In a chamber lined with towering pillars, blue runes snaked their way up to the ceiling, pulsing with energy. In the center sat a bald man, strong and muscular, draped in a flowing blue robe adorned with yellow lightning patterns. His exposed skin was covered in intricate blue tattoos, each glowing brightly whenever a bolt of lightning struck him. He didn’t even flinch as the electricity coursed through his body. Instead, he reveled in it. With every strike, his aura grew stronger, pulsing with raw power.
Logan had endured hardship ever since the vampires discovered them on the fifth stage. His life in the tutorial had been good until then. He had established his own base, and after receiving the legendary blessing from the goddess Aurora, the Rising Star, he had beco nearly unstoppable.
As the leader of nearly five thousand humans, his monthly inco was already massive. There had been so opposition at first, but he had silenced it quickly. His power far surpassed that of anyone else in his base, and they depended on him. Especially since he was the only one with a legendary blessing. The rest had only been baptized, which was a great advantage but nothing compared to the overwhelming benefits of a legendary blessing.
Aurora wasn’t the most powerful deity, but she was close to the top. If his performance in the tutorial was exceptional and if he contributed to Ankhet’s downfall. She would reap massive benefits. That was why Logan worked tirelessly on his cultivation, pushing himself beyond his limits.
They had been forced to flee from the vampires on the fourth stage, but he had managed to take so of them down before retreating. Vampires were formidable enemies, their gaze capable of unleashing devastating ntal attacks that left victims vulnerable to a killing blow. Logan had never fallen prey to such an attack, but many of his n had. In his opinion, vampires were overpowered, and it was completely unfair that they had to compete against them.
That made the current situation all the more baffling. The undead likely had overwhelming forces on the fifth stage. This was supposed to be where all their elite fighters gathered, yet none of the powerful vampires had attacked him directly. They hadn't even launched large-scale assaults with the massive swarms of undead they undoubtedly controlled.
There were still a few decently strong vampires roaming near his base, but it was far from the overwhelming force he had expected. Instead, the vampires lurked in the shadows, waiting for his hunting parties to venture too far from safety. Aside from Logan himself, only a handful of his fighters could hold their ground against a vampire, even against those who weren’t the strongest in this tutorial. So why hadn’t the undead launched a full-scale attack?
As far as he knew, his was the only human base in this tutorial. He had conquered every settlent they had discovered, so there shouldn’t be many human strongholds left. And yet, rather than attempting a direct siege, the vampires rely waited, preying on those who strayed too far.
This was a major problem. Many of his people hadn’t even reached level eighty and still needed to hunt to grow stronger. Even those in early E-grade weren’t safe from the vampires. Reaching E-grade didn’t make as much of a difference as many assud. While it granted access to new skills, most classes didn’t provide truly powerful E-grade abilities in the early levels. Only those with exceptionally high-rarity classes had access to such benefits. Logan, however, possessed a Legendary class, and the power it granted him was utterly insane.
His patron, the goddess of storms, had blessed him with the Stormborn Warrior class. Under normal circumstances, he might have only received an Exalted or maybe an Ancient class. But with her divine assistance, he had achieved the unthinkable. His class wasn’t just any legendary class either. So legendary classes provided great stats but weak skills, while others granted powerful abilities but lacked strong attributes. His, however, excelled in both areas. He was likely close to qualifying for a Mythic class, which explained the sheer power of his abilities.
Logan wielded no weapons; his body itself was his weapon. Storm energy, a fusion of lightning and air, coursed through him. The tattoos covering his skin allowed him to absorb the power of lightning and strong winds, converting them into devastating attacks or refining them for cultivation. His most powerful skill, Stormborn Forge, was his first legendary ability and it had changed his life forever.
It summoned a raging storm around him, allowing him to direct bolts of lightning onto his enemies. For tempering, he simply had to target himself. The skill transford mana into storm energy, which he could then use to strengthen his body. In battle, he could even strike himself with lightning to further empower his attacks.
His class was particularly effective against vampires. The blood they manipulated was powerful, but it was also a decent conductor of electricity. While it wasn’t as effective as he would have liked, it was still enough to deliver unexpected shocks mid-battle, disrupting their attacks. Logan couldn’t wait to complete the tutorial and et the Chosen One of his goddess. That individual had to be incredibly skilled and powerful. Just being near them would be an opportunity to learn and grow even stronger.
The future after the tutorial looked promising, but getting there would be more than just a little difficult. The undead were powerful, and so far, Logan hadn’t even encountered the strongest among them. That would likely change soon, as a special quest was set to appear in just a week.
When it did, he would have to locate the catacombs and launch an attack on the undead. He wasn’t looking forward to that part, but he had prepared himself well. Normally, he invested in storm-related materials for cultivation, but when the system shop opened in a few hours, he planned to prioritize escape tokens instead. Those tokens were invaluable for survival. When activated, they would instantly teleport him several kiloters in a chosen direction.
Logan wasn’t sure if that would be enough to escape the vampires, as they were probably the best bloodhounds in existence, but he was confident it would at least buy him so ti to recover. Alongside the tokens, he had also acquired talismans that could fully restore his mana and stamina once broken.
The drawback was that they drained a portion of his health and suppressed his regeneration for six hours, but they were perfect for situations where he simply needed to keep running. Even though he hadn’t lost a fight since receiving his blessing, that didn’t an he was invincible. He wanted to be prepared for everything.
His fighters, however, couldn’t afford such treasures and would likely be left behind. Logan hoped the ti they unknowingly bought him with their lives would be enough for his escape. His tokens were powerful, allowing him to activate a second one within two hours, whereas regular escape tokens usually had a cooldown of an entire day. He hadn’t bought them yet, but he had more than enough money to do so once the system shop opened. After securing them, he would finally start actively hunting the vampires outside his base.
Until now, he had focused solely on body tempering and growing stronger, mostly ignoring the vampire threat. So what if a few of his people died? It wasn’t his fault they were too weak. Losing so of his n wouldn’t make much difference in the grand sche of the war. Hunting down the vampires would be difficult, but not impossible. At least not for him.
With multiple movent skills and a fast-recovering stamina and mana pool, Logan was confident he could track down and eliminate them, even if they had the numbers advantage. In fact, he was looking forward to it. It would be a good warm-up for the war ahead and, more importantly, perfect for propaganda.
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He would gladly fra the entire thing as a noble effort to protect his people from the vampire nace. Morale was crucial, and they needed to believe in him. The truth was, most of them would die in the war ahead, but as long as they trusted him until then, it wouldn’t matter. They would never see it coming when he used the escape token to leave them behind. He wondered how many other humans had made it to the fifth stage. He doubted any other human force was stronger than his.
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