Chapter 460 - Everchanging Glyph
While a certain someone was training in a special place, a young girl sat on her bed, looking at her smartwatch. Irina was glaring at the screen, frustration clear on her face.
The last message she had sent to Astron glowed on the screen: [Hey, it's been a while. Are you free to talk?]
She had sent several messages over the past few days, each one met with silence. The absence of a reply was starting to get under her skin. Irina clenched her fists, her annoyance growing with each passing minute.
'That bastard,' she thought, her teeth gritting. 'Does he think he can just ignore me like this?'
She scrolled through the messages again, each one a reminder of the time she had spent waiting for a response: I need to talk to you about something important. Are you there? Seriously, this is getting annoying. Answer me.
The last message was sent hours ago, and still, nothing. She felt a pang of worry mixed with her irritation. Astron was always difficult to reach, but this level of unresponsiveness was unusual even for him.
'Is he training somewhere remote again?' she wondered. 'Or is he just ignoring me on purpose?'
Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more frustrating than the last. She knew he was dedicated to his training, but there had to be a limit. After all, she was asking for his time, something he had promised to give her.
"Ugh!" Irina groaned, flopping back onto her bed. "Why is he always like this?"
Staring at the ceiling, she contemplated her next move. She could try to find him, but knowing Astron, he was likely in a place that was difficult to access or even locate. Still, the thought of confronting him in person was becoming more and more appealing.
'But, how do I even find him…..I wish I had just put a GPS on his body….'
She thought, imagining how it would be if she did such a thing. Being able to track every bit of his movements, learning about him, and then suddenly making some surprises.
"…..Urghk…..Then I would be no different than a stalker….." Irina groaned, rolling over on her bed. She pulled her fingers to her lips, lost in thought.
'No, this is insane,' she thought, trying to shake off the ridiculous idea. Yet, the thought lingered.
Her mind wandered back to the last time they were together, the warmth of his presence, the intensity of their conversations, and the feeling of his lips on hers. She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks.
"I've missed this feeling…" she whispered to herself, her fingers gently brushing her lips. The memory of their kiss made her heart flutter, a mix of longing and frustration welling up inside her.
'Why does he have to be so difficult to reach?' she thought, her annoyance resurfacing. 'He promised me that week, and now he's vanished.'
She rolled over again, burying her face in her pillow. The frustration of wanting to talk to him, to be near him, and the helplessness of not knowing where he was gnawed at her.
'Bastard….When you make your appearance, I am going to make you pay for this….'
Irina resolved her feelings, a determined glint in her eyes.
Just then, the door to her room creaked open, and Esme stepped in. She was Irina's personal attendant, always calm and composed, and her presence was a comforting constant in Irina's life.
"Good morning, Young Lady," Esme greeted, her voice gentle but firm. "It's time to start getting ready for your day."
Irina sighed, looking at the woman who had just entered. The fact that she could still show her face like this even after all the things that she did…. It was mind-blowing.
Sitting up reluctantly, Irina grumbled. "Already? It feels like I just woke up."
Esme gave her a sympathetic smile. "I know, but you have a full schedule today. We need to prepare for your training session and then the meeting with other heirs."
"Tch." Irina clicked her tongue as she saw the ever same routine happening once again.
'A puppet child standing in the front…..As usual….'
Esme's presence, once a source of comfort, now felt like a reminder of the expectations and responsibilities weighing on Irina's shoulders. Despite the outward calm, Irina could sense the calculated precision behind every action Esme took.
Irina didn't like Esme, nor did she like the responsibilities that came with her position. The constant pressure to live up to her family's name and to be the perfect heir was exhausting. She longed for the freedom to be herself, to make her own choices without constant scrutiny.
As she got ready, her mind kept drifting back to Astron. With him, things were different. He didn't see her as just the Emberheart heiress; he saw her as Irina. He challenged her and made her feel alive in a way that her duties never could.
'I miss him,' she thought, a pang of longing hitting her chest. 'At least with him, I feel like I can be myself. I don't have to put on a show or follow a script.'
*******
On another part, at the south of the Valerian Federation, a ship slowly descended to the ground, its engines humming softly as it settled on the landing pad. The ramp extended smoothly, touching the ground with a gentle thud.
"My Lady," a voice called out, resonating with a calm authority.
A butler, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, appeared at the base of the ramp. His posture was perfect, and his expression was one of composed professionalism.
Following the butler's appearance, a line of maids instantly formed on both sides of the ramp, each one bowing deeply in perfect unison.
The air was filled with a sense of anticipation and respect as the maids maintained their positions, heads bowed and hands clasped in front of them.
The butler, standing at the front, took a step forward and spoke with measured elegance.
"My Lady, I have come to take you to the hometown," he announced, his voice carrying a tone of reverence and duty.
Following that, a figure slowly walked forward. Her purple hair flowed down, and her bright eyes and blue eyes looked at the butler with a smile.
"Alfred!" Maya exclaimed cheerfully, her face lighting up with genuine happiness.
Alfred, the ever-composed butler who had watched over Maya since she was a child, maintained his rigid posture. Despite his stoic exterior, there was a hint of warmth in his eyes as he regarded her.
"My Lady," he replied with a slight bow. "It is a pleasure to see you again."
Maya's smile widened, and she moved forward with a lightness in her step. She reached out and placed a hand on Alfred's arm, a gesture of familiarity and affection. "It's so good to see you, Alfred. You've been missed."
Alfred's expression softened ever so slightly, a rare display of emotion for the seasoned butler. "The feeling is mutual, My Lady. The estate has not been the same without you."
Maya chuckled, her laughter ringing out like a melody. "Well, I'm back now. And I can't wait to see everyone."
Alfred nodded, his composure returning. "The ship is ready, My Lady. Shall we proceed?"
Maya glanced at the maids, who were still bowing respectfully. "Thank you, everyone. You may rise."
Alfred made a sweeping gesture, indicating the path to the ship. "This way, My Lady," he said, his voice as composed as ever.
Maya followed him with eager steps, the maids falling into formation behind her. The ship stood majestically, its sleek design hinting at the luxury within. As they approached, the doors opened with a soft hiss, revealing the opulent interior.
The inside of the ship was a marvel of modern design and comfort. Plush seating, ornate decorations, and the finest materials adorned every surface. The soft lighting created an inviting atmosphere, and the subtle hum of the ship's systems added to the feeling of serenity.
Alfred led Maya to her cabin, a space that epitomized elegance. The room was spacious, with a large bed draped in luxurious fabrics, a sitting area with comfortable chairs, and a view screen that could display any scenery she desired. The decor was tasteful, blending traditional elements with modern amenities.
"Your cabin, My Lady," Alfred said, opening the door and stepping aside to let Maya enter first.
Maya stepped inside, taking in the sumptuous surroundings with a satisfied smile. She turned to Alfred, who remained at the door, ready to assist with any requests.
"Is there anything you require, My Lady?" he asked, his tone attentive.
Maya shook her head initially, her mind already drifting to thoughts of home. But then, a spontaneous desire surfaced. "Actually, Alfred, I think I would like a glass of red wine."
Alfred's eyes widened slightly, a rare display of surprise for the seasoned butler. "Really, My Lady? As I recall, you generally dislike drinking."
Maya nodded, her smile tinged with a hint of mischief. "Yes, but today feels like a day for celebration. I think a glass of wine would be perfect."
Alfred inclined his head respectfully. "As you wish, My Lady. I will bring it to you shortly."
Maya settled into one of the plush chairs, feeling the tension of her journey begin to melt away. The thought of a glass of red wine seemed fitting, a small indulgence to mark her return.
True to his word, Alfred returned promptly, carrying a tray with an elegantly crafted glass and a bottle of the finest red wine. He poured the wine with practiced precision, the rich, crimson liquid catching the light as it filled the glass.
"Your wine, My Lady," Alfred said, handing her the glass with a graceful bow.
Maya accepted the glass, taking a moment to appreciate the aroma before taking a sip. But she wanted to be alone at that moment.
"Thank you, Alfred. This is wonderful."
Thus, she had satisfied the butler, who was waiting for her approval. "You may leave now."
With that, he quietly left the cabin, leaving Maya to her thoughts. She took another sip of the wine, savoring its rich, complex flavors. The room's quiet elegance offered a sense of calm, yet beneath the surface, her thoughts were anything but peaceful.
Raising her hand, Maya looked at the ring on her finger, its surface glinting softly in the ambient light. Slowly, she caressed it, feeling the familiar weight and texture under her fingertips. As she did, a small bag of red color materialized before her eyes.
With a sense of ritual, she reached for the bag, her fingers trembling slightly. She bit into it gently, whispering, "Junior…"
Her eyes turned crimson as the blood touched her lips, the familiar sensation overwhelming her senses. As she fed, she pulled out a small picture from a hidden pocket within her dress. The image was of a young boy with striking purple eyes and a serene expression.
Yet there was a small sense of craziness in her eyes, something that sent shivers down to Alfred's spine.
'My Lady…..Just what had happened to you….'
He could not believe his eyes.
Chapter 461 - Everchanging Glyph (2)
After finishing my meal, I made my way to the training room where I had worked with Reina the previous day. The corridors were quieter now, with most trainees immersed in their own schedules. The sense of calm before the storm of rigorous training ahead was almost palpable.
Reaching the third floor, I followed the familiar path to the south wing, where the room awaited. But then, as I reached the door, I could not open it.
The card did not work there.
[Please Enter the Password]
I frowned, glancing around for any clues. The area was quiet and empty, with no one around to ask for help. But then, something caught my eye—a faint glimmer of psions near the doorframe.
'Reina…' I thought, understanding what she wanted me to do.
Standing still, I focused on the line of psions, extending my mana threads towards it. The process required precision and control, much like what I had practiced with her the day before. I carefully wove my mana into the psion line, feeling for any information it might reveal.
The line resisted at first, but I persisted, gradually unraveling its structure. As I delved deeper, I sensed a pattern within the psions—a sequence of energy that seemed to form a code. It was delicate work, requiring intense concentration, but slowly, the pattern began to make sense.
[Not bad]
That was the password?
'Really….'
–Click.
The door's lock disengaged, and the screen displayed a message: [Access Granted].
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Reina had set this up to test my ability to decipher and manipulate psions, reinforcing the lessons from yesterday.
Pushing the door open, I entered the training room. Reina was there, her expression neutral but her eyes gleaming with approval.
"Impressive," she said. "You deciphered the psions faster than I expected. You're making good progress."
"Thank you, Miss Reina," I replied. "I've been practicing."
"Good," she nodded. "Today, we are not going to change things too much. You are going to train here with your eyes. We will be focusing on filtering and assimilation once again." She said as she gestured for me to follow her.
"How was your first day?" She suddenly asked.
"It was not bad," I replied.
"How was your experience with Dakota, Kennet, and Tianna?" Reina asked, her tone curious as she led me deeper into the training room.
"Each of them is unique in their approach," I began, reflecting on the day's events. "Dakota is intense and straightforward. Her training is demanding, but it's clear and focused. She's very skilled and expects a lot from her students, but she provides clear guidance and support."
Reina nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Dakota is one of the best. She doesn't tolerate mediocrity, but her students benefit greatly from her expertise."
"And Kennet?" she prompted.
"Kennet is...different," I said, choosing my words carefully. "He's methodical and precise. His focus on stealth and presence erasure is intense. I realized I had been relying too much on artifacts to mask my presence. He quickly pointed out my flaws and made it clear that I needed to master the basics."
Reina's eyes gleamed with approval. "Kennet's methods may seem harsh, but they are necessary. Stealth is not just about hiding; it's about blending in and becoming one with the surroundings. He'll push you to reach your full potential."
"And Tianna?" she asked, her tone curious.
"Tianna is very structured. Her acrobatics training is divided into stages, each one building on the previous. She's detailed in her instructions and expects perfection in execution. I can see how her training will improve my agility and precision."
Reina smiled, a rare expression of genuine warmth. "It seems you're adapting well. Each instructor has their own methods and strengths, and you're fortunate to learn from them."
As we reached the center of the room, Reina turned to face me, her expression serious once more. "Just as I had said, today, we'll focus on filtering and assimilation, just as we did yesterday. But this time, I want you to push yourself further. The goal is to achieve a level of integration where the flow of mana becomes second nature."
I nodded, ready to begin. "Understood."
Reina created a new line of psions, which was more complex than before. "Start with filtering," she instructed. "Remember, it's about isolating the thread from the surrounding energy. Find the unique flow and follow it."
I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing and the sensation of mana around me. The room's ambient energy was familiar, but the new line of psions required careful attention. I extended my mana threads, weaving them into the psion line and filtering out the extraneous noise.
The process was slow and methodical, but gradually, I felt the unique flow of the psions standing out. It was like tuning a radio to a specific frequency, blocking out the static, and honing in on the clear signal.
"Good," Reina's voice was calm and encouraging. "Now, begin the assimilation. Merge your mana with the psion line, becoming part of its flow."
I took a deep breath, allowing the filtered psion line to guide my mana. The integration was delicate, requiring both precision and control. My mana threads wove into the psion line, creating a harmonious connection.
As the process continued, I felt a sense of unity with the psion line, the flow of mana becoming more intuitive. The room around me seemed to fade, and all that mattered was the connection I was forming.
"Excellent," Reina said, her tone approving. "You're making great progress. Continue this process, and with time, it will become second nature."
And just as she said, that was starting to happen. Why?
Yesterday, I had already become proficient at doing this to a certain extent. I had just stopped since my head was hurting from all that constant focus, and I was hungry.
But today, with my mind refreshed, things were starting to become more and more easier.
As I continued to weave my mana into the psion line, the process became increasingly natural. The initial struggle gave way to a smooth, almost effortless flow. Each connection, each thread, felt intuitive and precise. The filtering and assimilation were no longer separate steps but a single, fluid motion.
In no time, I had mastered the technique. It felt as though it had become second nature to me. I opened my eyes to find Reina observing me with a clear smile of approval.
"Impressive," she said, her tone filled with genuine admiration. "You've made remarkable progress. Did you show the same performance as the other instructors?"
I met her gaze. "Did the word not reach your ears already?"
Reina chuckled softly. "It seems you're starting to understand how things work around here. Information flows quickly, especially regarding promising trainees. Your performance has indeed been noted."
I nodded, acknowledging her words. "I've been doing my best. Each instructor has their unique methods and expectations. It's been challenging but rewarding."
"Good," Reina replied, her expression serious once more. "Adaptability and the ability to learn quickly are crucial here. You're demonstrating both, and that will serve you well."
I felt a sense of satisfaction at her praise, knowing that my hard work was paying off. The training here was demanding, but it was also pushing me to new heights.
"Now," Reina continued, "we'll take this a step further. I want you to practice this technique under more complex conditions. The more variables you can handle, the better you'll become."
She created another line of psions, this one interwoven with multiple threads of varying complexity. "Start with filtering, as before. But this time, you'll need to isolate each thread and integrate your mana with them simultaneously."
I took a deep breath, focusing on the new challenge.
"And don't worry. In no time, you are going to understand the reason why we are doing this."
I nodded, not doubting her teaching methods. For me, my eyes were an unknown. Thus, there was absolutely no reason for me to refuse the hand that was trying to guide me.
The additional threads added a layer of complexity, requiring even more precision and control. I extended my mana threads, beginning the process of filtering and assimilation once again.
As I worked, I could feel the subtle differences between each thread. Some were more resistant, requiring a delicate touch, while others flowed more freely. It was a test of my ability to adapt and respond to the unique characteristics of each thread.
Reina watched closely, offering guidance and feedback as needed. "Remember, it's not just about control. It's about harmony. Each thread has its rhythm. Find it and match it with your own."
Her words guided me as I adjusted my approach, seeking the right balance. Slowly but surely, I integrated my mana with the multiple threads, creating a seamless connection.
"Excellent," Reina said, her approval evident. "You're making significant strides. Keep practicing, and soon, this will become second nature to you as well."
"Understood."
Just like that, I practiced until evening.
******
Dakota made her way to the central command center of the Arcadia Base; her thoughts focused on the conversation she was about to have. The Anchor of the base, known by the nickname "Steelclad," was the one she needed to convince to get permission for the Everchanging Glyph.
She approached the heavy, reinforced doors that led to Steelclad's office. The guards recognized her immediately and allowed her through with a respectful nod. Inside, the room was dimly lit, filled with the soft hum of high-tech equipment and large screens displaying various data feeds.
Steelclad was standing at the central console, his broad frame silhouetted against the glow of the monitors. He was a figure of authority and respect, his presence commanding the room.
"Dakota," Steelclad greeted her without turning around. His deep voice resonated with a calm but undeniable power. "What brings you here at this hour?"
"I need to discuss a matter of great importance regarding one of our trainees," Dakota replied, stepping forward. "It's about Astron Natusalune."
Steelclad turned to face her, his piercing eyes meeting hers. "Astron Natusalune," he repeated thoughtfully. "Reina's recommendation, correct?"
"Yes, that's him," Dakota confirmed. "He's shown remarkable potential, far beyond what I initially expected. I believe he's ready for something more advanced."
Steelclad raised an eyebrow. "More advanced? What do you have in mind?"
"The Everchanging Glyph," Dakota stated, her voice firm. "I believe it's the perfect technique to push him to the next level."
There was a moment of silence as Steelclad considered her words. "The Everchanging Glyph is not something we grant lightly, Dakota. You know that."
"I understand," she said, meeting his gaze steadily. "But Astron has demonstrated an extraordinary ability to learn and adapt. His progress in such a short time is unlike anything I've seen. If anyone is worthy of the Glyph, it's him."
Steelclad studied her for a long moment, weighing her request. "You're confident in his abilities?"
"Absolutely," Dakota replied without hesitation. "He's shown a natural aptitude for integrating mana and physical movements. His combat awareness and adaptability are exceptional. With the Everchanging Glyph, he could become a significant asset to our forces."
Steelclad nodded slowly. "Very well. But you will be responsible for his training and ensuring he doesn't misuse this technique. The Glyph is powerful, but it's also dangerous if not handled correctly."
"I accept full responsibility," Dakota affirmed. "I'll make sure he understands the gravity of what he's learning and guide him through it."
"Then you have my permission," Steelclad said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Good luck, Dakota. I trust your judgment."
"Thank you, Steelclad," Dakota said, her relief palpable. She turned to leave, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. With the Everchanging Glyph approved, she was one step closer to unlocking Astron's full potential.
And she could not help but smile.
'I wonder….Is this how the perfect [Weapon Master] will be created…..And how much of a monster we are creating here….'
Yet her blood boiled, as she wanted to see what would happen to this monster….
Chapter 462 - Everchanging Glyph (3)
Dakota quickly made her way to the facilities where the necessary preparations for the Everchanging Glyph could be arranged. The Glyph, a powerful and ancient mark, required a controlled environment and precise conditions to be safely and effectively engraved on Astron's body.
She reached the specialized chamber designed for such procedures, a high-tech room filled with intricate machinery and glowing runes embedded in the walls. The atmosphere hummed with latent energy, ready to be harnessed for the delicate operation ahead.
Dakota approached the head technician, a seasoned mage named Thalia, who was overseeing the preparations. Thalia looked up from her console, her eyes lighting up with recognition.
"Dakota, what brings you here?" Thalia asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
"We need to prepare the chamber for the Everchanging Glyph," Dakota replied, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. "I have Steelclad's permission to proceed with the engraving for Astron Natusalune."
Thalia's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "The Everchanging Glyph? That's quite a step. Is he ready for it?"
"He's more than ready," Dakota assured her. "His potential is remarkable, and this will help him reach new heights. I'll be personally overseeing his training."
Thalia nodded, her expression becoming serious. "Understood. We'll make sure everything is set up correctly. This process requires precision and caution."
Dakota watched as Thalia and her team moved efficiently, adjusting the runes and calibrating the machinery. The room began to glow with a soft, pulsating light, the energy building up in preparation for the engraving.
Once everything was ready, Dakota contacted Astron through her communication device.
[Disciple, come to this location. I have something for you.]
**************
Just as I was deeply focused on my training, an immense headache suddenly struck me down. The pain was sharp and intense, radiating through my skull like a thousand needles. I staggered, barely able to keep my balance, and instinctively reached up to my face. My fingers came away smeared with blood from my nose.
I realized that I had pushed my limits too much. Reina had left me alone some time ago, trusting me to practice and figure things out on my own. Her guidance had been invaluable, but she had also made it clear that self-reliance was crucial.
Wiping the blood from my nose, I took a moment to sit down and breathe, trying to let my mind settle. The headache slowly began to recede, but the experience left me feeling drained and vulnerable. It was a stark reminder of the importance of balancing effort with caution.
"Overexerting my mind and mana like this could have serious consequences," I muttered to myself. "I need to recognize my limits and avoid pushing past them."
I closed my eyes, focusing on slow, measured breaths. The headache continued to subside, leaving me with a lingering sense of exhaustion. I knew that I had made significant progress today, but it had come at a cost.
The pressure to constantly improve was immense, but I had to remember that pushing too hard could be just as detrimental as not trying hard enough.
"Balance is key," I reminded myself, echoing Reina's earlier words.
After a few more minutes of rest, I stood up slowly, feeling a bit steadier on my feet. I knew I needed to take the rest of the evening to recover and recharge. My training would resume tomorrow, but for now, my priority was to take care of myself.
As the headache subsided to a manageable level, I made my way towards the cafeteria, the familiar hallways quiet in the evening. The routine of training was physically and mentally exhausting, but the structure also provided a sense of stability.
Entering the cafeteria, I found it less crowded than usual. Most trainees were likely still engaged in their own training sessions or taking the time to rest. I approached the serving counter, the same aroma of freshly prepared food wafting through the air.
"One Reddish Hydra Serpent Steak and one Ironhide Boar Roast, please," I said to the attendant.
The attendant nodded, quickly preparing my order. Within minutes, the same two steaming plates were placed before me, the scents mingling with the spices, making the food seem more palatable despite its notorious taste.
I took my tray to an empty table, grateful for the quiet. The cafeteria's hum was soothing, a backdrop that allowed me to reflect on the day's events. Picking up my utensils, I started with the Reddish Hydra Serpent Steak, the flavors rich and slightly spicy, replenishing the energy I had expended.
As I ate, I considered the progress I made today. Despite the overexertion, I had achieved a deeper understanding of my abilities.
–RING!
Just as I was eating more, suddenly, my smartwatch rang.
[Dakota Hellen: Disciple. Come to this location. I have something for you.]
The message was blunt and simple, just like Dakota's style. I shook my head with a sigh, thinking how straightforward she always was. And it reminded me of a certain someone once again. Today, this was the second time this happened.
'Tsk. I am getting soft.'
I grumbled inwardly.
I sent a quick reply:
[I'm eating now. Would it be okay if I came 10 minutes later? Or is it urgent?]
Almost immediately, a message came back from Dakota: [It's fine if you're eating. In fact, it would be even better.]
An ominous feeling enveloped me. The fact that Dakota said it would be better if I came after eating meant I would do something that either required more energy or something that needed me to be in top condition. I quickly finished my meal, making sure to eat every last bite to maximize my energy reserves.
Once done, I made my way to the location Dakota had specified. The corridors were quieter now, with most trainees immersed in their evening routines. I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation mixed with a hint of apprehension.
Reaching the designated room, I took a deep breath and opened the door. Inside, Dakota was waiting, her posture as rigid and commanding as ever.
"Good, you're here," she said, her eyes scanning me critically. "How are you feeling?"
"Better now that I've had something to eat," I replied while seizing the room from top to bottom.
It felt sterile, almost like a place for someone to get surgery. The walls were lined with intricate machinery and glowing runes, and there was an underlying hum of energy that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Dakota noticed my unease and gave a small, reassuring nod. "This room is designed for precision and control, necessary for what we're about to do."
"What exactly are we about to do?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"We're going to engrave the Everchanging Glyph on you," Dakota explained. "It's a powerful and ancient mark that will enhance your abilities and help you reach new heights."
'Everchanging Glyph? What is that?'
I thought to myself, and then, as I looked for the information in my head, I was not able to find anything. There was no mention of such a thing in the game. It was evident that this was something that was hard to access.
"What exactly is this Everchanging Glyph?" I asked, curious and with a hint of apprehension in my voice.
Dakota smiled a hint of pride in her eyes. "While I was teaching you, I mentioned the first thing you were lacking: mana control. Do you remember?"
I nodded. "Yes, I remember. Since I had never fought while using mana before."
"Correct," Dakota said, nodding her head. "But aside from that, there was one other thing you were lacking."
I narrowed my eyes, trying to think of what it could be. "What is it?"
I frowned, considering her words. "So the Everchanging Glyph will help with that?"
"Exactly," Dakota confirmed. "The Everchanging Glyph is an ancient and powerful mark that enhances your body and balances your muscles. It adapts and evolves with you, ensuring that your physical condition remains optimal for any weapon you use. Since you're a [Weapon Master], you'll be using many different weapons, each requiring a different set of physical attributes.
The Everchanging Glyph constantly overwrites and adjusts your muscles and body structure to suit the weapon you're wielding at the time. This will solve the problem of adapting your body to different weapons."
She gestured to the intricate machinery and glowing runes surrounding us. "This room is designed to ensure that the engraving process is precise and controlled. The Everchanging Glyph is not something to be taken lightly. It requires a delicate and careful approach."
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. "I understand."
There was absolutely no reason for me to refuse such an offer, as this was something that had been in my mind for a while as well.
While we were being taught the Federal Swordsmanship in the Academy, I came across this problem as well. The sword did not move the same as the dagger. My body, which was trained with a dagger and bow for a long time, could not easily adapt to the sword.
This solved this problem exactly, with a solution that I could not think of since I did not even know it existed.
At that moment, the woman that Dakota had just talked to came.
"We are ready."
"Okay." Dakota nodded, her expression serious. And then she turned to me and gestured. "Lie down on the table and relax. Thalia and her team will handle the engraving process."
I complied, lying down on the cold metal table in the center of the room. Thalia and her team moved around me, making final adjustments to the machinery. The room's hum intensified, and I could feel the energy converging around me.
"Ready?" Dakota asked, her eyes locked onto mine.
"Ready," I replied, my voice steady.
Thalia began the process, and I felt a sharp pain as the engraving started. It was intense, but I focused on my breathing, trying to remain as still as possible. The pain ebbed and flowed, and I could feel the energy of the glyph merging with my own.
As the procedure continued, I lost track of time. The pain was a constant companion, but so was the sense of power growing within me. The Everchanging Glyph was becoming a part of me, enhancing my abilities and unlocking new potential.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the process was complete. The machinery powered down, and the glowing runes faded. Thalia and her team stepped back, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.
"It's done," Thalia said, her voice tired but pleased. "Now, please move him towards the bathroom. His body needs nutrients."
"Understood, Miss Thalia." The assistants that were right beside her nodded their heads and then slid me through the place.
WOOSH!
And threw me into the orange-looking water.
Chapter 463 - Everchanging Glyph (4)
As I was thrown into the orange water, an overwhelming wave of pain coursed through my body. It was as if every fiber of my being was being torn apart and reconstructed at the same time. My bones, muscles, arms, and skeleton – everything felt like it was being broken down and rebuilt anew.
The agony was incomparable to anything I had ever experienced before. It was far worse than the engraving process itself. The searing pain felt as though my body was burning from the inside out, similar to the intense burning sensation I had felt when consuming the essence provided by Senior Maya.
'No. That is even worse than that.'
It was so much that my vision blurred, and I struggled to maintain consciousness. The pain was relentless, refusing to let up even for a moment. It felt like an eternity, and my senses were overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the transformation.
Just as I thought I couldn't endure it any longer, the pain began to subside, replaced by a strange sense of clarity and strength. I could feel my body adapting, the Everchanging Glyph integrating fully into my being. Every muscle, every bone, every fiber felt different – stronger, more resilient.
After what felt like hours, the orange water lost its glow, and I was left floating there, exhausted but transformed. Slowly, I managed to pull myself out of the water, my body still trembling from the ordeal.
Thalia and her team were there, watching with a mix of concern and curiosity. Dakota stood at the edge of the pool, her expression unreadable.
"How do you feel?" Dakota asked, her voice steady.
I took a moment to gather myself, then replied, "Different. Stronger."
"How about the pain?"
"I am already used to it."
"Good," Dakota replied with a nod, satisfied with my response.
Thalia approached a tablet in her hand. "Let's go over how this glyph works and the direction you'll need to take moving forward."
She tapped the tablet, bringing up a series of charts and metrics. "First, let's look at your body parameters before and after the integration. The Everchanging Glyph is designed to optimize your physical state for any weapon or combat style you use. It will constantly adapt, ensuring that your body is always in the best possible condition."
Thalia showed me a detailed breakdown of my body metrics. The screen displayed various data points: muscle density, bone strength, reflex speed, and other vital statistics. I could see the significant improvements in each category, highlighting the transformation my body had undergone.
"As you can see," Thalia continued, "your muscle density has increased by 25%, your bone strength by 30%, and your reflex speed has improved by 20%. These enhancements will give you a significant advantage in combat."
She paused, looking at me with a serious expression. "However, it's important to note that the glyph is not a replacement for training. It enhances your abilities, but you must continue to train and push your limits to fully utilize its potential."
"Understood," I said, absorbing the information.
Thalia nodded. "Good. Now, let's discuss the direction of your training. The Everchanging Glyph will allow you to adapt quickly to different weapons and combat styles. You'll need to practice with a variety of weapons to ensure your body can adjust seamlessly. This means dedicating time to both familiar and unfamiliar weapons."
Dakota chimed in, "In the future, we'll be incorporating a diverse range of weapons into your training regimen. You'll need to become proficient with each one, understanding how the glyph modifies your body in response to different fighting techniques."
Thalia continued, "Additionally, you'll need to monitor your body's responses closely. The glyph is powerful, but it may require a significant amount of mana to function effectively in some states. Especially if you are not proficient and your body has not recorded the optimal state. In that case, the mana and the time will be used while your body searches it on its own.
That is why you must not try a completely new weapon without training with it before. If you are doing so, you must deactivate your glyph. It will backfire otherwise."
"Understood," I repeated, my mind already processing the implications of the training ahead.
"Additionally," Thalia said, "you'll be given a special diet program to ensure your body develops at the optimal rate. The Everchanging Glyph requires a high level of nutrition to support its adaptive capabilities."
She glanced at a screen displaying my past records of eating and noted the combination of meals I had consumed, some of which didn't taste particularly good but were rich in nutrients. She nodded approvingly. "It's good to see you're not a picky eater. This will make following the diet program much easier."
I nodded, understanding the importance of proper nutrition. "I'll follow the diet closely."
"Excellent," Thalia replied. "The program includes a balanced mix of proteins, carbohydrates, and essential vitamins and minerals. You'll be consuming a lot of high-energy foods to support the intense training regimen and the demands of the glyph."
Dakota added, "Your meal plan will be updated regularly based on your progress. The chefs in the cafeteria have been briefed and will prepare your meals according to the plan. Make sure you stick to it."
"Understood," I said, appreciating the thoroughness of their approach. Every aspect of my training and development was meticulously planned and monitored, ensuring I had the best possible chance of success.
Thalia handed me a detailed meal plan outlining the specific foods I needed to consume and their nutritional values. "Keep this with you and follow it closely. If you have any questions or concerns, you can always come to me."
"Thank you," I said, taking the meal plan and glancing over it. The variety of foods was impressive, and while some items were unfamiliar, I was willing to try anything to enhance my abilities.
Dakota gave a final nod. "Rest and recover for now. Tomorrow, we'll start incorporating the new training elements. Be prepared."
As I left the chamber, I felt a weird feeling all across my body, but at the same time, I could not help but feel satisfied.
'After all this time, it seems my luck is finally turning to my side.'
Whether or not this was a very good improvement. Something that came out of nowhere without any preparations from my side, yet something that was very welcome.
Returning to my room, I noticed that Kael and Lyra were already asleep. They hadn't sensed my movements, a testament to my improved skills in erasing my presence. I moved silently, careful not to disturb them, and entered my room, shutting the door quietly behind me.
With a sigh of relief, I threw myself onto the bed, feeling the comfortable mattress beneath me. The events of the day played through my mind, the pain of the engraving, and the transformation I had undergone. Exhaustion washed over me, and despite the lingering discomfort, I felt a sense of accomplishment.
The Everchanging Glyph was now a part of me, a powerful tool that would help me reach new heights.
As I lay there, I let my thoughts drift, feeling the weight of the day's training and the promise of tomorrow's challenges.
But before that, there was something that I needed to do, something that I needed to check.
'Status.'
I thought in my head, and following that, the panel appeared right before my face.
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▶Name: Astron Natusalune
▶Occupation: Weapon Master (level 3 --> 4)
▶Talent Limit: 9
▶Passives:
Vengeful Bane Bloodline Resonance Psychic Cognizance
▶Attributes:
Variable Attributes:
Strength: 3.87 --> 4.85
Dexterity: 4.3 --> 5.13
Agility: 4.64 --> 5.20
Constitution: 3.89 --> 4.88
Intuition: 4.70 --> 5.26
Magical Power: 5.01 --> 5.61
Mana Capacity: 4.02 --> 4.88
▶Traits:
Perceptive Insight (Epic)(Unchanging)
Lunar Enigma (????) (Growth Type) (Stage 1)
Shadowborne (Legendary) (Growth Type)(Stage 2)
▶Arts:
Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy (????)(%29 --> 35)
▶Skills:
Eyes of Hourglass
▶Body Imprints:
Everchanging Glyph
▶Bonds:
Aurora Raven (Rare)(Growth Type)
Celestalith, The Transcendent Eclipse
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Seeing my updated status, I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. My level had increased, and my attributes had made significant leaps. The Everchanging Glyph was already making a noticeable impact, boosting my physical and magical capabilities. The progress in my arts and the stability of my traits and skills were promising signs of my development.
"Looks like all the hard work is paying off," I muttered to myself.
I began to analyze my parameters in detail. My strength had risen to 4.85, a substantial increase. This, combined with my enhanced dexterity and agility, meant my overall combat efficiency had skyrocketed.
My agility was now at 5.20, making me quicker and more responsive in battle. Dexterity, now at 5.13, would enhance my precision and control, crucial for a Weapon Master.
With the way my stats were right now, I could fight toe-to-toe against the top 200 students at Arcadia Hunter Academy based on parameters alone. I clenched my fists, feeling the newfound strength coursing through my body. Finally, my endurance and strength had closed the gap between them and my other stats.
My physical parameters were a lot more stable thanks to the enhancements from the Everchanging Glyph.
My constitution, now at 4.88, meant I could endure more in combat without tiring as quickly. The increase in my intuition to 5.26 would enhance my perception and reaction times, which are critical for anticipating and countering enemy movements. My magical power and mana capacity had also improved significantly, now standing at 5.61 and 4.88, respectively.
This would allow me to harness more mana for extended periods, crucial for both offensive and defensive maneuvers.
Feeling a surge of confidence, I flexed my muscles, testing their responsiveness. Every movement felt more precise, every action more controlled.
Curious about the Everchanging Glyph and its full potential, I opened its description on my status panel. Another screen appeared, filled with intricate details about the glyph and its workings.
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Everchanging Glyph
Description: The Everchanging Glyph is an ancient and powerful rune that continuously adapts the wielder's body to optimize the use of any weapon. It ensures that muscles, tendons, and bones are always in an ideal state, enhancing strength, dexterity, and agility based on the current weapon and combat style.
This glyph consumes a steady flow of mana to function, with increased consumption during combat or weapon switching. Though it provides significant enhancements, it requires the user to maintain rigorous training and proficiency with various weapons.
Originally crafted by ancient weapon masters to transcend physical limits, the glyph's secrets were lost for centuries before being rediscovered and refined.
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Reading the panel, I nodded. This was exactly what I had been informed of. But at the end of the paragraph, one sentence took my attention.
"Originally crafted by ancient weapon masters to transcend physical limits, the glyph's secrets were lost for centuries before being rediscovered and refined."
I read it aloud, the words resonating in my mind. An image flashed before my eyes: a certain blacksmith who had made my weapon—Celestalith.
"Could it be...?" I murmured to myself. The familiarities between the description of the Everchanging Glyph and the unique attributes of Celestalith were uncanny.
I remembered the blacksmith, Vorgvir. He mentioned ancient techniques and forgotten arts when forging Celestalith, but at the time, I hadn't fully grasped the significance.
"Haha…..It is pretty ironic, is it not, old man?" I shook my head as I remembered the face Vorgvir made when I mentioned his vengeance.
"Finding another one of your legacies."
The life was filled with coincidences indeed. Just like that, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Chapter 464 - Everchanging Glyph (5)
"Disciple, come at me." Standing on the mat, Dakota stood face to face with Astron, looking at him.
"We are going to spar?" Astron asked. He had started his training just one day ago, and for a usual procedure, it was not a normal thing for them to just start constantly.
"Yes," Dakota replied, but then she changed her stance. "However, we both are only going to use [Gale Stance]."
"Ah, right." Since Astron had been training only one stance, it would make sense that they would do such a thing. However, the main reason why Dakota wanted to see Astron in a spar was not to see his progress in [Gale Stance] but rather to test his new body after the changes.
'The Everchanging Glyph. I wonder how effective it is,' Dakota thought, her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed him. She was eager to see how the ancient rune had affected Astron's body.
The Everchanging Glyph was not something used lightly. It was designed to adapt the wielder's body to optimize the use of any weapon, ensuring that muscles, tendons, and bones were always in an ideal state. The glyph consumed a steady flow of mana to function, with increased consumption during combat or weapon switching.
Out of many different things that the organization had under its disposal, this rune was one of the most situational ones. Rarely would people have different types of occupations, thus requiring them to have such a chance in their bodies. And even if they did, none of them would need a drastic rune like this. It would mostly be wasted.
That was why she was curious to see its performance as well as to understand what kind of training they would need to undergo from now on.
"Begin," Dakota said, and the air between them seemed to thicken with tension.
Astron moved first, stepping into the [Gale Stance] with a fluidity that surprised even him. His body felt lighter, more balanced. He launched a quick succession of strikes, testing his speed and precision.
This was the first exercise that he was doing after the rune was engraved on him. Since he was forced to rest for the whole night, he was not allowed to wake up early and train on his own.
THUD! THUD!
Dakota parried his attacks with ease, her movements smooth and controlled. She noted the increased speed and power behind Astron's strikes. The Everchanging Glyph was already showing its effects, enhancing his dexterity and agility.
'Interesting,' Dakota thought. 'The glyph is adapting his body efficiently. But how well can he maintain this under pressure?'
She decided to increase the intensity, pushing Astron to see how he would handle a more challenging opponent. Her strikes came faster and harder, forcing Astron to react quickly.
Astron felt the glyph working within him, adapting his muscles and enhancing his reflexes. He dodged and countered with surprising accuracy, his body moving in perfect harmony with the flow of mana.
On the other side, the strain of maintaining the glyph's effect was noticeable, but he pushed through it. It was a hard task even for him. While maintaining the mana flow of the [Gale Stance], he also needed to maintain his Glyph's efficiency.
Dakota was impressed by his resilience and adaptability. 'He's already integrating the glyph's benefits into his combat style. But he needs to understand its limits and the cost of maintaining it.'
For the time being, Astron's options in combat styles were just limited to one style. But Dakota knew that if he were to understand how one style worked, he would be able to adapt it to the other styles.
SWOOSH!
She launched a particularly fierce combo, testing his endurance. Astron met her attacks with focus, feeling the burn in his muscles but also the thrill of the challenge.
Each strike and counterstrike honed his skills further, the glyph ensuring his body was always in peak condition.
Finally, Dakota stepped back, signaling a pause.
"Not bad," Dakota said, her tone carrying a hint of approval. "The Everchanging Glyph is enhancing your abilities, but remember, it consumes a lot of mana. You need to manage it carefully."
This was her first impression of the glyph. "Or maybe it is related to your mastery. The more you understand the rune, the more likely it is that you are going to consume less mana. I would suggest that when you are free, you should experiment with your body to increase your understanding."
She decided to shift the focus from the rune to his technical abilities. "Now, let's focus on the [Gale Stance] itself. As you know, the [Gale Stance] is designed to maximize speed and fluidity. It has three primary moves, each with a specific purpose."
Dakota began to outline the moves, reminding Astron of their importance. "We have the [High Gale], [Medium Gale], and [Low Gale]. Each one targets different areas and has its unique strategic advantages."
She continued, providing detailed feedback based on their sparring session. "During our spar, I noticed a few things. Your [High Gale] was quick and precise, but your strikes lacked follow-through. You need to commit fully to each strike to maximize its impact."
"For the [Medium Gale]," Dakota went on, "your transitions were smooth, but there was a hesitation in your movements. That hesitation can cost you in a real fight. You need to trust your instincts and the flow of mana within you."
"And finally, the [Low Gale]," Dakota said, her tone becoming serious. "Your low strikes were effective, but your stance was too rigid. Flexibility is key here; you need to stay loose and adaptable to react quickly to your opponent's movements."
"I see," Astron said after looking at his body. He imagined how he was moving in his head, and even though his imagination may not have been inaccurate, in his imagination, he had simulated his flaws.
"Now, take the [Gale Stance], and let's work on those details," Dakota instructed.
Astron assumed the [Gale Stance], his body poised and ready. Dakota moved around him, observing his posture and movements closely. She made small adjustments, correcting his form and ensuring his stance was perfect.
"Your left foot needs to be angled slightly more," she said, nudging his foot into position. "And keep your shoulders relaxed. Tension will slow you down."
As she continued to adjust his stance, Dakota explained, "These mistakes stem from the techniques you learned before as a combatant. For a normal, non-awakened human, those methods make sense. But now, as an awakened, you need to adapt and change."
She stepped back, watching as Astron made the adjustments. "Remember, your body is now enhanced by mana. You need to rely on that, not just your physical strength. Let the mana guide your movements, make them more fluid and powerful."
Astron nodded, focusing on integrating her corrections. He could feel the difference, the increased ease and efficiency in his movements. The Everchanging Glyph's effect on his body made it even more evident.
"Much better," Dakota said with approval. "Keep practicing, and these adjustments will become second nature." She said while slowly turning back. "From now on, you may see a little decrease in your sleep. Are you ready?"
But then she suddenly dropped the bomb.
"What do you mean, Master?" Astron asked, feeling a bit ominous. He was kind of predicting what was about to come.
Dakota turned back to face him, a smirk playing on her lips. "While your body is one of the best to change itself to suit the art you are using, it is not only limited to art but to every situation."
She paused, letting her words sink in. "For instance, extreme conditions."
The moment Astron heard this, he understood what she meant. A long and painful road awaited him, filled with grueling training sessions designed to push his limits and adapt his body to the harshest conditions imaginable.
Dakota's smirk widened as she saw the realization dawn on his face. "The Everchanging Glyph will help you adapt, but it won't make the process any less painful. You need to be prepared to endure and overcome."
Just as she said that there was an ominous glint in her eyes, and Astron knew what it was.
'The same eyes as those….'
A memory flashed for a split second, a memory that he had buried underneath for a long time.
"001. Do you know why this number is given to you?" The man's voice was cold and emotionless as he looked down at Astron with eyes that held no empathy, only superiority.
The man continued, his tone icy. "No matter what you do, you are the first in everything, the best. Best at combat, best at thinking, best at analyzing, best at killing. You are the best in everything."
The man's gaze bore into Astron's, unyielding and merciless. "But at the same time, you are also the best at not feeling anything. You are not a human but a number because of that—a tool that can only be used by humans. And I want to see….. I want to see the monster that you are going to become…. That is why we have prepared something for you."
For a split second, only a millisecond, his eyes flashed cold. The memory…. It was not something that he wished to remember.
Dakota's eyes contained the same madness that that person had. And his end was not well.
Dakota's voice pulled him back to the present. "You need to be prepared to endure and overcome."
Astron shook off the haunting memory, focusing on the present and the path ahead.
'I don't want it to end the same.'
Compared to the past, he was different now. He was changing. He did not want to return to the same person that he was at that time.
"I understand, Master. I'm ready," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. For the time being, he would see how things would go.
'As long as it does not harm my goal, I can endure everything.'
The other person could desire whatever they wanted; he would not care. As long as it is within reasonable limits and something that would not hinder his goals or align with them, he would comply.
No matter how painful it was, as he was already accustomed to the pain long ago.
Dakota nodded, her expression firm but approving. "Good. I will be looking forward to it."