“Young master, please slow down,” Bran complained, breathing heavily.
“Hurry up, you slowpoke. Move faster!” Elysian exclaimed. Grinning, he shook his head and continued, “If you don’t, I’ll eat all the meat pie they’re selling.”
Gritting his teeth, Bran sprinted like a bull, seeing red in front of him. With the determination of an unstoppable juggernaut, he barreled through everyone on his way, screaming, “No one can take my meat pie!”
“Oh, for f*ck’s sake!” he muttered. Amused by his servant’s shouting, he chuckled as he watched him pass through a throng of people quite easily. Well, not really easily, considering those people were yelling at him, and some were even hurling insults.
“Hey!”
“Watch it!
“Be careful!”
“Bastard!”
Bran did not care, however; he just put all his attention on getting to his meat pie faster.
“Food really does wonders for some people,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Hey, wait for me!” he shouted, trying to catch up to the young servant, well aware that it was futile. Still, he tried, knowing full well that if he dallied a little, there might not be any food left for him. “You better not eat all of the meat pie, you big oaf!”
“From now on, I need to be careful when teasing him about food,” Elysian said. Breathing heavily after the intense run on top of a very strenuous training session that morning, he stopped and glanced ahead. His jaw dropped, quickly exclaiming, “Hey, you big oaf, how many did you eat?”
The servant merely gave him a brief look before resuming to eat again, devouring one slice at a time.
Elysian just sighed, glancing at the vendor who was engrossed in Bran's eating spree, before saying, “Hey, can I have one?” When he did not respond, fully focused on the spectacle, the boy repeated, “Hey, excuse me! Can I have one?”
“Ah! Of course, young master,” the vendor said, bowing in apology. Returning to this stall, he showed two slices and said, “Young master, there are only two slices left.”
“Really?!” he barked, turning to the young servant, who only grinned at him. Taking the remaining meat pies, he mumbled in annoyance, “Despicable bastard!”
Seated in front of Bran, he stealthily reached for a slice from his plate before having his hand swatted away.
“Hey, that’s mine!” the young servant declared, grinning at him.
“You pick things up quickly, my friend,” Elysian sighed, starting to eat his meager share.
“Here, my friend,” Bran said, playfully giving him a slice of pie, hoping to lift his dour mood.
“Well, that’s a surprise,” he chuckled, amused by the older boy’s action. “You, sharing food.”
“Well,” Bran grinned at him. “Since you’re the one who will pay for it.”
Elysian suddenly laughed so hard that he nearly fell from his chair. After regaining his composure, he frowned and joked, “Bastard!” Staring at Bran, who returned the look with a grin, he quipped, “Seems food does wonders on you, turning you into quite the wise-ass.”
Both of them suddenly laughed again, they created their own little world as people glanced at them, surprised by their sudden joyous outburst.
Slowly eating his meat pie, Elysian kept glancing silently at the lumbering servant, who was focused on his food again, pondering the new information that he had learned the previous night. Not the information about his parents, but something much more personal—much more inherent in him. Using his abilities on the servant, he did not expect much. Well, that was a lie. He did expect something, given the older boy’s size; however, the result surpassed even his wildest imagination.
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Seeing this last night was surprising, and even now, upon looking at it for the second time, it still shocked him.
‘He is more talented than Osric by a whole level. Even his potential surpasses that of the other boy. Additionally, he possesses a trait that the other boy doesn’t have.
Metallic Veins…Metallic Veins?
What does that mean? His vein is metallic? That doesn’t sound right. This likely means that Bran has an elemental property. But why doesn’t it show? It would have helped if there is a description of the trait. No matter how hard I try, nothing shows.
There’s also a nuance that I’ve noticed, like the bloodline having a double question mark. From the description, it says that the bloodline is very rare. This is good; however, it is very challenging to understand all of this without a control sample for a proper comparison.’
Elysian sighed, looking at his own status window.
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‘True name? What is a true name?
This is the first time I’ve heard about it, which is weird since I once reached a high level of cultivation and have seen many things in my past life.
Also, the words written on it are in the form of glyphs that I’ve never seen before. Strangely enough, I can understand its meaning instantly. It’s as if the meaning resonated with me in some weird way. How can this be possible?
There seems to be some power hidden in that name that I can’t quite describe. This is really weird.
What does ‘Purveyor of Past Lamentations’ even mean?
Hmm, ‘purveyor’ is similar to merchants, but they’re typically associated with the supply of goods and services that are of high quality or specialized ones. ‘Lamentations,’ on the other hand, refers to the expression of grief or sorrow.
Is this related to my past life?
What does this even do?
It seems that’s a question I can’t answer at the moment. From the description that’s written, true names seem to be extremely rare. Well, it's even rarer than I originally thought. If this is true—that in the history of this world, only a select few individuals have gotten true names—it means this is extremely valuable. Well, this is good. It only means that this might be very useful to me.
Hmm, in cultivation, it says that I’m F1. This is my first time hearing, or maybe, in this case, seeing, such a designation. It seems the ‘Eye of Sacraeon’ has its own rating system. The cultivation level I’m at now is what is commonly referred to as the awakening stage. Even in the desert and the east, they also use the same name for this stage. This isn’t really surprising since this awakens the body’s latent energy and connects it to the world, entering the path of cultivation.
Hmm, the core rating isn’t really surprising since I’ve already experienced it in the past. The thing that’s useful, however, is the rating itself. From Bran’s description earlier, it called his talent, which is a B, to be rare. If I remember correctly, Osric has a talent of C-, which is described as excellent. My own talent, which is an F+, is called common.
From the information that I have, it seems that the rating that ‘Eye of Sacraeon’ uses is from F to A. I don’t know if there’s anything lower than F or higher than A.
F is common.
E is unknown. From the known pattern, an E rating should exist.
D is also unknown, the same with E.
C is excellent.
B is rare.
A is epic.
From this information, I’m starting to see a much clearer picture of how the artifacts’ ratings work. Also, I needed to literally die in order to get an epic core rating. Bran’s potential looks even more impressive the more I think about it.
Wait…wait, this…
‘Common,’ ‘excellent,’ ‘rare,’ and ‘epic.’
Haven’t I seen this before? Isn’t this how items are categorized?
Of course, it is. ‘Eye of Sacraeon’ is an artifact, so it evaluates all things based on what it knows. I’m so dumb! Now, it all makes sense.
If I’m right, E is uncommon, while D is superior. So, the rating would be like this…
F is common.
E is uncommon.
D is superior.
C is excellent.
B is rare.
A is epic.
If this is based on item ratings, then there should be something higher than epic, like legendary items. If that’s the case, what would its letter designation be?
Hmm, an S? If I remember correctly, the Abyssal Worm has a rating of S.
Hmm, the ‘Eye of Sacraeon’ should be a legendary artifact. No, it would be at least a legendary artifact, but more likely, it would be even higher.
Let see—element.
Now, I have an element. In the past, I didn't have one. Hmm, the description is accurate. Time is a very rare element. I’ve only encountered two practitioners in my past life who use this, and I’ve traveled far and wide on two continents—the desert and the east.
Having a rare element doesn’t really equate to having a stronger one; it only means it's unique. All elements are actually equal in a sense; each has its strengths and weaknesses. Where it truly shines is in how you use it—your creativity. Sure, having a rare one means that few people know how to counter it, but it also means that finding skills and abilities related to that element will be extremely hard.
Just the thought of it is enough to give me a headache.'
Elysian sighed, thinking about his element. As he read the remarks again, he wanted to yell some curses; reading them had always gotten on his nerves.
‘The remarks might be frustrating, but they provided a lot of new information. It seems the creator of this artifact has a true name as well. I’m sure that the creator of ‘Eye of Sacraeon’ isn’t an ordinary person. If that’s the case, it bodes well for me.
I will have to agree, though, that my true name is too depressing. It isn’t too surprising since my life before was a tragedy. Depressing or not, I’m just thankful that I have one, even though I don’t know its uses yet.
‘But your potential is not too bad,’ hmm…
Okay, this is weird. Reading something not dripping in negativity from the ‘Eye of Sacraeon’ is basically a compliment. Seems like it’s starting to grow soft on me.’
“You’ve gotten soft,” Elysian teased, grinning widely while staring at his food.
“Young master, are you talking to me?” Bran asked, looking up, meat pie in hand.
“Who else would I be talking to, you big oaf?” he scoffed, starting to eat his food again. “We’re the only ones at this table.”
“Don’t worry, young master. The more I train, the harder I’ll become.”
Elysian could only shake his head before he continued, “With the amount you’re eating, I highly doubt your training will have any effect. I reckon you’ll only get worse.”
Bran tried to counter his argument, but his mouth was so full of food that the words that came out were incomprehensible; he could only sigh. Shaking his head, he returned to eat his meat pie.
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“Good afternoon, uncle,” he greeted, smiling as he stepped into his office.
“Huh, nephew!” Lysander exclaimed, excitedly embracing Elysian. “How are you?”
“I’m well,” he replied with a slightly awkward smile. Instead of embracing back, he just gently tapped the back of his uncle. “I wanted to apologize for what happened last time.”
“There’s no need to apologize, nephew. I understand your situation,” Lysander assured. Meeting his eyes, he added, “By the way, Edmund discussed something with me that concerns you.”
“Oh, really?” Elysian chuckled, raising an eyebrow.