Luke floated in mid-air, looking down at the so-called "Three-Eyed Crow"… or rather, Brynden Rivers.
With a casual wave of his hand, the darkness vanished instantly.
Like a receding tide, like mist scattered by the wind, all the nothingness, the oppression, the suffocating blackness shattered under a single thought from Luke.
In its place appeared a dazzling sea of flowers.
Blooms everywhere, bright sunlight, butterflies dancing gracefully.
This place had transford into a world overflowing with flowers!
"As expected, this is my world!"
Luke had already deduced that this had to be his "spiritual world" or "sea of consciousness": "No wonder my personal space was locked, no wonder I couldn't pull out the all-tal cage I'd prepared so carefully!"
At the sa ti, a semi-transparent light screen unfolded before his eyes:
[Strength: 11] [Physique: 11] [Intelligence: 5] [Spirit: 5] [Ice Affinity: 0] [Fire Affinity: 1] [Light Affinity: 0] [Dark Affinity: 0] [Ice Resistance: 0] [Fire Resistance: 1] [Light Resistance: 0] [Dark Resistance: 0] [Free Attribute Points: 13]
Luke's gaze locked onto the line "Free Attribute Points: 13".
Thirteen points.
The great victory at White Ridge Pass had made his na legendary. In that battle he had faced a vastly superior force, decisively crushed the old noble coalition, led from the front, and wiped out nearly a hundred enemies in an instant with "magical weapons," descending like a god or demon.
Afterward he had heavily funded sailors and bards to spread the word across the Seven Kingdoms—in King's Landing taverns, Riverlands markets, Vale castles—everywhere the "Celestial Dragon's" martial prowess and mystery were sung.
He never expected this wave of publicity would net him a full thirteen free attribute points.
Luke had long figured out the rules: each point not only strengthened the corresponding stat but also fully restored his body's functions, essentially a full-health revive.
That was why he had learned his lesson and always kept at least one free attribute point in reserve.
It was like keeping a spare revival coin—the most basic survival wisdom.
With a thought, six free attribute points dropped from "13" to "7" and poured into the "Intelligence" column.
[Intelligence: 5 → 11]
"Buzz—"
A soft blue light erupted from within Luke, like a ga-level-up pillar, enveloping his entire body.
The warm, powerful glow washed from the top of his head to his toes and back again, cycling repeatedly. With every pass his perception grew sharper, his thoughts clearer.
He had ascended.
Luke raised his hand and clenched a fist.
His body was filled with power—and that power was still growing… not muscular strength, but a deeper force from the soul itself.
His perception spread outward like liquid rcury, invading every corner of this spiritual world.
Then the corner of his mouth curved into a cold smile.
"So that's where you're hiding."
In the next instant, Luke moved.
Not running, not flying—teleporting.
His figure left an afterimage across the sea of flowers and flashed to a distant spot.
His right hand grabbed at empty air.
"Wh-what?!"
A terrified scream ca from ahead.
A crow was caught as if by an invisible giant hand. No matter how it flapped or struggled, it could not break free.
Its third eye was wide open, full of disbelief.
"How did you find ? No… your spirit has grown stronger!"
Luke said calmly, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be my spiritual world."
His voice was level, but beneath the calm lay ice-cold fury.
"You've got so fucking nerve invading my spiritual world!"
The mont the words left his mouth, his handso face turned murderous, killing intent surging.
The sea of flowers vanished. The sunlight vanished. Every beautiful sight collapsed in an instant. In their place was a world of flas: erupting volcanoes, churning lava, smoke filling the sky.
This was the embodint of rage.
Luke's face looked especially ferocious in the firelight. "Since you're here, you can die!"
His right hand clenched violently.
Crack!
A series of bone-shattering sounds rang from the Three-Eyed Crow.
The crow spat a mouthful of blood. Its agonized shriek echoed through the flaming world.
"Ah… no! Stop, stop, stop! Let go!"
"I ant no harm! You're not from this world—you'll ruin its course! Stop…"
"Ah! No! No! I was wrong, let go…"
Murderous light flashed in Luke's eyes. "Too noisy."
Pfft!
The Three-Eyed Crow was crushed outright, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.
Luke thought it was over.
But the next second, a black streak shot out of the blood mist and fled into the distance at blinding speed.
He moved to pursue, but the mont the thought ford, he slamd into an invisible barrier.
Luke's eyes snapped open.
He was still standing in the bedroom, water cup in hand, half a cup of warm water still inside.
"Warm water beheads Hua Xiong… Three-Eyed Crow?!"
He was still inside the castle at White Stone Town, still in his own room. He had never actually left.
He glanced at the bed—Annie was sleeping soundly, chestnut hair spread across the pillow, breathing steady and deep.
Everything was exactly as before, as if the entire ordeal had been nothing but a ridiculous dream.
But Luke knew it was no dream.
He walked to the windowsill.
The sill was empty. No Three-Eyed Crow.
Yet when he looked up at the night sky, his newly strengthened spiritual sense clearly detected… a crow flapping desperately northward, vanishing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
Luke instinctively pulled an "M200 high-precision sniper rifle" from his personal space, rested it on the windowsill, and peered through the scope toward the north.
Unfortunately, the scope showed only blackness.
He put the gun away, the corner of his mouth lifting in a cold smile.
Three-Eyed Crow, you struck first.
Don't bla for what cos next.
When a Celestial Dragon rages, ten clans are wiped out.
I don't care what kind of god you think you are!
Luke returned to the bed, lay down, and pulled Annie's soft body into his arms.
Still asleep, the girl felt the familiar embrace and instinctively snuggled closer, mumbled sothing, and drifted back into deep sleep.
Luke did not sleep.
He opened his personal panel and stared at the line "Free Attribute Points: 7", lost in thought for a long ti.
Eleven points was a watershed.
Eleven Strength gave him the power of nine bulls and two tigers, enough to crush any human in direct confrontation. Eleven Physique made him immune to all poisons, recover from injuries at terrifying speed, and granted endless stamina—one man could handle ten "ocean horses"!
From experience, gains diminished sharply after eleven. Pushing any stat to eleven offered the highest cost-to-performance ratio.
Now Intelligence had also reached eleven. Intelligence governed the strength of his spiritual power—or telekinesis. In the spiritual world just now, his ability to overpower the Three-Eyed Crow had co from the ntal force granted by those eleven points.
Intelligence was enough.
With another thought, six free attribute points dropped from "7" to "1" and poured into the "Spirit" column.
[Spirit: 5 → 11]
Another flash of light—this ti a soft golden glow.
Luke felt his perception expand once more—no, not expand, but ascend.
He could clearly feel Annie's heartbeat in his arms, the gentle breeze from the God's Eye outside the window, the footsteps of patrolling soldiers beyond the castle walls…
Then he withdrew all his senses and closed his eyes.
One free attribute point remained.
He would keep that single point as his "revival coin," just in case.
Outside the window, night wind blew across the God's Eye.
Far to the north, the crow had already crossed the Neck and was still flapping desperately onward.
Luke paid it no mind. He simply tightened his arms around the girl in his embrace, the cold smile still on his lips, and slowly drifted into a light sleep.
There was plenty of ti.
Three-Eyed Crow… we'll see about that.
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