"A mage?"
Back inside the Greyson residence, Rysten’s raspy voice echoed, his eyes squinting toward the shimring screen up ahead.
It was the only possibility.
He nodded in thought. Ever since the golden influx of energy, his destructive range had soared. His control as well.
"An excellent class," another elder muttered. Mages were always held in high regard wherever they went, feared even more for their power.
"Haha, great. It even perfectly complents his talent," another elder chuckled softly. This was like paving a road toward the grand heights they didn’t doubt the youth would achieve.
And as they watched events unfold further, that thought only rang truer. The single destructive blade of darkness he once wielded had split into three, just as nacing.
His talent was truly sothing else.
Normally, the deeper one ventured into a dungeon, the harder it beca to clear monsters.
But the green-robed youth was proving the opposite. Slaying every beast in his path instantly, regardless of level.
"You’re not just strong. You’re smart as well," Mistress Aria muttered quietly, a satisfied smirk resting on her lips as she twirled a strand of her silver hair playfully. Now all that remained was to see how that would play out.
And they didn’t have to wait long. After finding a girl to help him navigate the maze-like tunnels, they watched eagerly as he headed deeper, wondering how he would fare against stronger opponents.
But not this strong. Lord Greyson hissed as the three figures stepped into a clearing, where several Level 10 beasts prowled ahead.
Quite a leap in both level and quality.
Any regular awakened would have retreated.
But from what they had seen so far. The flicker of doubt in their eyes had slowly peeled away, replaced with hope.
If he played his cards right... he might just clinch the win. An absurd thought for a Level 5. But everything they had witnessed so far was quietly redefining their standards.
A new scale was forming in their minds, one built solely around him. And the longer they stared, the more they wondered if he would live up to it.
"Co on, Ulric," Lord Greyson muttered, leaning forward in his chair. Through the screen, he stared into the youth’s crimson eyes, so reminiscent of his mother’s.
There it was.
That familiar tinge of confidence. The sa look he had worn when he promised to break into D-rank within a week.
"Show what you can do."
Back inside the dungeon, Lyra and Lena stood frozen, their eyes fixed on the beasts ahead. And with good reason. Ulric’s words had only confird their fears.
Level 10 Dire Wolves. Unlike the beasts they had just fought, these were on an entirely different level.
Each towered well over three ters, their fur a deep soot-black with a white collar framing their necks.
Their fras bulged monstrously, packed with slabs of muscle. They paced restlessly, as if waiting for unlucky souls to wander into their territory so they could tear them apart.
"Let’s go back... these beasts are too strong," Lyra whispered, her fra arching slightly under the pressure they emitted, even from this distance.
Lena was faring far worse. She hadn’t even awakened her class yet. Her body trembled violently, beads of sweat dripping down her face and soaking into her robe, which clung tightly to her figure.
Her head nodded weakly in agreent.
They could still retreat. Retrace their steps. Find another tunnel with weaker beasts.
It wasn’t too late. The wolves hadn’t noticed them yet.
There was no sha in retreating to fight another day. But the figure at the front didn’t share their concern as a baffling grin stretched across his lips.
"No need."
Pulling up his system interface, he dumped all 24 blank attributes into intelligence before stepping forward.
With a wave of his hand, three dark blades coalesced before him, oozing corrosive energy, reflecting the change instantly.
Their surfaces extended slightly, edges growing sharper and more serrated. He suspected that with a few more points, he could conjure a fourth blade.
As the surge of energy settled, his eyes locked onto the three Dire Wolves ahead.
"W-wait... what are you doing?" Lyra
muttered, barely processing his words before watching him advance. A similar question flickered through the elders’ eyes as they watched the green-robed youth walk forward.
He wasn’t a warrior. Why was he charging in?
Mages were known for devastating power, but frail builds. Long-range combat was their advantage.
Which only deepened the confusion.
"Co back!" Lyra shouted, panic rising.
But her voice caught in her throat.
The pacing wolves abruptly stopped, their gazes snapping toward Ulric, before they bolted. They had already seen him.
Her face fell. Retreat was no longer an option. The ground trembled beneath the incoming charge, claws ripping through the dungeon floor as if slicing through butter.
Ulric’s smile widened, feeling the change.They were strong. Good.
Raising his hand, he flicked his wrist. The hovering blades answered instantly, streaking forward with a sharp hiss. The wolves attempted to dodge.
But it was all futile. His control over the blades was no different from moving his own arms.
Monts later, they struck true, burning holes clean through the beasts’ torsos. Once again proving the destructive might of his S-rank Monarch of Darkness.
But, it wasn’t enough. Blood poured freely, yet the wolves remained standing. Their charge faltered for only a second, before resuming.
This ti far more enraged, bloodlust overtaking pain. Uncaring of their bleeding bodies. He suspected a few more strikes would finish them.
But he doubted they would give him that chance. They were seconds away from impact.
Seeing it unfold, Lyra’s eyes widened as a scream tore from her lips.
"Noooo, Ulric!"
She charged forward instinctively toward what seed like death’s embrace. This was what she had feared. Why she had vowed to protect him. And yet...She had been too weak to do anything.
The thought gnawed at her as she pushed her body to its limits, gripping her staff tightly, vision blurring with unshed tears.
Just as she braced for the worst, his calm voice echoed, cutting through her panic as she forced her eyes open.
The next sight and his words leaving her stunned.
"Finally!" Ulric growled, stretching his hands forward.
He eyed the beasts charging at him, holes still burning through their torsos.
"Sothing that can withstand a single attack without crumbling."
As his words fell, crimson veins flared across his outstretched arms.
His crimson eyes glowed faintly as he finally unleashed sothing he had been holding back.
His Interdiate Mortal Corrupted Physique.
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