Chapter 224: Act 158 – The War of the Elementalist (Part 1) (Third Update, Seeking Support)
In the laws of all things—
From two to six in the afternoon, the Mataratanians referred to this time as the ‘Dark Slumber,’ symbolizing the sleep of the earth and the world; however, the elementalist called it the ‘Rest Phase,’ which is the last phase of a day for an elementalist, during which the elementalists can randomly shuffle their cards back into the deck, calculating their magic power to rearrange their tactics—
—“The Elementalist Code”
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“Flour.” Brendel’s gaze landed on the Wild Elf sisters—
“Lord, is there something you need?” Sister Flour was momentarily taken aback, then looked at her lord with vigilance, her emerald green eyes reflecting a lukewarm and untrusting expression.
“Let your elemental pool resonate.”
“What?”
“Activate elemental resonance.” Brendel repeated seriously.
“My lord, you…”
This caused both the Wild Elf sisters and Rothko, who was hiding in the shadows, to pause in confusion. In fact, activating elemental resonance was not a big deal; on the contrary, every elven teacher would deliberately allow their elemental pool to resonate when training the next generation of elementals so that apprentices could personally experience the so-called harmony between the elements. Only by doing so could one deepen the new elementalist’s sense of identity with the six elements.
But apart from that, elemental resonance had no other function.
So what was he trying to do?
Flour, Diya, and Rothko all froze, their only thought being: Brendel wanted to become an elementalist on the spot. But this was undoubtedly a far-fetched notion; becoming an elementalist was not merely about obtaining the recognition of the six elements. In fact, being an elementalist, like being a wizard, is a systematic and complex discipline. Without long-term research, a layman could never hope to enter through shortcuts, no matter what methods they relied on.
Thinking of this, the elder sister of the Wild Elf sisters couldn’t help but look at Brendel with a troubled expression. The younger sister was even more direct, outright asking in frustration, “My Lord, your idea seems a bit unrealistic!”
“Diya—”
The elder sister ground her teeth.
But Brendel had no time to explain further; he looked at Cabais, who was on guard not far away, and answered calmly, “Trust me, Flour.”
Flour nodded hesitantly, closed her eyes, and silently allowed her elemental pool to boil. Although elemental resonance had little effect on herself, it would cause the elements stored in the elemental pool to evaporate, especially on the battlefield, where most people would rarely choose to do so. But since it was a command from the lord, she had no choice.
At the same time—
Brendel saw a line of emerald green text appear before his eyes:
“Detected mentor system, would you like to take a part-time job?”
“Please wait.”
Brendel replied mentally as he opened his experience system:
XP: 64420 (Commoner Level 1: —, Militia Level 6, 0/200, Mercenary Level 26, 475/55537)
From the perfect plot rewards, he had saved up 54989 experience points initially meant for the fate talent quest. After several battles over the past day, this number had now turned into 64420. However, the young man hesitated when he saw this number, as he understood that if he moved even the slightest, it would disrupt his original arrangement—at least the experience accumulated for the secondary talent quest would be lost, and he wouldn’t know how long it would take to re-gather it—after all, perfect plot rewards are inherently unpredictable.
But he had no choice; he had already prepared for this.
Brendel opened the experience lock system—
The emerald green text in front of him changed: “Please allocate experience.”
“Raise Scholar Level to 15.”
“Scholar Level increased to 15, the first free part-time position unlocked.”
“Part-time Elementalist.”
“Would you like to use the free part-time slot?”
“Yes—”
At the moment Brendel nodded, Flour, the elder sister of the Wild Elf sisters, suddenly opened her eyes. Her wide emerald green eyes resembled a magnificent emerald, filled with disbelief as she stared at Brendel. The younger sister Diya even exaggeratedly covered her mouth, looking at Brendel as if she were gazing at a monster. Meanwhile, the young undead wizard hiding in the shadows couldn’t help but cough loudly, almost slipping and falling out of the alley.
“What’s wrong? Rothko, you bastard—what’s going on?” Cabais finally realized that something was amiss and couldn’t help but shout loudly. However, he was neither a wizard nor an elementalist and could not sense the restlessness of the six elements swirling in the air beneath the night sky; it was as if they were lingering, filled with a mixture of anxiety and the jubilant joy of celebration, swirling around Brendel’s body, cheering for the birth of a new elementalist in the land of Vaunte.
The elementalist, an executor of elemental rules.
The four elemental kings’ most unassailable allies—
Yet, just as Brendel saw a series of emerald green text transforming in his vision:
“Elemental Contract established.”
“Elemental resonance frequency adjustment completed.”
“Casting profession potential attribute ‘Bloodline’ manifested.”
“Part-time successful.”
When all the text faded away, Brendel felt as if he had been pulled back into reality, with only the varied expressions of the Wild Elf sisters remaining before him. Flour opened her mouth, looking at Brendel with a remarkably complex expression, as if, after struggling mightily, she finally managed to say, “Congratulations, my lord…”
“Welcome to the world of elementals.”
“This is truly unbelievable, my lord!” The younger sister Diya looked at Brendel with eyes sparkling as if she had discovered a new continent, filled with curiosity and blind admiration.
“Wait!” Husher interrupted their conversation: “Are you saying…” He turned back around, looking at Brendel with immense strangeness.
But Flour merely nodded.
A silence fell—
“This is impossible!” Cabais finally couldn’t suppress his voice, breaking the quiet. He even took a step forward, and with too much force, he crushed a stone slab underfoot with a loud “bang”: “Rothko, do you know what kind of joke you’re making? No one can feel elemental resonance and immediately become an elementalist, unless it’s the reincarnation of the Elemental Emperor Tumen!”
“But my lord, I’m not joking! This is just…” Rothko couldn’t help but pat his forehead weakly; he couldn’t believe what was happening without seeing it with his own eyes.
At this point, they suddenly stopped, staring at the young man in silence. The tall skeletal lord, Cabais, finally squeezed out a retort after some time: “Perhaps this is indeed hard to believe, but young human, what’s the point of doing this? Do you think I would be scared and let you pass as a result? A newly minted elementalist, what difference does it really make?”
He said so, but his tone already carried a hint of uncertainty. Because who knew what other strange things this living young man might come up with?
But Brendel only glanced at him.
He lowered his eyelids, silently checking his data: After taking on the part-time elementalist position, his total elemental pool had increased by two slots, while the fire elemental pool had increased by three. The light and dark elemental pools had also opened, each with a capacity of two slots. This was not outside Brendel’s expectations; indeed, it was lower than the player’s bonus, but it didn’t matter, it was just the first step.
Because for this night.
The show was just beginning—
Brendel opened the experience lock again, paused for a moment, then directed the allocation toward the newly obtained elementalist class:
“Elementalist Level 1, requires 6 experience.”
“Agree to allocation.”
“Elementalist Level 2, requires 10 experience.”
“Agree to allocation.”
……
“Elementalist Level 10, allocating 610 experience.”
Flour’s face suddenly changed, “This… how can this be possible?” She stared at Brendel, almost blurting it out. But if she had merely been in disbelief before, at this moment, the Wild Elf girl genuinely felt like she was dreaming. The rapidly increasing density of elements around Brendel was like a myth, weaving this extraordinary dream; she had never seen or imagined an elementalist could increase their power so quickly. No, this was beyond mere speed.
This was like riding a rocket!
Unless one was a chosen one of the gods, no one could rise to such heights so rapidly. Yet, the gods had long disappeared from the earth! Oh, Martha above, the girl couldn’t help but moan in her heart, what on earth is going on?
But Brendel seemed completely unconcerned about the feelings of those around him, as his levels continued to rise step by step:
“Elementalist Level 17, requires 4620 experience.”
“Elementalist Level 18, requires 6333 experience.”
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“Elementalist Level 22, requires 12870 experience.”
When he reached Level 22, Brendel’s thoughts finally came to a halt. He glanced at the remaining experience pool of over three hundred points, gently sighing. Unfortunately, the primary attributes for an elementalist as a casting profession were will, bloodline, and perception; otherwise, with Level 22 and his original character level, the original primary attributes of strength, agility, and constitution might have directly impacted the elemental wall, advancing him into the awakened elemental stage.
Of course, since he chose to take this step, he had no regrets. Moreover, he had not come away empty-handed. He glanced at his elemental pools—
Fire elemental pool thirty-seven slots, other elemental pools thirty-two slots, light and dark elemental pools twenty-four slots.
Brendel raised his head, looking at Cabais.
“Black Iron Peak…” The tall undead lord almost ground his teeth stating that phrase: “Is that it?”
“That’s it.”
Upon hearing this response.
Cabais finally let out a long breath. It was so close that he almost worried this young man would breakthrough the elemental wall right before him. Although that seemed utterly impossible, when even more impossible things had already occurred, there was nothing left that couldn’t be possible in this world. What’s more, at this moment, Cabais saw this young man as someone who could turn the impossible into the possible.
Thank goodness, this world was still real. For a moment, the undead general couldn’t help but shed tears of gratitude.
But Brendel looked at him and spoke, “Do you remember what I said before?”
“What?”
“I previously mentioned that if you want to return to the Hill of the Dead and manage your territory, I would give you one last opportunity.”
Cabais froze.
He instinctively turned back, only to see Rothko trying to escape: “Rothko, you bastard, what are you doing!?” Cabais couldn’t help but roar, but when he turned back again, he found the human who had been confronting him taking his hand into his pocket, then he pulled out a book.
A book with a black cover.
“But unfortunately, you’ve missed your chance,” Brendel said, “Cabais.”
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(PS. Third update delivered.)
