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【Beep Beep Beep! Congratulations, host, on dispelling the evil forces and obtaining a Rune Fragment...】
【Due to the host's Fighting Spirit level gradually strengthening, the conversion speed of Rune Power has slowed down, with a Fusion Cycle of one week!】
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Setting down the Stormblade, Garen felt as if his entire body was about to fall apart, with pain radiating from every part. This Baloo, or more accurately, the Baloo from the Blood Domain, was perhaps the strongest opponent Garen had encountered since his arrival; even Sharg could not compare. After all, Sharg's power was relatively normal, while Baloo could repeatedly recover from injuries, maintaining his combat effectiveness at peak levels.
At that moment, Yasthia approached Garen.
"Thank you!" Yasthia said sincerely, her hands enveloped in a layer of white light as she pressed them against Garen's wounds. "Please don't move; just be patient for a moment."
Yasthia was a healing mage, something Garen had known for some time. He did not refuse her help and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes to rest.
About half an hour later, Yasthia withdrew her hands.
Garen's internal injuries had not fully healed, but the wounds on his body had mostly closed up, at least alleviating the intense pain.
"Can you become my bodyguard?" Yasthia hesitated as she spoke.
Garen was taken aback; he hadn't expected Yasthia to suddenly make such a request.
"You can rest assured about the compensation... Although I cannot pay you immediately, my royal... my family is very wealthy and will certainly provide you with enough gold coins to ensure your entire family thrives."
Garen looked into Yasthia's eyes and remained silent for a moment.
"I refuse."
"W-why?" Yasthia was stunned, unable to believe that someone could remain unmoved in the face of wealth.
Moreover, if it were out of concern for assassins like Baloo, that seemed unlikely; after all, Garen's display of justice and bravery had left a deep impression on Yasthia.
Garen thought for a moment and realized that he indeed had no reason to refuse. He simply did not want to accept it. Analyzing it further, perhaps he felt some resistance due to Yasthia's earlier "trap."
"I hope you can resolve your troubles," Garen said as he stood up from the ground and turned to leave the alley.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.
"I... I can also build towers!" Yasthia suddenly exclaimed.
"Although I'm not an expert, I learned about various fields when I was younger. At least I know more than an average engineer!" Yasthia quickly added as she noticed Garen had paused. "And those ordinary engineers cannot construct a true Magic Tower!"
One had to admit that Yasthia's thoughts were quite meticulous.
Back in the Aguolon Plain, Garen had merely mentioned it in passing to Black Duncan, yet she had remembered it and even deduced that Garen wanted to build a Magic Tower.
It was likely that the phrase "Demacia, unyielding" was something she had heard at that time as well.
"Can I still trust you?" Garen asked quietly as he looked at Yasthia.
"Yasthia swears by her life to the ancestors of the Holy Empire—Agu Anan the Great!" Yasthia's delicate face grew serious.
At that moment, it felt as if a special and mysterious force flowed through the air, witnessing her oath.
Time passed swiftly.
After returning from the Iron Fist Tavern, Garen stocked up on ample food and began intense training in his Rental Apartment. With the rewards from the Holy War System, Rune Power would continue to integrate into his body throughout the week, making this the perfect opportunity for physical training.
Over three days, Garen increased his Muscle Training to three times his usual intensity, dedicating all other time to cultivating his Fighting Spirit.
Of course, Garen's training of the Fighting Spirit was destined to be painful.
Since acquiring the Venomfang Blade, every session of training for Garen had been a torment. However, the immense effort he put in would yield equal rewards. In just a few days, Garen's Fighting Spirit had become increasingly solidified. With the naked eye, one could see the golden Fighting Spirit transforming from a brilliant bright gold to a profound dark gold.
This transformation process would undoubtedly be lengthy, but it was foreseeable that when the change reached its completion, it would mark the moment Garen stepped into the pinnacle of the First Level.
During this time, Garen experienced the quietest days since his hunting expedition before winter.
Reflecting on the past two months, Garen gradually realized that he seemed to have made a fundamental mistake. Yes, since his arrival, he had always viewed this world and the Godeyas Continent as an observer, seemingly never intertwining his fate with that of this world.
However, after various experiences—especially witnessing the bond between Sharg and Kakashiuro—he discovered that this world, like the Valoran Continent, was filled with vibrant colors. From another perspective, if one continued to remain an observer for too long, it would inevitably pose a hidden danger to the heart, leading to indifference or even complacency.
In the evening, Garen went out to retrieve a letter.
Upon returning upstairs, he glanced at the wooden door across from him. He hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose not to knock.
The person residing in that room was Yasthia. After reaching an agreement with Garen, it was decided that Yasthia would not intrude upon his life or force him into close protection; however, she had to remain within his line of sight to prevent any unforeseen incidents.
Three days ago, Garen had copied a blueprint of the Watchtower and handed it over to Yasthia.
Even Yasthia couldn't help but exclaim in awe upon seeing it, stating she had never encountered such a marvelous and profound design before.
Garen did not disturb Yasthia as she studied the blueprint. After returning to his rental apartment, he opened the letter and found that it was signed by Black Duncan. According to his description, Dostodoro had agreed to return to classes at the academy and also informed Garen that the next semester would begin in two weeks, urging him to prepare in advance.
A week later on a morning.
Garen was engaged in muscle awakening training when suddenly a strong surge of energy coursed through his body. The Fighting Spirit in his abdomen seemed uncontrollable and began to operate wildly on its own.
"Surge of Qi!"
With previous experience in mind, Garen immediately halted his muscle training and poured the prepared Poison Blade Powder into a cup of water before gulping it down.
"Bang! Bang!"
Just like every time he consumed the Poison Blade Powder, Garen's heart raced violently twice, as countless particles exploded, threatening to tear apart his Qi Xuan!
However, after multiple experiences, Garen refrained from any exaggerated reactions and merely furrowed his brow.
As the Poison Blade Powder detonated, a tremendous Fighting Spirit spread out, pushing the waning Surge of Qi back to its peak. In an instant, Garen felt a wave of comfort wash over him; his awareness swept through him, and the Qi Xuan in his abdomen expanded more than twice its size...
Level 7 Warrior!
Yet even after breaking through to Level 7 Warrior, the effects of the Poison Blade Powder had not yet subsided. Accompanied by intense pain, it stirred up storm after storm until it gradually calmed down half an hour later.
Garen wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and exhaled heavily.
The dosage of the Poison Blade Powder he had taken was doubled compared to normal, so the suffering he endured was several times greater than before.
A moment later, Garen's body finally emerged from its numbness.
He estimated the level of his Fighting Spirit and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
Level 7 Warrior.
At its peak!
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