novelraw Chapter 94: Invitation
Chapter 94: Invitation
Even though he had successfully forced Lunge to the brink of submission, he couldn’t shake the sudden chill that settled in his chest.
The sheer density of Lunge’s earth-attuned mana was like a crashing landslide. the crushing weight of a master who had spent centuries refining his connection to the world.
Without that fundamental evolution of his mana core, no amount of skill or technique would have saved him from being pulverized into the stone floor alongside Yuan.
[Host: Noah Whiteheart]
[EXP: 0/100$&@?]
[Elements: Ice, Lightning]
[Health: 1500/1500]
[Agility: 34]
[Endurance: 32]
[Supreme Points: 20]
His mana pool had expanded into a vast, swirling sea of seven thousand units, and his physical attributes had surged into the thirties, placing him in a realm of power that he previously could only imagine.
Seeing his name, "Noah Whiteheart," next to the rank of Arch Magus felt surreal, yet the raw power thrumming through his veins was undeniably real.
Lunge was still smoothing out his clothes, his face a mixture of embarrassment and suppressed fear. Noah watched him with a cold gaze.
In a clash of auras, the lower-ranked magus is almost always suppressed by the sheer volume and quality of the opponent’s mana.
While Aura master was incredibly useful for intimidation and deception, Noah knew its critical flaw.
It was a tool designed to fool the senses and project a false sense of scale, but it lacked the structural integrity of actual, cultivated mana.
It was, after all, at the end of the day an illusion. The system-granted ability could weave a convincing tapestry of power around him, making his presence feel like whatever magus rank he set it to.
But when it came to testing against a true magus at that level—someone like Lunge who had truly reached the arch magus rank—the illusion was sure to fail.
’Eye of truth.’ Noah thought, glancing at Lunge as he used the skill.
[Rank: Arch Magus (high)]
[Mana: 6000/6000]
[Strength: 29]
[Stamina: 30]
[Sense: 34]
Noah’s pupils contracted as the information settled in.
While Lunge’s physical attributes—his strength, agility, and endurance—actually trailed behind Noah’s own system-enhanced body, the sheer volume of his mana and his sense were formidable.
Now that he thought about it, a wave of profound realization washed over him. He had just successfully overpowered the mana pressure of a High Arch Magus while being a Low Arch Magus himself!
In a head-to-head clash of pressure, the sheer quantity and density of mana usually determined the victor.
If anyone heard this, they would find it hard to believe. They would likely laugh it off as a tall tale or a hallucination born of mana exhaustion.
Noah knew the reason for this was the System. It wasn’t just about the numbers or the levels; it was about the fundamental quality of the energy the System provided.
Every drop of mana in his seven-thousand-unit pool felt denser, more refined, and infinitely more responsive than the ambient mana he used to struggle with.
This richness allowed his intent to cut through Lunge’s pressure like a diamond-tipped blade through soft wood.
He looked up at Noah, his piercing black eyes now carrying a glimmer of wary respect that bordered on caution.
Noah clicked his tongue, a sharp, dismissive sound that echoed within the hollow interior of his mask.
He wasn’t interested in an apology; he was interested in the truth that had been moments away from being revealed before Lunge had literally crashed through the door.
She looked like a broken doll, her short brown hair matted against her forehead.
’Now that the Magus Order is trying to take over this case... I don’t know how I’m supposed to get the information I need from her.’
Once she was behind those white stone walls, Noah would lose all access.
Lunge, ever the opportunist, seemed to sense Noah’s internal conflict.
His black eyes were sharp, evaluating Noah as a potential asset rather than just an obstacle.
"An Archmagus of your caliber will surely be accepted easily. We are always looking for... exceptional magi like you. With your power, you wouldn’t be an outsider; you would be an elite among elites."
The offer was a transparent attempt to bring Noah under the Order’s thumb. By recruiting him, the Order wouldn’t just be gaining a powerful magus; they would be neutralizing a rogue element they couldn’t control.
Noah didn’t answer immediately. He looked at Lunge, then at the shivering Tara, and then at the Yuan, who looked like his whole world had just come crashing down.