Earth's Greatest Magus Chapter 2781 Legacy 7

"This is the person you chose?... He is but a boy."

Randhall's fragnted voice echoed through the burning workshop, disbelief dripping from every syllable.

Vic blinked. "Sir-what is happening-why am I here-?!"

Ery placed a steady hand on Vic's trembling shoulder.

"He doesn't look like much," Ery admitted, "but he is a dual master,"

Randhall grunted. "Whatever... I'll give you five minutes."

Ery shot up. "Five? That's barely enough to explain anything to the boy. I need thirty."

"Ten minutes is all you have."

Vic's soul form wobbled like jelly. The young magus glanced like he had just been told to lift a mountain single-handedly.

"Stay calm," Ery said, tightening his grip on the boy's shoulder. "You can do this."

The words hit Vic like a divine mantra. His back straightened. His expression sharpened with dramatic resolve. "I cannot let Sir Ery down. Everyone depends on !"

He puffed out his chest-still shaking-and leaned over the glowing tal, channeling his spirit sense into it. "How can I assist you, Sir?" he asked, voice cracking with forced confidence.

"You try your best first," Ery said.

That single line lit a bonfire under the boy.

"Yes!! I will not fail you!"

He raised his hands. In the soul realm, tools could appear with single thoughts -what he conjured were slender sculptor's chisels and a delicate mallet, not the heavy blacksmith gear one would expect. Vic didn't strike like a smith; he carved like an artisan, shaping delicate jade. Precise, elegant.

Ery was impressed too... though he kept his expectations low. Very low.After all, he didn't bring Vic to complete the task.

He brought him to buy ti.

While Vic threw his whole soul into sculpting the volatile tal, Ery secretly coordinated with his dark avatar and VIA. The avatar had already slipped out of the vault, blinking through segnted corridors using short-range spatial rifts, working its way toward the surface to prepare an exit portal.

At the sa ti, VIA continued to hack into the tomb's control systems, searching for any override that could stop the self-destruct sequence.

All of this needed to happen in ten minutes.

Ti was of the essence.

Three minutes passed.

Randhall's ghostly gaze narrowed. "You put great faith in this boy... and you haven't joined the refinent at all."

This pressure only pushed Vic even harder.

He refined with one hand, fingers slicing and shaping the glowing tal with impossible precision, while his other hand flew through rune formations so fast it looked like he had grown a second brain.

Even Randhall paused, eyebrows lifting....This boy can perform dual-thod refining? Interesting"

Five minutes passed. The tal was no longer raw material-it had taken shape, thin lines of power already pulsing along its surface. It was entering its critical state.

Which was a problem.

If Vic made even a hairline mistake now, the whole thing could collapse. Ery realized Vic might finish-or destroy-the piece before his escape plan was ready.

He had no choice. He joined the refining.

"I'll hold the energy balance," Ery snapped. "You refine!"

"Yes, SIR!"

The pressure spiked instantly. Ery locked the energy flows, stabilizing the violent fluctuations, while Vic hamred away with his ntal chisel, shaping with wild determination.

Then-

"Sir-Sir Ery-I ssed up!!"

The energy around them lurched dangerously.

"Urghh-just focus on the form! I'll handle the fluctuation!"

It took everything Ery had. He forced the Heaven-and-Earth balance into the core, smoothing the instability, while Vic shifted into a frantic sculptor's rhythm-quick cuts, gentle taps, precise strokes.

Slowly... impossibly... their movents began to sync.

They forgot the countdown.They forgot the panic outside.They forgot

everything but the task.

And then-finally-The tal stopped trembling. The runes settled.The glow softened into a steady, perfect pulse.

It was done.

Vic collapsed to his knees, panting like soone who had sprinted across three continents. He looked up at Ery with a dazed, triumphant smile.

"Sir... we actually did it... I never thought it was possible... Thank you for

believing in ..."

Ery gazed at him.

Because the truth was... he hadn't believed in him at all. He had been stalling. Improvising. Desperately trying to cheat a millennia-old ghost test with last-minute teamwork and panic-driven miracles.

But looking at Vic's glowing, trembling, hopeful expression...

Ery swallowed the truth and patted his shoulder.

"...Good job."

Vic bead like he'd been knighted by the gods.

What followed was Randhall's faint, weary smile, and the burning spirit

workshop around them began to crumble into shimring dust. The spirit realm crumbled in on itself, and the next thing Ery and Vic felt was the

sensation of falling.

They snapped back into the real world inside the vault.

The mont their eyes opened, everyone watching stiffened. Dravic's body shuddered once before collapsing like an empty shell. A soft hum rippled through the air as the pendant on his chest armor broke free, drifting upward in a gentle glow. It hovered for a mont, as if deciding its owner, then floated

directly into Ery's palm.

Ery instinctively reached out with his spirit sense.

Inside the pendant, he felt the final flicker of Randhall's consciousness. A faint

whisper echoed in his mind-calm, resigned, almost tender.

Then silence. The last remnant of the legendary Celestial Machinist finally faded away.

Beside him, Vic gasped for air, blinking rapidly. His soul had returned to his

body so suddenly that he nearly toppled over. Annara caught him by the

shoulder.

"Easy there, hero."

"Am I... alive?" Vic asked, looking half-dazed, half-proud.

"For now," Annara muttered.

Julian approached cautiously, gaze fixed on the collapsed Dravic. "Is it... over?"

Ery nodded.

A collective exhale swept through the hall. Dozens of weary magus finally loosened their grips on weapons and defensive artifacts.

With the crisis ended, the next matter lood-the fate of the Volkov faction.

Thankfully, Julian had already secured an agreent with Guskov, ensuring

cooperation and stability.

What followed were several days of work:

Sorting the riches of the tomb.

Cataloging materials and treasures. Disabling the remaining constructs. Preparing the site for departure.

Then long negotiations on how the spoils would be divided.

The ordeal of Randhall's tomb...

was finally over.