Chapter 23
{ Nobu Village }
Far from Titan Village.
A remote village hidden between the trees of the Forest of Horrors.
Nobu Village.
The village had an organized design with many houses and a narrow defensive wall… not tall enough, only 4 meters, with a group of towers standing 5 or five and a half meters high.
You could see all ages in the village.
From children to youths to middle-aged adults to elders, men and women.
A well-organized training ground, many patrols, a blacksmithing site, and a medical hall…
It was a complete village.
But an air of gloom hung over it.
A woman in her forties stood on the village wall, with a man behind her who seemed to be in his sixties or older.
Both had clear features, but the same aura of sadness.
“Village Chief, these are the latest statistics. Our current forces have reached 150… among them, 23 are at the first level. As for the villagers, we have reached 108, making the total population of the village—”
“Stop all that, I don’t care…” the village chief said miserably. “Our current forces… can’t they fight those damned Orcs and give us freedom?”
“My lady,” the old man sighed, “I know you are angry and grieving, especially after they took your husband—(the previous village lord)—but let us not speak emotionally here. Even though the Orcs’ numbers aren’t large, they are extremely strong… and we can’t forget the pack of savage wolves they command, and most importantly, their leader who is at the second level… this strength is not something we can face. Rebelling would mean everyone’s annihilation.”
The woman clenched her hand until blood spilled, and said with anger hiding deep sorrow and weakness, “The soldiers… why aren’t they advancing faster?”
“Because of the training skill, and at the same time their grade/talents… but the most important factor is the training skill…” the old man sighed. “We have already divided the day… the soldiers sleep 8 hours, train in combat for 8 hours, and train in energy for another 8 hours…”
“Why don’t we combine the two into one and save that extra time for training?” the woman screamed, tears forming in her eyes.
She would never forget the scene when the Orcs took her husband… how she watched before her eyes as he was dragged across the ground, torn and soaked in blood… panting and crying like dogs…
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That scene… that pain… that humiliation…
How could she ever forget it? “My lady, many have thought of this—creating a training skill that combines both energy training and weapon training at the same time… but the execution is extremely difficult. We don’t even have a researcher to begin with… and even if we did, it would never succeed. We would need at least an Epic-level researcher, or even a legendary one, to be able to create such a brilliant skill… or let us forget the idea. We are doing everything we can. My advice to you, my lady, is not to let anger blind you… think of all your people… these villagers entrusted you with their lives, not with their deaths.”
His words were true… the problem was simply… she could not accept this humiliation… this painful reality… the scene of her late husband—(she truly did not know whether he was alive or dead)—she would never forget it.
To escape this, she needed to obtain strength.
Capable and powerful soldiers.
But the problem was: the training speed was far too slow.
The soldiers needed to train with weapons and martial arts… and at the same time, sleep… and perhaps explore, fight, patrol, and so on… and finally, energy training—what was known as cultivation. But during cultivation, the cultivator must not do anything else… no talking, no eating, no sleeping, nothing.
He must focus entirely on cultivation… even more, with certain skills he must take a specific physical posture such as the lotus position…
All this made cultivation extremely slow…
Damn… damn… damn.
The village chief cursed, tears falling silently as her eyes reddened with anger… fear… despair.
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On Ian’s side.
Racial Boxer (Legendary)
Description: A Legendary class that makes every strike stir storms and lightning… you will rule the world with your fists alone.
Skill Tree: Locked (reach level one to unlock the first skill in the skill tree)
The Rise Of The Failed One (Legendary)
Training Skill
Properties: Every breath… every passing moment… every drop of sweat… every effort will generate heavenly energy to strengthen the body and raise it higher (simply put, the user will train even while sleeping)
Death Accumulation (Legendary)
Properties: Thirty consecutive strikes launched without interruption, each hit stronger than the one before it.
Ian fell silent…
The situation before him was shocking in every sense.
This was no longer luck… but ridiculously stupid luck.
But more importantly than all that was… “A person from above”… what did he mean by a person from above?
A Legendary class that had never appeared before…All classes started from the Common level (or so Ian thought)… or rather, they were all of the same grade with different names and properties, and with increased mastery special skills would unlock, granting greater control over the skill… and far better things.
But now… a class born at a legendary rate.
And then a powerful combat skill that didn’t force him to rely on fleeting “moments of glory” due to its heavy drawbacks at the moment…
And finally… The Rise Of The Failed One skill… wasn’t this concept the same one he ordered Aliano to research?
Was this luck? Of course not… he was being watched. Watched from above… but what was the “above” this referred to?
Someone from the heavens, like angels in stories… or something else.
Perhaps the existence behind this game…
Perhaps the matter was far beyond his small imagination.
Ian thought, forgetting the room and the bars that had opened.
Chris and the others rushed toward him.
“My lord!!” they all shouted.
“My lord,” Noa fell to his knees, “I deserve punishment… do whatever you wish.”
Ian came back to his senses and smiled at Noa.
“Stand… it’s not your fault. But… don’t repeat it again.”
“Thank you, my lord,” Noa stood, tears filling his eyes.
Noa didn’t know what had happened to Ian or what he had obtained…
To him, Ian was giving him another chance.
And to Ian… it wasn’t entirely Noa’s fault. The reason was that Noa possessed a skill, not a class… the skill had a predetermined ceiling, a known limit, so he wasn’t at fault.
But Ian would not tolerate such mistakes, nor handle them lightly, so chaos would not spread in the village.
