Published at 25th of February 2026 7:02 am

Chapter 1530 Winter Lord

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Before he became the Winter Lord, he had been nothing more than a helpless little boy.

Several centuries ago, in a small fishing village somewhere in northern Europa, a white-haired boy woke one morning to silence.

His father, his mother, and his siblings lay frozen inside his hut, their faces locked in place as if time itself had stopped. Confused and terrified, the boy stumbled outside and ran to his neighbors, crying that his family had been murdered.

But everywhere he went, frost followed.

With each step he took, ice spread outward from his feet. When he reached the first house, the people inside froze before they could speak. He ran again, another door, another plea for help, and more lives were taken in the creeping cold.

By the time the boy realized what was happening, it was too late.

The frost had already swallowed the village. The sea, the huts, the people, everything stood still beneath a sheet of ice.

And at the center of it all stood the white-haired boy, alone, surrounded by a silence he had never meant to create.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he kept mumbling under his breath.

Wherever the boy went, people froze to death.

Word spread quickly to nearby villages, and fear took root long before he ever arrived. Doors were barred, fires were extinguished, and mothers pulled their children away at the mere sight of white hair.

All the boy wanted was a little warmth, someone to hold his hand, to tell him that he wasn't alone. Instead, he was met with terror and hatred. Branded a monster, he became an outcast.

He fled into the woods, but even there he found no comfort.

The trees stood stiff and brittle, their branches encased in ice, the forest as cold and lifeless as everything else he touched. Days blurred into nights, and nights into endless silence.

He was alone, with only the cold for company.

Forevermore.

Or so it seemed…

Until one day, a tall man draped in a hooded black cloak appeared before him, unmoved by the frost beneath his feet.

The little boy looked at him and pleaded, "Don't come close. You'll die."

But the man did not leave. Instead, he extended his hand and said gently:

"I am already dead."

The boy gazed at the man's hand.

It was something he had never seen before. The hand was made entirely of bones. No flesh. No muscle. Just bare white bones, moving as if they were alive.

The boy hesitated briefly. But it was the first time since his powers had awakened that someone had welcomed him, had offered him a hand instead of hatred and fear.

He held the lich's hand and murmured softly:

"It's… warm."

From that day on, the boy followed the lich wherever he went.

The lich raised him as his own, teaching him, guiding him, and shielding him from a world that rejected him.

Days turned to years, and years turned to centuries.

And in time, the boy became the Cult Leader's most trusted and cherished Elder.

He became… the Winter Lord.

Rank 4 Spell: Piercing Ice!

Enraged, the Elder unleashed his magic, fully intending to kill Adam.

How dare someone ask him to betray his home?

How dare someone ask him to renounce his lord and savior?

Unforgivable!

Adam's pupils constricted, his senses screaming at him to evade the attack.

At the last possible moment, he tilted his head to the side. The Piercing Ice scraped across the cheekbone area of his mask instead of the center of his head. Not even a scratch appeared on the silver surface, only a thin layer of frost clinging to the small spot.

The Winter Lord's eyes narrowed, inwardly shocked at Adam's reaction speed. But what unsettled him even more was the durability of that strange mask. He sneered and adjusted his hands, guiding the Piercing Ice as it shifted course toward the masked man's vital points.

"Hey, calm down!" Adam blurted out as he acrobatically dodged the spell, twisting his body at unnatural angles to evade the relentless stream of razor-sharp beam. At times, he ducked low. At others, he sprang into thin air, weaving through the onslaught without letting the spell so much as graze him.

Wherever the ice beam passed, it carved deep, narrow trenches into the ground. Boulders were split cleanly in half, and nearby trees were sheared apart just as easily. The destruction left behind made the spell's sharpness and power unmistakably clear.

Yet no matter how the Winter Lord adjusted his aim, he couldn't land a single hit on the masked man. Similarly, Adam also couldn't find the opportunity to close the distance and engage the Elder in close combat.

"You don't have to betray the lich!" Adam blurted out, still continuing to dodge. "We can become friends! Let's talk this out!"

"I can just speak to your corpse," said the Winter Lord, his words oozing with bloodlust.

Adam sighed. "Fine then. Don't say I didn't warn you."

He twisted his body mid-air, narrowly dodging a beam that skimmed past his clothes. He pointed two fingers at the Winter Lord's feet, and then, he flicked them with a slight motion.

The Winter Lord was on high alert. However, when he realized that Adam hadn't formed a proper hand seal, he couldn't help but feel confused.

What is he doing?

The answer soon became clear.

The ground beneath the Winter Lord glowed as a magic circle flared to life.

Following that, a pillar of earth erupted upward, carrying him with it. He lost balance, and the Piercing Ice faltered. The spell was disrupted as he was forced off balance.

The pillar of earth beneath him vanished in an instant, sinking back into the ground as if it had never existed. He looked down, and his eyes narrowed.

Rune magic!

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over him.

At the same time, intense warning bells rang violently inside his mind. Before he even looked toward the source of danger, he had already activated his Rank 4 defensive artifact on instinct.

Then he looked up.

And all he saw was the masked man's fist descending toward him, wrapped in vast, tyrannical mana. It filled his vision, and even before it struck, Adam's mana was already eating away at the mana barrier meant to protect him.

Then came the impact.

Adam's fist connected.

The mana barrier shattered.

And then…

A thunderous clap tore through the air as a visible ripple of energy exploded outward from the point of contact.

BOOM!

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