On this day, you dealt with the remains of all nine princes of the Bloodthorn Clan, extracting their formidable magical cores. The essence contained within them was rich with the very laws of this world, a remarkable resource for those advanced in cultivation.
“The Bloodthorn Clan’s core is incredibly valuable! But listen, young ones—its power is potent. Absorbing too much at once could harm your bodies. Let us older souls shoulder this burden for you!”
The onlookers stood astonished.
"Wait, that was a Grandmaster Lv3 powerhouse! And just like that, they’re reduced to fuel for cultivation?" The presence of these legendary figures seemed to shrink in comparison.
“It feels like we’re watching a myth come to life… so unreal,” murmured the players in awe.
“This has greatly boosted our strength, but it will no doubt enrage the Bloodthorn Clan,” Eirik pondered, stroking his chin. He had long considered where to find the richest resources, and only a few options remained: the royal Lancaster family, and a handful of prominent beast clans like the Bloodthorn Clan.
It was said that the Third Prince of the Bloodthorn Clan had attempted to take Eirik’s fifth daughter as his bride by force, sparking a bitter feud. After a series of clashes, the two sides had dealt heavy blows, with the Bloodthorn Clan nearly wiping out Eirik’s kin multiple times. Their current misfortune was, perhaps, fitting.
If the Bloodthorn Clan chose to let things lie, then so be it. But if they sought revenge, Eirik was prepared to see them eradicated. With their resources in hand, the combined might of Eirik’s family might just yield a Mythic Being—a Grandmaster Lv5 whose overwhelming power and status verged on Archmage, a true ruler of these lands.
In this magical world, swift advancement depended on two things: talent and a single, simple method—“take.” Conquests and treasure hunts offered the quickest paths to wealth. But the Bloodthorn Clan, an ancient line thousands of years old, would not be easily defeated. They were said to possess Lv4 experts and even a Legendary Relic from a Mythic Being. Facing them head-on was ill-advised; a Lv4 expert wielding a Legendary Relic could easily spell doom for Eirik’s family. Careful strategy was the only option.
And soon, the Bloodthorn Clan came, seeking vengeance with rumored royal backing and two Legendary Relics in hand. You withdrew to the Forbidden Zone of the Demon Realm, finding refuge in the Reincarnation Sea.
But this time, luck was not on your side. Not long after entering the Reincarnation Sea, you caught the attention of the Serpent Demon Clan, and a fierce battle ensued. It was a dire situation; a single misstep could doom the entire family!
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Just as hope seemed lost, salvation arrived—a majestic ancient turtle clad in sacred robes. Eirik had once won its favor with a Shakespearean sonnet, and now, impressed once again, it chose to intervene.
The trials in the Reincarnation Sea became an odd tale of danger and unexpected alliances—a story for another time. Meanwhile, engrossed in the simulation, dawn broke without your notice.
“Wait, why is this simulation taking so long? Is someone still alive in here? Could it be that wicked woman, Violanda?”
Just waking from a sound sleep, Pixie stretched lazily, her graceful form highlighted as she checked the system panel. Her eyes widened as she realized the simulation was still running—after an entire night had passed!
“What’s going on?” she typed into the world channel.
“Junior Sister?!” Elvynna, busy exploring the Reincarnation Sea, noticed the message and smiled. “Junior Sister, you’re finally back!”
Elvynna had wanted to share her discoveries with Pixie all night, but Pixie had been ignoring her messages, making it a rather dull wait. Now that Junior Sister was back, Elvynna wasted no time, typing updates eagerly.
Junior Sister instantly snapped to attention, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief. She had unlocked new maps, advanced to Grandmaster Lv3, and acquired the rare golden skin. Her children were all geniuses with extraordinary abilities, and Elvynna herself had a long lifespan, outliving all other players?!
“Oh, this sweet legendary life sometimes feels almost too charmed,” Elvynna feigned surprise. “Oh, Junior Sister, where have you been? I missed you terribly in your absence!”
“Gah! So infuriating!” Pixie clenched her fists, biting into her blanket in frustration, her eyes red with irritation. Elvynna’s smug tone grated on her—she hadn’t been like this before!
Unbeknownst to Pixie, Elvynna had started imitating her.
“Ha! Elvynna, I missed you too!” Pixie forced a smile, then quickly grabbed the sleeping maid beside her, shaking her awake with sudden urgency.
“Hurry up, do my makeup—the most beautiful makeup!”
Hmph. Elvynna could enjoy her cozy simulation with Eirik. But Pixie would make her mark in reality.
The maid, bewildered by her mistress’s enthusiasm at such an early hour, reached for the makeup kit, too cautious to question Pixie.
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“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate…” Eirik’s poetry had once earned the ancient turtle’s admiration.
Just then, Eirik heard light footsteps. Turning, he saw a stunning woman, barefoot and moving toward him with a mischievous smile.
“Shh!” Pixie placed a finger to her lips, signaling him to stay quiet.
He noticed a faint aura of concealment magic around her.
“Hey, keep it down! Don’t let Elvynna senpai find us; we wouldn’t want her spoiling our fun!” Pixie whispered, telepathically.
Just as her sweet voice echoed in his mind, she leapt onto the bed, taking him by surprise.
Wait! Junior Sister, what are you doing?!
A soft, floral scent filled the air as Eirik paused the game, staring at Pixie, her cheeks flushed.
“I thought I locked the door! How did you get in?”
“Do I need to explain?” Pixie giggled, holding up a copper key with a wink. “This is my house—I have the key!”
Eirik was momentarily speechless. If their roles were reversed, there’d be no end of outrage online!