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บท 9: BLACK FOREST

In the periphery of the mysterious Black Forest, Alex and his grandpa, Wishton, embarked on a mission of hunting the demonic monsters lurking in the shadows.

The ancient forest, with trees seemingly whispering, set the scene. Grandpa Wishton, an experienced monster hunter, led the way. Alex, armed with a special family sword, felt a mix of excitement and responsibility.

After returning from the Obsidian clan nine years ago, Alex spent his time honing the family sword technique and strengthening his body. Cultivation began at fifteen years old until then one should strengthen their as much as possible.

As they ventured deeper, the air became peculiar – a hint of magic surrounded them. The forest responded, creating mysterious sounds in preparation for the impending monster encounter.

With a discerning gaze, Wishton warned, "Alex, get ready. A general-level monster is heading our way and very soon it will reach us "

"Got it, Grandpa," Alex replied, tightening his grip on the sword and started vigilantly observing his surroundings.

They reached a clearing, and Wishton signaled Alex to halt. "We're close," he whispered.

Similar to the cultivation levels of humans, demonic beasts are also classified into nine tiers.

Beginning with the minion rank as the lowest, the hierarchy progresses to general rank, followed by Alpha rank, demon lord, arch demon rank, demon king, demon emperor, Abyssal overlord, and finally, the Demi God demons, known for their unmatched strength. However, for thousands of years, no demon has reached the Demi God rank.

As they ventured further, a pack of wolves emerged from the shadows, their eyes glinting with wild fierceness.

The leader of the wolf pack stood out with an imposing presence. Larger and more majestic than the others, this general wolf commanded attention with its sleek, silver-grey fur, catching the soft glow of the moon.

Its amber eyes reflected primal intelligence and an untamed spirit. As it advanced, the moonlight unveiled scars earned through battles fought in the wild – each scar narrating tales of survival and dominance, a testament to the harsh realities of untamed forest life.

"Alex, focus on the minions. I'll handle the wolf general," Wishton advised.

" Yes grandpa " said Alex.

The battle commenced with a flurry of hits and strikes. Grandpa Wishton moved with the ease of someone who had done this countless times. Alex followed suit, swinging his sword with unwavering determination.

Before taking action, Alex heard Wishton's voice, "Remember, Alex, look for the right time to strike."

"I see it, Grandpa. I'll strike when the moment is best," Alex replied and started moving towards the minion rank monsters.

As the first wolf lunged towards him, Alex's instincts kicked in. With a swift, practiced motion, he swung his black sword through the air, meeting the wolf's attack head-on. The clash echoed through the ancient forest, the resonant clash of metal against fur and fang.

A chorus of howls rose as more wolves joined the fray, circling Alex with a predatory intent. His movements became a seamless blend of agility and determination. Each swing of his sword was met with a howl, teeth bared, and claws unsheathed.

The moonlight revealed the intensity in Alex's eyes as he defended himself against the relentless onslaught. The blade danced through the air, a blackened glow illuminating the scene, creating an ethereal spectacle between him and the encroaching pack.

The once-silent forest now echoed with the sounds of the struggle. The rustle of leaves and the growls of wolves intertwined with the rhythmic swings of Alex's sword. The air crackled with the tension of a battle fought in the heart of nature's domain.

Despite the ferocious challenge, Alex stood his ground, his determination unwavering. The blade of his sword emitted an eerie black glow that illuminated the scene, casting shadows that danced with each deft movement. The wolves, cunning and relentless, continued to test his mettle.

As the final wolf succumbed to Alex's prowess, the forest sighed in hushed relief. When Alex looked back, he witnessed Grandpa Wishton piercing the head of the wolf general with a final stroke, signifying the end of the intense struggle against the formidable pack.

Catching his breath, Alex labored, the fading adrenaline revealing the harsh reality of the encounter.

Wincing with each movement, he glanced down at his body, now adorned with visible marks of the struggle. Deep scratches crisscrossed his arms, evidence of the wolves' relentless attacks.

His torn and stained clothing bore a gash on his cheek, mirroring the fierce determination etched on his face. His hands, blistered and bloodied, clutched the hilt of the sword that had been both his weapon and shield.

The realization of the battle's physical toll weighed heavily on Alex. Bruises adorned his torso, and his unsteady legs bore the strain of countless evasive maneuvers executed with precision.

Despite the pain, his eyes remained resolute, reflecting a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment. He stood among the fallen pack, a solitary figure in the moonlit clearing.

When the dust settled, Wishton patted Alex on the back. "You did great, my boy. Now I can send you to the Heavenly Star Academy without any tension."

Alex smiled upon hearing his grandfather's compliment.

Proudly, Wishton led the way as they started walking back to their estate. Tomorrow, Alex would be returning to the Obsidian clan, and from there, he would participate in the selection examination for the Heavenly Star Academy.

During their walk, Wishton advised, "Alex, you should always be careful in the academy and never let yourself become arrogant because of your strength."

"Yes, Grandpa," Alex replied promptly, eagerly anticipating the academy where he would encounter many formidable individuals.


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บท 10: MEETING WITH UNCLE ALBERT

The next day, Alex stood outside with his family, awaiting the Obsidian clan's carriage. This time, he was embarking on the journey alone, and his mother, Mary, looked at him with concern.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll come home whenever I have time," reassured Alex, meeting his mother's gaze.

Mary nodded with a hint of worry, while his father wore a confident expression. Grandpa Wishton patted Alex's head and offered some advice, "Good luck, Alex. If anyone provokes you without reason, make sure they never dare to do it again."

As they spoke, a carriage appeared on the horizon. Accompanying it was someone familiar to Alex's father, and the tall figure stepped onto the path with an air of authority.

Dressed in finely tailored robes that spoke of noble lineage, he moved with graceful deliberation, revealing his accustomed position within high society.

Grandpa Wishton observed the newcomer with a discerning gaze, acknowledging the quiet authority he exuded.

When Austin, Alex's brother, saw the person emerging from the carriage, he initially wore a shocked expression, but it quickly transformed into a happy smile.

"Brother, I didn't think you would come here," said Austin in a somewhat reserved manner.

"Well, after all, he is my nephew," replied Albert in a kind manner, though the depth of his sincerity remained uncertain.

" And looking at Alex who has trained his Thunder Refining Technique to its pinnacle, made my trip here worth it " Albert continued, appreciating Alex's achievements.

"With the resources sent by the clan, there's no way he wouldn't reach the pinnacle," added Wishton, while Mary remained silent with Alex beside her.

"But it also shows Alex's hard work, as not many reach the pinnacle of the refining technique, which is basic yet crucial for a solid foundation."

After that Albert turned towards Mary

"You should be my sister-in-law," Albert said, looking at Mary, who appeared somewhat panicked.

"Yes, brother-in-law," replied Mary in a reserved manner.

After some conversation, Albert turned his gaze to Alex. "Shall we go, my nephew?"

"Yes, Uncle Albert."

They boarded the carriage, heading towards the Obsidian clan. During the journey, Albert asked occasional questions, seemingly trying to build a connection with Alex.

Alex answered promptly, noting that, throughout the conversation, Albert never urged him to join his faction, creating a positive impression.

"Alex, after reaching the clan, you'll be meeting your grandfather for the first time," mentioned Albert.

"Yes, Uncle."

"Even though your grandfather looks strict, he still loves his family and misses Austin very much," shared Albert, having been born before his father became the patriarch and possessing insights beyond Austin's knowledge.

"Mmmm," nodded Alex perfunctorily, the true depth of the family dynamics awaiting discovery.

"I don't know how much Austin shared with you about the illustrious Heavenly Star Academy, so allow me to recount my experiences as one of the few graduates from the previous generation," Albert began to lighten the mood, his voice carrying the weight of nostalgia.

When Alex heard about the academy, he showed enthusiasm since his father hadn't joined, and he wasn't familiar with it.

" To join the academy, everyone must successfully pass atleast one of three tests conducted by the academy " explained Albert, laying the foundation for the aspiring Alex.

"The first test necessitates possessing talent surpassing the human rank, all while being under the age of twenty-five."

"The second test demands reaching the pinnacle of body refinement within your chosen basic technique before the age of eighteen."

"The third and perhaps most mysterious test involves ascending more than a hundred steps of the enigmatic Heavenly Ladder. The end of this celestial staircase remains an enigma, as no soul has yet reached its conclusion."

Alex listened intently, absorbing the intricacies of the academy's admission process. Questions arose in his mind, and Albert, in his role as a mentor, responded patiently to each of his inquiry.

"Upon achieving success in one of these tests, individuals commence their journey as handyman disciples.

Those who conquer two tests are bestowed with the status of outer disciples.

Yet, for those extraordinary few who triumph in all three, the honor of becoming an outer disciple is coupled with a unique opportunity — the chance to select a cultivation technique or battle skill of their choice."

"As for the finer details, my dear Alex, you will discover them within the hallowed halls of the academy itself. However, always bear in mind that the Heavenly Star Academy offers an unparalleled opportunity to enhance one's strength swiftly. Do not squander this golden chance," Albert advised, his words echoing with wisdom.

"Yes, Uncle Albert," Alex responded respectfully, discerning the earnestness in Albert's voice.

After a journey that spanned half a day, the duo finally arrived at the Obsidian Clan.

As they stepped out of the carriage, Albert turned to address Alex.

"Alright, Alex, you may proceed. Butler Alfred will be your guide to the patriarch's room," Albert declared and went on his way.

"Shall we proceed, young master?" inquired Butler Alfred, his refined demeanor echoing years of dedicated service. Alex responded with a subtle nod, curiosity gleaming in his eye.

They soon made their way towards the clan's tallest building, constructed from heavenly thunder, a rare mineral used to craft Supreme rank artifacts. The entire structure itself qualified as an Emperor artifact, a pivotal reason behind the Obsidian clan's enduring power in the world.

In this world, artifacts are categorized as Mortal rank which is the lowest, Spiritual, Innate, King, Supreme, Emperor, Demi-God, and God ranks, each further divided into three levels.

The same hierarchy applies to alchemy and formations. Alex's father, Austin, is a Innate-level weapon refiner and made a Innate rank sword for Alex for which he worked hard for three years using the black gold mineral which can be found in the inner areas of the black forest.

As Alex was looking at the sword, they soon ascended to the summit of the towering structure. As Alex stepped into the room, he encountered a middle-aged man deeply engrossed in his work.

"May I come in, Grandpa?" Alex inquired, surprising Butler Alfred, who had anticipated a more formal address. Alfred was about to offer a correction, but his words halted as the patriarch responded.

"Yes, you can come in." The patriarch's acceptance echoed in the room, setting a tone of familiarity and warmth.


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