I stood on the balcony of my room in the [Palace of Elf] within the [Elven City of Earth]. This was nice, a moment of peace after the chaos. My mind wandered back to my recent experiences, and as I pondered my Skills, an unexpected thought rushed through me. What if I created a country for the 'Undemonic' and 'Unholy'? It seemed like a wild idea at first, but then it hit me that I had encountered something similar before.
I recalled reading about it in a hidden book I discovered in [The Tower of Un]. The same book where I had learned about [God’s Island]. At the time, I had dismissed it as just another story. But now, after speaking with {Elves}, I began to wonder—could that book have been more than just fiction? What if it was telling the truth? That {Island} is covered in 'Unholy' and 'Undemonic' Magic.
The idea began to take root in my mind. I should visit that {Island}. As I mulled this over, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I opened it to find a maid standing there, looking flustered.
“Excuse me—” she began but stopped abruptly, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment.
I was caught off guard. Realizing I was wearing nothing but a towel around my waist, I chuckled awkwardly. "Oh, sorry about that," I said, stepping into the bathroom to put on some clothes. The voice at [The Tower of Un] had provided me with attire, so getting dressed wasn’t an issue.
Once I was dressed, I returned to the maid. “Princess Maria wants to see you,” she informed me.
“Okay. Lead the way,” I replied, following her through the hall to the main room where Maria sat on a throne.
“Xebecs, I have a question,” Maria began. “Will you come with us to the [Tournament of Holy Empire]? It’s in three months, and I want to introduce you as my subordinate.”
I raised an eyebrow. “A subordinate? I agreed to help you, not work for you.” My tone was a little sharper than I intended, and I could feel the eyes of the {Ministers} in the room narrow in disapproval.
“Why are we treating a child like him with respect? He should be executed,” one of the older {Ministers} spoke out.
Rodri, who had entered the room, responded quickly, “Because he defeated me in just a few seconds. His subordinate trapped me in a fire vortex that I couldn’t dodge, even though I knew it was coming. It was too fast. I could’ve died, but he didn’t kill me.”
At his words, the {Ministers} fell silent, understanding the situation.
Maria turned to me, her voice uncertain. “So, will you come with us and represent us?”
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I looked her in the eye. “Yes, but I have conditions.”
“State your conditions,” she said, her tone growing more commanding, as though she were already an Empress.
I smirked. “First: I want the next three months free. I’m going on a journey and will return just before the tournament. Any issues with that?”
She shook her head. “No problem.”
“Second: If you have any 'Unholy' or 'Undemonic' {Class} individuals you’ve captured, I want them handed over to me,” I added. The room erupted into whispers at this request.
“What will you do with them?” Maria asked, clearly taken aback.
“Anything that helps me grow stronger,” I replied coolly. “Do you accept this?”
She hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yes.”
“Third: I want a {Dwarf} to craft the {Weapons} I need,” I continued.
Maria looked at me thoughtfully. “Okay. Is that everything?”
“I want my basic necessities fulfilled. No questions asked,” I stated firmly.
Maria smiled slightly. “Of course.”
I spent the rest of the day roaming through the [Elven City], taking in the sights with Goblee by my side. Suddenly, I spotted two faces in the crowd—faces that made my stomach churn. They were my classmates. What were they doing here? I thought, a sense of unease creeping in.
I decided to learn more about them, so I checked their Status.
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Status
Name: Ron Selle
Class: [Swordsman]
Job: {Adventurer}
Title: [The person who got kicked out of {Legendary Class}'s Party]
Level: 56/100
Species: Elven Human
Evolution System: {Holy}
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Status
Name: Like Gorner
Class: [Swordsman]
Job: {Adventurer}
Title: No Title
Level: 99/100
Species: Human Spirit
Evolution System: {Holy}
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Their levels were absurdly high, but I was confident they were still weaker than me. Without overthinking it, I approached them.
“Excuse me,” I called out, hoping they wouldn’t recognize me. “I’m looking to hire some {Adventurers}. Can you point me in the right direction?”
They exchanged looks before Ron spoke up. “We can help. We’re {Adventurers}.”
“Really? Thanks! I’m Xebecs, and this is Goblee. I need help finding some plants in the [Dark Jungle]. Will you assist me?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
Ron nodded. “Of course. But what’s the pay?”
“[10 Silver] per person,” I replied, watching their jaws drop.
“Isn’t that a bit much?” Like asked, but Ron elbowed him before he could continue.
“We need to leave now,” I said, “Will you do it?”
The whole team agreed, and as we walked toward the [Dark Jungle], I split them into groups. Ron and Like would come with me, and the other two would go with Goblee.
“Master, what is the [Dark Jungle]?” Goblee asked as we walked.
“It’s a {Forest} where sunlight doesn’t touch the ground because the trees are so thick and dense,” I explained.
We reached the entrance, and I turned to Ron and Like. “You two come with me, the others will follow Goblee.”
“Where do you two come from?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Faraway Land,” they replied.
We walked for a while, and once I sensed there were no other life forms nearby, I drew my [Katana] from [Spatial Storage] and strapped the sheath to my waist.
“Hey,” I said, still walking ahead. “Do you know Hayate Kakashi?”
They froze, their eyes wide. When they turned to look at me, they saw my [Katana] resting on my shoulder, and the [Bloodlust Aura] I exuded killed the plants around me.
“We shouldn’t have done this,” Ron muttered as both of them unsheathed their {Swords}.
“You’re right,” I said, my voice cold. I dashed toward them, and our {Swords} collided with a resounding clash.