Chapter 33: Groth Succeed

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Alix leans back in his chair, exhaling softly. His fingers drum against the wooden desk as he opens his system menu once more. The city's progress, population count, and the status of his subordinates are all displayed before him in crisp, floating text. "I guess I can only wait for now," he murmurs to himself. His eyes narrow slightly as he considers Groth's potential. "If he can really reach Level 300 using the skill books of the game... that would be incredible." It's not just about Groth's personal strength—it's about what it means. Because right now, his strongest subordinates, the ones he can revive, are limited. Their levels are fixed, unable to grow beyond what they were in the game. Alix frowns. "And since everything in this city is still bound to the game mechanics... then my subjects shouldn't be able to level up either." Alix exhales, crossing his arms. "But if this works..." His gaze sharpens. "I can also sell these skill books in the human kingdom and make a fortune in gold coins. Because that's what I need most right now." The idea lingers in his mind. Magic of this caliber—structured, guaranteed, and instantly learnable—would be priceless to the right buyers. Nobles, academies, even rogue mercenaries would kill for something like this. He leans back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the armrest. "I'll deal with that later. First, I need results." Three days pass. On the morning of the third day, as Alix reviews reports in his workspace, a faint ripple disturbs the air beside him. Without turning, he already knows who it is. A shadowy figure materializes, kneeling before him. "Your Majesty," the shadow reports in a low, steady voice. "Groth has succeeded." Alix stops, his fingers pausing mid-motion over his desk. His eyes narrow slightly, processing the words. "Successful?" he repeats, leaning forward. "Are you certain?" "Yes, Your Majesty. Groth has reached Level 300. His kin have also begun their ascension." Without another word, Alix opens his system and selects his destination. Aetheris Spire. In an instant, blue light engulfs him, and his surroundings distort. When the glow fades, he stands once more inside the towering structure. The second floor hums with magic. As he steps forward, his gaze falls upon Groth and his kin. Groth stands at the forefront, his presence markedly different from before. His aura burns hotter, more controlled, yet undeniably powerful. The embers in his eyes flickers, and the very air around him wavers slightly from residual heat. Behind him, a dozen mages kneel, their expressions a mix of awe and reverence. The magic in their bodies is still stabilizing, but the change is undeniable. Alix folds his arms, studying the scene. "It seems you've done well," he says. Groth steps forward and bows deeply. "Your Majesty, I have ascended." His voice holds none of the uncertainty from before—only conviction. "The Codex of Ascendance has granted me power beyond what I ever thought possible. And my kin... they are following the same path." Alix nods, his expression unreadable. "Then tell me—what has changed?" Groth clenches his fist, and a faint heat radiates from his body. "My control over fire has evolved. It no longer burns uncontrollably but bends to my will. I have gained knowledge beyond mere spells—I now understand the flow of magic itself. If I train further, I believe I can reach even greater heights." Alix listens, but his true focus is elsewhere. Without drawing attention, he subtly opens his system. A translucent screen materializes before his eyes—visible only to him. [Groth] Level: 301 (Tier 3 Mage) Race: Salamander Class: Mage He closes the screen with a mere thought before speaking again. "You have done well, Groth. Your progress is impressive." Groth lowers his head. "I only succeeded because of Your Majesty's guidance." Alix waves off the formality. "Spare me the flattery. What matters is what comes next." He scans the group of mages behind Groth. "Your kin—how many have reached Tier 2?" Groth turns slightly, glancing at them. "Two have ascended to tier 2, and five become a tier 1 mage. The remaining five are still adapting to the power. But given time, they will all rise." Alix considers this, his mind already calculating the possibilities. "Good. You will oversee their training. Make sure they do not stagnate." Groth places a fist over his chest. "As you command, Your Majesty." Alix gives a small nod, then his expression turns sharp. "Also, today is the meeting of you five regarding the attack on Misorn City." Groth's embers flare slightly at the mention. "Yes, Your Majesty," he replies without hesitation. Alix tilts his head. "Gather Nyssara, Thurn, and Veltha. The meeting must proceed without delay." Groth bows. "At once, Your Majesty." He turns swiftly, his robes flowing behind him as he moves with purpose. As Groth leaves to summon the others, Alix remains where he is, his mind already shifting to the next stage of his plan. --- The forest is quiet—unnaturally so. A thick canopy above shrouds the ground in darkness, the air dense with the scent of damp earth and moss. The only sounds are the faint crunch of boots against fallen leaves and the occasional rustle of shifting branches. Alix moves without a sound, his body concealed beneath the effects of his invisibility artifact. Beside him, Grixx, his follows in absolute silence. Ahead, Groth, Nyssara, Thurn, and Veltha walk toward the designated meeting area—a clearing deep within the forest, far from prying eyes. They move with purpose, their conversation low and focused. But Alix's attention is elsewhere. Tolga. He needs to confirm this monster's level before making a decision. If Tolga is over level 600, forcing him under his rule would be a little hard for now. A being of that strength wouldn't submit unless broken beyond recognition, and Alix doesn't have the manpower—or reluctant to use his items—for that. But based on this forest's ecosystem, it's unlikely. The monsters here are weak—barely above level 100. Even the strongest creatures should only hover around the 300s. That's where his estimation of Tolga lies.

Chapter 33: Groth Succeed

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