This information actually originated from 3 years ago.
The Evil God of information called Bardimor descended in Lohr and uttered his true name to collect more information through mutual communication.
At the time, quite a few people of Lohr became a victim of this, many of them were overloaded with information and fell comatose, while others had their heads exploded.
Chromie was also one of the affected parties during that event, having his information forcefully extracted. However, since he later sacrificed his sense of pain and obtained the Fearless Aura, he managed to cut off the information extraction as well as retained a bit of it.
This information happened to be related to a certain underground treasure trove in Lohr.
However, the arrest and interrogation that followed that event caused Chromie to ignore this treasure trove and forget about it.
It was only today that he recalled this knowledge again.
Bardimor’s information extraction didn’t allow him to extract any information he wanted; the information must be somehow related to the person he was extracting from, either he must have come into contact with it, or one of his ancestors had.
Chromie belonged to the Farnate family, the keepers of the elven history, although they had discarded almost everything related to this, some things were still hidden within their bloodline.
Borrowing Bardimor’s influence at the time, Chromie had obtained some information from the underground ruins, which had now resurfaced under his ring’s reminder.
“This is… the Ring of Moonlight!” Chromie raised his hand up to his eye level. The next words he uttered were instinctively rhythmic, almost like a chant or a reciting of poems, spoken subconsciously with the language of the elves: “May the Moon be with you!”
As soon as these words of prayers were uttered with the elven language, the ring began to give off a pure light of the moon. Completely unlike the ominous, wicked moonlight outside, this moonlight gave Chromie a gentle feeling, almost like that of his late mother.
Chromie’s mother had already passed away over 10 years ago, while his father only pursued authority and sent him to the Academic City to study. Although his concerns towards Chromie never waned, it was still missing quite a bit compared to the love of a mother.
As the moonlight appeared, Chromie felt like he was in his mother’s embrace once again, consoling him of the hardship and suffering of the past few years.
He, for the sake of his father’s dream, had given up a lot of things, especially for his latest sacrifice, which was done during his raid that destroyed the Hermit Order’s branch headquarters. He sacrificed his love in exchange for inexhaustible stamina and an inhuman constitution.
For that reason, the only emotions he now held towards Olga were that of shame and self-inflicted debt, but no love or affection of any kind.
This was essentially the same as him giving up his life as a human.
At this very moment, feeling the warmth like that of his mother, he shed a single tear. Under the ring’s influence, his body became incorporeal before re-manifesting in front of a large gate.
…
〖 So it has finally begun? 〗on top of the clock tower, Negary was standing at the highest position to observe the city below. He had already learned about the underground ruins from Farnate a long time ago.
The fact that Darr managed to accidentally discover the underground ruin was also thanks to Negary’s guidance, or rather, everything that happened so far was completely in Negary’s palm, including this Moonlight Ring.
In reality, if Negary hadn’t arranged a receiver magic formation, how would the ring have transported anyone with its near-depleted energy?
〖 Darr, I can give you a chance, whether or not you can grasp it will depend on yourself 〗Negary didn’t really hold this teenager that he happened to save a few years ago in very high regards; if it wasn’t Darr, there were still many others to replace him in this role.
However, Negary treated those loyal to him well, he was willing to grant them a few opportunities, as long as those people actually had the capabilities to grab those opportunities.
…
Within the silent ruin, Darr was holding his head while leaning on a pillar when a man suddenly appeared, a man that he recognized.
The emerald ring that emanated moonlight on Chromie’s hand was extremely eye-catching, and the ring on Darr’s finger was also reacting to it.
In the past, for the sake of his survival, Darr had sold the ring he picked up. However, after he became wealthy, he quickly bought that ring back. To him, this was a gift bestowed by Lord Negary, and one that he naturally carried with him all the time.
Right at this moment, he could sense some sort of connection between the ring on his hand and the ring on the other party’s hand, as if he could obtain something from it.
“So that’s how it is, this was the outcome you hoped for, wasn’t it? Lord Negary?” Darr was an extremely bright young man, after his run-in with Negary, he had always held a certain saying to heart:
[There are no coincidence in this world, everything that occurs have their own reasons to]
The one who was pursuing me was most likely this guy, Chromie.
The ring in his hand is somehow related to this ruin, and I’m also related to him.
“Mister Farnate, so the one who had been pursuing me was you” Darr didn’t try to escape and directly stepped out from the shadow.
As Chromie heard his voice, he also instinctively reacted and aimed his sword at Darr.
“You’re probably pursuing me because of Olga, aren’t you?” Darr smiled and said with a slight sarcastic tone, feeling no fear from Chromie’s actions. Apparently thinking of something very funny, he directly offered: “I can help you find Olga, how about it? Let’s cooperate”
“You’re most likely fusing with the Gear right as we speak. If I capture you, I’d still find out everything I need to, or perhaps even more” Chromie wasn’t caught up in Darr’s pace.
Although there are still a lot of unclear factors, holding the initiative is never a bad thing.
“If it was before, you might have been able to capture me without wasting much effort, but now…” Darr’s body nimbly leapt into the air and hovered there to avoid Chromie’s attack.
The ring in his hand was also giving off a glittering right. The receiver magic formation that Negary had arranged here provided power to both rings, although it benefited Darr more. A power familiar to him manifested from the ring, a huge amount of Psychokinetic force.
It felt like there was an external power source granting Darr the energy to use his own familiar abilities. With this power, Darr could now defend himself.
On the other hand, Chromie’s ring had no functions other than transporting him to this location.
Darr spread his arms wide causing the surrounding stone pillars to tremble. Several pieces of rubble, each the size of a human head shot like bullets towards Chromie.
At the same time, some dust on the ground had been blown into the air by Darr’s Psychokinetic wind, acting as a screen that cut off both side’s visions. Since Darr had thermal senses, he could still observe Chromie, but Chromie simply lost track of Darr’s position from losing visual contact.
Sensing the dust gathering towards him, Chromie imbued his sword with the bright red Fearless Spirit and cut off the force controlling that dust. He squinted his eyes and continued searching for Darr’s presence with his left eye that wasn’t sensitive to dust.
Three years of fighting as a Saint Hunter had turned Chromie into a true warrior, and he needed to win this battle, because only the victor stood to gain even more from it.
This information actually originated from 3 years ago.
The Evil God of information called Bardimor descended in Lohr and uttered his true name to collect more information through mutual communication.
At the time, quite a few people of Lohr became a victim of this, many of them were overloaded with information and fell comatose, while others had their heads exploded.
Chromie was also one of the affected parties during that event, having his information forcefully extracted. However, since he later sacrificed his sense of pain and obtained the Fearless Aura, he managed to cut off the information extraction as well as retained a bit of it.
This information happened to be related to a certain underground treasure trove in Lohr.
However, the arrest and interrogation that followed that event caused Chromie to ignore this treasure trove and forget about it.
It was only today that he recalled this knowledge again.
Bardimor’s information extraction didn’t allow him to extract any information he wanted; the information must be somehow related to the person he was extracting from, either he must have come into contact with it, or one of his ancestors had.
Chromie belonged to the Farnate family, the keepers of the elven history, although they had discarded almost everything related to this, some things were still hidden within their bloodline.
Borrowing Bardimor’s influence at the time, Chromie had obtained some information from the underground ruins, which had now resurfaced under his ring’s reminder.
“This is… the Ring of Moonlight!” Chromie raised his hand up to his eye level. The next words he uttered were instinctively rhythmic, almost like a chant or a reciting of poems, spoken subconsciously with the language of the elves: “May the Moon be with you!”
As soon as these words of prayers were uttered with the elven language, the ring began to give off a pure light of the moon. Completely unlike the ominous, wicked moonlight outside, this moonlight gave Chromie a gentle feeling, almost like that of his late mother.
Chromie’s mother had already passed away over 10 years ago, while his father only pursued authority and sent him to the Academic City to study. Although his concerns towards Chromie never waned, it was still missing quite a bit compared to the love of a mother.
As the moonlight appeared, Chromie felt like he was in his mother’s embrace once again, consoling him of the hardship and suffering of the past few years.
He, for the sake of his father’s dream, had given up a lot of things, especially for his latest sacrifice, which was done during his raid that destroyed the Hermit Order’s branch headquarters. He sacrificed his love in exchange for inexhaustible stamina and an inhuman constitution.
For that reason, the only emotions he now held towards Olga were that of shame and self-inflicted debt, but no love or affection of any kind.
This was essentially the same as him giving up his life as a human.
At this very moment, feeling the warmth like that of his mother, he shed a single tear. Under the ring’s influence, his body became incorporeal before re-manifesting in front of a large gate.
…
〖 So it has finally begun? 〗on top of the clock tower, Negary was standing at the highest position to observe the city below. He had already learned about the underground ruins from Farnate a long time ago.
The fact that Darr managed to accidentally discover the underground ruin was also thanks to Negary’s guidance, or rather, everything that happened so far was completely in Negary’s palm, including this Moonlight Ring.
In reality, if Negary hadn’t arranged a receiver magic formation, how would the ring have transported anyone with its near-depleted energy?
〖 Darr, I can give you a chance, whether or not you can grasp it will depend on yourself 〗Negary didn’t really hold this teenager that he happened to save a few years ago in very high regards; if it wasn’t Darr, there were still many others to replace him in this role.
However, Negary treated those loyal to him well, he was willing to grant them a few opportunities, as long as those people actually had the capabilities to grab those opportunities.
…
Within the silent ruin, Darr was holding his head while leaning on a pillar when a man suddenly appeared, a man that he recognized.
The emerald ring that emanated moonlight on Chromie’s hand was extremely eye-catching, and the ring on Darr’s finger was also reacting to it.
In the past, for the sake of his survival, Darr had sold the ring he picked up. However, after he became wealthy, he quickly bought that ring back. To him, this was a gift bestowed by Lord Negary, and one that he naturally carried with him all the time.
Right at this moment, he could sense some sort of connection between the ring on his hand and the ring on the other party’s hand, as if he could obtain something from it.
“So that’s how it is, this was the outcome you hoped for, wasn’t it? Lord Negary?” Darr was an extremely bright young man, after his run-in with Negary, he had always held a certain saying to heart:
[There are no coincidence in this world, everything that occurs have their own reasons to]
The one who was pursuing me was most likely this guy, Chromie.
The ring in his hand is somehow related to this ruin, and I’m also related to him.
“Mister Farnate, so the one who had been pursuing me was you” Darr didn’t try to escape and directly stepped out from the shadow.
As Chromie heard his voice, he also instinctively reacted and aimed his sword at Darr.
“You’re probably pursuing me because of Olga, aren’t you?” Darr smiled and said with a slight sarcastic tone, feeling no fear from Chromie’s actions. Apparently thinking of something very funny, he directly offered: “I can help you find Olga, how about it? Let’s cooperate”
“You’re most likely fusing with the Gear right as we speak. If I capture you, I’d still find out everything I need to, or perhaps even more” Chromie wasn’t caught up in Darr’s pace.
Although there are still a lot of unclear factors, holding the initiative is never a bad thing.
“If it was before, you might have been able to capture me without wasting much effort, but now…” Darr’s body nimbly leapt into the air and hovered there to avoid Chromie’s attack.
The ring in his hand was also giving off a glittering right. The receiver magic formation that Negary had arranged here provided power to both rings, although it benefited Darr more. A power familiar to him manifested from the ring, a huge amount of Psychokinetic force.
It felt like there was an external power source granting Darr the energy to use his own familiar abilities. With this power, Darr could now defend himself.
On the other hand, Chromie’s ring had no functions other than transporting him to this location.
Darr spread his arms wide causing the surrounding stone pillars to tremble. Several pieces of rubble, each the size of a human head shot like bullets towards Chromie.
At the same time, some dust on the ground had been blown into the air by Darr’s Psychokinetic wind, acting as a screen that cut off both side’s visions. Since Darr had thermal senses, he could still observe Chromie, but Chromie simply lost track of Darr’s position from losing visual contact.
Sensing the dust gathering towards him, Chromie imbued his sword with the bright red Fearless Spirit and cut off the force controlling that dust. He squinted his eyes and continued searching for Darr’s presence with his left eye that wasn’t sensitive to dust.
Three years of fighting as a Saint Hunter had turned Chromie into a true warrior, and he needed to win this battle, because only the victor stood to gain even more from it.
