Christopher Martin
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Valaryth was a world of splendor, both on the surface and beneath the sea. Having grown up near the ocean, Priam admired this force more than he feared it. Sure, the unknown could be terrifying, but it never discouraged him. Once underwater, a new world opened up to him. Priam felt fortunate that the marine topography was in their favor. The seabed never descended beyond fifty meters, and with his enhanced vision and Instead of worrying about monsters from the deep, the two rivals enjoyed the…
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As Priam stepped out of Esmée's chamber, he paused before the Auction altar. The fulcrum of Sumstreh was still up for sale, but none of the aether puzzle propositions Ymir had received appealed to Priam. Enhancing his aether proficiency was crucial, and he sought an exceptional item for himself and his family. That didn't mean nothing caught his eye. His add-on had flagged two cores from the list of new items. The second was too expensive for now, but the first boasted a Legendary resistance that…
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Priam pulled aside the pavilion curtain and stepped inside. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of a dozen tables scattered around the Auction Altar. Each display case held no more than two or three items, all under glass domes. Compared to the overflowing market Ymir had shown during Priam’s first visit, things had certainly changed. “Lord Azura, it’s always a pleasure to welcome you to my humble establishment.” Priam smiled at the sound of Ymir's melodious voice as he approached with his graceful…
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The Dragon's Way helped Priam's cells and soul absorb the draconic essence flowing through his veins. As his body and soul transformed, the experience made Priam reflect on the different paths that could lead to Tier 10. Cultivating the Three Heart Supremacies elevated the self by increasing attributes and aligning the body, mind, and soul closer to the Zenith. Micro, Domain, and Mastery—each method was different, yet Priam knew they were pure and complementary. A more dangerous but vast path was that…
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“I sense no recognition from the System,” Bertomne declared, crossing his arms. “You don’t expect me to obey someone who hasn’t passed any Tribulation, do you?” In response to Bertomne’s provocation, Priam saw red and his draconic heart pounded with a terrible force. The pulse fused with his charisma and Conquest Aura, crashing over the assembly like a tidal wave. The physical impact slapped the insolent artisan, while the anger it contained paralyzed him. A Dragon did not tolerate…
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The ritual proceeded without a hitch. Inside a room within Log-a-Rhythm, Priam stood face-to-face with Myuri, holding her hands. Beside them, Rose waited patiently. The young man required her presence to reassure the former slave. Even though Myuri knew Priam was different from the Empyreans, he was still a man and preferred not to rush the young woman. Activating his Primogenitor Title, he was momentarily embarrassed to see Myuri's naked body in his mind's eye. The sight of her scars quickly ignited more…
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As the first draconic creature closed within twenty meters, Priam sidestepped and placed Promesse in its path. The beast's speed was nearly supersonic, too fast to alter its course and avoid the weapon. A grin spread across Priam's face as he felt his pathways withstand the shock effortlessly. Promesse absorbed the beast's momentum and bit cruelly into its scales, tearing through its neck muscles. With its trachea damaged, the winged crocodile-like creature collapsed, convulsing on the ground. Before…
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Priam started running before he realized Esmée was struggling to keep up. The young woman wasn’t slow, but the attribute difference was massive. He slowed his pace and signaled to Jasmine, who was watching them from the cliff top, to follow. His subordinate jumped, and Priam's eyes widened momentarily before he remembered she wouldn't die from a fall that high. The sand gave way to a carpet of leaves, different from those in Elysium. The climate and the trees reminded him of the Caribbean. Priam guided…
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The ground trembled slightly, but even this minor quake was enough to alert Priam. Placing a hand on the trunk of his tree, he closed his eyes and connected with it. Instantly, he felt the roots burrow into the earth beneath the trunk, reaching for the bedrock that formed the foundation of the floating island where the System had placed the rivals. From the chasm in the rabhorns' territory, the rock layer was likely hundreds of meters deep. It was highly durable; even Priam’s Breath left no mark during…
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The length of a massless projectile didn’t affect its accuracy or aerodynamics; that was one of Priam’s conclusions. Another was that creating spears solely from the Pyro Concept was foolish. Gas lacked a fixed form, making the spear's structure dependent on his willpower. It was a waste of resources when a solid could naturally retain its rigidity. His previous research had culminated in the creation of four forms—teardrop, shell, bullet, and kinetic energy penetrator—that he infused with his…
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