Saga of Astral Mysteries (LOTMxASOIAF)

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Saga of Astral Mysteries - Promotion of New Primary Fanfic
Main Setting: A Song of Ice and Fire (ASOIAF) - Game of Thrones (GoT) x Lord of the Mysteries (LOTM)
Characters from: League of Legends (LoL) / Arcane
Elements from: Warhammer Fantasy, League of Legends / Arcane
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"My life spans across the centuries. Legions have risen to test me… My ascendance is inevitable. A day, a year, a millennium—it matters not. I hold the patience of stone and the will of stars. Your striving is insignificant. Your efforts are useless. From the grandeur of the Valyrian, surviving the Doom, overcoming dangers of the Valoran, rise of the Noxus, and Divine War of the Gods. There is no call we do not answer and no challenge we do not overcome! For we are the Noxus, Forever Strong!"
- Immortal Emperor's Ceremonial Speech of 400th Celebration of the Empire of Noxus
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Tags: Alchemy, Army, Army Building, Alternate World, Aristocracy, Beautiful Female Lead, Calm Protagonist, Character Growth, Charismatic Protagonist, Cunning Protagonist, Dark, Depictions of Cruelty, Destiny, Dragons, Devils, Elves, Evil Gods, Evil Organizations, Evil Religions, Family, Fnatasy Creatures, Fantasy World, Fast Learner, God Protagonist, Godly Powers, Gods, Hard-Working Protagonist, Harsh Training, Hidden Abilities, Immortals, Industrialization, Kingdoms, Kingdom Building, Lost Civilizations, Lucky Protagonist, Magic, Male Protagonist, Manipulative Characters, Money Grubber, Multiple Realms, Mythical Beasts, Mythology, Nobles, Overpowered Protagonist, Pets, Philosophical, Religions, Schemes and Conspiracies, Secret Identity, Secret Organizations, Sentient Objects, Skill Assimilation, Souls, Special Abilities, Spirits, Strategic Battles, Time Skip, Transmigration, Vampires, Wars, Weak to Strong, Strong to Stronger, Wealth Characters, Werebeasts, Demons, Early Romance, Harem, Polygamy, Firearms, Knigths, Leadership, Loyla Subordinates, Magic Technology, Mediaval, Modern Knowledge, Monsters, Multiple POV, Politics, Royalty, Technological Gap, Conquest, Strong Love Interest, Gate to Another World, Strength-based Social Hierarchy, Sword and Magic
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Dungeon Overlord: Unexpected Results of Worshipping Outer Gods

"Worshipping the Outer Gods isn't really the best idea, and for many, it won't really end well.
For me, though?
At the start, it was shit, but now I am Dungeon Master of the Interdimensional Dungeon, tasked with Harvesting Fate, Magic, and Life from the worlds. I am bringing the End Times to the worlds in the name of the Great Old Ones.
Oh yes, did I tell you that I managed to have several beautiful, overpowered wives on top of that?"
- Archaon the Everchosen of the Great Old Ones

Theme: ASOIAF, Bunny Black, Dungeon Hunter, Dragon Age, Warhammer Fantasy

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Sigmar Heldenhammer in World of Wacraft

"When the sun rests, and the world is dark, and the great fires are lit, and the ale is poured into flagons, then it is time to sing sagas as the Dwarfs do. And the greatest saga is the saga of Sigmar, the mightiest warrior. Harken now, hear these words, and live in hope."

—Excerpt from the Legend of Sigmar "Heldenhammer" Hinderstern, The Orcbane, The Demonslayer, The Justiciar and Master of Holy Thunder, The Hero of Great Wars, Hero of Stormwind, Protector of the Azeroth, Hierarch of the Holy Stormcast Templar Order and Founder of Covenant

Theme: World of Warcraft x Warhammer Fantasy + Age of Sigmar Elements
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STARLESS: Transmigrator's Debuchery Life

Just your average story of an ultra-rich, morally depraved transmigrator who has a harem of his wife and daughters and other women, as they enjoy debauchery of all kinds and...
Based on the STARLESS Series from the EMPRESS

Theme: STARLESS, GREAT DECEIVER, SLEEPLESS SERIES

* Read on your own risk

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DxD: Seraph God of Destruction
"So I have been reborn... that is good.
In the Highschool DxD... could be better; reality is often worse than a shitty presentation.
Fortunately, to the son of Shiva the God of Destruction, and Thashamal the Seraphim of Doom, that was certainly good.
But you know what wasn't good?
In a few years, the Khaos Brigade would be making a mess, awakening the Trihexa and machinations of the Spirit Gods of Etoulde. Those self-righteous bastards have drawn the attention of Evies to Draconic Deus and other threats."
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Theme: Highschool DxD, ???, ???, ???
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Records of Magic

Beyond majestic mountains, across the emerald dale, on the ivory standard united, we prevail. Records of Magic, the records of the rise of Magic in 21st Century, through the World War III to the Invasion of Burning Legions.

We are the Yotsubas, the Untouchable; we fought against the Dahan, we fought against the USNA, and we fought against the Demons of the Burning Legion.

From the distant shores of Amani, the ruins of the Troll Wars, it was recorded that a new power would rise for every trial suffered and every ally mourned; they would be the guardians of Azeroth.
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Tags: Alternate World, Anti-Magic, Fantasy World, Magic Technology, Military, Nobles, Politics, Clan Building, Domestic Affairs, Power Couple, Schemes and Conspiracies, Kingdom Building, World Hopping, World Travel, Gate to Another World, Demons, Dragons, Magic, Sci-Fi, Wars, Strong Love Interests, Special Abilities, Overpowered Protagonist, Army, Army Building, Conquest, Magic Formations, Orcs, Sword and Magic, Wars
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Theme: Mahouka Kokou no Rettosei / Irregular at High Magic School, World of Warcraft, Type-Moon Elements
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A Song of Blood and Sunlight
It was the 10th Millennium; for more than several centuries, the Emperor and High Lord Magistrate sat on the Divine Throne of Sunlight and Cinder. He is Lord of the Lands of Ancients by the will of the Gods and Master of the City of Gods by the power of his inexhaustible armies. (Soulsborne influence)
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Tags: Antihero Protagonist, Army Building, Calm Protagonist, Daemons, Dragons, Elves, Fantasy World, Gate to Another World, Gods, Domestic Affairs, Handsome Male Lead, Kingdom Building, Male Protagonist, Management, Polygamy, Harem, Ruthless Protagonist, Sword and Magic, Vampires, Wars, Conquest, Knights, Politics, Nobles, A Song of Ice and Fire, Dark Souls, Bloodborne, Warhammer Fantasy, Game of Thrones, Religions, Interdimensional Travel, Aristocracy, Elemental Magic, Multiple POV, Royalty, Special Abilities, Strong to Stronger, Early Romance, Industrialization, Magic, Marriage, Romantic Subplot, Schemes and Conspiracies, Strong Love Interests, Elves, Strategic Battles, Technological Gap, World Hopping, World Gate
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Theme: A Song of Ice and Fire (ASOIAF) / Game of Thrones (GoT), Warhammer Fantasy, Bloodborne, Dark Souls (partially - more lore-wise)

 

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Valkorion valued his new life above everything else; dying once was rather uncomfortable, and in fact, since the time he was transmigrated into this new wonderful world, he had decided that he didn't wish to die...

Like never.

He wanted to be immortal.

Since he found out about the existence of the Beyonders and the fact that this world was a weird mashup between ASOIAF and Lord of the Mysteries and perhaps god knows what, Valkorion set his goal rather clearly.

Upon reaching Sequence 2 Saint, Beyonder's lifespan would be greatly enhanced, and upon reaching Sequence 1 Angel, one essentially becomes an immortal and ageless being. Depending on the Pathways, Beyonders could also increase their lifespan in other Sequences, even in Mid Sequences, if they were on the pathway that allowed such things.

But Valkorion didn't aim for just that, no... his goals were far more higher and loftier than becoming an Angel.

Become God.

Not only that, but as someone who was aware of 'Them', he also wanted to ascend to that realm.

To become an untouchable existence in all creation.

One could say that since dying on Earth, Vallkorion became very fearful of death and wanted to live at any cost. And he would do everything in his power to achieve the goal that he set for himself, not matter the cost and no matter the time and effort he would need to give.

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After two days of traveling, Valkorion was feeling tired and exhausted, but he finally arrived at the place that was described in one of the journals belonging to the Daerius Tenebraenys and started searching for the ruins that were described in the journal.

According to the journal of Daerius Tenebraenys, who was already half-mad when he was writing the lines in the journal, it should be hidden from the sight of the ordinary and unordinary, and the entrance would only show itself to the people who had a destiny with it.

Daerius Tenebraenys was convinced that it was done by the creator of the place who was resting there for the last time. He himself managed to enter the cavern after the entrance to the Tomb revealed itself to him, but at the same time, he couldn't find the entrance to the deep Tomb.

The mad Dragonlord speculated that it should be because he wasn't fated... or, maybe the being that was buried there wasn't dead in a true sense, and some remnant of its consciousness is still lingering within the Tomb and scheming for its revival.

Whatever the reason it was, Daerius Tenebraenys noted that he sensed something extremely powerful and ancient down in the cave systems, but he couldn't reach it. After he returned from the cave, he realized that everything outside seemed like nothing had changed.

There was not even a sign of entrance to some ancient tomb or even one piece of stone there.

After Daerius Tenebraenys returned back home, he told about the fact that he encountered this thing or place to the Patriarch of the Tenebraenys Family, Lord Freeholder Daenar I. Tenebraenys, Saint of the House Tenebraenys, who too visited this place.

But to the shock of the Lord Freeholder and Sequence 2 Beoyneer, who was geniue Saint, he couldn't not even a single trace of the place that his son was talking about. In the end, it was clear that the owner of the place must be beyond powerful to be able to keep it hidden even from a very powerful Saint.

When Valkorion arrived at the place, it looked exactly like it was described in the journal of the Daerius Tenebarenys the Mad. Very small plateau that was probably as big as ten meters in diameter, surrounded by huge rocks and several ancient trees that were growing all around the place.

It seemed that despite the hostile environment of the Painted Mountains, they were able to thrive in this place. Which was most unusual and most probably a sign that this wasn't natural but most probably supported by the Beyonder Powers of whoever was buried here.

"Nothing... hmmm..."

Valkorion scoured through the area, but in the place where the entrance to the Tomb was supposed to be was nothing. Or, more precisely, there was just rock and mountain, nothing more and nothing less.

At the same time, he was already beginning to grow a bit disappointed seeing this because he really wanted to enter that dammed place. Valkorion knew that it was risky as hell, but at the same time, it was also a huge opportunity to obtain some wealth, artifacts, and who knows what else.

Suddenly, as he sat down and leaned his back on the biggest rock for comfort, he suddenly heard something. Very subtle sound as if something was silently moving, but with each second, it was growing louder and louder.

In a split of a moment, Valkorion realized that he was rolling down from his previous place as the rock behind him was no more, and he was falling down. He immediately grabbed his sword and stabbed it into the ground, trying to stabilize himself.

The lone rays of the sun were lighting the way, the long pathway where he was falling into. With the sword stabbed at the ground, he managed to get up on his two legs and started slowly descending down to the dark and cold place, where the unknown awaited him.

After several minutes of walking down, the light was getting weaker and weaker until he barely saw anything. Valkorion then reached into his backpack and took out a small stick with a crystal at the end of the stick, which then started glowing.

This was one of the smart inventions of the Freehold and allowed him to have a light in the darkness. It was manufactured by the Beyonders obviously and used the presence of the Spiritrons.

Soon enough, he came to the end of the narrow pathway, as he stood in the empty room.

Valkorion used the light source in his hand to see if there was something written on the walls, but there was nothing, and there were also no hidden doors, traps, or levers to pull, just nothing.

Everything was empty.

As he walked around the room for a moment, suddenly, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere, and he realized that the entrance to which he used to come had disappeared and was blocked.

At the same time, the crystal on his stick cracked, and he was left totally in the darkness. This was everything that he needed to know, that he was being watched, perhaps being even tested or whatever.

One thing was sure; he certainly got farther than his ancestor Daerius Tenebraenys the Mad had got in this place. Though contrary to his crazy ancestor, Valkorion didn't really feel anything when he was standing here.

Maybe because he was just Low Seqqunce Beyonder without any significant power or abilities. Yet, he was getting some kind of uncanny feeling that something was going to happen to him sooner or later.

Suddenly, a weird glowing pattern appeared on the ground, with some symbol that he didn't recognize, aside from it being something in the Dragonese, something that he could really translate, but it was clearly in the Dragonese.

But before he could dwell on what the symbol meant, enormous pressure appeared on his shoulders, forcing him to crash down on the ground in mere seconds as he coughed blood, and the pattern was glowing even more brightly than before.

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Even though Valkorion felt the power of gravity greatly and felt that some bones in his body were about to crack, as the power was really terrifying, he didn't relent and continued to resist the invisible pressure on him.

He was doing rather a good job of resisting the pressure from the magical circle or whatever it was, but soon enough, the pressure was dissipating into nothingness, and soon enough, he felt like nothing had happened.

Soon enough, when he looked in front of him, he related that the walls of the place were gone, and there was the entrance to the depths of the cave. Because everything was still dark, he took another of the sticks with the crystal to make light, using it as a torch and went forward.

At this point, because the entrance was closed and he had no way to return back to the outer world, the sole choice that remained for him was to continue and go whenever the pathway was leading.

It's not like he had another choice.

Still, Valkorion steeled himself as he went further because, this time, he was going to the undiscovered territory. His ancestor, Daerius Tenebraenys, never reached that part, and he only arrived at the place where Valkorion was met with intense gravitational pressure.

If he thought about it, he suspected that it was mainly some kind of test, most probably left by the entirety to which the Tomb belonged to test the people who found the entrance. Most probably, finding the entrance to the Tomb itself was the first kind of test.

Now, the second test was the weird gravitational pressure, though if he had to guess, then it was something entirely different, and the gravitation pressure was just a shadow shroud to hide the real test.

Obviously, Valkorion wasn't aware of what the real test was, but he knew that he must have passed successfully if he was allowed to continue further. Nevertheless, something was telling him that he had ended up entering this place.

It was weird, but the whole time he was here, something was telling him that he could find something precious here. Since the moment he entered this area, he was having the feeling...

Like some kind of foretelling...

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Deep beneath a towering mountain range, hidden from the gaze of the world, lay a massive underground cavern so vast it could house an entire city. The space was dimly lit by an eerie, bioluminescent glow that emanated from the jagged rock walls and clusters of glowing fungi clinging to the stone like a natural mosaic.

Valkorion looked at the place in wonder because this was the first time he saw something like this. The faint light cast long shadows, dancing on the cavern floor, creating a mysterious and haunting atmosphere.

The moment he entered the cavern from the very long pathway, he started feeling something indescribable. The previous feeling of going into this place was right now much stronger, which prompted Valkorion to conclude that this wasn't a coincidence.

When he stepped into the subterranean expanse, the sheer scale of the chamber was overwhelming. The ceiling is so high above it disappears into darkness, with stalactites hanging down like the fangs of a primordial beast.

'Spatial tunnel... there is no way that I could have walked that much, so it is really true... the being that died must be Angel at least; there is no way that Saint could create something like this, and it was preserved even thousands of years after his demise.'

Valkorion thought as he had arrived at the underground cavern, as it was hard evidence that the entity was still clinging to life...

Somehow.

Valkorion, in fact, didn't know if it was true or not...

The cavern's floor stretched out in all directions, a flat expanse of stone and debris that once might have been bustling with life. But now, it was silent, save for the occasional echo of dripping water that reverberated through the space, as if time itself had paused in this forsaken place.

Scattered throughout the cavern are the remnants of what once was a thriving civilization or perhaps some city, now reduced to rubble and ruin. Ancient stone buildings, their facades crumbling, stand in eerie silence like ghosts of the past.

It was a very weird feeling to go walking through the ruins of the decaying civilization, filled with the ghosts of the long-forgotten past. Valkorion knew that these things were old, probably older than the Valyria itself.

One thing was certain they were for sure from the previous Epoch.

Some are mere shells, with walls half-collapsed, while others retain a semblance of their former grandeur, their weathered arches and columns hinting at the architectural prowess of those who built them.

Stone bridges once spanning over deep, dry chasms now hang broken, leading to nowhere, and stairways spiral into darkness, their steps worn smooth by countless feet long gone.

As he was passing through one of the stone bridges, he realized that this place wasn't as simple as it seemed. If there was such an enormous underground city located beneath the Painted Mountain, then it would be sooner or later discovered by the Valyrians.

In the end, the Valyrian Freehold had several publicly known Angels, and 'They' would certainly notice something like this. So that was leading Valkorion to a single conclusion that almost wanted him to turn around and run for his very own life.

This place wasn't the Tomb of Angel.

Or even King of Angels.

This was the Tomb of True God.

Most probably one that fell in the previous Epochs.

In a split of a second, Valkorion was felled with dread as much as he was filled with excitement at the prospect of finding the Tomb of God,

Unfortunately, that was not possible, so he continued through the ruins as a dense fog of dust hung in the air, stirred only by the faintest breeze coming from some unknown fissure in the mountains above.

The once-great structures, now in various stages of decay, are adorned with intricate carvings and strange symbols that tell a forgotten story, though Valkorion managed to recognize the language as Dragonese as he went closer to some of the structures of the city to read the runes.

"Some sort of dialect... hmm... let's see..."

He then went closer as he was attempting to read several of the symbols.

"Dawn, Age... dammit, this place is at least from the 1st Epoch... if this was released to the world, it would cause turmoil like nothing else in the recent millennia. Artifact from the 1st Epoch: Age of Dawn."

Valkorion almost stumbled down when he managed to translate several symbols that probably symbolized the Age when the building was built.

1st Epoch... Age of Dawn.

It was a time of true wonders, a time when powerful Beyonders were practically everywhere where an eye could see and mighty Extraordinary Creatures ruled the lands that were now inhabited by the species of Men, Dwarf or Elf.

According to the legends that were preserved, in this Age, various Supernatural Races came into existence. In the beginning years of the Age of Dawn, it was chaotic, dark, and insane; there were not many records about it, not to mention from the Age of Dawn itself.

There were only partial records about the 1st Epoch, the Age of Dawn, and what happened during that Epoch. Valkorion only read some tidbits from the books that were present in the Tenebraenys Manor in the Catharys.

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Unfortunately, there was only one short work done by some Maester from the Citadel Order, and there were not many mentions of the Age of Dawn. It was still, though generally agreed, that the Age of Dawn started with the birth of the first Ancient Gods.

The First Generation of Ancient Gods appeared one after another. The sky, the land, the sea, and the underground world slowly changed from disorderliness to orderliness.

After the supernatural races obtained a certain level of intelligence and had their own languages, creatures finally had some knowledge of history. The first language, Elvish, was created by the First Generation Elf King and the Dragonese by the First Great Wyrm of their kind.

Right now, they were living in the Year of Thelos 9,885 of the Sixth Epoch: Age of Gods.

And considering that the Age of Dawn was nearly 7,000 Years ago, this place was ancient, and most likely, its existence was only supported by the entity that was inhabiting this place.

At the same time, it seemed that only the city and its ruins were preserved in the merciless passage of time because as he advanced through the ruins of the underground city, for several hours, he didn't see anything else aside from the stones and rock.

Not even a single weapon or armor, for example.

Or perhaps even a piece of a gold coin if he had to be modest.

Some of the buildings appear to have been temples or churches, with large, shattered statues of something that seemed to be the main God that this city was worshipping because the biggest statues, even though partially destroyed, all looked the same to a certain degree.

Not only that, but there were also many other statues of Mythical Creatures, both familiar and alien, as their expressions were frozen in time. The statues of the Mythical Creatures were observing the city, watching over the ruins as silent sentinels.

Amidst this desolation, there is one structure that stands apart from the rest.

In the very center of the subterranean cavern, untouched by the ravages of time or decay, was a lone altar. It sits on a raised platform, carved from a single piece of smooth, dark stone, gleaming as though it had just been polished.

The altar was rather simple in design that, Valkorion had to admit, yet there was an unmistakable sense of power and purpose radiating from it, as if it held the key to some ancient secret long forgotten by the world above.

He recognized the stone, the material from which it was made from, because it was the Obsidian, or sometimes also called Dragonstone. It was the primary building material that the Valyrians used in all of their constructions.

Obsidian is harder than iron, steel, granite or even diamond. It was true Extraordinary Construction Material, created by the secrets of the Valyrian Magic and flames of a dragon, with the condition that it must be at the older dragon that was providing the flames, or else it would be impossible to create a solid block of Obsidian.

The stone seems to hum with an energy that pulses faintly, a heartbeat in the stillness.

Around the altar, the ruins seem to draw back, as if they are afraid to encroach on this sacred space. No debris littered the ground here; it is as if an invisible force has kept the area around the altar pristine, untouched by the decay that has claimed the rest of the underground city.

As Valkorion looked around, it was probably the only place in this city, that was in such perfect condition and wasn't destroyed or decayed. It was visible that someone was maintaining its pristine state.

There were also no signs of footprints, no marks of any living thing having come close to it in millennia. It wasn't that surprising, considering most probably the majority of people couldn't pass even the first test, less being said about the second one for the better.

It was highly possible that he was a single person who came here for the first time in the past seven thousand years or so. If such was the truth, it would be a staggering discovery that he would have to keep for himself for a very long time, or else the consequences would be dire.

Valkorion stepped forward in front of the altar, as he looked at the lone structure, isolated in its mystery, surrounded by the remnants of a world that has crumbled to dust.

Upon closer inspection, the altar also had several runes in the Dragonese, deeply etched into its surface, yet unweathered. Though this time, he couldn't read them at all because he sensed that every single one evoked a feeling of power.

The reverence and dread.

The holiness of True God.

In the center of the altar, there was a huge rune, bigger than the rest and beneath it, a shallow depression, perhaps meant to hold sacrificial ceremonies or rituals for the True God that this city was worshipping.

It wasn't hard to tell that this place was a very strict theocracy when it was still existing and alive because the altar of the True God was exactly in the middle of the city. Position as the most important structure in the entire place, which was also signaling the stance of the population toward the God they worshipped.

Fanatics.

Zealots.

As he stepped forward, he noticed something... the air around the altar was thicker, charged with an energy that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. It feels as if the space itself is alive, waiting.

Suddenly, he felt the gaze on his back more clearly.

It was observing him from the moment he entered this dammed place.

Ruins, where catastrophe befell this civilization, as the entire subterranean city perished under the passage of time, only the altar of the True God remained unscathed like it was made yesterday.

Someone would consider this entire place as a relic of a forgotten world, preserved not, but certainly remaining and resisting the passage of time as much as it was possible for it. It was a rather grim reminder of destruction and time.

Mortality... something that dreaded the young Valyrian too much.

The silence is deafening here, rather uncomfortable and disturbing if he had to say something about it. It was as if the cavern itself was holding its breath, waiting for the next chapter of its long-forgotten tale to unfold.

The underground space was enormous; Valkorion could see that even despite the colossal emptiness and crumbling ruins, it could probably fit some of the cities of the Earth of the 21st Century with millions of inhabitants relatively easily.

He shook his head as, unbeknownst to him; he was standing in front of the alter, looking at it intensively, with his dagger in his right hand as he cut his left hand and let several drops of his blood fall on the rune in the middle of the altar.

The very moment his blood came into contact with the altar, the entire subterranean world started violently shaking. Stones were falling apart, and many of the buildings that were previously barely holding together were now crumbling like a house of cards.

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The next moment, the entire subterranean world was lit up in bright light, far brighter than anything that Valkorion had seen before, and instantly, he felt some suppression on him that was stronger than anything else that he had experienced before.

He sensed that his blood was boiling, rather strongly at that, and it was forcing him to submit to the being that was manifesting from the light itself.

Whatever Valkorion did, he just realized that he was most probably compelled to drop a few drops of his blood onto the altar, and it seemed that the remnants of the True God had revealed itself.

It was an enormous draconic creature that wore a metallic suit of armor similar to that of the traditional Dragoon armor that he saw Dragonriders of the Freehold to wear, and was more humanoid in appearance.

He has a dragon's tail, and the wings of his armor are made of swords, 15 on each side, himself also brandishing one. The being was several tens of meters in height, but most probably, it was just lowering his height to a manageable size, or else, it wouldn't even fit the subterranean cavern properly.

"Descendant of the Tenebrae... it seems that the Fate has brought us together in this moment for a purpose."

The being spoke as his majestic words reverberated through subterranean cavern; what was more surprising through, even though the being clearly spoke in the Dragonese, Valkorion was able to understand every single word perfectly without any misconception.

He immediately realized that this was most probably due to the boon of the entity in front of him.

Tenebrae, the name, was spoken with reverence within the Valyrian Freehold, an Angel of unimaginable power who was one of the Founders of the Valyrian Freehold. Mighty warrior and sorcerer, even more powerful Beyonder.

'He' was one of the Beoynders who stood in front of the unimaginable horrors of the night that threatened the Valyrian Peninsula and banished them back, Baelar, another Angel and founder of the Freehold.

"Like your Ancestor in youth... so weak, yet filled with great ambition and potential... if only he didn't Fall. But many will fall on the journey, and not many can withstand the passage of time, descendants of the Tenebrae. Indeed... the tests have judged you to be worthy of my Quest."

That being said, with power and authority, that left no room for argument, and Valkorion knew that it was basically decided in his place. Not to mention, he knew that even if it was possible, he couldn't refuse, or else, he would be turned into nothingness by the entity in front of him.

Even though this was most probably just remnants of the Spirit of True God, dealing with any Low Sequence Beyonder was still as easy as breathing for Valkorion. Just one look would be enough to smite him from existence.

"Still... it saddens me that nobody has remembered my Honorable Name and existence, everything forgotten in the annals of history, washed by the rivers of time into the oblivion where only few would dare to enter."

As the being spoke once more, Valkorion listened to it, not daring to speak unless he was spoken to. Right now, preserving his very own life was the best course of action, though he wanted to agree with the being because he had no clue who the True God that fell here was.

Not even a little bit, and he had to admit that he was a rather educated person, as he read through almost all books of the Tenebraenys Manor and its library. All compendiums were written by the Valyrian Scholars or Maesters of the Citadel Order.

Due to the fact, that most Maesters of the Citadel Order were of the Reader Pathway, they were rather apt at scribing down the knowledge and other things like writing down history.

"You may speak, mortal..."

The being looked down at him as it painted at him an enormous golden-black sword that was being held in its right hand.

"No."

That was everything that Valkorion said, and simultaneously, it was also everything that the being in front of him needed to hear.

"I am Bahamuth the Astral Draconian, True God of the Draconian Pathway. True God from the long-forgotten Era and God of All Dragons, the Bladekeeper, God of War, and God of the Swords."

Those were some imposing titles, and the longer he listened to them, thinking over them, he remembered them.

True God of the Dragons in the 1st Epoch, one of the Ancient Gods, Bahamuth the Draconian, one of the most powerful Gods, was said to have perished to the unknown enemy in an unknown time, but his fall was felt by all.

From his shattered Godhood, the Five-Headed Dragon God rose in its place, with representations of Balerion, Meraxes, Vhagar, Syrax and Tessarion. Each of the heads of the Five-Headed Dragon God was said to be a Dragon on its own or whatever.

But that all could be traced to the Draconian.

He was the first one.

The original Dragon God.

Valkorion knew it only due to some mentions in the journals, but the name of the was not spoken in the Valyrian Freehold.

"So the pretenders are still alive? Traitors of the Oath."

The fury of the Astral Draconian was visible even to Valkorion, who carefully observed the remnant of the once mighty Ancient God with part fear and part reverence.

"If you complete my Quest mortal, descendant of the Tenebrae, I shall reward you greatly. I, God of Judgment, the Oaths are sacred. If you give me the Oath of compliance, I will give you the Oath of Acceptance as well. You can call it partnership during my journey to life once more as my revival is imminent."

Valkorion was deeply thinking about it, but knowing that he couldn't really refuse in the face of sure death, he was doing what was required of him. He knew very well that in front of True Gods, everything else was inconsequential.

Even Sequence 1 Angels were insignificant in the might of a True God, especially if they were from the same Pathway as the God itself. In the end, Valkorion agreed to the "proposal"; hopefully, the situation would be better than it seemed.

At least he could get something from it and have some backing in this dammed world.

Valkorion wasn't stupid; he knew that the ancient entity wanted him to start some sort of revival process for him, which would be lengthy as hell, but if he succeeded, then there was nothing more valuable than having True God behind his back.

But if that was the case.

"Then the Five-Headed Dragon God of the Valyria must die."

Valkorion calmly stated as he stood up from his kneeling position.

"Then you shall become my Herald, Valkorion Nerona... Herald of the Astral Draconian."

When the Bahamuth, the Astral Draconian, said that, he felt some sort of connection forming between him and the remnant consciousness of the True God from the ancient past. Not only did he feel the connection being formed, but he also felt a weird power dwelling deep within him.

"Then as the Quest, the first one in this Path, would be to work together with the chosen one of the R'hllor to obtain something for his own devises."

With the decree of the Bahamuth the Draconian, it seemed that his program for the foreseeable future was already decided.

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[Trafford]

When Valkorion heard that the R'hollor, his mind raced for the time being because that was the True Name of the Lord of Light, which was a rather prominent God in the ASOIAF canon, especially after the fall of the Valyrian Freehold, the Faith of Lord of Light was widespread through the entire Essos and reaching even the Asshai and Strygoi.

"R'hollor is one of the Great Wyrms that embarked on the Beyonder Pathway and right now, he is standing at the Sequence 1. Instead of advancing directly to Sequence 0, the cunning bastard has decided to become the King of Angels at first, most probably so it won't attract the attention of the Traitors."

Bahamuth spoke in a deep voice, the entire subterranean world trembling when he said the word "traitor", Valkorion suspected that it must be related to the Five-Headed Dragon God that rose in the prominence after his very own fall.

Ironically, though, the Five-Headed Dragon God was the primary God that was worshipped within the Valyrian Freehold. All of his representations were worshipped as separate avatars.

Balerion, the Main God, the God of Dragons.

Meraxes, God of the War.

Vhagar, God of the Stars.

Syrax, God of the Elements.

Tessarion, Goddess of Judgement.

These were the representations of the Five-Headed Dragon Gods, five heads, each head was one avatar, and each avatar was one Domain. And everything this was held by Bahamuth the Draconian during his peak as the strongest Ancient God and even more.

"My Lord, If I may ask, who are these traitors?"

Valkorion asked carefully as he looked at the towering figure of the Astral; at the same time, he wanted to confirm his suspicion and obtain even more of the mystical knowledge. As they say, knowledge is power, and in the world of Beyonders, knowledge is the supreme power.

"In the long bygone Era where Ancient Gods roamed the world, I had six Great Wyrms under my command. Each one of them was comparable to the King of Angels, and each one of them embarked on the Path of Beyonder, making them Dual-Attributed Extraordinary Creatures."

Extraordinary Creatures could also drink Beyonder Potion and embark on some Pahtway, though for them, it was several times more dangerous than for any other species. For example, the Dragons...

Dragons themselves were Extraordinary Creatures, regardless of their subspecies, and as they matured, they grew in strength, and most ancient of them could become comparable to angels.

At the same time, they could even drink Beyonder Potion and become Beyonder, essentially walking on two paths simultaneously. Even though this would tremendously elevate their power and grant them a chance to ascend to Godhood, it was a hundred times more dangerous for them to be Beyonder than for other intelligent species.

Laws of the Cosmos were fair, and as the price for embarking on the Path of Beyonder as already Extraordinary Creature, the prize they must pray for is a steep one.

"Five of them wanted to become Gods themselves, and thus they fought over the remains of my shattered Godhood. In the end, every one of the five managed to get part of it until they realized that in the state they were in, no one could ascend to Sequence 0, no matter how hard they tried or whatever they did. In the end, one of them, Balerion, the Angel of Dragons, proposed that they should all merge together to ascend as new Draconians. And thus, the Five-Headed Dragon God came into existence."

Valkorion stood there with a shocked expression because this was practically against everything that the Church of the Dragon Gods was spouting about their deity and how the God of their rose to ascendance.

Another tremor ran through the subterranean city, this time from sadness more than anger, but another one ran through Valkorion as well because it seemed that the Five-Headed Dragon God was, in the end, an amalgamation of five different Dragons of Sequence 1 that became Kings of Angels.

Now, it made more sense why they were often worshipped as separate entities, even though in the basic dogmas of the Church of the Dragon Gods, it was always written that the Five-Headed Dragon God was one singular entity.

With just a little twist, each of his heads had a different and separate personality.

Now, it was all making sense.

On the other side, Valkorion was sure that this was something that someone like him, just lowly Sequence 7 Beyonder, shouldn't know. If he had to bet, then even the most prominent Beyonders in the Valyrian Freehold don't know the truth of the Five-Headed Dragon God for whatever reason.

Maybe only some of the Angels are aware of this secret, but for the greater good of the Valyrian Freehold, they would rather keep it to themselves.

"Only R'hllor remained loyal till the end as he was someone who pursued his own Path, not related to the Pathway that I walked on. Till this day, R'hllor is helping me to revive while at the same time cultivating his very own power. And that will be your tasks for the time being..."

Valkorion remained silent on the topic; the only way to uncover more would be either through the future Lord of Light or one of his followers.

"Once you finish the quest, you will receive Boon for your efforts. Now you can go."

As the enormous Dragonoid creature stated, his figure dissipated into thousands of crystalline-like shards that fell all around the subterranean cavern, disappearing as they had never existed in the first place.

'Maybe everything sounded too good... go into here, find a treasure and leave. In the endless clusterfuck of things, I got myself entrapped in the schemes of True Gods and Angels. What a bad luck... though... it could have ended far worse.'

Valkorion thought as he looked at the place where the fallen God was just a few moments ago and pondered over the matters. It was evident to him that he had managed to fall into some kind of rabbit hole, but things were not really that bad.

If he managed to aid 'Him' in reviving, then the benefits he would receive would be unimaginable.

'Also, helping another one achieve Godhood is priceless. 'He' would later become one of the major religious forces in the entire Essos; having 'His' gratitude and friendship would be worth more than all gold in the Westerlands.'

However, he had to admit that this was also something that he wanted.

Obtaining a connection to someone truly powerful would allow him to gather resources and power before the fall of the Valyrian Freehold.

Now that he had thought about it, for the whole time, he hadn't really heard anything about even remotely connected to the Lord of Light or Temple of the Lord of Light in the Valyrian Freehold, which meant that they must have been acting as a Secret Organization.

Even though the Valyrian Freehold had a certain degree of religious freedom, it was only applied to the religions that didn't have conflict with that of the Church of the Dragon Gods.

Considering the relationship between the future Lord of Light and the Five-Headed Dragon God, it was no wonder if the Temple of Lord of Light operated within the shadows in the Valyrian Freehold, as even their mere existence could be dangerous for the Red Priests.

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"And what now... leaving sword to me as a gift would be certainly a nice gesture... a Champion without a weapon. Ts... though it would be more prudent to not say 'Their' name... who knows who is listening..."

Valkorion muttered as he sat down in front of the altar of the Astral and pondered. This was a rather hectic day with very different outcomes from what he had initially anticipated, and most probably, only time would show whether it was a good one or a bad one.

Nobody could tell right now, as it was too soon; perhaps in the future, he could certainly say whether it was a good one or not.

Still, he was rather in a good mood for the time being because he obtained the connection to a being that was previously an Ancient God. If the Ancient Gods in this world were the same as the ones in the Lord of the Mysteries, it could be either a good or bad omen.

Depending on the particular Ancient God or situation.

In the canon of the Lord of the Mysteries, the Ancient Gods didn't advance according to the Pathway System but were born directly for some unknown reason. "Their" characteristics were a mix of Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics from other Pathways, or even more than one.

"They" are known for "Their" madness, cruelty, violence, and bloodlust because, in most cases, "Their" characteristics are from non-neighboring Pathways.

There's a significant difference between Ancient Gods and subsequent True Gods, but this doesn't mean that "They" are weak. "They" might even be stronger, or rather, it was a general consensus that the Anciet Gods were stronger than the True Gods of the current era.

Not to mention, during the time of the Ancient Gods, 'They' meddled in mortal affairs much more compared to the True Gods of the current era, who were mostly only observing how things were developing and acted when it was only necessary.

Still, it was clear that the Astral was obviously Ancient God, not only from the time 'He' was but also from how he presented 'Himself,' not to mention his Domains rather varied and were not most probably from the same Pathway group.

As Valkorion was pondering over there, suddenly, the entire place started shaking, and under his shocked eyes, a rock started growing from the ground. It was like melted stone was bulging upward and soon enough cooled down.

From the top of the molten stone, there was a sword pommel reaching out; it strongly reminded Valkrion of the scene from stories when King Arthur drew out the Excalibur from the stone, as the King was promised.

Valkorion looked at the sword pommel rather warily for a moment before he stepped forward and put his right hand on the sword pommel and grabbed the handle of the sword as in that moment, he felt himself freeze in place.

It was a very weird feeling, though rather familiar in fact, because it was exactly the same feeling that he experienced when he was meeting with the Astral, as 'His' mere presence was enough to put him in place and essentially render him useless as long as 'He' wished.

It was evident that this weapon was very powerful. Sealed Artifact from the bygone era that somehow appeared in front of him not long after he complained about the lack of proper weapons, so it was rather suspicious for Valkorion.

'Valkorion.'

'Valkorion.'

'Valkorion.'

He heard someone whispering his name; it was a female voice, but at the same time, it was rather inhuman, as if it was being spoken by some powerful being who was whispering his name to his ear.

'With the future unknown.'

The more he heard the unknown female voice whispering, the weaker he felt, and at the same time, he also felt like some tremors were running through his body. Like some kind of vibrations were going through his body, and everything around him started spinning at a very, very fast speed.

'The Immortal... one of the Noxii... one of the Valyrian... both... the one that will bring the new Ere... still... are you really worthy of it, Valkorion?'

Suddenly, he felt a ghostly presence around him, as he felt some kind of pain through his back like he was being stabbed by something, yet there were no wounds or anything; he was basically exceptionally healthy.

Aside from the pain that was getting stronger, he didn't feel anything, but the feeling was freezing cold; everything was going numb, and his eyes were slowly closing as he almost wanted to let go of the sword because he had a very strong feeling that death was near.

In the last moments, as he wanted to let go of the sword, his eyes suddenly opened wide, with his right hand gripping the weapon as much as possible as he attempted to draw it from the stone with all of his power.

'Yes, determined indeed... worthy of the challenge and your lineage if also sufficient to wield the weapon... Very well, young human mortal, the sword is yours... until the day we meet again and either the sword returns to the Unseelie Court, in the name of Queen Mab.'

Suddenly, the female voice disappeared into nothingness, probably as fast as it came into existence, and Valkorion managed to draw out the sword from the stone, not realizing the fact that both of his hands were severely bleeding from the power that he was using to pull out the sword.

Some of the drops of blood also fell onto the blade of the weapon, as they were absorbed by the metal like they never were there in the first place. For the time being, Valkorion sighed loudly, either from the satisfaction that he managed to pull out the sword or from sheer relief that it was all over.

The phantom pain was still all over his body, even though the weird presence of the woman's voice was already long gone. He observed the sword, which had some kind of runes engraved upon the entire blade, with intricate design and a big runic cross close to the handle of the sword.

'Excalibur... Sword of the Promised Victory.'

Excalibur, the Sword of the Promised Victory in the Earth's legends and myths, is the strongest and most majestic holy sword and symbolizes King Arthur. It was often associated with his ideas and was often a symbol of his heroism.

Not to mention, it was also called the most powerful sword in myths and legends.

As he was holding the Excalibur, it was clear that the sword was a Sealed Artifact, not that he would be able to use its power because that was nigh impossible with his meager strength and power as a Low Sequence Beyonder.

At least, he had right now a weapon that should be able to easily content with the Valyrian Steel and other metals, perhaps contenting even with many other Sealed Artifacts when he encountered such an enemy.

That was certainly a positive.

This was also a weapon that would be able to accompany for a very long time.

Another positive thing.

He knew that this was most probably either a gift or some kind of investment from the Astral, or else, he wouldn't be qualified to wield such a weapon. Something deep inside his mind was telling him that if this was a similarly powerful weapon like in the Earth's myths and legends, then it would certainly be a very powerful Sealed Artifact.

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Damn. This got interesting, does this mean our MC is gonna change pathways??

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No, he will continue on this one, as this was the one that I specifically created for him

 

[Trafford]

As he held the sword, suddenly another tremor ran through the subterranean space, as Valkorion's senses warned him that something was coming and that something that was coming wasn't peaceful by any means, and it would be prudent to meet it in the single combat.

In a few moments, he sensed registered several presences all around him, as they were crawling the walls in an attempt to reach his position. He didn't know what was going for him, but he held the sword close and was ready for the combat.

Unforrutly, Valkorion wasn't powerful enough to use the Sealed Artifact as anything else, aside from its nature as a sword. So, he has no fancy abilities right now, but even as just a sword, the value of the weapon was peerless.

He could see that it was superior to the Valyrian Steel by a great degree, and it was extremely sharp, never losing its edge. The cutting power of the Excalibur is no joke; that one was sure.

In a few moments, he saw the first monster that appeared from the shadows of the subterranean cavern.

To his surprise, it was an Ettercap.

Ettercaps were a race of bestial, spider-like aberrations and rather common Monsters that lived in the cavern and subterranean spaces of the known world. They were primitive and had a strong affinity with spiders.

An adult Ettercap stood 1.8 meters tall and weighed something around 91 kilograms to 100 kilograms. Ettercaps resembled hunched, grey-purplish humanoids with distended white underbellies, spider-like faces with fangs and eyes and such, and two sharp, black, chitinous claws instead of hands and feet.

Valkorion counted around twenty of them exiting the shadows of the cave. He knew that neither of them was Extraordinary Creature, but their physical strength was still on the level of a very well-trained soldiers.

He immediately steeled himself and rushed to the closest of the Ettercaps, and with a swift sword stroke, he severed the head of the current. As soon as the Ettercap was decapitated, he headed for the next one, using the more aggressive forms of the Juyo Sword Style, and with one hack, he pierced through the neck of another other.

Fortunately for him, they were not particularly intelligent. They were cowardly and vicious, preferring to set traps to ensnare their enemies. Ettercaps tended to be solitary creatures, and their only purpose was to eat and to breed.

They were no warriors in any place, and in a direct confrontation, they were rather weak, as they preferred their traps, ambushing their enemies or just overwhelming them with sheer numbers to do their job.

Unfortunately for the aberrations, this time, they met their match, as Valkorion was killing one after another. They were rather clumsy, and most of them didn't even know how to fight, so it was a total bloodbath as all twenty of them were soon enough massacred without much resistance as he stabbed the Excalibur into the last one that attempted to escape.

'Still, the sword has some sort of passive light effect on the creatures... when it comes into contact with their flesh, it leaves there some sort of burn marks.'

Valkorion thought as he drew out the sword from the corpse of the last Ettercap, swinging it to get rid of the remaining blood on the blade.

'Even more of these Abberations... still... the progress of digestion is getting faster, and my own comprehension of the sword is also increasing... is this perhaps some sort of test from "Him" or what?'

Valkorion thought as he got once again into the battle stance, preparing to meet another wave of the Ettercap Abberations head-on, as he put his left leg behind his right leg and put his sword into striking position so he could rush at the nearest enemy.

Aberrations...

These creatures did not fit into the natural world. Though some believed aberrations originated from the Far Realm, this was not true for all aberrations. One of the most famous Aberrations, the Driders, for example, were unnatural crosses between Drow and Spiders.

Aberrations were not natural beings in most cases; in most cases, they were just punishment from the Gods, angels, or experiments of the powerful Beyonders that were released on the world, procreated, and created another species or whatever.

In the end, it didn't matter as most of them were as dangerous as hell and were hostile to everything else aside from themselves. In some cases, even that wasn't true...

Knowing that the Excalibur had some sort of passive light-insured ability that was especially effective and lethal against all dark-attributed monsters filled Valkorion with a new sort of confidence as he appeared among the group of ten Ettercaps and stabbed one of them through his heart.

Not even a second later, he swirled in the air, kicking one of the Ettracps into their fleshy stomach, causing the monster to be sent flying a few meters, as it fell down to the depths of the underground cavern.

He immediately turned around, slashing toward one of the aberrations that was hacking at him with its claws. He severed its hand, and not even a moment later, he stabbed the sword right into the creature's mouth, killing it instantly.

Valkorion was cutting, slashing, and hacking until he was entirely covered in the blood of the Ettercaps from toe to tip, doing two of the spider aberrations that lunged at him with newfound ferocity when they saw the carnage.

He dodged almost effortlessly, flipping in the air as he landed behind the Ettercpas and stabbed the Excalibur to the back of one of the creatures. At the same time, one of them turned around and attempted to bite him in the neck, as he turned down and delivered a punch to its spider-like jaws, hearing an audible "cracking" sound.

The struck Ettercap was disoriented for a time, allowing Valkorion to pull out the sword from the deceased creature, and with one precise slash, he slit the throat of the poor Ettercap that didn't know what was happening after Vakorion broke its jaws.

Seeing that he was alone on the place for the time being, Valkorion started breathing heavily, as he was rather tired. Around him the corpses of the Ettercaps that he killed started piling up a little bit.

If he were to count them, there would be around thirty to forty of them, all of the spider aberrations being killed in very quick succession, one after another. As he was enjoying the short, brief pause, his senses once again heard a screeching sound and clapping sound as if someone was crawling on the wall.

Though, this time, it was not Ettercaps but something far more disgusting in his eyes.

'Chwidencha... Sequence 7 Extraordinary Creature...'

A Chwidencha seemingly consisted of nothing but a writhing mass of long, hairy, flexible spider legs. Each leg ended in a barbed spike and had one side covered in thorn-like hairs that allowed the limb to easily tear through the flesh and bone of any unfortunate victim.

The creature did have a central body hidden under the dozens of legs that radiated from it, but this was normally only seen after the Chwidencha's demise.

Valkorion was rather educated in the Beastiary of the Valyrian Freehold, so he had an easy time in the identification of his enemies. Seeing something as Chwidencha made him a not-really happy camper.

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Chwidenchas was one of the most dangerous spider aberrations that one could encounter deep underground. I was also known as Spider Leg Horror by the surface dwellers, and it was an extremely dangerous and aggressive creature.

Chwidenchas were able to climb up walls as well as any spider, but were also proficient burrowers that were able to move as quickly under the ground as they could on its surface. A common tactic for chwidenchas was to hide beneath a layer of earth while using its tremor sense to notify it of any approaching prey.

This allowed them to sense the movements of their target extremely precisely, and some more powerful of them could even predict the next moves based on the steps of their prey, which was a rather dangerous ability.

Upon detecting a suitable target, the Chwidencha would burrow under or behind their prey, then suddenly emerge to strangle, constrict, or impale with its dozens of spiked legs.

Chwidenchas were also known to simply charge at their prey in a flurry of legs and claws in an attempt to crush them with their many limbs. After killing its prey, the Chwidencha would usually drag the body off to somewhere it could safely devour its victim, as it took it several hours to do so.

It was clear that the spider aberration was waiting to ambush Valkorion as it chose him to be his target. Not to mention, far in the distance, Valkorion noticed that the Chwidencha was surrounded by several Ettercapts who were listening to the monster.

It wasn't that surprising, because Ettercpas were cowards at heart most of the time and were easily subjugated by more powerful spider-like creatures, like in this case, as the chwidencha in front of his was already Sequence 7 Extraordinary Creature.

After Valkorion was attempting to remember everything that he could about these wretched abominations, because they were rather common in the deep mines and underground caverns of the Valyrian Freehold.

Subterranean spaces like this one typically swarm with spider-like creatures, but for them, this was rather a safe haven. However, this safe haven was often disturbed by the miners of the Freehold and thus quite commonly led to deaths.

'Encountering a chwidencha could be terrifying indeed owing to their fearful presence and their ability to regenerate lost legs within a day, which could be lopped off with no damage done to the beast itself. However, they were very sensitive to sound, which left them particularly vulnerable to sonic attacks; loud, high-pitched noises would cause a chwidencha to attempt to flee...'

Suddenly, he remembered one book that talked about the weaknesses of the various spider-like beasts, monsters, and Extraordinary Creatures, and there were also some weaknesses about the chwidencha.

Making noise...

That was it.

He looked around, thinking about the method of making as much noise as possible, which would most probably at least shock the chwidencha. He knew, as this was already Sequence 7 Extraordinary Creature, it wouldn't escape from the battle upon experiencing sonic waves, but it should still be enough to incapacitate it for a while.

He could then use the opportunity to slay the beast when it would be in a state of shock, but how?

Unfortunately, it seemed that the spider aberration decided not to give him any more time, as it appeared in front of him with a flash of speed and stabbed him with several of its legs. The legs of the chwidencha were exceptionally sharp and strong enough to be capable of slicing through solid rock and stone with ease.

And this was already Sequence 7 Extraordinary Creautre, so its power was even greater, which forced Valkorion to promptly dodge to the left, only to be met with a huge Ettercap that was lunging at him at great speed.

He immediately raised his sword and hacked forward, stabbing the Ettercap into his stomach as he dodged another strike from the chwidencha. The creature, despite its huge size, was rather agile and fast, mostly due to it already being Sequence 7.

If not, he seriously doubted that it would be this fast, but it was, fortunately enough, still slower than him by a good degree. Valkrioon focused on utilizing his superior speed and agility against the chwidencha that was several times of his size, and it was working rather well...

'The first thing is to clean the battlefield... the Ettercaps are the problem right now.'

He chose to strategically target the Ettercaps as the first ones to go because they were obstacles on the battlefield; if he were to effectively fight against Sequence 7 Chwidencha, they would be only making things worse.

They would be hindering his movements as he started attacking the Ettercaps, which was rather easy because even though the Ettercaps were under the command of the Chwidencha, the sider-like aberration couldn't really effectively command them.

Valkorion was thus running all around the space, dodging the clumsy Ettercaps that were attempting to attack him, occasionally also avoiding the strikes from the chwidencha, as he grabbed the nearest Ettercap and threw Ettercap into the trajectory of the chwidencha's leg that cleaved entire Ettercap in half.

Blood splattered all around the place, as everything was covered with the purple blood of the Ettercap. Valkorion grinned, seeing this, as he managed to get rid of another Ettercap as the number was getting lower and lower, after he decapitated the head of the last of them.

In fact, Ettercaps were not really something that was feared among the common populace because they were rather weak monsters. Normally, even Bugbears or sometimes even Goblins were more dangerous than Ettercaps.

The real danger of the Ettercaps lay in their capability of ambushing the people from their hidden spots; when that was taken from them, their danger level was lowered tremendously to almost nothing.

That was also the main reason why Valkroion managed to dispose of them without much effort on his part.

Once the ettercaps were disposed of, he looked at the chwidencha that was getting enraged when it realized that all of its minions were dead and stretched in anger as it lunged forward at Valkorion.

He immediately raised Excalibuer and blocked the legspears of the chwidencha that slashed at him in one swift move.

Valkorion then flipped backward, and the moment he landed, he started running away from the chwidencha in irregular patterns, making it harder for the chwidencha to pursue him, as his free left hand roamed into the backpack and searched for something.

Not long afterward, he took out another one of the supercharged crystals that was used to make light in the darkness. He immediately threw the crystal in the air, closed his eyes and used his sword to slash through the crystal while it was still in the air.

In a split second, a small soundwave was heard through the entire cave when the crystal was destroyed, and it really paid off because even the Sequence 7 Chwidencha stopped in its tracks as it was frozen in place for several seconds.

'It seems that it worked rather well... even though the numbness from the mini-explosion is anything but pleasant...'

Valkorion muttered as he stretched his body a bit because the soundwave that was created from destroying the crystal was rather unpleasant to him as well, but not that much compared to the state of chwidencha.

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Valkorion immediately appeared in front of the spider aberration and started slashing with his sword like his life depended on it. Even though the regenerative capabilities of the Chwidenchas were fearsome, due to the passive light properties of the Sword of the Promised Victory, they were not working.

Chwidenchas were spawns of darkness and evil; they were in contradiction to everything that Excalibur represented, the Light and Hope, the concept of Good if it could be called like that, and the very same light was right now destroying the spider aberration from within.

Even in the most rudimentary state, the Sealed Artifact was, it was proving itself to be most effective against the dark-attributed monsters as the light effects that the Excalibur had were deadly to them.

As Valkorion was hacking and stabbing with his sword, the chwidencha was slowly but steadily on the last legs, this time it was rather literal because he managed to sever most of the creature's legs.

It could barely stand anymore and was already dying; the only thing that it needed was the last finishing blow, which Valkorion steadily delivered as the life left the Sequence 7 Chwidencha as Valkorion sighed in relief that he managed to slay this foe.

This was another Seuqnce 7 Monster that he killed in the span of a few days, though he had to admit that it was rather easier to kill compared to the Sequence 7 Mutated Bugbear from before, even though he was fighting the Seuqnce 7 Chwidencha in its home territory.

Maybe the creature was rather overconfident in its success and spent more time playing with him than fighting, as it wanted to play it is prey. It was rather common knowledge that many of the monsters from the Underdark, meaning those who dwelled in the darkness, were rather sadistic and loved to torture and play with their targets.

It wasn't anything new, so Valkorion wasn't that surprised seeing the tendencies of the Sequence 7 Chwidencha. After several moments, he used his newly obtained weapon, which had already become his most beloved possession, as he dug out the Extraordinary Core of the Sequence 7 Chwidencha.

Another Sequence 7 Extraordinary Core that is worth around 700 Gold Dragon Coins was put away in his backpack as he finished dissecting killed Chwidencha. Unfortunately for him, his joy was rather short-lived when he heard the already familiar sound of spider legs climbing the walls and other objects.

When he looked around, he realized that the entire place was crawling with hundreds of spiders, each one as big as an adult horse as his blood ran cold, because they were practically everywhere.

They were crawling from the depths of the ruins up to the outcrop where the Altar to the Astral was located. Not to mention, they were also blockading his way out, so he could rely on exit.

Fortunately for him, the one good thing was that there were not any Extraordinary Monsters among them, just ordinary monsters that didn't even reach Sequence 7. Still, their number was rather troublesome, and he would soon enough tire out if he were to fight them all, so his only bet was to escape.

To do that, he would need to tear through the entrance that was now swarming with Giant Spiders.

Giant Spiders, they were also known as monstrous spiders, were quite simply enormous versions of regular spiders. Existing in various types, there was no way to singularly describe their appearance, with various types ranging in size from that of a dog to a house.

Giant versions of almost every spider existed in the world, ranging from tarantulas to black widows, spitters, spinners, and all manner of others. Their appearances, habits, and environments all varied greatly. The largest population of the Giant Spiders in the know known world was in the jungles of Sothoryos and Ulthos, followed by North Westeros and certain areas of Essos.

Some species were even known to employ Giant Spiders as their mount, the most notable being Goblins and Hobgoblins that created Giant Spider Cavalry, a rather fearsome cavalry unit in the Essos or any other place where the Goblinoids were living.

Fortunately enough, this was happening only in the larger settlements of Goblins. Otherwise, the Giant Spider Cavalry was rather rare.

The first spiders already arrived and attacked him even more aggressively than the Chwidencha from before. When he observed the Giant Spider that attacked him with its blade-like legs, he realized that it was a Sword Spider.

It was a peculiar variety of the Subterranean Giant Spider that was classified as Giant Spider because the adults were, on average of the size of two or three horses put together, and their most characteristic feature which was their sword-like legs.

When he looked at the ones that attacked him, they ranged in length around 6 meters in diameter and were high around 4 meters. All of them had sleek but hairy black bodies with dark-brown-striped fur, and their legs had chitinous plates with sharp ridges that resembled blades.

In short, they were rather disgusting that, he had to admit.

Valkorion didn't liked spiders at all...

When he was young, he feared them greatly, though that was in his past life; nowadays, he maximally flinched when he saw them, but the tendency of wanting them to be burned was still present and still ran strong.

Not giving the Sword Spiders any opportunity, he swung his sword, severing its legs in one movement, as one of the Sword Spiders that had its legs severed fell on the other one, which created a chain reaction for the time being.

He immediately utilized the chaos as he stabbed one of the Sword Spiders through his skull, effectively killing the monster; he then quickly disposed of the remaining three in the same fashion before they could stand up.

As he was preparing to run to the entrance that was cleared for the time being, he realized that he was stuck in place, as from a distance, several of the hairy Giant Spiders shot their webs on his legs, entrapping him in one place.

Turning around, he tried to move his legs, but unfortunately, they were bound rather strongly in the place as the web of the spiders was thick as hell, and it was also very powerful.

Valkorion knew that he needed more time to break through it, so he started moving his legs as much as it was possible when the webbing started getting looser.

Unfortunately for him, before he could free himself, he was pushed down by one of the Sword Spiders; as the giant thing attempted to bite his head off as he fell on the ground, but sadly for the spider, he turned around and stabbed his sword into the spider's underbelly.

The Sword Spider shrieked in pain, as Valkorion then used Excalibur to slash through the webbing around his legs and stood up, as he was soon enough surrounded by several tens of Sword Spiders and other species of Giant Spiders.

And more and more of the Giant Spiders were arriving, and Valkorion also sensed a good number of Ettercaps, because their huge figures couldn't be mistaken by him for anything else.

For the time being, he really started thinking that he may die here...

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[Emperatriz]

Chapter 1 - "A young man stated as he swung his sword and severed the head of one of the ugly creatures that was crawling on the ground. The man was young-looking, with silver hair and bright purple eyes, wearing leather armor and armed with nothing more than a sword."

In terms of appearance, Valkorion was rather standing out among the other Valyrians because of his ashen-white hair compared to the silver, golden, or platinum of the pure-blooded Valyrians.

But most importantly, he had molten golden-colored eyes, which were rather unusual among the Valyrians because all of the pure-blooded Valyrians had purple-colored eyes.

Click to shrink...

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Story is fun and interesting but that glaring hole hurts my senses.

 

[Trafford]

Suddenly, as he was already beginning to think that he may become food for the spiders after obtaining so much and finally having a good start in this new life, though it would be more prudent to say that this life was far better than his old one as well...

Even though he had to admit that he missed some luxuries of his old life and the relative peace and comfort of the Earth's 21st century, he had to admit that this was finally the time when he was really feeling alive and that everything had some reason.

Out of nowhere, everything just froze in place.

Valkorion could see that the Giant Spiders were panicking as well as the Ettercaps that were mixed within the lines of tens or hundreds of Giant Spiders all around the area, and if he had to guess, then down there should be a few thousand of them.

It wouldn't be surprising if the Giant Spiders had some huge nests in this place or the ruins of the city down there, below the altar, because it was a perfect spot for the subterranean species of the Giant Spiders.

Valkorion observed that the hundreds or thousands of eyes of the Giant Spiders were wandering here and there, and many of them seemed like they were struggling to move, but they could move an inch.

Not even one millimeter like they were frozen in the space itself.

The silence was rather uncomfortable because he was rather okey and could move.

Just as another few sconces have passed, he only saw fire appear in the middle of the air above the ruins of the ruined city and a voice coming from the fiery figure.

"Burn the ashes."

The voice was full of authority and fiery like the hottest flame as under Valkorion's shocked sight, every single one of the spider monsters started combusting out of nowhere and burning down.

Screeching and vailing of despair resounded through the entire cavern in thousands as countless of the spider monsters were burned down until not even their ashes remained, as they were too burned down by the flames of the fiery figure before him.

The previously dark and gloomy subterranean was turned into a place where fire danced in the air, and everything was burning, yet to Valkorion's surprise, he could breathe as fine as before, and he didn't have many problems even with thoughts of spider monsters being burned.

And yet the wave of flames didn't stop there, as it continued to the depths of the ruins of the city, illuminating everything in the subterranean cavern and also burning everything in its path, leaving only the stone alone as the being most probably controlled the power and intensity of its flames.

Everything that was in these wretched ruins was purged under the waves of the fire, though, when the flames of the fire waves touched Valkorion, they instead recovered his stamina and healed him to a perfect state.

When he was nursed to full health, he stood up and looked around him; he noticed that almost nothing remained from the several hundreds or thousands of Spider Monsters that were converting around his location.

After he looked at the location where the fiery being was floating in the air, observing everything with a certain degree of indifference, before his sight in the end turned on him

Valkorion knew that this should be the future Lord of Light that Astral talked about, even though he didn't know why Sequence 1 Angel was here, but it was most possible that it was related to the mission that Astral entrusted to him.

Valkorion looked at the being in front of him verily as he was aware that the Angel was scrutinizing... not only Angel but also Great Wyrm...

Some Great Wyrms were far more dangerous than any Angel could be; for certain, the Great Wyrms were calamities of nature able to overrun the continents if they wished. Unfortunately, nowadays, they have become nothing more than just legends, mostly forgotten by the modern world, with only a few ancient Angels remembering their terror.

According to the legends of the Valyrian Freehold, some of the Great Wyrm resisted within the Freehold and helped the fledging Valyrian Freehold to establish itself as supreme power within the Essos.

"Champion of the Lord Bahamuth... you indeed look like Tenebrae in his youth, aside from the Noxii traits in your eyes..."

The fiery figure came closer as it then stated calmly while looking at him, as Valkorion frowned a little because he knew that he wasn't a pure-blooded Valyrian. That much was clear as he lacked one of the characteristic traits of their race, which were their purple-violet eyes.

Violet eyes of conqueror.

'Noxii, what is that? I swear that I already heard it somewhere...'

Decided to not dwell on the issue any longer.

"You did rather well against these wretched creatures of the Underdark for someone so weak... unfortunately, your pathway is rather subpar at the Lowest Sequence, but still... your combat instincts are good."

Valkorion listened to 'Him' as the arrogance of the Great Wyrm couldn't be hidden at all... most of the Great Wyrms indeed saw themselves above the Beyonder of the other intelligent species, especially the Great Wyrms that became Beyonder themselves.

It was indeed true that his Pathway was rather inferior in Sequence 7, even compared to the other Pathways, because everything that it provided was the Physical Enhancement and Combat Mastery in two disciples of combat.

For many, this would be considered as weak, but for Valkorion; this was considered as perfect because as his talent in the aspect of combat was very high from the start, and he was rather a prodigy in swordsmanship and martial arts even before he drank the Potion, after the enhancement he was sure that his talent was on the level of Legends.

Though it was expected from ancient Great Wyrm and Angel to be able to tell his Pathway after a short observation, He was rather sure that the being in front of him had lived at least for several thousand years, if the indicator of what happened to the Astral, then just like Astral, even 'He' was from the 1st Epoch or so...

"As Lord Bahamuth has stated, your quest would be to aid me, so I came here personally to judge if you were worthy... but it seems that the sword has done its job."

Valkorion shifted in place rather nervously when he realized how 'He' was looking at the sword that he was holding in his right hand.

It seems that Excalibur, the Sword of Promised Victory, was even tempting for the being in front of him to a certain degree.

"Nevertheless, you shall depart to the depths of the Orange Shore together with my Apostle and retrieve an item of utmost importance."

'He' didn't say anything else and just vanished into a burst of flames like he was never here in the first place, as Valkorion a little bit marveled at the eccentricities of the most powerful entities in the world.

But if you were so powerful you could flatten continent to ground, then perhaps you could be eccentric as much as you want.

Or at least something like that went through his head.

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When 'He' disappeared after turning who knows how many spider monsters to ashes or, rather, burned them so much that not even ash remained from them, Valkorion could finally leave this wretched place because it was already giving him creeps.

After the ambush on his person by the spider aberration and monsters, he was pretty certain it was the work of his second new employer, if he could call it like that, as he wanted to avoid even thinking about their name or title.

It could be dangerous...

He was sure that 'He' did it as another way to test him and that he would be capable enough to obtain the time for him. In the end, as he found out previously, 'He' was preparing to advance to the King of Angels before even attempting to advance to Godhood.

Even the promotion to King of Angels could be very dangerous, but Valkorion was sure that these ancient entities that had been living since the 1st Epoch were far more cunning than anyone else who would want to attack them or sabotage them during the Promotional Ritual.

Still, when the doors opened from the outside, he immediately rushed to the entrance which he used to enter this subterranean place and exited the place with great haste, partially glad to be out of the palace.

The spiders were giving him the creeps, and as someone who didn't really like to be even in the remote presence of spiders, he immediately used the first opportunity to leave. However, he made a mental note to return when he reached Mid Sequences to search for treasures.

He was only in the part of the city where he was allowed to enter, and it was something that he termed as a religious part because there wasn't a better place. In the end, it was just some part of the rock outstretched above the ruins of the city and the altar of the Astral.

Nothing more and nothing less.

The moment he appeared on the same plateau that was described in the journals of the Daerius Tenebraenys, it was already a sunny day, which was weird because, during the time he was entering, it was afternoon...

Meaning that he was there for an unknown time.

'Perhaps distortion of sensed and perception of time?'

Valkorion thought as he breathed the fresh air of the Painted Mountains and sighed in relief that he had made it out of the place alive.

Meeting with the entity that was once True God and was trying to resurrect itself and right after that, meeting with ancient Angel from the 1st Epoch that was about the reach King of Angels and soon enough ascend to the True God in the future, was something that was almost unbelievable.

It was most possible that in the place where he was, time was flowing differently or just that his own perception of time was getting skewered in that place; that was something that he would most probably not know for the time being.

"I should get going; back to the Cartharys would take at least a few days by foot."

Even though his walking speed was much faster than that of an ordinary person, mostly because of his stamina and endurance as Beyodner, and while he could cross big distances per day, it would still take him around two days to reach back home from his current location.

Hopefully, there won't be as many problems as they were with his journey here to this point when he was fighting Bugbears and almost died when fighting the Sequence 7 Mutated Bugbear...

Now that he remembered the fight, he was a bit sour, but at the same time, he also felt unnatural excitement because this would fetch him rather a good number of coins when he returned back home.

The first thing he would do would be visit Albus to sell the thing. Valkorion was rather paranoid about keeping something this precious with him all the time. Theoretically, even though the thing had a value of several thousand Golden Dragon Coins, it may be even more valuable than that.

It all depended on the person.

Internally, he was already giggling like a little girl at the prospect of money because he was sure that the armband made from the Imperial Gold would fetch him around four thousand Gold Dragon Coins, then the Extraordinary Core of the Sequence 7 Mutated Bugbear would be fore sure above seven or eight thousand Gold Dragon Coins and other things...

Obtaining around fifteen thousand wasn't out of his reach.

However, all of that would soon be reinvested in himself, slaves, and equipment, as he needed to start his plan for building his power base as soon as possible. Unfortunately for him, just now, he managed to gather some sizeable wealth to start his long-term plan.

Fortunately, he already had everything in his head; the sole thing that was needed was money to buy a few slaves with Slave Crests and Beyonder Potions for them, and they could start the plan.

This was the situation where the Valyrian Freehold was the greatest slaver civilization in the known world, so he was sure to find good slaves for his uses.

***

Cartharys, Valyrian Freehold, two days later

Arriving at the Cartharys was something that was filling Valkorion was anticipation, because he finally arrived back home after two days or so of constant travelling with minimal rest. He was rather in a hurry and would have arrived a bit faster if not for the minor inconvenience of bandits attempting to rob him.

Though the bandits were not really powerful or even skilled, and soon enough, they were turned into corpses, and he was richer by a few tens of Gold Dragon Coins, which was always something welcomed.

This was rather a common occurrence within the Painted Mountains; Valkorion was getting ambushed by the bandits at least once per month, even though it would always end in the death of the unfortunate bandits that were ambushing them.

When he entered the Cartharys, the first stop in his journey was the shop of the Clan Ferros as he needed to dispose of the things obtained from his trip to the Painted Mountains. When he was going through the streets of the Cartharys, he noticed that there were more people than usual.

He didn't really dwell on the situation any further as he continued to the merchant district of the Cartharys and directly headed towards the store of the Clan Ferros. When he arrived in front of the shop of the Clan Ferros, he was surprised to see that the store was apparently closed at the time.

Usually, Valkorion would just walk back home, but he went around the building a bit and soon enough arrived at the narrow alley. With his right hand, he went through the bricks until he stopped at one particular brick and tapped on it seven times.

Soon enough, all the other bricks started moving, and the entrance revealed itself to him.

Because he was friends with Albus Ferros for several years, he was aware of the secret entrances to the stores of the Clan Ferros.

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When Valkorion entered through the secret entrance to the shop, the secret entrance soon enough closed itself. Apparently, this kind of mechanism was installed in most, if not all, stores of the Clan Ferros.

In case some idiots attempt to break into the store and rob them, the employees could escape safely with the most precious objects and money from the store. Only the manager of each Branch was aware of the secret entrance and how to activate it, so Valkorion was sure that Albus shouldn't be saying this to anyone.

Still, it was rather handy because he needed to dispose of the things that he had in his backpack as soon as possible. The Extraordinary Cores were weighing heavily on him in his backpack, and he needed to have some money.

Also, exactly like the armband from the Imperial Gold that Valkorion entrusted to Albus Ferros to auction in the name of the Clan Ferros in the Valyria Capital, these Extraordinary Cores from the Sequence 7 Chwidencha and Sequence 7 Mutated Bugbear would take some time to sell.

Especially the Extraordinary Core of the Sequence 7 Mutated Bugbear. It would be best to auction it to maximize the worth of the object, and that would take some time. He was sure that there would be many people who would pay extraordinary prices for it within Valyria Capital.

If not in the Capital of the Freehold, then Volantis was also a good choice as it was close to the Cartharys. Clan Ferros was one of the few families within the Valyrian Freehold that had their branches across the entire Western Essos and even some in the Golden Empire of Yi Ti.

They also had some close to the Westeros, but the trade with the Westeros was relatively limited for several reasons, mainly due to the interference of the local Churches because the Church of the Seven and Parthenon were inspecting everything that was going to the Westeros from Essos.

The main reason was to prevent someone smuggling Extraordinary Cores, Beyonder Potions, Ingredients, Sealed Artifacts, or Beyodner Characteristics to the Westeros and to prevent the general population from learning about the wider world and the nobility of the Westeros from becoming Beyonders.

As he went to the shop, he noticed that the lower floor was empty, but he could hear voices coming from the second floor of the shop. Thus, he went to the staircase and to the second floor of the shop, which was usually reserved exclusively for Albus as it was his home, one could say.

The manager of the Branch lived on the second floor, and on the second floor, there was a storage room for more items that were being sold in the shop. It was rather evident, judging by the number of crates, locked chests, and storage rooms that filled the entirety of the second floor as he walked the narrow corridor.

When he reached the end of the corridor, he opened a huge wooden door that led to the living room. Valkorion was already familiar with the place, as he was here several times...

The living room of the shop was not like one would expect, because it was a lavish and opulent space, designed to impress and envelop its guests in comfort. The entire grand chamber was dominated by high, vaulted ceilings supported by thick wooden beams, each intricately carved with Mythical Creatures and various symbols.

The walls were paneled in dark, polished oak, with sections adorned by rich, brocade tapestries in deep jewel tones—emerald greens, royal purples, and crimson reds—depicting scenes of legendary hunts, royal courts, and fantastical beasts.

At the center of the room sits an expansive, low table of dark mahogany, its surface inlaid with gold filigree and precious stones, serving as the heart of the gathering space. Around the table are deep, plush armchairs and settees upholstered in velvet and leather, their frames carved with swirling patterns of dragons and vines.

The cushions were overstuffed, inviting one to sink in, with furs and silk throws draped casually for added luxury. A massive fireplace dominated one wall, its hearth large enough to stand in.

Above the mantel, a grand oil painting of a noble ancestor or a mystical landscape adds to the regal atmosphere. The fire roared beneath a heavy iron grate, casting a warm, flickering light that plays off the crystal goblets and silver trays arranged on a nearby sideboard.

The floor was laid with thick, ornate rugs woven in complex, ancient patterns, muffling footsteps and adding warmth to the stone beneath.

Tall, narrow windows draped with heavy, embroidered curtains allow slivers of light to filter in during the day, while wrought-iron chandeliers and sconces, holding dozens of candles, provide ample lighting at night, casting a golden glow across the room.

Flanking the fireplace are towering bookshelves filled with ancient-looking books, alongside delicate vases, precious curios, and small sculptures of Mythical Beasts.

Basically, everything around the room screamed money and riches, a testament to the prosperity of the Clan Ferros and how rich they actually were.

One one of the armchairs was obviously Albus Ferros, whom Valkorion recognized the moment he entered the room, but on the other one of the armchairs, there was an unfamiliar figure sitting.

Woman, a very elegant-looking woman with beautiful features. She was rather tall, with pale skin, a toned physique, high cheekbones, thick lips, and short platinum hair. She also had piercing electric blue eyes that seemed like they could pierce through someone's very own soul.

She wore a rather simple dark blue outfit that was more utilitarian and practical in its design, more above everything else. Yet despite the utilitarian design that could be confused with the military unfirm, it was undeniable that the clothes were made with the best materials possible, as the word "word" luxury was just radiating from it.

Valkorion's mind started racing, and it didn't take him long to realize that this must be Albus's cousin, Camille Ferros, the Heir of the Clan Ferros, after the more "unfortunate" death of her brother.

"It seems that you have a guest... and someone who used the entrance; you were not really careful with the information, cousin."

Her voice was sharp as her eyes bore into her cousin, who squirmed in his seat rather uncomfortably because he didn't really appreciate the way how she was looking at him.

Even right now, Camille Ferros was number two in the entire Clan Ferros, and she was already overseeing the majority of the Clan's operations. This was mainly because her expertise and personality were perfect for the task.

She was someone who was obsessed with her work and was a perfectionist through and through, not allowing even a single mistake. Not to mention, she was also cold and ruthless, not allowing any emotion to interfere with her duties, meaning there was no way she would be soft for her fellow members of the Clan.

Everyone would be treated the same if they messed up and it was not a pleasant experience.

Not to mention, she was also rather powerful on her own, a very skilled combatant and swordswoman, and also Beyonder, though her Sequence was unknown because that was a secret that she was leaving only for herself.

It was unanimously accepted that the Camille would bring the Clan Ferros to a new age of glory and power under her leadership, perhaps to a point where they wouldn't be inferior to the Dragonlord Families in terms of military might.

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"I didn't know that you had visited Albus... it is my please Lady Ferros."

Valkorion greeted her with a low bow, as he returned with something that seemed to be a slight smile over her face, completely uncharacteristic of someone like Camille Ferros, though Albus remained calm to not infuriate his cousin even more.

He was just an ordinary person who wasn't even Low Sequence Beyonder, and his combat prowess was null because he lacked any martial skills. Even though he already had Beyonder Potion, he planned to embark on the Savant Pathway because he didn't really like fighting and so on.

It was troublesome for him, as he would rather stay in his shop and research new technology or something like that. All of this mess wasn't really for him, as fighting should be left to the professionals, not for amateurs who never held a weapon in their hands.

Forutenaly enough, as he was a member of the Ferros Clan, it was possible for him to achieve his dream because he was rich.

As simple as that.

Still, Albus was aware that his cousin Camille looked down on such a mindset because she didn't respect the weak as much as the strong. In the end, when it came to the world of Beyonders, there was only one ironclad rule.

Might makes right.

"So you are the Valkorion Nerona that my cousin was talking about, not really Valyrian name, but there is a streak of Noble Blood in you... aside from your eyes..."

Camille Ferros stated slowly as she scrutinized him, though when she looked right into his eyes, she was almost fascinated by the molten gold color of his eyes that radiated pure, unrestrained power.

"Come and sit down..."

She motioned for him to sit down onto the armchair that was placed right next to her, as Valkorion followed and sat down. After the long journey from the inner areas of the Painted Mountains, he was rather tired.

During the journey back, he wasn't resting too much because with the increasing activity of the monsters and various goblinoids of the Painted Mountains, if he was alone, it was dangerous to sleep in that place.

One could be easily ambushed and killed during sleep, so when he was tired, he would only sleep in some hardly reachable location for two or three hours to regenerate a bit before continuing to the Cartharys.

With the increasing activity that was higher and higher every day, judging on the number of footsteps across the roads and corridors of the Painted Mountains and Laos and the number of times he encountered some traces of the goblinoids, Valkorion judged that the overpopulation was reaching the critical degree.

Perhaps in a few months, it would reach the uncontrollable level, and the goblinoids would march down from the Painted Moutnaisnt and attack everything in their path. Even though they were aware of the cruel truth that town there, there were Valyrian Beyonders, Valyrian Armies, and many, many dragons; there was nothing that they could do about it.

Their primal instincts were too strong, and they were reaching apocalyptic scenarios.

Either they would start killing each other within the Painted Mountains, or they would attack the humans outside, which in turn would kill the majority of them, but the goblinoids would achieve their goals.

First, they would be able to seize considerable loot in the form of researchers, ingredients, and, more importantly, weapons and armors from the pillaged areas, and at the same time, their population would be cut down to a manageable degree, and for a long time, they would have rather peace in the Painted Mountains.

Valkorion knew that hunger and lack of resources were driving them mad with anger and rage.

"Albus told me that you brought him an armband made from the Imperial Gold some time ago to be auctioned through the connections of the Ferros Clan, so when I was going to Mereen I was rather curious and decided to stop by in the Cartharys to take a look."

Valkorion knew that she was most probably scouting the terrain for the potential contractors to the Ferros Clan or people whom they would enter into exclusive contracts so they could buy all of their things and loot found during their adventuring and expeditions.

It could be a beneficial agreement, depending on the conditions of the contract itself, because from what Valkroion knew, most of the contracts were not really beneficial to the adventurers as they were to the big mercantile clans.

It all depended on the circumstances, one could say.

"The armband was sold a few days ago in the capital for staggering 7,500 Gold Dragon Coins, it seems that with Lannisters and Golden Empire of Yi Ti tightening exports of the Imperial Gold to the rest of the world, the prices are going up even for minuscule amount of the metal."

Haering the number for what the armband of the Imperial Gold was sold, it was even higher than Albus's initial estimation because even his highest estimation was 6,500 Gold Dragon Coins, and even that would be under most ideal circumstances.

The capital of the Valyrian Freehold was swarming with rich people; not only the richest people of the entire Valyrian Freehold were living in Valyria City, but also from the rest of the known world.

There were plenty of rich merchants from the Golden Empire of Yi Ti, Kigndopms of Westeros, City States of Essos, or far away nation of the Sothoryos, Ulthuan, or distant lands of Shadowlands and beyond.

"Then I can presume that you have already brought with you the rest of the inventory that I ordered through Albus?"

Hearing his question, she nodded her head as she drank the tea that was being served on the table.

"It is already in the vault of the Branch. Though, I don't think that this is the reason why you came here, even going as far as using the secret entrance to the store that my cousin so irresponsibly told you about?"

Albus flinched a little as he heard the jab of his cousin while Valkorion put his backpack on his knees as he took out the Extraordinary Core of the Sequence 7 Mutated Bugbear.

"Is that?"

Camille Ferros immediately asked when she saw the gem-like thing in his hand, because she was able to recognize it with a single glance.

"Yes... from Sequence 7 Mutated Bugbear, to be precise, that I slayed."

Even an idiot could recognize the Extraordinary Core of Monsters, especially within the Vlayrian Freehold or Golden Empire of Yi Ti or similar nations where Beyonders thrived, and recognizing Mutated One was even easier because it was unlike any other normal Extraordinary Core.

When Camille Ferros looked at the Extraordinary Core of Sequence 7 Mutated Bugbear in wonder before she registered what he said, she looked at the man sitting two meters away from her in mild astonishment.

It was evident that the man was Sequence 7 Beyonder of some Pathway that wasn't giving powerful abilities or many abilities right from the start, meaning that his Pathway was one of the late bloomers.

Still, he was able to kill a powerful foe as Sequence 7 Mutated Bugbear.

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