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The Noble Hierarchy of the Holy Empire is quite simple, descending from Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, to Baron. Starting from the level of Marquis, individuals belong to the important members of the Empire, those so-called big shots. The Baron plays the smallest role among them; take Baron Yinklang for example, who was once just a second-rate noble. He relied entirely on his ancestors' relentless efforts to establish connections to attain the title of Baron and gain a small piece of territory.
In summary, a Baron is merely the lowest tier in this vast hierarchy, akin to the Empire collecting fees and placing those nobles in positions. In contrast, a Viscount clearly has significant upward mobility since the title of Viscount is mostly awarded based on battlefield achievements.
Of course, not everything can be generalized. For instance, a twenty-year-old young Baron and an elderly Baron in their seventies have vastly different potentials.
“Thud!”
Torexis fell to the ground with a thump, trembling as he said, “I… I greet you, My Lord Viscount!”
The entire Rona Street fell silent in an instant, as if even the chattering teeth of Torexis could be heard clearly.
“Greetings, my lord!”
Tutulu and the crowd finally reacted, bowing down in fear and reverence.
Torexis's cheeks flushed with embarrassment; he wished he could slap himself twice for provoking a Viscount! A young Viscount at that!
What was even more terrifying was that this man before him looked to be no older than thirty! What did this signify? It meant he had every opportunity to rise to even greater heights! Such a person could already be considered an elite of the Empire. In comparison… what was forty-seven-year-old Baron Yinklang worth?
The trio known as Deer Lion Dog were not surprised; they had each earned different merits during last year's Dark Court Elf War. They exchanged glances, feeling that Tifet seemed somewhat unfamiliar at this moment.
The only ones present who showed no reaction were Garen and Yasthia.
At that moment, a mechanical voice from the Holy War System echoed in Garen's mind.
[Target mission failed; host mission completed! Reward obtained—Exquisite Rune Fragment!]
Garen glanced over and noticed a triangular Rune Fragment among the items in the System's package, gleaming in a brilliant golden hue. The Rune Power contained within it far exceeded anything he had ever obtained before.
However, Garen did not show the slightest hint of pleasure; his gaze remained fixed on Newbies.
After a few seconds, he let out a heavy sigh.
He watched as Newbies' pale face gradually regained its color... the stiff limbs began to soften one by one...
In the Dark World, Newbies ceased their movements. After a long internal struggle, they finally mustered the courage to make a choice.
Layton stopped in his tracks and looked back.
"Run! Keep running! Captain, you'll play with me, right..." There stood Asher, wearing a sinister and strange smile, like a messenger from hell.
At that moment, Asher suddenly froze in place.
Tears welled up in Layton's eyes.
"I'm sorry, I can't stay with you."
"In the beginning, I was very scared, even panicked. I feared that my companions would perish just like you... I avoided all news about you and buried those feelings deep inside... But as Garen said, we must ultimately face reality..."
Asher's expression became somewhat dazed; after a while, he snapped back to reality and angrily retorted, "Stop making excuses... You have to stay with me..."
Suddenly, Asher stopped speaking. He saw Layton's youthful face break into a sincere smile.
"I'm really glad to meet you and train in the Rookie Class. I'm happy to be your class leader... but I'm truly sorry that I can't stay with you because I have to keep moving forward... the road is still long, isn't it? Although I've never liked you much because you always got to drink the Clear Water before me... I'd rather carry on with memories of you than live in your shadow."
Layton wiped away his tears, forcing a genuine smile. Just then, he felt a sudden chill!
Asher had somehow appeared in front of him, using his pale little hand to wipe away the tear stains from Layton's eyes.
His expression was no longer fierce; aside from still being quite pale, he looked much the same as before.
"Run down and take my share with you."
Layton was stunned, and the tears he had been holding back spilled over once more.
"I'm so glad to be your friend!"
"Yeah, me too."
...
Dreams arise from the heart. Even the most terrifying and despairing nightmares will eventually be dispelled in front of those who are truly brave.
Of course, where can one find truly brave people?
They are simply those who deeply love this world and cherish the people they have encountered.
In the Dark World, the cries of despair faded away, replaced by cheerful laughter or faint sobs... and these sounds no longer came from fear but from release.
People often refer to the hardships they have experienced as the past.
Letting go of the past does not mean forgetting it; rather, it means opening your eyes to face it, accepting the pain it has brought you, and discovering the gains that you initially overlooked.
As Lanya walked through the Flame Mountains, every time he reached a new spot, the surrounding flames would retreat on their own.
He gazed at Sundgoth, his small face no longer showing fear but instead displaying a steel-like resilience.
In the end, Sundgoth let out a reluctant roar before retreating…
On the Wooden Platform, Lanya and Layton gradually awakened, though both felt extremely weak. The nightmare they had endured for dozens of hours left them without even the strength to open their eyes.
With a sudden gasp, several parents rushed over, tightly embracing their children.
"It truly is a miracle…" Tifet said in disbelief as she looked at Garen.
Garen finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling quite refreshed as he stood in the cool rain.
At that moment, two small black lights, about the size of fingernails, emerged from Layton and Lanya's chests. Suddenly, two insect-like creatures flew away, flapping their wings into the distance…
"Is this what nightmares look like?" Garen squinted his eyes.
"Yes… it ended before the cycle even began, leaving them with some vitality," Tifet nodded.
Just when everyone thought the situation was over, the deer suddenly let out a cry.
"The nightmare has struck early! The cycle has begun!"
"What?!" Tifet exclaimed in shock.
Garen turned abruptly, only to see the remaining Novices trembling violently again. The color that had just returned to their faces drained away in an instant, leaving them looking ghastly!
"No... someone is controlling the nightmare's rampage..." Tifet suddenly realized something and looked towards the two nightmares that were gradually flying away.
Before he could speak, Garen transformed into a golden streak and chased after them!
"How much longer can we hold on?" Tifet stepped onto the Wooden Platform, watching the remaining children. Some had blood flowing from their nostrils and ears, clearly nearing their limits.
"At most half an hour..." The deer exerted itself to release Holy Magic, its face showing signs of exhaustion.
The Divine Lake Technique connected several children's Nightmare Realms, effectively distributing the pain they were enduring. Although the total amount of pain did not change, it at least ensured that death would not occur within a certain timeframe.
...
...
In a house at the corner of the town, Miyelin shook a bell, her expression somewhat grim.
"Put away that look!" Miyelin shouted angrily at Bai.
"You've lost," Bai said emotionlessly.
"No, no, no, losing? It's just a temporary setback! Do you really think they can escape from this batch of fine Nightmares? Don't be ridiculous. As long as the Nightmare Seed is still in my hands, victory will always be by my side," Miyelin said with a cold smile, as two black Nightmares flew in through the window and merged into Bronze Bell.
"No, what I mean is... you've lost," Bai shook his head and pointed at Miyelin.
"Shut your filthy mouth, you despicable Abandoned Slave!" Miyelin snapped irritably.
However, before he could finish his words...
"Crash!" The glass of the window shattered everywhere.
A figure cloaked in golden light burst in.
Garen seized Miyelin by the throat and slammed him to the ground, while his other hand gripped Miyelin's wrist that held the bell.
Crack.
The sound of his wrist breaking echoed sharply.
At that moment, Garen's voice was like that of a beast pushed to its limits.
"Are you done playing around?"
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