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The Successor System Fragments of the Frosty Past
The crumbling walls of the abandoned city wrapped around them like a grave, the air heavy with silence. Art and Asura sat across from each other in the hollow of a shattered building, their exhaustion palpable. The faint glow from the top filtered through cracks in the ceiling, casting soft light over their battered forms.It seemed that night was upon them since it was slowly getting darker.Art leaned back against the cold stone wall, his breathing finally steadying. He glanced at Asura, who sat with her knees drawn up, frost still clinging faintly to her fingertips. The way the light touched her pale skin and the shadows danced in her lilac-white hair made her look ethereal, even now. Even though she was pretty messy. “You weren’t bad out there. We’re just outmatched,” Art said, breaking the quiet.Asura blinked, caught off guard. Her gaze shifted to him, studying his face. “Outmatched huh?” she repeated, tilting her head slightly.He nodded. “Most people would’ve folded under tha
The Successor System False Relieve
“Do you have anything in mind?” She asked, preparing herself. “Yes,” a grin appeared on Art’s face. “I’ve been preparing something during our fight. It’s a good thing we didn’t end up dead before I could use it. I believe that it has weaknesses at some points of its body, which happen to be its magic energy source. It seems that it was made by a mage from long ago, but I’m surprised that it’s still functional and this strong.”"I think delivering powerful hits to these points could destroy it. But I doubt that we'll be able to do that without at least one of us getting killed."He was able to learn all this after he researched rune magic. When they arrived here, he tried creating a teleportation circle that would link to the one he left back in the forest, but it failed. Something seemed to be obstructing it. This showed that he still had much to learn.But if things go well, they might just succeed in defeating it.“Here’s what we’ll do…”***The Ash humanoid, which had been looking
The Successor System Saved?
The eerie sensation of being watched thickened the air around them. Art and Asura exchanged wary glances, their breaths quickening as the oppressive feeling pressed down on them. It wasn’t long before their worst fears were confirmed. From the shadows, five ash-like humanoid figures emerged, their forms identical to the entity they had barely managed to defeat moments ago.The duo sat frozen on the ground, unable to rise, not because of exhaustion alone but because the sheer magnitude of the threat was paralyzing. The figures moved with unnerving synchronicity, their glowing blue runes pulsing rhythmically like malevolent heartbeats.Four of the creatures stopped at an equidistant perimeter, forming an ominous circle around their prey. But the fifth, larger and more menacing, stepped forward, breaking the symmetry. Its towering frame cast a long shadow over the duo, and its glowing blue eyes locked onto them with an intensity that felt almost sentient.Art and Asura didn’t move. They
The Successor System Reunion
“Are you feeling better now?” Sonra asked Rhea, her voice soft with concern. Rhea, like the others, had several bandages wrapped around her body. The rest of their party was in a similar state, their injuries a testament to the ordeal they had just survived. Though they had been congratulated by their superiors for their bravery and promised additional points, the weight of what they had faced left no room for celebration. The atmosphere among them was heavy. Each member was lost in thought, reflecting on the experience of barely escaping death. For most of them, this was their first brush with mortality, and it had left an indelible mark. Rhea’s gaze was distant, her thoughts trapped in a memory she wished she could forget. She kept recalling the tragedy of her childhood, where no help had come in time. If only things had been different, maybe those other children wouldn’t have died. The pain of that day was etched into her expression, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Ramond
The Successor System The Kyusei
Within a certain place, A vast, hollowed-out cavern was concealed behind a cascading waterfall deep within the mountains. The roar of the water outside echoed faintly through the chamber, mixing with the low hum of tension that filled the space. The air was damp, and the stone walls were rough and unrefined, scarred with cracks that seemed to form a web around the room. Seven figures stood at different points in the chamber, each occupying their own corner of the expansive space. The dim, flickering light from a series of braziers scattered throughout the room cast long shadows, distorting their forms on the uneven walls. One stood near the entrance, leaning casually against the stone, his arms crossed and his face hidden by the shadow of his hood. Another lingered by a jagged outcrop at the far side, their fingers idly tracing a scar etched into the rock, as if lost in thought. A third crouched low on a raised ledge, their sharp eyes scanning the others like a predator assessing p
The Successor System A much stronger Art
Hmph!A soft grunt escaped as a boy slumped back into the chair he was seated on.His usual spiky black hair now drooped, and his golden eyes—once vibrant—were dimmed by exhaustion, with dark bags beneath them. His complexion was pale, a clear sign of poor health.Anyone who had known him before would immediately notice the stark changes in his appearance. Yet, despite his unhealthy look, there was no mistaking that he had grown stronger. His muscle mass had significantly increased, and the calluses and bruises on his hands told a story of relentless physical training. But perhaps the most striking difference was the aura of magic surrounding him. Even when suppressed, it was intimidating. His roommates, had they been less powerful themselves, might have felt uneasy simply being near him.This was also a result of intense mana cultivating to improve his magic core. All this was the result of one month of grueling training since his return from the Ancient City. Today marked exactly
The Successor System Invitation 1
Art walked through an open pathway, hands in his pockets. He was looking better after finally getting some sleep.Neither Viron nor Sil was in the room. He hadn’t seen them for over two weeks, only occasionally sensing their presence when they returned. The same went for Daste, his third roommate.For some reason, he hadn’t heard anything from his guide during this time. This wasn’t like other instances—it felt different. He couldn’t sense her at all. He believed it had something to do with the body she had told him to hold back in the room back then.Several people were walking and talking around him. From the crowd, he suddenly heard his name.“Art!!!”He turned toward the voice to see Caitlyn running toward him. That’s right, he hadn’t seen her during all this time either. She had a worried yet surprised expression written all over her face.She stopped just in front of him, immediately noticing the changes in his appearance over the past month. He had grown slightly taller and loo
The Successor System Invitation 2
“Art?” Elora’s voice broke the tranquility of the courtyard, her green eyes widening as she took in his appearance. Her heart-shaped lips parted in surprise, and for a moment, she seemed lost for words. She hadn’t expected him to show up, much less looking so… different. Art inclined his head slightly in a gesture of courtesy. The movement was restrained and formal, but it unsettled Elora. She didn't want him acting this way. “You’re here,” Art said, shifting his gaze to the person he was most familiar with. “Yes,” Asura replied, her bright purple eyes locking onto his. Her keen gaze swept over him, noting the changes not just in his stature but his overall demeanor. This was the first time they’d seen each other since the raid, and Asura could sense that Art had grown. Finally, Art’s attention shifted to the third figure present, the most imposing of the group. A woman in her late twenties stood with her arms lightly crossed. Her long, straight white hair flowed elegantly in the
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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
Disguise Hunting
Art freshened up and changed his clothes.Most of the clothes he had become tight so he had to buy new ones.Art's plan on becoming an adventurer would pose a lot of risks if he left his face exposed.He needed to keep his identity hidden. Especially as he was sure that he would make a lot of enemies with his character. So he needed to buy a new mask since he had already used the ones he had back in the academy, and they could be linked back to him.He also decided not to use his Silver abilities. So he had to stick to his earth magic and the others he copied.Art wore a black hood to hide most of his face.Just when he stepped out of the house, he heard Kira's voice."Wait!" She said, walking towards him. "Can I come with you?"He wouldn't have agreed to it, but this was the first time that she wanted to leave the house after her traumatic encounter. So he was forced to accept."You'll have to cover your face with something."She nodded before walking in. Coming out shortly after, w
