After confirming his choice of wanting to choose the [The Sevenfold Revelation Codex], Leo walked out of the manual choosing area and headed straight towards dorm number A-44, where a mage specialization student, with a particular set of skills resided.
Rumor had it that this particular guy possessed a thod to smuggle skill manuals and scrolls out of the academy, thanks to so special artifact hidden in his possession.
Once outside, his contacts would swiftly replicate the contents before returning the originals— all without anyone inside ever suspecting a thing, which was why his services were rather popular amongst the first years trying to make a quick buck.
Leo understood that it would be impossible for him to fully master a ditation manual within the re thirty days remaining before the sester ended.
As reaching the Transcendent stage wasn't sothing that could be rushed.
Even conservatively, it would take him at least a few years of relentless practice to reach the stage, if not a full decade.
Which was why he knew just how crucial it was to have this manual replicated before he left.
As without it, he would lose access to his daily progress ter once his ti at the academy ended, making future progress far more difficult.
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*Knock*
*Knock*
Leo rapped his knuckles twice on the door marked A-44, standing casually in the dimly lit hallway of the dormitory block.
A few seconds passed before there was a shuffling sound behind the door— followed by a click as it swung open.
Standing behind it was a lanky young man with ssy auburn hair, thick glasses slipping down his nose, and an unbuttoned Rodova uniform draped loosely over his fra.
The mont Roger— the infamous "smuggler" of the first-years— recognized who was standing at his doorstep, he practically froze mid-motion.
His eyes widened into perfect saucers, darting between Leo's stoic face and the tiny Leo Skyshard action figurine sitting proudly atop a cluttered desk behind him.
"Oh my god... It's you! It's Leo Skyshard himself!" Roger gasped, pointing frantically between Leo and the miniature model.
He let out a choked laugh, running both hands through his hair in disbelief.
"I've always wanted to talk to you, you're like one of my heroes— Please, please, co in!" Roger said hastily, stepping aside and motioning him into the cramped but surprisingly well-organized room.
Leo nodded once and stepped inside, as the door clicked shut behind them.
Roger tried to compose himself, clearing his throat awkwardly as he practically buzzed with excitent.
"So... uh... what can I do for you, Mr. Skyshard?" he asked eagerly, clasping his hands in front of him like a nervous intern eting a celebrity.
As Leo wasted no ti and presented his demands.
"I need you to replicate sothing for ," he said, voice calm but carrying the unmistakable weight of seriousness.
Roger blinked.
"Replicate?" he echoed, his enthusiasm dimming slightly as he adjusted his glasses. "A skill scroll? Or a library book?"
"A ditation manual," Leo clarified, handing over the data slate with the authorization code for the [Sevenfold Revelation Codex].
The mont Roger read the label, his whole body stiffened.
"T-Transcendent-grade?" he sputtered, staring at Leo like he had just asked him to forge a starship out of scrap tal.
Leo only nodded once.
For a long mont, Roger looked deeply uncomfortable, fidgeting in place as he weighed his next words carefully.
"Look... I can smuggle it out for you. That part's doable," he said slowly.
"But copying a Transcendent-level ditation manual... that's an entirely different problem, im not sure I can do."Roger said, as his words made Leo frown.
"What's wrong? I'll pay you whatever you want…." Leo said, as he assured Roger to not worry about paynts, however, Roger only shook his head in response.
"It's not about the money, sir, the problem behind creating or replicating a manual is that a warrior can only ever create a manual that's one grade lower than their cultivation and only ever replicate a manual that's the sa grade." Roger began, as he adjusted his glasses.
"aning— if you're a Grandmaster, the best you can personally create is a Master-grade manual.
But if you were a Monarch, you can produce up to Transcendent-grade stuff, that's original and created by you."
He said while pacing a few steps nervously around the room.
"And while you need to be the sa grade as the manual to copy it.
The manual you have brought is Transcendent grade, which ans I have to sohow find a Transcendent grade warrior to copy it for you.
And not just any Transcendent Warrior will do.
I need to find a Transcendent Warrior who is also a scribe and can endure the strain of replicating every rune, energy channel, and structure embedded inside without their life force collapsing."
Leo stayed silent, absorbing the information, as Roger continued, wringing his hands.
"Copying a ditation manual isn't like copying a normal scroll. It burns life force. A lot of it. It's a process that strains the soul itself— which is why most people only ever dare replicate lower-grade stuff for quick money."
He looked at Leo almost pleadingly.
"And finding a trustworthy Transcendent-level warrior on the outside? Soone who won't steal the copy, leak the existence of the manual, or try to blackmail you later?"
Roger shook his head miserably.
"That's very hard. The smugglers I usually work with for Grandmaster-level stuff are all people I know—people I can track down and punish if they cross . But Transcendents?" He gave a helpless shrug. "Different league."
Leo's gaze sharpened slightly.
"Are you saying it's impossible?"
Roger hesitated.
"I'm saying... it's very risky." he said. "And it's very expensive."
Leo didn't move. He simply continued staring at Roger with that steady, patient intensity that made it clear he wasn't walking away.
Under that pressure, Roger visibly wilted.
He rubbed the back of his neck, muttered sothing under his breath, then finally threw up his hands.
"You know what? Screw it. You're Leo Skyshard," he said, grinning half-crazily. "I'll do it. I'll find soone."
"But it's going to cost you," he added quickly, raising a finger. "Two hundred thousand MP. Non-negotiable."
Leo nodded almost instantly, as if the amount ant nothing to him.
"Done," he said.
As Roger blinked again, clearly expecting a harder negotiation.
But seeing Leo's unwavering acceptance, he realized exactly what kind of man he was dealing with.
Leo Skyshard wasn't a peasant, and could actually pay 200,000 to have a manual copied, even though it was the sa amount of money as a professor's yearly salary.
"Alright then," Roger said, voice firming up slightly. "Give two days. I'll arrange it."
Leo turned toward the door, pausing just long enough to throw a short nod over his shoulder.
"Two days," he repeated. "Don't disappoint , Roger."
Then he was gone, leaving Roger staring after him— half-thrilled, half-terrified at the job he had just agreed to undertake.
"I have to do this! I must not disappoint Leo Skyshard….. hahaha. This will be a story that my grandkids will tell their grandkids when Leo becos a Monarch soday.
That their old man used to smuggle manuals for Monarch Leo Skyshard in Rodova!
Hahahaha—-" Roger said to himself, as he resolved to get this done anyhow.
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