He didn't know how much time had passed, but in his dazed state, Lear felt that every cell in his body was undergoing a transformation.
Deep within my soul, I felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.
It was like someone who had been thirsty for ten days in the desert finally drinking clean water.
After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes.
At this moment, an unprecedented energy surged within him.
Concentrating on his senses, a dark blue energy vortex, like an ocean vortex devouring everything, quietly emerged in his mind.
A word immediately comes to mind—
Seed of Magic!
He's condensed a seed of magic?!
He became a mage!
Lear was overjoyed.
Hahaha!!
Finally, I stepped onto the path of the extraordinary.
Extraordinary! The only and most direct path to advancement in this world!
More importantly, if one continues to grow extraordinary, one will eventually be able to destroy a city single-handedly, break mountains and split seas with bare hands, and possess unparalleled power!
Things that can only exist in fantasy on Earth can be done in this fantasy world!
His emotions immediately surged.
The Seed of Life is the Knight's path to transcendence; it will condense within the heart.
The Seed of Magic, a path to transcendence for mages, gathers in the mind.
The two are not the same, but both are beyond the reach of ordinary people!
Take a deep breath and sense again. Suddenly, you discover that at the center of the vortex of the Seed of Magic, a broken, pale blue crystal is floating in the magic.
Swamp Godhood!
The moment he sensed the divine essence, a panel quietly appeared in Lear's mind.
Lil Els
[Identity]: Pioneer Lord
[Territory]: None available
[Level]: Apprentice Mage (Level 3)
[Magic Power]: 300
[Potential]: 2 stars (Promotion progress: 1%) (Level cap: 9)
[Racial Talent]: Learning. Can learn knowledge from any race.
[Skill]: Touch of Wetlands (1 star, can be upgraded) Releases a burst of life-giving energy that covers a 3*3 meter area, which can accelerate the recovery of injuries and restore up to 15% of health. The recovery effect is increased to 30% when applied to swamp creatures.
Divine Remnant Power (1 star, can be upgraded) emanates the residual power of the Swamp God, intimidating the target. If the intimidation is successful, it will leave a mark on the target's soul, making them eternally subservient. The worse the target's condition and the weaker their resistance, the higher the success rate. If the intimidation fails, the target will fall into rage and retaliate with a counterattack.
[Divinity]: Swamp (10%)
[Power]: Not in control
[Evaluation]: The fate of a lord who has mastered the swamp godhood has been quietly altered.
His detailed attributes are displayed above.
Is this an additional function of the intelligence system activated?
Lear was extremely excited, because from then on he would have a more direct understanding of his own power.
Continuing to look, it became clear that he had not yet awakened any power before, but in just ten hours, he had directly become a Level 3 Apprentice Mage.
Furthermore, it gained two upgradable skills: Wetland Touch and Divine Might.
Lear felt the magic seed at work and was in a wonderful mood.
This feeling is so comfortable!
But the most important gain was still divinity!
Concentrate your senses and focus on the core area of the Seed of Magic, where the broken and incomplete glass sphere emits a ghostly blue light and an indescribable pressure.
It's as if an ancient deity was being conceived within it.
The shattered divine essence of the Swamp God!
This broken divine essence represents a full 10% of the total. If the remaining fragments of the divine essence are gathered in the future, he will become a true god!
Reach the pinnacle of this world.
She slowly stood up, drew back the curtains, and looked out the window.
As the sun slowly sets in the west, its afterglow illuminates half the sky, and the colorful sunset glow is as vibrant as if it were scorched by flames.
The magnificent and bustling city flows through my pupils.
Lear could hear his own heart pounding loudly and powerfully.
A smile curved his lips, which then gradually became arrogant and unrestrained.
Extend your right hand and slowly clench it in front of you. At this moment, the whole world is in your hands!
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The next day, July 9th.
This was an insignificant day among countless days and nights, but for the pioneering lord who was about to head to the wilderness to conquer new lands for the kingdom, it was an extremely important day.
Today, they will choose the territory they will develop and receive the resources for that development.
For nobles supported by powerful families, these supplies were better than nothing.
But for impoverished nobles, this resource was a matter of life and death.
At nine o'clock in the morning, carriages arrived at the eastern entrance of the Grand Duke's residence.
This is the administrative center of Loran City, where an administrative body composed of thousands of government officials efficiently handles affairs throughout Loran City.
Some government decrees can even directly affect the situation in the northern provinces.
Today's pioneering lords have gathered in one of the spacious halls as instructed.
When Lear arrived, there were already hundreds of people inside.
They gathered in twos and threes to chat.
However, they were all quite restrained and did not make any loud noises.
Lear changed into a black noble robe embroidered with a golden phoenix flower pattern—the only thing the original owner couldn't bear to sell, the last thing the Els family left him.
The golden phoenix flower is the emblem of the Els family.
Before inheriting the title, he was even deprived of the right to wear clothing bearing the family crest—a privilege enjoyed only by nobles!
If anyone is found to be impersonating a nobleman or wearing clothing bearing noble crests without authorization, they will be severely punished according to imperial law!
At best, half of their family property would be confiscated; at worst, they would be exiled to the army.
To maintain their class privileges, the noble lords who wield power are resolute and ruthless.
Inside the room were hundreds of people, each standing tall, displaying their family crests. No matter how down on their luck they were, they could not tarnish the glory of their nobility.
Seeing that the ceremony had not yet begun, Lear found an empty spot and sat down.
The moment their bottoms touched the stool, two nobles dressed in pure white aristocratic robes, with long golden hair flowing down their shoulders and heads held high, also sat down to one side.
Both of them wore arrogant expressions, ignoring everyone else, and started chatting amongst themselves.
The older ones were filled with emotion.
"Every year before the pioneering lords set off, the Grand Duke would send a trusted confidant to offer his blessings and encouragement; five years ago, the Grand Duke even attended in person."
"I really envy those guys, to be able to meet such a legendary figure as the Grand Duke."
"That was the most powerful transcendent being in my Northern Territory. A hundred years ago, he killed an adult dragon with his bare hands!"
The younger one said arrogantly.
"Once we establish a town in the occupied wilderness, the Grand Duke will naturally summon us!"
The other party nodded approvingly.
"That's true."
"However, it is said that Princess Felena may come this year to encourage and guide you to put this into practice."
His tone became somewhat fervent as he spoke.
"The Flower of the North, the Loran Rose!"
"What an honor it would be to be personally awarded the medal by him!"
The young nobleman's eyes lit up as well.
"I've heard that no suitor has yet won His Highness's favor. If we could even catch His Highness's eye, it would be worth dying for!"
Lear listened silently, a subtle look in his eyes.
Borrowing money... Well, in the eyes of ordinary people, Felena, the eldest daughter of the Grand Duchess, is truly a goddess-like figure.
He didn't care about the other party's status or position. The only thing that intrigued him was what kind of reward this princess of Loran City would offer.
She's a goddess, she can't possibly do anything bad.
Suddenly, the murmurs of the crowd gradually subsided until it fell completely silent.
Lear noticed something was wrong and immediately turned to look.
At the main entrance, a stunningly beautiful figure, dressed in an elegant white embroidered tassel dress and wearing pure black openwork printed gloves, slowly walked in.
The long, flaxen hair behind my head seemed to float in water, weightless and undulating.
Her features were exquisite and flawless, and her eyes were deep and blue, like the purest gemstones, captivating all who beheld them.
Every move she makes exudes elegance and classicism, a feast for the eyes.
Wherever it goes, it feels like springtime with flowers in bloom and a gentle breeze on your face.
Like the warm winter sun, it is breathtaking.
It inspires wonderful daydreams.
Princess Philena
These pioneering lords only now began to realize the truth.
One by one, they excitedly placed their hands on their chests and bowed, paying homage to this flower of the North, the star of the Empire.
Express your truest feelings in the most humble way.
The two proud descendants of nobles beside him were so excited that their faces turned red. They suddenly knelt down on one knee, as if they wanted to climb up and kiss the path the other had walked.
That posture left Lear in awe.
Step by step, that stunning figure moved through the crowd, her gaze landing on Lear, who stood calmly.
Their eyes met.
Lear gently placed his right hand on his shoulder and lowered his head slightly.
A standard aristocratic greeting gift.
A smile appeared in Philena's eyes, and she returned the greeting by gently patting her shoulder with her right hand.
As for the others, they were all treated as subordinates or even servants.
As the respected one, she only needed to nod in acknowledgment.
Only a companion is worthy of her returning the gift.
"Good day, Your Excellency Lear Els."
When the other party spoke first, Lear nodded slightly.
Good day, Your Highness Philena.
The two noble descendants kneeling on one knee suddenly raised their heads and looked at Lear beside them.
His eyes were filled with astonishment.
Who is this person? Why would they receive a personal greeting from a goddess?
Their solemn knightly salute couldn't even attract a second glance from the other party.
The two of them inexplicably felt like comical clowns in a circus, trying to make people laugh.
The knightly etiquette that symbolized honor became extremely awkward.