As soon as Leo landed the final blow on the Black Dragon, his vision flooded with a relentless wave of system notifications.
[System Notification: Congratulations, player 'TheBoss', for killing the Black Dragon Drogo (Lv. 1889). You have gained—
Error…
Error…
Recalculating…]
[System Notification: Congratulations, player 'TheBoss', for killing the Demon King Anos (Lv. 979). You have gained—
Error…
Error…
Recalculating…]
[System Notification: Congratulations, player 'TheBoss', for unifying the continent under one crown. The demons have witnessed your strength firsthand and have accepted submission under your rule—]
One after another, the notifications continued to swarm his interface, demanding his attention, but Leo had little ti to process them.
From one corner of his eye, he spotted Amanda rushing toward him, weaving through the roaring crowd. From the other, he saw Luke and PinkLotus, both making their way forward with triumphant grins.
But along with them, he noticed sothing else—hundreds of random players were also sprinting toward him, eager to et the man who had just rewritten the ga's history.
Leo groaned internally. Not happening.
"Sorry, brother, but I'll et you soon enough," he muttered toward Luke before swiftly grabbing Amanda by the waist.
With a powerful leap, he landed atop Dumpy's back, gripping tightly onto his pet as he gave the order to leave.
"Go, go, go—!"
Dumpy obeyed imdiately, his massive legs coiling before launching into the air, his green skin shimring brilliantly as he ascended.
And as they soared away from the battlefield, sothing incredible happened.
A radiant glow enveloped Dumpy, his body pulsing with raw energy as the system recognized his achievent.
[System Notification: Your companion 'Dumpy' has reached the Grandmaster Realm!]
The revelation sent a fresh wave of awe through Leo. Fighting against the Black Dragon had pushed Dumpy to his absolute limits, allowing him to finally break through—a feat achieved by only a handful of warriors in the ga's long history.
"You did it! You actually defeated the Demon King—!" Amanda gasped, her arms wrapped around Leo's shoulders as she pressed close, her voice tinged with breathless excitent.
Leo smirked, his heart still pounding from the intensity of the fight.
"Yeah, I did," he murmured, before leaning in and capturing Amanda's lips in a deep, victorious kiss.
. . .
A few monts later, Amanda pulled back slightly, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
"Mmm, I'm proud of you," she whispered. "But don't you think pulling by the waist in front of such a massive crowd is going to cause you so future problems, Mr. Masked Man?"
Leo let out a low chuckle, his gaze flickering with sothing different—sothing freer.
"Agh, fuck it. Fuck hiding my identity any longer," he said, stretching his arms. "Go ahead, scream at the top of your lungs that Leo Skyshard is 'TheBoss'. I don't care. I'm number one in this world."
Amanda burst into laughter, amused at how nonchalant he had suddenly beco.
For so long, his secrecy about his identity had caused friction between them—misunderstandings, unnecessary distance. But now, that issue was finally gone.
She could feel it in his voice.
Leo wasn't just embracing his victory. He was liberated.
"So?" she mused, her fingers tracing idle patterns across his chest. "What's next for the number one player? What's left for you to achieve?"
Leo grinned, his expression turning playful as his hand drifted to her waist.
"What more?" he mused, rubbing slow circles across her stomach. "Mmm… maybe a new challenge?"
Amanda's cheeks ward slightly before she smacked his head.
"No! We are not having one until marriage—!"
Leo feigned an exaggerated groan.
"The Emperor demands a shot!" he declared, rubbing his nose against her throat.
Amanda arched an eyebrow. "Just one shot?"
Leo nodded solemnly. "Just one. 'TheBoss' only needs one… he never misses."
Amanda burst out laughing, shaking her head. "Then let's log out."
With a final shared glance, both of them logged out of the ga, disappearing from the world of Terra Nova.
Leaving Dumpy alone.
The giant frog blinked, staring after them before sighing.
"It seems Lord Father has finally found a coping partner."
He paused, tilting his head slightly.
"Though… her girth doesn't seem wide enough. Personally, I wouldn't take her, but perhaps Lord Father has odd preferences."
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(anwhile, Ben Faulkner's POV)
Ben Faulkner sat at the edge of his seat, having watched the entire battle unfold in stunned silence.
There were multiple points where he had contemplated jumping in, prepared to risk his life to support Leo in the fight.
But he never had to.
Contrary to his expectations, his disciple and grand-disciple had never once been truly at a disadvantage.
They hadn't just won.
They had dominated.
Ben exhaled deeply, leaning back in his chair.
"Oh, well. Fuck ," he muttered. "This fight does bring heat to my old bones—"
He chuckled, rubbing a hand through his graying beard, still struggling to comprehend what he had just witnessed.
From the mont he had taken Leo under his wing, he had always known his disciple was different—soone with a terrifying natural ability.
But even he hadn't anticipated this.
The mont Leo claid victory, he realized sothing profound.
Leo Skyshard had not only fulfilled the legacy of the First Emperor, he had surpassed it.
He had done what no one else in history had accomplished—unifying all races under his crown.
For the first ti in his life, Ben laughed freely—not as a strict ntor, not as a weary old man carrying burdens, but as soone who had finally succeeded.
"History will be kind to …" he murmured, his eyes reflecting a rare glimr of pride.
"My na will be spoken long after I'm gone… as the man who made 'TheBoss' into what he is today. I have succeeded as a teacher—and as a man."
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(anwhile, Jacob's POV)
Just like Ben, Jacob had been prepared to throw himself into battle at any mont.
If Leo had needed him—even for a second—he wouldn't have hesitated to step in, even if it cost him his life.
But in the end…
There was never a real need.
Leo didn't just survive—he thrived.
Jacob let out a slow breath, his arms crossed, his gaze distant.
A quiet pride swelled within him, even as a more complicated emotion lingered beneath it.
"Well done, boy," he whispered.
He hesitated for a mont, then let out a dry chuckle.
"I know you don't consider as your father…" he murmured. "But I'll go to my grave proud that I had a son like you."
He knew he'd likely never get the chance to tell Leo those words in person.
But that was fine.
So things didn't need to be said.
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