Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

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Unlike the common extraordinary levels on the mainland, the sequence is not a simple path of upgrading, but a genuine path to godhood.

The sequence chosen by each sequencer ultimately leads to godhood.

Choosing a sequence means inheriting and transforming a fragment of the authority of an ancient being, using it as the foundation for one's own path to the throne.

Each sequence path represents a primordial power and the complete rituals required to reach the throne.

When a sequencer becomes deeply bound to a complete sequence, it is not simply about absorbing power, but about reshaping their own existence to conform to the divine essence of that sequence.

Therefore, those who follow the Sequence are far stronger than ordinary extraordinary beings at every step of the path to godhood.

Despite knowing that the Lord of the Sequence only possessed the strength of a low-level Legendary.

However, Fyodor's face did not show any relief; instead, he continued to ask:

"Who did she fight, and what was the outcome?"

Manfred gave everyone a deep look, paused briefly, and then said:
"The master of the Chaotic Demon Continent, the Lord of Chaos."

This Chaos Demon Lord possessed high-level Legendary strength; the Lord of the Sequence fought him to a draw!

A deathly silence instantly swept through the entire hall.

A low-ranked Legendary player defeated a high-ranked Legendary player to a draw!

Moreover, this legendary high-ranking expert comes from the Lost Lands and is the ruler of the Chaotic Demon Continent.

It is a universally acknowledged, terrifying existence capable of crushing the strongest on the human continent at the same level.

What does it mean to fight the Lord of Chaos to a draw?
This means that ten years ago, the mysterious Lord of the Sequence already possessed the absolute strength to directly confront, and possibly even defeat, ordinary high-level legendary figures on the human continent.

That was a combat power that crossed a huge chasm and almost defied common sense.

A chilling coldness, like the hiss of a venomous snake, crept up the spines of everyone present.

In unison, a chilling thought involuntarily surfaced in everyone's mind:

If it was like this ten years ago, what about now?
If the master of the sequence advances further, does Chairman Fyodor still have the confidence to defeat him?

If they lose again, the House of Nobles will have to hand over the Holy Radiance Academy, which has been in operation for thousands of years.

This speculation was like a bomb exploding in everyone's mind.

The Holy Radiance Academy, thousands of years old!

The top university in mainland China!

The highest academy that inherits the most ancient magic rituals, secret bloodline enlightenment, and extraordinary career opportunities—the orthodox magic system of the empire!

It was not only a temple of knowledge, but also a cradle of nobility and an incubator of power.

Which of these people, who wield a third of the empire's power, hasn't worn the emblem of the Holy Radiance Academy on their chest?
Which heir hasn't honed their skills, built connections, and passed on their legacy here?
Returning the Holy Radiance Academy to the royal family is tantamount to severing the foundation and lifeblood of the Academy of Nobles, cutting off its source of support!
The air in the council chamber was so heavy it was almost solid. Thousands of years of glory, the intricate foundation of power, and the massive machine that bore the fate of countless people all depended on a woman named the Lord of Sequences.

"Fortunately..."

Manfred then changed the subject, and his words ignited a glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts:
"Although the combat power of the Sequencers is formidable, each leap in Sequence rank is a ritual that walks on the edge of a blade, and they face a test of life and death."

One wrong step, and flesh and blood disintegrate, will be annihilated, divinity backfires, and nothing remains!

He paused, then emphasized:

"Each advancement requires a precise sequence of potions and a core recipe corresponding to the rank."

According to our investigation, the Lord of the Sequence has been stuck in the lower ranks of the Legendary tier for a long time.

Moreover, she chose the 'Goddess of Destruction' sequence!

The "Goddess of Destruction" sequence includes: Bronze Rank [Eternal Night Witch], Silver Rank [Sufferer], Gold Rank [Crimson One], Legendary Rank [Cursed Witch], Saint Rank [Lady of Calamity], and Supreme [Goddess of Destruction].

Chairman Fyodor said thoughtfully:

"No wonder she possesses the combat power to tear apart the conventional constraints of a legendary-level character."

'Destruction' is the purest, most destructive power at the very edge of chaos and order. At every step of the path to godhood, the Lord of the Sequence possesses combat power far exceeding that of others of the same rank.

Manfred responded:

"That's right, but while her choice of the 'Goddess of Destruction' sequence certainly gave her unparalleled combat power, it also increased the difficulty of her advancement."

Since the fall of the first 'Goddess of Destruction', the path of destruction has long been severed.

We suspect that the most likely reason she hasn't broken through is that she hasn't been able to find the mid-tier core potion recipe corresponding to the 'Goddess of Destruction' sequence—the one that would allow her to take the next step and advance to the mid-tier of Legendary!

The expressions on everyone's faces softened considerably.

If that's the case, then it seems that even the legendary Fyodor at his peak doesn't entirely have no chance...

However, Heisenberg's next words quickly silenced the atmosphere in the hall:
"Don't think too highly of things."

Don't forget, she also has Cohen by her side, the prophetic son personally chosen by the god of prophecy.

The connection between them... the feelings we've been speculating about?

Perhaps so, but I'm more inclined to believe that the core bond that facilitates this close cooperation is far more complex than simple romantic love between a man and a woman.

I strongly suspect that Cohen produced the key potion recipe that was enough to help the Sequence Master overcome the bottleneck—or even the information that completed the 'Goddess of Destruction' pathway.

That's what led to such a deep, perhaps even transcendental, union between the two.

A silence, colder and heavier than ever before, swept through the entire hall.

The newly ignited flame of hope was extinguished once again by Heisenberg's calm and rational analysis.

"How about lodging a protest?"
The Lord of the Sequence is from the Lost Lands, and by rights, should not be allowed to participate in our Noble Martial Arts Festival.

A suggestion came from the corner.

But the suggestion was quickly rejected by everyone.

Manfred's voice was flat and emotionless:
"Don't forget, the current King Efein is the consort of our Central Empire."

"Regardless of her origins, as long as this Lord of the Sequence bears the title of Grand Duchess of Effie, His Majesty's stance in protecting her will not waver in the slightest."

Another long silence followed, the air almost frozen solid.

Heisenberg, the chief, slowly began to speak:
"Under no circumstances should we relinquish control of the Holy Radiance Academy, especially not now."

He turned his gaze to Fyodor and said in a deep voice:
"The main improvement in combat power at the legendary level lies in the level of understanding of the domain. You are a fire mage."

If I were to let you observe a fire-elemental artifact, could your skill reach its pinnacle?

boom!
An invisible shockwave swept through everyone's mind.

Fire-type artifact?

Fyodor's pupils contracted instantly, as if subterranean fire were raging within them.

Even the most shrewd and calculating individuals could not completely suppress the stirrings and fervent desires deep within their souls at this moment.

Artifact!

That is the bridge for mortals to reach the realm of gods!
It is the key to pushing the laws of one's own field to their theoretical extreme!

Fyodor's voice was dry and tight:
"That's for sure. If I can get guidance from a fire-elemental artifact, the divine principles within it will definitely help me perfect my domain to the point of complete harmony and resonance with the fire elemental principles, reaching the true pinnacle!"

"But it seems our Noble Academy doesn't possess any fire-type artifacts."

Heisenberg, the chief, said calmly:
"You don't need to ask that. I'm only asking you: after you've observed this, are you confident you can defeat the Lord of Sequences?"

Fyodor answered decisively:

"As long as the Lord of the Sequence hasn't advanced to the high-level Legendary rank, I'm fully confident I can defeat her!"

Fyodor's legendary realm is called "Endless Fire," and his legendary artifact is called "Eternal Forge."

He himself is an inexhaustible "spark" in the field.

As long as the domain exists, he can draw upon the raging fire elemental energy from the void to regenerate severed limbs, heal fatal wounds, and his magic recovery speed far exceeds that of ordinary beings.

Moreover, the "Endless Fire" domain itself is like a huge energy vortex, constantly attracting and assimilating fire elements in the surrounding environment.

Provides a continuous source of energy for the legendary realm.

Heisenberg nodded slowly and said in a deep voice:

"Come with me after the meeting."

After finishing his statement, Chief Heisenberg turned slightly to the side, his gaze turning cold and sharp again as he swept over the group around the round table, whose expressions had just softened due to Fyodor's assurance.

The voice became serious again:

"Let's leave the matter of the Lord of Sequence and the Noble Martial Arts Festival as it is for now."

Next, we need to deal with the matter of those regional governors!

Everyone tensed up, waiting for Heisenberg to speak.

Heisenberg's voice was extremely low, and every word seemed to be infused with coldness:

"According to the message from the Divine Realm, for some unknown reason, within three years at most, the continent will face the darkest war in its long history."

No country, no land, has been able to escape unscathed from this catastrophe.

Including the great Central Empire.

We need to prepare early!

He slowly raised his gaze, no longer concealing its coldness and sharpness.

He spoke the word "we" with absolute clarity, and everyone present understood it.

It does not refer to the central imperial power of the Central Empire, which is headed by the young Empress Shanes Klein.

Instead, it was clearly directed at the House of Nobles and the Upper House, which held half the lifeline of the empire and whose roots were as deep as ancient mountains, surrounding the round table!
Anyone with eyes can see that in peaceful and stable times, as long as the slice of cake is big enough, those governors with their own agendas, those vassals with their own private armies, and those powerful families with hidden fangs will all be taken advantage of.

They were all willing to temporarily lower their proud heads and submit to the authority of a young woman.

As long as gifts from the royal family can satisfy their greedy appetite.

But once war breaks out—when the border fortifications are breached by foreign armies, when the family's wealth is emptied by wartime conscription orders, when those ambitious individuals raise their arms and call for action.

This seemingly impregnable central empire could collapse and shatter into pieces in an instant, like a hollowed-out, rotten wooden fortress.

This was foreseeable, and of course, something Heisenberg was happy to see.

He still carries the heavy crime of regicide. If things proceed smoothly, especially if Cohen successfully becomes the Crown Prince of the Central Empire and joins forces with Shanis, it will be a serious problem.

It will be troublesome if they come after me when they are fully grown and powerful.

Therefore, we must prepare early.

Chief Heisenberg straightened up, surveying the various expressions in the eyes—some deep, some knowing, some flickering—making no attempt to conceal the chilling undertones in his words:
"We can't go down with the Klein royal family!"

However, there is no need for them to jump out first; naturally, there are ambitious individuals who are eager to act as their pawns.

For example, there were the governors of the four administrative districts in the southeast, led by Governor Torg Chambers of "Thousand Streams Court". The name "Thousand Streams Court" itself symbolizes wealth, power, and an all-encompassing waterway.

The merchant fleet of "Thousand Streams Court" spans the seven seas, and its covert influence, like seaweed in the deep sea, entangles the empire's southeastern lifeline.

Governor Torg's secret trip to Constantine was not only to meet with Cohen and seek cooperation on the ghost ship.

More importantly, they secretly colluded with the House of Nobles at a time when the flames of war were about to tear the continent apart.

He sought legal endorsement and support from the core of the empire's highest power for his ambition of 'southern autonomy'.

A 'legal' agreement that can legitimately divide territory amidst chaos.

Several heavy, suppressed breaths echoed in the hall.

Although there was a premonition, Heisenberg's blatant exposure of Torg Chambers's ambition to carve out territory was still chilling.

This is no longer ordinary disobedience; it is driving nails into the coffin of the empire!
"Tell me, what's everyone's attitude towards this?"

After a brief silence, Kazimir spoke first, his voice hoarse and resolute, characteristic of a soldier:

“I am quite familiar with Torg; we worked together during the ‘Winter Roar’ joint military exercise.”

Although he started in the navy, he rose through the ranks extremely quickly and established himself very deeply.

He also served as the principal of the Imperial Naval Academy for two terms, and no one knows exactly which department his connections extend to!
If he were willing to rebel, the threat to the Klein royal family would be enormous.

Not to mention that he now controls the "Thousand Streams Court," an administrative district that can be considered the empire's "money bag."

This is the empire's most lucrative port chain, a trade route flowing with gold.

My opinion is that we can form an alliance, but we must prevent him from becoming too powerful.

Aureliano, the administrative director of the "Gentian Special District," said calmly:
"General Kazimir is overthinking things. He's becoming too powerful."

Torg, along with the other governors of the southeast he colluded with, were not capable of becoming too powerful.

Those governors-general in the southeast will be lucky if they can even keep their own territories.

I actually hope they make a scene, and the bigger the scene, the better.

In this way, our House of Nobles will have a stronger position and confidence to ask the Klein family on the throne to relinquish the power to quell the chaos.

The order of this empire's lands and rivers ultimately needs to be reshaped by its true foundation and essence!

Chief Heisenberg nodded slowly, his gaze sweeping over every face present:
"That's also my thought."

Chaos is a ladder; the brighter their ambitions burn, the better.

Ultimately, this will illuminate the halls where our House of Lords will regain its order. What are your opinions, gentlemen?

"agree!"

"no problem!"

"We can support them."

"it is good."

Heisenberg nodded slightly, but his expression did not ease; instead, it became even more grim.

"Governor Torgue is not a fool; mere verbal statements will certainly not convince him."

He made a request, a condition we could not avoid.

We need to send a 'plenipotentiary representative'—someone from the inner circle of the House of Nobles who can truly represent our will and influence.

He sits in his "Thousand Streams Courtyard".

Whether as a hostage or a liaison, someone has to come forward.

This is the key point of today's discussion!

The plenipotentiary representative to be sent to "Thousand Streams Court" has been appointed!

Heisenberg surveyed the hall, his cold, piercing gaze causing everyone to instinctively hold their breath.

Heisenberg had already made a decision about whether to support Governor Torg; what troubled him was the choice of the person he was sending.

They must be loyal and reliable enough—they cannot be corrupted or won over by Torg.

You need to be capable and courageous—but you also can't be fooled by them; you need to keep track of their movements in real time.

Of course, the most important thing is that this person must be influential, otherwise Torger will not acknowledge it.

After Heisenberg finished speaking, the hall fell into complete silence.

Even the glow of the magic lamp seemed to freeze.

Those present were all seasoned veterans who had been immersed in the empire's turmoil for decades, and countless calculations and choices had already passed between their eyes.

He quickly figured out the key to it.

Everyone's mind raced, faces flashed through their minds, names were mentioned and then silently sank away in deliberation.

Responsibility, risk, test, opportunity... every step must be fully considered.

They understood that going to "Thousand Streams Court" would definitely involve enormous risks.

Now that the two sides are cooperating, there is naturally no danger.

However, when the House of Nobles prepared to restore order, Torg and his unrealistic "dream of autonomy for the southeast" were destined to be crushed.

At that time, the "plenipotentiary representative" at the heart of the storm will inevitably become the first stepping stone to be crushed.

Not only must they face Torg's suspicion and potential drastic measures, but they must also maintain a delicate balance between these two behemoths.

It's like walking a tightrope over a bottomless abyss; the slightest mistake could mean certain death.

They also had to conceal their identities and walk on thin ice under the watchful eyes of countless empires.

The crowd's gazes met, weighed, and probed in silence.

Until Joren, who had been silent all along, spoke up:
"I go!"

Joren is a suitable candidate, but after all, he is Heisenberg's nephew, so sending him would be somewhat unreasonable.

Aureliano quickly spoke:
"I'll go instead. Young Master Qiao Lun, please stay home and help the teacher."

Qiao Lun, however, interrupted him with unusual firmness, his voice not loud, but each word clear, carrying an undeniable, cold hardness beyond his years:
"Manager, your position is very important to us, we can't let you go. I'll take it instead."

"I'm still young, and Torg will look down on me. This is my chance."

Of course, there was another reason he didn't mention.

That means Joren really didn't want to stay in Constantinople.

I really don't want to face Cohen Corleone again.

That figure shrouded in the radiance of the god of prophecy was like a cold shadow, always able to easily crush one's pride and reliance.

Since the last crushing defeat in the Northwest Continent, including this crushing defeat at the Noble Martial Arts Festival, he vowed to avoid Cohen from now on.

That man is now beside the throne, the Empress's rightful future husband.

Constantine will soon become Cohen Corleone's temple, and now he has only one thought in mind: the further away from him the better.

The vast administrative district of "Thousand Streams Court," which was managed by Torg as if it were an ironclad fortress, was the best safe haven.

Now we'll never run into Cohen again.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that Torger had already formed a close partnership with Cohen; otherwise, he would have definitely regretted his choice.

Seeing that Joren's attitude was firm, everyone looked at Heisenberg.

Heisenberg was also slightly surprised; he hadn't expected that Joren would volunteer for such a thankless and risky task.

Since his nephew was so serious, Heisenberg simply agreed.

He had other people planted around Torg, so Joren was at least not in any danger.

The meeting continued, and the group quickly finalized details such as personnel, funding, and methods for transmitting confidential messages.

As the meeting ended, people began to leave.

The huge council chamber instantly became incredibly empty, with only Heisenberg and Fyodor remaining.

The latter followed Chief Heisenberg into a secret room.

The stone walls of the secret chamber quietly sank and slid silently to both sides, revealing an impenetrable darkness behind them.

Heisenberg's figure disappeared into the void first, followed closely by Fyodor's imposing body.

The stone wall closed silently behind the two of them, isolating them from all outside sounds and smells.

Absolute silence and a near-vacuum pressure instantly enveloped my entire body.

But this absolute nothingness did not last long.

Soon, an indescribable resonance, originating from the depths of his bloodline and soul, erupted within Fyodor's body.

The fire-like patterns surging beneath his skin glowed uncontrollably, like red-hot veins dancing wildly in the darkness.

Every pore on my body was greedily opening up.

Without Heisenberg uttering a single word, Fyodor, with the instinctive understanding of the laws of fire of a legendary peak fire mage, instantly confirmed it.

A supreme fire-elemental divine artifact lies dormant here.

Heisenberg was not surprised at all; he simply stood in that strange space, which was made entirely of solidified flames yet was strangely cold and stable.

He formed hand seals with a dazzling speed, and silent incantations flowed from his lips. With each syllable, the space in front of him distorted violently.

And it shines with dazzling brilliance.

Finally, all the brilliance suddenly vanished.

The space returned to an eerie stillness.

A stove appeared silently in front of the two of them.

It is not very large, and even appears somewhat ancient.

The furnace body is covered with countless traces of flames burning, extinguishing, being reshaped, and regenerating.

The furnace floated silently, without any flames below, yet it exuded an invisible pressure.

Upon seeing the appearance of the stove, Fyodor froze completely.

A name came out without thinking—

A furnace for forging!

[The God of Forging] Ornn's destined artifact, the Forging Furnace! (End of Chapter)