After testing the Armant Nexus for a while, William did not waste any more ti. One by one, he proceeded to add every remaining weapon he owned into it.
All the training bows and practice swords he had accumulated over ti were fed into the cube without hesitation.
Even the Serpent King’s Fang, which he had once considered keeping separate, eventually he gave in to the system’s persistence and was absorbed into the Armant Nexus.
By the end of the process, the black cube had beco the only weapon William carried.
There was sothing deeply satisfying about that realization.
Everything he owned, every blade, bow, and tool of slaughter, now existed within a single artifact bound to his soul.
He did not need to worry about switching equipnt or being inefficient in terms of arms.
While experinting further, William noticed sothing that made his eyebrows rise.
Two weapons could be manifested at the sa ti.
Not only that, but doing so did not consu any mana at all.
"That’s fucked," William muttered quietly, testing it again just to be sure. A blade ford in one hand while a bow manifested in the other, both perfectly stable.
The Armant Nexus truly lived up to its na.
"This thing is actually legendary," he said with a low chuckle. "Worth every damn SP, although I got it for free."
With that settled, William moved on to the next task.
Reaching into his inventory, he pulled out two platinum-ranked spell crystals he had purchased earlier from the Academy shop.
He had spent a long ti browsing, but the selection had been limited when it ca to his specific needs.
There was one light-elent spell and one darkness-elent spell.
As for the nether and sun elents, he had not been able to find anything suitable.
Shadow-elent spells existed, but the prices attached to them were so ridiculous that even William had refused to touch them for now.
The two spells he had chosen were Eclipse Veil (Platinum) and Purification (Platinum).
The descriptions were straightforward.
Eclipse Veil was a stealth-type spell. It allowed the user to erase their presence in dark environnts by blending seamlessly into surrounding shadows.
It was not perfect. Enemies with significantly higher mana ranks would still sense disturbances, but against most opponents, it was more than enough.
Purification, on the other hand, was a support spell. It was used to cleanse negative effects such as poison, decay, curses, and diseases.
William had chosen it deliberately.
"This thing saved many people when Ethan had learned this technique in the novel’s story," he muttered, recalling how Ethan had used similar spells to keep victims of demonic experints alive.
Without further delay, William crushed the crystals one by one.
The knowledge entered his mind cleanly and without resistance.
Thanks to his absolute affinity, both spells skipped the usual learning curve entirely and jumped straight to Grandmaster-stage mastery.
"That was painless," William comnted dryly.
With elental spells sorted out, only one thing remained.
What he would spend the next seven years doing.
His gaze shifted to the dark green crystal resting in his palm.
"True Armant Subjugation Art," William read aloud.
This was the technique he had been waiting for.
Crushing the crystal, the information poured into his mind.
Unlike elental spells, this technique did not feel smooth or natural. It was complex, heavy, and ntally demanding even to understand.
It was an incomplete, unranked spiritual energy technique.
Yet William knew its value.
The True Armant Subjugation Art allowed the user to control multiple weapons simultaneously using willpower and spiritual energy alone.
Pure domination through will and intent.
The technique currently had only four known stages.
The first stage, Nine-Hand Control, granted psychic control over nine distinct weapons.
The second stage, Eighteen-Hand Control, doubled that capacity.
The third stage, Thirty-Six-Hand Control, pushed the limits of ntal control to 36 weapons.
The fourth and final known stage, Seventy-Two-Hand Control, was considered completely impractical by most cultivators due to its difficulty.
The art was labeled "unranked" because it was unfinished. The original creator had never completed it.
But William knew sothing others did not.
A second part of this technique existed sowhere on Aris.
And he fully intended to claim it for himself.
Spiritual energy techniques were rare to begin with, and this one had been ignored by most due to the absurd level of control it required. Normal cultivators simply did not possess the ntal capacity to use it properly.
William was not normal.
With the Primordial Godflow Scripture, his control over spiritual energy was absolutely vast and absurdly responsive.
"This was made for ," he muttered.
He imdiately purchased countless training daggers, spending a re 10 SP.
Unlike elental spells and techniques whose mastery was elevated by absolute affinity.
Will needed to practice technique from scratch.
There were no shortcuts for this, and Will was ready to do the grind.
His increased comprehension was provided by his path.
***
Seven years later...
William stood outside his hut, staring at the open plains with a tired but satisfied expression.
"...Finally," he said softly. "The day I get to eat real food again (┬┬﹏┬┬)."
The stockpile of desserts and delicacies he had hoarded from the cafeteria had run out years ago.
For most of his ti inside the domain of infinity, he had survived on bland rations that tasted like disappointnt.
Seven years of nothing but training, ditation, and tasteless food had made his senses numb, and now he needed so stimulation.
[Host, your classes will start in two hours outside.]
Today was the day the seven years of training ti was getting over.
"I swear," William muttered, rubbing his stomach, "a bowl of ran and so cheesecake would fix my soul."
He had saved a few hundred Academy points specifically for als, planning to rely on them once classes started. He didn’t want to wait for his monthly allowance for good food.
With that thought, the Domain dissolved around him.
William reappeared inside his dorm room.
Today was the first day of classes.
And for once, he was actually looking forward to the lunch break.
He took a hot shower, washing off the lingering scent of training and exhaustion, then changed into the white Academy uniform.
The fabric felt clean and light on his body.
Ding!Dong!
The doorbell rang.
William was in his room. He looked at the black cat roaming around in his bedroom.
"Hey!! You piece of sloth, open the door."
The cat looked at William before it blinked slowly and turned away, ignoring him completely.
"Tsk, can she even do sothing useful instead of rolling on the floor the whole day?
Ding!Dong!
"Coming!!" William shouted before moving to open the door.
He walked over and clicked the knob, wondering who could be at his door at this point.
Standing there was a purple-haired elf in a similar academy uniform.
Seraphine’s eyes were red and moist.
Tears clung to her lashes as she looked up at him.
They were seeing each other after two years, in a much better place and condition than the slave house.
"I missed... you..." she said softly, her lips trembled, and a few tears touched her lips.
Before William could even respond, she stepped forward hurriedly and wrapped her arms around him, entering his embrace without any hesitation.
He instinctively returned the hug without thinking, but Seraphine’s sudden embrace pushed him a few steps back.
With a swirl of his finger spiritual energy flickered, and the door closed behind her.
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[A/N: No, the next Chapter is not R18 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡͡°).]
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