"Kekekeke…" A figure erged from the shadows—a man clad in gleaming bright red armor, holding a sword that radiated a faint crimson glow. His long hair frad a handso face that wore a deceptive, almost gentle smile.Behind him, several others stepped out of hiding. Their well-maintained gear and confident stances revealed them to be an experienced and well-equipped party.
"Did you two just clear the Archmage Dungeon?" the man in red armor asked. His voice carried an air of false politeness.
Leon glanced at him, analyzing the situation. The leader's deanor and appearance seed refined, but the intent in his eyes was anything but noble. "Yes," Leon replied simply, his tone devoid of concern.
The red-armored man smiled. "Allow to introduce myself. My na is Maximillius Light. I am the son of the leader of the Celestial Light Organization."
Leon raised an eyebrow. He was familiar with the organization—a renowned group known for its supposed altruism and strict discipline. However, seeing Maximillius's smug deanor and the opportunistic gleam in his eyes, Leon couldn't help but question their reputation.
"We were planning to raid that dungeon," Maximillius continued, his tone becoming sharper. "My party waited for over a week, and then you ca along and snatched it from us. So, you'll compensate us now."
Leon's expression didn't waver. "Compensate you? Didn't you take the quest from the guild board?" he asked while casually twirling the Bright tal Staff in his hand.
Maximillius's eyes narrowed, catching the faint hum of power emanating from the staff. "We didn't need to," he admitted with a smirk. "It's common courtesy to pay your respects to stronger groups, especially ones like us. Just leave half your loot, and we'll let you go."
A voice from behind Maximillius chid in, filled with malice. "Boss, why settle for half? Let's take it all—and the girl too."
The rest of the group erupted in laughter, their intentions now crystal clear.
Leon sighed, shaking his head. "You claim to be part of the Celestial Light Organization, right?" he asked.
Maximillius nodded proudly. "Yes. That's why it's in your best interest to comply. Leave the loot, or we'll make you regret it."
Leon's smirk deepened. "Funny. I thought the Celestial Light Organization stood for honor and justice. Guess they're just good at spreading rumors about themselves."
Maximillius's smile faded. "Watch your tongue," he growled. "This is your last chance—leave it all."
Leon chuckled softly. "Weren't you asking for just half a mont ago? Now it's everything?" He glanced at Roselia, who was suppressing a laugh.
Maximillius sneered. "My n are professionals. You're outnumbered and outclassed. Don't test your luck."
Leon shrugged, gripping the Bright tal Staff. "Well, since you're so confident… let show you sothing."
He raised the staff, activating his legendary spell. "Excalibur!" A dazzling blade of pure energy materialized in his hand, its radiance illuminating the forest and making Maximillius's group squint.
The red-armored leader's expression hardened as he drew his sword. "Dragon Slayer Edge!" A crimson aura engulfed his weapon, clashing against the light of Excalibur. His confidence faltered for a split second as he muttered, "Impossible. My aura can cut through anything…" Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire
Leon tilted his head, amused. "Oh? I'm just Level 60. What's the problem?" he asked mockingly.
Maximillius's eyes widened. "What?! You're Level 60, and you're this strong?! I'm Level 80!"
Leon's grin widened. He wasn't lying, of course. His level is indeed level 60, but his stats are far beyond what Maximillius could comprehend—closer to 200. But watching his opponent struggle to rationalize the disparity was far too entertaining.
"Well, let's see how your 'strength' holds up," Leon said, swinging Excalibur. The blade's light shattered Maximillius's crimson aura with ease, forcing the red-armored man to stumble back in disbelief.
"Impossible…!" Maximillius gasped.
"Oh, it's very possible," Leon replied, his voice cold. "Let's end this quickly. You're not worth my ti."
Roselia stepped forward, her sword drawn and ready. "Don't bother running. None of you are leaving this forest, Alive."
Leon and Roselia exchanged a knowing glance. They both understood the gravity of the situation. Being targeted by a high-level organization like the Celestial Light Organization was not sothing they could simply brush off. Even if they spared Maximillius and his group, it would only invite endless pursuit and harassnt. However, killing them now would at least delay those repercussions, buying them valuable ti.
The thought of escaping entirely was unrealistic. The Celestial Light Organization likely had resources to track them, including advanced relics and spells capable of revealing the past within a specific area. Such artifacts could reconstruct their actions, ensuring that any cover-up would eventually co to light. But that was a problem for the future. For now, they needed to eliminate the imdiate threat.
"You guys really ca at the perfect ti," Leon said with a calm but dangerous smile, holding the Bright tal Staff. His aura flared as he prepared to test the full potential of his newfound power. After integrating the Legacy of the Golden Magus, he had unlocked spells and abilities that expanded his already formidable repertoire.
Legacy integration was rare and powerful—so much so that even among the strongest adventurers, very few had access to such capabilities. Unlike classes or fixed affinities, legacies don't allow unprecedented growth and adaptability. So legacies ca with specific limitations, but Leon's Golden Magus legacy offered powerful Potential in tal magic, enhancing his affinity for tal magic and granting him dominion over complex tal constructs.
He knew Maximillius, as the son of a major organization's leader, would undoubtedly have top-tier equipnt and spells. However, Leon doubted that Maximillius possessed a legacy. Even within such a privileged background, legacies were far too rare and precious to be granted to soone who wasn't deed absolutely deserving.
Maximillius sneered, trying to regain his composure. "You think you can intimidate ? My father has equipped with the best spells and weapons. You don't stand a chance."
Leon smirked and glanced at Roselia. "Let's test that theory."
Roselia nodded and stepped forward, her sword gleaming with her battle aura. "You take the leader. I'll handle the rest," she said calmly, already focusing her energy on the advancing party mbers.
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