【Time flies, the years weave swiftly!】
【You’ve been in seclusion for three thousand years.】
As the simulation neared its final stages, the time options for seclusion began to stretch further. Now, only Eirik and Elvynna remained among the players in the simulator, with the rest having passed beyond.
【Three thousand years have passed; your powers have risen to Grandmaster Lv3!】
At this level, a unique magical rune forms within the core, dramatically enhancing one’s strength. A single blow at full power could level cities, reshape mountains, and even change the course of rivers. In the heart of the realm, a Grandmaster Lv3 could become a ruler in their own right—an entity akin to a duke!
【After reaching Grandmaster Lv3, your resources are nearly depleted. You and your spouse have finally emerged from seclusion.】
【Congratulations! You've unlocked a new skin: Couple Grandmaster Lv3 (Limited Edition!)】
Limited Edition?!
It was Elvynna’s first encounter with such words. This "Couple Grandmaster Lv3" skin wasn’t just golden—it was marked as “limited,” immediately signaling its rarity. She hastily checked the details.
On the screen, she and Eirik stood hand in hand upon a cloud, their surroundings shrinking as mountains, rivers, and cities became mere specks below. The two Grandmasters shone with an ethereal brilliance, their power radiating like the sun. Magical ripples shimmered around them, while mysterious magical seals flickered in and out of existence beneath their feet.
When the skin was shared on the world channel, a profound silence fell over the viewers.
Everyone’s envy had grown near unbearable.
“Don’t even try to compare with Elvynna; she’s a monster. With Eirik by her side, it’s no wonder she has such an extraordinary reward.”
“We’ve just witnessed the birth of a legend!”
“Sigh, even with Eirik’s help, I wouldn’t dare say I could reach this level.”
After a long, heavy silence, a few murmurs trickled through.
Most remained quiet, and some simply shut off the world channel. Their simulations had ended, and the gap between them and this new level of power felt too vast to bear. The realization was crushing.
But such was the nature of another world.
Though all were human, the differences in power could stretch beyond imagination. The scholars who stood on clouds, and the ordinary folk—they might as well have belonged to different species.
Once, they had been the same.
But now…
The contrast was staggering. Many struggled to accept the new reality, their despondency deepening. At the same time, the obsession with Eirik grew stronger for some.
“Marvelous… Grandmaster Lv3, how enviable,” Violanda sighed to herself.
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In this life, she had fallen short at Grandmaster Lv1. Not due to age, but because of the insurmountable challenges in her path.
She had fought fiercely against the royal family, cutting through their ranks and defeating several ancient ancestors—only to perish alongside them.
But that had been expected. The royals kept their secrets well hidden; uncovering them was a daunting task, in both reality and the simulation.
With no other choice, she had resorted to the risky strategy of dying multiple times in the simulations, hoping to unveil the royal family’s hidden truths.
Now, seeing Elvynna and Eirik ascend together to Grandmaster Lv3, she couldn’t help but feel the sting of envy.
Among the simulator players, she was the closest to Elvynna, yet had fallen far behind.
The difference between Grandmaster Lv3 and Lv1 might seem like a mere number, but the gap in power was immense. In the Dawnstar Dynasty, Lv3 was a legendary realm, a symbol of unmatched prestige!
“The resources needed for Grandmaster Lv3 cultivation are staggering. To continue advancing, one must risk their life... Speaking of which, I wonder how my… ‘unaccomplished’ children are faring these days?”
Eirik mused, stroking his chin.
After three thousand years, surely they had carved out their own legacies by now?
Interestingly, they hadn’t sought help from him or Elvynna, which suggested they were doing quite well on their own.
True to his thoughts, when Eirik and Elvynna inquired in town, they discovered that their nine children had gained considerable fame, earning the title of the Eight Great Rogues.
Why eight?
At first, Eirik’s heart skipped a beat, fearing one of them had perished. But then he quickly realized the truth.
In this land, it was well known that the Eight Great Rogues included nine individuals.
Well, it seemed his children were living up to the family name!
Moreover, their power was impressive. Three had reached Grandmaster Lv3, and the rest were at Lv2!
“?? These children have truly forged their own paths!”
“I thought they'd struggle after being abandoned by their irresponsible father! Does this mean Eirik’s theories might have some merit after all?”
“Nonsense! What theories? It’s only because our nieces and nephews are exceptional. If they were ordinary, they'd be dead by now!”
The revelation of their children’s success sparked further discussion.
“Why has Junior Sister been so quiet all this time...”
Elvynna felt a pang of gloom. Could she be crying, unable to speak?
Why was she thinking of her?
Well, mostly because Elvynna wanted to boast about her many accomplishments.
Otherwise, she might feel like she was parading around in a fine dress with no one to appreciate it.
【You and your spouse decide to venture to the domain of the Eight Great Rogues, the Enchanted Realm of Mystoria.】
【After a long journey, you arrive at the Enchanted Realm of Mystoria, only to stumble upon ten powerful beastmen besieging the area. Upon closer inspection, you realize these beastmen are the ten princes of the Bloodthorn Clan, each possessing formidable strength.】
The Bloodthorn Clan was made up of beings with the heads of dogs, reminiscent of Anubis. They worshipped a blood deity, drawing their power from the essence of blood.
【The Bloodthorn Clan is a major power in the realm, with each of its ten princes being at least Grandmaster Lv2. Six of them have even reached Lv3.】
Damn, the Bloodthorn Clan didn’t pull punches.
Eirik scoffed silently. Six of the ten princes were Grandmaster Lv3. His own children had only three at that level—there was a clear difference in power.
But the battle wasn’t as difficult as expected.
Though they were outmatched in terms of raw strength, Eirik’s children fought fiercely. They were close to being on par, and perhaps a counterattack was still possible.
With the arrival of Eirik and Elvynna, the situation changed. Now, it was they who fought unfairly.
【In an instant, the couple intervened; nine of the ten princes of the Bloodthorn Clan fell in an instant. Blood splattered the skies as the heavens themselves seemed to shatter, as though the laws of the world were collapsing.】
The battle resulted in great rewards.
【“Children, it seems you’ve been doing quite well!”】
His first words after the battle made all his children freeze, a sense of foreboding filling their hearts.
Of course, Eirik was only joking.
He didn’t strip them of everything, merely taking his rightful share from their victory over the Bloodthorn Clan.
He had once plundered their wealth; a second round of raiding would risk creating rifts in the family, which would be counterproductive.
These nine children were formidable fighters!
Eirik and Elvynna still needed to enhance their own levels, and the magical resources required could only be obtained through family raids!