「Side Quest—Name」
——Quest Completion——>>
[Reward: Status]
——Assimilated——>>>
-「Armon L Bright」-
[Title: The Lost King]
[Traits: Benevolent, Pride]
[Rank: A]—<Suppressed>
[Core: Grade 2]—<Damaged>
[Body: Semi-grade 1]—<Half-damaged>, <Poisoned>
[Exp: 0%——69%——100%]
● Talent-
• Weapon Mastery |♧♧♧|
● [Insignia] - Devourer
● [Innate] - Blessing Of Light
● Skills:
—「Swordsmanship」- Elementary |◇◇|
— 「Archery」- Beginner |◇◇◇|
— 「Spearmanship」- Elementary |◇◇|
● Full Recovery—[3/3]「Can completely heal the body, core, and access memories of the body」
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I stared at the panel, a sense of awe taking hold.
But it wasn't over yet.
[Reward: Basic understanding of stats]
Before I could even react, a piercing sensation shot through my mind.
"Urgh…"
A groan escaped me as a searing pain twisted through my brain.
It felt like a knife stabbing deep into my brain.
Memories poured in, filling my mind with information.
Ranks, core details, skill levels—all the things about stats.
Like a flood, each piece etched itself into my mind.
Seven ranks, from F to S.
King Armon's strength was Rank A.
"Huuu…"
I took a deep breath, pushing the pain aside.
Then, my gaze shifted back to the knights shackled around me.
"And that concludes all the knights present, Your Majesty."
At that moment, Tim Sherwood, the captain, finished his introductions.
I hadn't caught everything, but I remembered enough.
"My loyal knight, Tim… do you have the strength to break these chains?"
I could recover using [Full Recovery] and forcefully free myself, but I wanted to see if anyone else could manage it.
"You must be joking, Your Majesty. If we could, we wouldn't have allowed our comrades to be slaughtered before our eyes."
There was a spark of anger in Tim's gaze as he spoke.
"Then, let your king do it."
-[Full Recovery]-
I declared, activating [Full Recovery].
Another flood of memories crashed through me.
This time, it was long—years of memories flashing by like scenes from a film.
I felt the memories but not the emotions.
No danger of losing myself in Armon's mind.
And with them, the skill experiences and fighting instincts came, vivid and powerful.
Decades seemed to pass, yet only a moment had gone by.
-Clang! Clang!
The chains shattered, echoing through the room.
The knights' eyes widened, mouths agape.
They stared, awe-stricken.
Just a moment ago, their king had been heavily wounded, yet now…
No trace of injury remained, no potion or healing power was used.
But even then, their king, their majesty was healed, devoid of any injuries or anything.
The chains, which even a C-rank couldn't break, lay shattered on the floor.
My rank wasn't suppressed, my core wasn't damaged, and finally, I've recovered.
"Such feeble chains…" My voice rang cold and commanding. "To think they held me for this long."
The chains had been like paper.
No resistance, no strain.
"Sigh… Pathetic."
The word echoed in the chamber, my voice cutting through the silence.
I sneered, looking down at the broken shackles.
Did they truly believe such chains could bind me, the strongest in Everbright Kingdom?
Turning my attention away from the chains, I glanced at the stat panel while rising from the ground.
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-「Armon L. Bright」-
[Rank: A]
[Core: Grade 2]
[Body: Semi-grade 1]
● Full Recovery—[2/3]
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No longer suppressed, no longer damaged or poisoned.
Two uses of Full Recovery left.
My gaze returned to the knights, who stared at me in awe, reverence filling their eyes.
They looked ready to worship.
"Now that my body has healed, it's time to reclaim my throne."
My voice was cold, filled with the promise of vengeance.
One by one, I cut their chains, starting with the capital of knights, Tim.
Soon, all were freed.
"Your Majesty, your grace and power know no bounds!"
Tim, along with the others, knelt the moment they were free, voices filled with devotion.
"Your Majesty, we must cleanse this kingdom of traitors!"
"Yes, Your Majesty, rid us of those parasites!"
"They dared to betray you, our true king. We stand ready to fight."
Tim's voice rang out, followed by the others'.
I raised a hand, silencing them.
"There's no need to rush. Those who dared to challenge me… I will personally see them crushed."
The knights held their breaths, anticipation in their gazes.
"But first, you must regain your strength. I will need all of you at your best."
I studied their faces, each weary from countless battles.
From Armon's memories, I knew my traitorous brother's strength matched my own.
I would need every advantage.
"My king—" Tim began, but I gestured for silence.
"Focus on yourselves first. Only at your peak can you serve me in this."
A ripple of mana filled the room as they nodded, sitting cross-legged to begin their recovery.
As they meditated, I reviewed Armon's memories, sorting through the fragments I'd gained.
With Full Recovery, I was already at full strength.
But I had no intention of fighting them so soon.
First, I along with all these knights must escape from this 'Eternal Prison'.
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