Chapter 65
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Chapter 65: The Descent of Skyfire
In the spring of 985 Arad Calendar.
Autumn Ancient City, hillside villa.
Silver brilliance poured from the firmament.
Dark crimson flames churned in the abyss.
A frozen greatsword hung suspended midair, its blade radiating cold sharpness as countless icy fragments cascaded down like mercury chains. The Sword of the Demon God – manifested through the mysterious demon god inhabiting Midi’s left arm – once stood as the keenest, mightiest presence in this spiritual realm.
Yet now, blade-like currents flowed through this world with deliberate slowness, radiating immense power reminiscent of a prowling dragon that dwarfed even the Sword of Demon God’s majesty.
This was Ultimate Intent.
Shifting between warm currents and biting winds under Midi’s control, the Ultimate Intent circulated endlessly, nourishing every fiber of his being. It subtly enhanced his robust physique, refined his power, accelerated his reactions, and toughened his nerves.
When unleashed, this force became deadlier than any Lightsaber, capable of obliterating all obstacles. Both weapon and cultivator’s aid – this was Ultimate Intent.
Suddenly, the cross-legged Midi inhaled deeply.
Ambient magic pulsed with his breathing rhythm – flowing into his lungs before exhaling outward. Strands of magical energy gradually slowed during this cycle, settling to be absorbed into Midi’s body, merging with his Ultimate Intent.
As magic continuously flooded in, Midi’s Ultimate Intent grew steadily. Imperceptible transformations occurred beneath his skin, within muscles and blood – changes invisible to observers but accumulating toward fundamental metamorphosis.
"Level 33!" Midi exhaled, rising with opened eyes.
His internal magic and demonic aura had been completely expended during the breakthrough, impurities burned away to leave pure essence. Yet the Ultimate Intent now swirled like liquid mercury within him, its turbulent power straining against containment.
This was Level 33 empowered by Ultimate Intent.
With past-life memories, Midi knew this strength surpassed ordinary Level 33 adventurers, rivaling even Level 40 counterparts in pure physical attributes – not counting Ultimate Intent’s own destructive capacity.
What formidable power!
In his previous life, Midi had been confined under paternal orders after failing the academy trial, betrayed by Fenrir of Sais family. Fina, injured protecting him, had just recovered to begin transmutation using Hamilton family’s magic veins.
One trapped in self-made ruin, the other hindered from reaching her peak.
Now everything differed.
Both he and Fina had ascended beyond their peers. Their growth speed and quality stood peerless – a century’s perfect rarity. Even Alice had joined early, their trio’s bonds strengthening daily while enhancing collective power.
Midi couldn’t desire more – dissatisfaction would be heaven-defying greed.
Yet contentment bred no complacency. Clarity sharper than ever reminded him: protecting Fina, Alice, and their hard-won territories required efforts surpassing his previous life’s struggles.
Pressure became motivation.
Because protecting the tranquil daily scenery under the winter sun had been Midi’s greatest wish.
Now, in the spring of the Year 985 of the Arad Calendar, Midi knew the first challenge he faced was a catastrophe triggering countless chain reactions—the great fire in the Forest of Gran.
The fire itself mattered little, occurring beyond the duchy’s borders. Even if every Elven Tribe perished, Belmar’s nobility could still indulge. Yet something accompanying the flames altered the entire continent.
Goblins once cowering in grass had gained over 10 levels post-fire, even assaulting caravans. Struck by arrows, they no longer retreated but charged like rabid hounds. Other magical beasts grew drastically stronger, with heightened levels, recovery, attack power, and defensive capabilities.
Undead creatures emerged in the wilderness—hard to kill, land-polluting, transforming lush forests into barren wastes and thriving towns into silent husks, swelling their numbers.
Humans grew stronger too.
Adventurers multiplied after the fire, their levels rising unprecedentedly fast through constant battles.
Yet whether monsters or men gained power, the noble lords’ control kept slipping.
Midi vividly recalled the duchy’s state post-fire from his past life.
Monster strength paralyzed merchant caravans, choking funding and cargo flow. This crippled the economy and fueled lordly fragmentation. Adventurers, beyond noble control and stronger than soldiers, often turned bandit, worsening lawlessness.
Thus besieged by monsters and rebels, the peace-rotted Belmar Duchy teetered like a storm-battered tower.
Such a duchy needed a mighty ruler to unite wayward adventurers and crush rampant monsters.
Midi agreed wholeheartedly.
But who would rule?
Seeking answers, the Queen’s faction and Senator’s faction had ignited civil war in his past life.
Had either side triumphed, unification might have followed—grand armies marshaled, order restored, citizens shielded. But by Arad Calendar Year 986, as war raged, the faltering Sais family summoned the Delos Empire’s army.
Then—endgame.
Belmar fell. Nobles slaughtered. Midi and Fina fled…
This life—could he reshape Belmar’s fate?
Stop the Delos Empire’s golden twin-Lightsaber flag from piercing Hertonmar’s clock tower?
Midi questioned, unanswered.
Foresight meant little against national wars. Often, inevitability demanded helpless acceptance.
Still, he’d try.
Three months since defeating the Sais family, he’d merged Elven warriors, family soldiers, and territorial recruits into a 10,000-strong, fully-equipped army.
He’d carved new forests into habitats for Alice’s five Elven Tribes, reserving land for future Gran refugees.
Border fortifications rose where his territory met Gran’s woods. Beacons crowned high points along vital roads. Combined with Alice’s magic vein formations, his domain became impregnable.
Every moment saw him tempering his Ultimate Intent via Autumn Ancient City villa’s boundless magic. Four levels gained in three months—breaking past level 30, his physical attributes undergoing qualitative leaps.
Now at level 33, Midi matched level 40 adventurers in raw strength, speed, and reaction—Ultimate Intent excluded.
Power remained life’s surest anchor.
Midi’s unshakable creed.
As upgrade sensations tingled through him, melodic footsteps echoed down the hall.
The vibrant red-haired girl and aloof black-haired girl entered the training ground side by side.
Though sharing the villa’s infinite magic, Fina and Alice rarely disturbed daytime training—each had their pursuits.
Their joint appearance sparked foreboding.
"Trouble?" he demanded.
As expected:
"Scouts report the Forest of Gran burns," Fina declared, her proud voice grave. "Unquenchable flames. The Hamilton family confirms contact lost with the Elven Kingdom."
"Forest aura shifts," Alice added, colder than ever. "Monsters stir. Magic veins drain wildly—unnatural."
The fire had come.
Midi’s brows lifted.
Facing the blaze that would shake Arad for twenty years, he felt surreal calm.
Every preparation made. Every effort maximized.
His power grown, bearing the millennium-rare Ultimate Intent.
With them beside him.
Inevitable arrivals demanded direct confrontation.
