Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

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Heisenberg, the chief, looked at Fyodor, who had come to report, and spoke in a low, steady voice:

"Princess Grace Tang of the Eastern Empire invites you to an audience?"

Fyodor nodded slowly, his imposing figure standing ramrod straight:

Yes, sir.

The letter was delivered by his personal maid, and the seal was correct.

The reason given was that they wanted to send a group of young people with "special talents" to the Shenghui Academy for further studies.

Based on his identity, I highly speculate that he is likely a member of the crew of 'Pirate King' Yann Hughes.

A cold glint flashed in Heisenberg's eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

“This is a good opportunity.

Dividing the Eastern Region, weakening Xia Zuo, and provoking a struggle between the two sides were all indispensable parts of the Noble Council's grand plan.

This way, they can both do Grace a favor and place the future elite core of One Piece under the control of the House of Nobles.

not to mention……"

Heisenberg's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a chilling undertone:
"That 'Pirate King' Yann Hughes, who roams the endless seas and appears and disappears like a ghost, has more than just a few broken ships and a group of outlaws under his control."

He is not only the current helmsman of the 'Ghost Ship', but also the successor of the ancient Pirate King.

And he's the son of a demon god!

This identity deserves our attention.

So, Fyodor, you not only have to go, but you also have to show her our sincerity.

Tell her that the gates of the Holy Radiance Academy are always open to her.

"We must make sure Grace and her fiancé, the Pirate King hiding in the Endless Sea, feel that our Noble House is their strongest and most reliable ally!"

"Yes, sir."

Heisenberg nodded slightly, his eyes once again turning into a bottomless, icy pool.

He seemed to already see that the "seeds" sent to the Holy Radiance Academy would one day be like a deadly virus introduced into the Eastern Empire, stirring up fierce conflicts within the empire.

However, even with Heisenberg's unparalleled wisdom, he could never have imagined it.

The "Pirate King" Yann Hughes, who made the Endless Sea tremble and controlled the route of the Abyss of Chaos, is the same person as Cohen Corleone, who is now sitting on the throne of Efein and is about to become the consort of the Empress of the Central Empire!

……

Fyodor arrived at Grace's house according to the address.

Grace sat gracefully in a luxurious chair, wearing a simple yet shimmering silver court dress.

His eyes were calm and unwavering, and there was no deliberate pressure emanating from him, yet he naturally exuded a noble air of someone who had long held a high position and controlled life and death.

Fyodor was secretly amazed. No wonder he could bewitch the great Pirate King's successor, the son of the devil, so completely.

This princess, who was born a succubus, perfectly blended feminine charm with princess elegance.

Just sitting there, he exudes a breathtaking charm at all times.

Half a step to her side stood a middle-aged woman dressed in a dark gray, unadorned, close-fitting butler's uniform.

The woman had an ordinary face and a reserved demeanor. She kept her eyes downcast and her hands folded in front of her.

His posture was impeccably respectful.

If it weren't for Fyodor's keen and astonishing perception, he would have been almost unable to detect from this seemingly ordinary housekeeper that extremely restrained, yet soul-freezing, legendary aura, like the deepest undercurrent beneath the ice!

"Your Excellency, Director of the Education Commission, I am sorry to trouble you to come in person."

Grace's voice was clear and pleasant, yet carried an undeniable sense of distance.

She slightly raised her hand to indicate the sofa seat opposite her:

Please sit down.

This is Lady Wenna, my bodyguard.

Fyodor's gaze lingered on "Mrs. Winna" for a moment before he looked away without a care.

It's perfectly normal for a princess of the empire to be accompanied by several legendary-rank guards.

Fyodor's voice, deep and reserved as he cut to the chase, asked:

"The letter says that His Highness intends to send a group of people to the Holy Radiance Academy for further studies?"

Grace gracefully picked up a wine glass in front of her and gently swirled it:

“That’s right, but we’ll have to wait until my fiancé’s envoy arrives before discussing the details. Today is just a heads-up to the Education Commissioner.”

Fedor responded with a smile:
"No problem, Your Highness can just send someone to deliver a message for me to handle such a small matter."

I wonder who these people are?

Grace's lips curved into a charming smile. She took a sip of the iced wine, her movements elegant, and replied:

"My fiancé has a trusted guard, several of whose young officers are exceptionally talented."

However, it lacks the most orthodox and top-tier extraordinary heritage.

The Holy Radiance Academy is recognized as the highest institution of learning in mainland China.

Therefore, I humbly request that you open a door for them.

Fyodor's eyes flickered slightly, and he replied in a deep voice:
"Your Highness, rest assured, the gates of the Holy Radiance Academy are always open to promising young people."

The name of the Pirate King is already widely known.

Our Holy Radiance Academy is also very willing to maintain a good friendship with Leader Ya'en.

Resources and mentors will definitely be arranged properly.

Just as this seemingly harmonious conversation was about to come to an end—

"cough."

A very slight cough abruptly broke the atmosphere in the reception room.

Lady Wenna, who was standing behind Grace, slowly raised her head.

A sharp look appeared on his otherwise ordinary face:
"I heard that Chairman Fyodor represents the highest combat power of the legendary rank, is that right?"

As he spoke, a strong fighting spirit emanated from him.

Fyodor's face showed surprise.

"Mrs. Winna!"

Grace's voice suddenly rose, carrying a perfectly measured mix of anger and helplessness.

Her pale purple eyes turned to Fyodor, and a bitter, apologetic smile appeared on her exquisite face:

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed the Education Commission Director."

Lady Wenna is a recluse, but a martial arts fanatic.

Grace shook her head slightly, as if recounting a troublesome family matter:

"Especially since I heard that you won the championship of the Legendary Group in two consecutive Noble Martial Arts Festivals and were hailed as the 'Number One Legend on the Continent'."

She couldn't resist the urge.

"It was precisely because they heard I was meeting with the Education Commissioner that they insisted on coming along."

She lowered her voice as she spoke:
"Lady Wenna belongs to my secret force, and her identity is sensitive, so she naturally cannot participate in such a grand event as the Martial Arts Festival."

But this competitive spirit... sigh!

Fyodor understood. Ever since he won the Legendary Group Championship of the Noble Martial Arts Festival for two consecutive years, his reputation as the number one legend on the continent had spread.

Every now and then, someone would come to challenge him, wanting to ride on his fame.

The frequency is increasing, and the faces are becoming more and more unfamiliar.

They travel across mountains and rivers, driven by burning ambition or blind worship.

They weren't staring at Fyodor himself, but at the altar above his head called "Number One".

Young people yearn for instant fame, the elderly dream of regaining their former glory, and speculators fantasize about stepping on them to climb to a high position.

He was already used to it.

Lady Wenna's eyes, as deep and dark as an abyss, ignored Grace's "reprimand" and remained fixed on Fyodor. Her calm voice rang out again:

"Your Highness and I have finished discussing our matters. If the Director of Education has nothing else to discuss, how about we have a friendly exchange?"

I have long admired you, the number one legend on the continent!

His words were full of provocation.

Fyodor's fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest unconsciously, his gaze falling on the woman opposite him with a hint of scrutiny.

He could tell that the other party was also a high-level legendary superhuman, and came from the Eastern Empire, one of the five great empires, so his background was definitely not to be underestimated.

Fyodor was also itching to fight. He had been busy with various matters lately, and his teaching of students was mostly about giving pointers rather than actual combat.

The Legendary Group Martial Arts Festival is about to begin, but most of the opponents... apart from Belmod, are old acquaintances.

True adversaries are hard to find.

The legendary extraordinary figure before them, from the Eastern Empire with deep roots, was like a timely appetizer.

A flicker of interest crossed his eyes, while a calm smile remained habitually maintained at the corners of his lips.

"Mrs. Wenna is too kind. She simply lived a long time and was lucky."

The martial arts of the Eastern Empire are profound and extensive; surely Madam is a top figure who has truly mastered their essence.

Mrs. Wenna was not one to mince words, but rather to get straight to the point:
"Your Excellency, the Minister of Education, is too modest."

I've heard the title of the number one legend on the continent countless times in Dragon Land.

My purpose in coming to Kuntandin this time is twofold: firstly, to escort and exchange with Her Highness the Princess, and secondly…”

Her gaze instantly sharpened to the point of needles, but her voice remained steady:

"I wish to personally experience your legendary 'Endless Fire,' which can supposedly burn everything!"

Fyodor nodded slightly; he appreciated this decisive attitude.

"It is my honor to have the opportunity to spar with a strong person like you, Madam."

He readily accepted the challenge, but then his expression turned serious and helpless:
"As you know, this is the core area of ​​the capital. Any energy fluctuations exceeding the limits will be suppressed by a tight magic array barrier. It will even immediately attract the attention of the palace guards and guardian mages."

We can't treat the state guesthouse like a battlefield, can we?

Hearing Fyodor's concerns, Mrs. Wenna was not surprised at all; instead, her smile deepened.

She took out a small, palm-sized, dark gold, diamond-shaped mark and gently placed it on the table, making a soft "click" sound.

"You need not worry about this at all, Mr. Education Commissioner."

Her voice carried a confident certainty:
"In order to prevent this anticipated contest from being unnecessarily disturbed or disrupting the peace of Lord Constantine."

Before I set off, I had already paid a visit to Lord Landon Robert of the Temple of Battle.

Lady Wenna lightly touched a rune on the rhombus mark with her finger, and a faint glimmer of light flashed around her for a moment before returning to calm.

"Your Excellency is a wise and reasonable person. Hearing that you and I intended to exchange ideas, you generously lent it the right to use it for three days."

The head of the education commission should be familiar with this!

Fyodor looked at the dark gold diamond-shaped mark on the table, shook his head, and sighed with a mixture of amazement and helplessness:

"The Final Arena!"
Mrs. Winna, you are truly well-prepared.

They even brought over the Battle Temple's most prized possession—a sub-plane containing boundless, independent battlefield space, large enough to accommodate legendary and even higher-level battles without external interference and without causing any spatial or energy leakage.

Fyodor secretly marveled at how incredibly efficient and determined this woman from the East was.

Grace also seemed to be in high spirits, putting down her wine glass, her voice barely concealing her excitement:
"I'm already looking forward to the duel between the two of you."

Chairman Fedor, please don't hold back for my sake.

I also want to see just how far my guards can go at the Legendary rank.

Please give it your all and let me see something amazing!

Fyodor's expression became serious and slightly respectful again.

He stood up, placed one hand on his chest, and gave Grace a flawless aristocratic bow.

He raised his head, and in his deep gaze, the sharp edge of the continent's number one legend quietly emerged:
"As you wish, Your Highness."

Once the decision was made, neither side hesitated any longer.

Lady Wenna picked up the dark gold rhomboid mark, her fingers suddenly clenching—

A faint, crisp sound, as if space itself were being torn apart, rang out. Immediately afterwards, dark golden shards of crystal fell from between her fingers, turning into fine dust and dissipating before even touching the ground.

Almost at the same instant, a vortex appeared out of thin air in the center of the room.

It was not an ordinary portal; rather, it was more like an invisible force that forcibly twisted space into a constantly rotating, light-devouring spiral funnel.

The powerful spatial tearing force caused the surrounding air to emit a low hum, the airflow to turbulent, and the scattered documents on the table to rustle.

Inside the door lay a deep, unfathomable, chaotic shadow.

Without hesitation, Mrs. Wenna stepped into the whirlpool first.

The figure was like a stone thrown into calm water, instantly swallowed up by the surging spatial vortex and disappeared without a trace.

The vortex remained, slowly rotating in place, still emanating a chilling spatial fluctuation.

Fyodor took a deep breath, stepped forward, and followed closely behind, stepping into the vortex and plunging into that unknown chaos.

A slight, dizzying sensation of being torn apart by space came over me, as if I had experienced a moment of weightlessness and falling.

When his feet touched solid ground, Fyodor found himself standing in a completely different world.

As far as the eye can see, there is an ancient and primitive arena that is unimaginably huge.

The dilapidated, towering circular stone grandstand stretches endlessly upwards, its surface marked by the marks of time and countless battles.
Huge claw marks, deeply embedded weapon imprints, and large patches of dark red, ancient stains that cannot be wiped clean.

The dome is not a physical object, but a hazy, seemingly solidified, chaotic sky, exuding a sense of oppressive stillness.

The air was dry and cold, filled with a strong mixture of dust, blood, and ancient decay.

The center of the Colosseum was exceptionally flat and vast, barren of vegetation, with only the extremely hardened, dark yellow sandy ground.

In the distance, Lady Wenna's figure stood silently at the other end, her silhouette appearing particularly somber against the empty backdrop.

The "Final Arena" setting can be changed according to the wishes of the duelists; it's likely that Lady Wenna specially modified this arena setting.

Fyodor understood.

The training grounds of the Eastern Empire also have a similar tradition of brutal honing. This ancient arena, exuding a primitive and bloody aura, undoubtedly best suits the expectations of this legendary Eastern Empire player who hones his skills through actual combat.

Fyodor twisted his neck, making a slight cracking sound, and then moved his arms and wrists.

A final check before opening the door to battle.

However, just as his gaze swept across the edge of this battlefield, stained with the spirit of war—

He suddenly looked in one direction.

An unusual, powerful energy fluctuation, yet carrying the chilling aura unique to the deep sea, quietly emerged like a ghost.

What came into view was an absolutely beautiful and slender figure!

The figure seemed to coalesce from the thin mist, first appearing as a hazy glow, then outlining an exquisitely beautiful curve.

The magnificent, aquamarine robe resembled the flowing depths of the ocean, adorned with deep-sea pearls and strangely glowing corals that shimmered with a soft light.

She wore an ice crystal headdress that shimmered with a cold light on her forehead, her face was so exquisite that it seemed otherworldly, and her eyes were like the depths of a sea containing billions of stars.

Her skin was fair and translucent, making her unforgettable at first glance.

As she gently stepped onto the scorched sand, a small ring of glistening ice crystals strangely condensed on the dry sand near her toes.

Fyodor's pupils contracted slightly. He was familiar with the newcomer; he was one of the two sea creature representatives who were attending the Noble Martial Arts Festival on behalf of the sea creatures.

Claire, the chief of the Tide Clan of the Mermaids, is known as the most beautiful woman among the sea creatures!

A strong sense of vigilance instantly welled up in my heart.

Interactions between the sea creatures and the human race are always accompanied by complex games and tests.

Moreover, Claire's sudden appearance at this high-profile private competition is of extraordinary significance.

Fyodor's muscles tensed instantly. Although he tried his best to maintain a calm and scrutinizing expression, his gaze became as sharp as a hawk's, locking onto the merman chieftain.

His voice was steady, revealing neither joy nor anger, yet every word was clearly audible, echoing in the deathly silent arena:
"Mrs. Winna, I didn't expect you to call in reinforcements?"

His gaze shifted between Wenna and Claire, his expression clearly showing confusion and skepticism.

Claire's lips curved upwards into a dazzling arc, her slender fingers gracefully brushing the long hair at her temples, her posture elegant and relaxed.
“Director Fedor has misunderstood. I was just curious about the fight between the two of you.”

As it happened, I had been discussing matters with the eldest princess before, and after learning about this, I volunteered to come and be the referee.

If the Education Commissioner minds, I can leave now.

Fyodor's deep gaze lingered for a moment on Claire's flawless face before turning to Winna.

Mrs. Wenna's expression was indifferent, seemingly unsurprised by Claire's appearance; she merely nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Fyodor relaxed somewhat, and out of political sensitivity, he tentatively asked:
"I heard that Chief Claire once cooperated with Pirate King Yann Hughes to attack the 'Weeping Banshee' clan of the Endless Sea."

The two sides maintain a close, unseen cooperative relationship.

Now it seems that the rumor is true.

It's hard to imagine that a mermaid chieftain would maintain such good relationships with a pirate and an imperial princess!

Claire's smile seemed to deepen, perfect like a mask, yet the light in her eyes was unfathomable.

She didn't answer directly, but instead gave an ambiguous response imbued with the philosophy of the sea:

"Under the tides, everything has its own direction."

Fyodor didn't elaborate further; the more important thing was the battle at hand.

Excessive suspicion only wastes energy unnecessarily.

Regardless of Claire's purpose, since she has stayed behind to observe as a referee, there is no need to pay attention to her for the time being as long as she does not intervene herself.

Moreover, Fedor was confident that he could take on both legends at the same time!
"let's start."

Fyodor turned to Mrs. Wenna and said in a deep voice.

The air between the two seemed to freeze instantly, becoming so heavy it was suffocating.

The two sides took their positions, and the duel officially began!
Like most of the royal superhumans in the Eastern Empire, Lady Wenna, as the personal bodyguard of the eldest princess, also works as a "Dragon Vein Sorcerer".

Moreover, the dragon vein she activated came from a type of dragon that is extremely rare even among dragons—the Gem Dragon.

Gem Dragon is not a traditional dragon made of flesh and scales.

They are from the very beginning of the world, in the primordial period when chaos reigned and elements were surging.

Deep within the Earth's core, at the deepest part of the plane, lies a massive crystalline aggregate formed by the resonance and condensation of pure, uncontaminated elemental power with the plane's primordial will.

They are the embodiment of the laws of elements.

When the first Dragon God was shaping the world order, he sensed these crystallized cores, which were dormant deep within the earth's veins and contained immense potential and primal will.

He awakened them with His supreme power and endowed them with a clearer mind, wisdom, and control over their own power.

This makes it an ancient entity that protects the foundation of the world and balances the cycle of elements.

Therefore, the Gem Dragon is more like an enlightened spirit of nature than a progeny born from birth.

Each type of gem dragon corresponds to a rare gem.

The shape, power, and nature of gemstones such as diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, amethysts, and obsidian are all deeply influenced by the characteristics of the gemstones they represent.

For example, the Diamond Dragon represents purity, indestructibility, and eternity, with its power leaning towards absolute defense, spatial stability, and purification.

Their personality may be extremely calm, fair, and stubborn.

Lady Wenna inherited the bloodline of the Ruby Dragon, which represents heat, power, and ferocity.

It can be said that he complements Fyodor, a fire mage.

Her legendary domain is called the "Ruby Domain," and its legendary embodiment is a miniature of a grown-up ruby ​​dragon.

With a deep, resonant, and not-human-or-human-or-human-or-human roar, the space seemed to freeze for a moment.

Lady Wenna gracefully spread her arms to her sides, her entire body instantly enveloped in a pure red glow emanating from within, radiating extreme heat.

It wasn't flames, but rather the pure ruby ​​radiance that finally burst forth from the depths of her flesh and blood.

Wenna's body levitated, and a visible distorting force field rapidly expanded around her—it was her legendary domain, the "Ruby Domain"!
(End of this chapter)