Damien was the first to act, as he swiftly moved his hands to his face and tearing off his Keith’s skin, and revealing a gleaming golden mask.
Beneath the mask, there was no expression at all, he was emanating an icy aura.
The only visible feature was the space between the eyes, which Terran fixated on.
Terran’s gaze fixated on the mesmerizing charm exuded by the pupils before him.
He carefully studied the intricate details of the golden mask, yet found himself unable to discern any significant information from it.
He also realized that the mask possessed a powerful concealment ability, preventing him from using his mental energy to uncover Cardinal Damien’s true appearance.
"Well, well, I thought we were making progress and that I would finally see your real face, Who would’ve guessed you had yet another disguise beneath the first one?, How long have you been ying this Keith game?" Terran asked yfully, while maintaining his battle-ready stance.
The Cardinal’s green mes intensified, signaling his growing seriousness.
Terran could sense the shift in the atmosphere.
Suddenly, a loud crack and a booming sound caught Terran’s attention.
He turned to the Minotaur, whom he had previously overlooked despite being their initial opponent.
The Minotaur unleashed his Domain, causing a flickering broken crown to materialize on his head.
The Cardinal’s eyes changed, even though he still wore his mask.
Terran couldn’t see his emotions, but he knew that things were about to escte to a whole new level of difficulty.
#At the War God Mage Academy#
"Emergency, Elder! The power levels released during the Blood Moon Battle in Latvia City have far exceeded our estimates,"
a young mage rushed into Elder Alfred’s peak , shouting.
The old man, who had beenzily lounging about, groaned in annoyance at the sight of the approaching mage.
"Beatrice, please help me get rid of this troublemaker, Come up with any excuse you can think of, as long as I don’t have to deal with him,"
Elder Alfred said, his snoring almost causing his nose to twitch.
Beatrice observed from the sidelines as her master gave her amand she had no interest in carrying out.
"I won’t do that, master, Someone’s life might be in danger, You should take responsibility for your duties,"
she replied, her face remaining cold and devoid of visible emotion.
"You ungrateful disciple!, How dare you speak to your master like that?, And this isn’t even my responsibility, It was that Dean who put me in charge, He’s always been a thorn in my side, constantly trying to shorten my sleeping hours, Ahhh, I can’t take it anymore! I’ll kill everyone responsible for cutting into my rest time!" Elder Alfred eximed.
Initially, he had been calm, but upon realizing his precious sleep was at stake, he flew into a fit of anger and carried the young mage who had delivered the message.
Beatrice couldn’t help but smile as she witnessed her master move for the first time in days.
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She had tried everything to motivate him, but all her efforts had failed.
The Dean had been relentless in assigning him more work, which led to his decision to retire from taking on disciples.
Although Beatrice knew he was a skilled master with a vast knowledge base, hisziness was undeniably a Big w.
"Come back safely, master,"
Beatrice whispered silently as she watched her master depart from the academy in a streak of light. She then returned to the book the old man had given her to read.
The book’s covers were torn, but the contents remained intact.
On the first page, there was a title that read, "Strings of Illusion: Unveiling the Puppeteer’s Art."
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#Meanwhile, inside the Abyss Realm near the Orcs’ kingdoms...#
"Finally, we can remove the crown from your head after waiting for so long," Arthur grumbled.
They had been waiting all day for the crown to be ineffective, allowing Alec to return to his normal state and use his mana.
"Just a few more minutes, it should be happening soon!" Agnes added.
"I can’t wait!" Knight chimed in.
They had all eagerly wanted to venture deep into the Outer Ring of the Abyss battlefield after James had willing exined to them where Igor wanted them to spend five days.
Although it was just the outer ring of the Abyss Battlefield but, it was a ce where the geniuses of the second dimension races engaged in life and death battles.
The longer they stayed, the greater the rewards, but also the longer they stay the greater the danger involved.
And With their cultivation levels increased, they felt confident and eager to test their strength against others, after being cooped up in the edge of the Abyss battlefield.
The sanguine crown finally emitted a humming sound before turning white and floating off Alec’s head,nding gently on his hands, Upon witnessing this, everyone cheered.
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Meanwhile, Alec stood rooted to the ground, unable toprehend the experience, he was going through .
His mana, which had been sealed until now, was no longer restricted and had the opportunity to flow through his body once more.
He felt an incredible sense of satisfaction as his mana coursed through his veins and bloodstreams, spreading throughout his entire body.
making him establish a connection back with his Mana pool that seems to have dissappeared, However, this astonishing feeling was not what surprised him.
He hastily Summoned all his golems, including the system spirit own , Alec shocked everyone by putting the crown back on.
Despite the incident, he remained focused on the notification disyed on his screen, hoping that the next time he removed the crown, it would provide him with a simr notification.
[Mana flow recovered]
[New stats naturally increased by +10
]
[Mental stats increased by +2 due to 24-hour restriction on essing mana caused by the Arcane Lock Crown]
[Status Tab]
Name: Alec Gordons
Race: Human
Level: 24
Tier: 2 [low]
Experience till next level: 82,000 / 200,000
[Attributes]
Strength: 104
Agility: 55
Endurance: 65
Mentality: 12 (+12)
Mana: (3679/5,000) [Recovering]
Affinity: Earth (high)+, Fire (high)+
Avable points: 9
System points: 142,007