During this relaxed half-month, almost everyone enjoyed the hard-earned peaceful life. Well, everyone except Benedict.

He had spent this time at Clint's house, seeking guidance in his quest to become stronger.

However, things did not go as planned. Benedict's body had become battered and broken. Clint looked at the fallen Benedict and earnestly advised, "Commander Benedict, it's better not to rush things like this."

Yet, Benedict stood up again, forcing his body to move. His mind was becoming hazy, but he still refused to give up. "Mr. Melton, don't pity me. Come on, let's continue."noveldrama

Clint frowned, looking at Benedict with a mixture of pity and confusion. He could not understand why Benedict was pushing himself so hard.

Even with divine intervention, it would not help. Benedict's body simply could not handle reaching a higher level.

"Has no one told you to use this power sparingly?" Clint asked.

Benedict laughed bitterly, remembering how his father, Zaafea, Clint, and even he himself had advised caution. Yet, an overwhelming force within him kept pushing him forward.

"Mr. Melton, do you see this evil Path technique as insignificant?"

Clint did not lie. He nodded sincerely, understanding that Benedict needed to face the truth. Clint could not let Benedict continue like this.

"Benedict, I'll ask you again. Since you've avenged your father, what do you want to do next?" "I... What I want to do is..."

...

A flashback.

When Benedict heard the news of his father Anton's death, he stood in shock. He could not believe that his powerful father was gone. In his daze, he seemed to see his father's figure appear before him. "Dad?"

At that moment, his father smiled at him. As Benedict tried to approach, the vision vanished. Suddenly, a familiar sensation drew his attention. It felt like his father's presence.

Following this feeling, he found

himself in front of a remote

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mountain dense with trees. It did

not seem like a place people frequented.

Benedict thought, 'Wait a minute. Wasn't I just at home? How did lend up in these deep mountains so

suddenly? Is this some sort of trap set by those who killed my

father?'

He was too weak now. If this was

indeed a trap set by his father's

killers, he might not survive. Yet, the

familiar presence in the barrier

compelled him to investigate

Then, the mountain ahead seemed to grow taller and more imposing. He had no tools on him to climb it. Suddenly, the presence split into three distinct sensations, as if a voice was offering him choices.

First, he could climb the mountain by hand, risking a fatal fall.

Secondly, he could take a detour around the mountain and face greater dangers.

Or thirdly, he could return the way he came.

These three options hovered in Benedict's mind. He then thought of his father, Anton.

If it were his father... No, he could not think like his father.

Benedict realized that he had always chased after his father's shadow but could never become like him.

Perhaps that was his missing piece. He was not his father; he was Benedict Varhess.

This time, he decided to follow his own instincts.

Taking a detour or going back did not quite suit him. Benedict looked at the towering peak and pointed to the sky.

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