Kael turned to leave.
The conversation was over.
Or rather—
He had ended it.
Like always.
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His steps were steady.
Measured.
Controlled.
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But not perfect.
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Zael's eyes narrowed slightly.
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There—
A subtle shift.
A slight imbalance in his gait.
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A limp.
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The injury from the Thunder-Horned Sub-Dragon hadn't healed.
Not fully.
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Zael watched him for a moment.
Silent.
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He had seen the medics.
Seen the potions being distributed.
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Common.
Uncommon.
Rare at best.
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Not enough.
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Not for injuries like that.
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Kael kept walking.
As if nothing was wrong.
As if he hadn't just stood at death's edge.
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Zael exhaled softly.
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"…Stubborn."
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His hand moved.
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A vial appeared.
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Small.
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But radiant.
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Golden light shimmered faintly within it, dense and pure.
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A Legendary Grade Healing Potion.
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One of the few he had created.
One he had already used.
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Which was why—
He was still standing.
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For a brief moment—
Zael hesitated.
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Then—
"Kael."
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Kael stopped.
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Turned.
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Zael didn't say anything else.
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He just threw it.
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The vial cut through the air.
Clean.
Precise.
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Kael caught it instinctively.
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His brows furrowed—
Then—
He saw it.
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And everything stopped.
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His fingers tightened around the vial.
His breathing slowed.
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"…No."
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It came out low.
Almost inaudible.
---
But filled with disbelief.
---
Because he knew.
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The aura.
The density.
The purity of the energy sealed within.
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Legendary grade.
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Not rare.
Not extremely rare.
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Impossible.
---
This wasn't something that should exist here.
Not in a training camp.
Not in the hands of a first-tier student.
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Things like this belonged to places hidden from the world.
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Secret clans.
Ancient sects.
Hidden guilds that operated beyond the reach of nations.
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Even Kael—
With everything he had seen—
Everything he knew—
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Had only encountered such items a handful of times.
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And never like this.
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Never casually.
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His thoughts moved fast.
Too fast.
---
Where did Zael get this?
---
Who gave it to him?
---
Was he connected to something?
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Something even Kael didn't know about?
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For a brief moment—
The questions overtook him so completely—
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That he just stood there.
Holding it.
Doing nothing.
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Then—
Zael's voice came.
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Calm.
Flat.
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"Use it."
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Kael blinked.
---
As if pulled back.
---
Zael's gaze didn't waver.
---
"You're injured."
A pause.
---
"It's wasting time."
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Silence.
---
Then slowly—
Kael opened the vial.
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The seal broke.
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Golden light spilled out.
Warm.
Dense.
Alive.
---
He drank it.
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And immediately—
The effect manifested.
---
Burns faded.
Flesh knit together.
Internal damage stabilized.
---
The deep injury in his leg—
The one causing the limp—
---
Healed.
---
Not completely.
But enough.
Far beyond anything a rare-grade potion could achieve.
---
Kael exhaled slowly.
---
His body relaxed.
---
Strength returned.
Stability returned.
---
He looked at the empty vial.
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Then—
At Zael.
---
Silence stretched.
---
Heavy.
---
Because now—
The question wasn't just why.
---
It was—
---
how.
---
Kael's voice came low.
Measured.
---
"…Do you even understand what you just handed me?"
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Zael didn't hesitate.
---
"Yes."
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No explanation.
No elaboration.
---
Just certainty.
---
Kael stared at him.
Long.
Searching.
---
But Zael didn't give anything away.
---
The calm.
The composure.
---
Unshaken.
---
Kael's grip tightened slightly.
---
His thoughts were no longer just questions.
---
They were conclusions forming.
---
This wasn't coincidence.
---
Zael had changed.
---
Far beyond what he should have.
---
Far beyond what Kael had anticipated.
---
And whatever path he was walking—
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It wasn't simple.
---
Kael took a step forward.
---
Not leaving.
---
Not retreating.
---
Standing there.
Facing him fully now.
---
His voice dropped slightly.
---
Serious.
---
"Healing wounds with something like this…"
A pause.
---
"…is the least of its value."
---
His gaze locked onto Zael's.
---
Sharp.
Piercing.
---
"You think this is just a potion."
---
Silence.
---
Then—
---
"It's not."
---
A faint shift in his expression.
Not anger.
Not pride.
---
Something heavier.
---
"This kind of thing…"
A pause.
---
"…changes situations."
---
Another step.
---
"Changes outcomes."
---
His voice lowered even further.
---
"…Changes who lives and who dies."
---
The air between them tightened.
---
Then—
Kael's final words came.
---
Slow.
Deliberate.
---
"…This potion means more than you think."
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Silence fell.
---
And this time—
Neither of them moved.
---
Silence lingered.
Heavy.
Unmoving.
---
Kael's words still hung in the air.
This potion means more than you think.
---
Zael's eyes didn't waver.
---
"Then tell me what it means."
---
His voice was calm.
But beneath it—
There was tension.
---
A pause.
---
"Tell me what all this means."
---
Kael didn't respond immediately.
---
Zael continued.
---
"Ever since my awakening…"
A slight clench of his fist.
---
"…things have been happening that I don't understand."
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Silence.
---
For a moment—
Kael just looked at him.
---
Not as a superior.
Not as a captain.
---
But as something else.
---
Then—
He exhaled.
---
"…Fine."
---
A small shake of his head.
---
"If you're already coming into contact with things like this…"
His gaze flicked briefly to the empty vial in his hand.
---
"…then you deserve to know."
---
A beat.
---
Kael's expression shifted.
---
Serious.
Focused.
---
"How much do you know about awakeners?"
---
Zael answered immediately.
---
"I know we awaken a new talent every ten levels until the third class change at level one hundred."
---
His tone was steady.
---
"I know the grade of subsequent talents can only vary within two levels above or below the first."
---
A slight pause.
---
"I also know—"
---
"I don't mean that."
---
Kael cut him off.
---
His voice sharper now.
---
"I mean…"
A slight narrowing of his eyes.
---
"…what do you know about awakeners after the sixth class change."
---
A pause.
---
"…at level one thousand."
---
Zael frowned slightly.
---
"About that…"
A small shake of his head.
---
"I don't know much."
---
"The professors barely touched it."
---
Kael let out a quiet breath.
---
"…That's because they don't expect you to get there."
---
His voice was calm.
Blunt.
---
"Not you."
A pause.
---
"…All of you."
---
The words landed heavily.
---
"Over ninety-five percent of awakeners…"
---
"…will never reach that level."
---
"They'll never cross the threshold."
---
"They'll never become a sixth class change awakener."
---
Zael's gaze sharpened.
---
"…Why?"
---
Kael didn't hesitate.
---
"Because of the sixth class change quest."
---
A pause.
---
"It's the same for everyone."
---
"No matter the class."
"No matter the rarity."
"No matter how talented you are."
---
His eyes darkened slightly.
---
"It's called…"
---
"Bloodline Awakening and Integration."
---
Silence.
---
Zael felt his chest tighten slightly.
---
Kael continued.
---
"The objective sounds simple."
---
A faint, humorless smile.
---
"Awaken your bloodline."
---
"Then integrate it."
---
"Into your power system."
---
"Into your very being."
---
A pause.
---
"Simple."
---
Then—
His voice dropped.
---
"And yet…"
---
"It has stopped almost everyone who has ever tried."
---
The air felt heavier.
---
"Out of over ten billion people in the world…"
---
"…less than fifty have succeeded."
---
Zael's pupils shrank slightly.
---
Less than fifty.
---
In the entire world.
---
"That's why things like this…"
Kael lifted the empty vial slightly.
---
"…matter."
---
"Because beyond a certain point…"
---
"…talent alone isn't enough."
---
"You need resources."
---
"Opportunities."
---
"And access to things that most people will never even hear about."
---
Zael's mind moved rapidly.
---
Connecting pieces.
---
The potion.
---
Aurelia's warning.
---
The coming dungeon.
---
Everything.
---
But then—
---
Kael spoke again.
---
And this time—
---
His words changed everything.
---
"Our world…"
A slight pause.
---
"…is still young."
---
Zael's brows furrowed.
---
"…What?"
---
Kael's gaze lifted slightly.
---
As if looking beyond something unseen.
---
"…Young."
---
"Compared to others."
---
Zael's heart skipped.
---
"…Others?"
---
Kael nodded.
---
"Yes."
---
And then—
---
He said it.
---
Calmly.
---
As if stating a simple fact.
---
"Our world isn't the only one with life, Zael."
---
Silence.
---
"There are thousands."
---
"Millions."
---
"Worlds beyond ours."
---
"Some weaker."
---
"Some equal."
---
"And some…"
A slight pause.
---
"…far stronger."
---
Zael's heartbeat quickened.
---
Kael's voice remained steady.
---
"Worlds where level one thousand…"
---
"…is just the beginning."
---
A pause.
---
"Worlds where reaching that level…"
---
"…can take days."
---
"With the right resources."
---
Silence crashed down.
---
Zael stood there.
---
Still.
---
But inside—
---
Everything shifted.
---
Because for the first time—
---
The world he thought he knew—
---
Felt small.
---
Dangerously small.
---
And Kael—
---
Had only just begun to explain.
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[END OF CHAPTER]