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You’ve made a grave mistake, boy," he said, his voice deep and nacing.
"You’ve crossed the Vantore family, and for that, you will pay."
Dabi’s heart pounded in his chest. These were no ordinary opponents.
He could feel the overwhelming power radiating from them power that far surpassed his own.
But before the Vantore elder could strike, Raghnall stepped forward, his own power flaring.
"If you want to fight, you’ll have to go through ," the headmaster said, his voice calm but firm.
The tension in the air was palpable as the two sides prepared for what was to co.
The air crackled with tension as the Vantore family elders lood over the battlefield.
Their leader, a tall, imposing man with red eyes, stepped forward, his aura exuding imnse power.
He was clearly at the top of his rank, far beyond the level of ordinary fighters.
"You’ve caused enough trouble for us, boy," the leader said, his gaze fixed on Dabi.
"The Vantore family doesn’t tolerate insolence."
Dabi felt the overwhelming pressure of their presence but stood his ground, focusing on his newfound strength.
He had leveled up, gaining more power, and it was ti to use it.
System Notification
Ding! You have allocated 12 Stat Points to Agility!
Dabi’s Correct Stats (Level 49):
Strength: 73
Agility: 70 ( 10 from the ring)
Endurance: 68
Intelligence: 68
Mana: 450
mory: 54
Dabi could feel the change imdiately.
His body felt lighter, his reflexes sharper, and the flow of his movents more fluid than ever before.
His agility was now a force to be reckoned with.
But as he prepared to face the new threat, Raghnall Ferrin, the headmaster of Astral Heaven Academy, stepped in front of him.
His calm, commanding presence filled the battlefield.
"Enough," Raghnall said, his voice cold but steady. "This fight ends now."
The Vantore family leader, whose na was Garrick Vantore, gave a dark chuckle.
His red eyes scanned Raghnall dismissively before his gaze shifted back to Dabi.
"So, the great fallen saint finally decides to show his face," Garrick mocked, his tone dripping with arrogance.
"I thought you were done playing the hero after your little ’accident.’"
Raghnall’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t rise to the bait.
The Ranking System Introduced-
Dabi, his friends, and even Reniel listened closely as Garrick’s words hung in the air.
The concept of Ranks was sothing every warrior aspired to achieve in their world.
From the mont soone crossed Level 50, they entered a new stage of power and prestige, marked by Ranks.
The ranks were as follows:
1. Gatekeeper (Level 50–99)
Mastery over basic dinsions and portals.
2. Riftwalker (Level 100–149)
Ability to traverse dinsional rifts with ease.
3. Abyssal Knight (Level 150–199)
Skilled in battling within the depths of dinsional chaos.
4. Master (Level 200–299)
Command over complex dinsional energies.
5. Grandmaster (Level 300–399)
Command over entire dinsions and the entities within.
6. Voidbreaker (Level 400–499)
Breaks through the boundaries of the void, on the verge of transcendence.
7. Saint (Level 500 )
Transcendent beings that have fully mastered the void and all dinsions.
As the ranks were laid out, Dabi’s heart raced. He turned to his friends, who were equally wide-eyed.
"Did you know about this?" Dabi asked, shocked.
"No! I thought the highest rank was Grandmaster," one of his friends exclaid, their eyes darting between Dabi and Raghnall.
"Wait," another friend interjected, a thoughtful look crossing his face.
"Are you saying that Garrick Vantore is a Voidbreaker? That’s insane! He’s on the cusp of becoming a Saint!"
Dabi nodded, feeling the weight of the situation.
"And Raghnall was a Saint too," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "But now… he’s a fallen saint."
Garrick’s red aura flared as he prepared to attack, but Raghnall responded in kind.
Despite his injury, the headmaster unleashed a fraction of his true strength, the ground cracking under the pressure of his energy.
The sheer force of his power caused the weaker mbers of the Vantore family to take a step back, their faces filled with shock.
"You’re not as invincible as you think, Garrick," Raghnall said, his voice low but filled with authority.
"And you will not harm Dabi or anyone under my protection."
Garrick sneered. "Protection? You couldn’t even protect your own body, let alone this brat."
Raghnall didn’t respond to the insult. Instead, he raised his hand, and a massive wave of pressure flooded the battlefield.
The sheer weight of Raghnall’s power was undeniable, even in his weakened state.
For a mont, it felt as if the air itself had been squeezed tight, leaving no room to breathe.
Garrick’s eyes narrowed, and though he still wore a smug expression, Dabi could sense a slight hesitation.
The power differential between Garrick and the headmaster might not have been as wide as Garrick believed.
Seeing this, the elders of the Vantore family stepped forward, their combined power creating a wall of energy behind Garrick.
It was clear they were prepared to back him up, even if it ant clashing with Raghnall.
But before things could escalate further, one of the Vantore family’s elders stepped forward, placing a hand on Garrick’s shoulder.
"We’ve made our point, Garrick," the elder said quietly. "Let it go. We don’t want to start a war here."
Garrick clenched his jaw, his pride wounded, but he finally nodded.
"Very well," he said, his voice cold. "But mark my words, this isn’t over.
The Vantore family never forgets."
With that, the Vantore family withdrew, leaving behind an air of tension and unresolved conflict.
As they disappeared into the distance, Raghnall let out a breath, the pressure in the air dissipating along with his power.
Dabi, still shaken but standing firm, turned to the headmaster. "Thank you… for stepping in."
Raghnall nodded, but his expression remained serious. "You’ve made powerful enemies today, Dabi.
Be cautious. Don’t Forget.
The Vantore family may have retreated for now, but they won’t forget this."
Dabi’s heart pounded, the weight of Raghnall’s words sinking in....
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