V2 Chapter 129
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Sibylla all shattered, her climax dominating over her, and then--
…Ah…
She used all her strength—to fall into Cian’s arms.
Feeling his warmth, Sibylla’s consciousness suddenly began thinning.
But in the last moments—
“…we’re not yet done,” she heard Cian’s teasing voice and her face turned flushed.
She bit her lips and felt damp between her legs.
The two of them had not crossed the final line in the end, but traces of their naked lust had remained on their bodies.
Sibylla had reached climax from Cian’s attack on her breasts and sensitive regions, but although she had lost consciousness mid-way through with a pleasant and sweet smile on her face, they had reached the final stages with her physical intimacy. Cian, on the other hand, looked refreshed. All the fatigue of the past few days had been removed.
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The next day morning, Levelia took Cian to the Adventurer pub.
This pub had an extremely big reputation in Icegrass city. And this pub was the gathering place of numerous mercenaries and adventurers.
The pub’s light was somewhat dim; people with various occupations and races were dispersed throughout the hall. And uniformed pub girls with tray were also ceaselessly moving through this crowd. Here, Levelia led Cian to a corner of a pub.
On the table at that corner, five people were sitting, presumably the companions of Levelia, the elite members of the Flame Tyrant Clan.
Cian carefully looked at these five people; two of them were male magicians of about 30 years old with an extremely ordinary appearance. Among them, one was wearing a red-colored fire element magic robe, and the other one was wearing a pure white-golden colored priest robe. And when Cian saw two fighters, he couldn’t help but become stupefied, as one of them was actually a fighter of about four to five meter-tall from Barbarian Bear clan—his face and fierceness still had some characteristic of Bear face.
Another warrior was human, of about 25 or 26 in age, had a fierce-looking face, and two sturdy arms was exposed from his leather armor, which had many crisscrossed scars on it. From these scars, one could see that he was definitely a very experienced fighter.
The last one was quite unexpected. It was none other than, a Dark Elf.
Like the stereotype Elves, the Dark Elves possess long pointed ears and beautiful features. However, unlike the Pure/High Elves, the Dark Elves possess brown colored skin, obsidian-colored hair, and mystifying black eyes. However, although they look like Asian people back in Earth, albeit, much beautiful, they possess a more advanced body structure than that of humans. As such, they possessed natural forms of superhuman strength, durability, speed, reflexes, and coordination.
Dark Elves, just like Elves, lives in deep forest, detaching themselves from the mortal world. Although there was some prejudice against them, some hearsays even call them servants of darkness and demons, however, that was actually not real. Although there were indeed some Dark Elven Tribes that had allied with the Demons, but like the Pure Elves the Dark Elves rarely leave their forest and instead, will always stay in their home and protect their territory.
Despite their population and influence dwindled in the current era, they are actually considered one of the most ancient, powerful, and certainly the most battle-loving tribe of the three Elven civilizations.
Dark Elves excel at the dark arts, including death magic and shadow empowerment. They worship the Dark God; Night. Well, in that sense, Cian felt some affinity with them. And it seems like the Dark Elf felt it as well, as she looks at Cian with a strange but doubtful expression. Normally, Dark Elves didn’t like socializing with strangers and only when you managed to earn their trust will they even speak to you.
There was a saying; High Elves are Noble. Mountain Elves are Wild. Dark Elves are Mysterious.
And as expected, when Cian saw that beautiful cool Dark Elf with a pure and graceful figure wearing red-and-blue colored hunter clothes, his heart couldn’t help but gasp in admiration.
Elf Tribes were indeed a beautiful clan. Not one of them can be considered ugly. Cian had seen not less than five of them before in the Demon World, and in the organization, there were even two of them. Both possessing model-like figure and superstar like beauty.
At this moment, Levelia had already begun to introduce her members, pointing at the magician wearing red colored fire magic robe, she said: “He is Advance fire magician, Laran.”
Laran superciliously nodded his head, Cian just smiles and also didn’t mind it, because all the magicians of the continent were more or less rather arrogant, especially magicians with a little bit of strength. After all, from what Cian heard and read about, becoming a mage was quite rare in the Human World, perhaps one out of fifty or at worst hundred people.
They are treated as special beings with special privilege.
Beginner, Intermediate, and lastly Advance. This was the basic ranks of magicians in this world, according to common practice. Above that were the Elite Stage, Sage, and Demi-God Stage. In history, there was a record of someone becoming a Magic God, but the records are quite dubious so Cian didn’t really know if it was real or not. If someone could really transcend Godhood in this world. In fact, even now, according to the information he gathered, the strongest was only in the Saint Stage, or in Magic System; the Sage Stage.
Advanced Stage… indeed good, in fact, slightly better than him.
Magic is quite hard than Cian expected. Perhaps those novels he had read in the past were surely a fiction, always depicting that transmigrators are born genius in magic or something. All were liars. In these two years of training, even with the tutoring of Grea Ovsburn, Cian was only able to reach the Intermediate Magic Stage in Dark and Death Magic.
Just that, he can’t find any reason as to why he couldn’t break through the Intermediate Middle Stage. Though, according to Grea Ovsburn, being able to reach the Intermediate Stage in just two years was already a shocking growth. On a side note, Stages were divided using the amount of magic power a person possesses.
Although Cian didn’t know the accurate measurement used for the threshold, according to his understand in magic, if the Beginner Stage possess 10 Magic Power, then to breakthrough Intermediate Stage, one needs to increase their Magic Power by a Hundred. 100 points in Magic Power signifies that the Mage is finally an Intermediate Stage.
Double that was the Advance Stage, needing as high as 300 Points and more. Then, beyond that, well, it needed an astronomical amount. However, increasing the Magic Power of a person is not something so simple and easy to do. It also requires talent and potential. Hence, there were people who could never attain high stages, and were stuck in beginner realm.
Most mages barely advance to Intermediate Stage even with ten years of training. After all, training and practice are not the only requirements to advance in magic training, but also talent. Unless one has the talent to reach another realm, they would never be able to a breakthrough in their lives—except if an opportune moment for them comes. But that rarely happens. But still, to Cian this is far from enough!
Grea Ovsburn and his beloved Elder Sister; Oriel were both Sage Stage Mages with age less than thirty. If he wanted to be called a Genius in Magic, he must break through Advance Stage at the age of twenty, reach Elite Stage at Twenty-five, and finally reaching the Sage level at thirty, obtaining a Title. However, he was already 15 years old, and he was still stuck in the beginner-tier Intermediate Stage.
If ten years is what he needed to breakthrough through the Middle-Tier, wouldn’t that be too long…too old?
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Cian lamented that Aanuel was a wastrel that couldn’t even advance the middle-tier Beginner Stage, even after being fed with precious tonics by their Mother; Sitana. Now, he started too late—his awesome talent in magic was delayed by quite a lot. Even still, Cian did not despair, however, as he was certain that his awesomeness, he would be able to surpass Grea Ovsburn or his Beloved Sister.
After all, who was he?
He was not Superman, or Iron Man.
He is even not Captain America or Batman.
He was none other than—Cian Jekyll!
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Magic Ability was actually Cian’s greatest Trump Card that only Sibylla and Ruka know. After all, in the past, Aanuel was diagnosed as without talent in Magic. As for why he could do magic now, Cian thought it might be due to the fact that he was transmigrated.
His Soul Power becomes double that of normal and allowing him to have incredible talents in Magic. Though, his Talents only barely comparable to those true Geniuses. Take his Sister; the First Princess for example. She only used four years to advance into Intermediate Realm, and seven and a half years to reach the Advanced Stage. At this moment, she was already in the Sage Stage; Obtaning the Title; {Princess of Ice}
In any case, even among Demons who were innately Magic Born Race, there are those who have no talent in Magic. Of course, unlike other races, even without talent, Demons can still use magic, albeit only the basic and weakest spells. Therefore, among Humans, since they are not innately magic born and bred, there’s only a small part of them that can truly utilize magic.
This caused people with a magic affinity to become darling children of any empire or kingdom, nurtured greatly, causing their egos to grow higher than their heights. Well, as long as he won’t start with Cian, or annoy him, Cian was disinclined to start with him.
As if used to Laran’s personality, Levelia smiled wryly and sent an apologetic gaze at Cian. Cian just responds with a shrug, conveying he doesn’t mind it.
“This is Advance Light element Magician, Dave furthermore also an Advanced Priest.”
Pointing at another magician, Levelia introduced. All priests were also Light magician, but all the light magicians were not priests. A priest was a form of address to a type of job of Light church, so all the peoples of the church could be called priests. They are a bit stronger than normal Light Element Magicians and also have several convenient healing magic. Hence, they are quite precious existence in many groups and organizations.
As for why a priest would join Mercenary or Adventurer’s Group, actually, it’s because the Church didn’t limit or restrict its people in this regard. They can do what they want, as well as, earn money for the Church. It’s quite a strange reason, but as big as the Church Organization that encompassed the entire Continent, you can’t really let them be satisfied with the donations, right?
Projects and events also needed money. Where would they get it? Donation? They can’t just by relying on Donations. Hence, most new priests and veteran priests work as Mercenaries. After all, they cannot just obtain money but also experience, training, and chances of spreading their faith.
“Welcome to our group.”
Contrary to what one might expect, Dave didn’t show any arrogance, just mildly greeted Cian with a smile.
Cian smiled faintly. As what you expect from a priest. Cian didn’t know if Dave was sincere or not, but Priests has always been a good businessman with their smiles. He didn’t care about it and greeted back.
“They are Advance Fighter Paryel and Bramble of Barbarian Bear Clan, calling him Wild Bear is also okay.”
Pointing at that fierce-looking human fighter and Barbarian Bear Clan fighter.
“Hello.” Barbarian Bear said with a humming voice, then stretched his big hand towards Cian, and his eyes showed provocation. Cian just smiled, stretched out his delicate slender hand that looks like a woman's hand, fair and white. If the hand of Barbarian Bear was compared to the hand of an adult, then the hand of Cian was just the hand of a toddler.
One black and one white, two hands held each other—Cian felt a huge surge of power, if he was an ordinary person, then the bones of his hands would have already been squeezed to paste by this Barbarian Bear. But Cian was smiling as before.
If it was before, even if he was a Demon, but with his trash body, he would have succumbed to Barbarian Bear’s strength. However, with Cian’s {Plunder} ability, he had eaten many strong monsters and of course, strengthened his physique and skills. At this moment, his Physical Attributes, especially his STR and AGI had been inflated like balloons.
At this moment, compared to Barbarian Bear, Cian was much stronger. Naturally, with Cian’s character, he wouldn’t forgive this easily and thought to teach him a lesson. He would never let anyone trample him, or try him without being fed with shit!
Activating an additional skill; {Herculean Strength} Cian’s strength stats skyrocketed.
The hand of Cian slowly began to contract, then the face of Barbarian Bear became deathly pale, and he started to break out with a large amount of cold sweats on his skin.
When Cian saw that Barbarian Bear couldn’t endure it anymore, he let go with a faint smile, stepping back. When Cian released his hand, then Barbarian Bear quickly shook his hand continuously. Levelia was surprised as she noticed a deep purple colored five fingermark on the big hand of Barbarian Bear, then she looked towards Cian with a little bit more respect.
As expected of a very young Blue Ranker… he’s really not simple. Just what kind of physique or skill does he have to even rival, worst, surpass the strength the Barbarian Beast Clan?
He wasn’t even sweating or anything…
Is he really a human?!
Levelia was not the only one who noticed it. Even Laran, Dave, Paryel and the Dark Elf seemed to look at Cian in a new light.
“She is our scout and assassin, Aerean.” Levelia didn't try to say anything and ignored their contest of strength, lest the situation might propagate and become worse than it already is. Then, she finally introduced the last one, the Dark Elf. “Don’t look at her beauty, she’s quite deadly. You wouldn’t know how you died when she raised her bow or her daggers.” she joked.
Cian smiled, amused as he stared at the Dark Elf who was also staring at him as well, from top to bottom, as if scrutinizing his every angle. Her beauty definitely reached the ‘Femme Fatale’ standard, able to cause a downfall to at least a City. As expected of wildly known beauties in a Fantasy World. Even if she was not a High Elf, just being an Elf gives her better genes in the appearance aspect.
Cian had seen many beauties in this world like Sitana, his beloved Sister; Oriel, Sibylla, or even Bluebird, and the other high ranking demon ladies and consort such as Marelys Avidhorn or the Vampire Queen, who had their own unique assets that made them stand out among the beauties he had seen before.
They were much more beautiful than any human girl he knew…still, this Dark Elf before him, was just a step inferior compared to them. One must know, Sitana and the others were already among the top beauties in this world that could make any men fall hard.
Cian suppressed his good-for-nothing impulse.
And it was extremely hard to do so…
At this moment, Levelia introduced Cian. When they heard Cian’s rank, they were quite surprised. This youth who seemed younger than even their younger siblings had actually reached Blue rank, they couldn’t help but become extremely amazed and great respect appeared on their eyes.
One must know that the ranks of the Guild are managed extremely strict, and would never let a weaker person pass through the higher levels. After all, the Adventurer Guild was rated highy by each Kingdom and Empire, and Adventurers can be said to be the face of the Guid.
Only about 15 years in age and already a Blue Rank, with this they already knew that his future was limitless.
After knowing Cian’s rank, the attitude of the group finally mellowed down. Cian must have been an expert coming from a good family and was only out for the experience. Cian’s demeanor and character are not like a commoner, but that of a noble, even if he tried to hide it. Each of them thought as such, including Levelia Ornsted.
“Now then, since we are all here… let’s discuss the plan…”
Levelia started as she turned towards her comrades.
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A group of people was walking through a quiet forest.
There were several pairs of alert eyes that continued to scan the dark hidden spots of the surrounding forest while hands tightly gripped the weapons at various waists, ready to handle any sudden occurrences.
Of course, it was none other Cian and the Flame Tyrant Clan with him.
After introducing themselves, and planned several things beforehand, they immediately departed. Cian, of course, didn't have any problem. The only reason he was with this group was to conquer Levelia, as well as, pick up a good monster beast meal; the Basilisk.
What kind of ability would he absorb? Just thinking about it caused Cian to feel somewhat excited.
As veteran adventurers that had survived the deep Mountain Range for many years, they were able to maintain a basic understanding with each other. When they briefly exchanged glances, they could recognize the signs of both safety and danger from the other party’s eyes. This is what they call wonderful teamwork.
Cian followed behind Levelia. A long slender sword could be found hanging on the back of his waist, lying parallel to the ground. Its sheath and hilt were colored black like ink. Ever since they entered the forest, Cian becomes less responsive to the others. Only saying with few words when it was necessary. And of course, he only talks with Levelia. Though, the others take this as normal. After all, Cian was a new member of their group. Being overfamiliar is not a typical characteristic of an expert.
An expert has an expert aloofness.
Even if it was nothing but a play-pretend, they still need to mind their own business, especially in this Winter Mountain Forest. They can only protect their selves by their own power—minding other’s business would just reduce their chances of survival, especially in this dangerous area.
As long as the other party didn’t disturb their focus, nor pit their lives, they will ignore them. In any case, Cian was not a part of their team, and there is no necessity for them to go along with him. This is just a one-time cooperation.
The Winter Mountain Forest was situated on the south edge of Haaravar Empire—the forest spanning almost the two great Cities; the Ice Grass City and the infamous Demon City; Okmahun Demon City.
Since the Monsters and Magical beasts here were numerous, this was also the region where the border between the two cities located in the Winter Mountain was least clear. From looking at a map, the larger part of the explored Winter Mountain area was within the Human Kingdom, but of course, the Demon Empire had never recognized this point.
In fact, even now, both kingdoms are still fighting for territories. Though, at this very moment, the scale tipped on the Demon Side, when the infamous Ice Princess managed to invade and conquered a Trading City from the hands of the Human Empire.
Hence, one can easily understand how painful a mere trading City’s loss to the Human Empire. Each City spells a territory as well as a chance of winning in this war.
Oriel’s hands at this moment must be very busy. As long as she managed to defend the Trading City and placed a foothold there, one can say that in this battle for hegemony within the Winter Mountain, Oriel would be able to obtain a very high chance of success!
The Human Empire should understand this as well. Hence, they should be acting like ants in a frying pan.