and turned to the door a few meters behind him. "F-father!"

In the hand of Sietrich was the royal family's scepter, and then in his emerald-green eyes were unshed tears. He ran to pick the young Noah who was cowering in fear, hiding him behind. 

"Oh, Sietrich." The man says. "Year 1099. Not a progeny of Nightmare; no potential to use the Opus. But you can use magic, no? That scepter is passed to the kings who cannot use Opus, a modified seed. What a twist—the lessons in Magierstadt are paying off. Befriending a top student was quite a good thing to do."

"You vile Warlock…" The king says in anger and disgust. Noah, in his blurry vision, noticed his father's body shaking. Shaking in anger.

"Ah… yes. Negative adjectives. Both my soul and my body is done with them."

"Adolebitque!" Sietrich thunders, conjuring a fiery blaze to the scepter as it attacks the Warlock. "IGNIS VULNUS!" Thuds the scepter to the ground as a magic circle appears above the Warlock and sends a fire to the entirety of his body. Tears fell from Sietrich's eyes as he chants a final spell, "Ardens gladius ex Feuer!" 

"Barrier!" The king summons, as he kneels down to embrace his son to protect him. 

For a moment there was nothing but the crackling of flames, but then—

"Ah… what a cold fire." The Warlock says. "Such an insult to the Opus… if only you had blue eyes, Sietrich!"

There was a snap of a finger, with an abrupt white noise surrounding the entirety of the vast. The barrier broke into smithereens; its fragments are deteriorating light being consumed by obscurity. The fire had vanished into naught, and there stood the Warlock, who seemed to be unscathed from it all.

"B-but that's…"

"You bore me." Says the Warlock, and then with a flick of his finger, Sietrich was flung parallel to the wall on his side, leaving Noah unguarded. The boy was still on his knees, quivering from shock. He was looking down, tears still flowing nonstop from his eyes.

"You have a pair of blue eyes and a platinum-blond hair." The Warlock exclaims. "The traits that is the sign of the next inheritor of The King's Opus. But your potential is yet to be seen years from now… I can see it."

Noah raised his head to meet the Warlock's eyes. 

They were not the same color: one blood red, and one gold, slit like a cat's. He was smiling kindly as he walked, advancing towards Noah.

"Don't touch my son!"

"Ah… your name is Noah. Your name means 'Rest.'" He says. "The new era, the start of a new line. Your father ended the Ruler bloodline… which is a huge accomplishment, since Zuerst have only established a forged armistice through the years with Zweite." Says the king. "But that ends with you, doesn't it?"

The Warlock placed his hand on Noah's head.

"You shall become a great king—says a certain prophecy from the woman I once loved." He says. "A king bound to live such a short life… that is!"

"NO!"

A magical circle bursting with malevolent foundation arose into life as the Warlock mumbled phrases of demonic language. Noah screamed loud, along with his father who cried and howled in agony.

Magic circles appeared rapidly in Noah's body, in his chest was a purple light with an inscribed hexagram with a pentagram mystic sphere—eight seals appeared:

I
II
III
IV
V
VI
VII
VIII

Noah collapsed, with an inexplicable pain on his body. He coughed blood incessantly. He turned to his side to see his father, who was crawling before him. 

"N-noah…" Says Sietrich. "Noah… l-live…"

Noah, despite of the pain, wanted to hold the hand of his father. But in a span of a second, before he could hold his father's hand, which remained unresponsive—and there, Noah discerned that he was holding on to a corpse,

a father robbed of his life.

Noah screamed in all agony, as the man chuckles in delight. 

"Until we meet again, Noah." The Warlock says, grinning. "Maybe sixteen years from now, as the prophecy predicted." 

He walked towards the window, and then their eyes met. His gold and red eyes glowered at him with both pity and pleasure—and then he jumps from the window, with only Noah seeing his black hair shine against the moonlight as he vanishes into oblivion.

On a secluded mountain situated upon a kingdom known as Feuersturm, resides a seemingly trifling cabin with an unlikely duo as its inhabitant—a witch, and her apprentice who presumably comes from a clan sought after by slave traders. 

Faustina is a sixteen-year-old girl who fled the slave market with the help of a sickly witch named Eula, who later on trained her as an apprentice for the span of seven years. 

Plagued with a mysterious disease for several years, Eula died despite the efforts Faustina had exerted to cure her; in her last breath, she left an odd request behind. 

"Sustain the king's life. This is your duty. Do not adhere to the prophecy."

To which the odd plea shadowed a bizarre series of events, a consequential sentence; similar to that of a premonition. The same night the phrase was muttered, the chain of events followed:

A warlock's intrusion to their home, with a peculiar yearning to resurrect Eula from the dead...

and the king himself, asking for Faustina’s aid.

- > Photo used is RE-DRAWN by Chainslock from the manhwa: 【폭군의 번역기가 되어버렸다 | AUTHOR: 샤무아】

『The image is redrew to fit the character description. Credits to the artist for the reference photo.』

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Everyone was in shock they did not expect this to happen Ralingar was calm and spoke to Zin'gar the Ice Warlock "Zin'gar we are not here to hurt you we are on an epic quest to save the world and the six of us are the Six of Legend."
    He pointed at the Six and continued " we just need to get up the Stairs of Airgar so that we can get the Sixth Dark Ring Fragment of the Ring of Pure Evil." Zin'gar looked at Ralingar and then after a few seconds said: " you are not here for my box?"
      Ralingar shook his head and Zin'gar put his blade away and released Kai'la La'gar. He then unfroze the party and said: " I will show you the way to the pathway were the Stairs of Airgar are." Zin'gar led them down a long passageway into a corridor that winded upward into the mountain the further up they went the colder it got Zin'gar the Ice Warlock stopped at the foot of a large door made of solid ice with cravings of dragons on it Zin'gar said to the Six " this is as far as I take you behind this door is the Stairs of Iceor the Ice Giant they will lead you to top of the mountain where it is safe to continue traveling towards the Stairs of Airgar which are at the top of the mountain."


    Ralingar thanked Zin'gar the Ice Warlock for his help Zin'gar bowed and then lifted his hands and said a phase in a language that no one knew. Once he finished the giant ice doors opened revealing a long spiraling staircase the Six, Ralingar, Mariea and Dusk started up the staircase of Iceor the Ice Giant as the Six climbed the Stairs they made to the top in no time it was getting dark but they could not sleep they pressed onto the Stairs of Airgar. The Six made it to the Stairs of Airgar and as they were getting ready to climb they heard the sound of flapping wings Adam said: " Zargorwarth the Demon Lord has made his way to the mountain we have to hurry to the Sky Temple and get that Dark Ring Fragment of the Ring of Pure Evil before he does." The Six then began to quickly make there way up the Stairs of Airgar

Hundreds of years ago in the world of Tylingariea the mighty king Enji the ruler of Kal'gorrack has died, but before his death he gave his kingdom to his youngest son Calingar who was told that at some point a great and powerful evil will come to the worlds ten days from when six diffrent figures will arrive to Tylingariea to destory the evil and save the Worlds.

It wasn’t just the archdevils watching the changes in Baator. High up in the skies, Mystra looked away.

"What a pity… if the archdevils of hell were more united, this would definitely cause a huge blow to the God of Massacre…"

"Wanting those sly devils to work together is like wanting them to abide by the rules…" The God of Justice Tyr spoke up at the side. Due to the nature of his domain, he felt no goodwill towards these evil beings.

"That’s true!" Mystra laughed wryly. She obviously knew what the devils were like. Every second was spent hating on their superiors, as well as scheming to obtain greater status.

Things would’ve been alright if Asmodeus wasn’t injured, and with his prestige he would have been able to construct a joint army, however he’d been smashed back into the depths of Nessus when he was trying to stop the divine kingdom from descending. This injury arose from going against a sea of origin force, and even Asmodeus would have to spend a long time recovering.

Would Leylin let a chance like this slip by? Worry was evident in Mystra’s eyes.

"He’s now unstoppable," Tyr stated. His voice was full of helplessness, and he seemed to see how troubled Mystra was. "If it was just a lesser god at rank 8, we could’ve launched a holy war against him. As long as we didn’t mind the consumption of energy, we would’ve been able to knock him off his throne in a few centuries… Unfortunately…"

Mystra looked at Thultanthar that was within Leylin’s divine kingdom, knowing what Tyr was afraid of. They wouldn’t be scared off by a divine kingdom, nor by a great arcanist and a flying city. However, if the two were to be fused together, the power boost wasn’t just additive.

A flying city supported by a divine kingdom? Even the great arcanists of Netheril hadn’t considered such a thing!

On top of that, Leylin’s arcanist ranking was 35! Even in the Netheril Era he would’ve been at an unstoppable peak. He was an existence able to kill gods! Such a high-ranked arcanist and a flying city was a nightmare to all the gods.

Divine beings had enormous calculative abilities, and Mystra understood the price that had to be paid to wipe Leylin out, "Even a greater god will face destruction of their divine kingdom, and their divine force will be weakened to the limit. They’ll enter a coma, and who knows how many tens of thousands of years it will take to recover…"

For the gods, a greater god on the verge of falling was the tastiest prey. So here came the question. Which greater god would be so selfless as to give up their lives in order to exterminate Leylin?

Gods were all selfish. As long as they predicted any loss, they would immediately give up. This was why Tyr felt that Leylin was now unstoppable.

"Thankfully… Much of his power is caught up in Baator. With Asmodeus and the archdevils around, he’ll be stuck in a standoff for a long while. It wouldn’t be a wonder if it took thousands or tens of thousands of years…" Clearly deluding herself, Mystra could only let things go according to Leylin’s plans and lie low.

"In this time, we’ll definitely find a way to stop him!" Tyr expressed his approval of this plan. The battles of gods were always very long, and there was nothing strange about them taking millennia.

...

Third Hell, Minauros.

The intense battle had been going on for a long time. The devil hunters of the Giant Serpent Church had easily suppressed the devils, but the devils in turn possessed astounding numbers and numerous powerful beings. The battle was at a standstill.

The city of Jangling Hiter that hung above the marsh with chains had now been ruined. Countless kyton and devil hunter bodies were strewn all over the lands, quickly being devoured by the swamps.

The commander of the kyton legions, Lord Mammon’s most trusted subordinate Quimas, had already had his head cut off by Isabel, a prize of war for the devil hunters. Unfortunately, even with the help of a Dragon Warlock and a god’s avatars, their advance had been stonewalled.

That was because the Lord of Greed himself had descended in front of them, his serpentine lower half resting above the devil armies. Terrifying poison radiated from the trident in his hand, obstructing the path of the devil hunters.

If not for the holy light from Leylin’s avatar protecting the army, all the devil hunters would be dead by now, contaminated by toxins.

"The fires of greed shall burn you, and your souls shall fall into the marshes of corrosion…" Mammon waived the trident around, speaking a fatal curse.

"There’s too much nonsense from you!" Leylin’s avatar floated in mid-air, and a portal appeared just then.

*Rumble!* Spacetime fluctuated, and Thultanthar cast a massive shadow as it appeared overhead Minauros.

"Hss… Master of Gluttony, God of Massacre… Leave, or you shall be punished by the Lords of Baator!" Mammon stuck out his forked tongue, obviously frightened by the flying city and Leylin himself.

"Devil whose eyes are deceived by greed… have you not noticed yet?" Leylin descended from the flying city to look down on Mammon, "The reason I only come now is because I’ve reached an agreement with the remaining Lords. You… are to be abandoned."

"No! No!" Mammon’s body twisted in unease. Evidently, as those lords had yet to send reinforcements after all this time, a great amount of psychological pressure and discouraging thoughts were already in his mind. Now that Leylin had uncovered them, the anxiety in his mind became more apparent.

The flying city extended the Shadow Weave, counteracting Mammon’s authority as an archdevil. Divine light invaded the area.

"We’re now on equal terms, with our main bodies against each other. The winner gets everything, while the loser shall turn into sludge!" Leylin’s main body walked down from above the flying city, looking like he had a cloak of golden light around him.

A Targaryen appeared in his eyes, hissing at Mammon. Its pupils betrayed a terrifying intent to devour its target, as if it had found prey it’d been hung up on for a long time.

...

*Rumble!* Not long after, the entirety of Baator was met with a horrifying change.

The light in Dis moved to the Third Hell of Minauros, and the first three Hells began to merge into a single body that was Leylin’s divine kingdom. Besides those immediately having faith in Leylin, the devils living in there and very much against him turned into soil. The power of evil was converted into fertiliser for his divine kingdom.

A few archdevils watched these changes from the lower Hells, fear evident in their eyes but unwilling to do anything to stop it.

None of them was a match for Leylin alone, and they didn’t have someone to band around. Asmodeus was gravely injured, his coma causing intense unrest in Baator.

However, Leylin’s divine kingdom had also reached its limit after taking over three hells in total. His divine force was at a critical point, so he halted his movements. The divine light faded, allowing the many archdevils and higher existences to heave a sigh of relief.

Within the divine kingdom, Leylin who was standing on top of the flying city was clearly thrilled. Though this operation was extremely risky, he had succeeded! From hereon, even if the other Lords were to band together and resist him, he now had the means to contend with them! He also had no need to fear other gods interfering!

[Beep! Primary body’s law of devouring is in action. Comprehension of law of greed: 100%. Divine domain condensed: Greed.] The A.I. Chip’s prompts came to view.
‘It’s actually 100%… Is it because he’s a devil and we’re essentially the same, and also that the law of greed is compatible with me?’ Leylin stroked his chin, looking to his refreshed status.

[Leylin Faulen:
Race: Human(Lesser God).
Divine Name: Kukulkan, the God of Massacre.
Alignment: Lawful Evil.
Divine Domain: Massacre, Greed.
Divine Kingdom: Avernus, Dis, Minauros(Merged)
Divine Rank: 8.
Worshippers: Natives, Devils, Adventurers, Clerics.
Worshipper Alignments: True Neutral, Neutral Evil, Lawful Evil.
Arcanist Rank: 35. Strength: 29. Agility: 29. Vitality: 29. Spirit:35. Arcane Energy: 350. Divine Force: 200(800). Status: Healthy.
Feats: Herculean Strength, Master of Knowledge, Dreamscape Vision, Epic Adaptability.
Divine Feats: Origin Force Detection, Arcane Art Amplification, Illusions.
Divine Abilities: Warp Reality, Epic Massacre]
‘No rise to my divine rank?’ Leylin closed his eyes for a long while and sighed. However, he had expected such a result. He was now already a peak lesser god, and if he were to raise his rank slightly, he would become an intermediate god!

An intermediate god in the World of Gods was akin to a rank 8 Magus, grasping multiple laws and nearly immortal. The Snake Dowager, Trial’s Eye, Nefarious Filthbird and other great existences that had their names spread far across worlds were only average. How could they have advanced so easily?

"Three levels is enough. I need to keep a certain amount of divine force in case of any surprise situations. The newly-merged planes of hell and the devils also need to be reorganised…"

Leylin looked underneath Minauros, where a few archdevils looked at the divine kingdom up ahead cautiously, eyes showing their fear.

"Let’s leave things like this for now…"

Leylin smiled, and then drew up an armistice for a hundred years to the bottom layers of hell. Those devil archdukes must be eager for that.



Leylin is transported from an advanced technological era into a medieval world— except there’s magic. Equipped with only his quick wits and an A.I. chip fused to his soul, he sets out to become the most powerful magus the world has ever known. In a land divided into the Light and Dark Magi, the weak can either be cattle or disposable slaves. Only the strong can determine their lives, and only they have the luxury for virtue. Yet strength is only a tool for Leylin, like any other. His goal, in the end, is his own.

Translator’s desc:
What happens when a scientist from a futuristic world reincarnates in a World of Magic and Knights?

An awesome MC — that’s what happens!

A scientist’s goal is to explore the secrets of the universe, and this is exactly what Leylin sets out to do when he is reincarnated. Dark, cold and calculating, he makes use of all his resources as he sets off on his adventures to meet his goal.

Face? Who needs that… Hmmm… that guy seems too powerful for me to take on now… I better keep a low profile for now.

You want me to help you? Sure… but what benefit can I get out of it? Nothing? Bye. 

Hmmm… that guy looks like he might cause me problems in the future. Should I let him off for now and let him grow into someone that can threaten me….. Nahhh. *kill*

Magic Synthesis.

It is as what it say.

From the word itself, it is the combination of the culmination being achieved in Ken Mercer's vast array of different magics.

He can will any magic to combine into perfect harmony, creating a new type of magic never before witness in the eyes of the people of Kalas.

And at this very moment, Ken has synthesized two bloodline magic, adding in his already impressive arsenal of magic.

Now eyeing the Arch-Vampire from above like a worm ready to be crushed, Ken in his new form descended on the ground, his Draconian face smirking at the exhiriliating aura of power that he is currently emmiting.

Vlad could not believe at what he just witness, this.... whatever he is, he just seemingly mix the flames of the Dragon and the Blood Magic of the Vampire into one, creating a new type of magic.

"You, you are indeed no ordinary magus. It seems that beating you will indeed be significantly harder."

The Arch-Vampire's eyes twitch at seeing Ken laughing at him in response, the magus of Infinity looking to be amused.

"Beating me? Ah you still thought about that? Very well, let me show you-"

In a flash that is beyond measure, Ken suddenly closed the distance between the both of them as Vlad could not even react at the absurdity that is Ken's speed, exceeding everything even by Vampiric standards.

"-how futile such thinking is."

Ken in instant grabbed Vlad in a choke, as the latter struggled to break free from the death pressing grasp as claws started to sink at the Demon-Vampire's vurnerable nape.

"Hmm, I wonder what else my magic is capable of?"

As he wills it, something vile is injected inside Vlad's neck, the Demon-Vampire now feeling an intense burning pain of incalculable standards.

Vlad expressed pure unadulterated suffering at the hands of the Dragon-Vampire hybrid as the latter let loose a sadistic smirk.

"In case your feeble ego is wondering, I've injected Dragonfire and Blood magic inside your system. Thus I can control the flow of your blood as it burns violently inside with Dragonfire. A suitable revenge for stabbing me earlier is it not?"

Then the Hybrid pondered, his bloody onslaught still on the go.

"Dragon fire and Blood Magic hmm... Perhaps I'll call it... Bloodfire. A fitting name do you agree?"
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"Remarkable, simply outstanding..." 

Witnessing the scene, Miabi could not help but be overawed at such grand spectacle, her legs shivering in anticipation and lust at the power being radiated by the Magus of Infinity.

The Circle of Ken could not also believe at what they are seeing, their master, Ken Mercer is capable of such legendary feat.

Heck even Peter, the conscious one of his childhood friends, the one who has known him the most was also staring his friend in disbelief.

"What, what is this?! It seemed to look like my Dragonus but at the same also different." Anna eyed Ken in wonder.

Glacia agreed with the Dragon girl as she nodded "Yes and it seems I can also sense something other in him... the stench of the dead."

"Woah what happen with you Ice hag?" Anna turned her attention to her childhood friend, the latter's appearance being undeathly in nature as she assumed paler skin, violet pupils with black sclera in her eyes and the Icy chilling aura, ever more powerful than before.

"I, I'm not sure but all I know is that it seems I feel... dead and I can sense others of similar nature, hence reason why I'm sensing Sir Ken like never before."

Anna merely acknowledge the information with a nod, as more matters at hand still needs rectifying in this situation.

"Fufufu, it seems you have exceeded my expectations!!!! such power flowing right into your very veins Ken Mercer!!!!" Miabi said as she called the Magus of Infinity's attention.
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Ken felt that the Demon-Vampire seemed to have enough as he cancelled his magic and discarded the latter's scarred body away in front of Miabi.

'Tsk he seemed to prove a lot resillient than I thought. My magic may be powerful but my mana still has limits. I should resolve that issue as quick as I can if I ever hope to contain such tremendous magic in my arsenal.'

Ken then shifted back to his human form, his upper uniform torn to shreds revealing his chiseled mascular body for the women to oggle at.

"Your pet needs healing by the way." Ken Mercer merely stated at the Warlock pointing at the Demon-Vampire's body.

Expecting to see a rather shocked expression, Miabi instead smirked in response as she closed her eyes and nodded in understanding.

"You are indeed the Magus of Infinity. Very well, I concede."

The circle is definitely shocked by what the Warlock just said.

"W-wait? Just like that?!! Aren't you an evil Warlock trying to kidnap Ken here?!!" Ana shouted as she was definitely expecting a frustrated bitch cursing at the ground but instead all she got is a smiling girl who looked like reaching some sort of enlightenment.

So much for her revenge...

"Oh, you misunderstood me girl of the Dragon blood. All I want is Ken on my side and of course in order to witness his true potential, I have to re-enact a life-threatening scene that will force him to do so." Miabi said this time her demeanor shifted in a friendly manner.

Ken nodded as he understood and said "Then Ana's demonic possession..."

"Was also part of my plan. To further validate my evil persona. I apologize for that by the way." Miabi said as she faced Ana, bowing in a curtsy manner.

"Hmph, Whatever..." The Dragon girl merely crossed her arms in annoyance.

"WHAT A FASCINATING SCENE INDEED."

They all suddenly heard a demonic voice, one that would pale in comparison to a thousand demons combined as marked by its otherworldly tone that truly defines evil at its finest.

"S-sis..." The Warlock stared at the new figure, her face in a state of utter shock at the woman who have just arrived.

"But... but why would your very own father do that to you?" Ling Ai wondered as she was hearing something new and she's unfamiliar with.

"Because he's the Devil... To make you understand how evil he is, I'll tell you one of the things he had done. He molested a princess from one of his countries. I myself, if compared to him, is like a seed incapable of doing anything on par to his evilness. He was renowned the Most Evil Emperor of all the continents because he is at the vertex of potential devils of the darkness."

"He... He molested a princess?! Then what happened." Ling Ai was shocked by what she heard and had goosebumps on her skin.

"Yes, he is every evil you can think of. Of course, the parents of the princess forced her to spill out the truth because they knew that her change of behavior was unusual. And then the princess can't keep it for long, she finally told them what happened. I knew all of it as I'm in the same estate with my father and he kept talking about it to his Emperor friends. 

When the King and Queen of that country knew what happened, they formed an army to attempt throwing the Emperor out of his position. But my father didn't bother his attention to them and ordered the ambassadors of the four black countries to relay a message to eradicate them all. But an ambassador asked my father as he was reclining on his throne, what do they do about the King and Queen? Then my father smirked and added an order to spare the Queen and bring her to him. And now, he turned the Queen of that country to be his slave and pleasure doll."

Zhuanxu YeBai was frowning upon the thought of his father's evildoings. While Ling Ai...she ran away to the bushes and vomited. 

"He is evil! He is the devil! He is a trash! He is the Most Evil Emperor! I want to kill a man like your father. I'm sorry Zhuanxu YeBai but if I have every chance to just strike his heart I would definitely do that! How dare he live without guilt? Does he have any conscience left yet?" Ling Ai's boiling anger expressed in a ranting utterance.

"Yes, I understand you Ling Ai. That was also my plan but I failed. The reason why I came to Raven country and check that hidden cave you and old man Zhang Mo hid is that my father told me to go there."

"You idiot! Why would you believe your father? Such a loathsome existence! I thought you knew him better than anyone? Why would you-" Ling Ai can't stop but to feel furiously angry to Zhuanxu YeBai's father but he interrupted her.

"Ling Ai! Listen first... My father thought that from the very start, I followed his path to be evil. And I also thought he wouldn't find out my act. Since I was young, my goal was already to stop his reign together with his friends and their evildoings. It-it disgusts me! It let me feel nauseous all the time, and I even vomited countless times at the estate when I was young, because of that I was called the feeble prince. But I got used to it as I grow up, witnessing his evildoings in my very own eyes. My animosity towards him also grow deeper from time to time but I hid it from him.

I appear to be an obedient son on the outside but I really wanted to kill him deep within my conscience. In fact, I've already killed him a thousand times in my mind. I've asked my father a question about our family, to be specific, I've asked him where's my mother is. He paused for a while and offered me a gentle smile and answered my question. And that's where I end up finding that hidden cave in the Raven country. Because what my father told me is that there's a golden orange pearl held by a red dragon's hand inside the hidden cave and if I absorbed the power within it, I can open a portal that will lead me to where my mother is." 

Zhuanxu YeBai asserted why he followed what his father told him.

"And that's where you got fooled? But still, I can't imagine how strong your father is. You're at the peak of the Martial arts world, right? If you're a Martial arts Grandmaster already then what is your father?" Ling Ai sighed and was curious.

"You dumb nutshell! Don't make me laugh. Me? A Martial arts Grandmaster? And who told you that it was the peak of the Martial arts world?" Zhuanxu YeBai twitched his brow.

"What do you mean? It's what my old man Zhang Mo told me." Ling Ai bit her nether lip and was surprised as she was about to hear a new revelation.

"Hey..." Zhuanxu YeBai pointing his index. 

"What is it? Are they already here to catch you?! I'm using the eyes of divinity but I don't see anyone near us within one kilometer." Ling Ai got nervous looking left and right after something draw Zhuanxu YeBai's attention. 

"You're biting it... My lips." 

"What? Biting your lips? Biting.. Lips.. Your..." Ling Ai realized that she is not inside her own body and she is inside Zhuanxu YeBai's. So Ling Ai biting it is like biting his. 

_pew pew! 

Ling Ai feigned spitting. 

"You bonehead! Of course, I didn't mean it. I mean, I didn't realize-... I forgot that this is not my body. Why are you going off the topic? Are you even serious about this!" Ling Ai glared at Zhuanxu YeBai. 

"Yes, I'm most serious about this. That's why I'm gonna miss you because after I trained you for one month, you will go on your own with the mission I'll be giving you." Zhuanxu YeBai had a despairing look on his face. "I can't believe I'm leaving this all to you alone. I can't stop myself from worrying but I don't want to hinder the eyes of divinity choosing you."

"Miss me... Umm.. So, what is really the mission you're giving me? If the eyes of divinity chose me, then you have no choice but to just have trust and hope on me, right?"

"Yes, everything. I will entrust everything to you. You may be alone on your journey. But remember, I'm working with you in the shadows. My father thought I was dead, as it is written in history books that when one was hit by the ancient legendary seal, they will surely be vaporized. I was still lucky enough that I withstand its power and just ended up this way. That's why I'll use this chance to bring downfall to my father's reign."

Zhuanxu YeBai in deep thought while touching his chin. 

"But how? Do you really believe that I'm enough to defeat him?" Ling Ai wondered as to why Zhuanxu YeBai seems determined to his plan.

"You're mission is to enter the Celestine lands country and be the strongest Martial artist of the Most Evil Emperor's empire. Your final decisive challenge throughout the mission will be entering the Celestine lands country. 

Do you have what it takes to be worthy in entering that place? A black tier country. That's what you'll have to work out before you achieve being the strongest Martial artist in Floresia continent! You'll start from the lowest, learn, grow, and absorb everything you can to be the strongest."

"But...how can I even do that? All I know right now is the Martial arts apprentice Basic body foundation stance and Martial arts Basic element absorption skill. It seems very impossible, I don't know what to think nor what to do." Ling Ai shook her head and shrugged.

"Ling Ai, you may not have noticed it but you are talented. And you're wrong, you already achieved peak body foundation stance. You're already at Martial arts apprentice peak level now. If I train you for one month, your cultivation will rise by leaps and bounds as your master is already at the Spiritual realm."

"What is Spiritual realm? My eyes are reacting to what you're saying, it feels like immense chi is about to explode within me. What is this? What is going on to me Zhuanxu YeBai?" Ling Ai widened her eyes as she felt immense chi inside her body and it was unstable.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that the eyes of divinity do not only see at least two kilometers far, it also hears the sound clearly from the vision your eyes can reach. But it also reacts and enhances everything your body does. Like when you're emitting chi, it will help to multiply your chi, and if you meditate, it will make your cultivation grow faster. For the rest, discover it yourself. Heavenly treasure Eyes of Divinity has limitless power."

"I see, I feel great and so light. This heavenly treasure you gave is so powerful. I can't thank you enough Zhuanxu YeBai." Ling Ai felt grateful to receive such a powerful Heavenly treasure and experience immense power actively circling inside her. 

Ling Ai thought she was undeserving of such great power. Because she didn't really believe that the eyes of divinity chose her. 

"Don't thank me Ling Ai. The chance of completing your mission is only 10%, but if you manage to master the power that dwells inside the eyes of divinity then I can assure you. You will have a 98% chance to complete your mission."

"Woah! I'm amazed but why do I only have 98% chance to complete the mission even when I happen to master the power of the eyes of divinity?"  Ling Ai's eyebrows arched. 

"Because you're not beautiful." 

"What did you just said?! I can't hear it you haughty bear!" Ling Ai looked Zhuanxu YeBai with arms akimbo. 

"Haha, I just wanted to see your reaction. I included the possibility that various threat may hinder or delay your mission. Also the stronghold's council, martial courtyards, spiritual tier capitals, and internal disputes that may cause unexpected circumstances. But all of that only if you master the power of the eyes of divinity. So if you can't master it, the chance of your mission's success will be down to 30%. 

I'm not underestimating your talents Ling Ai. I just want to say the truth, because I know different kinds of Monsters inside the Celestine lands country. And my father, he is not just the ruler but he is also the strongest of them all." 

Zhuanxu YeBai expecting Ling Ai to be anxious, but he was surprised seeing Ling Ai's unflinching courage.

"I'll give my very best to achieve that 98% chance of completing my mission as my gratitude to you Master. Now that I've known who you really are and what your father is, it makes me want to defeat the true Evilest Emperor of Floresia continent. But what do you mean about what you said earlier Zhuanxu YeBai? The Spiritual realm."

"I know you will, Ling Ai. You're my first disciple and also the first one I've told my plans so know that I trust you completely. I Zhuanxu YeBai, your Master is already at the Heavenly realm of warlocks or also known as Heavenly Warlock." 

"WHAT?! Y-you are a Heavenly warlock? There's something greater above the Martial artist Grandmaster level? I even thought that achieving Martial artist Grandmaster seems impossible already." Ling Ai was completely fascinated by Zhuanxu YeBai and looked at him in awe.

"Martial artist Grandmaster level is the peak of Martial arts? Who made that rumor, I'll turn that person into ashes."

"..." Ling Ai stared at him intently. 

"Jesting..." Zhuanxu YeBai turned his face and muttered. 

"Ahem! Ling Ai, as my disciple I want you to know the huge difference between a Martial arts Grandmaster and a Heavenly Warlock. Think of the Martial arts Grandmaster as a cub..."

"Uhmm... And you're the bear?"

"No, I'm the dragon that will swallow the bear whole. Do you now get it?" Zhuanxu YeBai had smug look on his face. 

"No, why did you skip the hierarchy? It means you are the stronger haughty bear because the weaker cub is the Martial arts Grandmaster, right?" Ling Ai acted intelligently and imitates Zhuanxu YeBai's smug look. 

_sigh

"Sometimes I regret that the eyes of divinity chose you to become my first disciple because you seem to enjoy being dull-witted as a hobby. But I'm not really worried because I know I can change you. Ahem! 

Again, I'm the dragon, a Heavenly Warlock. A baby Grandmaster represents the cub. So, what represents a bear? It is the lower cultivation rank before reaching my level, the Heavenly Warlock. And I'll be your Master to turn you one, or even greater than what I reached, Ling Ai."

The young woman Ling Ai that lives at the poorest rural area in Raven country meets the Most Evil Emperor at the doorstep of her house. She didn't revere him at all because of the emperor's haughtiness and he looks at her with disdain.

All she thought was like what did she do?

Ling Ai was the only person in the country who stood her ground and didn't kowtow at all at the presence of the Most Evil Emperor at her doorstep.

"What was that 'Evil Monster' doing here?"

It was the first time that someone didn't tremble in fear at the presence of the Most Evil Emperor. Because of this, the Emperor that was about to cast Heavenly arts land destruction to what he found as 'filthy place' full of destitute people, stopped as he was stunned that someone in Raven country didn't acknowledge his presence and even stood tall in front of him.

The Most Evil Emperor was amused and said,

"I'll be around these filthy areas for 10 days. Don't worry I won't destroy it. But, I'll give you 10 days to hide yourself or run as far as you can. Do anything you want. As long as I don't get to see you. This place will not be destroyed for the next 10 years."

Suddenly, he vanished in the shadows after the warning he told to Ling Ai. 


What journey awaits her? Is it devastation of the place where she lives or death at the corner of her life? 

Or will she finally level her way up in cultivation to be the Strongest Martial Artist? 
Was their meeting what we call destiny? 

Endeavor the story of the young woman who stood tall at the presence of the Most Evil Emperor!

¶THIS STORY IS ESPECIALLY COMPATIBLE FOR WOMEN AND REAL MEN. IF YOU ARE NOT SURE WHAT YOU ARE THEN FIND OUT BY INDULGING YOURSELF TO THIS YOUNG LADY'S ROMANTIC ADVENTURE STORY.¶

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Story by: Xenovraise
Cover art: Xenovraise 
Editor: Xenovraise 

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