Star Forge Titan

"Father, we don't know whether my sister is alive or dead. I volunteer to lead the silver knights of the Royal Guard to search for her!" As soon as he entered the door, Ostolfo knelt on one knee and shouted loudly.

"It's not the time yet." The current Demon King Gustav looked at his youngest son with a gentle expression, his eyes flashing with wisdom.

"Then how long do we have to wait? My sister has disappeared without a trace since she separated from the entourage. If we don't send anyone to rescue her, are we going to let those rebels continue to hunt her down?!" Ostolfo shouted loudly, almost rudely.

"Now is not the time." Gustav shook his head.

"Before you take over the throne of the Demon King, the Royal Guard Knights cannot leave Evanmore, and you yourself cannot leave either." The weakened Demon King calmly said these words that shocked Ostolfo.

"Why? Shouldn't my sister inherit the Crown of Time and become the 43rd Demon King?" Ostolfo asked in panic.

"Because, cough, cough, cough!" Gustav burst into a heart-wrenching cough before he could finish his words.

"Father!" Ostolfo hurried forward to help him pat his back and calm down.

"I don't have much time left." Gustav took a deep breath and calmly stated the fact that he would not live long.

"No! I..." Ostolfo's eyes were hot but he couldn't say any words of comfort. He also knew that what his father said could happen at any time.

"After your sister disappeared, the contradiction between the aristocracy and the reformists became more and more obvious. If the kingdom does not have an heir to sit in the palace to stabilize the people's hearts, then the situation may completely get out of control." Gustav explained slowly, enduring the severe pain brought by the recurrence of his old injury.

"Evanmore must not panic. Now that I may fall at any time and your sister has no news, the people of Elrond need to see a successor who can take my throne at any time." The tough old demon king held his young son's hand tightly and spoke word by word.

"...I understand." Ostolfo was completely unable to resist his father's momentum, and could only answer dejectedly.

"Go, go and be with those who support you, but don't let them see your weak side, otherwise even the originally loyal subjects may become wavering." Patting his youngest son's shoulder earnestly, Gustav motioned him to leave.

After watching Ostolfo leave, he let out a sigh of relief, followed by another violent coughing fit.

Sitting alone on his hospital bed, the old devil, looking at the darkened bloodstains on his palm, had a bitter expression on his face. He looked up at the large portrait hanging on the wall and couldn't help but sigh again.

The painting shows a family of three. At that time, Ostolfo was not yet born. The person at the back was myself in my prime, holding on to a chair with a loving expression.

The woman sitting on the chair holding the young Afrediya was Queen Elrond, who had not appeared for several years.

The queen had a unique wheat-colored skin and brilliant golden hair. Behind her ears grew a pair of curly horns similar to Afrediya's, but the color was covered in a layer of iridescent golden red.

Seeing the things reminded him of someone, Gustav couldn't help but sigh in a low voice:

"My love, my dearest, where are you now?"

At the same time, Afrediya, who was far away in the northern ice field, was inviting Ivan with a serious face.

"In the name of the future 43rd Demon Lord of Elrond, please sign a contract with me!"

Realizing that the pair of bright ruby ​​eyes were looking at him intently, Alvin was stunned. He knew very well what the word "contract" meant to the Gusmith royal family.

At the beginning, when we just arrived in this wild land with our tribesmen, the ancestor of the Gusmith family, as the leader, made a covenant with everyone. Since they call us the demons, then I am willing to become the demon king, the strongest and best demon king who leads the demons to prosperity!

From then on, the contract became sacred and inviolable to the royal family of Gusmith.

Every member of the Gusmith royal family must execute an agreement in the name of a contract even at the cost of their own lives.

When Princess Afrediya said this at this moment, it meant that she would completely trust the person in front of her, even if they had only known each other for less than a day.

"Why me?" Ivan asked in confusion.

Even he couldn't understand why the other party made this decision. From a rational point of view, it was impossible to interpret the reason.

"Who knows? Maybe it's a woman's intuition." Afrediya smiled, looking natural and free and easy.

“…” This answer made Alvin at a loss for words.

"Cough." The eldest princess coughed lightly. Perhaps because the fire was too strong, her delicate face couldn't help but turn slightly red.

"I want to stop the undead's plot, but I don't have a single knight by my side."

"That won't do." Afrediya mustered up the courage to step forward.

"So, please sign a contract with me and become the Demon King's Black Knight!"

The Black Knight, a hidden profession in the Elrond camp, is a powerful existence that has undergone a full set of transformation secrets held by the Elrond royal family. It possesses extremely strong combat power and once broke through the army of thousands of people with thirteen riders.

but……

"I refuse!" Alvin said without hesitation.

The Black Knight must remain by the side of the Demon Lord he serves, but if he wants to change the future, there will be many things he needs to do, as many as the stars in the sky, and he cannot stay in Elrond alone.

As for hidden professions, does he, with the blood of a giant, need hidden professions? As a professional player, would he lack hidden professions?

"Huh?! Why? Is it because this body is now empty?" Afrediya's expression changed.

"Indeed, neither the fiefdom nor the title is something I can promise you now, but, but..." As if she thought of something, the eldest princess's face became redder and redder.

"I need a knight, and the price is everything I can afford right now! In other words, the price is myself. This is the only thing I can give up of my own will. So..." Afrediya lowered her head, her fair cheeks and neck flushed red.

As if gambling all her courage for the rest of her life, the red-haired girl closed her eyes and shouted out the next words.

"Please, be my man!"

"Wait, wait, do you know what you are saying?" Alvin looked flustered. He was completely stunned by the eldest princess's sudden attack.

"Although, although I have never come across such a thing, I have read in books that boys and girls from ordinary families rely on that and that to decide the rest of their lives, don't they?" The eldest princess' voice also revealed a sense of panic, and she felt her heart beating rapidly.

"Huh?! What's that? Aren't you a scholar? Why would you read that kind of book?" Alvin said incoherently.

"Hehe, before I became a scholar, I was also an eighteen-year-old girl." The eldest princess raised her head with a righteous look, and her swan-like white neck looked even more slender and beautiful.

"Hey, you are older than me?" The fifteen-year-old black-haired boy's attention was focused on a strange place.

"Wait, are you younger than me? That's impossible!?" Afrediya's eyes widened in disbelief.

Mature way of speaking, sophisticated way of dealing with things, and insightful vision, how could such a guy be younger than me?

"Although it sounds a bit strange, I am indeed only fifteen years old now." Alvin said shamelessly.

"This, this kind of thing isn't important, right? My mother was two hundred years older than my father when she married him." For a moment, the eldest princess Afrediya's thoughts were obviously led astray.

"Indeed, wouldn't that be better..."

Ivan was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted.

"No, we can't generalize the immortal species!" The black-haired boy showed a speechless expression, and sighed in his heart that the Demon King was really powerful. Well, it might also be that the Queen was really powerful.

The two seemed to realize something at the same time and fell into an awkward silence.

Weren't they talking about the contract? How did it suddenly become this sweet and sour topic...

"Huh, I rejected this proposal because I cannot stay in the court of Elrond for a long time as a Black Knight." Ivan was the first to regain his composure, but there was still a lot of suspicious heat on his face.

"Although I cannot say it openly, I do have a very important mission to accomplish."

"Is that so?" Afrediya's voice lowered.

"But." Ivan scratched his cheek:

"What the Undead faction is going to do after they come to power isn't good either. I can't sit idly by and watch this conspiracy that could trigger a war."

"What?" Afrediya couldn't help but chuckle when she heard his words.

"You speak in such a matter-of-fact tone, are you the Messiah?" Although the tone was teasing, the red-haired girl felt a warm current in her heart.

"Everyone can be the Messiah if they want to," Alvin said with a smile.

"From Brucar's Speech from the Stake, Chapter 1, Section 3." The princess raised her eyebrows and continued, "A barbarian who can read? That's quite rare."

"Can you please not mention this?" Alvin froze and held his forehead helplessly.

When he became an engineering knight in his previous life, the damn etiquette teacher that Lind of the Central Empire photographed insisted that engineering knights were also knights, and as long as they were knights, they must have sufficient cultural literacy. Therefore, he forced a group of players to memorize and take exams, which made people dream back to high school.

Shaking his head, putting those not-so-good memories behind him, Alvin continued:

"Of course, I'm not a saint who asks for nothing."

"Well, go ahead." Afrediya raised her hand and motioned for him to continue.

"I hope that if conditions permit, you will hold a ritual of Elrond for me." Alvin said seriously.

If he remembered correctly, there was a post on the forum that mentioned that the spell transformation ceremony held by the Gusmith royal family could further increase the success rate.

"That's not a problem at all. As long as the specific ceremony plan doesn't involve any top secrets, I'll be able to hold it for you after I recover my magic power." Afrediya nodded. Of course, she would not refuse such a disguised way of increasing her own strength.

"But have you decided on a specific type of ceremony? We need to prepare all the necessary materials in advance."

"And to be honest, the various transformation rituals commonly used in the market are far inferior to the royal secret rituals in terms of both amplification and potential. Therefore, I still hope that you can become my knight." The red-haired girl extended the invitation again.

Ivan nodded and shook his head but did not accept her invitation.

"That's true, but I have my own plans."

Chapter 10: Transformation Ritual

Seriously speaking, what Afrediya said was actually correct, but the premise was that only Elrond's existing transformation ritual was considered.

You know, in the game, players have pushed the Mysteries of Elrond to an incredible level, and there are many transformation plans carefully designed by bigwigs that are amazing.

Of course there are also pure spoofs, such as...

"It's a little hard to describe in words alone." After thinking about it, Alvin raised his hand and pressed the wall behind him.

This was the first time he had actively activated his 'Core: Reshaping the World' talent. Immediately afterwards, he felt as if the wall his palm touched had lost all its original physical properties, like a ball of free-flying plasticine that could change into any shape at will under his conscious control.

During this process, the magic power consumption is much smaller than expected. Even a profession like the [Barbarian], which has almost no demand for magic power except for launching "Rage", can easily maintain it for a long time.

There is no such strange thing as fighting spirit in the world of Palladia.

Whether combatants or spellcasters, they are all special individuals, naturally endowed with magical powers far greater than those of ordinary individuals. The activation of most skills and talents is based on either the inherent characteristics of the body, or relies on magical powers, or both.

For example, the barbarian's 'rage' requires the emotion of anger to reach a certain level, and then use magic as a medium to influence and change one's own physical body, thereby achieving a significant enhancement of strength and physique.

Seeing the wall, coated in a layer of rock white lime, begin to ripple, Alfreya couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise. Although there were spells with similar effects, the black-haired boy before her hadn't chanted any incantations or performed any ritual preparations. And most importantly, he was a barbarian!?!

"Wait a moment, let me recall." Not noticing the change in the other person's expression, Alvin immersed his thoughts in his memories.

Afterwards, he was surprised to find that he could recall many memories that had become vague due to the long time. He could even recall every word of many written materials that he had only glanced at.

Could it be because of this body? He quickly thought of a possibility.

Because of the existence of magic, the relationship between the soul and the body in this world is extremely close. Low-level professionals will enhance their soul potential while exercising their bodies. After entering the third level, they need to in turn improve their soul level to drive the ultimate sublimation of life.

To him, it was obvious that this body with the Titan Spirit's genetic genes had begun to affect his soul, so that the vague memories of the past became extremely clear.

This seems to be reflected on the system panel as well, Intelligence +3. This entry is probably not just because of his identity as a time traveler.

Every gift from fate has a hidden price tag.

Ivan suddenly thought of this sentence for no reason, but he remained calm and continued to use his innate ability of "reshaping the world".

If time travel is considered as a donation of all the original owner's organs, then when he accepted this body, he felt that he should shoulder a certain responsibility.

Alvin never forgot the search for the truth behind the burned village.

If this brings trouble or challenges, he will do it without hesitation and without fear.

Soon, various complicated magic equations and ritual blueprints appeared on the wall. Their complexity even occupied all four walls before they could be written down.

Although Ivan had never done any quests in the Elrond region in the past, there were friends in the guild who joined this faction and obtained the corresponding profession.

One guy, relying on his real-life biology studies, was very fond of using the Elrond Mysteries to recreate various artifacts from other works. He often complained about the original transformation rituals in the game being backward and crude, and only knowing how to blindly imitate various powerful beasts or monsters.

He himself prefers to use more clever methods, such as upgrading the original organs based on a blueprint, or implanting artificial organs that secrete special hormones to drive the body's development again, and ultimately achieve the goal of overall strengthening.

In this way, the transformation process will be more natural and better able to preserve the recipient's development potential, and will not even affect the recipient's original talents.

Therefore, it is compatible with various professions, unlike ordinary magic soldiers or lower-level demons, who can only choose the career path corresponding to the ritual and stick to it.

Of course, even after all that bragging, Alvin could still tell at a glance what work the prototype of this ritual came from.

Secondary Heart, Ossmodula, Biscopea, Haemastamen, Larraman's Organ, Pre-stomach...

Isn't this a Space Marine transformation surgery?! If Alvin can't figure out what the prototype for this thing is based on, he might as well just livestream himself eating his personal terminal filled with all sorts of ACG titles.

As for the 'metal muscles', 'regeneration furnace' and 'double-petal immortality gland' designs that he developed for this plan later, which were not completely successful, they more directly pointed out his nature as a rubber hammer player.

Back to this plan, some new members who joined the guild later actually tried it and found that it can indeed improve several attributes related to the body and add several very practical new talents, while not affecting subsequent career choices.

If it weren't for the fact that the ritual places too high demands on the recipient, it could almost be said to be one of the perfect universal strengthening rituals.

However, that version of the game has basically entered the stage of fierce competition, and this transformation that is most effective at the first and second levels has become less noticeable.

But now, when the first version of the rise of nations has not even begun, this is simply a powerful weapon that can influence the international situation.

Looking at the blueprints covering all four walls of the cabin, Afrediya felt that she might not have woken up yet.

"A ritual that can mass-produce professionals with strength close to the third level..." The eldest princess leaned close to the wall and carefully read every equation and data.