Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Cavendish looked at the handsome young man before him, a sense of understanding flashing through his mind.

No wonder the prophet Madora asked the Pale Wings to bring a connoisseur when she was trading treasures.

It turns out that the prophesied son he designated was the son-in-law of the Pale Wings.

Cavendish said no more.

He slowly raised a hand wrapped in a gray robe, and the space above his palm distorted silently.

A cube, composed of pure law runes and shimmering with a faint golden light, slowly emerged.

"Om-!"

As Cavendish's fingertips slid, the runic chains on the cube's surface spun rapidly as if alive.

The golden light suddenly intensified, and then a cold, deathly aura burst forth from the disassembled cube.

Cohen felt as if an invisible, icy hand was gripping his heart tightly.

His gaze was fixed on the core of the cube. When the golden light dissipated, the cube unfolded like petals, revealing the object that was quietly suspended inside.

Cohen's body jolted uncontrollably.

An indescribable throbbing and sense of familiarity, originating from the depths of his blood and the very source of his soul, overwhelmed his reason.

What floats silently at the core of the cube is not some rare treasure, but a complex and mysterious blueprint.

The paper is a deep, almost black, dark brown with slightly curled and rough edges, as if it has been weathered by the passage of time.

Aziz Wenze frowned slightly, a hint of confusion and disappointment flashing in his eyes.
He had expected Mr. Sean to bring some rare and precious treasure, but instead it turned out to be just an old blueprint that looked rather ordinary.

He subconsciously glanced at Cruz Dela beside him, whose shadow beneath his hood remained motionless, his deep green eyes like a bottomless pool, revealing no emotion.

Gabriel Dela also tilted his head slightly, seemingly trying to carefully examine the patterns on the drawing, but there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The representatives of the other three wings looked at each other, their faces filled with doubt and confusion.

This is a treasure involving "ancient secrets"? It looks... less valuable than a high-level magic scroll.

Upon seeing the blueprints, Cohen was utterly shocked, his heart filled with a mixture of extreme astonishment and indescribable elation.

Divine and Demonic Equipment Blueprints!

These are definitely blueprints for divine and demonic equipment!
Having already acquired two divine and demonic equipment pieces, the "Star Guardian Armor" and the "Phantom Dragon Wing Cloak," Cohen possessed an unparalleled familiarity with the aura, characteristics, and unique, profound nature of these divine and demonic equipment.

Not to mention the equipment depicted in this blueprint, whose reputation was enough to drive all players crazy even in the game world of my previous life.

Shadow Annihilation Crossbow!
Among the ten divine and demonic equipment, it is the only ranged attack artifact!
It is hailed as the 'God-Slaying Crossbow' and the 'Annihilation String'!
In Cohen's mind, it was as if a long-sealed Pandora's box had been opened, and countless pieces of information about this divine and demonic equipment surged forth like a torrent:

[Annihilation Arrow]: The Shadow Annihilation Crossbow does not fire physical arrows, but rather highly condensed and compressed shadow power.

Arrows are formless and intangible, ignoring physical defenses and most energy shields, directly impacting the very essence of the target's existence.

【Breath of Annihilation】: The crossbow has an absolute concealment field. When activated, the presence of the wielder and the crossbow itself will be compressed to almost zero.

Cohen never expected that this blueprint for a divine and demonic equipment, which even no player could obtain in his previous life, would actually appear in front of him like this.

In the game's setting of the previous life, this blueprint belonged to the head of the seven elemental gods of the divine realm, a supreme being who surpassed the Ice Goddess Daphne and held the power of light—the Goddess of Light, Erisel Dawn.

It is hidden deep within the most core sacred relic treasury of the Temple of Light, sealed by countless sacred runes and the laws of light.

It is an ultimate forbidden item that is absolutely impossible for players to obtain.

There are no walkthroughs, no quest lines, and no hidden dungeons.

In Cohen's previous gaming career, countless top guilds and god-level players had spent countless efforts and tried every possible path.

In the end, all they could do was gaze longingly at the blurry yet fatally alluring equipment illustration in the official setting book.

This is a universally acknowledged god-tier treasure that is impossible for players to obtain.

And now, it has appeared in the hands of this mysterious man who calls himself "Sean," just like that?
They appeared before him?

A strong sense of doubt instantly overwhelmed his ecstatic heart!

fake?

Could it be some kind of sophisticated illusion, or some carefully designed trap, to test the depths of this "son of prophecy"?

However, before Cohen could delve deeper into the matter, a surge of emotion and calling from the deepest part of his soul and the very source of his blood surged into his heart.

familiar!

So familiar!

It was a resonance at the soul level that transcended sight, perception, and even memory itself.

It was as if this blueprint was a part that had been torn from his soul, and now... it had finally returned!
Meanwhile, the leaders of the Pale Wings had already circulated the blueprints among themselves.

Aside from the Darkwing family sensing an extremely faint yet real tremor and resonance originating from the depths of their bloodline in the blueprints.

The reactions of the others were quite indifferent.

After all, the Shadow Annihilation Crossbow has been extinct for tens of thousands of years, and no one can recognize it.

Only then did they notice Cohen's unusual behavior.

Aziz asked:
"Do you know what this is?"

Cohen withdrew his burning gaze, took the blueprints from Aziz's hands, and a feeling of blood connection welled up within him, as if this thing was originally meant to belong to him.

There's no mistake, it's definitely the Shadow Annihilation Crossbow.

It should originate from the same source as its own Shadow plane.

Legend has it that the Shadow Annihilation Crossbow was originally crafted by the God of Shadow for his Shadow Guards.

Cohen did not immediately answer his father-in-law Aziz's question.

His gaze slowly shifted from the deadly allure of the blueprint in his hand, fixing firmly on the mysterious figure shrouded in a gray cloak opposite him—Mr. Sean.

Cohen's voice was deep and steady:
"Mr. Sean, may I ask where you got this?"

Cavendish clearly caught the deliberately concealed wariness in Cohen's eyes, chuckled inwardly, and calmly replied:

"It is a family heirloom passed down through generations. As for its specific origin, it is too ancient and the family records are already blurred."

Only some vague fragments remain, said to have been accidentally obtained by ancestors in some ancient ruins.

Only one thing remains: our ancestors left behind a precept mentioning that the secrets contained in this blueprint involve the mysteries of an ancient era.

A family heirloom?

Could it be that you are people of the Goddess of Light?

Cohen, of course, didn't believe Sean's explanation at all.

In his previous life, he was a top-tier player and had an extremely thorough understanding of the game's background settings.

This blueprint undoubtedly belongs to the goddess of light, Erithel.

There is absolutely no possibility that it is a "family heirloom of the Sean family"; there must be a shocking secret hidden behind it.

A strong sense of unease and vigilance gripped his heart like cold vines.

This "Sean" is definitely not simple. What is his purpose in handing over this blueprint?
But faced with a blueprint for a powerful and offensive divine and demonic equipment, he really had no reason to refuse.

He currently possesses the "Star Guardian Armor," which is defensive, and the "Phantom Dragon Wing Cloak," which is speed-oriented; he's just missing a powerful offensive piece of equipment.

The Shadow Annihilation Crossbow is absolutely perfect for this task.

From this point on, he will truly possess the leverage to control his own destiny in the coming chaotic world of gods and demons, and even to manipulate the chessboard of the gods.

The temptation is too great!
It was big enough for him to temporarily suppress all his unease and vigilance, big enough for him to be willing to take unknown risks.

After a moment's thought, Cohen gave Aziz a wink.

After greeting Sean, Aziz went out for a private talk with Cohen.

Cohen asked in a low voice:

"Uncle, what is the background of this Sean family? Is it credible?"

Aziz answered very affirmatively:
"Don't worry about him, he's absolutely reliable. He won't harm our Pale Wings."

Throughout history, the Pale Wings have faced several crises, and the Sean family has always helped us overcome them.

Every time the Pale Wings are on the verge of breaking, the Sean family appears.

Like a shadow guarding the edge of a cliff, it catches our falling wings at the most critical moment.

Without them, the glory of the Five Wings Soaring High would have long since fallen to dust.

Actually, we all wanted to include the Sean family in the sixth wing of the Pale Wings, but they have never agreed.

In short, as long as the blueprints are beneficial to you, you don't need to worry about the other party's position.

Go ahead and trade freely; this trust is an ironclad contract that time cannot erase.

Cohen nodded thoughtfully, and the two returned to the secret room. Cohen asked Sean:

"Mr. Sean, what price are you prepared to offer?"

Cavendish said with a faint smile:

"That depends on His Majesty Corleone's assessment of this treasure."

Cohen fell into deep thought. Was this a test of his judgment?

He spoke slowly:
"How about the blueprints for the Phantom Dragon Wing Cloak?"

Use one blueprint for a divine or demonic equipment to exchange for a new blueprint for a divine or demonic equipment.

This is the most suitable offer.

Since Aziz is certain that the Sean family are his own people, and that each generation has been traveling alone, then giving them a set of blueprints for divine and demonic equipment from the Eastern Empire is the perfect solution.

Upon hearing this, the others were also slightly moved.

Cohen's words made them realize that the blueprints provided by the Sean family were actually blueprints for divine and demonic equipment.

They couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise and realization. The continent was about to descend into chaos, and the immense significance of a blueprint for divine and demonic equipment that could enhance military strength and change the course of the war was self-evident.

In particular, their Pale Wings are already firmly bound to Effie, and everyone knows how much a divine and demonic equipment can improve Effie's overall strength.

As in history, the Sean family extended a helping hand when the Pale Wings were in crisis.

Cavendish listened to Cohen's quote, smiled faintly, put down the drawings, and said:

"Our Sean family is not interested in the struggle for supremacy on the continent, and the divine and demonic equipment is of no use to us."

"Please, Your Majesty Corleone, remember this favor we've done!"

……

In the elegant halls and corridors of the state guesthouse, the magic crystal lamps cast a soft glow, and the air was filled with the scent of expensive fragrant wood.

Cohen appeared at the end of the corridor, his brows furrowed, and stopped in front of a door carved with intricate vine patterns—

This is Windsordler's room.

Raise your hand and gently knock on the door:

"Windsor, open the door, I need to talk to you about something."

Soon, faint footsteps came from inside the door, and then the door slid open silently a crack, revealing Windsordler's figure behind it.

She seemed to have just woken up from an afternoon nap, wearing a loose and comfortable moon-white elven silk robe, her long silver hair draped lazily over her shoulders.

Her chest was covered in a large expanse of fair skin that seemed to shimmer with light.

It possesses a captivating charm and allure.

After welcoming Cohen into the room, the elf lady walked to the mirror and tied up her disheveled long hair, her voice carrying a subtle hint of allure:
"What are you doing, in broad daylight..."

Cohen's eyes were unusually focused as he spoke earnestly:
"Windsor, what are Shanies' hobbies?"
Or rather, what could be done to make her happy?

The fleeting, romantic thoughts that had just arisen in Windsor's mind vanished instantly. She slightly raised her delicate chin, and a half-smile curved her lips.

"Why did you suddenly decide to try and please Shanis?"

Cohen sighed and said:
"I accidentally angered His Majesty during the day, so I need to quickly find a way to make amends."

She is the Empress of the Central Empire. If we offend her, she'll make things difficult for us all the time.

Windsordler let out a few cryptic laughs and said:

"There's a pastry shop called Lao Jite on the northwest corner of Beida Street. She's craving this the most. Let's go buy some."

Cohen took careful notes, then hugged Windsor and gave her a kiss:
"I have something to do tonight, so I won't be having dinner with you all."

After saying that, she hurriedly went to buy pastries.

……

The Middle Empire, Constantinople, the deepest level beneath the House of Nobles—"The Heart of the Rock".

This is not a luxurious place, but it is the true core of power, like the heart, of the behemoth that is the Imperial Noble House.

The air was thick with the chilling scent of ancient rocks, the musty smell of old parchment scrolls, and a suffocating atmosphere akin to congealed blood mixed with rust and magical energy.
There were no windows, no superfluous decorations, only a huge, altar-like circular table made from a single piece of obsidian, standing silently in the center of the hall.

Countless conspiracies, schemes, and underhanded plots take place here.

At this moment, all the most powerful figures of the Imperial Noble Council sat solemnly around the long table.

At the head of the long table sat Heisenberg Wertheimer, the chief of the Imperial House of Nobility.

This old man, known for his iron fist, wisdom, and unfathomable nature, was now slightly hunched over.

Those silver-gray eyes, usually sharp as a hawk's and seemingly able to see through all illusions, now appeared somewhat dim and tired.

Surrounding him were the true cornerstones of the imperial power pyramid.

Manfred, the head of the intelligence agency, is the shadow king who controls countless secrets of the empire and even the continent.

That face, which was usually expressionless like a mask, was now taut, its lips pressed into a pale line, and its eyes filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

The young deputy director, Kazimir, also looked worried.

Aureliano, the chief administrator of the "Constantine District," also had a deep frown. This steward of the House of Nobles, known for his iron-fisted efficiency and tough methods, was also deeply frowning.

Principal Fyodor of the Holy Radiance Academy had his graying brows furrowed, forming a deep "川" (river) shape.

There are also several chairpersons and commissioners who control the core power of the Imperial Finance, Law, and Military Councils.

The expressions on everyone's faces were not good. Without exception, each person was clutching a copy of a document that seemed to weigh a ton.

The entire "Rock Heart Hall" was deathly silent!
No one spoke around the long table.

The only sounds were the rustling of pages and the extremely suppressed heavy breathing; occasionally, someone would exchange a very subtle glance.

It wasn't until Chief Heisenberg, seated at the head of the table, let out a sigh that everyone unconsciously straightened up.

Starting with a sigh is extremely rare for Chief Heisenberg.

To outsiders, Chief Heisenberg always gave the impression of being calm, collected, and in complete control of the situation.

It's rare to see him show this expression.

Chief Heisenberg slowly raised his eyelids, his silver-gray eyes sweeping over the faces filled with solemnity and confusion, finally settling on the head of the intelligence agency—Manfred:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the identity of that mysterious Emerald Duke has been investigated, including the Rose Viscount who was previously in the Gold Group."

Let the president give us a detailed introduction.

Manfred slowly rose to his feet, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and calmly said:

"The intelligence agency deployed three 'Dark Raven' level agents who were lurking in the deepest part of the Lost Lands."

Two of them were confirmed to be missing after the final secret message was delivered.

Another person was seriously injured and remains in critical condition; their fate is unknown.

Three Dark Raven-level spies!
This is the intelligence agency's most advanced, most secretive, and nationally crucial weapon, comparable in value to a legendary powerhouse.

To investigate the identities of these two people... such a heavy price was paid?

A chill that penetrated to the bone instantly swept through the entire hall.

Manfred's voice continued:
"Based on the final secret report obtained at the cost of the lives of the victims."

This is based on nearly a century of records of all public and covert power shifts in the Lost Lands.

After repeated analysis and cross-verification by the top intelligence analysis team, it was finally confirmed.

The so-called Emerald Grand Justice is one of the five oasis-level powers in the Lost Lands, the supreme ruler of the Mysterious Continent, and a Sequence Master known as the Cursed Witch!

The Lord of Sequence!

Cursed witch!

The Supreme Ruler of the Mysterious Continent!
She is one of the most mysterious, terrifying, and fearsome beings in the Lost Lands!

Legend has it that she controls the most mysterious sequence in the world—the "Goddess of Destruction" sequence.

It can take away life, distort the soul, and even alter destiny invisibly!
Her very existence is a walking natural disaster.

The fact that a woman could build such a large force in the chaotic Lost Lands speaks volumes about her capabilities.

Manfred paused, then continued:

"Viscount Rose is one of the three Gold-ranked officials under the Emerald Duke, but her specific name has not yet been determined."

Fyodor's face, already clouded with worry, grew even more somber.

According to the agreement made with Her Majesty the Empress, if the Noble Academy fails to win a single championship this time, they will have to hand over the Holy Radiance Academy.

They originally thought they had it all figured out.

As a result, Effie's extraordinary performance completely disrupted their plans.

In particular, Cohen's consecutive victories in the Silver and Gold championships directly pushed the House of Nobles to the brink of collapse.

Only one Legends group remains, and he must win it.

Therefore, upon hearing that the legendary representative from Effie was actually the renowned Lord of Sequences, his expression became much more serious.

The Sequence Master, Effie, found an outside helper who turned out to be a legendary-level Sequencer!
Aureliano frowned slightly:
"It's quite unexpected that this Cohen was able to invite the most mysterious Sequence Lord of the Lost Lands to come as an outside help."

As far as I know, even the core members within the Mysterious Continent who have followed her for many years have very few actually been able to see the true face of this 'cursed witch'.

Cohen, what...right does he have?

Kazimir sneered, a barely perceptible hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes:

"Why?
Most likely, these two had already hooked up long ago. Perhaps their relationship was already unusual when Cohen founded the Endless Alliance in the Lost Lands.

This King Efein truly lives up to his reputation as a womanizer; he even goes to the Lost Lands in bed!

The crowd erupted in a burst of ambiguous laughter, which quickly subsided under Heisenberg's imposing gaze.

The hall fell into a suffocating silence once again.

Heisenberg looked at the silent Fyodor and asked:

"Are you sure?"

Fyodor did not give a rash answer, but instead looked at Manfred, the head of the intelligence agency:
"President, what level of transcendence does this Sequence Master possess?"

Manfred said calmly:

"According to our investigation, the Lord of Sequences made a move ten years ago, at which time she demonstrated a level of low-level Legendary."

Upon hearing this, many people in the hall breathed a sigh of relief, and one of the chairpersons spoke up:
"Only at the low level of the Legendary rank?"

Even if she's a Sequencer, even if her methods are bizarre, even if the Lost Land is incredibly evil, she still can't defeat a Committee Chairman with a high-level Legendary rank.

"The Education Commissioner already possesses power approaching the Saint level; dealing with a low-level Legendary shouldn't be a problem..." (End of Chapter)