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Chapter 109 The Crown of Embers

Having officially entered the ranks of professionals, Roland felt better than ever before.

Much like when he first comprehended "magic perception," the world once again lifted a gentle veil around him, revealing its complex yet pure essence.

Consciousness detached from the body in an instant, flowing through the air like water, witnessing the blood-soaked figure below.

This state is strange, like the soul being extracted but still connected to the body by an invisible "umbilical cord".

He could see himself kneeling on the ground, the fleeting look of surprise on Verra's face, and the fear in the eyes of the mage in the distance as he turned his head.

The next second, the field of vision suddenly expanded.

The world unveiled a second curtain to him.

Everything is in motion; the air is no longer nothingness, but countless tiny points of light drifting slowly, some bright, some dim, some still, and some as fast as shooting stars.

They collide, shift, and merge with each other, like a magnificent river invisible to the naked eye, flowing ceaselessly, unhindered by time and space.

This is magic—the breath of the world, the pulse of all things, clearer, more real, and more tangible than the last time I saw it.

Roland's gaze sank downwards, disappearing into the thick rocks, revealing the undulating blue crystal veins that lay dormant underground.

They are breathing, vibrating at a certain frequency, emitting a faint halo, and connecting with each other, enveloping the entire mountain range in a huge net.

The Blue Crystal Heart is the center of the net.

Clear and dazzling, it hovered in the cave and rotated slowly, each rotation causing ripples to spread across all the blue crystal ore. It wasn't that there was no energy leakage, but rather that it was resonating with the blue crystal vein, letting the entire mountain range bear the loss for it.

Roland withdrew his gaze and looked at his opponent.

Verra was enveloped in a dark red glow, which spread to every corner of her body and condensed in the dark red runes on her wrists. The runes collided with the magical particles in the air, producing a soft hissing sound.

It is both absorption and annihilation.

It is both the price and the source.

Further away, a vortex swirled around the tip of the mage's staff, constantly dissipating and being replenished by the magic in the air.

The shield-wielding warrior's shield was covered with a thin, earthy-yellow film, which was the retention of energy; tiny specks of light wriggled from the wounds on the ranger's body, which was the effect of the life-saving potion.

Even though the blood patterns on the chest of the dead Bloodthorn Guardian have disappeared, the remaining energy still swirls around it, like ink seeping into the bottom of a lake, gradually losing its trace.

The staff of the nobleman's private mage was already broken, and wisps of silvery white light drifted from the broken end, indicating that the inscribed runes were dissolving.

Magic never dies; it only adds new paths.

The view rises, passing over the rocks, through the cave ceiling, and onto the ground.

He saw the wind and snow still raging, each grayish-white snowflake carrying a faint icy blue light, the aura of water element, which merged into the falling water vapor, becoming part of the natural phenomenon.

He saw in the direction of the kingdom's fortress a huge black dent spreading out, like a festering wound, emitting a putrid smell, a trace of countless deaths.

He saw the direction of the imperial reinforcements, where a huge orange-red pillar of light shot into the sky, almost obscuring half of the sky. It was a powerful professional casting a spell, pulling together the chaotic magical energy.

He saw further into the distance, in places he had never been before, now shimmering with magnificent colors.

Green orbs of light flicker in the forest, exuding an ancient and profound aura; at the edge of the stars, brilliant golden light flashes, the gaze of the gods; in the void, black vortexes swirl, the entrance to a secret realm.

So this is what it means to be extraordinary.

Roland had an epiphany: it was not about fighting against all things, colliding with the world, or greedily taking everything.

Instead, it allows us to glimpse the essence of energy, to coexist, resonate, and co-exist with those flowing rivers.

You fight for it, and it heals you.

You are driven mad by it, but it brings you clarity.

You destroy it, it gives you new life.

Consciousness re-entered the body.

Azure light burst forth from the energy fluctuations, leaping and drilling into every cell of his body, cheering as it washed over every pore, replacing the past and shaping the future.

Roland stood up, an unprecedented surge of power coursing through his body, leaving an imprint on his soul.

Before his eyes, a large amount of semi-transparent text had already appeared, flashing and waiting for him to examine it.

Congratulations! Your attribute caps have been reached (Constitution 10, Strength 10, Agility 11, Perception 10, Charisma 7)

Congratulations! Your combat skill type has met the requirements (Parry Counterattack, Heavy Slash, Ring Blade Strike, Precision Lock-On, Magic Perception)

Congratulations! You have completed several inauguration ceremonies. Details are as follows.

1. "Fight to the death": In many battles, he fought with unwavering willpower and turned the tide three times in desperate situations.

From the necromancer of Blessed Cemetery to Hector the "Black Sheep" of Broken Rock Town, and then to the second son of the king in the Kingdom Fortress—wherever the sword strikes, you are always the one who stands at the very end.

Suitable professions: Warrior, Berserker, Unyielding 2. "Seeing the Way": Within a month, set foot in three extraordinary places that are difficult for ordinary people to see, and stay in each place for no more than seven days.

—From the shadows of the Mithril Corridor to the forges of the Dwarven Realms, from the ashes of the dungeons to the snowstorms of the Blue Ridge Mountains—the path you have walked is becoming a legend.

Suitable professions: Windwalker, Wanderer, Voidwalker 3. "Nameless Reputation": Your reputation is noticed by three medium-sized or larger forces without being actively promoted, and you are listed as a key target.

—Your name has quietly spread in unknown places. The adventurers of Broken Rock Town envy your divine favor, the guards fear your slaughter, and even the Empress of the Empire has heard of you. —Praise and curses are often the prelude to faith.

Suitable professions: Anonymous, Shadow Crown, Body of Praise 4. "Touch of Fate": Significantly alters the fate of three or more people through one's own actions, and triggers at least one large-scale regional change.

—From the birth of Aletta to the death of Casper, from the collapse of the Shadow Assembly to the decline of the Kingdom of Kessel—every touch you make involves the past, present, and future.

Suitable Classes: Crown of Embers, Marker, Orb Marker [Assessing your combat style, temperament, and soul imprint ————]

[Assessment Completed]

Congratulations! You have successfully become the "Crown of Embers"!

[The core professional abilities "Spellmark Vision", "Loser's Title", and "Ember Moment" have been acquired]

boom!!!

Azure energy erupted from within him, surging outwards like a tidal wave, eventually condensing into a faint outline in front of Roland, like a burning crown, or a throne with countless overlapping phantoms.

Those phantoms had the pointed ears of elves, the furnaces of dwarves, and the daggers of assassins; they flashed by and became part of his body.

Then, Roland saw it.

That combat skill, that dead person waiting to be awakened.

He was reaching out his hand.

He wanted to wield the sword alongside himself.