My System Increases My power Every Day Without Missions and Levelling Chapter 285: Luke and Elena

The Order of the Crimson Veil was extrely far away, yet Richard reached it in a short ti, even while traveling at a relaxed pace.

The crimson mountain still towered high as ever, with a massive city spread out beneath it.

Though it was still night, the place was bustling with activity.

It seed that the sudden opening of the World of Death had attracted many forces—not just from the Eastern Region, but from all regions of the Land of Humans.

Of course, those from other regions would arrive later.

Just as Richard arrived, a group of giant humans suddenly appeared—each of them standing nearly a hundred ters tall.

They were bare-chested, revealing their muscular bodies.

Their auras were overwhelmingly ferocious, causing the surrounding mountains near the crimson peak to tremble.

The city’s residents shuddered when they saw the giants.

"They’re the Ancient Barbarian Tribe..." so people recognized them.

"So they still exist?"

"Of course. They rarely leave their territory. Thanks to their long lifespans, many of them spend most of their ti in deep slumber."

"We can’t underestimate them. Even if they’re sowhat simple-minded, they’re true beasts. Their strength can surpass even top-tier geniuses."

"Are they really that strong?"

"Yes..."

"Why are they here? Looking for treasure?"

"They grow naturally—they don’t need treasures since those are useless to them. Perhaps they’re searching for their lost ancestor."

"Oh? Did their ancestor disappear in the World of Death?"

"Yes, that happened in the past. I heard this is the Barbarian with the strongest bloodline. But I’m confused why they only ca now. The World of Death has opened several tis since their ancestor vanished, yet they never showed up."

"There must be a reason."

"..."

The Ancient Barbarians imdiately tried to enter the city after arriving.

However, the city’s formation suddenly activated, blocking them.

"What is the aning of this, Lord of Crimson Veil? Are we not allowed to go to the World of Death?" their leader—a middle-aged man covered in scars—shouted loudly.

At the sa ti, a man in his thirties appeared, with dark blond hair and a crimson coat.

His face was handso but cold, perfectly matching the chilling aura he exuded.

It was none other than Ethan Holystar.

His poor reputation in the Holy Star Kingdom did not hinder his success within the Order of the Crimson Veil.

He remained indifferent even in front of the giants, calming the uneasy citizens.

"Barbarian King, wait until the World of Death opens," he said.

"Why can’t we enter the city?" the Barbarian King asked.

People’s expressions turned strange upon hearing that question.

Of course—it was because they could cause massive destruction.

But even the Barbarian King wasn’t particularly sharp.

"Just wait outside!" Ethan said, clearly unwilling to explain further.

He disappeared again.

BANG!

The Barbarian King struck the city’s formation, only to be repelled.

Even so, the impact caused the entire city to tremble.

"Peak Ruler!" people realized his realm.

Even with such power, breaking the city’s formation was impossible.

It was backed not only by a Peak Ancient Sovereign like the Crimson Ancestor, but also by three Grand Sovereigns of the Order of the Crimson Veil.

"Hmph! Hmph!" The Barbarians snorted in frustration.

In the end, they could only retreat to another mountain to wait.

Richard paid them little attention.

He entered the city through the gate, wearing a hooded robe and, of course, paying the entrance fee.

With no particular plan in mind, he wandered around, observing his surroundings.

It didn’t take long before he spotted a familiar face—a young man with light brown hair, sowhat slender, yet fairly handso.

His appearance hadn’t changed much despite the seven years that had passed.

It was Luke—a young master of the Order of the Crimson Veil, and the grandson of the youngest Ancient Sovereign of the faction.

Of course, only his appearance seed unchanged—his strength had grown significantly.

He had reached the Lord Realm, even advancing to the mid-stage—higher than Richard.

As a genius backed by the resources of the Order of the Crimson Veil, this was nothing unusual.

The young man sat alone in a teahouse, occasionally glancing outside, clearly waiting for soone.

Sure enough, not long after, a blonde woman arrived.

She looked elegant in a modest dress that still couldn’t hide her captivating figure.

Elena...

She looked the sa as before, seemingly unchanged.

Though that was only Richard’s guess.

When Elena reached Luke’s table, instead of sitting down, she pushed the table over, stunning everyone watching.

Luke froze at her sudden action.

"Can you stop sending invitations to et?" Elena said, her brows furrowed.

With just those words, Luke instantly beca the center of gossip.

Everyone knew his noble identity—yet even with that, he couldn’t win over the woman he wanted.

"Elena, why do you keep rejecting ?" Luke asked, his tone rising.

Perhaps he was angry—her actions had humiliated him in public.

Even if she wanted to refuse him, she could have done so without drawing attention.

"This isn’t because of Gray from the Order of Peak World, is it? That bastard already has many lovers—do you want to beco one of them?" Fueled by anger and hurt, Luke lost control, his words turning harsh.

"That’s none of your concern," Elena replied indifferently.

"You only need to know that you’re not my choice."

After saying that, she turned and walked away swiftly.

Watching all of this, Richard was montarily stunned, wondering whether Elena had also fallen for Gray’s charm.

"Have you accepted reality now?"

A soft yet cold voice suddenly echoed through the surroundings.

An orange portal appeared out of nowhere in front of the teahouse as a young woman stepped out, followed by several other young won.

She had long, wavy orange hair, her fair skin carrying a faint rosy tint, and a figure so alluring that its curves flowed perfectly from top to bottom.

The crowd could only stare, captivated by her beauty.

The young woman looked at Luke, as if she wanted to mock his misfortune—but in the end, she held herself back, shaking her head lightly.