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The second day came to a close.
The third morning arrived.
Garen had lost count of how many mountain peaks he had crossed. Whenever he encountered a fork in the path, he chose the one that led farther away. When he grew tired, he would stop to rest for a while before continuing on his journey. Reflecting back, Garen realized he had forgotten how long it had been since he had wandered aimlessly like this; his eyes were fixed solely on the road ahead, never glancing back.
Along the way, Garen had been intercepted by others, but at this moment, he was likely the strongest person in all of Dead Man's Gorge. Any so-called threats held no significance.
Notably, around noon on the third day, Garen finally discovered the glowing Heart of Agou in his pocket and felt the immense power radiating from it.
Indeed, it turned out that for these three days, a vast amount of Magical Energy had been infused into Garen’s body. Due to the shielding power, he had not noticed it before, but now upon closer inspection, he found that various forces within him had reached an extraordinary level, even surpassing the mid-tier of the legendary realm, reaching the threshold of Third Tier.
Beyond that lay the pinnacle of the legendary domain.
Garen soon came to terms with this realization. Tifet had once mentioned that all powers on the continent were intricately linked to Agu Anan the Great; for instance, those Magic Pattern Armors and even Arcane Crystals. Now that Garen carried the Heart of Agou back here, those lost powers had found their "way home" and naturally entered his body.
As dusk fell, Garen encountered two elves.
This scene was strikingly similar to that of the Wolf Brothers; uniquely different was that the Black-Haired Elf showed no hesitation as he plunged a dagger into his companion's nape and swiftly severed his nerves.
His companion didn’t even have time to react before collapsing into a pool of blood, while the Black-Haired Elf eagerly stripped off the Magic Pattern Armor and donned it himself with wild delight.
Betrayal.
Watching this unfold, Garen murmured softly to himself.
On the fourth day, Garen encountered Bai.
"Come back to Solomon's Castle with me." Bai looked quite haggard, clearly having gone through a lot since their parting at Starsea Island Bridge.
Perhaps the continuous days of travel had become somewhat monotonous, so Garen did not refuse outright.
He thought for a moment and said, "You are of the human race."
Why would a human refer to the path leading to the blood clan as a "return"?
"I once was," Bai replied calmly, not minding that Garen had touched upon her greatest sore spot. She continued, "The Seventh Ancestor is dead, Lord Morkvand is undergoing the Progenitor's trial, and Her Highness intends to clean up the Thirteen Clans... she is currently in need of manpower."
Garen found it strange. "She looks down on manpower."
Indeed, Su Ye had never regarded life as anything significant and would not care about the lives or deaths of others. To her, manpower was merely a number; a woman like her would hardly lack for it.
Bai frowned slightly and said seriously, "What Her Highness needs are trustworthy individuals."
Garen fell silent. In a sense, he actually admired Su Ye. Of course, this was only in certain aspects; for instance, her willpower was among the few that could rival his own, and Su Ye had a unique understanding of pain, life, and the world.
If it weren't for their differing positions and Su Ye's overly self-centered way of doing things, perhaps Garen could have become friends with her.
But perhaps it would always remain just a possibility.
Garen shook his head. "That might disappoint her."
"Aren't you afraid something might go wrong? You must understand that Her Highness's situation is still very dangerous. If anything were to happen to her, it would not bode well for you," Bai narrowed her eyes.
“Su Ye is indeed dangerous, but that's because she enjoys the atmosphere of danger,” Garen said with a smile. “She won't allow herself to make any mistakes.”
“You...”
Bai wanted to say something more, but suddenly stopped. She met Garen's gaze. “What happened to you?”
Garen couldn't help but chuckle. “Do I really look that bad?”
He was somewhat puzzled as to why everyone who saw him seemed to think something had happened. Well... although he had indeed gone through some unfortunate events, after walking for the past few days, Garen actually felt quite good about himself.
Bai looked deeply at Garen for a moment before turning and walking away.
Watching her white figure retreat, Garen murmured to himself, “Disappointment.”
The fourth day was not yet over.
Garen intended to walk a bit further, but suddenly realized something and decided to stop and rest. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a fidgeting Black-Haired Elf crouched in the dense forest.
Indeed, it was the same guy who betrayed his companions yesterday. He had to admit that the elf was very perceptive; Garen had only lingered for a moment, yet he was still discovered. What was even more admirable was that he had followed him here.
The elf's sapphire-like eyes glinted with greed; it seemed that he believed Garen must possess some treasure. At the very least, that Greatsword could fetch a good price.
In places where there were no restraints, the ugliness of human nature was laid bare.
But at that moment, the Black-Haired Elf suddenly froze. He realized that the Magic Pattern Armor he wore was continuously weakening! The glowing patterns on it were gradually dimming, and several already fractured spots were now cracking even more...
In the blink of an eye, the Magic Pattern Armor had turned into a piece of scrap metal.
The scene unfolded abruptly. The Black-Haired Elf suddenly looked up, only to find that Garen had vanished from the large stone, disappearing without a trace.
But why was that?
The Black-Haired Elf stared at the scrap metal on the ground, his body trembling violently. Before long, he burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. Yes, he and his companions had risked their lives for the Magic Pattern Armor, facing near-death experiences multiple times. He had even killed his best friend for it... and now, the Magic Pattern Armor was rendered useless!
Of course, the issue with the Magic Pattern Armor was directly related to Garen. More precisely, it was connected to the Heart of Agou. Due to the magnetic field issues in Dead Man's Gorge, the Heart of Agou would prioritize absorbing the nearest source of power. In other words, if the black-haired youth hadn’t been tracking Garen, this situation might never have occurred.
But in this world, there were always "ifs."
As the Heart of Agou siphoned power into Garen’s body, his various strengths began to undergo a frenzied transformation and ascension. Unfortunately, within Lost Land, they were firmly suppressed; otherwise, an extremely potent force—one belonging to the pinnacle of legendary realms—would have erupted by now.
Indeed, Garen's current power was just one step away from reaching true Legendary Apex.
All he needed to do was step out of Lost Land.
At that moment, as Garen walked further away, he murmured softly, "Sadness."
And then,
The fifth day arrived.
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