In stark contrast to the tragic fate of so human rulers who beca slaves, there were also humans who experienced extraordinary fortune.
Amid the vast emptiness of the silent cosmos stood an imnse realm—hundreds of thousands of tis larger than the Divine Sky Realm. Hovering majestically above this void was a massive island, the heart of life for countless creatures living in unique harmony with the forces of nature.
This island was a breathtaking sight. Every corner buzzed with the activities of various races of beings living their lives with great enthusiasm. Beast Masters trained wild beasts into either ta companions or loyal protectors.
rchants showcased rare artifacts that glowed with magical energy, while craftsn busied themselves forging exotic weapons from mysterious materials. The vibrant cacophony was like a lody of life, a testant that this place was a hub of power and high civilization.
The architecture of this grand island stood in stark contrast to the majestic beauty of the Divine Sky Realm. Every structure was designed to blend seamlessly with nature, reflecting a harmony between technology and untad wilderness. Towering spires adorned with giant beast-head sculptures symbolized the glory of the Beast Masters. The walls of the buildings were covered in softly glowing vines, appearing alive as if to protect the structures within.
Across the roads, arched bridges made of giant bones bore witness to the taming of the wild forces of nature. All of this gave the impression that the island was more than a re dwelling—it was a kingdom ruled by beings of extraordinary power.
The sky above the island was a spectacle in itself. A bluish-green hue radiated softly with the flow of invisible magical energy. The faint glow from the heavens created a serene atmosphere, despite the overwhelming power palpable in every breath of air. In the distance, a colossal fortress lood, guarded by enormous beasts. These loyal protectors of the Beast Masters added an aura of strength and majesty to the island.
On one of the bustling main streets, a group of soldiers dressed in luxurious attire walked together, engaged in serious discussion. Their leader, a large man clad in a thick fur mantle, initiated the conversation.
"Have you heard the latest news? Master Gerald has co to our island to train his disciple," he said, his voice deep but filled with enthusiasm.
One of the soldiers beside him responded, his tone laced with envy, "Yes, I've heard. But I also heard that the new disciple cos from a lower-tier realm." There was a faint hint of mockery in his words.
Another mber chid in, adding fuel to the discussion. They were all beings from high-tier realms, brimming with a sense of superiority. To them, the idea that soone from a lower-tier realm could beco Master Gerald's disciple was an affront to their status.
However, a woman at the back of the group spoke firmly, her face exuding clear pride. "Watch your words. Master Gerald's new disciple is incredibly strong. He could defeat all of you with one hand," she declared, her eyes glinting with confidence.
The man who had mocked earlier narrowed his eyes, feeling insulted. "What do you an by that? Are you in love with him or sothing?" he retorted, his tone half-mocking.
The woman blushed but didn't hide her admiration. "Of course. Besides his handso appearance, he's extrely powerful. He's an Alpha Command," she said, imagining the face of William Anderson.
One of the team mbers, a burly man with narrowed eyes full of curiosity, slowly shook his head. "What? He's an Alpha Command?"
*Note: Alpha Command = tier-3 stage in system power
Behind him, a younger-looking companion let out a small laugh, his skeptical grin unmistakable.
"Isn't that not enough? I an, yeah... it's impressive, but far from extraordinary. I'm sure there are plenty of talents out there who can easily surpass that."
His tone carried a hint of mockery, but in the corner of his eyes, a trace of envy flickered, barely concealed.
The woman, standing with a relaxed yet confident deanor, crossed her arms over her chest. Her piercing gaze seed to challenge anyone to argue further.
"He also possesses an S-rank talent," she said softly but sharply.
Her statent brought a mont of silence. All team mbers stopped, looking at one another as if trying to process the information. So displayed disbelief, while others began showing traces of fear.
"Are you serious? You're not joking, right?" A man's voice rasped, sounding as if he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer. He swallowed hard, shifting his gaze from the woman to their leader, hoping for clarification.
The team leader, a tall man with a commanding aura, folded his arms behind his back. He nodded slowly, his expression turning serious. "If that's true, I can sense sothing interesting will happen in the coming years," he murmured in a low tone, more to himself than anyone else.
The leader scanned his surroundings sharply, ensuring no strangers were nearby. His jaw tightened as he whispered in a warning tone.
"Enough. Stop speaking poorly of Master Gerald's new disciple. If the security officers hear you…" He let the sentence hang in the air, his eyes scrutinizing each team mber with heavy pressure.
So of them lowered their heads, realizing their mistake. The leader took a deep breath, trying to calm his now irregular heartbeat.
High above the tallest tower, a figure clad in a black cloak stood motionless. Their hood obscured most of their face, leaving only sharp eyes visible, piercing through the darkness. Rabbit-like ears twitched, seemingly catching every whisper of the wind.
The figure slowly raised a hand, gesturing silence to soone behind them. "Stay here for now," they said in a low voice, like a cold breeze in the night.
At the sa ti as the adventuring team discussed William Anderson, a small island was drifting through the void.
In the dark, silent expanse of the cosmos, a small island floated with steady motion. The island appeared simple, devoid of excessive embellishnt, yet the aura emanating from it clearly indicated it was no ordinary place.
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