Star Forge Titan

After all, this isn't a game world where you can restart with a single click, but a fully realized, real world of Palladia. The complex web of human relationships, even the slightest trigger, could bring about unpredictable turmoil.

But Ivan, who was reborn, no longer hesitated and would not choose to give in.

Now, he just wants to see what kind of future the right path in his eyes will lead to.

Well, from a social perspective, although the boy who once had lofty ideals has not given up his ideals, it seems that he may become a very bad adult on another level.

That night, the handsome alchemist from Genoa pulled down his hideous iron mask that looked like a skeleton, and with the crisp sound of metal colliding, he once again transformed into a brutal and tall Terror Warrior.

"Don't we really need to go in together?" Ka Yang asked, leaning against the door with his arms folded.

"You just need to provide support outside. If everything goes well, the problem can be solved in about a quarter of an hour." Ivan's dull voice came from behind the mask.

"Okay, as long as you think it's okay." Khayang shrugged with an expression that said, 'I really can't do anything about you.'

"Those two guys must be crazy. They actually invaded a cardinal's estate without a second thought." Bryant, disguised as an ordinary coachman, complained with a headache while sitting outside the carriage.

At this moment, they took a rented carriage that they had 'borrowed' again and quietly headed to a suburban estate owned by the Minister of Agriculture, which was arranged as a private museum.

"It's not that we haven't thought about it. Our sudden decision is obviously impossible for the other party to anticipate. For a region like this where defenses are usually not weakened, the mere fact of 'surprise' is already a very valuable advantage." Khayon explained casually:

"However, I'm also a little puzzled as to why you would think a meteorite is actually a special material like 'Ashes of Destruction', which requires stringent conditions for formation."

"This is not an ordinary meteorite." Alvin shook his head.

Seeing that both of them had turned their attention to him, and that they were still some distance from their destination, he simply began to explain the plot settings related to the stone. Of course, now it was no longer a game setting, but a past event that had happened in reality.

"Speaking of this 'meteorite', we must first talk about the huge explosion in the forests of northwestern Linde in 1760." Alvin paused and raised his eyebrows when he saw that the two of them didn't know how to show their support.

Of course, due to the obstruction of the skull's iron mask, neither Kayon nor Bryant could see his current expression.

But who is the Necromancer? A professional traitor who is extremely good at reading the air.

"Oh, the big explosion incident. Tell me in detail." Ka Yang looked very interested.

As a mage, he'd certainly read through the relevant information on these somewhat mysterious incidents. But wasn't this just chatting? One had to know how to read the atmosphere!

However, humans certainly know how to read the atmosphere, but dogs may not.

As for the druids, although they are not dogs, these guys can turn into dogs.

"I know that. There was a sudden loud noise one night in the local area, and then people saw that there seemed to be a fire in the mountains. It was almost as bright as day in the middle of the night. After the fire was put out, they went in to take a look, and oh wow, all kinds of thick and big trees fell down in a pile. Now there is no shortage of firewood for the winter." Bryant finished speaking in one breath.

Then, he saw Ivan, who was sitting cross-legged in the carriage wearing the Armor of Despair, fall silent.

Looking at the expressionless, cold skull face, a druid from the Great Wilderness Forest, whose characteristic feature was his hairy body, couldn't help swallowing.

"...So the key point is firewood." The boy's voice didn't convey any emotion, but if Druid Bryant were in sled dog form right now, he would have probably subconsciously tucked his tail between his legs.

"No, isn't it? Ahaha, I was wrong." Bryant touched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.

"In short, this meteorite is the remnant found after that incident. Scholars suspect that the explosion was caused by a large metal meteorite from the Void Outer Realm." Ivan sighed and continued:

"However, after entering the realm of the material world, due to crossing the boundary, the meteorite itself was consumed by the violent outer magic eye, eventually causing it to disintegrate and explode in mid-air before landing, triggering the subsequent massive explosion."

"Considering the high-temperature friction of the outer layer's magic on the material it passes through, even though the meteorite people found afterwards was palm-sized, compared to the original body, this remaining piece is probably just a speck of dust."

"I see." Khayon nodded with a thoughtful look.

"It was a truly terrible disaster in a way, and it was also related to the heat."

"Yeah." Alvin nodded, revealing an extremely expectant expression under the mask.

"So, that meteorite can be considered to have been born from a 'natural disaster' and possesses the highest quality 'ashes of destruction'."

The highest quality 'Light of Heavenly Fire' and 'Burning Ashes' combined with the highest quality 'Ashes of Destruction' will give rise to what kind of extraordinary beings possessing such power? This is truly exciting.

Chapter 175 High-Speed ​​Collection (Part 2)

Night, dark clouds gather, in the eastern suburbs of Lutetia, at the Carrion Manor.

This historic estate, famous for its high-quality vanilla, once belonged to a long-standing earl family.

However, after the start of the Magical Revolution, the Earl family, unable to capitalize on the changing times, fell into decline, forced to eke out a living by selling their inherited assets. The Calyon Manor was purchased by the Pespar family, a fellow Earl who had fortunately capitalized on the Magical Revolution to rise to prominence. It became their vacation retreat near the imperial capital, Lutetia.

The main building inside the manor is a sturdy three-story house, and its structure is even somewhat close to that of a castle.

Although it may not seem particularly tall now, considering the time when it was built, this building could definitely be classified as a luxury house at that time. Even today, it is still a high-end villa with luxurious and elegant decoration and aristocratic atmosphere.

On the third floor of the villa, in a spacious study filled with various precious ancient books including manuscripts, Jim Pespal was sitting on a leather sofa reading the Loire Evening News.

The entire newspaper was straight and smooth, and the paper on which the type was printed had been ironed in advance by the butler, so there would be no unsightly stains on the hands of the distinguished Minister of Agriculture, Jane, a member of the Privy Council.

"Tsk tsk, is this new modified wheat variety safe? Look at this title. These few words are objective and rational while expressing doubts. It's worthy of being the Loire Evening News. It's completely different from tabloids like Le Soleil." Count Jim Pespal praised.

The Earl had a well-maintained mustache and looked strong but not fat. Even in his loose robe, one could still see the strong muscles all over his body.

"Charles, it looks like you've done an excellent job. The editor-in-chief must really like your little gift, right?" The Earl said to the smiling butler standing behind him without turning his head.

"You're too kind. Who wouldn't like a small gift worth a thousand gold crowns?" The white-haired butler Charles replied to his master in a humorous tone.

"Indeed, everyone likes those pretty little cuties." Earl Jim smiled playfully.

"However, for the common people at the bottom of society, perhaps the report from the Sunshine Newspaper will be more widely circulated." Butler Charles's mouth curled slightly, and a strange blue light flashed in his eyes.

"Magic Wheat, have you eaten it? Just thinking about this headline makes me want to laugh, but it also shows how good the reporter and editor of Sunshine Daily are at sensationalism and fabricating misleading articles."

"That's right. If this happens, our Chief Cardinal, His Excellency Armand, will probably be troubled again. After all, he highly advocates the use of magic to improve wheat." Count Jim put down the newspaper in his hand.

"When that old man's reputation continues to decline, he won't be able to continue sitting in that position."

In a private setting and in front of his most loyal and close subordinates, the Earl's face was full of undisguised ambition.

"When the time comes, Sir, please step forward and promote a wave of high-quality, so-called 'best traditional wheat varieties' that are processed without any magic involved."

"When the harvest arrives next year, it will be your glorious moment to become the leading figure in Lutetia's political arena," Butler Charles said softly.

His words were like a tiny thorn that pierced deep into Earl Jim's heart and continued to penetrate deeper as his ambition continued to surge.

It was almost like a thought that naturally popped up in the earl's mind, lingering and full of attraction, constantly prompting this aristocratic official, who was actually a young generation in the political arena, to continue to climb to the pinnacle of power.

"Hahaha, you're right. Since Sir Armand is a knowledgeable wizard, he's obviously more suitable to hide in the wizard tower and delve into the truth."

"As for assisting His Majesty the Emperor in governing the empire, let's leave it to us, the mediocre nobles who have no special skills other than controlling the common people like cattle and horses." Earl Jim said half-jokingly.

He even quoted without anger a comment from another famous Linde newspaper, the Guardian, which satirized some aristocratic bureaucrats.

"Speaking of which, the Guardian is still unwilling to help us promote this public opinion campaign?" The Earl put away his smile and asked in a deep voice:

Butler Charles shook his head.

"The Swifts, father and son, are extremely stubborn. They insist on the three major traditions of the family business and are unwilling to accept our polite request."

"Hmph, three great traditions: accurate and complete reporting standards. Focusing on and serving the interests of the greater Linde community. Absolute independence, uninfluenced by anyone. Such nauseatingly idealistic traditions," Earl Jim said unhappily.

"However, although The Guardian was originally just a local newspaper, they also have a very wide distribution. It's a shame that we can't use it."

In response to the Earl's helpless sigh, the butler Charles spoke calmly about another matter.

"Indeed, that's why I've been trying so hard to secure a friendly meeting with Mr. Sanchez, the new editor and columnist for the Daily Mail."

Upon hearing the news, Earl Jim was stunned at first, and then immediately showed a slightly surprised expression.

"You mean the Daily Mail? The largest-circulation Daily Mail in Lind? They agreed?" Count Jim asked in surprise and delight:

"Yes, driven by his pursuit of justice, Mr. Sanchez agreed to write a column to boycott this unnatural creation, the dangers of which are still unknown," Charles said righteously.

"Haha, Charles, you always bring me unexpected surprises!" Earl Jim couldn't help but stand up and punched hard.

"This is my duty as a butler." Charles bowed slightly and said calmly:

But when he lowered his head, a look of deep sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The delighted Minister of Agriculture had no idea that the reason his butler was able to get in touch with the editor-in-chief of the largest-circulation newspaper in Linde was not because of his excellent network of contacts, superb social skills, or a perfect gift, but because they both had the same little secret in secret.

A fool who thinks he is smart is more stupid than the real fool!

Just like those followers of Terror, these muscular idiots who are only good at wielding weapons are indeed easy to deceive.

Looking at the jubilant Earl, although his face still wore a respectful yet humble smile, Butler Charles secretly commented in his heart:

As for the so-called glorious day that will come with the "great harvest", ha, I hope that when you look at the countless starving people across the country, the honorable Earl will still be able to laugh as heartily as he does today.

Thinking of this, Butler Charles felt a twisted joy in his heart, making it almost impossible for him to control the expression on his face, and he almost laughed out loud on the spot.

After finally adjusting his mood, Charles slowly raised his head and planned to continue complimenting his nominal 'master', so as to make him even more proud and forget about some minor problems that might exist in the conversation.

But at this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared outside the large French window that connected to the balcony.

Before the dull thunder came, Charles followed the fleeting lightning and was extremely shocked to see a silent and hideous figure appear outside the window for no apparent reason.

Boom!

Thunder rumbled into his ears, and with his back to the French window, Earl Jim finally noticed the fear on his subordinate's face. At the same time, the lightning that shone into the room also allowed him to glimpse a tall shadow cast on the floor.

Relying on the intuition of a swordsman, the count didn't care about his image at all. He immediately rolled forward to create distance between himself and the floor-to-ceiling window, and the moment he stood up, he grasped the decorative sword hanging on the wall in his hand.

"What...people?" The Earl asked harshly but his words became difficult to speak.

Because what he saw was a tall warrior clad in thick red plate armor and holding a heavy battle axe in one hand.

But rather than a warrior, the other party looked more like a terrifying demon from legend. The edges of his armor were covered in sharp protrusions, and his torso was grooved with ribs. He looked like a fleshless steel skeleton entangled in cold thorns.

The right shoulder armor is shaped like a demon skull with curved horns. The sharp horns point diagonally towards the sky, and the sharp teeth with jagged edges make it look like a terrifying demon roaring towards the sky.

The most terrifying thing was indeed the helmet the opponent was wearing. The front of the helmet, which was as bright red as the armor, was covered with an iron mask carved into the shape of a skull. The red magic light radiating outward from its eye sockets appeared particularly clear in the dark night after the thunder disappeared.

What the hell are those guards doing? How could they allow a heavily armored guy to appear quietly outside the Earl's study?!

Butler Charles was cursing madly in his heart, but Earl Jim himself was very calm and held the decorative sword tightly to confront the unidentified visitor.

Although they are just decorations, as a noble manor with a long history, these decorative long swords are actually of excellent quality that are not inferior to the excellent weapons on the market.

After all, in addition to the superficial decorative function, these weapons were hung on the wall for the hidden purpose of preventing emergencies.

"Stranger, tell me what you are here for!" the count asked in a deep voice.

“…” The man raised his free left hand and pushed forward.

The floor-to-ceiling window burst open, and broken glass scattered all over the ground like rain. The howling cold wind and real cold rain outside slanted into the house. The two people in the room couldn't help but raise their arms to block in front of them, and the fire in the fireplace was blown to shake.

The cold air spread rapidly, and Earl Jim could even see circles of white frost slowly spreading outward with the steps of the intruder in terrifying armor.

Soon, the fire was extinguished by the biting cold of unknown origin, and the lightning flashed again, causing the intruder's shadow on the ground to flicker, like a terrifying demon.

But surprisingly, this ferocious-looking, vicious thug didn't attack immediately. A muffled, distorted voice emanated from beneath the cold, iron mask carved into the shape of a skull.

"……interesting."

"It's worthy of being the capital of Linde, the Central Empire."

Looking at Butler Charles, who seemed very frightened but still stood beside Earl Jim, Ivan, with golden light flashing in his eyes, couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

"If you add one more, I'm afraid you guys will all be able to fill a mahjong table."

Chapter 176 This is too much

"Let me recall, which route should I take to get in?"

A few minutes ago, Ivan, dressed in heavy armor, carefully looked at the Caerion Manor in the night.

Memories of the past gradually emerged, and then he quickly integrated them in less than a second.

Then, the tall and fully armed warrior walked straight towards the manor gate.

For Alvin, who possesses the Eagle Eyes of Vidoflnir, which can directly observe magical reactions, the magical reactions in the bodies of extraordinary people that are higher than the average of the environment make it impossible for even the elite guards and secret sentries at the gate of the manor to escape detection.

As for ordinary guards who are ordinary people, it is even more impossible for them to avoid his sensory detection unless they completely stop breathing and suppress their heartbeats.

Crucially, Ivan had been to the dungeon-like Carrion Manor countless times in the past. Comparing the outermost guards tonight, he could almost guess what was going on inside with his eyes closed.

Although Alvin did not fully apply this information considering the differences between reality and the game, it still gave him a huge advantage in intelligence.

So, just like that, Kayang and Bryant, who were watching from the outside, were surprised to see that the tall figure in red heavy armor, which was particularly eye-catching in the night, actually walked straight into the Kallion Manor from the front as if he were a non-existent transparent person.

Often, when a guard turned his head inadvertently or yawned for a brief moment, a heavily armored warrior would pass by them silently like a passing shadow.

As for those secret sentries, they often felt a gust of wind behind them in the blink of an eye, and when they woke up, it was usually the morning of the second or third day.

Without alarming anyone, and without killing anyone, just like a dull joke or a weird pantomime, the tall warrior in bright red heavy armor actually successfully arrived outside the private study deep in the Caerion Manor by sneaking in normally.

However, the words that reached his ears afterwards made the young man fall silent.

The cold wind was still blowing, but Ivan couldn't help feeling angry and confused.