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Chapter 370: Phantom Shot

As she watched the chaos unfold before her, Eleanor finally understood what the general was doing. Attacking the bonfires head-on seemed reckless, almost suicidal, but then she realized the truth. It wasn’t strategy. It was terror. Once the fires began to die, every soldier would feel it creepi...

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Chapter 369: The Assassin’s Choice

The snow battered the battlefield with more fury than before. Wind howled through torn tents and shredded banners, whipping the fabric into the air with a harsh, constant rhythm that nearly drowned out every other sound. The cold was merciless, so sharp Eleanor could barely feel her own body. Eve...

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Chapter 368: The Black-Armored Reaper

Luke rolled across the bridge, his body scraping against the stone as the cold wind sliced through the air. Behind him, the wyvern crashed down in a deafening impact, its guttural roar echoing through the distance. One of its wings bent at an unnatural angle, bone snapping with a wet crack.

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Chapter 367: The Dragon Reborn in Fury

Evangeline emerged from between the trees, silent and fluid, as if she were part of the shadow itself. Before the wyvern could rise again, she exhaled a small, dark sphere from her lips. It shot toward the monster’s head, disappearing into its open maw. The explosion came a heartbeat later—a ...

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Chapter 366: Assassin vs Dragon

Luke sprinted through the forest, heart pounding so hard it drowned out the world—each beat a war drum echoing inside his chest. The cold bit into his skin like shards of glass, trying to slow him down, but the raw heat of adrenaline burned beneath it, forcing him forward. The air was thick wit...

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Chapter 365: Breath of the Ice Dragon

The sound of steel filled the forest, relentless, a chorus of blades announcing the end. The Warden Generals had entered the woods, drawn by chaos or summoned to protect the Midnight Lord. The air itself seemed to hum with tension. Every breath carried risk.

Allison’s eyes fixed on the tr...

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Chapter 364: The Assassin and the Dragon

Snow fell thicker by the minute, blanketing everything in a white shroud that blurred the edges of the forest. The trees bent beneath the weight of ice, creaking softly as if whispering to one another. From far away came the muffled echoes of battle, distant explosions, screams, the clash of stee...

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Chapter 363: The Reanimated Dragon

The wind howled across the sky as the Midnight Lord circled above them. Its wings—ragged, black, and leathery like burnt hide—beat with a heavy rhythm that made the air itself vibrate. Below, Luke and the others were crossing the bridge toward the looming castle when a vast shadow fell across...

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Chapter 362: The Midnight Lord

Luke pushed forward through the battlefield, the air trembling with the weight of chaos. Every gap the soldiers carved into the undead horde brought them a step closer to the objective, but the castle still felt impossibly far, a mirage on the other side of that wall of rotting flesh. The metalli...

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Chapter 361: Storm of Arrows

Luke and his group pressed forward through the battlefield, always aiming for the next general. Piles of corpses littered the snow, but an even greater problem loomed ahead. The storm was getting worse, visibility was collapsing, and the cold had turned deadly. This wasn’t natural cold. It was ...

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Chapter 360: Gaze of the Castle

Luke pushed forward beside Charlie, the biting wind lashing his face as the ground quaked beneath the endless march of the undead. Every fallen creature cleared a fragment of their path, but also reminded him just how endless this war felt. For every corpse that dropped, ten more seemed to take i...

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Chapter 359: The Cutting Cold of War

The war had begun in full. The dead from the rear lines were surging forward now, a tide of rotting flesh and rusted armor. The enemy generals, massive hulking figures, moved slowly, their presence alone enough to freeze the advance of any who dared approach. Soon they stopped altogether, standin...

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Chapter 358: The Call of the Midnight War

The four of them activated the third and final mechanism of the tutorial. Luke felt the weight of that moment settle deep in his chest. There was no going back now. What they had triggered couldn’t be undone. The only path left was forward—face the final challenge, and either return to Earth ...

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Chapter 357: The Midnight War Begins

Oswald felt the cold bite of Jonathan’s blade at his back. Panic knotted his stomach.

“Don’t make a sound, or you die,” Jonathan said.

Oswald swallowed. He knew how powerful Jonathan had become; the man could kill him without effort. Jonathan had been missing for months, an el...

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Chapter 356: Testament of the Fallen King

Oswald sat alone inside one of the war camp’s tents. The air was thick with the scent of metal, oil, and unease. Rows of canvas shelters stretched in neat lines across the muddy field, but even here, far from the front and surrounded by soldiers, the tension was suffocating. The faint creak of ...

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Chapter 355: The Serpent’s Pact

The floating stone began to shudder, thin cracks spreading across its surface like veins of light. Each fracture pulsed white until a sharp, deep crack split the air. A blinding flash exploded outward, swallowing the entire street. The ground trembled, the air reeked of ozone and hot dust, and en...

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Chapter 354: The Maidens of Death

The sharp scent of herbs hung in the air, tangled with the metallic tang of blood. Jack moved through the rows of healer tents, watching the hurried rhythm of men and women sorting flasks, basins, and bandages. There were far too few healers for the size of the army, barely a handful compared to ...

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Chapter 353: The Night of Confessions

Night lay heavy over the battlefield. Eleanor stood alone atop a wooden watchtower, the cold wind slipping through its gaps and tugging at the torn flags above her. Even with hundreds of soldiers spread across the green plain below, an unnatural silence clung to the air, a silence no sound of mov...

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Chapter 352: The Night Before War

The night wind swept cold across the open field where, in just a few hours, the fate of nearly two thousand souls would be decided. Torches dotted the plain in uneven lines, their orange light flickering over faces worn thin by exhaustion and resolve. Shadows stretched and shifted like restless s...

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Chapter 351: Plans for the End

They were gathered now inside Luke’s cave, only the main group. It was the one place they could speak without half-truths, without hiding their powers, without pretending they were completely in control. A board had been set up against the wall, covered in papers and sketches. They’d already ...

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Chapter 350: The Sleeping Bloodline

Princess Charlie had quietly opened her system interface and shown Luke a glowing notification. At that exact moment, his own interface synced, her profile no longer grayed out.

[Princess Charlie has acquired a Race Skill: Bloodline of Vespertilio]

He blinked. A b...

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Chapter 349: Allison’s Lap

Looking up through the tree canopy, Luke realized it was still daytime. Sunlight slipped between the leaves in golden threads that danced across his face, and the distant call of birds felt like an echo of a dream refusing to fade. Then he felt something warm and soft beneath his head. When he tu...

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Chapter 348: Rain and Redemption

Luke was falling through endless darkness, a descent that felt like it cut through time itself. He tried to scream, but the sound died in his throat. There was no wind, no air, just the crushing weight of a void swallowing him whole. For a moment, he thought he would vanish into it forever, until...

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Chapter 347: The Sleeping Army

“Luke, I wanted to thank you. Really. For the healing potions,” Jack said.

“You don’t owe me for that. I owed you a few favors, that’s all,” Luke replied.

Over the past few weeks, he had pushed himself to brew more healing potions. It hadn’t been easy. With help gatherin...

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Chapter 346: The Beastlord’s Weapon

Luke walked across the battlefield, the place that would soon host the final war of the tutorial. Months had passed since the survivors had claimed it, and the land had transformed beyond recognition. Wooden and stone archer towers dotted the terrain, each built with careful purpose. Further ahea...

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Chapter 345: Before the Midnight War

A few incredulous looks landed on Luke. He disliked being the center of attention, but someone needed to give the room a nudge. Erza’s manner was too authoritarian; Allison’s was too democratic. He’d strike a balance.

"The final challenge is actually the easiest one of all.” he said...

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Chapter 344: The Six-Hour War

It had been a while since the people in that room started asking questions. Luke stayed quiet, giving them space to process. Soldiers and merchants alike seemed shaken by the revelation. The same question kept circling back to the surface.

“Six hours? That’s not enough time, that’s in...

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Chapter 343: The Midnight Archer

Luke and Allison arrived at the second fortress, traveling by the quickest route, the river. The moment they stepped ashore, it became painfully clear why Allison preferred staying with him in the cavern. Within minutes, people were approaching from every direction, offering gifts, food, or words...

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Chapter 342: The Last Rehearsal of War

Luke studied the glowing system window beside her, its frame flickering with five distinct options. When Charlie’s Pugilist class hit level fifty, the system had automatically triggered her mandatory evolution, and now the choices were staring back at them.

He couldn’t deny it, he was c...

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Chapter 341: Ascension in Flames

Luke sprinted through the dense forest at the edge of the capital, branches snapping underfoot as something massive thundered behind him. The ground shook with each impact. When he glanced over his shoulder, a pack of salamanders—each the size of a giant crocodile—burst through the trees in a...

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