The skill, now at this level, was on a completely different tier compared to before.
The first thing he had done upon leveling it up was strengthen the [mory Link] he maintained with Dani.
Before, the link had been fragile, a thin thread that would have snapped after barely three uses.
It had been weak, limited, constantly on the verge of fading away whenever he relied on it. Every attempt to pull information from Dani had been a gamble, every contact carefully rationed.
But now... now he could use it freely, without any concerns of it shattering prematurely.
The strengthened link pulsed in the back of his mind like a steady heartbeat, solid and dependable.
With this, he could extract far more information about the dark guild than ever before, with no fear of the connection cutting short at the crucial mont.
It was progress, but progress also demanded caution. That was why he had made sothing very clear to Dani. He told him never to contact his ’Ryhar’ persona again.
Harry’s eyes darkened at the thought.
Maintaining that line of contact might seem convenient, but it was also a glaring weak point, one that could expose everything if even a hint slipped.
He couldn’t afford to take that risk—not when he was only at the very beginning of his infiltration. This was the most delicate stage, the phase where one misstep could unravel everything before it even began.
His plan was simple in words, but dangerous in execution: to infiltrate the dark guild completely, tear apart their foundation from the inside, and above all, stop their plans to summon the Demon Lord into this world.
From Leon’s mories, he knew exactly what would happen if that creature descended.
The Demon Lord alone was a calamity, his presence enough to turn nations into graveyards. If he succeeded in entering Earth, the casualties would be beyond imagining—millions, perhaps tens of millions, slaughtered in the wake of his power.
Harry’s fists tightened slightly as his jaw set. He would not allow that to happen—not in this tiline.
He would endure, he would hide, and he would strike when the mont was right.
His eyes narrowed as he leaned back, a thought cutting across his mind like a whisper.
’I also need to awaken my other affinities...’ he thought, letting out a low sigh.
His progress so far was comndable, but in the end, he had only awakened four out of the nine affinities that existed in this world.
Harry exhaled, laying down flat on the bed with his gaze fixed on the ceiling.
At the academy, he had been taught the sa thing every other student in the world had been taught: that there were six elents—the six affinities available to human beings. Fire, Water, Lightning, Wind, Earth, and Light.
These six were considered the pillars of magic itself, the foundation on which all combat, strategy, and growth for Elentalist and Mages were built.
Yet now, he knew better.
The truth he carried inside him was far heavier, far more terrifying, than anything those instructors had even hinted at.
In reality, there weren’t just six affinities—there were nine!
Those six they were taught about at the academy were rely the only ones available to human beings, and weren’t the total number of elents.
The remaining three were Darkness, Space, and lastly... Ti.
Harry’s eyes narrowed slightly as he rolled to the side, resting his elbow against the bed while staring at the faint glow of the city through his window.
’Now that the dark guild’s gaining popularity... the Darkness elent is probably recognized by the higher-ups already.’ he thought.
It was inevitable. The more the dark guild spread their influence, the harder it would be for the governing guilds and organizations to suppress knowledge about the affinity.
Soon, even ordinary people would have to accept the elent of darkness existed, and wasn’t just a myth.
The world was changing too fast, and secrets that had once been impossible to uncover were slowly being dragged out into the light.
But Darkness wasn’t what occupied Harry’s thoughts the most.
No, the elent he longed for above all others—the one he needed most—was Ti.
From Leon’s mories, he had seen what Ti Affinity was capable of.
It wasn’t just powerful. It was overwhelming. It was the kind of power that tilted the balance of the battlefield by its re presence. And currently, the one he knew who should be the most powerful in wielding ti elent was Kronos—the god of ti himself.
Harry’s expression hardened. ’I’ll have to fight him sooner or later... without ti elent, facing him will be impossible. I’ll have no chance.’
The bitter truth dug deeper into him with every thought.
No matter how many skills he leveled up, no matter how much energy manipulation he mastered, or how sharp his blades beca—against the one who could control the very flow of existence itself, none of it would matter.
He might be able to overwhelm Kronos’s abilities if his energy was strong enough, but with what he had seen from Leon’s mories, he doubted it would be that simple.
The scales would always tip against him unless he too could wield the sa affinity.
And yet... no matter how desperately he tried, no matter how much effort he poured into it, he simply couldn’t comprehend the elent.
It was frustrating beyond asure. He never expected it to be this difficult.
After all, he had Leon’s mories. He had watched the man’s life in intricate detail, seen how Leon manipulated ti as naturally as breathing.
He had studied the subtle fluctuations, the way Leon slowed, rewound, or accelerated the tiniest fragnts of reality to gain overwhelming advantage.
In his arrogance, Harry had believed that by following those steps, by retracing that exact process, he too would eventually unlock the sa affinity.
But contrary to his expectations, it was like trying to grasp mist with his bare hands.
Every ti he reached out, every ti he tried to focus and feel the flow of sothing beyond normal elents, it was as though a massive wall rose up before him.
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