This... His instincts scread at him, this was not an aura a mortal could radiate. And worse, he was sure this wasn't even the full extent of Emtt Lee's power, as his brother suppressed it the mont it leaked out.
Emtt Lee exhaled, recollecting sothing from his past. "When I was in that mysterious place during my awakening, I t my clone in a deep, dark space surrounded by ghostly sky-blue flas, my attribute, Fla.
"The mont we began to fight, his aura covered the entire sky. I barely lasted a few seconds before I was thrown out of the Constitutive Divine Awakened Pool. In other words, I failed. Though, to be fair, he lowered his power rank to make it an even battle."
Emtt Lee trembled slightly at the mory. That battle still haunted him.
However, one thing remained clear, the true difference between the two paths of power was still unknown. And that, Morca realized, was because even Emtt Lee didn't fully understand the Awakened yet...
With that said, they moved on to the final topic of discussion, the general knowledge of this world.
"This world is called Eden, a breathtaking place where cultivation once flourished, nourished by its high concentration of consecrated mana.
"But then ca the Apocalypse Crisis. Seven ancient families joined forces to form humanity's first great alliance, leading to the creation of the Eden Domineer Academy (EDA).
"With human experts united, the war against the mysterious monsters raged on. The alliance managed to push them back into the rifts and built fortified strongholds to guard against future invasions. However, the war is far from over.
"These creatures have adapted, opening new portal gateways (dungeons) at lower levels to attack different human cities. Humanity now faces a dire need for more manpower. That is why the world seeks more Awakened experts and talented cultivators to fight back."
Emtt Lee leaned back in his chair with a tired expression. "More information will be available once you reach the academy."
After so casual brotherly talk, Morca left the study room and returned to his quarters, where he began planning his next steps.
"There is much more to uncover..." he mused. According to Brother, I don't need any weapons for now. What I truly need is a good night's sleep, because tomorrow will be filled with twists and thorns.
At the thought of weapons, an aching sorrow filled Morca's chest.
His companion, Avoc, the Black Blade.
"If Avoc were still with in this world, things would be far more interesting in the coming adventures... What a pity I lost it."
Murmuring those final words, Morca drifted off into sleep.
.....
Early the Next Day
Chatter. Whispering.
Groups of youths stood together, speaking in hushed tones. Excitent and anxiety filled the air as they eagerly awaited the arrival of the First Elder, who would lead them into the Constitutive Divine Awakened Pool.
So, however, were more focused on a different topic, the "One... Eyed Librarian Fool."
"Have you heard? That one... eyed librarian fool is coming too."
"Nonsense! What are you even saying? How could soone who was beaten that badly even stand, let alone co here?"
"Agreed! Stop talking nonsense. Where did you even hear that?"
"I actually hope he shows up," one of them sneered. "So I can make him kneel in front of ."
A fat figure nad Grant smirked at the comnt.
"Oh, Grant, keep your voice down," one of them warned. "You have no idea what his brother might do to you if he hears this."
Grant scoffed. "So what? I have the backing of Young Master Denis. Why should I be afraid of those two bastard brothers?" He grinned triumphantly.
"Ahh, no wonder you're so bold," another youth muttered. "Count out, I don't have anyone backing ." With that, he stepped away from the group.
As if being an underling is an honorable profession...
Though his reaction was understandable. The na Young Master Denis carried imnse weight.
Denis was no ordinary talent, he was a rare genius of the Sherman Family, a prodigy with the potential to elevate the entire family to unprecedented heights, if nothing went wrong.
Not only that, but he was also the son of the current Sherman Family Head.
Grant's ignorance lay in his failure to recognize Emtt Lee's true influence.
If he knew just how powerful Emtt Lee was in the economic world, he would never have dared to speak so recklessly.
There was a saying among the higher-ups:
"If Perry Sherman is the Strength of the Sherman, then Emtt Lee is its Wealth, the very resource generator of the family."
That was the true extent of Emtt Lee's power within the family.
"Hey, over there!"
One of the youths standing near Grant pointed toward an approaching figure. Instantly, every head turned in the direction he indicated, and they saw him.
It was none other than Morca, the infamous "One.. Eyed Librarian Fool."
Dressed in a plain T-shirt and black pants, Morca moved with an air of indifference, seemingly unaware, or perhaps completely uninterested, in the attention he was drawing. His newly black hair, combined with his eyepatch, only made him stand out more.
Ignoring the murmuring crowd, he walked past them and quietly took a seat, waiting patiently.
The mont Morca was out of sight, Grant let out a sneering laugh.
"So, he dyed his hair black? Does he think that makes him intimidating or cool? Ha! If a new look could change anything, he must be delusional."
"Silence"
Before Grant could continue his mockery, a booming voice rang through the gathering, silencing everyone instantly.
All eyes turned toward the elevated platform at the front.
An elderly man stood there, his expression fierce and commanding. At a single glance, it was clear, this was no ordinary man.
Beside him stood three young figures two males and one female.
These were the elites of the Sherman Family's new generation.
At the center was Denis, a young man widely regarded as a genius. With his handso composure and striking presence, if this were a novel, he would undoubtedly be the protagonist, or at the very least, the perfect male lead.
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A/N
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