Max moved quietly through the rows of gleaming scrolls. Yet amid the dazzling array of lethal arts and fierce auras, Max’s gaze eventually settled on sothing far less aggressive, a single delicate scroll resting on an obsidian stand, its parchnt bound in faint silvery threads that shimred like moonlight.
Invisibility Cloak.
The mont he read the na, sothing in his instincts told him this was the one. He reached out and carefully lifted the scroll into his hands, feeling the faint pulse of concealed energy thrumming within its delicate folds.
’This skill might co in handy,’ Max thought, his mind already spinning with countless scenarios where such an ability could an the difference between life and death, infiltration and discovery, or survival and annihilation.
It wasn’t just about fighting power—it was about strategic advantage. And for soone like him, it was one of the must needed skills to have.
With the scroll tucked under one arm and the book of the Immorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art secure in his grasp, Max walked back toward Elder Liam, who had been observing him from a respectful distance near the chamber entrance.
Elder Liam squinted as he caught sight of the scroll. "Invisibility Cloak?" he repeated, his voice rising slightly in surprise. He reached out and tapped the scroll gently, as though making sure it was indeed real.
"Kid, your choices really are the most difficult ones." His brow furrowed deeper, his expression caught between exasperation and curiosity. "From what I’ve heard, you’d need to cultivate that skill to at least level twenty or thirty mastery before you can beco completely invisible. And that’s no easy feat. That could take you five—maybe even ten years—if you want it to reach a practical level. That’s not good for the current you. You’d be better off choosing sothing imdiately useful."
Max’s eyes glinted with a stubborn light, his face calm and polite as he inclined his head slightly in gratitude for the elder’s concern. "Elder Liam, I understand your words, and I appreciate your guidance. But I won’t change my mind."
He had weighed his options thoroughly. The Immorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art would give him raw power—but the Invisibility Cloak would give him a way to survive when strength alone wasn’t enough. And Max had long learned that brute force was only part of the ga.
Elder Liam blew out a long sigh, shaking his head as though resigned to the iron will of youth. "Alright, alright," he muttered, his tone softening as he finally chuckled under his breath. "You’re as stubborn as a stone wall. Let’s go then."
He turned and began leading Max out of the treasure chamber. The heavy doors swung shut behind them with a deep echo that rolled through the corridors like distant thunder.
Outside, the level one section of the Hunter Association bustled with quiet activity. Several elders stood chatting in small clusters beneath tall arches, spiritual lights glimring above them like gentle stars, while others browsed display cases or sat at stone tables quietly discussing strategies and alliances.
The atmosphere was vibrant yet restrained, a place where strength and secrets intertwined seamlessly.
Elder Liam gestured toward a broad open space surrounded by delicate lattice screens and soft lantern light. "This is where level one elders usually gather," he said, his voice once more carrying that warm, guiding cadence. "You’ll find plenty of allies—and perhaps a few rivals—here. Use it well."
With that, Elder Liam gave Max a final nod and a faint smile, then turned and walked away, his dark robe trailing like a quiet shadow.
’I should stabilize my level,’ Max thought, a glimr of steely determination flashing in his eyes as he strode purposefully through the level one section of the Hunter Association tower.
The quiet murmur of conversations, the faint rustling of robes, and the gentle glow of lanterns all faded into the background as he scanned his surroundings for a door marked with the elegant sigil indicating privacy.
Without hesitation, he selected one of the private chambers—a privilege granted to elders for rest or cultivation—pushing the door open and stepping inside.
These chambers were like luxurious sanctuaries designed to cater to elders who, in their lives of endless battles, needed monts of isolation.
The interior reminded Max of a high-end hotel suite, albeit crafted entirely from spiritual wood and inlaid with gentle formations that shimred faintly along the walls, pulsing with soothing energy to help ease fatigue and calm mind.
The air itself seed purer, filled with spiritual particles that glowed like faint stardust drifting lazily through the room.
He crossed into the inner training room, sliding the partition door shut behind him until the faint click echoed in the silence. The space beyond was simple but refined—a soft jade floor, ditation cushions arranged in a circle, and a glowing formation etched into the center of the room.
Max stepped into the formation, exhaling deeply as he finally let loose the fierce energy he’d been suppressing since the end of the battle.
The release of his power was imdiate and almost violent, like a dam bursting open. A wave of pressure erupted from his body, sending faint ripples across the jade floor and causing the lights in the room to flicker for a mont.
His aura expanded, filling every corner of the chamber with a dense, suffocating presence.
And then, right before his eyes, a crystalline window of notifications materialized in midair:
[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 5 of Master Rank.]
[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up to level 6 of Master Rank.]
Max stared at the notifications, blinking once as the reality of his newfound power settled in his chest like a weight and a thrill all at once.
’Two levels in a row—and counting the previous three levels, I’ve leveled up five tis today.’ His thoughts humd with sharp clarity as he absorbed the magnitude of what he’d achieved.
The chaotic, ferocious battle against the Nulls and ascendants had not only tested his strength but propelled him forward in leaps and bounds.
’The path I should choose to increase my strength should be the path of endless devouring.’ The realization resonated deep in his bones, fitting together like the final piece of a puzzle.
The energy and essence of fallen enemies—Nulls, ascendants, even powerful humans—had beco the fuel that drove his rapid ascent, and he could feel the addictive pull of it thrumming in every cell.
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