Encountered Individual: - Name: ? - Age: 16 - Talent: F - Race: HYBRID - Level: Level 1 (Qi Condensation 6th Layer, Equivalent to a Martial Warrior) Arion's gaze shifted from the cryptic system window to the enigmatic figure before him – a boy of sixteen, with a talent level of F, and an unsettling aura that seemed more akin to a predatory beast than a human. The boy's appearance was anything but ordinary, with fiery red hair that resembled smoldering embers and crimson eyes that bore an eerie, almost sinister intensity. His physique, though youthful, exuded a mature, unsettling power and charisma that transcended his years. He didn't seem like a typical teenager but rather a harbinger of darkness. Arion's spine tingled
Zayn firmly declined Arion's invitation, causing Arion to chuckle. "You must be joking," Arion responded, his laughter revealing his disbelief at the unexpected turn of events. Zayn raised his sword, pointing it directly at Arion. In a commanding tone, he declared, "Hand over the two eggs, and I may consider sparing your life." Arion chuckled in response, his laughter carrying a hint of unwavering determination. With a confident grin, he retorted, "I always get what I want, no matter the circumstances." Arion swiftly retrieved a mysterious black mask from his inventory, known as the "Veil of Dread." He donned it, shrouding his face in an aura of foreboding. With a resolute intent, he activated all his equipped items, each one enhancing his innate abilities and strengthening his presence. Upon witnessing Arion don the "Veil of Dread," Kyle was gripped b
Following the intense confrontation, Arion decided to unmask, revealing a warm and welcoming smile to those present. Upon beholding Arion's reassuring smile, Zayn couldn't suppress the shiver that coursed through him. Although Arion's outward appearance was friendly, the memory of the dread he had experienced when facing the masked and mighty Arion still haunted his thoughts. Despite his reluctance, Zayn bowed his head before Arion, a silent acknowledgment of the overwhelming power he had witnessed. Soon Arion's gaze fell upon Kyle and Seraphina, both of them were similarly gripped by an unshakable dread. His amiable smile did little to assuage the lingering fear that had taken root in their hearts. In unison, they shuddered and quickly averted their eyes, their heads bowing in an involuntary show of reverence and submission as Arion turned his attention towards them. In the aftermath of the overwhelm
As Kyle, Seraphina, and Zayn embarked on the journey from Rainsong City back to their sect, the passage of time seemed to warp and bend in unfathomable ways. In stark contrast to Kyle's previous experience, during which a conventional carriage ride had taken over a week, the return journey was a mind-bending spectacle.Arion, their Sect Master, was responsible for this astonishing phenomenon. In a mere five minutes, he transported them from the city to their sect's headquarters. The entire experience defied every notion of time and distance, leaving the trio speechless and bewildered.What left Kyle in awe was the stark realization of Arion's unparalleled strength. It was difficult to fathom how their Sect Master, who was the same age as them, could exhibit such an extraordinary display of power. It wasn't teleportation or any form of mystical shortcut; it was Arion's sheer speed that had brought them back.
As the four figures materialized in the same spot where Arion and his disciples had stood moments before, they exchanged puzzled and somewhat anxious glances. The atmosphere was tense, and someone among them had to account for what had just transpired. The first figure, whose voice quivered with a sense of fear, was quick to distance himself from any responsibility. "It wasn't me," he muttered, almost too softly to be heard. His reluctance to be blamed was evident. The second and third figures, in unison, echoed the same sentiment. "Me neither," they affirmed, their voices more assured than the first figure but still tinged with nervousness. Their words suggested they were not willing to shoulder the blame for whatever had just occurred. As the trio of figures exchanged meaningful glances, their collective apprehension seemed to shift toward the fourth individual. They all turned their gaze in unison
Arion's mind began to churn with a calculated and domineering scheme. He recognized the potential treasure trove of knowledge that Zayn might unwittingly possess, understanding that his grasp of cultivation could be the key to unlocking profound insights.With a fearsome determination, Arion intended to play his cards close to his chest. His plan would be executed in the shadows, a web of manipulation that Zayn wouldn't even detect. While he maintained the guise of recruiting disciples, his true motive was to extract every morsel of cultivation wisdom from Zayn's very being, ensuring the young man remained oblivious to the manipulation at play.In the forest Arion executed a masterful tactical move, employing his formidable Emperor's Decimation skill to instill terror in Zayn's heart and force his submission. To further enhance his capabilities, he harnessed the potent powers of the Arcane Symbolic Band, using the blood of the Foundation Establishment Snake Beast.The beauty of Empero
As Arion contemplated the unusual proposal he had put forth to Zayn and Kyle, a deeper, more sinister motivation began to emerge. He couldn't help but acknowledge that these two individuals were, in a sense, tainted by the shadowy complexities of their past lives. Their shared attribute of reincarnation hinted at a level of maturity and a chilling ability to remain calm in the face of danger that set them apart from ordinary disciples. Arion's mind delved into the abyss of dark possibilities, recognizing the allure of having disciples who bore the weight of a past shrouded in enigma. Reincarnation, he mused, was like a haunting specter that had cast its indelible mark upon them. He understood that their past lives might have subjected them to experiences that transcended ordinary horrors. He was drawn to their cold, calculating minds, which seemed unaffected by the chaos of the world. This emotional detachment from perilous situations was a quality he saw as an asset in their dange
Arion directed his gaze toward the interface of his system panel, and there, he found an intriguing update. It displayed the countdown timer for his Emperor's Decimation skill, and he was startled to see that a full 20 minutes remained before the power of this skill waned.Emperor's Decimation, he mused, was nothing short of formidable. It wasn't just a skill that granted him the might of a Peak Martial Emperor's strike; it was something far more profound. With the activation of this skill, he was gifted the agility and abilities of a Martial Emperor, effectively allowing him to move and function as if he held that exalted rank. What set this skill apart, making it all the more intimidating, was the peculiar feature that enabled him to manipulate time. Arion had the power to halt the countdown timer at will, giving him control over the duration of the skill's effect.Recalling the very first time he had tested this skill, he marveled at its enigmatic nature. Upon his arrival at the se