Chapter 50 (2/2)

For every Warrior in the Firuman continent, Battle Art represented power and glory!

With it, one could soar up and cruise through life on the upper crust of society. Without it, one was doomed to struggle in the dirt no matter how hard one worked.

“Jacker, are you ready?” Link asked the large man in front of him.

The strong giant knelt in front of Link and solemnly lowered his head as if he were being knighted. His voice was shaky as he said, “Yes, I’m ready!”

Link pointed the wand in his hand at Jacker, the green aura flowed into Jacker’s body, and then the surface of Jacker’s body began to glow.

Jacker’s body glowed in a yellow hue, like the earth. It was his unique Battle Art that his body generated after receiving Battle Art. This was a testament to Link’s Hidden Power spell’s unique capacity—to develop a person’s potential, improve their body constitution, and let them absorb energy from their surroundings much better.

Under this spell, Jacker’s Battle Art intensified rapidly.

But there was more.

Jacker could sense that there was information in his head that wasn’t there before. He closed his eyes to concentrate on it and was shocked to discover that it was the practice method to develop his Battle Art. The information was very clear, with key details; this was the most valuable knowledge for a Warrior.

As he opened his eyes, Jacker pressed a hand on his heart, and swore, “Master Link, I, Jacker, son of Bodin, by the name of the God of Light, swear, that with your agreement, from this day onwards, I will forever be loyal to you, forever follow your every footstep, you shall have my strength whenever you need it!”

Yes, Battle Art, he had obtained the thing he had so desired for all his life. Moreover, he received the complete Battle Art without any omissions. His brain contained all the detailed methods, all he needed to do was practice it daily and his Battle Art would continue to advance on and on.

With Battle Art, those Legendary realms would no longer be a mere fantasy for him. One day, he would possess unrivaled strength, and become a Warrior above all the others!

Then, Jacker began to reminisce about his past.

He was born in a rural little mountain village, and his father was a blacksmith. They were both headstrong, so they butted heads a lot. One day, when he was still young, they had a heated argument and Jacker ran away from home afterwards. He had planned to wander and achieve some success before going back. All these years, although he had been very hardworking, he felt that his successes were still too small, so even though he missed his father and sister very much, he was too ashamed to go home.

But everything was about to change now!

He heaved a long sigh. Jacker felt markedly content. His heart was filled with respect and gratitude towards the young Magician in front of him. His kindness had touched Jacker’s heart. He was prepared to give his life to serve Link.

Link was taken aback by Jacker’s reaction, his only intention was to gain a comrade. He never thought of gaining a follower sworn to him under the name of the God of Light. What Jacker did was no different from selling his life to Link.

Yet all Link did was cast one spell. The effort to him was minuscule, on Earth there would be no such easy deed. But then, when he thought about it, Link suddenly realized that this world is a strange world—it had its own separate set of rules. He understood that Battle Art was very important to a Warrior, so he had no need to struggle or oppose it. He decided that when in Rome, he should just do as the Romans did.

Thus, he nodded his head and said, “I give you permission to be my follower. But I don’t like to be interrupted, you can go your own way, and whenever I need you, I’ll find you.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Jacker immediately changed the way he addressed Link. He looked behind and made eye contact with Lucy and Gildern.

The three mercenaries had fought alongside each other for a long time, so they understood each other well. Lucy and Gildern had initially noticed the strange expression in Jacker’s eyes, and now Jacker was reminding them again. The two weren’t stupid, they knew that the opportunity was rare, so, without hesitation, they stepped up and knelt on the ground.

“My Lord, please accept me as your follower!” said Lucy, though her tone was tainted with uncertainty. She had not known Link for long, so she still had some reservations.

“My Lord, allow me to bask in your glory!” said Gildern. For someone who always spoke sarcastically, it turned out that he knew how to flatter people when he wanted to after all.