Mary Davis
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So far, he hadn't experienced any harmful effects. Aside from the unhindered flow of spirit energy, the only thing that had changed so far was the spirit core's color, which previously glowed white but now dark gray. And because of that, based on his previous estimation, he would need two months to increase the spirit force from 40 to 50, however this time, he only needed one month. That one month had passed and the notification he had been expecting to appear did indeed arrive. His palm glowed and showed…
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Now that a chance to turn things around had presented itself to him, he needed to grab it. Again, there was nothing that he could lose other than his unfortunate life. Emery silently turned from the black dragon and headed back to the spot he had been cultivating on. He sat in a cross-legged position, ordered the symbol on his palm to bring up the darkness manual he had bought from Golden City's Magus Guild. Emery's surroundings, including himself, became nothingness. He couldn't perceive…
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Based on his deductions, the acolyte rankings increase seemed to follow a rule. And that was whenever his spirit force increased by ten, his rank would get upgraded. Despite all the progress he had made so far, however, the black dragon's nasty comments started coming once again. Killgragah said, "Aghh, I can't stand it anymore. You are regressing instead of moving forward! This is worse than I thought." Emery couldn't understand what this chained dragon was talking…
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Now that his focus had been broken, Emery realized it had been quite a while since he had checked his status. So, he decided to examine the symbol on his hand and just as Killgragah had mentioned, some functionalities in the palm-symbol worked since it was connected to his lifeforce. He selected his personal information and the following showed: Looking through his updated general information, Emery slightly smiled at the results of his most recent…
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"Are you being serious? Five to ten years? Are you expecting me to stay here for 10 years?" questioned Emery with a furrowed brow. "Kid, I am not expecting anything from you. What I am saying is, that is the way," retorted the black dragon. Emery gave it a thought. He tried to recall his experiences back in the hut that somewhat jumped start his understanding of the elements. He would cultivate in the morning and evening, and when he practiced his and increased his knowledge with some tasks like…
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"Sigh… You truly are hopeless, kid," said the voice in a low tone. "Why? Why is it that when you say something, it's always about mocking me. Can't you see I've tried my best?" said Emery, indignant. "Why don't you reflect on your actions, kid? Look and ask yourself, how many times have you gotten out in such a crucial moment only to be saved by pure luck? You won't survive this time," replied the voice. "Haha, but at least this time, I've won!" Emery's laugh got cut short before he curled in…
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The symbol on his glowed as it issued a notification in his mind. Emery tapped into the bloodline of his ancestors and began his transformation. He didn't care whatever information the symbol showed him in his rage-filled mind. All he cared about at the moment was that he had a surge of energy and was able to move his body free from the influence of the paralysis poison. His strength and speed had doubled and with the natural strength of his transformation, so that when he jumped toward the…
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Here Emery lay on the table staring at the rounded ceiling composed of straw and wood. It was just like when the first time he had awoken in Granny's hut. There was the strong scent of medicinal herbs but there was also a foul stench, which probably came from the corpses outside. Still, this moment was unlike his first experience, that time had a warm atmosphere but now it had a cold, dark and a deathly aura permeating the surrounding. It was the total opposite, his distant memory was, compared to his…
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His eyes widened at the revelation. Although he had no idea what the nervous system was, the following words were more than enough to know what would happen to him the moment he drank this potion. Then it clicked in Emery's head. Why would the illness that Lanzo had told him would appear here and from the sound of it, not only once but had happened multiple times as he traveled with her? There was only one answer. So, without delay, he smashed his potion on the floor and slapped the potions out of Lanzo…
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"Wha-what's happening? Where's everyone?" exclaimed Lanzo, putting the wagon to a stop. He jumped out and hurriedly headed toward the nearest hut. "Jacob!" Emery called out as he also got out of the second wagon and went after the old man. Lanzo followed suit, although a bit limping behind, but the two youngsters had drawn their swords, in case of any danger that might head their way. "Hey! Is anyone there!" Jacob's muffled shouting exited the hut but only the eerie silence replied in return. Emery…
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