After sending Abigail away, Chloe realized that the ti flow of the historical remnants seed to have changed.
He also began to lose control over his own body.
He watched himself join the Adventurer’s Guild and beco an Extraordinary.
In this era, the Extraordinary were not yet classified as pathway systems, but as professional level systems.
Because of his childhood experiences, he got a job as a Wanderer.
He seed to have an extrely high affinity with the Extraordinary system of that era and completed breakthroughs within a few years.
Sequence nine and Sequence eight corresponded to the Extraordinary Class LV1-10 of that era.
However, his disciplined training surprisingly surpassed this stage within two years, advancing to LV11.
His adventurer teammates all called him a genius.
"Chloe, advance to greater heights."
That day, the leader patted his shoulder and said:
"I recomnd you go to an old friend of mine; there is the stage suited for you."
Chloe was very surprised:
"Leader, you really dare to send anyone away."
He was already one of the top three powerhouses of the Adventurer’s Guild; others would be eager to keep him.
But the leader sent him away.
Upon hearing this, the leader laughed heartily and said:
"Of course I want to keep you, but a dragon should not be confined to the shallows.
You can go very far, farther than any of us could ever imagine.
If that’s the case, why shouldn’t I give you a hand?"
So he left the current Adventurer’s Guild and joined one of the top three Adventurer’s Groups in the continent at the ti: the Conqueror’s Adventurer Group.
Gradually.
Chloe seems to have forgotten that he is inside the historical remnants.
At 16, he advanced to LV11, recomnded to the Conqueror’s Adventurer Group, unparalleled in his fa.
At 17, he independently led an expedition to the Desolate Bone Jungle and cut off the head of the Poison Swamp Sub-dragon amidst a Demon tide, making a na across the world.
At 18, he stepped into Legend, beca the deputy leader of Conqueror, also serving as the chief of the Thief group.
At 19, with half a foot in Demigod, the Conqueror’s Adventurer Group soared to beco the continent’s number one adventurer group.
Looking back.
Chloe looked at the throne of corpses made from demons beneath his feet and slowly withdrew the great sword in his hand.
The Centaur beside him said speechlessly:
"Deputy leader, your thods don’t really look like those of a Wanderer."
The Centaur holding a giant Battle Halberd felt helpless.
A Wanderer is also called a Thief.
It’s the most widely spread basic career system of this era.
It’s also the profession Chloe first took.
However, Chloe claid to be a Wanderer, yet when he fought, he was even fiercer than a Warrior.
Currently, they are exploring one of the continent’s ultimate lands: the Enoak Magic Language Forest.
Everywhere here are pollutant demons left after ancient wars.
For a long ti, the demons of Enoak posed significant security threats to surrounding countries.
Even top nations like the Dragon Empire and Furnace Castle felt overwheld.
However, now, the demons of Enoak have t the nightmare of their lives.
Chloe, the Death God, quietly approached them.
Now, Enoak Magic Language Forest has basically been cleaned up.
The Centaur chief looked at the lush forest, sighed after a long ti, and murmured:
"Didn’t expect my lifelong goal to be completed like this."
"Enoak’s demons destroyed the chief’s hotown, right?"
"Yes, that was a hundred years ago; I established the Conqueror’s Group seeking revenge, but I didn’t expect it so soon."
The Centaur turned back to look at Chloe and said:
"Your power is too strong, and your life energy too abundant, which makes you more like a Warrior in battle, rather than a Wanderer."
Chloe smiled benignly and said:
"A Wanderer is a Thief; as long as all opponents who see are killed, it’s a perfect stealth."
"Alright alright, so that’s how stealth is," the Centaur laughed loudly, then his gaze gradually beca calm, "Chloe, beco the leader."
Chloe froze.
He looked at the Centaur in shock and said:
"Did I hear wrong, or did you go mad?"
The Conqueror’s Adventurer Group was built by the Centaur single-handedly; he invested most of his wealth in it.
Handing over the leader position to him is akin to bankruptcy liquidation.
However, the Centaur laughed softly and said:
"The purpose of Conqueror’s existence has ended with the destruction of Enoak’s demons.
Even if I die here now, I could smile while eting my kin.
Since it has lost its purpose, why not pass it to soone more suitable?
Take over, Chloe, I expect you to lead the Conqueror to the pinnacle."
He blinked and said strangely:
"And haven’t you been looking for that girl nad Abigail?
Take my position, and you can freely use the resources of the Conqueror."
Chloe fell silent, then smiled after a mont and said:
"So you’ve been waiting here, blocking before, huh."
The Centaur shalessly said:
"No way, that’s called the team discipline."
"Wasn’t the team discipline set by you."
"Just admit it was team discipline."
"Alright alright, then I’ll indeed take this leader position."
At 20, he beca the Conqueror’s leader, advanced to Demigod, called the King of Adventurers.
What does it an to beco a Demigod at the age of 20 without elite force support or picking up a Divine Format from the Gods?
Such people are generally called beasts.
Surely they only have a human face.
In the era where heroes existed, humans were not a major race.
Quite a few humans were still in the city-state and tribal era.
A 20-year-old human demigod spread like thunder across the entire world.
But he still hasn’t seen Abigail again.
Even the Stuart family who adopted her couldn’t be found.
Until one day, the Beastman lady Knight Hill appeared in front of him.
"Respected King of Adventurers, Harvest ssenger greets you."
She kneeled on one knee and made a graceful Knight’s salute.
Chloe looked at her silently and said:
"Speak then, having spent heavily, couldn’t possibly be just to see once."
The female knight who called herself the Harvest ssenger raised her head and said:
"You are the King of Adventurers renowned across the continent, would you consider taking on the ultimate adventure?"
The Harvest ssenger paused and said with a resolute tone:
"The reward for this adventure is endless."
"How much could it be?"
"Enough for you to turn the Conqueror into a powerful force."
The beastman female knight pondered, an adventurer’s guild is ultimately an adventurer’s guild, it may be called an organization but not a force.
The major churches count.
The major countries count.
An adventurer’s guild does not count.
An organization that can call itself a force must conquer territories.
Even if he helps, achieving this level is still extrely difficult.
The King of Adventurers has been advancing for too short a ti, and Conqueror’s resources have already been exhausted.
In the next 10 years, the Conqueror has no chance of forming a force.
She thought her suggestion could make anyone aspiring to beco a leader of a force feel tempted.
However, she heard the man calmly say:
"How is Abigail?"
The beastman female knight lifted her head in shock.
Monts later, the handso face of the King of Adventurers overlapped with the dirty face of the boy in the rainy night.
She said in disbelief:
"It’s you!"
Impossible!
It’s impossible!
She knew the mother tree left him sothing, but that wasn’t enough for a slum orphan to beco a demigod in just 10 years.
So ruling everything out, there was only one answer left.
The King of Adventurers is purely powerful.
Powerful enough to twist her inherent perception.
But she laughed out loud and said:
"Could this be fate?"
Isn’t it such monsters that Golden Land needs, ones that can twist people’s inherent perception?
Monts later, she bowed her head and said:
"Sir, Lady Abigail misses you very much."
Only then did Chloe notice the female knight’s anomaly.
"You are spirits?"
"Yes, we are spirits."
This spirit is not that spirit.
The spirits Rephya referred to in her era were those long-eared spirits proficient in archery and magic.
However, in the era of the hero, spirits seem yet to descend.
So those now called spirits are fairies whose racial na hasn’t been taken by future spirits.
Indeed.
Standing before him are the brethren of the Treasure Elf.
"I rember that spirits have already gone to Golden Land, secluded from the world for years, right?"
"Yes, it was an inevitable choice, we must resist the upcoming world-level risk.
This ti, we wish to invite you, also hoping to gather the strength of various powerful entities."
"Is it related to Abigail?"
Chloe interrupted her.
The female knight was not annoyed, her figure dispersing like smoke, transforming into a little elf fluttering its wings.
The charming face beca softer and cuter.
Chloe scrutinized her for a while and said:
"This magic can directly alter one’s form?"
"A type of Flesh and Blood Magic. If you wish to learn, we can arrange for soone to teach you."
"Alright." The little elf said cautiously, "About the adventure..."
"I have agreed."
The little elf Hill said seriously:
"I haven’t said what it is yet, Lord Chloe. You should hear it first.
If you accept a task without understanding anything, you will suffer."
Chloe shook his head.
How could he not understand?
In the Heroic Era, there was only one matter worthy enough for the fairies of Golden Land to intervene.
[Eliminate Ultimate Fear]
But he still listened to the little elf Hill as she chattered away explaining the situation.
Then he nodded decisively and said:
"I will take this task."
Though he had long suspected it, seeing it firsthand was still a deeply moving experience.
Because the [Ultimate Fear] was also known as the [Fear Demon God].
It was a monster capable of contending for the title of the strongest in the Bottomless Abyss.
And also...
The target that Rephya, portrayed in the echoes of history, the Sword Hero, needed to eliminate.
Just, it’s unexpected that this ti he plays a role in the Heroic Squad.
Hold on...
Is he playing a role?
If he’s playing a role, then what is Abigail?
If he’s not playing a role, then what am I?
But regardless, he still went to Golden Land.
Under the vast tree canopy, he saw Abigail sitting on a swing reading a book.
He bowed his head, looking at the bracelet Abigail had given him.
The bracelet seed ready to fall apart at any mont but clung tightly to his wrist like a sturdy weed in the wind.
He lifted his head, gazing at Abigail as if her form was rging with the towering tree behind her.
The sunlight remained, falling on the girl’s golden hair.
Now she had transford into the real image of Abigail.
Chloe stood there for a long ti.
"Brother, long ti no see, did you forget ?"
The girl smiled at him.
But Chloe didn’t answer, firmly saying:
"Abigail, run away with ."
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