Chapter 82 - Chapter 82: Chapter 80: The Path of Knowledge’s Promotion Direction (Seeking Monthly Passes!) (1/2)

Chapter 82: Chapter 80: The Path of Knowledge’s Promotion Direction (Seeking Monthly Passes!)

The reconstruction work of Nasir Town was underway under the direction of the Fischer family. Despite the bustle of people working for several days, the rebuild was still not completely finished.

Everyone realized that re-establishing Nasir North City would be a long-term endeavor.

At night, in the potion workshop of the Fischer family,

Byrne sat at his desk, supporting his wire-rimmed glasses, as his feather pen continuously wrote words that flowed with force and fluidity across the paper.

“In Extraordinary Realm combat, the six most important elements are ‘intelligence, cooperation, timing, distance, relationships of restraint, and mobility.’

“The most critical intelligence includes, but is not limited to, the enemy’s abilities, item status, ally’s abilities, item status, and even various detailed information about the terrain and weather.”

As he wrote this, he reminisced about the various teachings of his father and thought about the few battles he had experienced himself.

“Cooperation is also crucial; the sum of Extraordinary powers often exceeds the additive combination where one plus one is greater than two. Outstanding cooperation can create miracles, while poor cooperation can drag each other down.”

Byrne, illuminated by the oil lamp, penned down the experience he had summarized.

He deeply hoped to compile a general combat guide for the later members of the Fischer family, rather than them having to grasp it through lessons of blood and tears.

From the bottom of his heart, Byrne felt that the ability to learn and inherit knowledge was extremely important, perhaps even the most important ability humans could have.

Just after he finished writing everything, he suddenly felt his Spirituality boiling over, although it only lasted for a brief few seconds, it was extremely noticeable!

He had found it!

“Great, I finally found the direction for the promotion ritual!”

Byrne was overjoyed; it was such a relief. Although there were multiple paths to ascend to the 3rd Rank, as a forerunner, he could only grope in the darkness for the way forward.

Having only received hints about “knowledge” and “mysterious,” he had done many things related to both, yet there had been no sign of promotion.

“So that’s it, I have finally found a way.”

Byrne stood up with a joyful expression and mumbled as he paced, “Hmm, as long as I ‘create a certain number of complete Mysterious Knowledge Inheritances, accompanied by the corresponding Magic Potion,’ I can ascend to a higher rank and master the Power of Consecution at the 3rd Rank of the Path of Knowledge!”

But he knew that creating Mysterious Knowledge Heritages was actually a difficult task.

It required the Extraordinary Exponent to possess enough insight and summarizing abilities, and the entire process had to be a genuine creation from the heart; any help from others would likely result in no effect from the ritual.

Byrne knew that the Consecution Extraordinary Exponent at the 1st Rank was roughly equivalent to a low-level Beginning, while those at the 2nd Rank were roughly equivalent to a high-level Beginning.

If he could reach the 3rd Rank, his strength would basically be comparable to a low-level Transmutation Bloodline Knight or Spellcaster!

Remembering the terror of the black-robed evil cultist, suddenly, he felt a tremendous sense of anticipation that he too could soon touch such powerful forces!

“As long as I can ascend to the 3rd Rank, many of the family’s difficulties will be easily resolved!”

Beginning and Transmutation, just like the knight clans dependent upon the nobles and the noble families with private soldiers over their lands, there was a fundamental difference between the two.

Byrne, filled with excitement, didn’t sleep the whole night. Early in the morning, just as he was about to sleep, a servant respectfully informed him that a significant figure from the Tempest Church, the Deputy of the Great Priest, had arrived in Nasir.

One cannot neglect a big shot from the Tempest Church. Byrne quickly got dressed, tidied his appearance, and then headed to the church in Nasir.

At the church, Byrne saw the old priest standing next to a young man with respectful deference.

The young man had dark blue hair, his eyes filled with arrogance and disdain. He was tall and extremely thin, with his pale hands showing no sign of blood.

He seemed to be complaining, looking dissatisfied.

“The diocese of over a million people on the East Coast Province, I have to run for any minor or major issues. The Great Priest gets to enjoy his ease while I, the deputy, am running myself ragged.”

Just approaching, from dozens of meters away, Byrne felt an incredibly intense and powerful presence!

It was an unstoppable force, like a deep-sea vortex that could destroy everything, swirling around the man and causing immense shock in people’s hearts! Absolutely impossible to ignore or resist!

Byrne and the old priest were sweating profusely, unable to speak where they stood, and hardly able to look directly at the young man who had reached a high-level Transmutation.

Why was that presence so terrifyingly manifested?

He had attended several feasts in Fein City, where those big shots were like ordinary people, their presence never bursting out like this in terror.

Viscount Bast had even behaved very warmly toward Byrne during a crime incident, speaking in an easygoing tone.

If Byrne hadn’t already known the identity of the other, he never would have guessed he was a great overlord who stood above hundreds of thousands of people.

Only now did he finally understand how vast the difference between himself and those big shots was, like an insect that could be crushed at any moment.

Suddenly, that strong presence vanished as if it had never existed, and the young Assistant Priest shook his head, saying,

“I am in a ‘Metamorphosis Phase,’ and occasionally, I can’t suppress the outward spread of my presence.”

He wasn’t apologizing, just explaining the reason, as he saw no need to apologize to such minor characters.

Byrne finally breathed a sigh of relief; facing that human-shaped deep-sea vortex had almost made it difficult for him to breathe normally.

“Byrne of the Fischer family?” the Assistant Priest asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Assistant sir, I am Byrne.”