> World Knowledge Lv3
The timing couldn’t have been better. [World Knowledge] had leveled up, and with it came a new function. During his journey to Cranch, Haru never stopped using the skill, pushing it to its limits whenever his mana allowed. He had learned that the more a summoned skill was used, the stronger it became. Now, at level 3, he could finally see the vulnerabilities of whatever he analyzed.
He focused on the freshly transformed humanoids, his gaze narrowing as the information unfolded before him.
> Name: Huxely Gray
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> Race: Transfigured Human
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> Gender: N/A
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> Occupation: N/A
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> Current Status: Infected with Demonic Seed
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> Age: N/A
The details weren't surprising. [World Knowledge] functioned like an encyclopedia, providing detailed information on the subject he focused on—though it was far from complete. Haru had often wondered how the skills of the summoned came into existence, how they manifested differently for each individual. But, realizing the futility of such questions, he pushed them to the back of his mind.
The workings of [World Knowledge] were an enigma. What he did know was that the skill's name was no exaggeration. It held information on nearly everything in this world—everything that existed when he first arrived. However, things created after his arrival, or those not part of the natural world, remained a mystery, as they hadn’t yet been recorded into [World Knowledge]. There were times when the skill proved useless, particularly with their fights with the demons. During those times, he often had to fill in the gaps manually.
Thankfully, [World Knowledge] wasn't a skill with Incalculable potential for no reason. At Level 3, he could manipulate his skill to affect what he sees.
> World Knowledge Lv3
> Transfigured Human
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> Description: N/A ——— ⟋⧫⟒⧫⟟ —— Updated —— Once a human guard for the Kingdom of Cranch, he has been corrupted by a demonic seed implanted in his body. The Transfigured Human now acts purely on instinct, attacking anything in its path. It possesses enhanced strength, agility, and formidable defenses compared to its previous form.
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> Potential: C+
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> Equipment: Reinforced steel blade
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> Rank: III
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> Vulnerability: The demonic seed is fragile and will shatter upon forceful contact.
In his previous life, it had taken Haru far too long to grasp the full potential of his skill. [World Knowledge] was undeniably overpowered, a lifeline for those thrust into an unfamiliar world. But it was also tedious. He'd often find himself sifting through irrelevant details, forced to cycle through different information to get what he needed. That was, until he discovered he could filter the information—calling up only what mattered with a mere thought.
But there was more to [World Knowledge] than just selective display. The skill had a hidden mechanism, updating itself with new information in real time. When Haru answered Cael's questions, it wasn't just to inform him about the demon seed —it was to allow his own system to record and process the evolving situation. Every moment, every action, contributed to the skill’s growing database.
As he watched the guards struggle against the transfigured monstrosities, Haru's skill zeroed in on the demon seed. It was the weak point. With a focused intent, [World Knowledge] activated its secondary function. White marks appeared on the transfigured guard charging towards Cael and Elric, highlighting the vulnerable spot—a point on the upper right chest.
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> Minus Strength
Without hesitation, Haru snatched up a fallen blade, infusing it with a single mana stone. One precise stab was all it took.
"KEUGGGGHHHH!" The creature roared in agony before collapsing to the ground. Haru’s sharp gaze met Aldric’s, the tension between them palpable.
"Go," Haru commanded.
"What?" Aldric asked, momentarily stunned.
"I can handle things here. Go after him."
"But—"
"Don't let this be your nightmare." Haru turned fully toward Aldric, his voice cutting through the chaos as if they were the only two people in the room. "You can't bring her back, but you can avenge her. He may have been your friend once, but that was a long time ago. Don’t let her death be in vain. She wanted this kingdom to change, to be a place your sons could inherit with pride. If you let him escape now, the kingdom will always be under threat. The foundation will remain rotten. Cut it out now. Show your sons who their father is!"
Aldric jolted as if awakened from a long slumber. Haru, a young man in his early twenties, had never been someone he gave much thought to—just a bearer of the cure with grand ideas of building a kingdom. A young man without real life experience, or so Aldric had assumed. But those words, spoken with the weight of someone who had lived through similar experiences, resonated deeply. In that moment, age no longer mattered. Aldric felt a kinship, as if Haru were a near peer.
His heart quickened, ablaze with resolve. Was it really okay to do what he knew he must?
He turned to his children, and in that moment, both Cael and Elric met his gaze. The unmistakable message in their eyes was clear—they wanted revenge for their mother.
The king smiled and muttered, "I won't let you boys down."
With a low smile he turned his back on the chaos behind him. In that instant, he trusted that everything would be fine and focused solely on bringing Magnus down.
Aldric started toward the gaping hole in the wall, each step heavier than the last, as if something deep within him was awakening. With every stride, his muscles tightened, constricting and contracting with newfound strength. Power radiated from him, growing stronger and more fierce with each step.
By the time he reached the edge of the opening, the aura around Aldric had transformed. The king of the jungle had returned. The once old lion was back in its prime, and it was hungry for retribution.
The princes watched their father’s retreating figure, but what they saw wasn't just their father—it was the back of a former S-rank adventurer.
Aldric’s eyes locked onto Magnus, a mere speck hovering over the distant city. His mind was consumed by a single, unwavering thought: take him down. He pushed off the ledge, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to pause. The air trembled under the unleashed power of the once-great adventurer.
Magnus, oblivious to the impending storm, continued his flight, gliding effortlessly through the air. With each step, he floated across great distances, using a path of air beneath his feet.
“Damn, she's not going to be happy with how things turned out,” Magnus muttered to himself. “I was supposed to sway more of the nobles before the attack, but now everything’s in chaos. We’ll have to move sooner than planned. No, dammit, it wasn’t my fault. It was that damn brat. He must be a summoned! I've never encountered anything that could weaken my magic so instantaneously. But why was he here, and how could he wield such advanced magic? Even at my level, pulling off something like that would require years of practice. It’s only been a month since the summoned arrived.”
As he pondered these questions, a chilling gust of wind swept across his back, sending shivers down his spine. Cold sweat formed as an inexplicable fear gripped him.
“MAGNUS!”
The shout tore through the air, and Magnus spun around just in time to see a blade aimed straight for his head. His eyes widened in shock, but before the blade could connect, an unseen force yanked him downward and flung him back several dozen meters, narrowly avoiding a lethal strike.
Magnus panted heavily, the bitter taste of near-death still fresh on his lips. Mages were always at a disadvantage in close combat; magic demanded concentration and focus, making them more suited to long-range attacks during monster battles. To mitigate this, mages had developed a method long ago—a way to inscribe magical instructions onto their bodies in the form of runes. These runes acted as a holding pattern, storing spells that could be triggered automatically under certain conditions.
Though a powerful tool for survival, these runes were single-use. Once activated, they vanished, leaving the mage defenseless until they could be re-inscribed. Magnus had just used one of these life-saving runes.
"Aldric!" Magnus turned, shock and disbelief contorting his face. Aldric was here? Now? "Have you abandoned your children and your kingdom? I never thought you'd be so cold-blooded."
"Worry about yourself," Aldric’s voice was low and menacing. "Because I’ve come for your neck."
There was something in those words—something that made Magnus instinctively step back. Fear. Was he truly afraid of this so-called puppet king? Aldric had retired long ago, only practicing his swordsmanship as a form of exercise. Yet, in Magnus' eyes, he saw a glimpse of the man who was once revered as the Whirlwind of Cranch. That same relentless force who once had the awe of his peers was now standing against him looking for his life.