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Kralkalor

## [source]

**Kralkalor** was a gold dragon of the Dragon Plane. The first legendary dragon that Richard had fought with.

He was level 25, possessing power second only to Tiamat and Bahamut. The gold dragon’s destructive capabilities were just far too great.

He has existed for the past eight centuries. His kind had long lives and too much knowledge.

## Personality

Kralkalor was irritable, quick-tempered, and overbearing; he wasn’t well-liked within the Dragon Plane.

## Plot

Initially, it was his son the Copper Dragon that had plans to conquer Faelor. However, Richard's appearance had changed everything. Kralkalor descended near the portal in a fit of rage as his son was killed by then grand mage Richard. It was then that he decided to strengthen the portal to Faelor in order to avenge his son.

He had even loaned some resources from Bahamut that was great enough to bargain his wife to him if he could not pay back. So, it was a do or die situation for him. He had dreams to conquer Faelor, but Richard had given the coordinates of the plane to the powerhouses of Norland. This had caused the plane to lose so many of its inhabitants in the fight.
La Mer de la Tranquilité

Chose amusante, cette mer portait ce nom chez les Humains et les habitants de Terre-Neuve avant même qu'ils ne se soient rencontrés ! Hasard de la vie ou raisons réelles, ça n'est qu'une autre question.

C'est cette mer que les Hommes ont traversé pour fuir le fléau et rejoindre des côtes sur, loin de la mort, loin de l'extinction de l'humanité. C'est une mer où les tempêtes sont rares et les vents souvent au rendez-vous.

Si quelques Calrissiens peuvent parfois vous tomber dessus, cette mer porte si bien son nom qu'il est possible d'y naviguer en étant moitié moins formé qu'un matelot !
Le plus grand danger sur cette mer reste l'ennui et les coups de soleil, mais il fait parfois bon d'avoir du temps pour soit et de se reposer.
D'ailleurs, quelques petites îles florissent ici et là, où des humains créés des marchés de produits rares, uniques et endémique. Plus l'on se rapproche de Terre-Neuve, plus l'eau devient transparente et paradisiaque.
Barbarians

**Barbarians** are a mighty warrior race that possesses tremendous strength and toughness. They were human, but at the same time considered separate from their weaker contemporaries from Norland.

The most notable of which are the barbarians of Klandor under the Beast God.

## Overview

### **Brutes**

Barbarians had a reputation, perhaps not completely deserved, as reckless ruffians and savage nuisances who needless disrupted society by acts of mayhem. However, barbarians, while undoubtedly feral and unpredictable by the nature of their rages, were not necessarily uncultured brutes. Time and time again, barbarians proved their cunning and resourcefulness as well as their sheer physical power and endurance.

Sometimes, in spite of their aversion to an organized order, barbarians demonstrated honor above else. Even those considered as brutes had a high moral code that even supercede their own life, much like the pride of elves.

### **Strength**

Barbarians were naturally gifted with tremendous strength, not unlike the orcs. They were natural fighters, easily able to cross level 10, but from that point forward advancing was extremely challenging. They found it hard to train their energy reserves, and unlike humans they were too primitive to have systems of skills and training method.

This was a race of beings he was extremely curious about; despite their average level being higher than even dwarves’, they had barely any potential to speak of. Normally a barbarian could reach level 10 without any training, but very few even managed to grow to level 14. This went quite contrary to expectation, and Richard was sure there was some sort of secret hidden in the plains that explained this. After all, any other race with an average level of 10 would likely cultivate even level 20 legendary beings with enough numbers.

He was quite interested in the potential existence of a phenomenon that hindered the development of an entire race. This would be a great tool in many ways, especially for his understanding of Faelor’s laws.

1. ↑ Forgoten Realms Wiki
Levels

Power levels were a pyramid in the world. The higher one went in level, the fewer there were with such might.

## Secondary Plane

Saints were near the top of the pyramid even in Norland, and in this plane with only two legendary beings they were all the more important. Taking one out for the equivalent of a few days of work from the broodmother was a great exchange.

## Legend

a legendary being could be level 21 or level 30. ***Book 7, Chapter 45 - Breaking The Myth***
Destiny Crystal

This was the final destiny crystal that Ferlyn gave her. Glittering with a faint radiance that could almost make one believe in its lie. He had realised at this point that the voice ringing in his mind when he broke the first two had actually been Ferlyn’s manipulations, and try as he might he couldn’t even break this last one.

## Volume 9

The thing hadn’t parted from his body for years, and as his power skyrocketed the opportunities to use it were few and far between. There were times he completely forgot, but it was more often the case that he simply wouldn’t have the ability to break the crystal if he was in a state where he really needed to. Still, the crystal gave him an unparalleled sense of ease, helping him know that he had a way out at the most critical of junctures. In fact, the slate had blocked energy beams from the reapers more than once, even deflecting bullets at times. In many ways, it was a lucky charm that had already saved him multiple times.

As he flipped the crystal around, Richard felt an exceptional sense of serenity that cleared his mind. It felt like he was holding fate itself in his palms, and that emotion helped him decide what he wanted to do.

Still floating in mid-air, Richard looked at the small hole in the chest area of his robes. At only a needlehead’s width, this was the true size of the Light of Annihilation. However, on the other end of the hole was the bright glow of the destiny crystal!

Helped again… A smile crawled up his face. He had wondered why he couldn’t break this last destiny crystal, but now he realised where its true purpose was. He would have been dead if he had actually managed to crush it, but perhaps Ferlyn had foreseen all of this when she had Flowsand give it to him.

Was this thing truly indestructible? The question was quickly answered by the glib mouth, “The Fulcrum of Fate! How? How do you have something that no strength can destroy! How does it exist? How is it with you? Impossible!”

“Nothing is impossible,” Richard sneered, “Just accept your end.”
Essien

## [source]

Former head of a church of valour in Whitedukedom

was sent to valley of darkness, managing a semiplane of darkness. master is a cursed demigod of Neian.

In front of him was a handsome bald man with dark skin and toned musculature, the most surprising part being his face. This was the person he had come here to find, the priest Essien.

There’s more evil in this valley than in the hells of pain. You thought I’d buy that a god could do this without destroying his own divinity? Come on, you have to do better than that. Besides, it’s not like I haven’s seen a bastard demigod before.”

You know, that’s why I came here. I saw your name on a list and was planning to show you the world outside of Faelor. Sadly, we don’t always get what we want.”

“Why take me away?” Essien smiled sorrowfully, “I have nothing on me worth that much.”

“Because of your diary?”

“My diary? But most of that was just my fantasies!”

“The fantasies of a genius. Unlike the others of this plane, you’re not blind.”

“Maybe in your eyes. To everyone here, I’m just a madman.”

Richard shrugged, “So? It’s not like their opinions matter. I think you’re quite valuable 6;19

You know, there’s a popular saying in my plane… Never trust a god’s bastard.
Font of Nature

The one young knight becoming a saint wasn’t Richard’s only gain from this series of battles. Having cut down a tree of life, Richard had gathered a fruit of life, tens of leaves of youth, and enough materials for a thousand longbows and fifty staffs of nature. The heart was cut up into ten parts and hauled back to the Evernight Tribe, and there was even a red tuber that served to substantially increase one’s nature affinity and even strengthened their bloodline.

The specific bloodline this tuber granted was called the Font of Nature, something inferior to his own world tree but also capable of coexisting peacefully with most others. Having learnt about this from the captured elders of the tribe, Richard had been rather astonished; this was something that could help someone who already had a powerful bloodline, which was extremely rare. Having experience with the balancing act of making sure his own bloodlines didn’t kill each other, he knew just how valuable this was. Overall, it brought his harvests up to nearly thirty million gold’s worth.

Thornleaf Tribe's tree of life 6;121
Divine Servitors

These servitors weren’t the same as petitioners or valiant souls, but instead false deities that lacked their own godspark and divine domain. Unlike the rest of her worshippers, they could still retain independent thought in her domain instead of listening to her every word.

This time, the earth shook before he could take part in the battle. One of the three most powerful servitors who had been taking care of Runai finally walked down the divine mountain to the battlefield, the stride alone making his target clear.

“You shall go no further, mortal!” the servitor’s voice shook every inch of the divine kingdom. Every step of his covered a hundred metres, allowing him to appear before Richard in the blink of an eye.

Only when directly facing this false deity could one truly appreciate the fifty-metre height. Richard was barely at his ankle, forcing the servitor to stoop down to look at him. The sky darkened as his fist pounded down, carrying a hundred tonnes of force.

1. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 19
Devilfish

fish-like monster with the tentacle

"Extreme resistance to all normal mana, and the bones form a magic array of sorts that absorbs mana. If the spells used to target this thing are weak, it will actually heal from them.”

“Mm… Even grade 8 lightning spells couldn’t hurt this thing,”

devil had just confirmed that the Daxdians could control the devilfish. bred by the Daxdians for this war

Perhaps it is some mutated offspring of the Brain Eater

cannot grow to longer than ten metres at most

With more and more devilfish being spotted recently, their composition was revealed as well. These creatures were extremely simple without any ability to grow or evolve, and almost nothing in their bodies was useful to humans. Their skin did have great magic resistance, but that meant nothing to a plane that was used to fighting magic with magic.

called sasormas by daxdians. daxdians can control them

1. ↑ v5ch42
2. ↑ v5ch43
3. ↑ v5ch43
4. ↑ v5ch47
Golden Dagger

**Godfrey's Golden Dagger** was the item used to summon him back to Faelor. It was enough to entice the usually indifferent Nasia.

## Description

While small, this blade was extremely heavy. The handle was quite coarse, never smoothed since its construction centuries ago. Looking at this blade that had taken hundreds of years to forge yet had only been used once, the Emperor seemed deep in thought as he stroked the blade and turned to a rock altar nearby that had a silver sword and an iron spear stabbed into it. This dagger had originally been placed inside as well, but the time had come to call upon it.

## Overview

While he was hesitating, Nasia picked up the golden dagger on the ground and flipped it over, staring at it, “This thing can actually tear through space, and I smell that guy’s aura on it. This was probably the key to summoning him, but it’s far more valuable than that. This is worth more than a top-tier offering; I can give it to you for one. What do you say?”

Having been told it was special, Richard accepted the golden dagger and activated Insight to see through its structure. Outside of affirming that the material was basically 99% pure gold, he didn’t find anything special about it, especially no suggestion that it could cut through space. However, the very fact that it didn’t melt under his breath showed it was unique. He turned to Nasia, “What’s so special about it?”

Nasia sighed as though she was looking at a moron, “This dagger is made of auvitrum, or golden glass. Known as the Light of the Vortex, it’s a rare material that can withstand enormous temperatures of up to a hundred thousand degrees. This dagger only has a tiny amount, but it can still hold up against ten thousand itself; your impurity-riddled flames can’t reach such temperatures.”

“But it still looks like a standard divine weapon…” he muttered as he focused on the 1% of difference, trying to figure out the secrets of the dagger.
Erin

.

## [source]

A worker of Aunt Vesper at an inn in the Emerald Skylake, where Richard Archeron resided at during his visit for an auction.

The girl had her own impression of Richard. He was a young, elegant mage with a bright future, looking for an opportunity to gain a level or perhaps hoping for a path forward in the Emerald Lake. She sent him a bottle of wine and some desserts before darting away, her voice barely audible as she left, “My name is Erin! Ask me if you need anything!”

Erin? This was a name that Richard hadn’t thought consciously about in the longest time, so much so that it took him a moment to recall where he knew it. However, he could only shake his head and bury the memory of his first crush, smiling at the bell-like laughter of this girl with the same name and taking a whiff of the flowers in the afternoon heat. For just a moment, it felt like all of his worries were gone with the wind.

Richard left the same way he came, looking no different from a young mage roaming the world. When he left, the young girl hid herself in an empty room and sobbed her heart out.
Enclave centaurs

## Description

height of over four metres making both Richard and Beye look like children. He seemed more like an elephant-hybrid than a horse. their lower equine body had six legs and the human upper half had four arms each of which held a heavy weapon. The horse-half had long, thick fur with metal plates draped on it, but these plates seemed more for decoration than anything else and the fur on an enclave centaur’s body couldn’t be cut through even by a normal enchanted weapon anyway.
Bladefury

Ironshield looked down at the sain and smiled, "His Grace ordered this fleet from the Shadow King, it isn't a toy for you to play with. Do you think you could afford to even repair the damages to a single one? I could sell your entire tribe into slavery and make less!"

Bladefury immediately bared his fangs, "How dare you?!"

"How dare I? Did the Shadow King tell you to fly the Frozen Court's flag all the way here? Did he tell you to approach in battle formation? Did he tell you to aim your cannons at the Deepblue? Or maybe it was you that did it."

The questions left Bladefury stunned for a moment, but the orc then puffed his chest out, "Does it make a difference?"

"Of course. His Grace mentioned that the transfer could be a little rocky, and he gave me full authority to kill whoever made trouble. If the Shadow King was the one who ordered it, then, His Grace will go destroy his life."

"HOW DARE YOU RIDICULE HIS MAJESTY?"

"Ridicule?" Ironshield burst into booming laughter that resounded through the bay, the force behind it shattering the orc's eardrums, "Your king is only a legend, and he hasn't fought a battle in decades. Even I can take care of him!"

Bladefury suddenly started swaying before crashing down onto the deck, his guards rushing over only to find he wasn't breathing. Everyone on board froze up in shock.
Eternal Warriors of the Night

* Phaser
* unknown
* unknown
* unknown

Three warrior drones I designed, the combined results of my analysis of various races. They were originally meant to protect me, but there is more meaning in leaving them by your side. I call them the Eternal Warriors of the Night.”

“The Eternal Warriors of the Night? Why does that sound familiar?” Flowsand frowned.

“The term appeared in my mind as I designed them. It must be an implant in my memory from creation or unlocked during my growth.”

“They’re saints?”

“No. In terms of Norland levels, they are only level 17. Phaser is the only one of the three who is functional right now as well; the other two need to return to the worm nest frequently to replenish their powers. I will need a month or so to perfect them.”

“So only one warrior, and not even a saint. Is there anything special about her?”

“Flowing within them is the blood of gods. All of their bodies have the characteristics of bastard demigods, and their souls have been extracted from defeated enemies. They do not share the same restrictions as other combat units, having the capacity to learn and grow. However, their body structure is completely unlike those of a human; every expected weakness is actually a fatal trap. I can resurrect them even if they die, so long as I have enough divinity and divine blood."

[6;45]

## Second

large-headed man with a blue helmet.

Just like Phaser’s natural armour, this new drone’s helmet was actually bone. He didn’t seem much different from a human outside of his head, and outside of decent speed he was almost useless in head to head combat. However, that wasn’t his purpose at all; the broodmother had condensed a cloned brain into a nearly human form and granted it a soul crafted from divinity— just like phaser, this drone was sentient and capable of growth. He could be directed and taught to control sections of armies, greatly easing Richard’s mental burden during large-scale wars. 6;68
Church of Glory

located in the Sacred Tree empire

Church created by the Radiant Lord

## Members

* Pope
* Saint Martin - second in command[6;73]
* Cardinal Messia - [6;77] as young as martin
* Archbishop Hendrick - epic level archbishop
* Archbishop Ruford
* Saint Thomas

## Eight Cathedrals

each one was dedicated to one of the saints who had followed the Radiant Lord before he lit his godfire and eventually become his seven holy spirits.

1. The Saint Louis Cathedral [6;72]
	* Louis had personally held off ten thousand enemy soldiers to give the Radiant Lord a chance to escape a rival faith’s paladins
	* Richard took over it in volume 6 and later returned it.

From the Church’s point of view, wealth was not an issue. Richard could sell everything he had plundered, outside of the holy book, for about three million gold on the marketplace, but this sort of some meant nothing to existences like them. On the contrary, they only cared about items of historic value; even a tree branch used by one of the Radiant Lord’s seven holy spirits was worth more to them than an intermediate offering. 7;78

1. ↑ 7;22
Kellac

## [source]

excommunicated from the Highland Wargod church by Leitun, the Lord of the Highlands, the current pope of the church.

follows richard

a high leveled priest

He himself was more a follower of Flowsand instead. But a part of the core team in Faelor. In a world where the gods reigned supreme, the clergy was revered sometimes even more than the nobility. Kellac was unusually stubborn whenever it came to situations involving status and class, a standpoint that caused Richard to sigh

lv 17 [7;63]

 Lvl 16
 Lvl 17

## Abilities

Kellac just finished a spell, a glob of black light appearing over the lesser demons that magnified his scream to everything within a ten-metre radius. Their souls were all shocked out of their bodies and shattered by this divine version of Death’s Decree, killing more than 300 in one go. However, even more demons rushed in and promptly filled the empty space, while his expression darkened. This was a grade 9 spell he could only use thrice in a day.

### **Smite**

The symbol of a fist appeared above Kellac’s head and sent a golden beam towards one of the spirits, while Asiris threw out a black warhammer formed from divinity. These were Smite and Hammer of Judgement, two divine spells that were especially powerful against spirits. Grade 9

## References

1. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 49
2. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 52
Ember Essence

**Ember Essence** was a bizarre substance that laid somewhere between life and inorganic matter. It could not form a soul, but beings possessing it would display some features of intelligence. That intelligence grew with the amount of essence used to create a being, as did its power.

## Overview

They crom from the molten core metal of the Reapers and are rare enough that even the Eternal Dragon gets excited. It was rare for the old dragon to sound this excited, the only time Richard could recall being when it saw the tooth of the Beast God Mountainsea had given him.

### **Activated**

A perfectly round blob of silver metal suspended itself in mid-air above the altar, alongside a small dark gold scroll. He stretched out to grab the blob first, but even he had to brace for a moment as he felt more than a hundred kilograms of weight in only a few drops’ worth. The metal resembled the ember essence, but this was more active and lively with what seemed like a life of its own. Everything he had extracted from the reapers seemed dead in comparison.

Some information about it quickly flowed into his mind. This was activated ember essence, in a state where it could be integrated into other objects. It would inject sentience into most equipment, which meant this drop alone could bring any legendary equipment to the divine realm. On the other hand, it could also serve as the core ingredient for a true grade 6 rune.

However, creating a grade 6 rune was easier said than done. Outside of the core materials, the rest of the rune would also need to be rare beyond belief. Still, this would bring him a third of the way there, which was much farther than he had come before.

### **Worth in Offerings**

The Eternal Dragon priced a bottle of the silver metal at four top-tier offerings, and is even willing to pay twice as much for the metal. It came in the form of a choice of blessing: Divine Omniscience. It was a partial explanation about how ember essence worked, but it would require a full top-tier offering’s worth of divine grace!

This was Richard’s first experience with such a direct exchange for information, but he also knew that this meant there would be more times to come. Although it wouldn’t directly grow his power, he eventually accepted the blessing to learn about what could just be the key to defeating the reapers.

## Weakness

It was unknown just how ember essence was formed, but the Eternal Dragon had never once been informed of an instance where the reapers had created it in a world they invaded. This meant there was a limited amount of it, in turn implying that the limit to reapers wasn’t the resources they obtained, but the amount of ember essence they entered the world with. While he hadn’t known this, he was already focused on gathering all of the ember essence to sacrifice to the old dragon anyway; this would be the path to victory!

## References

1. ↑ 1.0 1.1 1.2 Book 9, Chapter 40
2. ↑ Book 9, Chapter 50
Griffins

## [source]

**Griffins** are the primary transportation for most sky-fairers. They were slower than wyverms but much cheaper. Before long-distance transmissions were a thing, griffins and wyverns had been the most popular method of travel. However, even now griffins were preferred for their convenience and cost; many would rather run to their destinations on foot than have portals set up. Only very important items were transmitted via magic.
Gun of Genvis

The Gun of Genvis was a fabled spell that was said to be able to break through any barrier. Although its lethality wasn’t as great as some other legendary spells, its use lay in that ability to break apart the barriers of a mage. Although this pendant only had two uses left and each spell was only grade 9, that was still quite powerful.

taken from Yuria Mensa 6;7
Bluewater Oasis

richards base of operations in faelor

located in the Bloodstained Lands

capital of the Crimson dukedom

shares borders with the Iron triangle empire, barbarian ancestral lands, land of turmoil

### **Crimson Dukedome**

. Bluewater had grown immensely to over 100,000 residents that couldn’t even be supported fully by the original oasis, but it had grown famous as a paradise for adventurers. Many people came here every day, looking for a chance to fly. [6;69]

### **Crimson Empire**

Bluewater was currently the most flourishing city in Faelor, and also the biggest one. The urban sections now ringed around half of the lake, with more than a million permanent residents as well as hundreds of thousands flowing through the gates at any time. Most of the people here were dressed like nobles, wearing arrogant smiles as they dealt with outsiders; they were citizens in the capital city of the strongest country in Faelor, automatically making them a cut above the rest. The Crimson Empire was the distribution point for resources from all around.

Richard himself wasn’t someone who ruled by plunder, instead being willing to distribute some of his gains to the natives of this plane. That promise of wealth made people much more eager to develop his lands, coming up with ideas of their own to maximise growth. He was someone who relied on the huge disparity of material availability between the two planes to make his money, so a small difference in price per transaction was completely irrelevant. After dozens of years of development, the citizens of the Crimson Empire truly lived lives of luxury, and Bluewater had become paradise. Citizenship by marriage was even being sold on the black market now for sky high prices.

1. ↑ Book 9, Chapter 26
Blessing Redirection

Watching this farce, Richard chuckled, “Grand Priestess, have you not managed to remember what Blessing Redirection is? Should I jog your memory?”

Hearing these words, Jacqueline’s eyes suddenly went wide as she remembered the full effects of Blessing Redirection. One **could choose the target of the divine grace** from their ceremonies, but they could also affect the blessings others gained as well. Even she didn’t have such a right.

She then realised she had overlooked another important point; the **amount of divine grace from the ceremony** was only enough for her to go up by one level, not two. Noelene had gone straight to level 20, and that sent a chill down her spine.

Richard was in no hurry, waiting for Jacqueline to process everything before he pointed at her. An hourglass suddenly appeared above her head and cracked, most of the sand within it trickling away. Jacqueline went white as a sheet, her voice trembling, “W-What did you do to me?”

“You know very well,” Richard chuckled like a devil.

Jacqueline’s entire body shook as she bit her lower lip, understanding just what had happened. Richard had used Blessing Redirection on her, which would mean **she would get almost no grace from future ceremonies** she hosted. With Noelene now positioned to become the next high priestess, which would certainly come with a drop in the number of ceremonies she was allowed to host in the first place, she would certainly take ages to level up.
Fort of Dawn

first fort built on the Land of Despair by norland. it was lost to the Daxdus, but was being regained on v5ch36.

. Merely a castle built atop a small mountain, it wasn’t a city of the aboriginals but a military base built single-handedly by the Norlanders. v5ch39

The castle had named the Fort of Dawn to commemorate the achievements of the Sunlord (of the milennial empire) in this war.

it was defended by a ferocious beast from the depths of Daxdus called Maranos the Brain Eater. Nobody knew where this creature came from, nor could they even tell whether it was native to Daxdus, but one couldn’t underestimate it as a mere beast; this creature was so cunning that even some higher-level legends had failed to deal with it. A powerhouse of Daxdus had lured it over using the bones of another legendary creature as the price.
Drider

The lower body was spider-like with six legs, but it could traverse most types of terrain quickly and was twice as fast at the mounts Richard currently used. Even in the forests, it could move at an amazing eighty kilometres an hour.

This design could be used as a standalone mount or with the upper body of another type of unit, forming a drone similar to a centaur. Richard thought over it as he looked at her analysis of various races, eventually choosing an elven upper body with the new mount style. He couldn’t help but think of a humanoid spider when he saw the final design, so he decided to call it a drider.

The driders could be made all the way from level 8 to level 15. The weaker ones could only use bows, swords, and leather armour, but even at level 10 they could diversify into druidic creatures. When the broodmother evolved to level 10 and unlocked her name, beginning to analyse the laws of the myriad planes, the driders could be strengthened and enhanced further. Elite units at that point would even resemble children of the forest, recognised and protected by the forest’s will.

Richard was quite happy with this new creation. These drones were even more suitable for forest battles than actual elves, and when they scaled to enough numbers he would be the only one in the current army capable of crossing a location they guarded. Most importantly, they wouldn’t be affected by the will of the forest at all; the broodmother took that into account when designing them.
Beirut

## [source]

**Beirut** is the son of the village head of the Village of Rooseland

## Description

He was almost a head taller than Richard, and was well built. Being the son of the village head, he was much stronger than other kids his age, almost like an adult. The head frequently hunted powerful magical beasts from nearby, and the meat of those beasts greatly toughened the bodies of those who consumed it.
Ilene

## [source]

**Illene** is a four-winged angel from the Celestial Plane.

## Plot

I have this friend of… rather special origin. She’s a citizen of Heaven, but she can’t return now. She needs some equipment and runes, and I hear you’re opening another battlefield against the abyss. Let her participate, and remember to take care of her.

An illusory figure formed behind him, hesitating a little before softly coughing him out of his trance. Looking at a young woman with four wings, he frowned, “Why are you out again?” Half a day after Richard’s discussion with Martin, a woman in silver armour stepped through the portal from the Sacred Tree Empire. Taking out a letter from Martin, she was quickly brought before Richard.

Richard snorted, “If that bastard wanted you to earn points to come ahead, he wouldn’t have sent you over looking like a beggar.”

This prompted a blush. Before she came over, Martin had indeed mentioned that Richard would understand and equip her well. In his words, “Who better to rip off than someone with more money than place to put it?”
Hell

the devils torture other creatures that they find. They normally tempt those of other planes into sacrificing their souls, feeding off the despair at the realisation of what those weak beings did.

Another activation of Analytic revealed the composition of the bricks, containing the same condensed power of fear and resentment that the lich’s cauldrons did. This was a pure soul energy that could affect even those of strong will. Richard looked at the black brick in his hand and then around at the mountain walls, “This place, it looks like…”

“The Hells,” Nyra completed for him, “You can see such scenes commonly amongst many of the minor levels, there are so many places that one cannot even count them all.” 6;15

Just like devils, gods compete for the soul as well. Why would they lose in terms of suck skill

“A wall of screams,” Nyra commented as a faint white mist radiated from her body, “A favoured decoration in the hells. I’m growing more and more curious about the identity of the person hidden within.” 6;17

Although Norland didn’t have too much detailed information about the hells or the abyss, it was a known fact that the demons and devils had been warring for hundreds of thousands of years. Any mixes had already been eliminated by both sides, and it was impossible to believe that any members of the two collectives could have offspring.
Eshin

## [source]

A screen of light slowly grew clearer above the altar, revealing an old woman with a cane walking over. The woman glanced over and laughed like a nightingale, “And I was wondering who it was. High priestess Ferlyn, what distracts you from the Sacred Alliance to talk to me? I still remember the days when you tried to lecture me… Now you don’t have the freedom to do anything, haha!”

Ferlyn’s face warped in rage, but she snorted softly without saying a word. This old woman was Eshin, the high priestess of the Church in the Sacred Tree Empire and a maverick amongst her creed. Unlike the remaining high priestesses who liked to remain beautiful eternally, she allowed herself to grow older as time passed. Of course, she couldn’t die willingly; that was only allowed if she found a replacement for herself.

Eshin’s temper was just as bad as her character, and to date she had offended most of the other high priestesses of the Church. She also had a special hatred for Ferlyn, the only chosen of their generation. Ferlyn had been famous throughout Norland before she disappeared for a while, randomly reappearing in the Church and officially taking over the Sacred Alliance from the previous high priestess there. 6;46

Within the Sacred Tree Empire, Eshin looked at the ruins that had dimmed for a long time. The cold sweat had already soaked her robes; no matter how insane she was, she wouldn’t dare take on a Chosen who planned to enter the Darkness. Moreover, Flowsand’s decision touched a scar of her own that she had hidden deep within her heart for nearly a century, showing her a shadow of her former self.
Epic

Epic being; these were the pillars of a country, even an entire plane. No number of saints could go up against them, and many legends would have to gang up and rely on strategy to kill them. Only epic beings could fight epic beings [7;17]

Unlike the legendary realm, becoming epic wasn’t simply one thing. One could nominally be considered epic if they reached level 27, but that wasn’t the basis of the system. The true test was the ability to preserve one’s life and escape from the clutches of an archlord, alongside the mastery of powerful laws to fuel combat. This could be higher-level laws in a primary plane or the foundational laws of a secondary realm, but what was important was the power.

Only with an epic being would a country be capable of supporting themselves.

1. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 137
Barduch

**Barduch** is the strongest person in the tiny village Richard first encountered when he entered the Darkness. He was the first person to notice Richard's epic strength despite the overall distortion of the place.

He is the only person who could venture outside the veil of order in the town. All of whom were former legendary beings who devolved into their current status due to the time dilation.

## Overview

The tanir nodded and unsheathed a dagger, rushing to the reptilian and stabbing into his soft abdomen and slicing viciously. Blood and organs started flowing out, but before they could touch the earth the human beside Richard had pulled out a large pot and placed it directly down below. Everyone surrounded the reptilian, with a few of them taking out their daggers and starting dismemberment.

Richard squinted, finding that the place was more violent than he’d thought. In mere minutes, the lizardman had turned into meat and blood.

The woman whom Richard had met carried the basin of blood and organs back, walking next to Richard, “You didn’t contribute, so you won’t get any. You haven’t fit in yet, but you’ll be the same after a while. Still, you’re lucky that Old Barduch is interested in you; he won’t let us touch you.”

"Who?"

"The old man you met when you arrived. You usually find him in the tavern."

However, the tanir man bared his fangs and growled, “Rejecting Bloodtooth comes with consequences, kid!”

“Don’t care,” Richard repeated, turning away to walk towards the centre of the town.

Bloodtooth immediately growled with rage, pulling out his dagger, but the other tanir pressed down on his hand, “Old Barduch won’t let anyone touch him!”

The mention of Barduch prompted Bloodtooth to snort with some fear, stowing his dagger away.
Astral chrysalis

looking like a giant pupa, it had little combat power but could grow without limits. It also had the ability to float through the air, and with the addition of image diamonds it would be able to open up a space in its own body that allowed it to replace ordinary spatial equipment. The more image diamonds it ingested, the larger its internal space became.

The astral chrysalis was only about two metres long in its initial stage, but it could accommodate nearly ten cubic metres within. It could also carry about ten tonnes without issue. Creating it required at least three image diamonds and ten units of divinity, and at the same time there was a precondition that left Richard speechless: Analyse Zangru.

could store almost a thousand tonnes of materials The mouth that was normally hidden opened up to hundreds of tentacles that grabbed the rune knights’ mounts, and it took off for the other side of the chasm.The astral chrysalis had no eyes nor ears, and its pitch black skin was hard and smooth. It wasn’t particularly fast, but it was stable and silent.

This wasn’t the first time Nyris and Agamemnon had seen the astral chrysalis, and the same could be said about Noelene. However, all three were awed as ever by the creature’s ever-increasing size. The unexpected return of the followers greatly boosted Richard’s confidence in his upcoming plan as well.

Noelene, Waterflower, Tiramisu, Mountainsea, and Phaser accompanied him and forty rune knights atop the astral chrysalis. Alice was left to command the rest once more, and the chrysalis floated high into the sky before shooting into the distance.

The astral chrysalis couldn’t travel very fast with such a load, only fifty to sixty kilometres an hour, but with its belly full of the wax from the worker drones it could fly non-stop for a month.Book 6, Chapter 134

## References

1. ↑ 4;143
2. ↑ 5;55
3. ↑ 5;58
Jadering

## [source]

Grand Elder

Richard was seated on the largest tree at the very front, chatting with an aged druid. The sallow man just stared ahead blankly; he hadn’t even bothered to try fighting once Richard showed the treants, knowing fully well that summoning full-faced treants was something a grand druid like him took hours at a time to accomplish. Even the legendary druid Jadering could only keep three active at a time after minutes of a chant, but the youth had done it all with a snap.

While the druid had been shocked by this accomplishment, Richard had no plans of explaining. His mana was likely even weaker than Jadering’s— this plane was limited to level 23, not 22— but his comprehension of the laws of life was clearly the most advanced. He could just mobilise the breath of life all around to animate batches of treants with ease
Leadership

Leaders were often distracted by many matters, slowing their growth in individual strength. Richard himself spent a lot of his time on runecrafting and war, giving meditation less than a quarter of his day at best. But that also meant he could find the resources he needed himself instead of relying on an external organisation.

There were people who didn’t fit into either group, freaks of nature that could do everything at once. Gaton himself expanded at an unprecedented rate, accumulating power that was abnormal for a leader so young. Beye was destined to follow the path of exploring other planes on her own once she approached the legendary realm, boosting her growth by pillaging other powerhouses. And of course, Sharon was both combined; she had created a powerful organisation of mages and backed it with her own legendary might.

The most difficult part of being a leader was not growing strong, personally or with regards to one’s army; it was making connections. Absolute power was always the best way to retain full control, but in the human empires where that was near impossible politics was much more effective. A network was rather unreliable unless one put time into it, not something that could be accomplished with little time and limited benefits.

6;108

Soldiers would still tire, they would still make mistakes, but they would not desert. However, this had its own disadvantages. Morale was something a lot of commanders used to add explosive strength to their armies, and Tzu was one such commander. She was not used to this style of command at all.

On the other hand, Richard felt no different from normal. As the consummate tactician who always employed the broodmother’s drones, he was perfectly used to this kind of battle. Cold, calculating, and ruthless was where he thrived.
Frozen Throne

Built upon a snow-capped mountain, the Empire’s capital was called the Frozen Throne. Spread out along the incline, the city’s walls had not been torn down during its repeated expansions and were instead maintained in pristine condition. This gave rise to a tiered city with many layers of walls, making defending the place easy. No enemy had ever gotten to the core of the city before.

While most mountain cities were vulnerable to prolonged sieges, the Frozen Throne despite its million residents had three rivers passing through it that provided a constant source of water. As for food, the entirety of Faelor had never faced a problem with that before; as one of the most fertile planes, even the cold north with only one harvesting period had no lack of provisions.

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Caesar

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## [source]

Baron Fontaine’s son

He joins the Church of the Eternal Dragon at Flawsand's suggestions and becomes a priest later on.

Level 14 Priest [6;9]

Level 15 Priest [7;135]

Beside her was a handsome young man whose body was radiating divine power, the sight of which caused a small twinkle in Richard’s eyes. This was Caesar, Baron Fontaine’s son. His late friend’s child had grown up to be a level 14 priest in the blink of an eye, possessing outstanding accomplishments in life. 6;8
Blackwing

Empress asked as she pointed into the distance, staring at a horde of Daxdians that had run away the moment they felt her presence. What appeared to be a small black dot was floating high in the sky, but those with good perception could tell that it looked like a Daxdian demon with a pair of giant black wings and three long tails.

The demon was only three metres tall, which was quite small considering the scale of most Daxdians, but Rundstedt frowned at the sight, “That is Blackwing, one of Daxdus’s ten epic beings.

Blackwing flared the entirety of his aura as he stepped forward, refusing to be humiliated into running away. Black energy quickly formed a shockingly large tornado around him, but in comparison Apeiron curbed her aura until she was almost impossible to notice. A minute seemed like ten years as her presence flickered within, but after an ear-splitting scream a black figure shot out of the tornado and tore open a way to the void to escape. The tornado dissipated half a minute later, revealing a purple Empress holding an enormous black wing that was mangled at the base.

After a moment of quiet, cheers suddenly filled the vicinity of the Fort of Dawn. All Daxdians nearby immediately scattered in their flight, but Apeiron was completely disinterested and simply flew back to the fortress. The wing was thrown down below, only to be caught by Rundstedt who bowed to her before lifting it proudly in the presence of all the warriors.

Blood immediately started boiling with passion. Blackwing’s presence had barely been kept in check by Beye, but that gave the Daxdians the freedom to do whatever they wished in the vicinity of the fortress. They had almost seemed like they were toying with their food for an entire year now, but all of that had been paid back in less than three minutes. Apeiron’s dominance was obvious for all to see.
Heisa

A burly barbarian who had an extremely unique appearance, that of a beast head placed on a body of steel. He suddenly grinned to reveal a mouth full of crooked teeth, shreds of meat still stuck in from the night before. The youth had tanned skin that was tainted by bloodstains that had accumulated over a long period of time. Four long crooked teeth.

level 18. Heisa used an axe.
Core-Melting Explosion

**Core-Melting Explosion** is Richard Archeron's first-ever spell to reach legendary might. It was also one of the longest to chant since it was the amalgamation of his entire arsenal of fire attributes. A combination of the life laws, lava flames, abyssal flames, and blue moon flames of destruction.

At level 21, it only took a three-minute chant to launch a legendary Core-Melting Explosion
Legendary Realm

Once in the legendary realm, every level was difficult to cross.

The biggest advantage of being in the legendary realm wasn’t pure might but the ability to somewhat control the laws of existence. Even an artificial product like Stardragon was difficult to face; defeating them was one thing, but leaving them with no way to run was another problem entirely. Given the strength of Richard’s party, it would be easy to beat a legend. However, killing one wasn’t a guarantee at all.

Richard himself was still somewhat scared of offending a deity completely. If he truly pushed one to the edge, they could abandon all honour and send a powerful avatar to engage in guerilla warfare. A sneak attack here, an assassination there… such a strategy was almost impossible to counter. It was the same reason legends were so respected in Norland; angering one just wasn’t a good idea. 6;10

## Legendary Mage

Probably the most illustrious of legends were the mages. All of them were referred to as "Your Excellency."

A legendary mage was someone who possessed a large amount of wealth, a demiplane, and legendary spell(s).

Level 22 at some point; crystallised mana was now flowing in his veins, pulling a stray mote of the plane’s origin energy into him. This strand was for him to do with as he saw fit; he could just meld it into his mana pool, or he could use it to strengthen parts of his body or aura. The number of possible uses depended on his control of the plane’s laws; there were incidents in history of people advancing in planes that they weren’t familiar with that led to random bonuses. Mages with increased strength or warriors with a boosted mana pool were only some of the possible results.