Chapter 158 – Planeswalker’s battle (1)
In the Laws of this World —
During the day’s second hour to the sixth hour, the Matteya race described these hours as ‘The Slumbering Darkness,’ representing the world’s torpor during this ti.
But the Planeswalkers called this period ‘Realignnt Phase’. This was the ending phase for them to shuffle any cards in the battlefield, and reconfigure their mana to use new strategies in the battlefield—
“Felaern.” He said to the older Elentalist.
“My Lord, what is your command?” Felaern responded after a short pause. Her guarded eyes were lukewarm without much trust in them. He often asked her to do incomprehensible things in the past month.
“Create an Elental Resonance with Dia.”
“What?”
“Create an Elental Resonance with Dia.” He repeated himself, his face utterly serious.
“My Lord, what.....”
Rothko, who was eavesdropping in the dark street, wore an incredulous expression on him. An Elental Resonance was used to teach Elentalist’s students to sense the various harmonious notes of the six basic elent types.
But that was it; an Elental Resonance had no other uses. The only answer was—
[[[He’s trying to beco an Elentalist right now?]]]
Felaern, Dia and Rothko’s eyes popped out as they had this thought in this mind. It was undoubtedly a crazy notion. An Elentalist had to be acknowledged by the Six Basic Elents, and it was a system that required long years of study like a wizard. There was simply no shortcut to it.
Felaern looked at Brendel with exceedingly troubled eyes. Her younger sister was even more forthright, her bell-like voice twinkling with rage: “My Lord, your idea is a little unrealistic!”
“Dia—” Felaern gritted her teeth as she stopped her younger sister’s complaint.
“Now. Felaern.” Brendel ordered her as he watched Kabias in a readied stance. There was no ti to explain things to them.
Felaern finally nodded with difficulty. She closed her eyes and dived into her Elental Pool. To create an Elental Resonance ant she had to evaporate her stored mana, and no one would choose to do sothing like this on the battlefield. However, this was her lord’s command, and she had no choice.
Imdiately—
Brendel’s eyes had two lines of green words:
– Detected a ntor, do you wish to receive tutelage?
[Stats window.]
Brendel brought up his Character Sheet.
– XP: 64420 (Commoner: Level 1 ; Militia: Level 6, 0/200 ; rcenary: Level 26, 475/55537)
[There’s no choice but to use all the XP I got from solving Makarov’s quest. I had planned to save this for my second profession. Damn it, that quest also had a Perfect Clear bonus XP reward. I can’t even imagine how many months I have to work to get this amount of XP again...... Raise side-profession Scholar to level 15.]
– Scholar’s level has been raised to level 15. You have unlocked a free slot for a new profession class, attached to the Scholar’s profession.
[Accept Felaern’s tutelage.]
– You may learn the profession Elentalist. Do you use your slot?
[Yes.]
The mont Brendel answered, the twin Elentalists beside him widened their erald eyes in utter shock. Felaern took a step back in surprise, while Dia’s jaw was unhinged like Kabias, the latter looking at him like he was a monster. The young undead wizard hiding in the shadows repeatedly coughed as he choked on his saliva.
“What’s wrong? Rothko, what the fuck is happening?” Kabias bellowed as he sensed several things happened at once. Sothing was trembling in the air, but it was not a wizard after all and had no idea what was going on.
The Six Basic Elents started to surround Brendel with restless delight. The chaotic whirlpool continued to swirl around at Brendel, exulting the birth of a new Elentalist in the continent.
Elentalists, the controllers of the natural Elents, allies of the four Great Spirit Kings—
– You have established a contract with the Elents.
– The Elental Resonance has caused a change within you.
– You have gained affinity to the Elents. Your innate potential has rged with the surrounding Elents.
– You have beco an Elentalist.
When the words disappeared, Brendel was pulled back into reality and saw the sisters’ expressions. Felaern opened and closed her mouth several tis with a complicated expression as she looked at Brendel. After a long struggle she squeezed a few words out:
“Congratulations, my lord...... We welco you the Elentalists’ world.”
“That’s utterly amazing, my Lord!” Dia was looking at him with blind adoration and curiosity.
“Wait!” The Nightsong Tiger interrupted them: “Do you an to say......”
He looked at Brendel with a look of disbelief. Felaern rely nodded.
A montary silence filled the area.
“Impossible!” Kabias yelled and broke the silence. It smashed the short spear into the ground so hard that the ground cracked beneath him.
“Rothko, is this so kind of ploy from them? No one can beco an Elentalist just because they sensed the Elents, not unless he’s the reincarnation of the Elentalist Emperor Tulman!”
“Lord Kabias, he has truly beco an Elentalist! But.....” Rothko rubbed his temples. If he did not witness the entire thing with his own eyes, he could not believe how it happened.
Kabias stopped moving for a long ti and stared at the youth in front of him. It managed to squeeze out a response to fight back against the reality in front of it: “Perhaps it’s an unbelievable feat. But young human, what exactly do you think you are achieving here? Are you thinking you can frighten into allowing you to pass through? What can a fledgling Elentalist do?”
But despite the nurous counters, there was already a small lack of confidence in his tone. Who knew if this damned youth had other things up his sleeves?
Brendel’s eyes turned to Kabias for a second.
He then brought up the Character Sheet once more and checked his data. All Elental Points had been increased by two points, with the Fire Elent increasing by three points.
[As expected, this is much lower than what a gar would receive. So much for my Elite status. Whatever, this is the first step anyways.]
– Elentalist level 1 requires 6 XP. Allocate XP?
Brendel began allocating his XP into the profession.
– Elentalist level 2 requires 10 XP. Allocate XP?
– Elentalist level 10 requires 610 XP. Allocate XP?
“I—Impossible!” Felaern’s expression changed again, and a word escaped from her lips. She had to be dreaming.
The Elents around Brendel were gathering around him like a thick wall. The speed of how fast he gathered so much Elental Power was sothing that she had never seen before. No— this was not a problem of speed. It was as if he was being blessed by the Spirit King!
Nay, perhaps all the Spirit Kings were blessing him!
Brendel did not care about the events around him as he quickly added the XP to his level until he reached level 22 in the Elentalist’s profession. He sighed when he saw the three hundred over XP left.
The main stats for an Elentalist were Willpower, Perception and Health Points. If the side-profession added to his main stats for Strength, Agility, and Physique, he might be able to break his Elent Barrier and unseal his Elent completely.
[But this doesn’t an there isn’t any gain from this. 37 Fire EP, 24 Light and Dark EP each, the rest of my other EPs is at 32.]
“The peak of an Iron-ranked Elentalist.....” Kabias repeated Rothko’s words: “Is that it?”
“That’s it.”
Kabias finally sighed. It was afraid that the youth would sohow break his Elent Barrier and unseal his Elent Power entirely. Even though it was an impossible task, he had already accomplished multiple things that were supposedly impossible. But the world was still grounded in reality, and it thanked Mother Marsha gratefully.
“Rember what I said earlier?”
“What?”
“I said I was going to give you one last chance to back down if you retreat.”
Kabias looked at him in confusion, before urgent footsteps moving away from the area interrupted its thoughts.
It realized Rothko was running away.
“Rothko, you useless coward! What the fuck are you doing!?” The Skeleton Lord looked over to his direction before it suddenly snapped back to Brendel. Its instinct was screaming at it and had to ignore Rothko.
The latter had taken out a book from his leather pouch attached to his belt. A book with dark leather skin.
“Pity. You ran out chances, Kabias,” Brendel said with a snarl.
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