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"So... the emergency recall of all the Soul Keepers, and the ministers' undisguised joy, are likely related to Lord Kana's return?"

Varne looked at his sister beside him, his eyes filled with barely suppressed excitement, his voice trembling slightly with emotion.

Just as everyone was excitedly discussing the amazing changes that the leader's return might bring.

Without warning, a subtle and strange distortion occurred in the space at the edge of the training field, rippling outwards like transparent waves spreading across a calm surface of water after a pebble has been thrown in.

A young mage, dressed in the standard robes of the Night's Watch and bearing a conspicuous herald's insignia on his chest, stepped out from among them in an instant.

He landed steadily and precisely on the wide edge platform of the floating fortress, his movements clean and efficient.

He was clearly very familiar with the layout and environment of the fortress, and his steps were light and quick.

After his identity information was quickly scanned and confirmed by the Fortress Smart Defense System, he strode straight toward the noisy core area of ​​the training ground, his face showing a familiar expression.

"Hey, Captain Varne! Captain Arya! They're both here, training's really intense."

The messenger quickly approached and greeted the two captains familiarly, his tone relaxed and natural.

"What brings you here? I just flew back and haven't even caught my breath yet, and you've already shown up at my door? That's incredibly fast," Varn asked, somewhat surprised.

The appearance of a messenger usually indicates that there are important matters or matters that require formal face-to-face confirmation, and that they are specifically dispatched to deliver orders in person.

For other routine notifications or task updates, sending messages via an encrypted channel is perfectly sufficient.

This young messenger mage was often in charge of coordinating affairs between the two sibling teams due to his duties, so they were all quite familiar with each other.

The other person's gaze swept quickly across Arya's spirited face and Varn's energetic face, two faces with similar features but different temperaments. Then, he rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and spoke with a tone of helpless teasing that only acquaintances would use.

"I just received the confirmation from your Vane Squad in the system less than half a day ago that you had completed the return to the team, and then an emergency mission was suddenly assigned. I rushed here as fast as I could, using teleportation and flying all the way."

"You think I came here specifically for your two teams?"

He shrugged, spread his hands, and gave a "I'm helpless too" look.

He paused, his sharp gaze sweeping quickly over the ten elite Soul Guardians gathered there.

Including Arya, an absolute powerhouse exuding a calm and legendary aura, and the other nine elite level ten members, represented by Vain, whose calm and restrained auras clearly indicated that they had been through countless battles, each of them appeared capable and efficient.

Within the Soul Guardian Legion, a hierarchy teeming with powerful warriors and fiercely competitive.

While these two teams may not be among the top-tier elite teams, they are certainly not at the bottom either, and are considered reliable core forces.

The young messenger's eyes involuntarily revealed a hint of undisguised, heartfelt envy, and he clicked his tongue in a sigh.

"Tsk tsk, the core members of the two key teams, 'Silver Blade' and 'Stardust Watchers', are all gathered here now, exactly ten of them."

"Although you are not one of the top legendary teams in the overall ranking of the Soul Guardians Legion, this sudden stroke of good fortune and the precious opportunity that is about to befall you..."

"It's really...so enviable." His tone was full of envy.

His words were like a depth charge dropped into a calm lake, instantly silencing the Soul Keepers who were just immersed in the exciting news of Lord Kana's possible return. The air seemed to freeze, and you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were focused on the messenger mage like searchlights, their gazes filled with eager questions and an irrepressible anticipation, as if they wanted to ignite him.

Just as they had vaguely sensed in their conversation.

At this point, the messenger took the initiative to come to their door. His purpose was very likely related to the mysterious high-level meeting that had taken place earlier, and perhaps even... directly related to their revered leader, Lord Kana!
This is enough to make anyone's heart race and fill them with anticipation.

The "opportunity" he spoke of, which was so enviable, was clearly the real reason behind the perplexing early recall of all personnel and the mysterious smiles on the ministers' faces. Moreover, this opportunity seemed to be closely linked to the fate of the ten elite Soul Guardians before them.

He was met with the intense, piercing gazes of the crowd, as well as the silent questions that threatened to overwhelm him.

The messenger was clearly caught off guard by this sudden enthusiasm, and subconsciously took a small step back, a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't rush!" He quickly raised his hands in surrender, a helpless yet amused expression on his face, and raised his voice slightly to drown out the invisible din. "I haven't finished speaking yet! I understand your enthusiasm, but at least let me finish conveying the message!"

Only then did the crowd manage to suppress their boiling emotions and slightly tone down their overly direct gazes, but their eyes remained fixed on him, burning with an uncontrollable flame of excitement, as if it were about to burst forth at any moment. The air was filled with a tense yet expectant atmosphere.

The messenger cleared his throat and looked around at the crowd, which had quieted down but the atmosphere had become even more tense.

His face once again displayed that sly smile, tinged with a hint of smugness and envy, the kind he wore when sharing insider gossip.

“Ahem, you guessed right,” he lowered his voice, as if revealing some incredible secret, creating an air of mystery, “that top-level conference a few days ago that lasted three days and three nights, leaving the ministers exhausted…”

He paused deliberately, whetting everyone's appetite, before continuing.

"The core of the discussion is that thing constructed by the returning leader—that mysterious space known as the 'Legendary Dungeon'!"

He emphasized the words "legendary instance" and sure enough, everyone's breath hitched slightly, and their pupils dilated in shock.

Because it bears the word "legend," it carries a lot of weight.

"I was on site as a recorder."

The messenger puffed out his chest, seemingly emphasizing the authority and immediacy of his source, and his tone became more vivid.

"Wow, that scene...tsk tsk, you guys didn't see it with your own eyes!"

He began to describe it vividly, with a touch of mischievous amusement and imitation:

"As soon as Lady Alyris and the others mentioned the existence and function of this space, the entire conference room instantly erupted in chaos! This instance space can help the brothers who are stuck at the peak of level ten to quickly comprehend the rules and break through to the legendary level?"
"My God! This news is like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pan—it's caused an uproar! All the ministers are in an uproar!"

"The next three days, well, they turned into a fierce 'snap-up contest'." He mimicked the ministers' heated arguments with great skill.

"The Guardians of Light Legion had the loudest voices. General Blake, who is usually so calm and dignified, argued his case, slamming his fist on the table and saying that their legion had the largest number of members, the highest proportion of veterans stuck at level ten, and the heaviest pressure on the front lines, so the quotas must be given to them first!"

"and then."

He then changed the subject and began imitating another character.

"Lady Poppot of the Alchemy Laboratory—oh, now I should formally call her Her Majesty Poppot—though she herself didn't come, her deputy was equally assertive, speaking with a loud voice. "They say that although their laboratory's technical backbone isn't as numerous as the legion, each and every one of them is a precious asset crucial to the advancement of the core project, and their breakthroughs are equally urgent!"

"That old scholar over at the main library is in a similar mood, quoting extensively from classical texts to emphasize the importance of those who transmit knowledge..."

Everyone's attention was still highly focused on the explosive news of the legendary dungeon.

The true changes brought about by the new, esteemed title "Your Majesty Pope" in the messenger's words, and the astonishing amount of information contained therein, were not yet fully digested and understood by them.

"And Lord Lurek of the expedition team, the logistics department, the intelligence department... Good heavens!"

The messenger shrugged, giving him a knowing look.

"Which department doesn't have a few core members who have been stuck at level 10 for years, working hard and eagerly hoping for a breakthrough? Which department head doesn't want to seek benefits for their capable colleagues? The scene is simply amazing!"

He then explained the background of the Night's Watch's rapid upgrades:

The Night Watch's unique system dictates that members can progress from level one to ten in relatively few years, especially now that battles against the Void are occurring in various places.

Before the Void's full-scale invasion and when wars were less frequent, many people had to wait to enter the Tower of Trials for training or gain enough experience through other means to level up.

With the continuous arrival of the Void Vanguard, gaining experience has become much easier. As long as you dare to fight and take risks, your strength will increase at an almost rapid pace.

Over the years, how many Night's Watch members have reached level ten?

Countless, forming a huge base.

Moreover, this number has been growing rapidly in recent years due to frequent wars and plunder.

The Night Watch has too many experts at levels eight, nine, and ten, which is one of the important reasons why the Night Watch can stand firmly at the top of all forces.

"That wrangling," the messenger mage recalled, his face bearing a look of "unbearable recollection," "from the allocation of quotas to the detailed rules of the recommendation process, from the personnel selection criteria to how to connect subsequent tasks, and then to what to do if it failed and how to give a unified explanation to the outside world."

"My goodness, we argued about every single detail for ages! My pen almost burned from writing so much! My wrist is still sore."

He dramatically flicked his wrist, as if it were a real event.

"Three whole days!"

He emphasized the point.

"The ministers, who are usually so dignified, were arguing so heatedly that their faces turned red and their necks were thick. They threw away all their usual image and dignity, just to fight for even one more precious opportunity for their departments."

"In the end, it was Lady Alyris who made the final decision, and after taking into account the technical department's precise explanation of the space's carrying capacity and operating mechanism, that we finally managed to finalize this incredibly complex but relatively fair process and allocation plan."

At this point, the messenger's gaze fell once again on the ten members of the two teams in front of him.

That undisguised, tangible envy flowed from his eyes once again, even more intense than before, almost turning into starry eyes.

"so……"

His voice carried a heartfelt emotion and a hint of barely perceptible bitterness as his gaze lingered on Arya and the Vayne siblings.

"According to the final plan, considering the special status of the Soul Guardians, their past illustrious achievements, and... well, the special 'identity and background' of your two teams."

He glanced subtly at Arya and the Vayne siblings, hinting at their lineage.

"'Silver Blade' and 'Stardust Watchers', you two teams have been honored to be selected as the first echelon to enter the 'Legendary Dungeon' space."

“In other words,” he raised his voice, with a pronouncement, “you will be the first members of the entire Night's Watch to receive this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that could change your destiny!”

"boom--!"

Despite having a premonition, when the unequivocal and weighty term "first echelon" was clearly and forcefully uttered from the messenger mage's mouth, the entire training ground instantly boiled over like a powder keg that had been ignited.

The enormous sound almost lifted the roof off.

"First group! We're the first one?!"

Varn clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his young face flushed red with immense surprise, and his chest heaved violently.

His teammates behind him were so excited they could hardly contain themselves, pounding each other's shoulders and letting out unrestrained cheers and shouts filled with ecstasy; some even jumped up in excitement.

"Great! Finally... finally I have a chance! Ten years!!"

The usually composed dwarven shield warrior in the group was now so excited that his voice trembled, his eyes glistened with tears, and his rough hands gripped the edge of his shield tightly.

He had been stuck at the peak of level 10 for a full ten years. Despite his arduous training day after day, he could not see the light of a breakthrough. At this moment, all that deep torment turned into a burst of ecstatic joy.

The elven mage Lina clutched her precious staff tightly, her usually calm and composed face flushed with excitement as she murmured to herself in a dreamlike, ethereal voice.

“Legend...rules...my God, Lord Cana…”

She glanced instinctively at Captain Arya beside her, her eyes filled with complex gratitude and boundless anticipation for the future.

As the team's most talented member besides Arya, she had also gazed up at that unattainable legendary realm countless times in the quiet of the night, knowing full well how deep the chasm was.

Now, this heavy door seems to be slowly opening a crack for her.

Even Arya, the only legendary powerhouse in the team, couldn't help but show a genuine smile of relief and excitement, her lips curving upwards.

She knew better than anyone how much hardship her brother Vayne and the other team members had endured and how much pressure they had silently borne in their quest for the Legend title.

Especially Varne, as her younger brother, she had always seen his stubborn determination to prove himself based on his own strength, not wanting to live in his sister's shadow forever.

Seeing them all receive such a precious opportunity that could rewrite their destiny, a warm current of joy surged within her.

However, after the overwhelming surge of joy, some more realistic thoughts and anxieties began to surface like reefs. (End of Chapter)