Leon remained outside the gates of [Myriad Race City] for several minutes, speaking calmly with Eleonore, Alice, Aaron, and David.
It quickly beca clear that they were still fighting as a group rather than splitting apart prematurely.
Which in Leon’s opinion was the correct decision for this stage of their developnt.
Synergy and mutual support allowed them to handle threats far beyond what any of them could safely confront alone, especially in a place as unpredictable as the [Lower Domain].
All of them had around 40,000 to 50,000 Combat Power, which for their current level and tiline was extrely impressive and already placed them far above the average player wandering the domain.
Eleonore, however, stood out clearly from the rest.
She had approximately 75,000 Combat Power, a number that would have been considered absurdly high at this stage even in his previous life.
It was obvious that her [Acher of Destiny (SS-Level)] talent played a major role in that explosive growth.
Because even without knowing the exact description of her ability, Leon knew it would be insane.
In fact, Leon did not know the full details of any of their talents, but he didn’t mind.
Helping them gain a push at the right monts was enough.
Everything else depended on their own ambition and discipline.
Still, he could not deny that Eleonore’s current strength surprised him the most.
Because if she continued advancing at this pace, she would rise far higher than in his previous life, even among all races.
"We plan to go on our own when we eventually reach the [Higher Domain]," Eleonore said in her calm but firm tone, her eyes steady as she looked at Leon, "It is far better that way."
"Also, there’s no real chance we stay together later anyway," Aaron added with a casual shrug, "I want to focus on growing stronger and maybe create a guild soday, or find a team!"
"I-I want to support a team too," Alice said softly.
And then there was David.
"I want to get strong enough to have a harem," he declared boldly, crossing his arms with exaggerated confidence.
For a brief mont, complete silence followed.
Eleonore blinked once. Aaron stared at him with an unreadable expression.
Alice’s face turned slightly red.
And Leon... he was the only one that laughed.
"I knew brother Leon would understand," David said proudly, "There are so many races here, and the rules in [Eternal Ascension] are not the sa as in the real world, so why limit yourself?"
Leon understood where David was coming from, as that was the dream of many others.
Still, achieving such a goal would require overwhelming strength.
It was not sothing one could obtain through delusion alone.
Eleonore, Alice, and Aaron exchanged looks and lightly shook their heads.
Because although they recognized that David’s dream was technically possible.
It still sounded ridiculous when spoken so openly.
As for Leon himself... he didn’t care much except for growin strong enough to fight the gods.
"As long as you have a goal," Leon said calmly, raising a hand to ease the awkwardness, "whatever it is, then you should be fine."
Once that topic concluded, Leon opened his [Storage Space] and ntally sorted through his items.
He tried to determine what he could reasonably provide.
"The items I have right now are extrely good," he admitted honestly, "but most of them have requirents that you simply cannot et yet."
That did not an he had nothing to give.
He retrieved several elental sub-talents that he had previously acquired in the [Elental Lands], along with a few enhancent-type sub-talents that he had stored.
And then he began distributing them carefully so that each person received sothing that aligned with their fighting style.
"These will strengthen your elental attacks and improve your base attributes," Leon explained as he handed them over.
The mont they absorbed the sub-talents, subtle waves of energy radiated from their bodies.
And their expressions brightened almost imdiately as they felt the tangible boost in power.
They thanked him repeatedly, perhaps more tis than necessary, but Leon simply lifted his palm with a faint grin.
"It’s fine," he said, "just focus on getting stronger, even after you separate."
"Alright, brother Leon," David replied enthusiastically.
They continued talking for a short while longer.
But just before they parted—
"Wait, Alice," Leon called out, reaching back into his [Storage Space] as if rembering sothing important.
With a smooth motion, he pulled out the [Blood Wyvern Armor 2 (Legendary)].
Its crimson scales glinting faintly under the city’s ambient light.
The armor required a blood-related sub-talent or skill, and among them, only Alice t that condition.
"I know you probably prefer sothing like a robe," Leon said, aware of her supportive role, "but this armor is extrely strong, and it will increase your survivability significantly."
Alice’s eyes widened in shock before she hurriedly bowed several tis while accepting it with trembling hands.
Leon did not insist that she wear it because that choice belonged to her, but he trusted that she would recognize its value.
After that, the group reentered [Myriad Race City] to rest and regroup, while Leon remained outside.
Without hesitation, he activated the [World Map] once more.
Ding!
[Do you wish to teleport to "Hub City"?]
"Yes."
Fwoosh!
Space folded again, and within seconds Leon appeared outside [Hub City].
He quickly entered the city and rushed through it.
After approximately two minutes, he arrived at rek’s dilapidated alchemist shop, where the blue-skinned alchemist stood behind his counter while tinkering with sothing.
"Hello," Leon said simply.
"So you ca back," rek replied with a sly grin, though a faint tremor betrayed his awareness of Leon’s recent growth.
"Don’t lie," Leon said casually, "there was an equal chance I didn’t."
rek chuckled, "Heh... true."
Even he could sense that the human standing before him was far more dangerous than when they last spoke.
"I’m preparing to finally move," rek explained, gesturing toward a large backpack filled with carefully packed tools and materials, "I want to go sowhere my skills can truly shine."
Leon’s eyes glead slightly.
"How about [Moon City]? I have a blacksmith friend there who could use your skills."
An alchemist and a blacksmith working together was a rare but powerful combination.
The alchemist could provid amazing materials while the blacksmith could craft equipnt out of them.
"Go to the blacksmith in the main square," Leon instructed, "his na is Tolkien, and tell him I sent you."
After a brief pause, rek nodded, "Alright."
With that settled, Leon offered a final farewell and stepped back outside.
’Alright... final stop.’
Ding!
[Do you wish to teleport to "Moon City"?]
"Yes."
Fwoosh!
Monts later, Leon appeared before the towering gates of [Moon City], and without wasting ti he entered and headed straight toward the main square.
As he approached, he imdiately noticed sothing different.
"Damn," he muttered quietly.
Tolkien’s shop was far more crowded than before, with even high-level players lining up to repair or enhance their equipnt.
It seed like Tolkien’s craftsmanship had already gained a formidable reputation across the entire [Lower Domain #1].
Leon stepped toward the crowd with a neutral expression, intending to finish this quickly.
However, the mont one player turned and recognized him—
"HOLY SHIT," the person shouted at the top of his lungs, "IT’S [Celestial]!"
And in that instant, the entire atmosphere shifted.
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