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The Successor System A New Resolve
It took Caitlyn even longer than expected to find Valor.Back in the dream, the fox had told her to find him. She was pretty sure it had been referring to Valor—after all, he was the only male soul summoner in the entire school.Ultimately, she found him seated alone in a secluded building, his posture slumped, a defeated expression clouding his face.Well, considering he had actually been defeated two days ago, it wasn’t all that surprising.He was so lost in thought that he only noticed her when she got very close.His gaze shifted toward her, his brows furrowing. "Who are you?" he asked, frowning."Uh—sorry to bother you. My name is Caitlyn Slerh. I'm a summoner, also in the first year." She figured he wouldn’t recognize her since he rarely attended classes. "I’d like you to help me with summoning magic.""You’ve really got some nerve," he scoffed. "Leave before I get any angrier.""I'm sorry, but I can't do that. I need to tackle my problem if I want to keep up with him. Please he
The Successor System Preparations for the Astral plane
Caitlyn took Valor back to the field where she had met the professor earlier. She was hoping to see him, but he was no longer there. "This looks like a good enough place," Valor muttered, glancing around. He then turned toward her. "Let's begin by seeing how much you can summon." She stretched out her hands, and after a brief distortion in space, a teddy bear appeared in her grasp. Valor’s lips twitched slightly at the sight. "Don't tell me this is it?" "It is," Caitlyn replied truthfully, causing him to facepalm. "But I think you're jumping to conclusions. Tera here is very strong. Let me show you." Caitlyn poured some of her mana into the teddy bear. Almost immediately, it began growing in size, its form shifting as it developed a faint level of consciousness. Its growth stopped at ten feet, making it tower over Valor. "I guess it's not that bad after all," he muttered. "Is there anything else you can summon?" "No," she admitted. "It's only Tera." Valor let out a sigh. "At
The Successor System Rejected Offer
"To take care of a problem?" Asura asked. "What do you mean by that?""It's simple. Someone is growing stronger—too fast. He might become a threat to our position. I feel the need to handle him before that happens. I believe we can take care of it, but in case of any miscalculations in the future, we might need your help," Uramia explained, taking a seat at the edge beside Asura.Asura already had an idea who she was talking about, but just to be sure, she asked, "And who is this person?"Uramia's gaze sharpened as she replied. "I'm sure you're acquainted with him. You were both victims of the raid accident. His name is Art Von Silver."After the battle between the Elites and the Silvers, Uramia had overheard a younger girl recounting the details of the fight to Asura.She had been nearby, watching closely, and was surprised at how attentively Asura listened. It was the first time she had ever seen the lilac princess show such interest in someone’s story. Even more intriguing, Asura h
The Successor System Breakthrough
"Don't you think you're pushing yourself too far?"A man with a bottle of alcohol in hand spoke to the blue-haired boy floating before him. His tone was calm, but there was a trace of concern in his gaze."Viron, you could break down anytime soon if you continue at this rate."Viron remained silent, levitating steadily mid-air. His body was surrounded by a crackling aura of energy, his hair glowing bright blue with occasional sparks of lightning flickering around him. Even with his eyes closed, he was fully aware of everything happening around him—down to the smallest shift in the air.He had maintained this state for nearly 48 hours.Even Professor Zenchi, a man who rarely worried about such things, was beginning to feel uneasy.At first, it had been normal training. Ever since they had returned from the raid, Viron had been diligently refining his skills. But a few days ago, something changed. After returning from an unknown place, he had thrown himself into relentless training, pus
The Successor System Lighting paths
The moment he entered, a new wave of whispers filled the air."Theron is here!""Wow, there's a big difference between him and Viron.""They're from the same family, yet Theron actually acts like a noble." Viron, still eating, didn’t even look up. But he knew. The moment Theron entered, his mana signature was instantly recognizable.Theron, escorted by two boys, walked slowly forward. His eyes briefly flickered toward Viron, who was seated just a few meters away. Seeing him was enough to ruin his already not-so-great mood.They were the only two members of the Thunder family attending the royal academy.Even though they had come here together, their relationship was anything but friendly. The tension between them was always present, simmering beneath the surface.Since childhood, Theron had worked hard to be acknowledged by his older brother—the one he admires and looks up to.But his brother had never even spared him a glance. Instead, for some reason, his attention had always been
The Successor System Unrecognized Resolve
Several Years Ago,The evening sun cast long shadows over the barren terrain, its scorching heat pressing down on everything below. This land, located not far from the Thunder family estate, was devoid of greenery. The cracked earth stretched endlessly, interrupted only by a few scattered boulders.Rumor had it that a battle had once taken place here—one so powerful that it permanently scarred the land. Now, it serves as a training field.Theron stood in the middle of it, determined.His small frame trembled from exhaustion, his arms bruised, dirtied, and lightly burned from misfired lightning. His breathing was uneven, his clothes damp with sweat, but none of that mattered.He had to get this right. Taking a deep breath, he planted his feet firmly and raised his hands. Sparks of blue electricity flickered at his fingertips. His target—a large, charred boulder a few meters away—bore the marks of his previous failures.Lightning Barrage.It is a technique that requires firing multiple
The Successor System Viron's Questions
"What did you say you did?!!""Calm down. It's just a simple spar. Why get worked up? It's not like we're trying to kill each other."Viron’s casual response made Zenchi facepalm."Have you ever seen any official public spar between family members of your age range before?"After a quick thought, Viron replied, "No.""Of course not. So you don’t understand how seriously the family takes things like this."Viron stared at Zenchi in confusion. Truthfully, he wasn’t aware of how duels in his family worked. Since childhood, he had always felt something was wrong—or rather, missing. There was an emptiness inside him, and with no direct family members to ask—since they were all dead—he was left in the dark.The only exception was his grandfather, the Patriarch of the family.But even he never paid attention to him.As a result, Viron spent most of his time in seclusion, alone. The other young Thunders then weren’t even allowed to be around him.That was why, when he got into the academy, he
The Successor System The Black Lightning God
"Ughhh! That boy just keeps making things difficult for me. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken him as a student in the first place. No! What am I even doing here in the first place? I should be on a mountain somewhere, drinking away while staring at the horizon. Now that’s life," Zenchi muttered as he walked. After the incident with Viron, he was summoned by the academy’s principal.The damage he caused was more than he expected. 'All this lack of fighting is making me lose gauge of my strength,' he grumbled.Before long, he arrived at a tall building where the principal’s office was located.The last time he was here was when he first arrived at the academy. He could sense the presence of people surrounding the building, even though they weren’t visible."Thirty-two, huh? That’s fewer than last time," he muttered as he stepped inside.Immediately, a tall woman in her thirties, dressed formally, approached him. "The principal is waiting for you," she said before leading the way.In less
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Mind Fortitude Test
"You just need to pass through and walk to the end of the passage. Feel free to go through at your own pace," the man gestured smoothly with his final statement.For the first few seconds, nobody moved. They all simply kept staring at the doorway. All with similar thoughts. Everyone was cautious and wary*Step**Step**Step*Breaking the silence, the young man with long sky-blue hair began walking forward. His calm, dignified air was almost tangible, a quiet confidence clinging to him as he advanced toward the doorway.Whether it was due to superiority in age, experience, or sheer faith in his abilities, no one could quite tell what gave him such poise."Bunch of cowards," came a scoffing voice as another contestant, a girl with short, straight red hair from the Vampir family, strode out as well, her sharp eyes sweeping across the frozen crowd.The blue-haired young man was the first to pass through. All eyes sharpened, watching to notice the slightest hint or change.As he passed, it
Strang Masked Figure
Everyone’s attention was fixed on the person who had just entered.A black and silver mask covered his face, revealing only his bright yellow eyes. The figure walked forward slowly, his presence impossible to ignore.Not only his face but most of his body was concealed beneath a thick, flowing cloak.Most people had already assumed he was male—and they were right.A strange and mysterious aura radiated from him.It wasn’t the most formidable presence so far, but it was certainly one of the most notable.The light-blue-haired guy, along with other prominent individuals, glanced at him briefly before returning to what they were doing.He could feel the weight of the stares on him, which meant his plan to make a strong first impression had succeeded.Art smiled inwardly as his gaze swept across the room, eventually finding a suitable spot. He made his way there and sat down.He was buzzing with excitement, like a twelve-year-old about to open birthday presents.He hadn’t had any chance t
The Grand Magus Test
Hurried footsteps echoed through a corridor, each one a sharp reminder of how much still needed to be done.The footsteps belonged to a man who barely registered the sound. His mind was far too preoccupied, and his body showed clear signs of exhaustion. As he moved, clipboards levitated around him. With a pen in hand, he scribbled quickly on the one before him, handing it to the assistant trailing behind—who was already weighed down with stacks of papers and documents—before grabbing another. Over and over, he repeated the process.One clipboard reported incomplete formations. Another flagged a lack of security in the northwest. This man was the event overseer of the Grand Magus Test. Today was shaping up to be one of the busiest days of his life.The Grand Magus Test was held every two years, and he had already made the usual preparations.But yesterday, everything changed.Word arrived that, instead of sending representatives, the leaders of the top three guilds were attending in
S-rank Artifact
Garron walked into a smaller door within the room.Art assumed it must be where he kept his most valuable items, as strong waves of mana surged out the moment the door opened—only to weaken once Garron stepped inside. Some kind of safety mechanism, most likely.Garron returned about a minute later, a box in hand.Art's gaze locked onto it.This time, the box was pitch black. Strangely, he couldn’t sense anything from it—but he waited patiently.Garron placed it on a smaller table near the edge of the room."Here. Open it."This was his first high-end project since the death of Rena, the former Third Sword.During its creation, he’d realized just how rusty he’d become over the five years without practice.He’d needed to pause at a crucial point in the crafting process and hone his skills on lesser works before returning to the mask. The knowledge he’d begun to grasp from the book Art had given him made a noticeable difference.Much of the ancient information on craftsmanship and alchem
Formed Pact
"How did he find out?" Art mumbled while chewing on a fruit. Garron had seen right through him before leaving—clearly, a man who'd dealt with plenty of children and teenagers in his life.Night had fallen, and the synchronized chorus of insects performed a gentle orchestral hum across the forest.Art was currently lying on the thick branch of a large tree, his gaze fixed on the dark sky overhead.This tree would serve as his home for the night, as he had decided not to return to Yuh’s family house. At this point, there wasn’t much reason to go back.Maybe they were expecting him tonight, which, disappointing them on his part, wasn’t great—but sometimes, plans got ruined by circumstance.After everything he had learned, wandering around—especially at night—wouldn’t be the safest move for him anymore.He stared down at the fruit in his hand, his expression shifting into a frown. Not long ago, he was indulging in mouth-watering meals and warm beds. Now, he was stuck with fruit.Sure, he
A ticket to revenge
"I'm sorry for your loss. But I think you're making a mistake," Art said firmly. "You decided to throw your talent away because she was killed? Isn't that the same as letting her killer go free?"Garron's face dropped. "You never justified her death. Her killer must be out there, living quite the life.""You think I'm okay with that? There’s nothing I can do!" Garron burst out in a mix of sadness and frustration. "Trying to get revenge would only lead to more death.""And why is that?" Art pressed.Garron let out a sigh. "That armor I made for her, along with the artifacts, were the best I could produce. If her opponent destroyed even those... then anything else I make would be useless.""So, let me get this straight. You stopped crafting because you feel guilty for causing Jira's mother’s death, and you think your skills aren’t good enough to help bring her killer to justice?"Seeing no response, Art shook his head in disappointment. "So if there was a chance to help get rid of the
Wasting potential
Art navigated more carefully as he searched for the blacksmith.He couldn’t afford to reveal his identity. He paid close attention to his surroundings, making sure he wasn’t being followed.So far, nothing seemed out of place.But he knew his abilities in the outside world still weren’t sharp enough to trust completely.It took longer than if he had just asked openly, but he finally found the building the boy described. A massive, bleached dragon skull hung above the door, suspended by chains that glowed faintly with runic symbols. Its eye sockets flickered with soft blue light, as if watching everyone nearby.He glanced around cautiously."That must be it," he muttered, eyeing another building nearby before walking over.Art stopped in front of the building, now confident he’d found the right place.The building was tucked between two larger structures, yet it had a more special presence.Made from polished blackstone and silverwood, the shop had faintly glowing etchings across its s
Mistaken Identity
Art walked back to where he’d left Kira.She immediately ran toward him the moment he came into view.Art could tell that staying alone was still very uncomfortable triggering for her after everything she’d gone through. "Are you alright?" he asked.She simply nodded, and they both left the area together.Art's next destination was to find an artifact blacksmith.Unlike weapon blacksmiths, who worked on creating or recreating weapons and armor, artifact blacksmiths handled other magical items—like the masks he had. Some blacksmiths were skilled enough to excel in both areas.But there was no way he’d find a good blacksmith in this place. He needed to go deeper into the city, to the mage districts—and taking Kira with him wouldn’t be ideal."Umm... Kira. I have to go to the main city. Do you know which teleportation station leads there?"She described the directions for him. "I'm guessing I can't go with you?""Yeah. It won't be very safe for you," he replied. "Would you be okay going
Beneficial Exchange
Under Art's watch, the shop owner loosened the fabric covering the box, exposing its design. The moment it was revealed, an ominous wave of mana surged outward."You might need to protect yourself with mana. It's dangerous," the man warned, raising his gaze to Art.Art wasn’t a newbie in dealings like this. In his former life, he had been exposed to similar situations since childhood. He had learned how to read people—their intentions, their unspoken words.The shop owner was conducting one final test to see if Art was truly worthy of the mask.If Art followed his advice and shielded himself with mana, it would signal that he wasn’t strong enough to naturally endure its aura. That would shatter the illusion of overwhelming strength he had carefully crafted. Someone at A or S-rank wouldn’t even flinch at something of this level, no matter how impressive it was.That said, Art could tell the mask's aura was genuinely dangerous. But he wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip away."Yo
