Name: Nyx
Age: 15
Race: Human
Level: F
Title: Sovereign of the Lost Seven, Emperor of Slime
Class: Omniscient Monarch
Attributes - Affinity to Magic
Attunement: Anubis’s Blessing: ?
Speed: 10,000P
Intelligence: 2,500P
Strength: 10,000P
MP: ∞
EXP: 10,000P
Skills Acquired:
1.Uriel the Great
2.Eternal Rebirth
3.Ethereal Convergence
4.Sovereign of Shadows
5.Temporal Ascension
6.Aegis Tempest
7.Lunar Veil of Deception
8.Solar Storm Rend
Summary of Rewards:
1.Dragon God of Wrath → Infernal Sovereignty
2.Fanged Tiger God of Envy → Roar of the Untamed
3.Snake God of Pride → Venomous Insight
4.Proud Peacock God of Lust → Radiant Prism
5.Griffin God of Sloth → Wings of the Eternal
6.Nine-Tailed Fox of Gluttony → Phantom Tails
7.Three-Horned Bull God of Greed → Horn of Reckoning
Shadow Army:
Shadow Goblins:
•Len – Level 30 | Skill: Aegis Bond
•Ryu – Level 32 | Skill: Arcane Tempest
Shaman Shadow Goblin:
•Zarvok – Level 40 | Skill: Necromancy
Shadow Frostmaw Monster:
•Frosty – Level 30 | Skills: ThunderClash Claw, Frost Breath
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Two Weeks Later
After Nyx met Lorienna, things had been… interesting. More interesting than she bargained for.
Lorienna was a busy bee—always onto something, always moving, always talking. Honestly, Nyx was having trouble keeping up with her. But, in a way, she had brought some light back into Nyx’s life.
After their first meeting, Lorienna had insisted on treating her to brunch, and that was when she finally explained why she had been hanging upside down from a tree.
“Someone was trying to kidnap me,” Lorienna said casually, taking a bite of her fruit-filled pastry.
Nyx, who had been mid-sip of her milk, nearly choked. “What?”
Lorienna shrugged, as if this was nothing new. “Yeah, it happens sometimes.”
Nyx set her drink down, narrowing her eyes. “Why were they kidnapping you?”
“Because I’m kinda important,” Lorienna replied with an easy smile.
Nyx stared. The answer was vague—too vague. It immediately set off a warning in her head, but she didn’t pry. If there was one thing she had learned over the years, it was that people would tell you what they wanted, when they wanted. Pressing them wouldn’t change that.
Still, kinda important? That could mean anything. A noble? A royal? A runaway? It wasn’t her business, she reminded herself.
Lorienna stretched her arms above her head. “Anyway, since you saved me, I’m good now.”
Nyx scoffed. “That’s not how that works.”
“Sure it is! Besides, since you’re here, if I get kidnapped again, you can always save me one more time.”
Nyx deadpanned. “I did not sign up for that.”
Lorienna only laughed, utterly unbothered.
After that day, the two of them started adventuring together.
Lorienna had decided—without asking—that she was now part of Nyx’s daily life. Much to Nyx’s dismay, the elf was always around—talking, planning, dragging her into situations she would have normally avoided. It wasn’t that Nyx minded company, but Lorienna had an energy that was exhausting to keep up with.
Still, Nyx had to admit—just a little—that things weren’t as dull with Lorienna around.
“Are you always this serious?” Lorienna asked one afternoon as they walked back from a job. She twirled a lock of her silvery hair between her fingers, glancing at Nyx with curiosity.
Nyx didn’t bother looking at her. “I’m focused.”
“Focused, huh?” Lorienna smirked. “Focused on what?”
Nyx hesitated. Getting stronger. Making sure no one else dies because I wasn’t there. But she didn’t say that. Instead, she just muttered, “It doesn’t matter.”
Lorienna sighed dramatically. “Well, if we’re going to keep working together, you should at least learn how to have a conversation.”
“Who said we’re working together?”
“Your actions,” Lorienna chirped. “You haven’t told me to leave, and you haven’t disappeared on me. So, by my logic, that means we’re partners!”
Nyx stopped walking and gave her a flat look. “That’s not how this works.”
“Sure it is!” Lorienna grinned. “Besides, you need me.”
Nyx raised an eyebrow. “For what?”
“For keeping you from looking like some scary, brooding assassin all the time,” Lorienna teased.
Nyx shook her head, exhaling slowly. She didn’t argue.
Because of the extra pair of eyes constantly watching her, Nyx had to limit herself. No shadow army. No using her more powerful skills. Just her daggers and physical abilities. It wasn’t ideal, but it was necessary.
Even so, it didn’t stop her from getting the job done.
She adapted quickly, taking on low-level jobs that required more physical exertion—hunting creatures, clearing small infestations, tracking missing items. Without her shadows, she relied purely on her own skills, sharpening her movements, adjusting to fighting without overwhelming force.
It made her stronger.
And strength was the only thing she could rely on now.
Despite her best efforts to remain unnoticed, more and more eyes were on her. It was unavoidable. She was an F-ranked hunter, barely fifteen, completing jobs with efficiency that most struggled with. Whispers followed her whenever she stepped into the guild.
“That kid again? No way she’s clearing all these jobs by herself.”
“Maybe she’s got someone backing her. There’s no way a little girl’s that strong.”
“She doesn’t even use magic, does she?”
Lorienna noticed the whispers, but Nyx ignored them. She had no time to waste on the opinions of others.
“You’re really not going to say anything back?” Lorienna asked as they left the guild.
Nyx shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”
“But doesn’t it annoy you?”
“I don’t care what they think.”
Lorienna hummed thoughtfully. “You’re weird.”
Nyx didn’t respond.
Even though the forest and village lingered at the edges of her mind, she forced herself to push forward. She reminded herself of what needed to be done. There would be no more deaths—not if she had the power to prevent it.
That was why she trained.
That was why she took on hunt after hunt, ignoring her exhaustion, honing her skills further with each battle.
That was why she had no choice but to keep getting stronger.