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Chapter 302: Is He Really the Child of the World?
🕑 Added 2024-10-07 07:00:23 +0000 UTC"A special feeling?" Rhett was momentarily stunned, recalling that when he first grasped mystical power, it seemed like... besides being quick and effortless, there wasn't much else.
However, he still responded earnestly, "Locke, when I comprehended the Mystical Power of Dissipation and Oscillation, from my perspective, the earth elements underwent significant changes. Suddenly, I could perceive the unique trajectories of the earth elements and discovered that even within the smallest earth element, there are infinite mysteries. As for the special feeling you're talking about, I'm not sure which kind you're referring to?"
"Are you talking about the feeling of battle energy? I experienced that too. The same wind-based battle energy, after comprehending the mystical power, indeed undergoes a qualitative change, becoming more powerful and circulating much faster." Locke scratched his head, his expression somewhat conflicted as he continued, "But... how should I put it, at the time, there was also a faint... illusion, as if the mystical power willingly opened a door for me and slipped into my body, rather than me having a profound realization."
Hearing this description, Rhett was once again taken aback. A flash of confusion crossed his eyes as he fell into deep thought before saying, "Is there really such a thing?"
"Why have I never experienced such a feeling? When I comprehended mystical power in the past, I went through countless trials. Even though I've comprehended three types of mystical power, I've never felt it 'slip' into my body..."
"Rhett, I never thought that comprehending mystical power was particularly difficult for you. In this world, being able to comprehend just one type of mystical power before reaching the Saint-level is already remarkable. If word got out that you’ve comprehended three types of mystical power, how would anyone else even survive?" Locke shook his head with a smile, then paused, asking, "Wait, three types of mystical power? When we fought those three Dragonkin, didn't you only reveal two—Oscillation and Dissipation?"
"And the Mystical Power of Condensation," Rhett explained. "But I've only scratched the surface. When dealing with those Dragonkin, I didn't need to use it."
"Well, that makes sense. The Mystical Powers of Dissipation and Condensation share some commonality. The Dissipation power you displayed at that time was already quite perfect, so it's understandable that you also comprehended the Condensation power..." Locke nodded in realization, then asked curiously, "I'm really curious, when did you first comprehend mystical power? Being able to perfect two types of mystical power by the time you were a Grand Magister, you couldn't have started grasping it during your apprentice stage, could you? That sounds too incredible!"
"Haha, not quite. Actually, I only began to comprehend mystical power during my Magister stage. Maybe I'm just the child of the world, favored by the laws of nature, which is why everything has always gone so smoothly for me..." Rhett joked.
Hearing Rhett's explanation, Locke's expression turned serious as he looked directly at Rhett and said earnestly, "Maybe there's some truth to that! This world is full of surprises and miracles, with many things happening that we don't understand. For you to have such extraordinary achievements, there must be something unique about you. Perhaps... you truly hold special significance in this world!"
Facing Locke's gaze, Rhett's expression suddenly became calm. He shrugged and said, "Maybe... who knows..."
Locke looked at Rhett and smiled, "Let's not dwell on that. Do you want to come back to my room in the fortress? I have some special rations gifted by the Deputy Commander that are perfect for storage."
Rhett waved his hand, "I appreciate the offer, but I'll pass. I need to visit the Alchemy Workshop later to collect some supplies. Let's have dinner together another day."
"No problem, I look forward to it!"
"Haha, I doubt it will be long before we meet again!"
Rhett smiled warmly, waved his hand, and bid a quick and decisive farewell to Locke.
At that moment, a hidden figure in the void, who had been listening to the entire conversation between the two, remained unnoticed.
This person was none other than the King of Milan. His gaze, fixed on Rhett's departing figure, grew increasingly profound as he murmured to himself, "The child of the world? Could it be... that Rhett truly has an extraordinary 'perspective' on the world?"
The air remained briefly silent.
Soon, another deep voice responded, "Perhaps... he carries the will of the world, the last glimmer of hope against the orcs! Otherwise, the world might truly fade like the setting sun, eventually plunging us humans into eternal night..."
"The will of the world? Does such a thing truly exist?" the King of Milan questioned.
"It's just a metaphor, but a fitting one, don't you think? Just like a withered old tree, when struck, will still shed struggling tears."
The King of Milan looked at a treetop by the roadside, where the branches swayed without wind, and said to it, "Are you suggesting... that Rhett is the resplendent sunset, the last light of this world?"
The deep voice replied, "Not necessarily the only one, but certainly the greatest hope. Don’t you realize that the world's decline has been accelerating over the past century? A hundred years ago, I estimated that I would reach the peak of Dimensional Mystical Power by now, but to this day, I still feel far from it."
Hearing this, the King of Milan frowned, his emotions stirred as he replied, "That infuriates me too. Ever since I perfected the Explosive Mystical Power, I've yet to grasp the embryonic form of a third mystical power, and comprehending the Melting Mystical Power remains a daunting task."
"Hmm, who’s there?"
Just after saying this, the King of Milan's eyes suddenly sparkled with a sharp light as he looked upwards, his expression turning stern.
A faint mist appeared in the air, and a voice echoed, "It's me, Hypastos. Our King has a few matters left to handle and should be here by tomorrow. I had nothing pressing at hand, so when I heard Commander Ancus's call for help, I decided to come over first..."
The King of Milan's expression softened slightly, and in a calm voice, he said, "I see. Thank you, Tower Master Hypastos, for coming to our aid. Since our guest is here, let's move to a different place to continue our conversation."
In the second-floor hall of Frost Fortress, three figures suddenly appeared on the empty carpet. After a brief flicker of blue, red, and green lights, the King of Milan, Commander Ancus, and Tower Master Hypastos materialized.
"Please take a seat, Tower Master Hypastos." The King of Milan gestured for him to sit, and then he and Ancus also found seats.
"Thank you."
Hypastos, dressed in a blue mage's robe, had an aging face that couldn't hide the sharpness in his eyes. Leaning back in his chair, he asked curiously, "As I arrived, I think I overheard something about Rhett and the child of the world. Could you explain what that was about?"
Ancus, clad in black light armor, shook his head lightly and said, "It's just a speculation. As Saint-level experts, we all have some understanding of this world, so there's no need for me to elaborate. But since Rhett's rise, his ability to comprehend three types of mystical power before reaching the Saint-level is something that hasn't been seen in thousands of years. So... we were just curious. The term 'child of the world' was just something that came to mind."
"I see. But indeed, Rhett is somewhat special." Hypastos seemed to reminisce, speaking with a hint of emotion.
"It seems you know quite a bit about Rhett?" The King of Milan looked at him with curiosity.
"How much I know is unclear, but I'm certain he's no ordinary person. It's as if he's favored by the world itself, with everything he does going smoothly. I felt this the moment I first interacted with him," Hypastos said thoughtfully.
"Then... do you think he could be an enemy?"
"An enemy?" Hypastos was taken aback, looking at the King of Milan with a peculiar tone, "Why would you say that? Has Rhett shown any signs of colluding with the orcs? I can't see the slightest hint of rebellion in him; he's definitely a pure human!"
"Nothing, I was just speaking casually." The King of Milan dismissed the thought with a smile, changing the subject, "Regarding the orcs, you should be well-informed by now. We plan to launch a counter-surrounding operation against the orcs soon, so I'd like you to stay within the Coldstream camp for the next few days."
"That's fine, but may I ask where your intelligence is coming from?" Hypastos was very curious. After hearing about the King of Milan's call for help, he initially thought it was a joke. Only after multiple confirmations did he realize this was serious.
"I'm afraid I can't disclose that at this time, but when the moment is right, it will be shared with everyone."
"Alright then. Can I meet with Rhett?"
"He just left, likely heading to the Alchemy Workshop. You can observe from a distance, but it would be best not to reveal yourself to avoid exposure."
"Then I'll pass. After the battle with the orcs, I'll seek him out personally."
Meanwhile, after parting ways with Locke, Rhett quickly arrived at the Alchemy Workshop. After a message was sent by the guards at the entrance, Master Asad slowly emerged.
Upon seeing Rhett standing in the wind, Asad hurried over like meeting an old friend, greeted him with a warm smile, and said, "Rhett, I was thrilled to hear you were looking for me last time. Although I wasn't here then, I knew you would return, and it seems I was right."
Rhett returned the smile and said, "Our relationship is built on trust. Shortly after arriving at the Coldstream Defense Line, I heard that even an Alchemy Master like you still has to frequently carry out missions, which surprised me. I hope you haven’t been hurt."
"Don't worry about me. My missions are usually more discreet, unlike yours, where you're often on the frontlines. You're at far greater risk than I am," Asad laughed. "But knowing you're safe puts my mind at ease."
After a brief pause, he asked, "Is there something specific you need this time? Perhaps some potions? I have considerable influence here and can provide you with additional supplies."
"Yes, I do need some. A few bottles of Python's Kiss and Phoenix Potion will suffice."
"Consider it done. I'll get them for you right away."
Soon, Master Asad returned, retrieving over a thousand potions from a space ring specifically provided for him in the Coldstream camp and placing them before Rhett.
With a thought, Rhett stored the potions in his own space ring and personally thanked Asad.
After a moment of thought, Rhett asked, "Master Asad, have any other legions requested supplies from you recently?"
After a brief moment of thought, Asad replied, "Members from the Third Legion, Fourth Legion, and Seventh Legion have approached me. I happened to be at the Alchemy Workshop at the time, so I provided them with supplies."
"Who did they send to request them?" Rhett asked casually.
"The Third and Fourth Legions had their commanders come in person. I don't know why they had so much free time. The Seventh Legion sent a captain with the necessary paperwork," Asad muttered.
Rhett nodded, looked around, and then quietly said to Master Asad, "I have some information to share with you. In the coming months, the orcs' attacks will become much more intense. My scouts have even detected that they are targeting alchemists. Given your special status, you are at the highest risk of being attacked. So, it's best if you stay in the Alchemy Workshop and avoid going out."
Asad was startled by these words, and in a low voice, he replied, "Thank you for the warning. I'll keep that in mind..."
"Good. If you have any other requests, you can always send someone to contact the Sixth Legion, and I'll respond as quickly as possible."
"Actually... there is one request."
"Please, tell me," Rhett said seriously.
"Help me kill more Dragonkin, especially those with the surname Moody..." Asad's voice was low and filled with a deep, unquenchable hatred and desire for vengeance.
Rhett didn't need to guess; he knew that the Dragonkin who had assaulted Master Asad's daughter belonged to the Moody family. He sighed inwardly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes as he looked directly at Asad and said, "Leave it to me. I'll get your revenge. But you... don't let this drive you to take the field personally. I'm afraid you might not live to see the day your vengeance is fulfilled."
At these words, Asad's shoulders trembled. He gave Rhett a complex look, then turned and walked back into the Alchemy Workshop.
Watching Asad's figure gradually disappear into a fortress, Rhett finally turned and left alone.
"Avenging a friend, huh..."
In the void, the King of Milan watched Rhett's figure grow distant and murmured softly. In the end, he chose not to follow but headed elsewhere...
...
Two days later.
Back at the temporary base of the Sixth Legion, Rhett met Laedros in the cave hall. Laedros was standing by the sand table, his brows furrowed, seemingly troubled by something.
Hearing footsteps, he glanced up and, seeing Rhett enter, his eyes lit up. He waved and said, "Rhett, you're finally back. So, how did it go? What did Locke say?"
"Locke said he has other tasks to carry out..."
Rhett trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.
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