Peak of the World

Chapter 1: Fang

A teenager trudged wearily across the street.

He looked exhausted; his dead eyes revealed the depth of his depression. The setting sun illuminated his slim, weak frame, casting a lonely shadow across the pavement.

Victoria City, a small urban center not much larger than a town, was home to a few notable figures.

This boy was one of its residents. Though famous, he would have preferred otherwise.

“It’s Fang!”

“Today was the final exam for the spring, and, as usual, he failed.”

“If he keeps this up, he won’t even get into the worst college. What a waste—no future at all.”

“I’m just a baker, but even my son passed the exam easily. And Fang comes from a famous family!”

Fang hailed from a distinguished lineage. His great-grandparents, grandparents, and parents were locally renowned for their contributions to the city. He inherited the same sharp reflexes and a strong body, as expected. However, as he grew up, one problem became painfully clear—he lacked the ability to practice martial arts.

Misfortune rarely comes alone. Fang was only ten when his parents were killed in a war defending the city from invaders. The casualties were numerous, and with much of the city in ruins, there was little time to care for the bereaved. Fang's life took a sharp turn for the worse.

Although his parents’ sacrifice had saved the city, their contributions were soon forgotten. Six years flew by, and the people of Victoria City no longer remembered the foundation their success was built upon. All that remained in the minds of most was the image of Fang—once the heir to a gifted family, now weak and powerless.

Hearing the mocking voices, Fang clenched his fist, the veins on his pale skin bulging.

**These damned people... My parents gave everything to this city, even their lives. And this is how you repay them? You insult their son?**

His anger was raw but helpless. When he arrived home, he saw a beautiful girl waiting by the door. She had blue eyes, snow-white skin, and a slim figure.

When she saw him, her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, “Master, you’re back!”

From the tone of her voice, one might mistake Mii for Fang’s lover. However, she was simply his maid. Their relationship was unusual, though—they had grown up together. In times like these, when many struggled to survive, being a servant was often a child's only chance. Wealthy families would adopt orphans to serve their children, providing companionship that could last a lifetime.

Mii had been abandoned by heartless parents. A hunter found her as a baby, left in the mountains for the wolves. She was brought to an orphanage, but her frail condition made her unappealing for adoption. When Fang’s parents visited the orphanage, they pitied her, and since she was the same age as Fang, they took her in as a maid.

Under the gentle care of Fang’s parents, Mii grew healthier and prettier over time. When it came time for her physical aptitude test, she was found to have remarkable talent. Many families regretted not adopting her and tried to entice her to leave Fang’s household. However, Mii, grateful to Fang’s parents and fond of Fang, refused. After Fang's parents died, Mii was the only family he had left.

Seeing her, Fang’s anger subsided a little, and he nodded. “Hi, Mii.”

“Master, your test results...” she began, but when she saw his face darken, she stopped. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

Fang sighed. “It doesn’t matter. I’m used to it.”

Mii tried to cheer him up. “Master, don’t be discouraged by these results. In half a year, you might improve and get into a good college.”

He laughed bitterly. “I hope so.”

They entered the empty mansion. It was not particularly small—his ancestors had been wealthy—but an eerie silence pervaded the space. The once-vibrant household was lifeless. Most of the family’s fortune had been spent on Fang, as his parents worked tirelessly to give him a better future. But with their deaths, the income stopped. To conserve the dwindling funds, all the servants were dismissed. Only Mii remained, out of the dozens who once lived there.

“Master, you must be tired. I’ve prepared hot water for you. Would you like to take a bath?”

“Yes, please.”

Heavy mist filled the bathroom as Fang sat on a small wooden stool. Mii began to gently rub his back with a towel.

The tragedies of his childhood and the constant insults from those around him had hardened Fang’s heart. Despite this, Mii had stayed with him, even when he had given her the option to leave, like the other servants. She insisted on remaining as his maid, and her unwavering faith in him touched him deeply.

Many times, Fang had wanted to give up. But because of Mii, he kept trying, pushing himself every day so that she might have a better life.

Yet, reality was harsh.

After his bath and dinner, Fang climbed to the roof of the mansion.

Lying on his back, he reached out toward the stars shining above. It felt as though the entire world was embracing the people below.

But Fang… he felt abandoned by the world.

**Why is it like this? I’ve given my blood, sweat, and tears. I’ve worked harder than anyone else, yet I still can’t unlock any martial arts?**

**Is this world playing a cruel joke on me? I’ve spent my whole life practicing, and for what?**

It was a desperate, hopeless plea. He knew it.

Suddenly, a white light appeared in the sky. The luminous streak illuminated the darkness as it headed straight toward the city. His eyes widened.

**Isn’t that… a meteorite?**

Small meteorites could still cause great destruction, while larger ones could reduce entire cities to dust. The capital and important cities had erected magical barriers to protect against such rare threats, but Victoria City was just one among many. There was no protection here. All Fang could do was watch in horror as the light fell, changing course and accelerating toward him. Within seconds, the blinding light filled his vision.

He couldn’t react in time. The white light pierced through his body, and everything went black.

Chapter 2: The Ten Masters

Fang woke to the sound of an indistinct scream. He looked around, but there was no sky, no earth—only endless darkness.

**Wasn’t I hit by a meteorite… am I dead?**

**Is this… the world of the dead?**

He examined his body—or rather, the white light that he had become.

**Will I be stuck here forever, wandering until my soul fades into nothing?**

Confused and disoriented, Fang walked. For what felt like months, he wandered through the dark void. Then, in the distance, he spotted a speck of light—no, ten lights.

**Are there other people here?**

Relieved, Fang hurried toward the lights. The oppressive loneliness he had felt for so long finally began to lift.

“Hahaha, this is great! We’ve finally found someone who can hold our body!”

“Well, it’s a bit broken.”

“That doesn’t matter. Fixing it will be easy.”

“Yes, we should be grateful. We’ve met someone just before we disappear.”

“Our luck isn’t so bad after all!”

There were ten souls in total, and from their voices, they sounded old. One of the figures floated toward Fang.

“Boy, you’re lucky to have found us. From now on, you’re destined for greatness!”

Fang frowned. “Who the hell are you?”

“Who am I? Listen carefully and don’t be scared!” The figure glowed brighter. “I am Kaesar!”

**Kaesar?**

Fang thought for a moment, then replied, “Sorry, I’ve never heard of you.”

“What?! You’ve never heard of me, Kaesar?” A tinge of red seeped into the old man’s aura, his anger growing. “Boy, if you’re this ignorant, maybe I should kill you right now!”

“I’m already dead, aren’t I?”

“You…” The light surrounding Kaesar shook violently, expanding as though he intended to engulf Fang. A sharp voice came from another soul.

“Calm down! It’s been a long time; we can’t expect him to know us.”

“A long time?” Kaesar looked wretchedly at the others. “I—one of the legendary supreme masters—forgotten by history? Unthinkable!”

**Supreme master?**

Fang’s eyes widened. He hadn’t heard of Kaesar specifically, but he knew the title of a supreme master.

Supreme masters stood at the pinnacle of power, nearly godlike in their abilities. It was rumored that they could destroy nations with ease.

**Could this soul really be one of them?**

Fang didn’t know what to believe. He hadn’t expected to meet a supreme master, let alone in a place like this. He remained silent.

Kaesar saw the doubt in his eyes and shouted, “You don’t believe I’m a supreme master? I’ll prove it right now. Watch!”

A foreboding aura surrounded the blurry figure as he stretched out his arm. Cautious, Fang took a step back.

Kaesar gritted his teeth and concentrated for a few seconds before a small cluster of flames burst from his fingers.

“Hahaha, see this, you ignorant boy? Tremble before the power of the terrible flame!”

Fang wasn’t an expert on fire, but he knew that conjuring a flame was the simplest of tasks. The size of the flame reflected the user’s power. He had heard that true masters could evaporate entire lakes, but this… Kaesar only managed a small flame.

Speechless, Fang coughed. “Old man, do you use that to light your cigars?”

“Are you stupid?” Kaesar flew into a rage. “In this void world, fire is impossible, yet I created it before your very eyes! All of my companions here are also at the peak of their arts.”

“That’s right, look at me!” A gray figure floated up and down, moving slowly toward Fang and then back. “I am the supreme master of shadows!”

**That was... fast?** Fang thought, suppressing his disbelief. The soul moved at about five meters per second. Hardly impressive.

“Didn’t I move extremely fast?” the shadow master asked.

“Speed isn’t important! With my strength, I could destroy mountains with my fists!”

“Crushing mountains is nothing! The power of the wind can grind mountains into dust!”

“It takes you so long to grind a mountain! I could punch dozens in that time!”

Fang watched, embarrassed, as the old souls argued and bragged about their powers. **Did becoming a supreme master come with this much delusion?**

Or perhaps the endless darkness of the void had driven them mad.

He didn’t want to argue with these crazy souls. With a cough, he said, “If there’s nothing else, elders, I’ll be going now.”

He started to float away, but the souls quickly surrounded him.

“You can’t leave! We’ve found a suitable candidate,” one of the dead said.

“Candidate?”

“Yes,” another dead soul chimed in. “We’ll teach you the strongest techniques we know. You’re the luckiest person in the world!”

Fang was at a loss for words. **Why would I want to learn anything from a bunch of dead people?**

He sighed. “Thank you, masters, but no thanks. Goodbye!”

He tried to push past them, but the dead souls blocked his way. “You don’t understand! It’s everyone’s dream to be chosen by us! Don’t let him escape!”

One of the "masters" latched onto Fang, refusing to let go. Soon, all ten souls piled on top of him, holding him down.

“Boy, if it weren’t for this void, I could kill you with just a finger!”

“Do you really want to do this the hard way? Just say you’ll learn!”

Fang shook his head violently, shouting, “I don’t want to learn!”

A cold voice echoed in his ear, “Do you have any idea how many people would die to be our disciples? More than you’ve ever seen in your life!”

The so-called master of speed struggled to hold on to Fang. “You’d better listen! There’s one among us who… well, let’s just say he’s got some odd preferences, and you don’t want to find out the hard way…”

**These guys are insane!** Fang thought, panicking. The most important thing now was to keep his sanity—and his dignity.

“Fine! I’ll learn! I’ll learn whatever you teach me!”

The dead souls instantly released him, cheering as if they had won a great victory, while Fang stared at them, utterly depressed.

**Maybe these crazy souls will disappear soon. I’ll just hang in there…**

Chapter 3: Second Chance

He didn’t know how much time had passed within this endless darkness, but it felt like an eternity.

The crazy “masters” took turns teaching him the many mysteries and meanings of the world. From their lectures, they truly sounded like masters. However, their battle demonstrations were pathetic, and whenever Fang wanted to give up, the old madmen came up with new, more creative threats to keep him going. He constantly hoped they would fade away soon.

Although this place defied common sense, it still required sleep, and that was the only respite Fang could get.

One day, when he woke up, the old lunatics didn’t immediately crowd around him to impart their teachings; instead, they stared at him seriously.

“Boy, we have to go.”

When Fang heard Kaesar say this, he was surprised. Ever since their first meeting, it had been forced, grueling practice all the time, and he had been looking forward to this moment. However, now that it had finally arrived, he couldn’t muster any sense of relief.

Although the dead souls were crazy and severe with their training, they had also tried their best to teach him and help him understand their arts. When he didn’t grasp something, they were patient. They congratulated him when he succeeded and encouraged him to give his best effort. He hadn’t felt this warmth or care since his parents died. Disappointed, he asked, “Why? Are you going to dissipate and move on to a better place?”

“You really are an idiot,” Kaesar said. Despite the scolding tone, his voice carried a concealed hint of warmth. “You actually think you’re dead?”

Stunned, Fang replied, “Aren’t I?”

“Of course not! This is your spiritual world, not the afterlife. You didn’t die. You may not believe it now, but soon, you’ll understand.”

“Remember everything we taught you. It’ll surely be useful.”

“Even if we disappear, don’t you dare slack off!”

“Boy, we’re reluctant to part, but our time is running out!”

As the masters said their farewells, their shapes began to fade. Fang shouted, “Wait! You haven’t explained anything yet! Don’t go!”

But no matter how much he cried, the dead souls continued to fade away, leaving behind a whisper: “There are things you don’t yet know, but when you’ve gained enough power, the soul bracelet will reveal them to you. Don’t listen to others—you have talent! Your body had a slight defect, but we’ve used the last of our power to fix it. In this world, many people possess strength, but remember, with effort, you will surpass them. Fang, we won’t be by your side, but inside this bracelet, let us witness you become the strongest, even surpassing the gods! Farewell!”

“Wait!”

The void around him began to swirl and vanish. With a jolt, Fang woke up in a bed.

*I’m… not dead?*

He looked at his body and felt his heartbeat pulsing through him with a powerful rhythm. He also sensed energy coursing through him, surprising him.

*Novice!*

Power was divided into different ranks, and when enough strength was accumulated, one would advance to the next stage. Right now, at the novice rank, his aura was detectable to others—a sign that other fighters could perceive.

The ranks of power ranged from apprentice, novice, intermediate, advanced, expert, master, lord, king, to supreme. Within each rank, there were nine grades of mastery. In the past, Fang had been stuck as an apprentice, unable to break through the restriction that had kept him from advancing.

But now, the bottleneck that had bested him for so long had finally been broken!

And he could feel it wasn’t just the 1st-grade novice—his aura covered most of his body, indicating he was at least an 8th-grade novice.

*I’m… an 8th-grade novice!*

Fang was ecstatic. To jump from the lowest stage to the 8th grade was enough to drive anyone mad with happiness.

More importantly, it wasn’t without reason.

*The dream wasn’t a dream!*

*Were those old madmen actually supreme masters?*

On his right arm was a thin, black armband coiled tightly around it. Fang was sure he hadn’t worn any accessories before.

Before the dead disappeared, they had mentioned a bracelet. Could this be it?

Fang tried to remove it, but the bracelet was rooted deeply into his skin. No matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn’t come off.

*Forget it, I’ll just keep wearing it. They said that when I reach a certain level of strength, the soul bracelet will reveal everything.*

*What kind of secrets are they hiding?*

---

On the streets of Victoria City, a maid walked in silence, her head slightly bowed, her shoulders slumped, her face tired and full of sadness.

Ever since her master fell into a coma without any explanation, it had been six months. Although he showed all signs of life, the best healer in town couldn’t wake him.

In a month, the exams for college would begin. If Fang missed them, there would be no more opportunities. A few weeks later, her own magic exams would take place, but their entire future depended on his recovery. With such a heavy burden on her shoulders and her master in such a dire state, she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

“Mii.”

Her thoughts were interrupted as she arrived at the house. Looking up, she saw an uninvited and unwelcome guest. Her expression turned cold. “Yato, why are you here?”

“Hey, don’t be so unfriendly,” the young man said. “I came to talk to you on behalf of my master.”

Mii’s face stayed cold. “There’s nothing to talk about between me and Vincent.”

“Well then, I’ll say farewell, but you should reconsider,” Yato advised. “Unlike Fang, who’s a waste, Vincent can give you everything—jewelry, clothing, education. Fang offers you nothing, not even a basic magic robe. If you work for my master and follow his commands, you’ll have a wonderful life. All you have to do is let Fang go. He’s practically a vegetable, and if you stop feeding him, he’ll die. No one will care about him. He’s as insignificant as an ant.”

Vincent and Fang were both sons of prominent families, but Vincent had always pursued Mii, trying to make her submit. Fang was the only thing standing in his way.

But now, with Fang in a coma, Vincent had been waiting for his death. It never came, because every day, Mii worked desperately to feed him. Now, after six months, Vincent had grown impatient. He reasoned she would give up by now.

He was wrong. Trembling, Mii shouted, “Kill my master? You must be dreaming!”

Seeing her defiance, Yato stepped back. “Mii, your family is poor. Even with all your hard work, you can’t afford the expensive nutrition Fang needs. Sooner or later, he’ll die anyway.”

Mii gritted her teeth, as Yato’s words hit her hardest fears.

Since Fang had been in a coma, he couldn’t eat, and expensive nutrients had to be fed to him. Already poor, the family’s savings were depleted, and she had no idea how long she could keep supporting Fang.

But Mii couldn’t give up. “You don’t need to worry. I’ll work harder and earn the money!”

Yato smiled. “Why be so stubborn? Vincent is offering you the best of both worlds: a good life and Fang’s survival. Isn’t it reasonable?”

Although Mii knew Vincent had malicious intent, the chance to keep Fang alive was tempting.

Softly, Yato said, “Mii, think it over. My master is generous. All you have to do is repay him as you see fit. Isn’t this the best solution for everyone?”

But he underestimated Mii’s loyalty.

After a long silence, she spoke, her voice calm yet firm. “I refuse. If my master were alive, he would never accept anything from Vincent. And if my master dies, I cannot live either. I’m Mii, of the Fang family, and I will die in the Fang family.”

Yato grew furious. “Then watch Fang starve to death! He will never wake up!”

“Really? I don’t think so.”

Yato and Mii were stunned. They turned toward the voice.

Leaning on the open door was Fang.

After six months in a coma, Fang had awakened.

Chapter 4: The Endless Method

“Master, you, you...” Mii’s lips trembled, unable to believe that the familiar, reassuring face stood before her.

Yato’s eyes narrowed. “Fang?”

Stepping in front of Mii, Fang spat out a single word. “Leave.”

No longer startled, Yato angrily asked, “What do you mean?”

In a deadpan tone, Fang stated, “Go back to Vincent, and tell him, if he sends for Mii again, I’ll personally kill that trash.”

“You dare insult our master? Don’t forget, you’re just a useless piece of waste—go to hell!” In fury, Yato raised his arm, shining with energy, and threw a heavy blow at Fang.

Though Yato was just a servant, he was a grade 3 novice, and his strength coated his entire arm. It was more than enough to deal with someone at the apprentice level like Fang used to be.

Mii went pale. She hadn’t expected Yato to attack Fang so suddenly. She was a mage, but at her level, she needed time to prepare and chant a spell. It was too late.

“Bang!”

Amidst the dust, a figure flew out, screaming. But it wasn’t Fang.

Yato landed several meters away, shards of broken teeth scattered on the ground.

Fang’s body was also shimmering with energy, but not just one arm—his entire upper body was alight. To cover this much area with his strength, he was at least at grade 5 novice!

Mii stared in shock.

*Master just woke up, but he’s already passed the threshold and reached grade 5? What happened?!*

His mouth full of blood, Yato’s eyes glazed over as Fang gave a vicious smile. “I think this is the best way to show Vincent. Actually, I wouldn’t mind playing until you lose more teeth.”

“Uhh... uhh...” Yato sobbed in pain, unable to speak.

Fang glared at him. “Disappear within ten seconds, or I can guarantee you’ll never be able to speak again. Ten, nine, eight...”

Chills ran down Yato’s spine. In a hurry, disregarding his pain, he stumbled away, eventually disappearing from sight.

Fang smirked. “Just like his master—ugly and weak!”

He turned to the dazed Mii. “Unlike Mii here—courageous and beautiful.”

Mii snapped out of her stupor and, though confused, cried out in happiness, “Master, is this real?”

Fang walked toward her and pulled her into a tight embrace. “Mii, you’ve suffered enough. I promise you, from now on, everything will change.”

Mii cheerfully nodded. “Yes, I believe in you, Master!”

---

Back inside the mansion, Mii joyfully asked, “Master, when did you wake up?”

“Just less than five minutes ago,” Fang replied. “In time too, or else my dear maid would have been taken by someone else.”

Mii blushed. “Master…”

“I’m kidding. I’ll never forget your devotion.” From the calendar and Yato’s earlier comments, Fang could tell that more than half a year had passed, yet Mii had never abandoned him. He was deeply touched. From now on, he vowed to always take care of Mii.

“It was nothing,” Mii said shyly. “I’m your maid. You’ve always been so kind to me. It’s what I’m supposed to do.”

Since Fang’s parents had died and the family had declined, Fang had taken charge of the situation, rather than leaving it to a scared, young Mii. “You’re free to go,” he had said with a tired smile, offering her the remains of his own savings. But she had refused, vowing to stay loyal to Fang no matter what.

Breaking the silence, Mii asked, “Master, how did your strength increase so much? Before, you hadn’t even broken into the novice level, but now your strength covered your entire upper body, which means you’re at least grade 5, right?”

Though Mii was a mage, she knew the basics of the warrior’s path, and Fang’s sudden surge in power left her bewildered.

Fang smiled gently. “I don’t know. Maybe that illness was a blessing in disguise.”

Of course, he knew better.

The changes had happened in that dream with the old madmen. They had claimed he had talent, and with the last of their power, they had restored the flaw in his body. That bit of power had allowed him to break through to grade 8 novice.

Clenching his fist tightly, Fang thought there was no doubt he would breeze through the entrance exam now!

---

On the highest floor of a luxurious mansion in Victoria City, a man angrily threw a vase at the wall.

“Damn Mii! Not only did she refuse to come, but she even managed to ruin your face, Yato!”

Mii was a mage, and he knew Yato was no match for her, but he hadn’t expected Mii to be able to knock out Yato’s teeth with punches.

“Mm mmmm, mm mmmm...” Yato shook his head, still unable to speak properly.

Vincent frowned. “What are you trying to say?”

“Uhh uhh, uhh...” Sobbing, Yato gestured frantically with his hands and feet until Vincent finally understood.

“What? The person who beat you wasn’t Mii, but Fang?”

Yato nodded vigorously.

“How could Fang defeat you? Even if he woke up, he was just a low-grade apprentice.”

Yato continued to gesture in desperation.

“What? Fang has broken through to grade 5 novice? How is that possible? He was in a coma!”

Unable to explain any further, Yato dropped to his knees, bowing. Seeing no point in pressing him, Vincent waved him away.

“Fang, Fang, Fang...” Vincent muttered under his breath. “You think you can beat my servants and make a statement? Who do you think you are? No matter how strong you’ve gotten, you were and always will be trash. Just wait and see—Mii will be mine.”

---

As the lazy afternoon light flooded the streets, Fang ran toward the city’s public library. For hours, he scoured the shelves, browsing through books on famous figures—masters of fire, shadows, thunder, holy arts, and more.

If anyone reached the rank of Supreme, their name would be famous, recorded throughout the ages. Yet there was nothing. Perhaps Victoria City’s library was too small. Larger libraries might hold clues.

But Fang had no doubt the old madmen from his dream were powerful. After all, they had healed the flaw in his body that countless doctors couldn’t fix.

When he fought Yato, he hadn’t used the traditional methods taught at school. Instead, he had relied on the technique drilled into him by the dead masters, and to his amazement, his power had surged past grade 8 into grade 9 novice.

There was no doubt he owed it all to the endless method they had taught him.

Returning home late, Fang skipped dinner and rushed to his tiny practice room. Instead of training the methods recommended by his school instructors, he practiced the endless method.

The name sounded simple, even stupid, but the old masters had insisted that it was the strongest method in the world. Fang had memorized it by heart, though the madmen had added that it was something they only *theorized* could work.

In other words, no one had ever trained with it, because even the smallest mistake could cause severe disability, or worse, sudden death.

Fang initially thought they had devised it out of boredom, but now that he was back in reality, and his body was healed, he decided to give it a try.

The endless method was dangerous, but it only became lethal after reaching the advanced stage. Right now, there was little risk.

Sitting down on the ground, Fang visualized the intricate, complex formations he had practiced in the dream. Despite his struggles with it before, the effects became immediately noticeable in reality.

Energy from the surroundings surged into his body at an astonishing rate. Shocked, Fang realized the speed of absorption far surpassed anything he had seen before.

The madmen had theorized that all elemental energies were absorbable. With that idea, they had crafted the endless method, which allowed the absorption of all elemental energies at once, rather than just one.

It had been only a theory, but now it was becoming reality. The endless method was truly endless!

Chapter 5: Universal Law of Magic

As Fang thought about the theories the old elders had explained, he remembered that three of them had also come up with a universal law of magic, having fought mages at their own level!

A person’s body would either be suited for magic or martial arts. The chances of a person being suited for magic were quite low, but those who were exhibited incredible destructive power. The issue was that absorbing the mana required for spells demanded a deep understanding of the world. Even with meditation, this was difficult to achieve.

While trapped in that place of eternal darkness, Fang had been forced to learn various theories about magic, just in case he ever had to fight a mage.

However, everything the elders taught him was theoretical; Fang wasn’t a magician, so he wasn’t sure if those theories were practical. But Mii was...

Fang searched the mansion, finding Mii washing clothes. “Mii, can you stop for a moment?”

She put down the clothes and turned toward him. “How can I help you, Master?”

“Listen to this,” Fang began, reciting a new perspective on magic, based on the basic theories he’d been taught. “What do you think?”

Mii listened intently with her head down, but as he continued, her expression turned to shock. “Master, this way of perceiving magic explains the deep fundamentals that everyone has long suspected but never understood! These ideas are so unique and fresh. I’ve never heard anything like this before, even in my school!”

Once, out of curiosity, Fang had glanced at the magic book Mii studied from. The pages were filled with complex formulas and theories, which he found impossible to grasp. Even if he had been born with a body suited for magic, he doubted he would have made much progress. Magic required comprehension, which was different from simply having the ability.

But the basic theories the old elders had taught him used simple, vivid examples. Fang was sure that, aside from advanced material, basic magic—below the level of a magician—should be relatively easy to learn.

Excited, Mii asked, “Master, where did you learn these magic theories? They must have come from a powerful magician, maybe even an archmage.”

Although Mii was the person Fang trusted most in the world, he couldn’t help but think that explaining he had learned from old, supreme masters in a spirit world while in a coma was too bizarre. With a laugh, he brushed it off. “The details aren’t important. If you think these explanations are useful, just keep them in mind as you practice.”

Mii could tell Fang was hiding something but didn’t press the issue. “Yes, Master!”

These methods were powerful, and Fang stayed inside the practice room most of the time, emerging only for their frugal meals.

---

A month passed.

Inside the mansion, Fang’s body was alight with a faint glow. He had successfully spread energy throughout his entire body—his eyes lit up with joy.

He was at the breaking point from the novice stage to the intermediate stage! After just a month of effort, Fang had reached this stage. Time had flown by; he glanced at the calendar and smiled.

A few days later, the day of the entrance exam arrived.

Although Fang had learned the endless method for practicing, the time the old masters had to teach him had been limited. They only imparted the basics and the most useful martial arts theories. Supreme techniques required decades to master, and learning ten different supreme styles in six months was impossible. However, the unique insights and approaches they gave him had placed him far ahead of the majority of people. He knew, though, that he couldn’t afford to be complacent.

He had a head start, but it was only the beginning. He still needed to learn proper fighting techniques and gain combat experience—both of which would be available at a good college.

Fang’s eyes narrowed. Half a year ago, he had been unable to break past the apprentice stage due to the flaw in his heart. But now, things were different.

*I must get the top score in the entrance exam!*

---

Victoria City was buzzing with excitement as the entrance exam approached.

Outside the venue, anxious parents and children arrived early, accompanied by friends, all waiting for the exam to begin.

To adhere to the principles of openness and fairness, the entrance exam was open for public viewing. Naturally, many people came to watch.

The crowd’s murmurs grew louder as two figures appeared, instantly drawing attention.

“Hey, isn’t that Fang?”

“That guy was already weak, but after being in a coma for half a year, what luck does he have left?”

“I heard he hasn’t even been training since he woke up. Is he here just to test his luck?”

“Luck? He couldn’t even break past the apprentice stage, and now he’s trying to take this exam? How shameless. He should just quit.”

The same hurtful insults that Fang had heard half a year ago followed him. No one, except Vincent and Yato, knew that he had already reached the novice stage—after all, he’d spent his time holed up in his residence.

Mii, standing by his side, couldn’t help but feel angry at the hateful comments. “These people really underestimate you, Master. Ignore them. Focus on the exam and prove them wrong!”

Fang chuckled. “Mii, don’t worry. Soon, no one will dare to look down on us.”

As only examinees could enter the grounds, Fang patted Mii’s shoulder and confidently strode forward.

Suddenly, a figure blocked his path.

Vincent.

With his back straight and an arrogant swagger, Vincent sneered. “Only a 5th-grade novice? Fang, with such pathetic strength, you’re as fragile as a piece of paper.”

Vincent paused, taking deep breaths. He had come from the training school to the city at the last moment, squeezing in as much practice as possible.

Fang, indifferent, ignored him. Their shoulders brushed as they passed, and Vincent almost stumbled.

*Fang was this strong?*

“Who’s the trash now?” Fang remarked as he walked away.

Vincent’s face turned ugly, his body trembling in rage. “You…”

Fang kept walking, leaving Vincent fuming behind him. Watching Fang’s confident stride, Vincent’s heart sank. Fang had definitely reached the novice stage, and he might even be at a high grade—there was no other way he could have withstood that collision.

But Vincent wasn’t discouraged. *Fang, don’t think that just because you beat Yato, you have real strength. During this exam, you’ll see. Compared to me, you’re nothing!*

Chapter 6: The Examination

Eleven figures cut through the morning sun, slowly taking their seats on raised platforms overlooking the grounds. These individuals were sent from the country to ensure fair, standardized testing for all candidates. Unlike in previous years, when attention was focused on the examinees, this time the crowd’s gaze was drawn to a beguiling beauty among the judges.

To enter the country headquarters at such a young age, her talent had to be extraordinary. Although this was just one of many small cities, and the quality of judges wasn’t usually high, it was clear that all the other judges—older than 30 and lacking confidence—were on their first assignment.

But the most surprising thing was that this woman sat in the center seat. If this wasn’t a mistake, it meant she was the head judge—the strongest among them all!

The judges took their seats impatiently, eager to begin. The examination itself was straightforward: each examinee, called up by their identification number, would demonstrate their skills.

“Number 1, Hill!”

A teenager from a nearby farm stepped forward, his energy covering his arms up to his waist.

*6th-grade novice!*

His talent was notable, having received private lessons in the city with his savings. Hill withdrew a simple sword and demonstrated a practical, no-nonsense style, his movements direct and effective. As his swordplay slowed, the judges began to rate him.

Other examinees followed, most ranking between 3rd and 5th grade novice, with occasional outliers reaching the 6th or 7th grade.

But even after half the candidates had been tested, no one had reached the 8th grade. Advancing to higher levels required exponentially more energy.

That is, until a certain name was called.

“Number 103, Vincent!”

Vincent stepped onto the field, a burst of energy enveloping his entire body.

*8th-grade novice!*

The crowd instantly fell silent. He was the first to reach this level during the exam.

But it didn’t stop there—the energy continued to spread, covering his head and eyes.

*9th-grade novice!*

This was the highest level a novice could achieve.

The crowd erupted in cheers, whispers of admiration and envy spreading like wildfire.

“This is incredible, reaching that stage of power at his age.”

“Yeah, 8th-grade novice is already impressive, but 9th grade? He’s definitely going to top the exam.”

“Looks like Vincent’s going to surpass even his father with talent like this.”

“Well, he comes from a real martial arts family, unlike that useless Fang. What did you expect?”

In the crowd, a middle-aged man smiled proudly. No parent could resist feeling proud when their child excelled. He couldn’t help but think of Fang, smirking as he remembered the bitter rivalry between their families. In past generations, Fang’s parents had outshone everyone in the city, while Vincent’s family struggled to compete. But now, Fang’s parents were dead, and Fang himself was the city’s laughingstock. The taste of victory was sweet.

Although Vincent had completed his exam, he decided to stay and watch Fang make a fool of himself. He bowed to the judges and confidently left the field, knowing he had demonstrated a clear gap in strength between him and Fang.

Vincent scanned the line of candidates, looking for Fang. But to his irritation, Fang’s calm demeanor hadn’t changed at all. He wasn’t in awe or shock—he didn’t seem to care.

*Pathetic,* Vincent thought. *Putting on a brave face won’t save you. You’ll be humiliated when it’s your turn to test!*

The testing continued, but no one else came close to Vincent’s level. It was now certain he would top the scores.

“Number 189, Fang!”

All eyes turned to the lone figure. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, waiting for the spectacle they were sure was coming. Jeers rang out from all sides.

“Come on, Fang, are you really here to embarrass yourself?”

“There hasn’t been anyone who took this exam without being at least a novice. What a joke!”

“I bet the examiners will be speechless after this disaster.”

Ignoring the mockery, Fang stepped calmly into the center of the testing grounds, now fully in the spotlight. He took a deep breath, and a faint glow began to spread around his fist.

The jeering stopped.

Fluidly, the energy spread from his wrists, covering half his arms.

*1st-grade novice!*

Then it moved up, covering both arms.

*3rd-grade novice!*

The energy flowed toward his neck.

*4th-grade novice!*

His entire chest was soon enveloped.

*5th-grade novice!*

The crowd couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Half a year ago, Fang had been stuck at the apprentice level, and now he had reached the 5th-grade novice stage?

But it wasn’t over.

The energy spread to his waist.

*6th-grade novice!*

Yato had said Fang was only a 5th-grade novice. Had he concealed his strength or broken through recently?

The judges exchanged glances, mildly surprised. This level of energy was respectable.

Even Mii was taken aback. She thought Fang’s strength was at the 5th grade, but he had already reached the 6th.

*No wonder Master was so confident!*

But she still underestimated him.

The energy flowed down to his legs and feet. Vincent swore under his breath.

*How is this possible? How can this waste be a 7th-grade novice?*

But it wasn’t the end. Fang’s head began to emit light.

*8th-grade novice!*

Aside from Vincent, no one else had reached this level!

Finally, Fang’s eyes lit up, his aura becoming overwhelming as it all came to a conclusion.

*9th-grade novice!*

Fang had tied with Vincent for the top score.

The crowd was in disbelief. The apprentice-ranked Fang, who the entire city had scorned, had risen to compete for the top spot with Vincent!

Vincent staggered, his mind reeling. Was this real?

*No way. I must be seeing things. Fang could only be this strong if he used rush pills!*