Arion closed his eyes, concentrating deeply as he tried to sense the inner energy that had eluded him for so long. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he struggled to connect with the energy within. The atmosphere grew tense as seconds turned into minutes, and Arion's frustration became palpable.
Fleming watched patiently. He knew that unlocking one's inner energy was a journey filled with obstacles.
Just as Arion was about to give up hope, Fleming extended his hand towards him. "Welcome to my sect," he said, his voice carrying an air of authority.
In that pivotal moment, as Fleming welcomed Arion to the sect, a translucent window popped up in Arion's vision, like an intricate piece of ancient parchment. It displayed his progress and achievements:
Quest Completed: Join a sect
Reward: Promotion to Martial Apprentice and Invisibility Elixir
Fleming nodded, casually asking, "And what shall I call you, young one?"
Arion, still overwhelmed by the moment, replied with a hint of excitement in his voice, "I am Arion, Master."
Arion couldn't contain his gratitude. He bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, Master."
Fleming nodded, acknowledging Arion's gratitude. "You've shown great promise, Arion. Now, let me show you to your room where you can contemplate your journey within my sect."
With that, Fleming guided Arion through the intricate corridors of the sect's headquarters. The place seemed both ancient and tranquil, as if it had been waiting for Arion to arrive and fill its empty halls with purpose.
Finally, they arrived at Arion's room, a simple yet tranquil space. "Here is your room, Arion," said Fleming. "Take some time to settle in and contemplate your newfound abilities."
Arion entered the room, grateful for the opportunity to gather his thoughts. As he began to explore his new living space, he noticed a small table with a few basic ingredients for cooking—a bag of rice, some vegetables, and a pot.
"Master," Arion said, turning to his sect leader, "Thank you for providing the essentials. I appreciate your guidance and hospitality."
Fleming smiled warmly. "You're welcome, Arion. Prepare yourself a meal, eat well, and rest. Tomorrow, we will begin recruiting new disciples into my sect, and you will play a pivotal role in this process. Prepare yourself for the responsibilities that await, and embrace the path of the warrior with diligence and honor."
After Sect Master Fleming had shown Arion to his room and closed the door, Arion took a moment to check his surroundings. His new living space was simple yet comfortable, with a small table, a bed, and a window that allowed a view of the sect's courtyard.
As Arion stood in his new room, he decided to check his system panel. Without a second thought, the familiar interface appeared in his mind, displaying the vital information that had guided him through his adventures in Nova:
Name: Arion
Age: 15
Race: Hybrid
Level: Level 1 (Martial Novice)
Experience Points: 0/100
Health: (100/100)
Talent: F
Attributes:
- Strength: 50
- Agility: 65
- Intelligence: 398
- Wisdom: 274
- Vitality: 70
- Charisma: 35
- Attack: 55
- Defense: 45
- Speed: 55
Inventory and Equipment:
- [Equipped Weapon]: Iron Sword (+5 Attack)
- [Equipped Armor]: Leather Armor (+3 Defense)
- Ring Of Transformation
- [Consumables]
- Healing Herbs x5
- Illusion Elixir (One-Time Use)
- Invisibility Elixir (One-Time Use)
- [Currency]
- Gold: 574,891
Quest Log:
- [Main Quest] - "Join a Sect to Unlock the Secrets of the World" (Completed)
- Embark on a journey to find and join a sect that holds the key to unlocking the secrets of the world.
- Note: You can become a Martial Artist whenever you choose.
- [Main Quest] - "Recruit 10 Disciples to the Sect"
- Recruit 10 disciples to the sect with a talent of F and above within 30 days to advance your own talent.
- Reward: Increase your talent by one level.
- Penalty for Mission Failure: Decrease in a single attribute.
- [Side Quest - Daily] - "Pinnacle of Physical Mastery"
- Undertake daily trials to ascend to the pinnacle of physical prowess.
- Refreshes Daily.
- Reward: +0.1 Vitality, 10 Gold.
Arion couldn't ignore the small, intricate ring given to him by Jude.
This ring not only conceals his demi-human scent but also serves as a means of contacting Jude in times of need or when critical information arises.
As he stood alone in his chamber, the ring's presence weighed on his mind like a heavy secret.
With a deep breath, Arion decided to make the bold choice and contact Jude. His thoughts focused on the ring, and with that mental command, the room seemed to shift. An ethereal projection of Jude's stern face materialized before him, bathed in a soft, otherworldly glow.
"Elder," Arion began hesitantly, "I joined the Tiger Claw Sect."
With a deep breath, he steadied himself. "I'm certain, Elder," he replied, his voice laced with unwavering conviction. "Fleming is not a Martial Spirit. He even claimed he's on the brink of a breakthrough himself."
Jude's gaze sharpened, his eyes boring into Arion's. His presence, even as a projection, felt imposing and intense. "Are you sure? This information is crucial."
Arion nodded.
"Is that so?" Jude's voice carried a chilling undertone, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "I shall deal with him accordingly."
With those ominous words, the projection of Jude flickered and vanished, leaving Arion alone in his chamber, the weight of his decision settling like a heavy shroud. He knew that the consequences would be severe if he were to get caught, but he could care less. He had just set a series of irreversible events into motion, the full extent of which no one could comprehend.
Moments later, a distant rumble filled the air. Arion looked up to the sky and saw a figure approaching at incredible speed. It was Jude, flying towards the Tiger Claw Sect like a wrathful deity.
Jude's voice echoed across the sect grounds, commanding attention and fear. "Fleming, come out and meet your death!"
Fleming, puzzled and cautious, stepped forward, not recognizing Jude. "Who are you, and what is the meaning of this intrusion?"
Jude's laughter reverberated through the air. "You are looking for death, and I am here to deliver it."
With that, the battle began.
Jude and Fleming clashed with a fury that shook the very foundations of the sect. Their strikes were lightning-fast, a blur of martial prowess and ancient techniques. Arion watched in awe as the two Martial Spirits collided, each with a burning desire for revenge. The battle between Jude and Fleming raged on, escalating to unimaginable heights. Their strikes and techniques pushed the limits of martial prowess, creating shockwaves that reverberated through the sect's surroundings. Arion watched helplessly as the two Martial Spirits clashed in a deadly dance of vengeance and power. Jude opened the exchange with the "Crimson Whirlwind Palm," a devastating technique that sent a powerful gust of energy hurtling towards Fleming. The palm strike tore through the air, leaving fiery traces in its wake. Fleming countered with the "Thunderclap Fist," a technique known for its deafening shockwaves. The impact of their attacks created a dazzling display of energy, illuminating the battleground.
Following the confrontation with Jude, Arion eventually made his way back to the Tiger Claw Sect, where the aftermath of the battle still lingered in the air. He had secured the storage bags containing the belongings he obtained from Jude and Fleming after the conflict. As he delved into the contents of these storage bags, Arion's eyes widened with surprise and curiosity. Arion discovered a variant Ring of Transformation, a formidable Fire-Embedded Sword (Grade 4), and a Wind-Element Spear (Grade 4) among the items from Jude and Fleming. Additionally, he came across Internal Energy Enhancement Pills, an Armor, Healing Pills, a mysterious Grade 5 Pill, a substantial amount of Gold, and an assortment of Spirit Stones with some other items. Arion replaced his equipment with this and looked at his system panel. Name: Arion Age: 15 Race: Hybrid Level: Level 1 (Martial Novice) Experience Points: 0/100 Health: (100/100) Talent: F Attributes: - Strength: 50 - Agility: 65 - Intell
Soon the familiar system interface materialized before his eyes. Among the notifications and statistics, one message stood out, glowing in an ethereal light. [Hidden Quest] - "Become a Sect Master or Establish a Sect" (Completed) Achieve the ultimate status of a Sect Master or create your own sect from scratch. Reward: You can use 10 Strikes of Peak Martial Emperor. Arion's heart raced as he read the words. The hidden quest was now marked as completed. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and anticipation as he considered the reward: 10 Strikes of Peak Martial Emperor. With a determined resolve, Arion decided to claim the reward. He focused on the message, his mind and spirit converging on the task at hand. However, this power didn't immediately enter his body. Instead, it was stored within the system, awaiting his command. Arion saw the newly acquired skill, converted from the 10 Strikes of Peak Martial Emperor, bearing the name "Emperor's Decimation" – a testament t
In the heart of the Tiger Claw Sect, Arion's newfound role as Sect Master heralded a transformation that ran deeper than appearances alone. He had embraced the mantle of leadership not as a reflection of his true martial strength, which still remained that of a novice, but as a strategic maneuver in the complex dance of martial politics and power dynamics that defined the world he now inhabited. As Sect Master, Arion recognized the paramount importance of projecting an image of unwavering authority and indomitable strength. In the intricate tapestry of Nova's martial society, appearances could be as potent as genuine power. It was this understanding that led him to acquire the remarkable artifacts that now adorned his wrist and face—the Deceitful Bangle and the Veil of Dread. The Deceitful Bangle was not a vessel for genuine martial prowess. Instead, it was a testament to the ingenuity of the Nexus system that had accompanied him since his rebirth in this world. With its mystical ca
The Raindrop District, with its bustling streets and vibrant energy, was a world unto itself. Arion had chosen an inn nestled within this bustling corner of the town, a haven where he could find respite from the complexities of his newfound role as Sect Master. It was a place where life thrived in every corner, a symphony of voices and colors that painted the town's vivid tapestry. In the early mornings, Arion would step out onto the cobblestone streets, the crisp air tinged with the scent of street vendors' offerings. The market square was a vibrant kaleidoscope of sights and sounds, with traders haggling over goods, and street performers weaving their tales through dance and song. For a brief moment, he felt like a traveler, a wanderer exploring the depths of a new world. The town he found himself in proved to be an unexpected challenge. Yet, within this captivating tapestry, Arion held a singular purpose—to fulfill a system quest, one that demanded the recruitment of individuals
Encountered Individual : - Name: Kyle Carter - Age: 15 - Talent: F - Background : In the realm of Nova, the Carter family was renowned for their unwavering emphasis on physical strength. They prided themselves on producing formidable warriors and martial artists for generations. Kyle Carter, as the middle child in his family, faced immense pressure to excel in combat and martial prowess. However, despite his best efforts, Kyle was overshadowed by both his elder and younger siblings, each of whom displayed extraordinary martial talents from an early age. His family, adhering to their strict tradition, viewed strength as the primary measure of worth and status. Kyle's inability to match the combat abilities of his siblings led to his disownment and expulsion from the Carter clan. Now an outcast from his noble family, Kyle found himself wandering. He has a deep secret that no one else but him knows. Kyle is a reincarnated person from Earth. His unique talent lies in his remarkabl
Kyle woke up early the next morning. He had been given a glimpse of Arion's expectations, and the challenges that lay ahead weighed heavily on his mind. Determined to prove himself, he made his way to the training ground, where Arion was already waiting. As Kyle approached, he greeted Arion respectfully. Arion acknowledged his presence with a nod and a measured gaze, his expression revealing little. It was clear that Arion was a man of few words, focused on the task at hand. Arion began to explain the purpose of this day's training. "Since you were recommended by Noira," he said, "I want to assess your capabilities before we proceed with your formal training." He paused, his eyes fixed on Kyle. "You will be given 15 assignments in total. As long as you complete these assignments to my satisfaction, I will grant you the status of an inner disciple from the start, given that our sect is still in its early stages." Kyle bowed his head in acknowledgment. He understood the significance o
After enduring a grueling week-long carriage journey, Arion and Kyle finally arrived at the bustling heart of Rainsong City. The city unfolded before them like a sensory symphony, with fragrant floral stalls adorning cobblestone pathways, filling the air with the intoxicating scents of orchids, lotus blossoms, and exotic jungle flowers. Street performers dazzled the crowds with acrobatics and vibrant street art, infusing an enchanting atmosphere into their surroundings. Wooden canopy walkways overhead cast dappled shadows, offering a serene escape from the lively streets below. Aromatic food stalls beckoned with the flavors of savory dumplings and fragrant curries, while the laughter of children echoed from nearby playgrounds. In the Temple District, temple bells chimed melodiously, and devotees paid homage to the Rainsong Goddess. They strolled across an arched stone bridge, admiring koi fish gliding beneath, while palace guards in resplendent armor and a monument celebrating unity se
Quest Log:- [Hidden Quest - Completed] - "Find the Father of the Mysterious Eggs" (Rank: Unique) - Find and identify the father of the mysterious eggs. - Reward: Qi Cultivation TechniqueThe system interface displayed a notification, indicating that the quest had been successfully fulfilled.Following the completion of the quest, Arion's reward came in the form of a Qi Cultivation technique. As the mystical knowledge washed over him, it unraveled the secrets of Qi and the intricate art of cultivation. This newfound understanding offered him a comprehensive view of the path of cultivation, starting with the foundational stage known as Qi Condensation.The realm of Qi Condensation was not a monolithic entity but rather a finely layered structure comprising ten distinct levels, stretching from the humble 1st layer to the revered 10th layer of Qi Condensation. Yet, to embark upon this profound journey, an individual needed a unique and innate talent. They must possess the rare gift t
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
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'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 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
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.
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
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
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