Earth was no longer a place where isolated power could thrive. Survival demanded a collective rise in capability, even if that ant empowering people outside his direct influence. Those uncommon items beca tools of survival, not just for individuals, but for humanity as a whole.
The people he was giving the items to might protect soone with an imnse talent by chance, and that person would beco a pillar to humanity.
Arthur knew that Earth still hadn’t shown its champion, the SS-rank that was ant to help it against the force of evil.
As for him, he was an anomaly. He didn’t see himself as Earth’s champion.
Arthur understood that real leadership wasn’t just about building his own legacy—it was about preparing the world for the battle to co. So of these people might later beco his enemies, but so be it; they would just be stepped on by him.
Sarah hefted a rare-ranked sword that was filled with energy. "This equipnt... It’s worth fortunes."
"Not anymore, in the new world order, loyalty and capability matter more than re dollars," Arthur replied.
It was the economic paradigm shift.
Marcus examined an uncommon shield that glowed with enchantnts. "How do we evaluate potential recruits?"
"Trust your instincts. Combat performance, tactical thinking, and willingness to follow orders. The sa qualities that brought you here."
Pattern recognition through experience.
The fifteen new guild mbers began distributing the items that Arthur had given them.
Arthur turned toward Aetherion, who had been flying around the guild hall in circles.
"I’ll be back," he announced to the assembled group.
"Take to Jasmine."
The void dragon’s eyes sparkled with renewed enthusiasm. "Visit ti! We are going to visit big sister!"
Reality began shifting around them as Aetherion prepared for another dinsional journey.
Ti to check on Charlotte’s condition.
The guild hall faded as Arthur prepared for the most important conversation of his life.
Everything depends on what Jasmine discovered.
Arthur materialized in Village #419’s central plaza, the familiar stone buildings appearing around him like mories made manifest.
But sothing felt wrong.
It’s too quiet. It seems like most players are not here.
The village that had once bustled with player activity now resembled a ghost town. Empty stress, almost abandoned. The training grounds lay silent, practice weapons rusting in the afternoon sun.
His eyes detected movent signs from the inn district—clusters of energy signatures that radiated despair rather than hope. Through reinforced windows, Arthur glimpsed figures hunched over tankards of ale, their postures speaking of decisions that haunted them.
Those people inside the inn were players. They were drowning their sorrows, clearly having made choices they regret.
The rge had forced impossible decisions on everyone. Stay and fight unknown threats, or flee from Earth where family waited.
Many had chosen loved ones over levels, whilst many also chose the opposite.
Arthur’s spatial manipulation carried him toward the mayor’s building, where Jasmine waited with news that could reshape his understanding of everything.
Ti for so more detailed answers.
He expanded his aura deliberately, letting his aura pressure wash over the building like invisible fog. The sensation was unmistakable—anyone with powerful senses like Jasmine would recognise his presence imdiately.
Monts later, the building’s heavy doors opened. Jasmine erged, her golden-silver eyes reflecting concern that made Arthur’s chest tighten with anticipation.
That expression. Sothing’s wrong.
"Arthur." Her voice carried relief mixed with urgency. "Thank goodness you’re here."
Relief? Or is it sothing else?
"How is she?" The question escaped before conscious thought could filter it.
Jasmine’s pause stretched like eternity. "She’s stable. But we need to talk. Privately."
Stable. Not healed. Not recovered. Stable.
Arthur followed her through corridors that seed narrower than mory suggested. Each step carried weight that felt like a mountain pressed against his enhanced body.
The mayor’s private quarters had been converted into a dical facility. Charlotte lay on a comfortable bed in peaceful suspension.
Charlotte...
Arthur’s eyes studied Charlotte’s face without fail. Charlotte’s breathing remained steady but shallow. Her skin held colour that spoke of improvent, but she was still not healed.
This ant one thing: Jasmine was clearly unable to help Charlotte at the mont.
"Sit down," Jasmine said gently, gesturing toward a chair beside the bed.
Arthur remained standing, his eyes containing emotions that flickered every now and then.
"Tell ."
He didn’t want any delays, no cushioning for the answer. He just wanted the hard-earned truth.
Jasmine’s expression grew grave. "She’s not sick, Arthur. She never was."
"So you were right." He muttered.
"Yes, like I said before. The cancer diagnosis was wrong. Charlotte’s condition stems from sothing known as magical overload. Where the body can’t contain the power building inside the cells."
Arthur’s world tilted sideways. "Power? What power? She has just awakened recently. Are you sure that this is the problem?"
Charlotte got sick before the rge by months. How could it be related to power building inside the cells?
"She has mana concentration levels that should be impossible for newly awakened humans. Her cellular structure is burning itself out trying to process energy that belongs in creatures that are far beyond her limit. The mana quality and density she possesses is so incredibly high that I think it’s higher than legendary rank creatures...and I can feel it increasing gradually."
Higher than legendary-rank creature? Charlotte? How? That’s Impossible.
"This doesn’t make sense," Arthur said, his voice tightening. "Charlotte got sick before the rge, Jasmine! What are you talking about? This can’t be possible."
He paced a few steps, then stopped, staring at her with disbelief etched across his face.
"If your diagnosis is correct, that ans Charlotte had already awakened her talent before Armageddon even appeared on Earth. Before the system, before the ring, before any of this started. How could that be possible?"
Jasmine didn’t speak at first. She just looked at Arthur, her expression unreadable, her eyes dark with thought. The silence between them stretched for a while, heavy with the weight of unravelling the truths.
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