Charlie stared at the interference of his School System's status—after the discussion about the [Servants of Will]. He wanted to summon the Saint of Passion, the mask given to him by the mysterious leader of that group. But his heart had been beating faster since morning, ever since it all started.
After the school system had undergone an update, whoever did it must've been insanely powerful—because no one had ever hacked or altered the system created by Totla. No one ever did. Yet somehow, this man or woman—Saint of Dusk—had managed to do it, and even the school's Weaved tech hadn't detected it. Just the thought made a chill crawl down his spine.
And not only that—just thinking about daring to challenge those dangerous gangs that ruled not only the city but the entire nation was madness. No one ever tried. Whoever did… their heads ended up hanging at the gates of those gangs' mansions.
Even the royals didn't interfere—no matter how wrong or brutal those gangs were. They stayed silent, pretending not to see. And the people didn't blame them either. Because they knew.
They knew the danger.
They knew the misfortune that would follow if anyone tried to stand against them.
That's why the [Servants of Will] might become something no one expected—maybe even the savior of the Heaven itself.
And Charlie?
He didn't even question anything. He had tried to—he was about to ask something that might've offended the leader—but was interrupted by another member named Saint of Dawn, the co-leader, and possibly the other founder of the [Servants of Will].
And he needed to look into it c'ause of the growing curiosity in his heart.
And Charlie had drawn one conclusion: the leader and co-leader must be from the School of Thoughts and Perseverance Of Sri Branch. Why?
Here's the best part.
There was no way he had ever gone outside Sri City, and even if he did move around inside it, he had never met anyone who could possibly be the leader. No one could alter the School's System while being just a human above Class A. But there were a few exceptions:
The first was the current leader of the Forge Clan, Emulan Forge, whom Charlie had met a few months before joining the School of Thoughts and Perseverance. But he already ruled that out—why? Because clan leaders never leave their clan realm. The clan realm, a small world said to be a divine gift to each clan, remains eternal. Even when a clan becomes extinct, the realm doesn't decay; it stays the same. And so does the way to enter it—unless the current leader dies.
The second possibility was someone much closer—the one responsible for both siblings directly: Seraphus De Steelheart, the president of the School of Thoughts and Perseverance, Sri Branch. The Sword Saint.
He was the first in the world to master the Sun Technique of the sword arts. Though sword arts were the specialty of the Steelheart Clan, Seraphus was known as the first to master them—and even the one who had uncovered certain forbidden mysteries of the world.
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Just then, a grin appeared across his face. He could already guess the leader or co-leader of the [Servants of Will]. A perfect plan had formed in his mind. When he went to the Shankra branch, he would make an excuse to visit his new friend, Ibaan De Light, for the night—and at the same time, find a perfect reason to send his sister, Selphina, to the President's house.
Selphina would be the key—the road leading him to the conclusion of whether the so-called President was truly the leader or not. And if not, he would decide the rest later.
He sighed.
Warson Street, 8:00 PM.
A quiet figure ran through the abandoned street.
This street carried the name Warson because centuries ago, a great war had taken place here—one that carved its name deep into history. It was the first war street, and maybe the last. Since then, it had remained deserted. Everyone who once lived here had long died, and those who dared to stay never stayed normal—they always ended up crippled. The reason? No one knew.
The figure wore a mask—a greyish-white mask with a single horn extending upward from its upper left side, its eyes glowing like white calcite.
Charlie's vision had sharpened greatly since wearing the mask. Everything around him seemed slowed down while he moved at normal speed, making it feel as if the world was frozen and he was the only one alive. It was almost fun. And with his Apprentice Branch's enhanced physical traits, he could move even faster.
He had already made Selphina agree to go to the President's house, and it worked. The President was home at that time and even allowed Charlie to visit Ibaan's place—though that was just an excuse.
The Shankra Mountain was only a few streets away—three to be exact. But he had to go through the riverside, because if he went by land, he'd face security—SG, the Shankra Guard. They had enormous income and influence, and for reasons known only to the SG, the government, the generals, the kings, and the Sanctified.
When he reached the end of Warson Street, he turned right toward the Helum River—the national river that stretched across the nation and even through neighboring lands.
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He arrived at the base of Shankra Mountain through the Helum River. Even though he was still in the Apprentice Branch of his [Mark of Anima], his Mark Energy was exceptional—more than it should be. Normally, the Initiate Branch had almost no Mark Energy, and the Apprentice just slightly more. But his energy flowed in abundance, likely because of the unknown talent he possessed.
That was why he hadn't run out of energy, even after using so much of his [The Wind Walker ] skill—one that enhanced his speed both on land and in the air.
He leapt and ran upward through the mountain, jumping from tree to tree. It would take him almost an hour to reach the top, where the gathering was supposed to take place.