novelraw Chapter 192: Soaring Cultivation World
Chapter 192: Soaring Cultivation World
Elsewhere on the battlefield, another blue-skinned figure joined the fight—Lira Hale, the shapeshifter. She shifted into Grak’s form and confused him with a mirror version of himself.
"She’s Lira," Elira told them. "She can become anyone. Her disguise is so perfect, even their voices and scent match."
With her help, Byron managed to knock Grak down, and together with Selan, they drove Karen to retreat, his wings flickering.
Inside the half-destroyed submarine, Marcus Vale broke through the central corridor by bending the metallic structure with sheer force.
He moved forward, entering the core chamber, where Cyras Dren stood.
Cyras smiled calmly. "I’m not here to destroy... I’m here to guide evolution," he said, voice soft and steady.
He gave a calm smile, his hands resting behind his back. "You’ve grown stronger, Marcus. I always knew you would," he said. "That’s why I came to Dravaris years ago. I saw the strength in you... the potential."
Marcus remained silent, his eyes fixed on him.
Cyras continued, voice smooth and persuasive. "You and I aren’t so different. We both believe in strength, in order. But unlike you, I don’t want peace built on weak agreements and slow change. I want a world where Etherbon lead. Not hide. Not follow. Lead."
He stepped forward slightly. "Why should the powerful serve the weak? We are gifted—chosen by Aetherion itself. The world should not govern us. We should govern it. That is the future I offer."
Marcus’s eyes narrowed, the quiet fury beneath his stillness beginning to stir.
"You talk about the future," Marcus said coldly. "But you never mention the past."
Cyras paused.
Marcus spoke again, slower this time. "You made a mistake."
Cyras raised an eyebrow. "What mistake?"
"You killed my wife."
The air grew still.
"That was... years ago," Cyras said. "An accident."
Marcus’s voice dropped into a low, steady tone. "I was working in the factory. You didn’t approach me—you went to her. You wanted Damon, my son. You saw his power with stone and thought you could take him. When she refused... you lost control."
Flashback – Years Ago
Cyras, wearing a cloak and the calm mask of a stranger, visited the Vale home in secret. Damon was outside, lifting stones with joy. His mother watched with pride.
Cyras spoke sweetly, praising the boy’s talent. But when she realized he had come to take Damon, to shape him into one of the Veilborn, she refused.
In the tension of that moment, Cyras moved to silence her—he never meant to kill her. But a wave of force struck too hard. She collapsed.
Back to Present
"I... regret that day," Cyras whispered.
"You should," Marcus replied.
He raised his hand. A small, silver coin floated in the air—gleaming between them.
"I’ve been carrying this coin for years," Marcus said. "It belonged to her."
Cyras’s face grew serious. His body tensed, ready to absorb any attack.
Marcus stepped closer. "You played a game with my son that night. Now I’ll play it with you."
The coin floated forward, slow and steady. Cyras’s eyes widened as he tried to absorb it—tried to call on his power.
But the coin kept moving.
"You can’t stop it," Marcus said softly. "Not this time."
The coin passed through Cyras’s head—clean, precise, and deadly.
Cyras Dren fell to the floor, blood trailing from his forehead. His reign ended in silence.
Moments later, Marcus walked out of the submarine. In his arms, he carried Cyras’s lifeless body. He stood before the gathered Etherbon, eyes burning with quiet fury.
"Stop fighting, my brothers!" Marcus Vale’s voice echoed across the battlefield, carried on a wave of magnetic energy. "Etherbon should not be fighting each other. We are the next step—we were never meant to serve humans. We were meant to rule them."
The clash of powers slowed. Flames dimmed. Winds stilled. The Etherbon paused, caught between belief and duty.
"Tell me if I’m wrong, Alaric," Marcus called out as Alaric Wynn stepped from a glowing craft above—Velmora’s sleek Etherbon airship.
"Yes, you are wrong, Marcus," Alaric answered calmly, descending beside him. "We are the Principals of the Etherbon Schools. We are their mentors, their guardians—not their kings. Our powers are not meant to dominate, but to protect."
Marcus shook his head, eyes burning with fury. "That’s your philosophy, not mine." He turned to the other Etherbon around them. "You speak of peace with the humans—those frail, powerless people who fear what they don’t understand? They are not our equals... they are our chains."
Then, he raised both hands.
The air buzzed with energy as Marcus twisted his fingers—and two sets of missiles, one launched by Velmora, the other by Dravaris, veered in the air and turned.
"If these humans are so precious," Marcus sneered, "then watch what happens when you trust them."
He sent Velmora’s missiles hurtling toward Dravaris’s navy fleet—and at the same time, redirected Dravaris’s counter-missiles toward Velmora’s command ships.
"Nooo!" Alaric shouted. "Marcus, don’t! There are thousands of soldiers on those ships!"
"They chose their side," Marcus replied coldly.
Alaric reached out with his mind, attempting to halt the missiles with psychic force, but they were already too far.
Meanwhile, from the edge of the battlefield, Sharky stood still, his glowing blue eyes filled with rising anger.
"I cannot stand by and watch innocent lives die like this," he said, voice low but firm.
Turning to Sophia, he gave a single command.
"Take me to the fleet. Now."
Without a word, Sophia’s hands glowed, and in a blink, Sharky vanished—teleporting directly onto one of the navy vessels, appearing amidst the shocked navy personnel.
Before anyone could react, Sharky took a deep breath—then unleashed it using his Gasman form. A thick cloud of glowing gas erupted from his mouth, shooting into the sky and spreading rapidly across the airspace where the missiles were flying.
Within seconds, the entire sky was covered in swirling, sparkling mist. As the gas touched the incoming missiles—they vanished. Disintegrated. Gone without a trace.
From the ships, stunned officers and crew stared upward in silence, watching the miracle unfold.
The navy general stepped forward, eyes wide, and gave a deep salute. "Thank you for saving our lives."
Sharky gave a slight nod.
With a touch from Sophia, the two vanished once more, teleporting away and leaving behind a moment of quiet awe.
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Back on the beach, the gas still shimmered faintly in the sky, but all eyes had turned to Alaric Wynn and Marcus Vale once again.
Though most of the Etherbon were stunned by what they’d just witnessed, the tension had returned.
Marcus stepped forward. "Come with me, Alaric. We don’t have to be enemies. You’ve seen how the world is—why waste our gifts defending the weak, when we could build something stronger?"
Alaric shook his head gently. "Power without compassion is destruction. We don’t rule because we can. We lead by example, Marcus—not by fear. That’s the difference between you and me."
"Then you’re a fool," Marcus snapped.
"And you’re blind," Alaric replied, standing tall, his calm voice carrying weight.
With Marcus Vale and Alaric Wynn choosing different paths, the split between them became final.
Marcus returned to Malvara, now leading the Veilborn. Along with him went Karen the Flame Wielder, Grak the Red, and Vekta, forming a new circle of loyal Etherbon who believed in his vision of global control.
Meanwhile, Byron, Zaven Skye, and Selan Vale chose to stay beside Alaric, living quietly and continuing their mission to protect the peace of Aetherion.
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On the other side of the world, Sharky, with Sophia, Rosie, and Elira, journeyed across Aetherion. They visited deep jungles, icy peaks, ancient ruins, and hidden towns—searching for supernatural secrets and signs of the planet’s hidden truth.
Together, they uncovered strange energies, rare Etherbon, and sleeping powers that even Aetherion itself had forgotten.
But after one long year, their journey came to an end.
Sharky stood with Elira, holding a device with a soft blue glow.
"Here. This is for you," he said gently. "A Regeneration and Teleportation device. If your life’s ever in danger, it’ll save you."
Elira looked at him with quiet surprise. "You’re giving this to me?"
"You’re family now, Elira. This is just a little extra protection."
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Later that day, Sharky stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles. "Alright, babes... I’m going to play the simulation game again. So just wait here and relax. I’ll be back soon."
Sophia and Rosie smiled and nodded. Elira leaned back on a couch, a quiet smirk on her lips.
Sharky stepped into the simulation chamber, ready for another round. Simulation Chamber was created by the Ultivalortrix.
But what he didn’t know...
Was that this simulation would be unlike any before.
"Begin The Simulation."
!!!Welcome back, Sharky, which world you want to enter this time!!!
The simulation voice has now started imitating humanly tone.
And then a few world options appeared in front of him.
Magic World - 30 Points
Soaring Dragon World - 3000 Points
Sorcerer World - 3000 Points
Soaring Cultivation World - 3000 Points
"Select the Soaring Cultivation World." Sharky commanded, and then all other options disappeared from the panel.
!!!You have chosen to enter the Soaring Cultivation World...!!!
!!!Please select your identity...!!!
Faint words appeared before his eyes, and the familiar interface appeared.
Ordinary Family
You are born into an ordinary family. Your parents are both ordinary people.
Compared to the aristocratic families, your family situation is ordinary; it might be a bit poorer or a bit richer but will still be ordinary.
Everything about you will be plain and unremarkable.
Points to Exchange: 0 to 10,000.
Aristocratic Family
You are born into an aristocratic family. Both your parents are from aristocratic families or at least one of them is.
Your body has the blood of a cultivator, and you have a much greater chance of having a Spirit Root.
Points to Exchange: 100 to 100,000.
Cultivator Family
You are born into a cultivator family. Both your parents are cultivators or at least one of them is.
You inherit the power of your parents and are born with a Spirit Root, as well as have a noble bloodline.
Points to Exchange: 10,000 to 1,000,000
Random: Spend 500 Points to randomly obtain an identity..."
Looking at the options in front of him, Sharky was not surprised, since he knew about this option.
"Spend 5000 points on the Aristocrat family."
Sharky answered. Although he wanted to choose the Cultivator family. But he also needs points to unlock his aliens.
"You have chosen your identity..."
!!!Now select your talent!!!
1. Cultivator Talent
You have the talent to become a Cultivator.
Points to Exchange: 1,000 to 100,000.
2. Knight Talent
You have the talent to become a Knight.
Points to Exchange: 100 to 10,000.
3. Memory Talent
You have an extraordinary memory that surpasses that of ordinary people’s.
Points to Exchange: 10 to 1,000.
4. Body Talent
You have an extraordinary constitution. Your body will be strong from a young age and surpass ordinary people’s.
Points to Exchange: 10 to 1000.
5. Comprehension Talent
You have extraordinary comprehension abilities. You will be proficient at studying from a young age and have great comprehension abilities towards various things.
Points to Exchange: 10 to 10,000.
Although all of the options look good, since he also needs to save points for unlocking his aliens, he thought about selecting some options.
Since he was going to be born in a Cultivator family, he doesn’t need cultivation talent, but still for safety, he chooses.
"Use 1000 points on each except for Knight Talent."
!!!You have chosen Cultivation, Memory, Body and Comprehension Talent...!!!
After the identity selection, the next familiar interface appeared.
!!!Now you can choose the following aliens DNA to unlock!!!
Devourer - 18000 Points
Crystal Freeze - 20000 Points
Energy Metal - 20000 Points
Spitail Monkey - 13000 Points
Teneye Guy - 15000 Points
He was shocked and happy to see this, that Crystal Freeze was in this option.
Because Crystal Freeze was one of favourite powers.
Since he has only 38000 Points left. He decided to buy the Devourer and Crystal Freeze.
Leaving 0 points.
!!!Simulation begins. Advice for Sharky, please close your eyes for a few minutes, to adjust to the simulation world!!!
Sharky nodded, and he did the same as advised. Once again darkness spread around him.