It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that his progress could be hindered by sothing as trivial as access to ingredients. However, Evan knew that that would not be a problem if he won the war. After all, if that happened, he would gain access to the clan's treasury and get the ingredients he needed to make the pill from there.
The Body Strengthening Pill held no value for Evan, as he could easily increase his stats through other ans. However, the Body Rejuvenation Pill was a different story. Having taken nurous pills from a young age, he knew that his body was riddled with impurities. This was a hidden danger that he needed to address as soon as possible, as it could beco a bottleneck in his cultivation.
Thus, the Body Rejuvenation Pill was extrely beneficial to him, and he wanted one at all cost.
It led him to beco more determined than ever to win the inheritance war.
Twelve hours drifted by, with the suns bidding adieu and slipping beyond the horizon, making way for the moon to ascend to the zenith of the sky. The silver light of the moon illuminated the capital planet of the Sun Moon Empire, enveloping it in a shroud of darkness. Only a few stars twinkled above, distant and aloof from the world below.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind billowed in through the open window of the Mansion, rustling the curtains and brushing against Evan's slumbering form. The sudden touch of the cool breeze caused him to shiver involuntarily, prompting him to cover himself with the blanket using a swift kick of his feet. Seeking warmth and comfort amidst the nocturnal chill, he nestled himself deeper into the soft folds of the blanket. He had no intention of rousing from his peaceful slumber just yet, but fate had other plans in store for him.
Brrrring brrrring!
The shrill sound of the communicator filled the air, rousing Evan from his sleep.
"Who could be ringing up at this hour? I hope it's not another ergency."
His eyes groggy and unfocused, he fumbled for the device. He was not yet fully awake, so he struggled to find and pick up the communicator. Once he did, he unlocked it, causing a screen to glow out of it.
He peered at the screen, and what he saw caused his heart to skip a beat.
"The second trial, which was supposed to last for three days, is ending prematurely due to unforeseen circumstances. The third trial is about to begin. All surviving participants of the inheritance war are requested to gather at the monster tower within 10 minutes. If you are late, your right to participate in the war will be revoked, and you will be stripped of your status."
The urgency in the ssage was palpable, and Evan knew he couldn't afford to waste any ti.
"I can't believe they're starting the third trial so soon. Sothing must have gone terribly wrong in the second trial."
He quickly gathered his belongings and wore his equipnt, his mind racing with questions. Why was the third trial starting so soon? The second trial was ant to last three days. What had happened to cut it short?
As he mulled over these questions, a plausible explanation struck him. Each mber of the Imperial Frost Clan had a life plate that indicated whether they were alive or dead. It was possible that the young masters who were on Planet X had t an unfortunate end during the inheritance war, causing their life plates to go dark. This could explain why the second trial ended abruptly and why there was no need to wait for the full three days before beginning the third trial.
"I have no sympathy for those young masters of the branch families of my clan. They knew the risks of participating in the inheritance war and chose to do so anyway. It's their own fault if they t their demise."
Evan held an acerbic opinion of the young masters hailing from the branch families of the Imperial Frost Clan, who may have t their untily demise in the ruthless inheritance war. He believed their conduct was nothing short of senseless, as they had willingly thrown themselves into a treacherous competition for assets that did not rightfully belong to them. In contrast to Dante and Mathew, who were coerced and brainwashed into participating in the war by the frostweavers, the young masters from other families had opted to join in of their own volition, and now it seed probable that they had paid the ultimate price for their careless decision-making.
In Evan's mind, the inheritance war was a rciless and cutthroat competition, where the worth of human life was comparable to that of a re cabbage. These young masters, nurtured and shielded from the harsh realities of the world by their loving families, did not belong in such a brutal competition They were ill-equipped to handle the ferocity of the competition, and their naivety had most likely already resulted in dire consequences for them.
After suiting up, Evan darted into the bathroom adjacent to his room, urgently turning on the faucet and letting the frigid water splash onto his face. The icy shock jolted his senses awake, infusing him with a rush of energy and clarity.
Then, with an agile bound, he launched himself towards the window of his room, his feet landing squarely on the surface of his trusty hover board.
Vroom!
The sleek tallic material humd with energy as he activated it, propelling himself forward with a burst of speed towards the looming behemoth in the distance.
Whoosh!
As he hurtled towards his destination on his hover board, the fierce wind whipped through his hair, the exhilarating rush of air igniting a fire within his veins. With every passing second, he drew closer to his destination, and the anticipation of what lay ahead only added to the adrenaline pumping through his body.
He knew that the path ahead would be treacherous and rife with peril, but he refused to let anything hinder his progress.
With an unwavering determination burning bright within him, he was ready to overco every challenge that he was to face in the war and erge victorious against all odds.
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