Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Leylin highly valued the innate superpowers unique to this world.

He was well aware of the unique value of "innate abilities" in this world.

Some superpowers have unimaginably high limits; they are unique talents outside the rules. Therefore, he has always consciously recruited such special talents.

However, the Kingdom of Inberia only has about 5 million people. With one in 200 people possessing a natural ability, there must be at least tens of thousands of people with this ability.

But the proportions aren't that simple, and most of the superpowers are either weak or have limited uses, offering no help whatsoever to the challenges he faces.

Over the years, through the royal intelligence network and his own screening, he has only found twelve capable and promising talents.

Including Ciri, whom we encountered today, this special team consists of only thirteen people.

"The quantity is still too small..." Leylin thought to himself.

However, given the limited population base and stringent selection criteria, this is all the resources that can be mobilized at present.

After Rayleigh introduced Ciri to the other 12 people, and they got to know each other, they took Ciri back to the magic academy.

All he needed was Ciri's unique "real vision" ability, not to restrict her personal freedom.

He will naturally seek out Ciri's innate abilities when he needs them in the future; otherwise, he should just let her continue her studies.

After all, it's impossible to truly restrict her personal freedom and force her to simply work obediently without having to think about anything else; that's simply not feasible.

Leylin only needs her innate ability, not her as a person.

Leylin left right at the entrance of the magic academy.

Ciri sorted out everything she had just witnessed.

She never expected that Prince Leylin, who outwardly insisted that he only knew fifth-order magic, was hiding such a deep secret.

Ciri believed that he possessed that terrifying magical power, the legendary seventh-order magic that only gods could use.

Moreover, His Highness Leylin actually has a secret force composed of people with powerful innate supernatural abilities.

Although there are only 13 people.

But Ciri considered the strength of those people.

One of them was also a magic caster, but his terrifying magical power, even if far inferior to Prince Leylin, far surpassed that of most people in the academy, and was even much stronger than the dean who could use fifth-order magic.

Prince Leylin's energy is truly powerful.

As she was thinking this, Ciri overheard some whispers from her classmates.

"Huh? Isn't that the top student in the academy? The one who came to see her off earlier seems to be the legendary Prince Leylin."

"His Highness Leylin visits the magic academy frequently; he's not exactly a legendary figure."

"Why are those two walking together? Could it be... something's going on?"

"How could that be? Prince Leylin already has a princess consort, how could he possibly be entangled with other people?"

"What do you know? It's normal for nobles to have a few mistresses, isn't it?"

"So, does that mean I also have a chance...?"

Listening to the whispers of those classmates, it was clear that these people were only thinking about love and romance and didn't understand Prince Leilin at all.

Ciri snorted coldly, and all the students immediately fell silent, not daring to say another word.

Ciri then left.

Then, the students continued to whisper among themselves.

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Raylin turned his attention back to the research and development of the [Bloodline Evolution Potion].

On the lab bench, he was analyzing the latest batch of data.

"After extracting the blood of the Deadpool-turned goblin, purifying and re-refining it, the corrosiveness of the new version of the potion has indeed been reduced, but the side effect of accelerated cell division leading to shortened lifespan still exists."

The direct harm of the drug to the human body has been greatly reduced, but it is still far from meeting the standards of a safe and controllable "enhancing agent".

"More experimental data is needed to optimize the formula..."

He put away his notebook and prepared to head to the border again to collect experimental materials; this time, he might need some stronger volunteers.

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Let's stop here for now.

Let's take a look at what's happening in the Orc Kingdom.

An orc army of about 10,000 men was marching across the wasteland, kicking up dust.

At the head of the group was the commander of this operation, Siba, one of the ten great beast generals of the orc kingdom. He was as tall and strong as a mountain, wearing rough metal plate armor, and had a hideous old scar on his face.

Beside it, an elderly orc advisor was earnestly advising, "General Siba, the King's orders are clear: first, send a formal note to the Kingdom of Inberia to demand the return of property lost before this. Only if negotiations break down can we consider military intimidation; it is absolutely not a direct war!"

"Negotiation? With those two-legged sheep?" Siba exhaled a puff of hot air from his nostrils, his voice rough and full of disdain.

"The best way to deal with humans is to make them tremble under our claws and fangs! Just storm their borders, take back what's ours, and maybe even collect some interest – that's the orc way!"

"General! Our objective is to reclaim the spoils and avert a full-scale war! Inberia is no pushover; they possess powerful magic casters and elite legions!" The advisor tried to emphasize the consequences.

But General Siba just felt that this staff member was very long-winded.

When facing other orcs or alien monsters, you need some specific strategies. But when facing humans, what special strategies do you need? Just charge in and slaughter them all, isn't that enough?

"General Siba, our purpose in coming here is only to reclaim the property that the kingdom lost before, not to attack the Kingdom of Inberia. Please understand."

His staff continued to offer advice, but General Siba was already fed up.

"I understand, of course I understand. Those humans were acquired by the King from that nomadic tribe. They are the King's assets, and we should naturally take them back."

General Siba first agreed with his advisor's statement, and then continued speaking.

"But Your Majesty has your own desires, and we have our own goals. We've come all this way with such a large army, going to great lengths, only to recoup some of the interest that humans stole from us before? Can't we make them return the principal and interest to us?"

General Siba's voice boomed: "Those lowly humans dared to plunder the kingdom's property while I, General Siba, was away, and they even slaughtered many of my fellow orcs! This grudge cannot go unavenged! Those humans must pay for their blood debt! My hatred cannot be appeased without killing some people!"

"General, you mustn't!" The staff member tried to dissuade General Siba, but General Siba pushed him away.

"You scoundrel, if you dare to stop me again, I'll make you regret it!"

General Siba shouted to the orc army behind him, "My brave brethren! Those greedy and cowardly humans, more than a year ago, despicably attacked our allies, robbed the King of his wealth, and slaughtered our brothers! Now, they are behind that ridiculous stone wall! Tell me, what should we do?!"

While shouting loudly, General Siba used its unique skills, infusing the orc army with characteristics such as excitement, bloodlust, and fearlessness through its shouts.

Following General Siba's loud shout, all the orcs became excited, their eyes glowing red and their bodies exuding a bloodthirsty aura.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!! Take everything back!!!" The orc soldiers' eyes began to turn red, and the bloodlust and rage stirred up by the battle cries filled the air.

Seeing that his troops were in high spirits, General Siba immediately shouted, "That's right! Let their blood and cries pay for our debt! Let their towns and granaries fill our bags! Orc warriors, follow me—crush them!"

"Crush them!!!"

"Charge!"

"Kill all of humanity!"

The berserk effect of the War Cry was fully unleashed, and the entire army transformed into a raging torrent, abandoning all regard for formation and roaring as it charged at full speed toward the distant city wall, the earth trembling under the iron hooves and heavy stomping.

On the watchtower of the northern city wall of Inberia, the sentry's expression changed drastically.

"Orcs! A large orc army is approaching!"

"No messengers, no banners...they're charging straight in!"

"Light the flames! Sound the alarm! The orcs are invading—!!!"

The mournful tolling of bells and the billowing smoke of war instantly shattered the peace of the border.