Chapter 6: Purple Armour

The mana surged toward the Cobra king's corpse, causing it to emit a radiant purple glow. The bear ceased its relentless assault, stepping back in awe. The luminous corpse commanded attention, capturing the gaze of every onlooker who dared not approach.

Horiz skillfully controlled the mana, converting it into a defensive artifact. In a matter of minutes, the corpse vanished, transforming into a peculiar light that enveloped Horiz's body. The light continued to circulate around him, gradually solidifying and tightening. As the light faded, a suit of armor now covered his form, reminiscent of ancient warriors. The resplendent purple hue of the armor attracted admiration and curiosity from all who beheld it.

Surveying his surroundings, Horiz found himself at the center of attention. Fatigue had accumulated within him, but he pressed on.

The bear lunged toward him, aiming a powerful blow. Unfazed, Horiz stood his ground, testing the durability of the armor. As the colossal punch connected with the armor, a resounding "Tang" echoed throughout the area, accompanied by the swirling of dust and the fluttering of small herbs caught in the waves generated by the collision.

In the next instant, onlookers witnessed Horiz remain steadfast, not even taking a single step back. The armor had proven itself, withstanding the bear's attack without yielding an inch.

With a smile on his face, Horiz directed his hand towards the bear and uttered, "Breeze." To his surprise, the bear was propelled away, crashing into its den. The force of the breeze had far exceeded his expectations, causing him to question his suspicions. Eager to confirm his breakthrough, he hastily accessed his status.

Horiz

Mage: low Rank 2

Artifacts: Divine Metal Door, exclusive Wooden door, Heavy metal sword

Mystic Art: Infinitly Reversible Worldly Mana (Rank 1)

Mana: 2000

"RANK 2," he exclaimed, nearly shouting at the top of his lungs. He had finally surpassed the limitations of rank 1. For days, he had feared being forever trapped at rank 1, but now he had shattered that barrier. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the dream of becoming the strongest in this world, buried deep within his heart, resurfaced. He was determined to ascend to the pinnacle of this realm, igniting hope not only for his own aspirations but also for the goals of every other transmigrator.

Gazing ahead, Horiz noticed two bears charging toward him. Yet, he remained unfazed. "Now was his opportunity to inflict upon them the same pain he had endured within the corpse." He couldn't let this chance slip away or dispatch them too easily.

"Small tornado," Horiz commanded, fixing his gaze upon the approaching bears.

From both sides, a powerful gust of wind materialized, swirling and converging to form a tornado that began drawing everything toward its center. The bears spun within the vortex's core, unleashing chaos upon the once serene landscape. The tornado grew in size, threatening to spiral out of control. Horiz found himself taken aback by the extent of devastation such a seemingly small spell could cause. Quickly realizing the potential consequences, he swiftly canceled the spell, and the winds dissipated in all directions, leaving everything that had been caught in its grasp to fall back to the ground.

It dawned on Horiz that not only had his mana doubled, but its purity had also increased. He was now four times stronger than his previous self. There was so much he needed to test. Although the bears lay on the ground, struggling to rise, Horiz was not finished with them yet. He intended to employ them for further experiments.

"It's time for an accuracy test," Horiz pondered to himself.

"Ice rain," Horiz commanded.

A colossal rune materialized on the cave's ceiling, from which countless ice blades rained down. The blades had grown in size and sharpness, yet Horiz sought to gauge his control over their accuracy. He carefully maneuvered the blades, attempting to bring them closer to the bears without actually hitting or piercing them. His efforts proved partially successful, but Horiz remained unsatisfied with the outcome.

Eager to explore the extent of his newfound strength and mana reserves, Horiz began experimenting with various spells, determined to deplete his mana reserves entirely. He relished the joy of witnessing and assessing his newfound power, akin to the excitement of stepping into a new hotel room or test-driving a new car. Completely engrossed in his exploration, he lost track of time.

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The scent of fear emanated from the bears, their eyes betraying their terror. They now knew who the true boss was. Horiz sprang forward, dashing towards the bears, conjuring an ice sword from thin air. In a swift motion, he severed one bear's neck, and in the next instant, the other bear met a similar fate. Searching for their cores, he was disappointed to find none. Resigned to this fact, he stored their corpses within his ring. He had finally triumphed over the bears. The magnificent purple armor he wore beckoned him to inspect its status, but he took a moment to catch his breath and relax.

A heavy burden weighed upon his mind—the fatigue he had completely forgotten. Without warning,

he collapsed, losing consciousness as sleep engulfed him. It was a consequence of both fatigue and recklessly depleting his mana reserves.

As Horiz regained consciousness, he found himself surrounded by a vast array of spikes, numbering in the thousands. Shocked by the sheer quantity, he realized what had transpired during his slumber. The hedgehogs had relentlessly attacked, their cowardice on full display. Initially, he had planned to spare them, but now his mindset had shifted. As he rose to his feet, he observed the entire hedgehog community standing guard, ready to assail him. If not for the protection offered by his purple armor, he would have perished countless times. He had no intention of allowing a single one of them to survive.

"Burn out," Horiz commanded.

A spark of flame materialized at his location, rapidly spreading like wildfire, engulfing the entire village, including all the hedgehogs that dwelled within. Within a matter of minutes, the village was reduced to ashes. The hedgehogs lay dead, their bodies charred and lifeless. Horiz meticulously collected all the corpses, discovering numerous mana cores among them. An idea sparked within him—to refine these cores into artifacts. He envisioned crafting crossbows that could utilize the spikes embedded in the hedgehogs' bodies.

Filled with excitement, he began gathering the nearby corpses, carefully assessing the ratio of cores to bodies. It was a time-consuming task. Among the 400+ corpses, he counted 256 cores—a ratio of nearly 1:2. Consolidating them, he scrutinized each core, studying the flow and direction of mana within their centers. With the consistent alignment, he realized he could transform each core into a single weapon, unlocking their full potential.

As Horiz activated the mystic art, he delved into controlling and connecting with the mana deeply embedded within the core. Strangely, he felt a greater sense of familiarity compared to his previous attempts. Merely by sensing the core, he could discern that it wouldn't be long before the weapon materialized in his grasp.

The cores began to crack, causing mana to seep out, and everything progressed flawlessly. The corpses transformed into minuscule particles, orbiting around Horiz. The sheer volume of these particles obscured his vision, appearing as a radiant white light when viewed from a distance. The 256 cores shattered, and their respective mana converged around Horiz.

At this moment, Horiz realized the tremendous strain it placed on his mana reserves. Merging so many cores and corpses simultaneously was no simple task. As time elapsed, the burden on his mana intensified, making the process increasingly arduous.

He could sense the cores absorbing his mana, hastening their mana flow. They greedily consumed every bit of his energy.

Nevertheless, Horiz persevered, determined to see it through.

The entire process lasted several minutes, during which Horiz remained steadfast.

Finally, Horiz found himself wielding a crossbow in his hand.

Filled with excitement, Horiz eagerly anticipated testing the newfound weapon and gauging his own strength. He was particularly curious about the potential of his mystic art at this advanced level. However, he remained clueless about how he would further break through his current rank. His primary objective was to ascertain the extent of his power through the utilization of the mystic art.

If he could successfully refine any corpse and core, he would possess the ability to refine even a ninth rank core, ultimately becoming one of the mightiest warriors in the world. Countless possibilities swirled through his mind, but the immediate course of action he settled upon was clear.

He would begin by assessing the strength of the crossbow he now held in his hands.

Despite his desire to delve deeper into the dungeon, Horiz halted his progress upon checking the time on his phone. He had spent a remarkable 11 consecutive days within the dungeon, marking his longest streak thus far. Realizing the necessity of exiting to check his missed calls and messages, he understood that there was no signal within the dungeon, which existed as a separate dimension. Hastily, he made his way out.

For the time being, he postponed his plan to test the crossbow.

Upon unlocking his phone, he discovered multiple messages awaiting his attention, most of them from Han and Alvin. He promptly messaged the others and reached out to the cowardly seniors, who readily accepted his invitation. Their gathering was in celebration of their victory in the summer competition. Horiz held no doubt that he would emerge victorious in the upcoming event.

Gone were his reservations about concealing his true power. Having broken through to rank 2 without guidance or assistance, he resolved to continue forging ahead without relying on external aid. He was not going to be a nobody anymore.

He was prepared to take action.

With the support of his family, he need not fear anyone within the prestigious Magic High. The Kyrus family stood as both a count in the public eye and a fearsome organization in the shadows, instilling fear in the hearts of many. When they clashed with other terror organizations, the aftermath had the potential to lay waste to entire cities and states. Horiz was not one to be easily bullied, and there was no longer a need to conceal his strength.

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