The situation became increasingly tense. All attention was focused on the commotion happening at the table of the palace guards.People began discussing the words of one senior guard who referred to Gerhard as a killer of the Princess of the Kingdom of Verdantia. They recalled the incident when the princess forced herself to marry an unknown man and chose to abandon her throne.Hatred-filled gazes turned toward Gerhard, and they all assumed he was the one responsible for the destruction of the Kingdom of Verdantia."Let's get out of here," Gerhard said, trying to pull Arthfael's hand.However, another guard prevented Gerhard, looking at him threateningly. "You must settle this with us," the guard said.Gerhard, already angered, finally released his hand forcefully and quickly drew his sword, Bloodthorn, pointing it at the guard who had restrained him earlier. "You better let us go while I'm still being kind to you. Don't make this place your last breath," Gerhard said.When compared t
The challenge presented by Arthfael and Gerhard to Endeavor, the King of the Kingdom of Verdantia, was finally accepted. Within less than 5 days, Arthfael would face Venomweaver, as they had promised.Arthfael's training became more intense, and today, Gerhard brought something quite significant covered in a white cloth, which he struggled to carry along with Neptunis. Upon seeing it, Arthfael and Flare were both puzzled about what Gerhard had brought to them."Pak Gerhard, what is it?" Arthfael asked, confused, while trying to see what was behind the cloth.Gerhard took a moment to catch his breath and, without answering Arthfael's question, he pulled back the cloth covering the object, revealing a monster-shaped doll in front of Gerhard."I made a replica of Venomweaver overnight. I thought this could give you an idea of your training for the past few days," Gerhard explained.Both Arthfael and Flare were astonished. Though the doll didn't look exactly like the real Venomweaver, its
Day by day continued to pass. Until finally, Arthfael arrived at his last training session against the Venomweaver puppet before he would rest tomorrow and face the real Venomweaver in the arena the day after.The announcement of the battle between Arthfael and Venomweaver became the talk of the town in the Kingdom of Verdantia. Some supported Arthfael, impressed by his ability to make a contract with the phoenix bird. But many underestimated Arthfael, believing he could never defeat Venomweaver and even suggesting that the arena would become his burial ground.In this final training session, Arthfael was not alone with Flare; he was accompanied by Camilla, Zeke, Ian, and Valentina. Everyone looked enthusiastic as they saw Arthfael and Flare preparing to face the Venomweaver puppet in front of them."While it may not resemble the real Venomweaver, I can't help but shiver at the embodiment of that puppet," Ian mumbled, gripping his arm alternately due to the goosebumps.Zeke agreed, "M
The day awaited by Arthfael finally arrived. The day when he would finally confront Venomweaver to break the curse that had been holding Gerhard in that world for so long.Arthfael set off with the others, leading the way at the front. Some people from Anvilhelm Village who crossed paths with him seemed to be observing Arthfael. Especially with his slightly peculiar appearance, his new white hair. Not only that, they knew that Arthfael would be facing Venomweaver today.Some of the people from Anvilhelm Village walked towards the city center to witness the extraordinary match. Many of them talked about Arthfael as they watched him walk towards the arena.The battle between Arthfael and the monster Venomweaver took place in the heart of the Verdantia Kingdom's government, Beaumont City."Why do they all underestimate Arthfael? They haven't even seen his match yet, but they assume Arthfael will lose," Valentina said, rolling her eyes lazily.Valentina was genuinely annoyed by the people
The wooden door across from where Arthfael and Flare stood slowly creaked open. The ground tremors intensified, and as the door widened further, everyone erupted in loud cheers. Most of the spectators sided with Venomweaver, while only a few voiced their support for Arthfael."WOAAHHH!!!" the crowd roared as Venomweaver finally emerged. The monster, standing 6 meters tall with 16 long legs and 10 pairs of eyes scattered across its head, emerged from behind the door. Unlike any monster Arthfael had seen before, Venomweaver was bound by iron chains around its legs.Arthfael's body tensed as he gazed upon the terrifying creature, but he quickly fortified his resolve, recognizing that this was just the beginning of his journey to confront the Krakensaur."Calm yourself, Arthfael. You can defeat that monster. This is just the beginning of your path to face the Krakensaur," Arthfael murmured to himself, his hand gripping the sword on his back and pointing it towards the monster.With four
Arthfael raised his hand into the air just as he felt successful in launching his attack on one of Venomweaver's legs. Flare even landed and approached Arthfael, feeling triumphant, as they believed they had disabled Venomweaver so easily.But that wasn't the case. While Arthfael and Flare were complacent and proud of themselves, the creature known as Venomweaver rose again. The thorns around its legs descended into the wounded area, instantly healing its injuries.With webbing coming out of its mouth, Venomweaver wrapped the wound on its leg, and instantly the leg regrew. Everyone cheered again, causing Arthfael and Flare to turn around.Arthfael and Flare were astonished when they turned back. They saw the monster healing and rising once more. Using its poison, the creature seemed capable of healing itself from the wounds inflicted on its body.From a distance, Endeavor appeared to be smiling as he witnessed Venomweaver successfully recover within less than 1 minute.The monster sto
The large, sharp thorn that had been embedded in Arthfael's back and pierced all the way to his heart was finally removed. With the help of a phoenix tear, the wound on Arthfael's chest was healed and closed.Everyone looked worried as Arthfael regained consciousness after a brief moment of unconsciousness. In fact, he had experienced a brief near death state, but Gerhard quickly attended to him and knew how to help properly."Thank you very much, Mr. Gerhard," Arthfael said, holding his chest, which was now tightly covered.Although there were no visible scars, Arthfael could still feel the sharpness of the thorn and the pain of the venom that had spread throughout his body. If it weren't for Gerhard's help, Arthfael might not be in this world anymore. Likewise, in his original world, there would be no more Alvin, the unemployed troublemaker who always made things difficult for his mother."How are you feeling now? Are you feeling better?" Gerhard inquired to make sure.Arthfael nodd
Hearing the signal, Neptunis, who had been in the spectator stands, immediately flew towards Arthfael, surprising everyone. The monster that assisted Arthfael was none other than the powerful waterfall guardian.Accompanied by Flare, Neptunis didn't fly alone. Flare quickly attended to Arthfael's injuries, while Neptunis executed the plan Arthfael had devised during the recent break."Arthfael, are you okay?" Flare asked, concerned, as he looked at Arthfael's severe wounds.Arthfael only laughed without answering Flare's question. Flare then gently dripped his tears onto Arthfael's wounds, and magically, Arthfael's injuries began to heal, leaving no trace of scars.Meanwhile, Neptunis, assigned to aid Arthfael, glanced at him for a moment. They exchanged a nod, and suddenly, Neptunis raised his hand into the air.With a swirling motion, Neptunis created a water barrier around Venomweaver. The creature, weakened by its vulnerability to water, struggled within the trap, looking bewilder
A week had passed since Alvin's initiation into the corporate rhythm of Graham Company. As he approached the office building on that particular morning, he noticed Marshall standing near the entrance. The two exchanged a friendly nod, and without hesitation, they walked side by side into the bustling lobby.The elevator doors opened just as they reached it, and Alvin and Marshall stepped inside. The hum of the elevator's ascent enveloped them in a brief moment of solitude. It was within this confined space that Marshall broached a topic beyond the realm of work."Hey, Alvin," Marshall began, leaning casually against the elevator wall, "how's Camilla doing these days? Last time we talked, she had just lost Richard."Alvin's expression softened at the mention of Camilla. "She's doing much better now," he replied. "She's formed a contract with Neptunis and even mastered the art of lightning magic. It's incredible how resilient she is."Marshall's eyes widened in genuine amazement. "That'
With the introduction to his new workplace, Alvin felt a mix of excitement and anticipation. Sophia led him to the 3rd floor, where his workstation awaited. Upon entering the spacious, well-lit office area, Alvin noticed the hum of productivity and the scent of freshly printed documents.Sophia directed Alvin to a desk where a woman was working diligently on her computer. Alvin's eyes widened in recognition — it was the same woman from the elevator earlier. Sophia approached the desk and tapped Felicia gently on the shoulder."Felicia, this is Alvin, our newest addition to the team. Alvin, meet Felicia, your colleague here. She'll be showing you the ropes," Sophia announced with a warm smile.Felicia turned around, her face lighting up with recognition. "Ah, we did meet earlier, didn't we? Good to officially welcome you, Alvin!" Felicia extended her hand, and Alvin shook it warmly.Sophia, pleased with the positive atmosphere, continued, "Felicia, please help Alvin settle in and guide
Alvin, with a head full of new memories and a heart carrying the weight of two worlds, stepped off the bus into the familiar hustle and bustle of the city. The urban landscape, with its towering buildings and constant hum of activity, seemed both alien and strangely welcoming after his fantastical adventures.He strolled down the busy sidewalk, a stark contrast to the forest trails and mythical creatures that once accompanied him on his journey as Arthfael. The echoes of his footsteps resonated with the rhythm of city life, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for the simplicity of the human world."Missed this place," he muttered to himself, his breath forming a small cloud in the chilly air. Despite the bustling crowd around him, Alvin found himself longing for the solitude of the forest, where every rustle of leaves told a story and every creature held a secret.Approaching the Graham Company building, Alvin gazed up at its sleek exterior, adorned with reflective gla
A man with black shirt, still caught in the hazy transition from one reality to another, found himself in a small, cozy room. The remnants of dreams clung to his consciousness as he heard the persistent knocks on the door. The voice outside, insistent and slightly annoyed, belonged to someone who seemed to know him well."Alvin! Alvin! Wake up, it's already morning! I've cooked breakfast, and if the food gets cold, I'll hit you!"The words echoed in his ears, and Alvin groaned, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar surroundings. The name "Alvin" echoed in his mind, and he muttered to himself, asking aloud, "Who's Alvin?"Reality asserted itself, and with a jolt, Alvin's memory clicked into place. He wasn't Arthfael, the hero navigating a magical realm. He was Alvin, and this room was his own. He rubbed his eyes, willing himself to wake up from the lingering traces of the fantastical adventure.As he stirred, the room revealed familiar details—a worn-out poster on the wall, a collecti
The room, adorned with the regal elegance of the Kingdom of Dragomir, became a sanctuary for Arthfael, Valentina, and Flare. As they entered, Arthfael locked the door behind them, enveloping the space in a cocoon of privacy. The air within held a palpable weight, a prelude to the poignant moments that would unfold.Valentina, with her tiny form and delicate wings, sighed audibly. "This might be our last meeting, Arthfael. We may not see each other again."Flare, the Pyroblaze Phoenix, who had accompanied Arthfael through battles and triumphs, let out a cry tinged with sorrow. The fiery aura surrounding her seemed to flicker, revealing an underlying emotion.Arthfael, perceptive to their sentiments, inquired, "Flare, are you crying?"Flare, attempting to conceal her emotions, retorted, "No, it's just something in my eye."Arthfael, recognizing Flare's attempt to mask her true feelings, chuckled and pulled her into a tight embrace. Unlike her usual blazing form, Flare's body now held a
The night settled over the Kingdom of Dragomir, casting a gentle glow on the palace gardens. Arthfael, Camilla, Neptunis, Flare, and Valentina gathered under the twinkling stars, surrounded by the fragrant blossoms of the palace garden. The soft hum of crickets and the distant murmur of the celebration in the courtyard provided a serene backdrop.Seated on a stone bench, Camilla began reminiscing about the first encounter between her and Arthfael in the Esteria Kingdom castle during Prince Frederick's birthday celebration. The memory brought a nostalgic smile to her face."Ah, that was quite the eventful night," Camilla chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Who would have thought that a simple escape plan would lead to such extraordinary adventures?"Arthfael, leaning back against the bench, nodded with a grin. "It was a night of unexpected turns, and I'm grateful for every moment."Neptunis, the calm and observant one, added, "Fate has a way of weaving its threads in the most
The wedding celebration continued with an air of jubilation that permeated every corner of the grand hall. Arthfael, standing amidst the joyous crowd, felt a warmth in his heart as he witnessed the union of Zeke and Ian with their brides. The bonds of love, forged through trials and triumphs, now culminated in a celebration that seemed to transcend the boundaries of kingdoms.Camilla, with her innate grace, approached Zeke and Ian, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Gentlemen, it is customary at this point to seal your vows with a kiss," she announced, her voice carrying across the hall.The guests, caught up in the enchantment of the moment, erupted into cheers and applause. Arthfael, smiling at the genuine happiness surrounding him, couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of this tradition. Zeke and Ian, their eyes locked with their brides, exchanged a glance that communicated a shared excitement.Zeke, turning to Molly, took her hands in his and pulled her close. The room fell int
The day of Zeke and Ian's wedding arrived, and the air in the groom's preparation room was charged with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. The room was adorned with elegant white suits hanging on racks, symbolizing the union of two souls about to embark on a journey of love and commitment.Zeke, a mix of anticipation and nervousness etched on his face, adjusted his tie in front of the mirror. Ian, standing nearby, mirrored his feelings, his hands betraying the subtle tremor of anticipation. Both grooms, resplendent in their white suits, exchanged glances that spoke volumes about the emotions swirling within them."How are you feeling, Ian?" Zeke inquired, turning to his partner.Ian, attempting a confident smile, replied, "My heart won't stop racing, Zeke. I've never been this nervous in my life."Zeke chuckled, his eyes softening with affection. "Well, they say it's a good sign. It means you're ready for this, and so am I."As the two grooms shared a moment of reassurance, the d
Arthfael, standing in the room that served as a temporary sanctuary within the Dragomir palace, took a moment to collect his thoughts. The events that had transpired — battles fought, alliances forged, and the sacrifices made — weighed heavy on his mind. He couldn't shake the memory of Freya's selfless sacrifice, a haunting reminder of the costs endured in the face of darkness.In an instinctive motion, Arthfael raised his hand, and a holographic screen materialized before him, displaying a series of information. His eyes focused on the screen as he rotated his hand, prompting a pop-up that revealed a number: 999.Arthfael's level, a reflection of his strength and capabilities, stood at the pinnacle. The enormity of his power, however, was juxtaposed with the feeling of inadequacy that lingered within him."Freya," Arthfael murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry. You sacrificed so much for me, and yet I couldn't protect you. I was too weak."At the bottom of the holographi