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Chapter 340: Dragon’s Breath

Luke and Allison were deep inside the capital’s inner forest, a wild patch of land swallowed by the city long ago. Allison was in the middle of a fight, surrounded by beasts and undead that lunged at her from every direction.

Luke watched from the top of a half-collapsed building nearby, sitting on the edge of the roof with one leg dangling. From where he sat, he could see the aftermath of her power, frozen corpses scattered across the street, each one gleaming like an ice sculpture. ...

Chapter 339: Two Monsters and a Maid

Luke returned from his short expedition to help Princess Charlie level up. Night had already fallen, and the forest around him was dark and silent. But as he pushed through the brush near his cave, torchlight flickered in the distance.

A group of soldiers waited at the entrance, led by Allison. Some faces he recognized, Miriam, Cecilia, others were new. Their armor caught the light: iron plates, some light, some heavy, all engraved with the same insignia, a dragon. He’d seen it enough...

Chapter 338: Call of Blood

Luke and Charlie stepped into the familiar cave that had become their refuge. He preferred it this way, away from the bustle of the others. It gave Charlie space to move freely without anyone questioning why she never took off her armor.

“Looks like the day’s finally here, Charlie. You’re getting your Epic Skill,” he said, sitting down on the couch.

She brightened up and sat beside Luke on the same couch he’d taken from a house in the Wild Zone. For some reason, eve...

Chapter 337: The Assassins’ Hobby

Charlie had done it, she had reached the cap of her Class at Rank F and unlocked her long-awaited Epic Skill.

“Lady Charlie, you fought very well,” Anne said softly, watching as Charlie practiced a few elegant swings with her sword. She even clapped, quietly but sincerely.

“What about me, Anne? Did I do well too?” Jack asked hopefully.

Anne turned to him and shook her head. No hesitation.

They kept walking through the forest, a truly peculiar group: Luke, Charl...

Chapter 336: The Porcelain Lady

A week had passed since the conversation with Erza Grimhart. The sun was barely rising, a pale shimmer spreading over the river as the fog crawled across the surface. The wind was sharp, cutting like a thin blade. Morning had only begun, yet the air already carried that silent tension that precedes something inevitable.

Anne rowed with quiet determination, her strokes steady but strained, eyes fixed on the distant outline of the riverbank.

“We’re… almost there… Lord Lu...

Chapter 335: Shadow of a God

Dinner with Erza Grimhart was over. Luke lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything he’d learned: Divine Orders, factions, kingdoms, nobility, and atomic bombs.

Erza’s words still echoed in his mind. “Be ruled by a god, or stand beneath one’s wings and be protected.”

While he was stuck inside this so-called tutorial, a race was unfolding across his planet. People were fighting for divinity. The atomic bomb comparison had never felt so fitting. ...

Chapter 334: The Race of Gods

The dinner had taken a strange turn. Luke had come prepared for an uncomfortable conversation, but not for this. On one hand, he was still curious about how a family of half puppet assassins actually worked. On the other, this felt like a scene out of some bizarre movie he had half watched at three in the morning.

His eyes flicked to the maid. Right. Not exactly a puppet, more like a living android.

She looked at him briefly, then lowered her gaze again.

Erza spoke ...

Chapter 333: Dinner with the Assassin

Luke stepped out of his room dressed in formal attire, looking like he was on his way to a gala rather than a dinner meeting with someone who could easily kill him.

“How did you even know my measurements?” he asked Anne as they walked down the corridor.

“A maid… always knows,” she replied softly.

They continued in silence. Luke had been waiting for this meeting with Erza Grimhart, not just to talk about the Assassin’s Garb, though that was part of it. That partic...

Chapter 332: The Assassin and the Maid

Three days had passed since Luke had been staying in Bastion. Most people in his position would have felt like prisoners, kept under polite surveillance by a political alliance between two noble houses. But Luke? He felt like he’d died and gone to paradise.

No cooking. No heating water for baths. No checking corners for assassins. No schedules, no missions, no stress. The progress of the tutorial? Not his problem. A new gang of criminals forming outside? Not his concern. Food supplies...

Chapter 331: The Assassin Doll

The double doors of the throne room closed behind them with a dry, echoing snap, like the sound of a verdict being sealed. The noise traveled across the cold stone walls, slipping along carved reliefs as if searching for a place to hide. When it finally faded, the silence that followed felt almost tangible: heavy, oppressive, the kind that thickened the air and made each breath shorter than the last.

Now, only two figures remained. Luke and Erza Grimhart, alone in a hall far too vast fo...

Chapter 330: A Toast to Betrayal

Erza Grimhart sat upon her throne, the deal all but sealed, save for one condition.

“Oh, it’s simple,” she said, amusement threading through her voice. “He stays.” She pointed.

He who?

Luke looked over his shoulder. No one stood behind him. Only one person occupied the direction of Erza’s finger.

Him.

Before Luke could speak, Allison stepped forward. “I don’t follow, Erza. What do you mean Luke stays?”

“Simple,” Erza replied. ...

Chapter 329: The Queen’s Condition

The war council stretched on in the throne room. A table had been brought in, covered with maps, sheets detailing mineral rich caverns, lists of tree types across the regions, even diagrams of cannons and siege weapons. Servants drifted in and out with trays of food, but no one paid them much attention.

Erza still hadn’t given her approval. She listened, occasionally dropping a sharp suggestion, but made no commitments. Luke’s plan to draw the three final bosses together had already...

Chapter 328: The Fang Arrow

Luke had told the whole story of how he killed the Beast Lord—leaving out certain details, of course. He’d made a point of saying up front that some things would stay hidden. But he explained enough. How he’d gotten trapped in a trial that forced him to slay the Statue Boss while pushing to level up his profession and class. How that ordeal gave him the strength he needed to face the giant serpent.

He spoke of the trap he’d prepared, sacrificing his own arm in the process. He’...

Chapter 327: Alliance or Annihilation

They entered the throne room in silence. Torches clung to the columns, their orange flames throwing erratic light and sending shadows to dance across the marble floor. Where Bartholomew had once ruled like a dark monarch, now Erza sat. Her eyes glittered with a dangerous, bright alertness. As a precaution, Luke had Charlie return to his soul. He didn’t want her near Erza, the woman was far too shrewd. Ronan had needed to be carried by Charlie to a healer when Luke went to kill Bartholomew, ...

Chapter 326: The Queen of Dawn

God, that was hard.

He never thought of himself as sociable. Being surrounded by so many people all at once, showering him with apologies and words of reconciliation, made him feel more out of place than when they hurled accusations at him. The sincerity in their eyes was almost heavier to bear than their past hostility.

What he really wanted to say was something blunt, practical, “Idiots, we’ve got a fortress to secure, get back to work.” But he knew the moment wou...

Chapter 325: Whispers of Revenge

They returned to Bastion’s main keep, but Bartholomew’s death didn’t mean the end of anything. The corridors still breathed danger, as if the old ruler’s will clung stubbornly to the stones themselves. The place could still hide ambushes, last-ditch traps, or some cruel final twist left behind to make sure the tutorial could never be completed in peace. And there was a crucial step left: securing the fortress for themselves. That meant, above all, keeping the remaining Bastion soldier...

Chapter 324: The Panther of Shadows

Luke kept the arrow taut, eyes locked on the fallen figure before him. Bartholomew, the so-called King of Bastion, lay splayed on the wet grass, breathing in short, ragged bursts. The blade had found his heart, enough to kill any ordinary man on the spot, but Bartholomew was no ordinary man. A powerful healer, he bled time from the last shreds of mana at his command, stretching each second out like a borrowed life. The fight had ended; now only the inevitability of death remained.

Luke ...

Chapter 323: The Art of Assassination

Assassination. What was it, really? The act of killing, yes, but where did the line end? Luke mulled it over as he walked through the forest toward Bastion. Assassination was the taking of a life, but along the way he had discovered something else: a strange, almost intoxicating satisfaction in the art of planning. Like chess, seeing every move before it happened, watching your opponent scramble, and savoring the moment you whispered “checkmate.” That was the thread he tugged on,...

Chapter 322: Demonic Predator vs Plague Doctor

Bartholomew had won. He’d cornered his enemies into checkmate. Ronan writhed on the ground, his body weakening as plague spread through him like roots digging into dry soil. The knight remained trapped inside the electric dome, the crown’s metal searing her with every discharge. He still had minutes of absolute control left. Enough time to watch Ronan choke out his last breath, then crush the knight and Luke without effort. The strategy was simple: paralyze, suffocate, let the plague rot ...

Chapter 321: Princess Knight vs the Plague Doctor

[Death Painting (Rank-F):] Born from a deep-rooted fear of death and an obsessive desire for control, this ability grants a fragmented glimpse of your own end. Not a literal vision, but a cryptic, symbolic painting, an abstract portrait of your final moment. Understanding it requires intuition, interpretation, and a willingness to face truths hidden in metaphor. Deciphering the work may offer a chance to rewrite fate and avoid the inevitable.

Bartholomew was being drive...

Chapter 320: Plague Doctor of Blight

Luke scanned the mechanism hall, eyes locking on Bartholomew at its center. The vast chamber of gray stone pressed in around him, the air heavy and saturated with poisonous vapor. At the heart of the room, perched on the central mechanism, loomed the monstrous brown sphere, Bartholomew’s creation born of his epic class skill. It pulsed like a heartbeat, exhaling a yellow haze that bled into the green cloud seeping from his body. Together they formed a choking miasma, an invisible field of d...

Chapter 319: Crown of Toxins

Ronan and Luke moved down the stone corridor with steady, near-silent strides. Torches set into the walls flickered in the draft seeping from unseen cracks, throwing restless shadows across their path. Behind them, Erza Grimhart had already closed the door, sealing their fate deeper inside the fortress. Every second dragged heavier than the last.

“Those maids will only keep guarding the Bastion area, but once that place is free of danger, they’ll return.” Ronan said without slowin...

Chapter 318: In the Assassin’s Hall

The maid stood motionless by the door, posture upright and discreet, part of the décor yet radiating silent threat. She didn’t need to speak; simply being there, still and watchful, made it clear she wasn’t just a servant. Charlie, Luke, Mason, Allison, Evangeline, and Ronan held a tense line before Erza. Every glance carried the same understanding: one wrong move could cost them everything. The air smelled of cold stone and iron, laced with the sweet, unsettling perfume Erza wore.

Chapter 317: Midnight Betrayal

They moved through the Safe Zone at a clipped pace, boots echoing across cracked asphalt. For Luke, coming back to this place stirred a strange sense of déjà vu, like walking through a fever dream. The same alleys, but now wrapped in tension instead of routine. At least, he thought, there wasn’t an endless swarm of creatures this time — only the Midnight Wardens stationed at key points, hulking silhouettes lurking in silence.

Roy and his five soldiers kept close. Their nerves were...

Chapter 316: Blood Dawn

The predawn air felt heavier than ever. A cold wind rolled in from the north, carrying the metallic scent of iron and smoke. Luke stood staring at the fortress, its walls reduced to dark silhouettes against a sky smothered in clouds, tension tightening in his chest.

Bartholomew had disabled the first mechanism during the night, a calculated move that lured the Midnight Wardens back to this point. The Safe Zone, once a sanctuary for families and fighters alike, now burned beneath their r...

Chapter 315: Seventy Ghosts

Ronan crouched low in the brush, muscles tight, breath measured, straining to see through the fog blanketing the forest around the fortress. Shadows from the trees stretched across the damp ground, and every snapping twig seemed louder than it had any right to be. All around him, the group stayed hidden, waiting for the moment to strike.

He still couldn’t quite believe what Luke had promised. It wasn’t just the audacity of sneaking into the fortress alone; it was the absolute convic...

Chapter 314: Scumbag Assassin

Luke strolled down the fortress corridor as if he had all the time in the world. His kukris dripped red, and he wiped them clean with a strip of cloth torn from an enemy’s shirt. He could have tossed them into his inventory and let the system clean them automatically, but today the blades felt like they deserved a little personal care.

He stopped in front of a door and knocked.

“Who is it? I already said I don’t want to be bothered at this hour!” came an irritated voice fr...

Chapter 313: Lone Assassin vs the Fortress

Luke crouched atop the fortress watchtower, his epic skill already dismissed. Wasting mana here was not an option. The soldier he had just killed was gone, tucked neatly into his storage item. Almost seventy enemies held this fortress. He had to move fast. With Shadow Camouflage active, he scanned the ground below. Eight targets in sight. He triggered Advanced Stealth and crept along the wall, low and silent. The tower sentries came first; they were the ones with access to the alarm bell.

Chapter 312: Acolyte Assassin’s Garb

Luke crouched at the edge of the ridge, spying on the fortress below. Midnight had swallowed the world whole; the moon hung alone in a sky of ink, casting pale light across the frozen earth. The air was sharper than he remembered, colder than the old nights, and the wind whispered through the trees like a blade dragging across stone.

His eyes flicked to his interface, to the item he had received when he killed Kruger.

[Acolyte Assassin’s Garb (Epic)

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Chapter 311: The God of Assassination’s Gift

The group moved in silence through the dense undergrowth of the Wild Zone. The forest stretched ahead in crooked corridors, the damp smell of earth and moss clinging to their clothes. Interwoven branches formed tunnels of shadow, and every step had to be measured to keep from betraying their position. Their destination was the second Safe Zone, but on this path, safety was a myth.

Everyone knew Bartholomew and his allies were already aware of their movements. The last ambush had left en...