The System's response took aback Karsha. "What?!"
The System's voice was calm and straightforward.
< Yes. You can restore your stats by adding more stat points. >
Karsha stared at the System interface, trying to process the revelation.
"So, you're telling that even though I'll lose 10% of my stats permanently when summoning the Ice Queen Spirit, I can eventually restore those stats by investing more points?"
< Correct. The lost statistics can be restored by adding stat points. However, it will be five tis the stat lost. In other words, if you lose 1000 stats, you will have to spend 5000 to replenish them>
Karsha let out a sigh of relief. "That's a huge weight off my shoulders. Knowing that I can regain those stats eventually makes the sacrifice feel a bit less daunting."
He stood up and stretched. He was about to order the system to send him to a new training space, where he would begin building his foundation, when a system ssage suddenly appeared.
< Alert: The host is advised to exist in the Subspace; a strange phenonon is happening on the island >
Karsha's consciousness snapped back into his body. Noticing that the bone was still radiating a lot of energy, he turned off the soul ring. "We'll continue this later, little fella," he said, before stepping out of the Ti World.
He reappeared in front of the Ti Tablet and was about to focus his senses to track down the source of the strange energy when two fairies materialized beside him. Elexa and Elara appeared with an ethereal, almost immortal grace.
"It's happening," Elexa said, her eyes sparkling with excitent.
"What's happening?" Karsha asked, sounding indifferent. He wasn't quite sure what this mysterious phenonon was about.
"The abyssal maiden awakens, the ancestral world descends, and the great era has finally arrived," Elara replied with an enigmatic tone. Karsha was about to press for more details, but before he could, everything went dark.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying on soft grass that seed to be nourishing his soul. He quickly got to his feet and looked around.
To his left, he saw a strikingly handso young man who looked exactly like him, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Fuck, did I just die again?" Karsha exclaid, frustration bubbling over.
The man standing beside him was Nfang, the person he had seen when he was struck by the dark shard during his fight with Khinux, the Abyssal Leviathan, a few months ago.
Nfang glanced at him with a mockingly sad expression. "Why aren't you happy to see ?" he asked, his tone dripping with insincerity.
Karsha rolled his eyes at Nfang's faux sadness.
He didn't hate the guy, but he certainly wasn't fond of him either.
The last ti they'd t, Nfang had offloaded a mountain of doom and gloom about how the end of all life was imminent and how Karsha was the only one who could stop it.
While Karsha was pleased to learn that his life had a greater purpose, he wasn't thrilled about being manipulated into such a sche.
'So, do I like him? Maybe. But do I want to see him? Definitely not,' Karsha thought.
Still, he knew Nfang was here for a reason, so he decided not to dwell on it too much. "Why am I here?" he asked, cutting straight to the point.
Nfang clicked his tongue in mock annoyance. "How boring. Anyway, you're here because I've got a warning for you."
"What warning?" Karsha asked, his voice steady and indifferent.
"The Ancestral Land of all beasts is about to make its appearance," Nfang said, his tone serious.
"Your small island is now starting to develop, but it's also going to attract so attention. Nothing will be obvious at first, but in twenty years, when the layers of ti and space begin to thin, the long-lost race will reerge. And when they do, calamity will follow."
Karsha's eyes narrowed, his gaze turning icy. "Wait, you dragged here for sothing that's going to happen twenty years from now?" He shot a glare at Nfang's mocking smile.
"Do you hate that much?" Nfang responded, his smile widening. "Do you think twenty years is such a long ti? There are forces out there beyond your comprehension. I'm warning you now so you can start preparing."
Nfang's tone was dripping with a mix of mockery and seriousness, making Karsha's frustration simr.
The idea that he needed to start preparing for sothing so distant was infuriating, but Karsha knew better than to dismiss the warning out of hand.
Karsha's irritation bubbled over as he glared at Nfang. "Zalgaroth was right, you are one manipulative bastard. Couldn't you have just left a ssage on a stone or sothing? Why make go through the whole dying process just to deliver this warning?" His anger was palpable.
The familiarity of the dying process only made it more frustrating.
Nfang's expression remained unmoved, but his tone took on a slightly defensive edge. "This kind of news is best delivered in person. You should be grateful—I used a significant amount of my core energy to summon you. That ans I won't be able to do this again for a while. Even though you're growing stronger, there are things on this island you'll need to be prepared for. Consider this a heads-up to get ready."
Karsha's frustration didn't subside, but he nodded begrudgingly. Nfang's point about preparation made sense, even if the thod of delivery was aggravating.
"And another thing," Nfang continued, his voice taking on a slight irritation, "why did you have to et that bastard? I hope he didn't get you into anything sinister. You're still too weak; following his teachings is like diving into a volcano without any protection."
Karsha's frown deepened. "What's wrong with Zalgaroth's teachings? I've found them useful, even if they're risky."
Nfang shook his head. "His teachings are dangerous. They're designed for those who are much stronger and more experienced. If you're not careful, you could end up seriously harming yourself."
Karsha stared at Nfang, trying to reconcile his warnings with his own experiences. "So what exactly should I be preparing for? What's coming in twenty years?"
Nfang's gaze beca serious. "The Ancestral Land of all beasts will be a focal point. It's not just about the island growing—it's about what will be drawn to it.
This resurgence will trigger powerful entities, long-forgotten races, and potentially catastrophic events. You need to be ready for anything, from ancient enemies to unforeseen dangers."
Nfang's voice took on a grave tone. "This is a true Ancestral Land of all beasts. While there are many such lands out there, this one holds the True and complete inheritances of every type of beast.
Now that you understand this, you should also grasp why I urged you to start preparing. Once its existence becos known—and it will be discovered—many beasts, as well as human and demon races, will seek to claim it."
Karsha's gaze hardened as he absorbed the weight of Nfang's words.
"You'll need to protect it fiercely. I know you've already t with him and are aware that the Overlord of Monsters and Beasts will soon be born once all the Primal Relics are gathered. The Ancestral Land will play a crucial role in his ergence."
Nfang's expression grew even more intense. "You must be well-prepared. Losing this treasure will impede you in ways you can't even begin to imagine."
His warning hung heavy in the air, echoing like a dark on in Karsha's mind.
Karsha nodded slowly, the gravity of Nfang's words sinking in. "Alright. I'll start preparing"
With that, Nfang's figure began to fade. "Rember, ti is short. Get ready, and don't waste it on trivialities." Karsha nodded, fully aware of what Nfang ant.
The current him had no business involving himself in minor sect competitions.
But he was human, and the trivialities were part of what kept him grounded. Besides, he had personal reasons for participating in certain sect activities, especially if he wanted to maintain his relationship with a particular Sect Leader.
After a few more exchanged words, Nfang vanished, leaving Karsha alone with the weight of the warning pressing heavily on him.
"Tsk, what am I worried about?" Karsha muttered to himself. "The Ancestral Land is coming to this island, and I have twenty years to prepare. Hehe, this will be a good one."
"Morris has to strengthen his army, too. When the ti cos, these monsters and beasts won't know what hit them," Karsha muttered, just as the space around him twisted and his vision darkened once again.
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"Are you alright?" The voice was filled with concern.
As Karsha opened his eyes, he found himself sweating and cradled in the arms of a beauty, Elara. However, his gaze landed on the gutter between Elexa's impressive chest, right in his line of sight.
Thankfully, the two won were too preoccupied with his well-being to notice where his eyes had wandered. "I'm fine, I just blacked out for a minute," Karsha said, standing up and brushing off their concern.
"Has it descended yet?" Karsha asked urgently.
"It's about to," Elara replied, pointing in a certain direction. "Let's go."
Without hesitation, Karsha's wings unfurled, lifting him into the air. Within seconds, he was several miles away, heading toward the source of the spatial fluctuations. As he drew nearer, the sense of sothing significant about to descend grew stronger.
"Karsha," a voice called out as he arrived, landing beside the seven elders, Lady Illo, Morris, and the seven Shadow Guards who had now beco Terror Mutants. Lady Illo looked particularly anxious.
"The fluctuation feels familiar, like the ones that used to signal a portal from the human world," Lady Illo said, her voice tinged with fear.
She rembered Karsha assuring her that no portals would open on the island again, but the familiar sensation unsettled her.
"There's nothing to worry about. Sothing good is about to happen, so show a happy smile," Karsha replied, trying to calm her. But before he could continue, a loud boom echoed from five miles away.
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