Chapter 151
Planning
After some time had passed, the three finally arrived at their destination.
There, from behind the dense trees, they clearly saw the scene: the Seventh Elder of the You Ming family standing beside the Spirit Spring, surrounded by a large group of soldiers spread cautiously throughout the area, gathering the diamond sands without hesitation as though the land belonged solely to them.
'Their numbers are large… And that old man… his strength is far from ordinary.'
Zhuo Fan's expression stiffened slightly as he observed the situation with an experienced gaze.
'Even if Arthur and I work together, we still won't be able to kill him head-on.' Not now.
But what truly worried him was not the Seventh Elder… but the person standing beside him.
Arthur…
Thoughts quietly crowded Zhuo Fan's mind:
'Has this boy even revealed his full strength yet? Or is what I've seen only a tiny fraction of it?
He's a damned mystery…'
In every confrontation, in every battle, Arthur surprised him again. A new power, a different style, illogical growth.
'Control over wind… Those blue sparks resembling lightning… A bracelet that transforms into a sword… And then that aura…
The aura of death.
An aura that isn't born from nothing, but carved through bloody battles and countless fights.
Just how many lives has this boy taken to reach such a level? And on top of that… he's still only in his twenties.'
Zhuo Fan slowly clenched his fist.
'Even his rapid growth… rivals mine, the Demonic Emperor with centuries of experience.
Could he be reincarnated? And if he is… then who exactly is he?'
Conflicting thoughts filled his mind as the mystery called Arthur became increasingly complicated.
At that moment, Arthur noticed Zhuo Fan's scrutinizing gaze on him. He smiled calmly, as though he had noticed nothing.
Then he spoke in a low voice:
"So… what's our next plan? We can't confront that old man directly. Even together, we're still too weak."
A faint crafty smile appeared on Zhuo Fan's face.
"I have a plan. Follow me."
With those words, Zhuo Fan moved deeper into the forest, weaving between trees and bushes as though searching for something specific.
Arthur watched him silently before sighing inwardly.
'This damned bastard is suspicious of me… I'm certain of it.
He's probably wondering how I became this strong. But the more important question is… how did you become like this?
You're roughly my age, yet you fight people hundreds of times stronger than yourself.
I have Kain, Wrath, and the experience of multiple worlds… but you?
Who are you really?'
Arthur's thoughts returned to what the young lady Lei Yunting had once said. Zhuo Fan used to be a weak and gentle servant who couldn't even kill a butterfly.
Then suddenly… after the attack on the Luo family…
everything changed.
'Is he a transmigrator too? And if he is… is he like me? Or something else?'
The thoughts violently collided inside Arthur's mind.
'Kain.'
|Yes|
'Can you tell whether someone else has transmigrated into this world?'
|You mean a transmigrator like you?|
'Yes.'
|I can… but only during battle.| |When fighting, the aura of a person's original world appears.| |Whether the transmigration was spiritual or physical, that aura remains engraved like a seal.| |But without battle, or unless the person intentionally releases their aura… I cannot be certain.|
'I understand… thank you.'
Arthur slowly exhaled.
'So I need to fight Zhuo Fan to know the truth… But how? And why?'
Before he could continue his thoughts, the sharp sound of collision echoed from ahead.
Arthur immediately opened his eyes.
Ning'er was lying on the ground after Zhuo Fan had pushed her away at the last second to avoid a sharp sword strike that had passed through their position moments earlier.
Arthur immediately moved toward Zhuo Fan.
At that moment, an arrogant voice came from above:
"You're quite brave… Trying to capture my pet spirit beast."
Arthur and Zhuo Fan raised their gazes.
It was a young man standing atop a raised hill. His clothes were luxurious, his long blue hair flowed behind him, and in his hand was a beautiful shining sword. On his shoulder sat a small white mouse whose eyes gleamed with intelligence.
"What happened, Zhuo?"
Arthur spoke indifferently, his voice calm.
"We caught a rat… and it turns out it has an owner. But it doesn't matter… whether it has a master or not, we're taking it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Fan shot him a sharp look. Meanwhile, the young man smiled proudly and arrogantly.
"And what do we have here? Two weak fighters trying to challenge me? Well then, allo—"
He never finished.
Arthur moved like a flashing blur.
In a single instant, he was standing before the young man, his black sword in his right hand.
"And who said this is your father's stage, so you can speak however you please, spoiled brat?"
Arthur swung his sword directly toward the young man's head.
Cold sweat appeared on the blue-haired youth's forehead from the terrifying speed.
He smiled and raised his sword before his face.
"Heaven Technique."
A pure blue aura gathered around his blade, and the two swords collided in a violent clash that shook the air.
Arthur moved instantly, raising his right hand and striking again.
The young man raised his sword to block—
But—
Arthur's sword vanished.
As though it had never existed at all.
In that opening, Arthur's left hand moved like a serpent, holding a small dagger made of bone.
He drove it violently toward the young man's body.
The dagger struck him heavily, but the moment it touched him, it shattered into scattered fragments as though it had hit an unbreakable wall.
At that moment, Arthur's eyes widened slightly in surprise when he noticed the beautiful artifact armor tightly surrounding the young man's body, emitting a faint glow that revealed its exceptional quality.
'Just… how many artifact treasures does this boy possess in the name of the Creator of the universe?'
The blue-haired youth retreated several steps backward, staring at Arthur standing before him with unwavering dominance, as though someone entirely different had replaced the arrogant youth from moments earlier.
'He must be from one of the seven families… yes, I'm certain of it. The number of treasures, techniques, clothing, even the way he acts… everything points to that. And there's only one solution before me. If I let him leave now, I'll bring another disaster upon the weak Luo family.'
Arthur sighed calmly, his eyes still fixed on his opponent. In the next moment, blue electrical sparks began dancing violently around his body, gradually mixing with a dense dark aura, suffocating and overflowing with murderous energy.
'I have to kill him… no matter the cost.'
Only one word settled inside Arthur's mind: kill.
At that moment, he returned to his previous days, to his time as a merciless bloody assassin. The dark killing aura roared around his body and fused with the blue sparks in a terrifying sight before a tremendous pressure surged like a storm toward the young man before him.
'He… wants to kill me!'
Everyone present realized that Arthur was not joking and that he had abandoned any intention of retreating. His sole goal in that moment was killing, and nothing else.
The blue-haired youth's body trembled before that overwhelming dark aura, cold sweat pouring down his forehead as the arrogance vanished from his eyes, replaced by naked fear.
"Brother… tell me, what is your name?"
'Oh? So he no longer wants to fight… but who cares? I'll kill you one way or another.'
Before Arthur could finish his thoughts, a more beautiful… and more useful idea flashed through his mind.
Arthur smiled calmly and suddenly withdrew the pressure of his aura, as though the storm that had swept through the area had been nothing but an illusion.
'I am Arthur, and this is my brother Zhuo Fan.'
The young man took a deep breath as though he had just escaped death itself, then spoke in a still-shaking voice:
"Very well… I'll remember that name. Let us fight again if fate allows it."
"Not so fast, noble bastard."
Arthur continued in a calm voice, though a sharp edge hid behind it:
"Are you here for the diamond sands as well? If not, then you may leave, and perhaps we'll meet again in the future. But if you truly are here for them… wouldn't it be better for us to cooperate?"
The young man hesitated briefly before asking:
"Cooperate? And how do you propose we do that?"
Arthur smiled and gestured toward Zhuo Fan standing behind him.
Zhuo Fan sighed, a small smile resting on his lips as though he had expected this development from the beginning. He stepped forward and calmly began explaining his plan with precision.
| Congratulations, you have completed the mission: Stand Against the Strong Without Retreating | Reward: 10,000 points One Miraculous Healing Potion |
'Oh… it seems the missions are multiplying beautifully since my arrival in this world.'
Arthur smiled quietly before sitting beneath the trunk of a nearby ancient tree, leaning his back against it. He looked ahead, where Zhuo Fan and the blue-haired youth were discussing the details of the plan. He noticed Ning'er's shy smile when her eyes met his.
'A truly pure girl.'
Arthur sighed deeply.
'Personal Window.'
| Name: Arthur Narin Age: 19 Level: 20 Spiritual Power: 98 Magic Energy: 100 Darkness Energy: 100 Agility: 89 Endurance: 99 Class: Spirit Summoner C Personal Points: 25,000 Potions: 11 Miraculous Healing Potions |
'Everything is fine. I have enough points to safely improve myself, especially with Zhuo Fan here. I don't completely trust him… but at the very least, as long as our goal is the same, he won't make any move against me. On the contrary, my existence is useful to him as well. The two of us both want the Luo family to rise to the top. And even if he harbors hidden schemes against me… he won't carry them out now.'
Arthur finished his thoughts before speaking calmly:
"Kain. Spend 3000 points on spiritual power, 3000 on magic energy, 3000 on darkness energy, 4000 on endurance, and 4000 on agility."
| Understood |
Energy began visibly condensing within Arthur's body, especially around his abdomen. Little by little, its density increased until it stabilized.
Arthur exhaled hot air from his mouth and began circulating the energy through his body with harmony and precision until he felt complete control over it.
After some time passed, everything was finished.
'Ah… finally done.'
Arthur smiled as he felt his body overflowing with strength, far stronger than before.
'Personal Window.'
| Name: Arthur Narin Age: 19 Level: 39 Spiritual Power: 130 Magic Energy: 150 Darkness Energy: 150 Agility: 140 Endurance: 140 Class: Spirit Summoner C Personal Points: 8000 Potions: 11 Miraculous Healing Potions |
'What an incredible feeling… my level jumped from 20 to 39, and my stats have risen to a terrifying degree.'
Arthur lifted his gaze away from the blue window and noticed Zhuo Fan standing while speaking unclear words to the young man.
'It seems his plan succeeded.'
Arthur stood and walked over to stand beside Zhuo Fan.
The blue-haired young man noticed their presence, and his eyes widened in shock.
'Damn it… how is this possible? Zhuo Fan advanced before my eyes at an unbelievable speed, and his brother Arthur did the same! Who in the name of the Creator of the universe are they? Demons… or something even worse?'
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