As the being walked out from the fire, his entire body's skin lted. He did not have any eyes anymore, no nose and only his mouth remained unperturbed, twisted into a grotesque shape by his continuous laughter.
The being's entire body was burned black, a grotesque sight of horror as if a true devil had descended from the deepest depths of the abyssal hell. His unhinged and mad laughter continued as he strode forward with a sword in his hand, its hilt dragging through the ground behind him.
He could not see, but he could indeed sense his enemy where he stood, and he walked toward him slowly, step by step.
Zhao staggered backward in trepidation at this ghastly, abominable sight of the demon walking toward him while laughing. Even though he was still in his transformation state and was quite large compared to the devil in front of him, if soone were to compare them, Zhao's form would look like an utter joke next to the grisly, horrifying visage of his enemy.
Zhao stuttered in fear, his voice trembling as he shouted, "HOW CAN YOU STILL BE ALIVE? THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE!"
Valtar lifted his hand—the one not holding the sword—and pointed a single finger at his enemy as he delivered his revelation, "Because sotis, Zhao, the world does not require a hero who spreads justice and equality, but a devil who breeds madness and chaos."
Zhao was gripped with even greater fear, his mind flooding with imnse regret. He should've just killed this guy right then and there. This thing in front of him was pure evil, a being that defied reason. He forcefully cald his mind and attacked with full power, his determination to tear the devil's body to shreds burning fiercely.
Zhao lunged straight for him with his axe, swinging it with brutal force. Valtar slashed at the right mont, their weapons interlocking. This ti, Valtar was hardly pushed back a few centiters. Despite being unable to see, his two sensory-type skills allowed him to feel and sense everything around him, enabling him to fight without issue. All his pain receptors were already burned away, so pain was no hindrance anymore, not even a flicker of discomfort.
They pulled back their weapons and attacked each other again, then again, and again. Sotis they threw extra attacks with their additional limbs, the fight locked in an equal stalemate as blows were exchanged without yielding.
The fire surrounding them crept closer inch by inch, the heat intensifying steadily. This was becoming a critical problem for Zhao. The scorching air frayed his calm mind, which should have been focused solely on fighting his enemy. To make matters worse, his transformation did not have much ti left, the energy sustaining it draining rapidly.
Zhao's attacks grew more frenzied. He had to kill this devil fast before the flas or his limits consud him. Valtar, seeing his opponent's desperation, only laughed louder as he matched the increased tempo. He began deliberately taking hits to his body, ensuring his strikes landed on his opponent in return. More and more grievous injuries appeared on Zhao's body, though they healed quickly—each regeneration coming at a cost. His transformation ti dwindled further, and the bleed effect from Valtar's sword forced him to expend more energy to negate its corrosive influence.
Seizing an opening, Valtar feinted an attack and slid beneath his opponent's legs. With a vicious slash, he cut into Zhao's leg joints, the strike nearly severing them entirely.
This ti, the wounds took far longer to heal. Zhao had no choice but to kneel on the ground with one leg, his lower foot numb and unresponsive. Valtar circled behind Zhao, using the opportunity to plunge his sword straight into his heart with a rciless thrust.
Zhao let out an ear-deafening scream, the sound echoing over the roar of flas. With his last breath, he muttered in a sad, regretful tone, "I just,,,,,,,,,,,,," "Wanted" "to,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,," "be" "freee..."
The crackle of flas roared in the background, but for a mont, there was silence—a silent, unspoken respect for the man who had fought for his freedom with every ounce of his strength.
As Zhao's transformation unraveled, his body shrinking back to its original form, Valtar stepped forward and plucked the blood crystal from his forehead. It seed this crystal had been his core, the source of his power. Valtar consud it without hesitation, as he always did.
Valtar stood there for a mont, staring at his opponent's lifeless body. He let out a deep sigh, a grim acknowledgnt of the fallen enemy before him, and said, "Your karma has been settled."
[Ding,,,,,]
[You have devoured an activated concept crystal]
[Conditions to advance to the third stage have been t]
[Conditions to beco a Pathwalker have been t]
[Requirents have been t for System Version-1 activation]
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[Booting,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,]
[Ding,,,, Ding,,,,]
[System Version-1 has been fully activated]
[Binding force of the Hidden Forest, present in the tree water consud by the host, has been partially negated]
[Parasitic poison of the Dark Elven tribe has been fully destroyed]
[20% of the quest "Obtain the Legacy of the Hidden Forest and Escape" has been completed]
[Bloodline trace of an Unknown Titan has been detected in the host's body] —————————
[Initiating direct advancent to a Pathwalker]
[Concept Realm is being created inside the host]
[Concept Library is being created]
[Creation complete]
[You have achieved the class of Sky Mystic]
Sothing inside Valtar was being forged—a mysterious space, a realm of concept, thus called the Concept Realm. It resembled a small floating landmass suspended in the sky, its edges fading into an endless expanse of blue dotted with billowing white clouds. One could not venture to the corners of this land to see what lay beneath, for it existed in perpetual isolation. At its center stood a grand library, its doors shut tight, secrets locked within.
[Congratulations. You have beco a Pathwalker—a being who walks the true path of power in this world, one who follows the unending road of advancent.]
The sensation of becoming a Pathwalker was surreal for Valtar. A strange, soothing energy washed over his mind, followed by his entire body lting and reforming as if he were a candle. While his body underwent this tamorphosis, the flas of the forest fire reached him. He healed even as he burned alive, the conflicting forces warring over his flesh. The pain itself was irrelevant, but he worried the flas might disrupt his advancent.
[You have gained partial fire immunity.]
Thankfully, the system intervened. Though he still felt the heat, the pain dulled, and the flas ceased consuming him despite the inferno raging around him. Normal fire would no longer harm him, a small rcy in the chaos.
When the transformation concluded, his worldview shattered and reassembled—an indescribable sensation, as if the universe itself had rewritten his existence. His strength nearly doubled, a surge of raw power flooding his veins. He erged from the forest fire no longer resembling a charred demon clawing its way from the abyss but as a strikingly handso man with deep ocean-blue eyes and jet-black hair. His body was now finely tuned, radiating an aura of charm and mystery, his expression cold and unreadable as he stepped free of the flas, unscathed.
Then the system notifications erupted once more, rapid and unrelenting:
[Resonance has reached 100% and has transford into Material Resonance]
[You have now fully embodied the existence known as Valtar Titanblood]
[You have unlocked the skill Karmic Intuition]
[You have unlocked Karma Attribute "Negative Karma"]
[You have unlocked Karma Attribute "Positive Karma"]
[You have unlocked Mystic Attribute "Mystic Energy"]
[All of your skills have been strengthened]
[You have gained the title Murderous Devil]
[Your status has transford]
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[Eternal Karma Interface]
Host: Valtar Titanblood
Age: 18
Status: Pathwalker of Karma
Species: Human
Alignnt: Chaotic Neutral
Stage: 1 Mystic - Forge Weaver
Class: Sky Mystic
Bloodline: Titan (Inactive)
Primary Stats -
Strength: 110
Vitality: 110
Agility: 100
ntal Fortitude: 100
Material Resonance: 8%
Mystic Energy: 100
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Concepts -
Karma: 0%
Positive Karma (PK): 0
Negative Karma (NK): 20
Karmic Energy (KE): 900
Karma Skill: Karmic Intuition
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Blood: 0%
Blood Skills: (Blood Spears, Ghost Summon)
Acquired Skills -
[Sensory Perception]
[Survival Instinct]
[ntal Defense]
[Silent Steps]
[Killing Intent]
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Affinities
Shadow Affinity: 10%
Fire Affinity: 50%
Titles -
Murderous Devil
The interface had undergone drastic changes. His previous na had vanished entirely, Suggesting he was fully synchronized with this body. His new status now read "Pathwalker of Karma," a title that now ant nothing to him.
"What does that even an?" Valtar asked aloud, frustration tinging his voice. [...]
"What is karma?" [Karma is the omnipotent arbiter of balance, an unseen force that intricately binds every action, thought, and intent to its inevitable consequence. Neither rciful nor vengeful, it weaves the threads of fate with absolute precision, ensuring harmony is restored across ti and existence.]
"In English, please?" [Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.]
[In this case, even the intentions you hold toward the world will be repaid in kind.]
[It is the universal principle of cause and effect.]
[The concept that governs fate itself.]
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