章節 3: Sleepless Night (2)
🌟 =Honour Card =🌟
Name: Cyrus Atticus Sinclair
Age: 18
Titles: Silent Death, The Mad Wizard, Lone Adventurer, Orphaned Child
Rank: Archmage
Nationality: Vortex
Honor Score: 9,99,999
Attributes:
- 💪 Strength: C
(Capable in physical combat, though not exceptionally strong)
- 💨 Stamina: S
(Endurance and resilience are top-notch)
- 🧠 Intelligence: S
(Highly intelligent, excels in strategic thinking and problem-solving)
- 💖 Charm: SSS+
(Charismatic and persuasive, able to win over even the most skeptical)
- ✨ Magic: Catastrophic class Mage
(Note: Skills and attributes are categorized into levels starting from F, E, D, C, B, A, S, SS, SSS+, and finally, Catastrophic class.)
Elemental Affinities:
- 💀 Death
(Mastery over the forces of death, able to manipulate and control them; Downside: Irritation towards all living forms, feeling of wanting to kill all living beings)
- 📚 Memories
(Possesses a deep understanding of memory manipulation and retention)
- 🔥 Dark Fire
(Wields powerful dark flames, capable of burning through even the strongest defenses)
- 🌀 Undisclosed
(Unknown affinity yet to be revealed)
- 🌀 Undisclosed
(Another hidden affinity waiting to be unlocked)
(Note: There are 52 known elements in the world, categorized into ranks such as, Knight, Lord, Emperor, Legend, Heroic, Myth, and Heaven.)
Mana: Expert Level
(Master of mana manipulation, able to channel vast amounts of magical energy)
Current Mission:
- ➡️ Mission: Clear the Black Portal in Nodara City.
(An urgent task to close a dangerous dimensional rift and prevent monsters from escaping the dungeon.)
- 🚧 Difficulty: A-level
(Highly challenging, requires skill and determination to overcome)
- 🔄 Progress: 30%
(Making steady progress, but the mission is far from complete)
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"Honour Card" serves as a standard documentation system used for wizards, mages, and adventurers alike.
It acts as a comprehensive profile that encapsulates essential information about an individual's background, abilities, and current endeavors.
Each registered mage would likely have their own unique "Honour Card," tailored to their specific attributes, achievements, and missions.
It's a way for them to showcase their prowess and keep track of their progress in their magical journey.
It began in late 1555 SD by the Phoenix Guild and then spread widely across the Verdial Continent.
However, the real purpose of this system has always been to keep magicians in check and know possibly everything about them beforehand, as magicians are strong individuals the Empire can't expect them all to be good and of helping nature.
That being said, the Honour Card is not absolute, at least not in the case of Cyrus. Other than his three disclosed and two undisclosed elements, there is one that even the Affinity Pillar wasn't able to find out, and that is - Hypnosis.
'If only I had one more honor point, I wouldn't have accepted this mission... damn, should I just kill them all?'
'No, I need a clean record if I want to join the hero party... but if no one finds out...'
'Come on, Cyrus, get a grip. They're just trying to help... even if they did disturb my sleep.'
Shutting the Honor Card with a sigh, Cyrus's mind starts running wild with dangerous thoughts. He plops his face into the soft pillow, his tired green eyes revealing the ongoing struggle to suppress his killing intent.
His sole purpose for coming here is to boost his honor score to 1,000,000, a crucial requirement for the upcoming championship competition in two months.
Winning the championship is his ultimate goal, as one must attain the status of archmage with an honor score exceeding 1,000,000 to qualify.
Failure to win the competition would mean missing out on the opportunity to join the hero party created to slay the Evil God.
And that's not all, what truly entices him is the Emperor's announcement that the winner of the Grand Mage competition will be granted the title of Count in the Empire.
That's what he is really after - becoming a noble himself, as no matter how strong a guildmaster's position is, they don't have rights to own lands in the Empire.
Thud!
Soon, the night breeze swept in, closing the guestroom window and sealing off the room from the chilly air outside.
And...
Finally, Cyrus drifted off to sleep, feeling the comforting warmth of the cozy night air within the room.
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It's already past 1:30 AM in Nodara City, and the residents of the Baron's residence have all retired for the night. Even the servants have nodded off after a long day's work, leaving only those with night shifts still awake.
Suddenly, a sound of something breaking shatters the quiet.
Creak!!
Creak!!
"DIE, YOU GODDAMN BITCH! DO YOU EXPECT ME TO LOVE YOU?"
"I-I'm s-sorry I'm committed a ... I'm sorry, m-my l-lord..."
Back In The Guestroom...
Hearing the unwanted noise, Cyrus's eyes snap open with anger.
He quickly puts on his robe and exclaims,
"That's it! I've had enough of your bullshit... Let me show you why you should behave well in front of an archmage."
Dark flames envelop his body as his eyes take on a cruel gleam. With a swift kick, he breaks the door alongside the lock and heads towards the source of the disturbance.
"What kind of noble is he... Even with a guest in his residence, he's still fighting. Is he disrespecting me? That must be the case.... Let's kill him,"
Cyrus mutters, growing angrier with each passing thought.
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Slap!
"Don't you ever try to take her place! You're not my wife... remember that! And keep your filthy hands off her clothes!"
"But she was also my sister... I had nothing else to wear, so-"
Slap!
Boom!
"How dare you argue with me! You killed her, you worthless slut! Go whore yourself out to some other man!"
The voices escalate, filling the air with tension as Cyrus reaches the second floor of the residence.
In this floor Everything appears empty, but soon he spots the baron emerging from a room.
His hands are stained with blood, his hair is disheveled, and his eyes are wild with rage.
Cyrus prepares to intervene, but the cry of a child stops him in his tracks.
He watches as the baron storms out of the villa through the main entrance.
Meanwhile, driven by curiosity, Cyrus cautiously approaches the room, using mana to conceal his presence as he peeks through the slightly ajar gate.
Inside...
it's a bedroom of the Medieval era, adorned with luxurious furnishings typical of nobility.
However, what immediately draws Cyrus's attention is the scene of chaos: a broken jar, shattered glass, and a whip soaked in blood scattered across the floor.
Looking at the bed, he finds a woman sitting in front of a side mirror, half-naked, completely helpless, and struggling to maintain her balance as she is in deep pain both emotional and physical.
"Don't... worry, baby... for you and for my sister, I... I will... have to endure it,"
She manages to say between sobs, her voice faltering as she gently holds the baby close, trying to soothe him. Even though Tears flow down her cheeks, her eyes red and swollen.
"Don't... cry... soon... mommy will... will win your dad's heart one day... and then we will be a happy family... he's not a bad person, my sister said that...and I'm sorry ...I didn't kill her."
*Sobs* *sniffs*
Cyrus cannot help but admire the woman in the mirror. As he sees her angelic figure, she is certainly the most beautiful woman he has laid his eyes on since leaving the imperial capital.
Currently, her breasts, which are quite large, are exposed as her child breastfeeds from her pink nipples, droplets of sweat adorning her milky curves.
But one thing he fails to notice is that the milk isn't coming from them, as she isn't the biological mother of the child..
Not only that, he finds himself utterly drawn towards her silver hair and blue eyes, like a calm lake on a summer day.
Those eyes?
They're the kindest he's ever seen in this life. They hold concern, deep affection, and a sense of sacrifice that touches something deep within him.
As the woman sits partially naked on the bed before him, Cyrus, being a man, can't help but feel a stirring in his loins.
His body reacts involuntarily, his dick responding with an erection to its full potential, pushing his robe away and standing tall.
But alongside the physical arousal, he feels a sense of guilt, as if he has committed a crime.
The woman continues to tend to her wounds caused by her abusive husband, applying healing potions so she can maintain the facade of a loving wife in front of everyone come morning.
As Cyrus witnesses her suffering, his anger towards the baron intensifies. Despite not knowing her name, the sight of her pain fuels his resolve to make the baron pay for his cruelty.
'Why am I feeling anger? Damn, is she a witch? That must not be the case....I don't sense any mana from her'
He thinks....And why wouldn't he?
It's the first time in a long time he feels pity for someone, isn't it weird?
Most importantly, even since awakening the element of death, Cyrus has always harbored thoughts about killing others, regardless of how they treated him.
But now, looking into her blue eyes, he finds himself devoid of any desire to harm her, to kill her.
Instead, he feels a strong urge to protect this woman, to alleviate her pain, and to bring her happiness.
And for some unknown reason, he finds himself relishing this feeling.
This feeling?
As if something is restoring his humanity once again, like his second reincarnation where he valued life.
Soon, he looks away and starts walking towards the guest room on the first floor. The dark flames enveloping him have subsided completely.
His expression is constantly changing from happiness to anger, and to curiosity, then once again to anger.
Sometimes he is smiling, then the next second his face is turning cold, but there is one unchangeable thought persisting, relentlessly ringing in his mind,
"She can only be mine... I want her."
And for that, Robert has to die.
The night looms ahead, and it's certain he won't be getting any sleep tonight.
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