Published at 21st of October 2025 3:56 pm

Chapter 1159: The Demon: Thoughts

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Doranjan hovered high above the battlefield, his cold gaze sweeping across the chaos below.

For a moment, everything seemed to stop.

Every soldierfriend and foe alikelifted their eyes toward him. The sheer, crushing weight of his presence spread across the land, pressing against every living being.

"It... it evolved...!!"

"Another Fifth Stage?!"

"Its too late!!"

Panic rippled through the enemy ranks. Many began retreating, unwilling to face the newly ascended monster whose aura alone distorted the air around him.

Doranjan slowly raised his hand. Energy erupted from his body like a tidal wave, splitting the clouds above. The ground trembled as he gathered power for a devastating strike.

But before he could unleash it

"Doranjan! You have to return! Its not time yet!"

The commanding voice cut through the storm.

Doranjans golden-green eyes flicked toward the sound. He spotted Torkez standing amid the fortress defenses, shouting up at him.

A flash of green light enveloped Doranjans body. In an instant, he descended from the sky, materializing beside Torkez.

"I can eliminate thousands of them right now," Doranjan said, his tone edged with suppressed ferocity.

Torkez shook his head firmly. "Its not the right time. If you move now, the pace of battle will escalate too fast."

He met Doranjans gaze, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. "If that happens, Souta will be forced to come out."

Doranjan fell silent, his claws tightening slightly. He understood the implication.

It wasnt just about their side. If he acted now, the Hero-ranks on the opposing side would move as well and once that happened, there would be no turning back.

They couldnt afford to trigger the final stage of this warnot yet.

"I understand," Doranjan said with a firm nod at Torkezs words. He suppressed the surge of excitement burning in his chest. As much as he wanted to test his newfound strength, now wasnt the time.

"Also," Torkez continued, his eyes narrowing toward the horizon, "we still have allies. This isnt hopeless. Were waiting for them."

"Allies?" Doranjan turned his gaze to him, curiosity flashing in his draconic eyes.

Torkez nodded once, his expression unwavering.

...

The battle raged on below themchaotic, brutal, but still contained. Neither side dared to escalate it to the level that would draw Hero-rank experts into direct combat.

Even Berfien remained on the sidelines, his figure floating far from the main clash. The moment he confirmed that the dragon had completed its evolution, he refrained from joining the fray.

For now, the fighting was dominated by the top SSS-rank combatantsthose standing at the peak of the Sixth Shackle Realm. Their clashes tore through the air, shaking the battlefield with every strike.

On the front lines, Alice and Vashno fought relentlessly, holding back waves of enemies. Alices golden spears and Vashnos writhing flesh constructs carved through the opposition, keeping the line from collapsing.

But even so, the toll was immense.

Berfiens brows furrowed as he watched his forces falter. From his position above, he saw his people falling one after anotherthousands already dead or incapacitated.

Then, something caught his attention. The faint, drifting purple smoke that lingered near the frontlines.

"...That smoke from earlier," Berfien muttered. His eyes narrowed as realization struck. "Its interfering with their mana pool..."

He watched as his experts struggled to sustain their spells, their energy output faltering.

"Theyre weakening... The Blood Lightning Monsters forces prepared this field in advance."

Berfien clenched his teeth, frustration creeping into his expression as he watched the battle slowly tilt out of their favor.

On the ground, amidst the thunder of battle cries and shattering spells, Alice and Vashno stood side by side.

Crimson lightning split the air as Vashnos monstrous armsflesh and metal fused togethersmashed into an advancing cluster of enemy elites. Bones cracked and screams erupted as the shockwave sent bodies flying.

"Keep pushing!" Vashno roared, his voice booming through the battlefield. "Dont let them form another line!"

Alice darted forward, her movements leaving trails of golden afterimages. Her twin spears spun like whirlwinds, cutting down foes with terrifying precision. Every thrust pierced through enchanted armor; every sweep of her weapon unleashed a blast of searing light that melted through shields.

Dozens of enemy warriors fell around her, their bodies consumed by light.

But even with her overwhelming power, her breathing had grown heavier. Blood trickled down the side of her lip, proof that the earlier clash with Berfien had taken its toll.

Still, she refused to falter.

The purple mist drifted closer, spreading like a curse across the battlefield. The enemies inside it slowed, their spells faltering.

Vashno slammed his palm into the ground. A massive burst of crimson tendrils erupted outward, piercing several enemies before retracting back into his body. His monstrous frame shuddered.

"...Well hold them," Alice said quietly, gripping her spear tighter. "Until hes ready."

"Then lets make them bleed until that time comes," Vashno replied, his arms reshaping into massive crimson blades.

They charged againtwo forces of devastation tearing through the smoke, each strike echoing like thunder, each movement a promise that the Blood Lightning Monsters army would not break.

...

Inside the Guardian Fortress.

Deep within the heart of the structure, a storm was ragingthough not one that could be seen from the outside.

BOOM!

Explosions echoed within Sayas inner consciousness. The ground trembled, waves of violent energy sweeping through the crimson expanse of her domain.

When the dust cleared, a lone figure stepped through the dissipating mist.

Souta.

His skin was covered in faint traces of glowing crimson veins, and blood droplets floated in the air like fireflies. He waved his hand, and the scattered blood responded to his will, gathering into a single shimmering orb before condensing into a droplet that sank into the back of his hand.

"Its done..." he muttered, his voice calm but his breathing heavy.

A faint figure materialized before hima familiar presence with a gentle, knowing smile.

"Youre really strong, Souta," Sayas phantom said softly. "Its hard to believe you were just a goblin when we first met."

Souta gave a quiet chuckle. "The circumstances forced me to grow quickly."

Saya tilted her head. "And your spellcasting... its more refined now. Youve adapted even faster than before."

He nodded, then sat cross-legged on the crimson floor. His eyes closed as his focus turned inward.

Within his consciousness, runes and patterns of power flickered into existence around him. His mind drifted toward his core ability[Douion II]which pulsed faintly, resonating with the rhythm of his heart.

It was stronger now. More stable. He could feel it nearing its limit, ready to break through.

Once he reached the next stage, he knew what it would meana qualitative leap in his strength. The barrier between reaity and the dream realm would weaken, perhaps even vanish entirely. He could pull more beings across that threshold, manipulate both realms freely.

If only he had already achieved that power...

His thoughts drifted briefly to the Land of Vankoto the Sovereigns who remained there, their power waiting, sealed away from this battle. If he could bring them here, the balance of war would shift in an instant.

But reality still had its limits. For now.

Souta opened his eyes, crimson lightning crackling faintly within his pupils.

"Still, the improvement is good enough... A normal Eighth Shackle Realm would have a hard time breaking through my dreamscape. Perhaps, once I achieve [Douion III], only those in the Ninth Shackle Realm could destroy it."

Thinking about [Douion III], Souta couldnt help but recall Agaress words. The Sea King possessed an ability similar to his ownyet far beyond his current level.

He remembered their encounters back in the game. Every clash ended the same wayhis death. Even when he fought alongside the Commanders of the Mechanic Country, Agaress overwhelming power left them helpless.

Souta exhaled slowly, letting the memory fade. His focus shifted toward his Archetype, the core of his existence. It was growing stronger with every battle, every refinementa power that had become one of his greatest aces when facing high-level opponents.

Then his gaze turned inward, to the familiar interface of his system.

He was closeso closeto reaching Level 79. If not for the effects of [Douion], which had reduced his level as a trade-off for power, he would have already crossed into Level 80 by now.

Still, he didnt regret it. The benefits far outweighed the loss. [Douion] had already become a cornerstone of his combat power, granting him an advantage no ordinary evolution could.

"Theres also my class..." Souta murmured, eyes narrowing slightly. "Im still a Great Battle Mage."

He could ascend to the next rank anytime, but it would drain his skill points, leaving him unable to unlock his legacy. For now, he would delay the promotion and invest everything into strengthening his foundation.

Every choice mattered. Every decision pushed him closer to what he needed to become.

And Souta knewthe time to act was coming soon.

[Archetype: Eternity Stellar Formation]

Requirements: [Star Veins], [Nebula Heart], [Galaxy Eyes], and [Cosmic Body]

Cost: 70 Skill Points and 50 Free Attribute Points

[Cosmic Authority: Ophiuchus]

Requirements: Level 80, [Star Veins], [Nebula Heart], [Galaxy Eyes], and [Cosmic Body]

Cost: 100 Skill Points and 200 Free Attribute Points

...

Only two levels remained before Souta could meet the requirements for the Authority.

As for the Archetype, he could acquire it right nowbut doing so would divide his focus and consume valuable time.

Well, Souta thought, his eyes narrowing, if things go wrong, I wont hesitate to buy it. But for now... Id rather save everything for the Authority.

His last battle against the demons had earned him twenty-one skill points, enough to purchase the Archetype immediately if he wanted.

And it was temptingthis Archetype, the [Eternity Stellar Formation], would perfectly synchronize with his Cosmic Body.

But Souta wasnt impulsive. He could feel itthe quiet pressure in his chest, the storm gathering both inside and outside the fortress.

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