Noah's gaze inevitably went on the golden crown on Lisa's head.
That ornament was a symbol of power, of rule over a country and its citizens.
'Being the king of the Odrea nation, marry one of their women, have children, defy the Empire… I've read too many stories like that.'
The hero joins the suppressed country and saves the day against the terrible and awful enemy that only wants more power, giving his everything for the greater good of his subjects.
'Yet, I'm the terrible and awful enemy only interested in power here.'
In a world where humans could bee deities, power surpassed any ethics.
'My mother was a good woman, she was abused and was ultimately forced to kill herself because she was weak; June was only a kid when her family started to train her like a beast. Countries, laws, they have no value…'
His mind then recalled the dream in the test of the attitude at the academy.
Noah clearly remembered his feelings at the sight of countless human figures kneeling toward him while he was sitting on the throne.
He felt nothing.
Only the brilliant stars in the distant sky could move him, his ambition continuously sharpened with the passage of time, being a pure will that dictated his every move.
He had one regret though.
Lily, the woman that had suffered in his place to give him enough time to bee independent, the woman that was happy to see her son choosing cultivation over her.
The suffused moans ing from her room still resounded in Noah's mind and each of her bruises was a weight over his heart, it was only thanks to his innate detachment that he was able to suppress his killing intent when he was in the inner circle of the Balvan mansion.
'I have no interest in that crown.'
He sighed as he reached that conclusion in his mind.
'Well, there is also a problem with my inscription method, I can't really live up to their standards.'
Noah organized his thoughts before giving an answer to Lisa.
"My inscription method can only produce darkness-type inscribed items. Maybe, in the future, I will be able to avoid this limitation, but my experience is simply too little right now."
He was a man of two worlds, he was quite sure that, as his ability improved, he would be able to modify the forging process to better suit his necessities.
Yet, the method always stressed to use an element matching your aptitude, not only absorbing "Breath" of another element required a pletely different process, but also its manipulation would be harder.
The aptitude was innate, Noah would find manipulating "Breath" of another element more difficult.
"Cultivation techniques are the same, my level is too low to even create something for me and they are further limited by my element. Both your requests are simply outside the range of my abilities."
Noah's explanation made Lisa wear a disappointed expression.
Of all the outsiders that have e to her country, Noah was the only one that could perform inscriptions, that art was taught only by top-tier organizations and similar.
"Can't you just teach your inscription method to us? You don't seem the kind of person bound by honor if the price meets your standards."
Lisa directly asked for the plete method, in her mind, that was the only solution.
However, Noah shook his head.
"My method is flawed, I believe that it will kill your country before the Empire breaks through the formation."
Noah was being honest.
Among all the practitioners of the Elemental forging method, he was the only one having it quite easy.
He could skip the long absorption processes because he was taking "Breath" directly from his dantian and his mental sphere was always stronger than the purity of that "Breath
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