Chapter 491 - Don't see him within me
"You've done it. You've mastered the [Cyclone Stance]. I never thought I'd say this, but you're on par with me now—at least when it comes to the [Tempest Fang]. But don't think this is the end."
I wiped the sweat from my brow, my chest heaving as I tried to steady my breathing. The sting of fatigue was present, but there was also a sense of accomplishment coursing through me. Dakota's words rang in my ears—words I'd been striving to hear for weeks now.
But I knew better than to let my guard down, even after such praise.
"I know this isn't the end," I said. "This is just the beginning. There's still so much more to learn, to master."
After all, while I had mastered the [Tempest Fang], it was most likely the beginning stages of an art. Or at least, the art was not of a higher grade.
That was to be expected. After all, if not, it would not be easy to master such an art in just three weeks.
"You brat…..Don't be serious all the time."
SWOOSH!
Her hand approached me at a rapid speed, trying to slap me from my back. But there was no way I would let her hit me like this.
'It hurts like hell.'
Since it hurt.
Dakota grinned as she watched me dodge her attempted slap. "You're getting quicker," she said with a smirk. "But don't get too cocky. I'll let it slide for today since you've graduated for the time being."
I gave a small nod, still catching my breath. Despite the exhaustion, there was a sense of satisfaction in knowing I had reached this milestone.
Dakota glanced at her watch, noting the time. "It's 7:24 A.M.," she said thoughtfully. "We've been at it for hours. I think it's time to rest a little."
I raised an eyebrow. "Rest?"
She chuckled. "You've earned it. How about we hit the baths? You could use a good soak after all that training."
I blinked, slightly taken aback. "Bath?"
"Indeed," Dakota confirmed with a grin. "There's a specialized bath for Wardens. It's designed for comfort. Consider it a reward."
Dakota was a warden, so it made sense that she would be awarded specifically for her achievements and her contributions.
It seems a special bath was one of those.
"You do know, you are basically inviting me to your home, right?"
"I do. But so what?"
"Is there a problem?" Dakota asked, her expression genuinely puzzled.
I studied her face and body language, realizing she truly didn't have a clue about the implications of her words. There was no teasing or ulterior motive behind her invitation—it was just a straightforward offer from someone who didn't overthink such things.
I inwardly sighed, wondering if Dakota was really this much of a blockhead because she hadn't socialized much or if she hadn't socialized much because she was a blockhead. The answer seemed nearly impossible to find.
Shaking my head, I decided not to dwell on it. "No problem," I said, somehow feeling like my lips were twitching. "Let's go."
Dakota nodded, satisfied with my response, and continued leading the way. As we walked, I couldn't help but think about how someone as strong and skilled as her could also be so oblivious at times. It was oddly endearing in its own way.
Dakota led me to her quarters, and as we stepped inside, it was immediately clear that her living space was a far cry from the trainee rooms. While not excessively luxurious, it was certainly more spacious and refined. The furniture was sleek, the decor minimalist yet stylish, and the overall atmosphere was one of quiet strength—a reflection of Dakota herself.
"Welcome to my place," she said casually, as if inviting people over was a regular occurrence for her. Somehow, I doubted that.
I took a moment to look around. The room had a different dimension, yet it was cool in its simplicity. It was clear that Dakota valued functionality over extravagance, but there was still a certain elegance to it.
"This is where you live?" I asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.
"Yep," she replied, walking over to a sleek console. "It's not much, but it's comfortable. Here, let me show you around."
She gave me a quick tour, pointing out the various rooms and features. The place was well-equipped, with everything she needed for both work and relaxation. It had an air of professionalism mixed with a hint of personal taste, though I could tell that Dakota hadn't spent too much time fussing over the details.
After the tour, she led me to the bath area. It was larger and more elaborate than I expected, with a calming ambiance created by soft lighting and the gentle sound of flowing water. The bath itself was a spacious, sunken pool filled with clear, inviting water that seemed to shimmer slightly with a faint energy.
"Make yourself comfortable," Dakota said as she accessed a panel on the wall. "I'll order some food. You've earned it."
I watched as she tapped a few commands into the panel, using her credits to order what I assumed were special dishes. It was strange seeing her in this domestic setting, but I couldn't deny the appeal of a good meal and a relaxing bath after our intense training.
Once she finished placing the order, she turned back to me with a grin. "You ready?"
Before I could answer, she stepped into the bath, her clothes shimmering and retracting into a bracelet on her wrist. I followed suit, my own clothes following the same transformation as I entered the warm water.
Despite the practical nature of our attire, it was still a bit surreal to be sharing a bath with Dakota. The water was soothing, and I could feel the tension in my muscles starting to ease. It was a rare moment of calm, something I hadn't experienced in a while.
Dakota settled into the water, leaning back against the edge with a contented sigh. "This is the life," she said, closing her eyes. "Training hard, then relaxing like this. Can't ask for much more."
I couldn't help but agree. "It's definitely a nice change of pace."
She opened one eye, looking at me with a smirk. "So, what do you think? Not bad, right?"
"Not bad at all," I admitted, feeling the warmth of the water seep into my bones. "Thanks for inviting me."
She waved off my thanks as if it was no big deal. "You've earned it, Astron. Plus, it's nice to have some company for once."
"You seem lonely when you speak like that."
Dakota chuckled softly at my remark, her eyes reflecting a hint of wistfulness. "You're not wrong. It has been a while since I've had company like this. Missions are different, you know? Everything is professional and focused. You're surrounded by people, but it's not the same as having someone you can just… relax with."
I tilted my head slightly, considering her words. "Someone like me? Don't you go on missions with other teams? I figured you'd have plenty of opportunities to connect with others."
She nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I do, but it's not the same. When I'm on a mission, it's all about the objective. The units change frequently, and everyone's focused on the job. There's no time for anything personal. But here…" She gestured to the bath and the cozy setting of her quarters.
"Here, it's different. We've been training together every morning for three weeks. It's not just about the mission; it's about growth, about pushing each other to be better."
I understood what she meant. The intensity of our training sessions had created a bond, a sense of camaraderie that was hard to find in the impersonal environment of missions.
"So, you're saying I should prepare myself for that when I start going on missions?"
She smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Yeah. Missions are tough. You'll work with people you might never see again. You'll be in high-stress situations where you can't afford to let your guard down. It's not like this, where you have the time to build connections."
The idea of constantly changing teams and the lack of stability wasn't entirely surprising, but hearing it from Dakota made it feel more real. "Sounds like a lonely life."
"It can be," she admitted, her voice softer now. "But it's also necessary. We do what we have to do to keep the world safe. But when you do find those rare moments of connection like this, you learn to appreciate them."
I leaned back in the water, letting her words sink in.
'There are people with all those different goals in life….'
Somehow, looking at her like that, I once again was reminded of my reasons. With all this constant training I had over these past three weeks, I had forgotten about it a little.
At least, it was safe to say that I was able to get rid of my thoughts.
I had lived all my life for the sake of revenge, at least up to this point. But, recently, I was feeling a little different…
It was hard to put into words.
"Do you miss it? Having more consistent connections, I mean?" I asked, curious about how she truly felt.
Dakota was quiet for a moment, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as if searching for the right words. "Sometimes," she said finally. "But I made my choice a long time ago. I chose to dedicate myself to this life, to this cause. And I don't regret it. But yeah, there are times when I miss the simplicity of just… being with people.
Not as comrades or teammates but as friends."
Her eyes somehow contained a sadness as she looked into my eyes. And then, she suddenly stood up, spilling the water around the bath.
As Dakota stood up from the water, her movements slow and deliberate, I could see the water glistening on her skin, highlighting the defined muscles earned from years of intense training. There was something in her gaze, something ignited—a mix of desire, longing, and perhaps a trace of something deeper, something unresolved.
I'd seen that look before. It wasn't unfamiliar to me. It was the gaze of someone searching for something they'd lost, something they were trying to find in another person.
Dakota stepped closer, the distance between us shrinking. Her bracelet should have activated, covering her body as it had done before, but it didn't. It was as if she was doing it on purpose, letting her guard down in a way I hadn't expected.
The naked body was laid bare right before me as if to tempt me. It was, indeed, tempting as her body was sculpted by an artist.
At least, that would be for a normal person.
Her approach was slow, almost hesitant, as if testing the waters—both literally and figuratively. Her eyes, though intense, carried a sadness, a desire for connection, for something more than the life she had chosen.
But as she neared me, something inside me told me to stop her, not out of discomfort or fear but because I could see the truth in her eyes. This wasn't about me; it was about someone else, someone she was trying to find in me.
"Stop," I said.
She paused, her eyes widening slightly as if surprised by my words.
I didn't let my gaze waver, keeping my eyes locked on hers, refusing to let them drift to her exposed form.
"I don't know who that person is," I continued, my tone steady. "But you should stop seeing him in me. You should let it go."
Those words were for both her and me.
'I should stop seeing her in other people as well.'
Chapter 492 - Don't see him within me (2)
Whenever I looked at people in the past or became closer to them, I felt a subtle feeling. It was as if, when such things happened, that scene would always come and haunt me.
Since, in kindness, I was reminded of her.
In happiness, I was reminded of her….
In friendship and bonds, I was reminded of her….
Losing someone was not an easy thing; I knew that very well. For all that time, those memories had constantly haunted me.
That was why, to forget that, to forget my weakness, to forget how useless I was at that time, I devoted myself to my training.
No, being devoted was not the right choice of words. I got obsessed with training, and I still am. Since, when my mind is free, I could not help but remember how it was.
I still dream about those times….But, recently, it was a little different. The reason is evident. I finally came to accept that there were people surrounding me.
At the very least, some people showed concern. For a certain someone, we started on a bad footing, and for another certain someone, I received unrequited favors.
That person did not expect anything from me, yet helped me.
How did I repay?
I did my best, but at the same time, I was not honest.
Since I saw 'her' in that certain person.
That was why, from the start, I knew there was something that had happened in Dakota's past. She had likely lost someone dear to her, and the pain of that loss still lingered just beneath the surface. I could see it in the way her expression had changed when I first revealed my [Weapon Master] occupation. It was just three weeks ago, during our first encounter.
I remember the way her eyes had flickered, a brief but unmistakable flash of something—pain, longing, maybe even regret. It was a subtle change, but being as observant as I am, I didn't miss it. Her body language told me what I needed to know. Her shoulders tensed, and for just a fraction of a second, she seemed to be somewhere else entirely, lost in a memory.
That fleeting moment was enough to reveal the truth. There was a story there, something buried deep in her past that she hadn't let go of. I didn't push her about it, of course. It wasn't my place, and we were just getting to know each other. But the signs were clear—she had lost someone, someone who might have shared the same path as me, someone who had been a [Weapon Master] as well.
As our training progressed, I kept those observations in mind. I saw how she pushed me, how she seemed almost desperate to mold me, to see me succeed. It was more than just a mentor guiding a disciple. It was as if she was trying to make up for something, to fill a void left by that person she lost.
And now, as she stood before me, her vulnerability laid bare; it all made sense. She wasn't seeing me for who I truly was. She was seeing the ghost of someone else, projecting her unresolved feelings onto me.
"Stop," I had said, not just for her sake but for mine as well.
I couldn't let her see that person in me, just as I couldn't keep seeing 'her' in others. It wasn't fair to the person that was being projected.
Not only was it fair, but it was also disgusting. Now that I am in that same position, I can easily say that it is not a good feeling.
Dakota's eyes widened at my words, and I could see the realization dawning on her. She paused, the intense expression in her eyes softening as if she, too, was beginning to understand.
For a moment, the only sound was the gentle ripple of the water around us. Dakota's gaze dropped, and she took a step back as if the weight of my words had finally sunk in.
"You're right," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I…. I am so-"
I shook my head slightly, not needing an apology. "There's nothing to apologize for. But whatever you're holding onto… it's time to let it go."
She nodded slowly, the sadness in her eyes giving way to a quiet acceptance. She was starting to see it, starting to understand that clinging to the past was not something that she should do.
But, well, it was not that easy to deal with things like these alone. I had noticed it myself after all this time.
You can even say it took me long enough.
I watched as Dakota's expression shifted, the realization of what she had been doing settling in. Her posture, once confident and commanding, now seemed smaller, more vulnerable. It was clear she was struggling to process everything that had just happened.
"You know," I began, keeping my tone gentle but direct, "maybe it would help if you found another way to release your pent-up desires. Especially considering how tense you look right now."
Dakota blinked, her brows furrowing slightly in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice still soft, uncertain.
I didn't say anything at first, just let my eyes drop to her body—a subtle but clear enough indication of what I meant. Her gaze followed mine, and it was as if a light bulb went off in her head. A flush of red crept up her neck and cheeks as she quickly pushed her body back into the bath, the water splashing around her as she tried to hide herself.
She buried her face in her hands, clearly embarrassed by the realization of what she had been doing. "I… I didn't mean… I wasn't thinking," she stammered, her voice muffled by her hands.
I couldn't help but remember a certain girl who put up such a strong front but would embarrass herself instantly.
"It's fine. But yeah, it's a bit creepy, considering I'm younger. A lot younger."
If I had not understood what kind of situation she was in and the amount of effort that she had spent for me, I would have cut her most likely.
But there is no need to have such thoughts for now.
Dakota groaned in embarrassment, sinking deeper into the water as if she could disappear entirely. "I can't believe I did that," she muttered, clearly reprimanding herself.
Seeing her like this was a strange contrast to the strong, composed figure she usually presented. It reminded me that even someone as tough as Dakota had her own vulnerabilities and moments of weakness.
"Hey," I said, my tone softer now, "we all have moments where we lose our heads. Don't beat yourself up over it."
Dakota lifted her head slightly, just enough to peek at me with one eye, still red-faced. "Yeah, well… still, I should've known better."
"Maybe," I agreed. "But it happens. Just… try to find a healthier outlet next time."
"A better outlet?"
"Yes, a better one. With how you look, you can find it easily."
"That….."
It seems there really was a reason why she had invited me here. Looking at how she looked red, I could easily see that she indeed did not know the relationships between man and woman.
Dakota's face turned a deep shade of red as the realization hit her, her embarrassment only intensifying. She was clearly struggling to process everything, and her usual confident demeanor was nowhere to be found.
"You really didn't know, did you?" I asked, my tone both amused and a bit sympathetic.
She buried her face in her hands, clearly mortified. "I honestly didn't realize… I just thought…"
I couldn't help but chuckle, shaking my head slightly. "Next time you invite someone to your place for a bath, you might want to be a bit more careful. Most people would take it… differently."
Dakota's eyes widened as she connected the dots, her earlier confusion now replaced with shock. "That's what you meant when you asked if it was okay… Oh, no wonder you looked at me like that!"
I nodded. "Yeah. I figured you didn't mean anything by it, but still… you might want to be more mindful."
She groaned again, her face practically glowing with embarrassment. "I'm such an idiot…"
"Not an idiot," I corrected. "Just… a bit naive about some things. But that's okay. We all have our blind spots."
Dakota slowly lowered her hands, her face still flushed but a bit calmer now. "I've never been good with… this kind of stuff. Relationships, I mean. My life's been about training, missions, and duty. The rest… I guess I never really thought about it."
"Which is fine," I reassured her. "But just remember, not everyone you meet will be as understanding. You don't want to send the wrong signals."
She nodded, clearly taking my words to heart. "I'll be more careful from now on. Thanks, Astron. For… everything."
For some reason, I felt like the master and the disciple had changed at that moment, but well, that was fine.
RING!
And thankfully, just at that moment, the meal arrived, breaking this weird atmosphere.
*******
After the awkward moment with Dakota and the subsequent talk, I found myself with some free time. The weight of the past few weeks of training was still lingering on me, but it felt good to have made so much progress.
Having completed my training in the Axe, Spear, and Greatsword, I couldn't say I had mastered these weapons, but I had definitely grasped the basics. I knew how to control my body to adapt to them, which was the most important part, especially with the Everchanging Glyph working to optimize my form for each weapon.
I leaned back in my room, scrolling through some magic-related documents on my device. My interest in magic had always been there, but it wasn't something I focused on as much as my combat skills. Now that I had a bit of time, it seemed like a good opportunity to broaden my understanding.
As I flipped through pages on various spells and their applications, a notification popped up on my screen. It was a message from Reina.
[Reina: Meet me in this place. We need to talk.]
The message was brief, and Reina's tone was serious, even through the text. I knew better than to ignore such a request.
Closing the documents, I stood up, stretching a bit to shake off the slight fatigue that was settling in.
Whatever Reina wanted to discuss, it was likely important.
I left my room and made my way toward the northern courtyard. The corridors were quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of the facility replaced by a more subdued atmosphere. Well, at this hour, most of the trainees were still in training. It was Sunday, but there were no moments to rest.
The place was a wide-open space, dimly lit by the ambient lights that lined the edges. Reina was already there, her posture relaxed but her gaze sharp as she watched me approach.
"You are here."
She said, looking at me. She looked like she came from outside.
"The things that you had requested are here."
Chapter 493 - Rewards
When I first came here, Reina had called me to say that I had a special [Eye], and that was the reason why the organization was interested in me.
That was why I came here with anticipation and, at some point, was expecting things related to my abilities. With how Reina taught me and everything, I knew the groundwork was getting laid constantly.
As I approached Reina, I noticed the slight chill in the air, confirming my suspicion that she had just come from outside. Her expression was calm, but there was an edge to it, something purposeful.
"You are here," she said, her voice steady as she glanced at me. "The things that you requested are here."
I nodded, recalling the information I had been given about the rewards system within the organization.
After completing each stage in the [Chamber of Deception], I was told that I would receive rewards based on my performance. It was a way for the organization to assess and rank trainees, determining their potential and growth.
Apparently, the [Chamber of Deception] wasn't just a training ground—it was a place where the true capabilities of an eye user could be understood and discerned. That place was where the organization would train Wardens and others.
'A place with the special [Authority].'
Even the area where Reina had trained me with Psion lines didn't come close to the level of the [Chamber of Deception]. That place wasn't just about physical or mental training—it was about unlocking the deeper potential within those who possessed special abilities, like my [Eyes].
I had been sent there because Reina accepted it, something that made her believe I was ready to face the challenges within.
Her judgment was validated when I completed the first five stages in just two weeks. But when I wanted to push forward and challenge the sixth stage, I learned that the chamber wasn't just a linear progression.
Each set of five stages formed a block, with a significant increase in difficulty after each fifth stage. These blocks weren't just milestones—they were gateways to a higher level of understanding and ability.
Reina didn't let me challenge the sixth stage, not because she doubted my ability but because she knew that rushing into it without proper preparation could be disastrous.
In any case, the organization had promised rewards for those who succeeded in the chamber. For the first four stages, which were considered minor stages, I received credits and the opportunity to make a special request. These were valuable in their own right, but they were nothing compared to what was promised for completing a major stage.
The fifth stage, a major stage, was different. It tested not just my physical and mental limits but also the very essence of my [Eyes]. It was a stage where my understanding of reality, perception, and the underlying structures of the world were pushed to their breaking points.
And for that, the reward was equally significant.
But I am curious. Why have you requested a [Moonstone]?" Reina asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied me.
I knew this question would come. The [Moonstone] wasn't just an ordinary resource; it was rare, valuable, and held properties that most in the organization wouldn't fully understand.
"The [Moonstone] is important to me," I replied, keeping my tone even and measured.
Reina raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting more of an explanation. But I wasn't ready to reveal everything just yet. Some things were better kept to myself, especially considering the unique nature of my abilities and the visions I had been experiencing.
In truth, the request for [Moonstone] stemmed from a recent realization, one that tied directly to the vision I had seen during my training. The figure that had appeared to me, bathed in the ethereal glow, was a clue—a message from my subconscious or perhaps from something deeper.
His hands and legs had been covered in something that shone with a familiar, almost mystical light. At first, I had assumed it was just an extension of his mana, but upon further reflection, I understood it to be more.
It was the [Celestalith], my weapon and companion, in a different form.
As I delved deeper into my [Lunar Mana] and its intricate workings, I already knew that the energy within me was potent, but without a proper medium, its efficiency was vastly reduced.
The [Moonstone], known for its affinity with lunar energy, would act as the perfect catalyst for harnessing and amplifying my [Lunar Mana]. This wasn't just about using it as a weapon; it was about integrating it into my martial arts, enhancing my abilities to their fullest potential.
While I had awakened to the power within me, it was still raw, untamed in many ways. The [Moonstone] would help channel that power, allowing me to focus and direct it with greater precision and impact. Without it, I would be wasting a significant portion of my mana, losing the efficiency that could make the difference between success and failure in a critical moment.
However, finding [Moonstone] was no easy task. It was a material that was both rare and difficult to acquire, even for someone with connections within an organization like this. That was why, when the opportunity presented itself, I decided to use the organization's resources to obtain a pair of [Moonstones]. It was a calculated decision, one that would set the stage for the next steps in my journey.
So, when Reina asked why I needed the [Moonstone], I kept my answer simple. "It's important to my growth," I said, leaving out the more intricate details. "I need it to reach the next level."
She seemed to consider my words carefully, her gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before she nodded. "I see. If it's that crucial to you, I won't press further."
I nodded at her words, but she was not finished.
"The other reward that you requested… the information about Silas Vayne." Reina's voice took on a more serious tone, and I could feel the weight of her words settling in the air between us.
I met her gaze evenly, waiting for her to continue.
"When you initially made this request, we didn't think it would be this difficult to trace such a person," she admitted, her expression hardening slightly. "But apparently, it's much harder than we anticipated."
Her eyes bore into mine, searching for something—an answer, a hint, a reason. There was a clear intent behind her gaze as if she was testing me and trying to gauge the importance of this request. It was understandable. In an organization like this, every request, every action, could have far-reaching consequences.
"Why are you looking for such a being?" she asked, her tone firm.
I knew this was coming, and I was prepared. But still, I chose my words carefully. "That doesn't concern you."
Reina's eyes narrowed slightly. "Everything that can cause harm to the organization concerns me," she countered, her voice steady but laced with a hint of warning.
I didn't flinch under her scrutiny. "This won't cause any harm to the organization," I stated, my tone calm and unwavering.
Her expression didn't change, but I could sense the tension in the air. "How can you be so sure?" she asked, pressing the issue.
"Because I'll make sure of it," I replied, my voice firm, leaving no room for doubt.
For a moment, we stood in silence, our gazes locked in a silent battle of wills.
Reina was testing me, but I had nothing to hide—not from her, at least. This was something I had to do, something that had nothing to do with the organization and everything to do with my own gains and goals.
Finally, Reina sighed, breaking the silence. "Very well. But understand this, Astron—I don't take these things lightly. If you pursue this, you do it knowing the risks."
"I understand," I said, my resolve unshaken.
She nodded and then grabbed another box and pointed it to me.
"Here. It is the information regarding Silas Vayne."
I knew what was inside there. Most likely, it was a drive that contained all of the information that was needed.
"And, as for your last reward," Reina continued, her tone carrying a weight of its own, "your eye upgrade is ready."
I nodded, recalling the information I'd been given when I first entered the [Chamber of Deception]. For every five stages completed, there was a significant reward—an upgrade to one's eyes. These upgrades were designed to enhance the abilities of the user, pushing the limits of what their eyes could perceive and process.
Reina handed me another box, this one smaller and more intricately designed. I opened it to reveal a small vial containing a shimmering, crystalline liquid. This wasn't just any upgrade; it was an infusion derived from the eyes of a powerful eagle-type monster known as the [Skyfury Hawk].
The [Skyfury Hawk] was a creature renowned for its incredible vision, able to discern the smallest details from up to 10 kilometers away. Its eyes were coveted for their ability to see through everything and perceive minute details at great distances—an ability that would be invaluable to someone like me.
"This upgrade," Reina explained, "is just the beginning. While you can already see through the illusions and can perceive mana, your physical range of eye capabilities was slightly falling back. And, since you had just finished stage 5 without many contributions, your first upgrade will be slightly superficial." She said.
Her words were something that I had already known. Considering the fact that I had yet to show much contribution, it made sense that they would not give me much.
I had just finished being a trainee, after all.
"With it, you'll be able to discern things up to 10 kilometers away, and your ability to see through deceptions and illusions will be greatly improved. It's a rare and powerful enhancement, one that only those who complete the major stages receive."
I carefully placed the vial back into its box, feeling the weight of its potential in my hands. This upgrade was a significant step forward, one that would enhance my abilities in ways I was only beginning to grasp.
"Thank you, Miss Reina," I said, my voice steady but tinged with gratitude. This wasn't just a reward; it was a tool that would help me survive and succeed in the challenges ahead.
Reina nodded, acknowledging my thanks. "You're welcome, Astron. You've earned it. But there's something else we need to discuss."
I looked at her expectantly, sensing that this was about more than just rewards.
"Aside from the rewards," she began, her tone turning more serious, "today is your last day in this facility. Starting tomorrow, you'll be sent on missions."
"Missions?" I asked to direct the conversation.
Reina nodded. "Yes. These missions are designed to test your abilities in real-world scenarios. They will push you to your limits and beyond, but they will also provide valuable experience and insights that you can't gain in a controlled training environment."
She paused, her gaze steady as she continued. "These missions will be varied—some will require you to work alone, while others will involve teams. You'll be tasked with everything from reconnaissance and infiltration to combat and strategic operations."
"Do you have any advice?" I asked.
Reina considered for a moment before replying. "Yes. First and foremost, trust your instincts. You've honed them through your training, and they will serve you well in the field. But don't let them blind you to new information—stay adaptable and open to change."
"Secondly, understand that missions rarely go as planned. Be prepared for the unexpected, and don't hesitate to improvise if necessary. Your ability to adapt will often be the difference between success and failure."
"And finally," she said, her tone softening slightly, "remember that you're not alone. Even when you're on solo missions, there are resources and support available to you. Use them wisely, and don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it."
I nodded, taking her words to heart. "Understood, Miss Reina. I'll do my best."
"I know you will," she replied, her expression firm. "I do not wish to repeat myself, but there are quite a lot of expectations from you thanks to the performance you have shown."
"I will make sure to satisfy them, then."
"That would be nice."
With that, she had left me, walking away. Now, it was time to receive my rewards.
Chapter 494 - Rewards (2)
I made my way back to my room; my mind focused on the words Reina had left me with. The sense of the impending missions was already settling in, but I felt ready, or as ready as I could be.
The rewards I had received were a tangible reminder of the progress I had made, but the real test was yet to come.
As I reached the door to my room, I heard familiar voices inside. Pushing the door open, I found Kael and Lyra, who had just returned from their own training sessions. They both looked up as I entered, and Lyra immediately broke into a teasing grin.
"Well, well, look who's here at a normal hour for once," Lyra quipped, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Did you finally decide to take a break from all that nonstop training?"
I nodded my head, knowing she wasn't entirely wrong. Usually, by this time, I would still be immersed in some form of training, pushing myself to the limit. But today was different.
"Actually," I replied, my tone casual, "my training here has finished."
The room fell silent instantly, Lyra's teasing smile fading as she processed my words. Kael, who had been busy unpacking his gear, froze mid-motion, his eyes snapping up to meet mine.
"Your training for 'today' has finished, right?" Lyra asked cautiously as if seeking clarification.
I shook my head, keeping my expression calm but serious. "No. My training here has finished. From now on, I'll be sent on missions."
The moment the words left my mouth, both Lyra and Kael's eyes widened in shock. They exchanged a quick glance before turning back to me, their mouths slightly agape.
"Missions already?" Kael finally managed to say, disbelief coloring his voice. "That's… fast."
Lyra's usual playful demeanor was replaced by a more serious expression as she looked at me. "Are you sure you're ready for that? I mean, I know you've been training hard, but… missions are a whole different level."
"They think I am ready."
"I can see that…..But are you really ready? It has just been three weeks."
What Lyra was saying made sense. Who would have believed that one would become a fully-fledged member in just three weeks?
But at the same time, they looked like they had forgotten that I was a student of Arcadia Hunter Academy.
"I am ready." And I started getting bored in this place. While training and other things were fine, without putting them to use, why would it matter?
My goal was never to become the strongest, after all.
"You really are something," Lyra said. I could see that she was genuinely surprised. Normally, being in a child's body was made up of illusions, and most of the emotions she would show were fake.
But this time, it looked genuine.
Kael nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed in thought. "Yeah, how did you manage it so fast? Is it because you're of a different breed, like everyone else has been saying? Or is there something else going on?"
I couldn't help but feel my mouth twitch slightly at the mention of being "a different breed." For the past two weeks, it seemed like that phrase had become my unofficial title among the trainees. It was starting to make me cringe every time I heard it.
Shaking my head, I let out a small sigh. "It's not about being a 'different breed' or anything like that. I've just been focused, that's all. I came here with a goal, and I've been working toward it."
Lyra tilted her head, studying me with those sharp eyes of hers. "You make it sound so simple, but I guess it's not that surprising. I've seen how you train and approach everything. It's like you're always thinking three steps ahead."
Kael chuckled, though there was still a hint of disbelief in his voice. "I guess that's what it takes to stand out around here. But still, getting through training that quickly… You really are something else, Astron."
I shrugged, trying to downplay it. "I've just been doing what needs to be done. No point in dragging things out."
But even as I said that I knew there was more to it than just hard work. The truth was that I was indeed of a "different breed," but let's not acknowledge that.
But I wasn't about to dive into the details with them. It wasn't necessary, and besides, they had their own paths to follow.
"Well," Lyra said, her voice softening as she smiled, "whatever the case, you've earned it. But seriously, don't push yourself too hard out there. We heard that missions can be unpredictable, and you never know what might happen."
"I'll keep that in mind," I replied.
"Sigh….Who am I even talking to….With how you have done things before, you would do it easily…." He said and then looked back.
"Do you want to eat something? We have ordered pizza."
I nodded to Kael, appreciating the offer but knowing that my mind was elsewhere. "Not now. I need to take care of something first."
"Alright," Kael replied, waving a hand dismissively. "You know where to find us if you change your mind."
With that, I turned and made my way to my room. As soon as I stepped inside, I closed the door behind me and immediately activated the room's soundproofing function.
The hum of energy surged as the room's walls seemed to thicken, isolating me from the outside world.
I then moved to deactivate the signals that monitored and transmitted data from within the room. While the surveillance was likely a safety measure, ensuring the well-being of trainees by monitoring their mana levels and physical health, it wasn't something I was comfortable with.
During my training with Reina, I learned how to decipher psion lines and detect the subtle flows of energy in the environment. It was during these lessons that I realized each room had surveillance woven into its very structure.
The lines of psion energy that transmitted data were invisible to most, but to my trained eyes, they were clear. While the organization likely used this for health monitoring, I wasn't interested in giving away any more information than necessary. Blocking a part of the data transfer was my way of maintaining some semblance of privacy.
Once I was confident that the room was secure, I turned my attention to the box containing my rewards. I took a deep breath, feeling the anticipation build as I opened it.
The first item I retrieved was [Celestalith], manifesting it in its formless state. The weapon appeared as a shimmering mist in my hand, its ethereal presence comforting in its familiarity.
Next, I carefully took out the [Moonstone] from its protective casing. The moment the [Moonstone] was exposed to the air, [Celestalith] reacted.
A soft glow emanated from the weapon, its misty form pulsing with energy. Without hesitation, I held the [Moonstone] closer to [Celestalith], and in an instant, the weapon absorbed it, drawing the [Moonstone] into its core.
The room was suddenly filled with a brilliant light as [Celestalith] began to change. I could feel the weapon's energy surging around me, its presence enveloping me in a cocoon of power. It was as if the weapon was alive, moving through the air and wrapping itself around me. The sensation was overwhelming, a blend of warmth and strength that left me breathless.
Then, just as quickly as it began, the light faded, and the room returned to its dim, soundproofed state. I looked down at my hand and saw the new form that [Celestalith] had taken.
The weapon was no longer just a formless mist; it had taken on a shape, a form that was perfectly suited for a [Martial Artist], a testament to the influence of my recent training with Dakota.
The weapon had split into two distinct parts, covering both my hands and feet. The material felt like a seamless extension of my own body, wrapping around my fists and forming a sleek, almost gauntlet-like structure.
The metal was dark and reflective, with subtle, flowing patterns etched into the surface that resembled the phases of the moon. It was flexible yet firm, allowing for full movement while providing enhanced protection and striking power.
My feet were similarly covered, the metal forming a light, almost boot-like structure that extended up to my ankles. The design was sleek and streamlined, allowing for swift and fluid movement. The soles had a subtle grip, ensuring that I could maintain my balance and agility in any situation.
The material was flexible enough to accommodate the full range of martial arts stances and techniques while also reinforcing the strength of my kicks.
As I flexed my fingers, I felt the energy of [Celestalith] respond to my will, shifting and adapting to my movements.
'Indeed, just as I thought….The weapon now has a different form.'
From then on, I slowly started inferring some things.
'For me to unlock a new weapon form, do I need to get an enlightenment?'
This was something that had been in my mind for a while now. Why were there some specific weapons that Celestalith could form?
Was there a correlation?
At first, I thought about the book that I had found. There were only five phases mentioned in that book. But now, I can easily say that there are more than just five.
There can be more.
Just like this one.
The [Martial Arts] form, or the transparent [Lunar Mana].
That meant there could be possibly more.
'I feel like it is highly linked to that figure….'
Every type of weapon that [Celestalith] had transformed into was displayed by that figure.
'It must be.'
But in the end, the information was still limited for the time being.
As I continued to test the weapon, I noticed something remarkable. With each strike I made, a shockwave rippled through the air, a forceful burst that seemed to carry the weight of my attack far beyond its physical reach.
From then on, it was not hard to infer that this form of [Celestalith] was not just about physical enhancement; it was about amplifying the impact of each move, extending its power and reach.
I paused, flexing my fingers and feeling the energy of [Celestalith] flow through me. The shockwaves weren't just a byproduct—they were a fundamental aspect of this form's abilities.
This form was designed for a [Martial Artist], allowing me to harness my own physical power and convert it into a force that could dominate the battlefield.
Intrigued, I opened the panel to examine [Celestalith]'s updated properties.
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▶ Celestalith, the Transcendent Eclipse ◀
Type: Weapon Grade: ????? (Growth Type - Stage 1)
Description: Celestalith is a unique, ethereal weapon created through the masterful craftsmanship of Vorgvir, the legendary blacksmith. It is a manifestation of the bond between the wielder, Astron Natusalune, and the essence, infused with the essence of the Forbidden Mana Nucleus.
The weapon has six different forms, each form containing a different ability, outline, and type of mana that is used by Astron Natusalune. Each mana type has its corresponding weapon outline specialized in the form of utilizing the effects to the maximum. Celestalith is the epitome of the weapons precisely crafted for Astron Natusalune, and it is highly related to the user's traits.
Properties:
Nocturnis, the Twilight Gaze (Green Moon): A ranged form that condenses energy into bullets, allowing precise and powerful long-range attacks.
Solstice, the Solar Ignition (Blue Moon): Transforms into a bow, creating explosive bursts with each arrow shot, suitable for versatile mid-range combat.
Lunaris, the Moon's Embrace (Red Moon): Dual blades that slash through the air, leaving a trail of crimson energy capable of withering anything in its path.
Astra, the Celestial Discs (Silver Moon): A pair of spinning discs connected by threads of silver energy, displaying graceful and mesmerizing movements for both offense and defense.
Umbralith, the Darkened Nebula (Black Moon): Utilizes a set of rings to control dark forces and crush the surroundings, demonstrating overwhelming gravitational power.
Vortexium, the Eclipsed Tempest (New Moon): The latest form, suited for a Martial Artist, covers the hands and feet with dark, reflective metal that channels shockwaves with every strike. This form amplifies physical attacks, allowing the user to project their power beyond physical limits, creating devastating force through air and space.
Celestalith is the epitome of the weapons precisely crafted for Astron Natusalune, and it is highly related to his trait [Lunar Enigma]. Since it is the manifestation of the user's inner essence, the growth of the weapon is linked to the growth of the user to a large extent. Every time the user experiences growth related to their traits, the weapon Celestalith will also experience growth.
Current Stage: Stage 1
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As I read through the updated panel, I nodded my head. Just as I had thought, the Celestalith had received a new form.
Chapter 493 - Rewards (3)
After dealing with [Celestalith] and [Moonstone], it was time to check on the other things. With how the things related to my [Lunar Mana] had been sorted out, there was no longer any need for me to block the data that was going out of my room.
I reached out with my mana, carefully undoing the barriers I had set up, allowing the usual flow of data to resume. It was a precaution to avoid raising any suspicion from the organization. They might notice something if the data blackout continued for too long, and that was something I wanted to avoid.
With the surveillance back to normal, I turned my attention to the next item on my list: the essence that Reina had given me to upgrade my eyes.
The vial containing the shimmering liquid sat on the table, its crystalline surface catching the light. Reina had already explained the procedure to me—how I needed to use it and what to expect during the process.
Taking a deep breath, I picked up the vial and uncorked it. The liquid inside had a faint, ethereal glow, almost as if it were alive. Without hesitating, I carefully tilted the vial and let a single drop fall into my right eye.
The reaction was immediate. A sharp, stinging sensation shot through my eye, causing me to instinctively blink. The pain was intense but not unbearable—not like the searing agony I'd experienced when receiving the [Everchanging Glyph]. This was more like a concentrated burn, localized and powerful, but it was something I could endure.
The essence spread across my eye, and I felt it seep into the very fabric of my vision. My sight blurred momentarily, colors shifting and warping as the essence worked its way into my ocular nerves and deep into my brain. The sensation was strange—like my eye was being reshaped from the inside out.
I gritted my teeth, holding still as the process continued. My eye throbbed with each beat of my heart, but the pain was gradually giving way to something else—clarity.
As the essence settled, my vision sharpened, becoming more precise than ever before. The faint details in the room, the texture of the walls, and the subtle variations in light and shadow all became more pronounced as if a veil had been lifted from my sight.
The process took only a few minutes, but it felt like much longer. When it was finally over, I blinked a few times, letting my vision adjust. Everything seemed sharper, clearer, and more vibrant. It was as if the world had come into focus in a way I had never experienced before.
I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them again, allowing myself to get used to the new sensation. The pain had subsided, leaving behind a residual ache that was more of a dull throb than anything else.
Compared to the excruciating process of obtaining the [Everchanging Glyph], this was almost a relief.
I stood up and walked over to the mirror, examining my reflection. My eyes looked the same on the surface, but there was a faint glow in the depths of my irises, a subtle hint of the power that now resided within them. The infusion of the [Skyfury Hawk's] essence had done its job, enhancing my vision to an extraordinary level.
"Not bad," I muttered to myself, pleased with the results. The upgrade had gone smoothly, and the pain was manageable.
"Though I still need to test it myself, for now, there does not seem to be any type of mismatch or anything. Just as Reina had said….The essence would integrate itself directly into my eye without any problems."
I leaned back, letting my thoughts drift to the possibilities this opened up. The concept of upgrading my eyes was intriguing, especially now that I understood how it worked. It seemed that the key to enhancing my vision lay in the [Essence] of monsters, specifically those with exceptional ocular capabilities.
If I could find or hunt monsters with unique eye abilities, I could potentially extract their essence and integrate it into my own eyes, further enhancing my vision.
Of course, not every monster was compatible with this process. The essence had to be carefully selected to match the user's traits and abilities. A poorly chosen essence could lead to a failed integration or, worse, damage the eyes permanently. It was a delicate balance, one that required both knowledge and precision.
I recalled the time when I had first acquired my [Eyes of Hourglass]. At that time, I had thought it was a result of two familiar skills merging, forming a higher-rank one. But now, with this new understanding, I realized that it was something more. I had actually absorbed the essence of the [Time Guardian], the boss monster of the hidden dungeon whose control over time had been infused into my eyes.
The essence had merged with my own abilities, giving rise to the [Eyes of Hourglass].
That experience had been a turning point, though I hadn't fully understood it then. The process of absorbing a monster's essence was far more complex than I'd initially thought. It wasn't just about gaining a new ability—it was about harmonizing with the essence, allowing it to become a part of you.
The [Time Guardian]'s essence had enhanced my perception of time, allowing me to see the flow of events in a way that others couldn't. It was a rare and powerful ability, one that had set me apart from others.
Now, with the infusion of the [Skyfury Hawk's] essence, I had taken another step forward, though I rather felt like this was more of an instruction and a display for me to infer how things worked for eyes.
'In a way, they are trying to guide me.'
I thought. But at that moment, I sensed a small change in myself.
As the eye had integrated itself into me, I felt a weird feeling, as if something inside me was changing.
I pulled up my status window, ready to check the changes after everything I had been through. The familiar panel appeared before me, and I scanned the details carefully.
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▶Name: Astron Natusalune
▶Occupation: Weapon Master (level 4)
▶Talent Limit: 9 --> 10.5
▶Passives:
Vengeful Bane
Bloodline Resonance
Psychic Cognizance
▶Attributes:
Variable Attributes:
Strength: 4.85 --> 5.34
Dexterity: 5.13 --> 5.64
Agility: 5.20 --> 5.72
Constitution: 4.88 --> 5.37
Intuition: 5.26 --> 5.79
Magical Power: 5.61 --> 6.17
Mana Capacity: 5.68 --> 6.25
▶Traits:
Perceptive Insight (Epic)(Unchanging)
Lunar Enigma (????) (Growth Type) (Stage 1)
Shadowborne (Legendary) (Growth Type)(Stage 3)
▶Arts:
Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy (????)(%39)
▶Skills:
Eyes of Hourglass
▶Body Imprints:
Everchanging Glyph
▶Bonds:
Aurora Raven (Rare)(Growth Type)
Celestalith, The Transcendent Eclipse
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The training that I had been doing in the past few days had shown its effects. With my body adapting to the ever-changing glyph, my physical attributes increased rapidly.
Right now, I am pretty sure I am on par with Ethan in terms of growth. While it is hard to surpass that bastard who has the main character buff, I am pretty sure that with my stats alone, I can now go head-to-head with the top 100 of the academy or maybe even the top 50.
It is very hard to judge just from the ranks because the academy also includes the theoretical grades when ranking the students.
'But still….Now, I am really strong.'
I was not satisfied with my growth before, but by integrating my [Everchanging Glyph] into my body, it seems my talent limit had also increased.
'As for how I had increased my Magic Power and Mana Capacity….'
I had used one of my rights to request a special essence—[Essence of the Arcane Conduit]. It was a rare and highly sought-after essence known for its ability to enhance a user's mana-related attributes. The essence wasn't easy to come by, but it was worth every bit of effort it took to obtain it.
The [Essence of the Arcane Conduit] had a profound impact on my Magical Power and Mana Capacity, increasing both by an impressive 10%. The boost wasn't just in the raw numbers, but in the efficiency and control, I could now exert over my mana. This was crucial, especially considering the unique nature of my [Lunar Mana].
The essence worked by harmonizing with the user's mana pathways, strengthening them and allowing for a more potent flow of energy. For someone like me, who relied heavily on specialized mana for both combat and stealth, this enhancement was invaluable.
'It's a significant leap forward,' I thought to myself. 'With these improvements, my ability to manipulate [Lunar Mana] has reached new levels.'
The reason for that is clear.
It is because I had finally passed the threshold of 6 in terms of my magical power.
'From that point on, the quality of one's mana is supposed to increase.'
Though that did not happen for me for the time being, it was bound to happen one way or another. What was important was the fact that, now, one of my stats had passed the threshold of 6.
Even Julia or Irina must have only two or three stats that had reached 6. And that alone shows how much of an improvement mine was.
'Coming to this stage when I had started with the parameter of 1 for each stat…..I really came a long way….'
Well, it was mainly thanks to the recent breakthroughs, as these types of things can not be used consistently, but still, reaching the parameter of 6 from 1….
It was really a long way.
Well, long or not, I was here now.
Just as I was reflecting on my growth and the progress I had made, my smartwatch chimed with a new message. The notification pulled me from my thoughts, and I quickly accessed the message.
[Message: Congratulations, Astron Natusalune. Your status within the organization has been officially updated. You are no longer a trainee. From this point forward, you will hold the rank of 'Adept' and will be assigned missions in line with your new standing.]
I read the message, letting the words sink in. The transition from trainee to Adept was significant.
It marked the end of my initial training and the beginning of a new phase—one where I would be tested in real-world scenarios, where success and failure carried real consequences.
'So, it's finally official,' I thought, my mind already shifting to the tasks that lay ahead. As an Adept, I would no longer be confined to the training grounds.
I would be out in the field, executing missions.
The message continued with a list of protocols and guidelines for Adepts, detailing the expectations, resources, and support available to me in this new role. It was clear that the organization had high standards for those in my position, but I was ready to meet those expectations head-on.
[Your first mission has been sent.]
And it seems my first mission was here as well.
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To add more context, here is how his status window looked like when the novel started.
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▶Name: Astron Natusalune
▶Occupation: Weapon Master (level 1)
▶Talent Limit: 4
▶Attributes:
Variable Attributes:
Strength: 1.2 à 1.2
Dexterity: 1.5 --> 1.8
Constitution: 1.2 à 1.2
Intuition: 1.5 à 1.8
Magical Power: 0 à1.2
Mana Capacity: 0 à1.5
▶Traits:
Perceptive Insight (Unique)(Unchanging)
????
▶Arts:
Basic Dagger Style (Common Grade) - %12
Basic Nonarmed Combat Style (Common Grade) - %29
▶Skills:
Dash (Common Grade)
Keen Eye (Uncommon Grade)
▶Body Imprints:
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This is the first time when his status window appeared in Chapter 2.1
Chapter 496 - Rewards (4)
I watched the message notification blink on my smartwatch, the cold blue light reflecting off the polished surface of the table. The words on the screen solidified my thoughts—my journey had moved to the next stage. There was no room for hesitation.
'An Adept, huh? Finally, out of the trainee stage.'
The significance of the rank wasn't lost on me. It marked a transition, a shift from being just another face in the organization's pool of potential to someone with real responsibilities and real consequences.
At the same time, I want someone who can act freely. I had gotten a lot of things from this place, and it was better to show some results so that they would not get suspicious or angry.
My thoughts drifted momentarily to what this meant for the path ahead. The choices I would make from this point on carried weight, a tangible impact that could ripple through the layers of the organization and beyond.
I tapped the screen, accessing the details of my first mission as an Adept. The mission brief loaded instantly, and the words were clear and concise.
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Mission Brief:
Location: City of [Veilcroft]
Objective: Join the investigation team.
Details: Recent activities in the city have drawn the organization's attention. You are to integrate with the existing investigation team and assist in uncovering the cause and source of these disturbances. Intelligence suggests the potential involvement of unknown entities or factions. Maintain a low profile and gather information. Additional directives will be communicated as necessary.
Note: Due to your new status as an Adept, your presence will be under scrutiny. Consider this mission a test of your capabilities in a real-world scenario.
Estimated Duration: One week
Point of Contact: Warden [Shanks]
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'Veilcroft…'
The name of the city resonated with a certain familiarity. A place known for its shadows, where whispers traveled faster than light, and secrets were currency.
'A place where the Black Market and the underground organizations had the most presence.'
I wasn't surprised that the organization had its eyes on Veilcroft. After all, even in the game, many missions and events took place there. Thus, it was understandable.
It was the kind of place where things festered in the dark, waiting to be uncovered by those skilled enough—or foolish enough—to seek them out.
I glanced at the name listed under the point of contact: Warden [Shanks]. The title "Warden" immediately caught my attention. It wasn't a rank handed out lightly within the organization. To hold that title meant you were formidable, both in power and in authority. It was the same rank as Dakota, the person who had overseen some of my more intense training sessions.
'So they've assigned someone of Dakota's caliber to this mission…'
That only reinforced the seriousness of the situation. Veilcroft wasn't just any city—it was a nexus of power, influence, and danger.
The Black Market thrived there, along with various underground organizations that operated outside the reach of conventional authority. In a place like that, having someone as strong as a Warden wasn't just necessary—it was essential.
'Shanks…' The name didn't ring any bells, but that wasn't unusual. The organization had plenty of operatives who preferred to stay in the shadows, especially those with high-ranking titles.
I'd have to be on my guard.
Working under a Warden meant I'd be under constant scrutiny, not just from the enemies we were investigating but from my own side as well. However, I doubt that the organization's operatives are bad. The treatment I received here was pretty good, so I expect it to be the same in other places.
But there are all types of people around the world as well.
I tapped the screen again, pulling up the details on how I'd be getting to Veilcroft. The next directive was straightforward.
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Transportation: You will be teleported using the organization's warp gates. Prepare yourself accordingly. Departure is scheduled for tomorrow at 7 A.M. sharp. Ensure you have all the necessary equipment and documents. The gate will be active for a limited window, and delays will not be tolerated.
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'Warp gates…'
Made sense. I came here from Arcadia City, but that should not be the only exit out here.
'So they want me there immediately, no room for errors.'
I closed the mission brief, letting the details settle in my mind.
'Aside from that, other details will most likely be given by the personnel here.'
With the mission brief closed, I let the information sink in. The warp gate was standard procedure for high-priority missions, ensuring that operatives like me were where they needed to be without delay.
'But, the fact that they are sending me to such a place….It seems they really think highly of me.'
That would make sense; after all, I was trying to achieve just exactly that. The more I increase my trust in this place, the better it will be for me to get many rewards.
It was also a reminder that the organization wasn't taking any chances with this assignment. Veilcroft was too important, and the situation too volatile, to rely on conventional travel methods.
'A city like that doesn't leave much room for mistakes,' I thought, mentally preparing myself for what lay ahead. But for now, there wasn't much else to do. The real work would start once I arrived in Veilcroft. Until then, I needed to be ready.
'But aside from that….'
I turned my attention to the drive Reina had given me earlier. It was the thing that I had requested from her as the reward, one of the reasons why I was in this place.
I retrieved the small, sleek drive from my pocket and slotted it into my terminal. The screen flickered to life, displaying a series of files and data logs.
The organization's usual efficiency was evident in the way everything was meticulously organized. The top file was labeled simply: [Silas Vayne].
'Silas Vayne…'
The name had a certain weight to it, one that carried a sense of foreboding.
I tapped on the file and scrolled through the profile, my eyes narrowing as the details began to unfold. Silas Vayne, a name that carried more weight than most would realize.
But I wasn't like most people. I had requested this investigation myself, after all. It wasn't just idle curiosity that had led me to seek out this man's identity—it was a necessity.
'So, they found him after all,' I thought, a sense of satisfaction creeping into my mind.
The organization's reach was vast, and when they set their sights on someone, it was only a matter of time before they found what they were looking for.
Still, the fact that it had taken them this long to trace Silas Vayne was a testament to how deep this man—or rather, this demon—had embedded himself into the human world.
The data on the screen confirmed what I had known: Silas Vayne wasn't just another alias; it was one of the most carefully constructed identities used by a high-ranking demon.
Of course, the organization most likely was not aware of the complete identity. After all, even in the demon realm, this guy is a member of a rather secretive and hidden clan.
This particular demon had managed to weave a complex web of connections, making him nearly impossible to trace without significant resources. But the organization had those resources, and they had used them to their fullest extent.
'Good,' I thought, scanning the list of connections and affiliations that the organization had uncovered. He was involved in everything from the Black Market to high-level political circles.
And that was the crux of it. The reason I had requested the investigation in the first place. There was something specific I needed from this guy. Something that only he could provide.
'That thing….I need to get it.'
Silas Vayne, or as known as Zharokath.
A member of Void Clan.
And the person who holds the key to the technique that I am developing. The reason why I had been this adamant about using the opportunity that I had gotten as a reward.
Why? You may ask.
The answer relies on the necklace that the guy has.
'That necklace...It holds the key to the entrance of the dungeon.'
It was no ordinary piece of jewelry, and its true value wasn't in gold or jewels. That necklace was the key to a dungeon—a special dungeon nurtured by demons over centuries, a place where dark energies had coalesced into something truly formidable.
It was a place hidden from the world, a secret known only to a few. But once revealed, it would unleash a storm of chaos and destruction that could wipe entire cities off the map.
'A dungeon that could destroy everything…'
The danger was real. That place was a convergence of demonic power and was the home of a certain monster who was now in the stage of growing up.
A monster that is being nurtured by demonic energy.
Once it is exposed, the consequences will be catastrophic.
But amidst that destruction, within the heart of that cursed place, lay a reward. A reward so valuable that it could change the fate of anyone who claimed it. That was why I needed the necklace, why I had been so adamant about using the resources of the organization to track down Zharokath—because that dungeon held something I couldn't afford to pass up.
The technique…' I reminded myself. The technique I was developing required something special, something that could only be found within that dungeon. It wasn't just a matter of power or prestige—it was a necessity. If I was going to push myself to the next level, if I was going to unlock the full potential of the abilities I had worked so hard to cultivate, I needed what lay within that dungeon.
But first, I needed that necklace.
Without it, the entrance to the dungeon would remain sealed, and all the power contained within would be lost to me.
Zharokath knew this, of course.
That's why he kept it so close, why he guarded it with such intensity. He understood the significance of what he held and the potential it had to either make or break the future.
How do I know? Because it is an event in the game.
❰After Academy Arc 3, Subjugation of Void Dragon❱
That is the name of the arc.
And what you think is right.
The monster I am going to hunt.
It is a dragon.