The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - Chapter 107

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Chapter 107. Journey to the Capital (3)
A cure crafted by Iliana.
Through it, Seraphia awakened the Power of Cold.
The Allied Forces’ hero had ended up aiding The Frost Lord….
‘My thinking was too shallow.’
…To be precise, it was my own fault.
First, I hadn’t anticipated that Iliana would create a cure.
Second, I overlooked that if Iliana had created a cure, its effects would be extraordinary.
Iliana had simply crafted the cure with utmost sincerity.
She had even explained the cure’s effects with complete earnestness.
…I simply failed to comprehend her words.
Had I known this would happen, I should have used Predator’s Instinct[S].
Then I could have discerned the cure’s true potency.
Though late now, I examined Seraphia using Predator’s Instinct[S].
==【Character Information】==
Name: Seraphia Whitewolf
Classification: Animalia, Mammalia, Hominidae, Human
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Distinctive Trait: Power of Cold[P]
I confirmed that the Curse of Cold[P] had transformed into the Power of Cold[P].
◆Power of Cold[P]
: The user generates [supernatural thermal energy deficit], reducing [entropy] and [enthalpy] arising from energy dynamics to [infinitesimal] values. Consequently, all thermal energy and molecular motion within [finite systems] converge toward [zero], causing all physical, chemical, and biological processes to cease entirely.
Numerous complex concepts filled the description.
Even reading it, I couldn’t grasp what it meant.
I suspected that even using Predator’s Instinct[S] on the cure wouldn’t have helped me understand it.
‘What exactly did you create, Iliana.’
I was reminded anew that she wasn’t the Sage of Truth for nothing.
The one saving grace was….
‘She only awakened the Power of Cold.’
She hadn’t awakened as The Frost Lord itself.
Moreover, judging from her need for further training, the power hadn’t fully awakened either.
Had it been otherwise, I wouldn’t be standing here unscathed.
Of course, I now surpassed my past life’s Predator form.
But a Lord’s strength transcends merely surpassing Predator by a mere margin.
Another level.
A Lord existed on a plane the Allied Forces’ heroes couldn’t even approach.
Only Ian could stand against them, and even Ian couldn’t guarantee victory against a Lord.
Yet Ian had defeated the Lords with minimal casualties.
Only one.
The Frost Lord.
The Allied Forces’ greatest adversary.
The witch who took the hero Ian’s left arm.
Memories of that horrific past life crashed over me in an instant, and my fists clenched involuntarily with a sharp crack.
Countless souls who perished at the hands of the Frost Lord.
Voices crying out for salvation.
Hands flailing desperately, unwilling to accept death.
Like yesterday’s nightmare, these images circled endlessly through my mind, constricting my heart.
Dragon claws[A] dug into my palm, blood dripping steadily—it was at that very moment.
◆The Successor’s Will[EX] resists the surging madness!!
◆13 Sanity accumulates!
The message appearing before my eyes allowed me to regain my composure.
The terror and nightmares bestowed by the Frost Lord had taken root so deeply within me.
The Frost Lord ranked among the highest of the six Lords.
Merely the mention of her name sent tremors of fear through the entire Allied Forces.
Thus, my instinct screamed at me to kill Seraphia immediately.
But my reason, held fast by the Successor’s Will[EX].
Told me this was wrong.
There had to be a reason why Ian regretted killing the Frost Lord.
And that reason had to be ‘rational’.
‘But I can’t simply wait for Ian either.’
Ian might be drawing the Emperor’s attention right now.
In other words, I had no idea when I could reunite with him.
I couldn’t afford to simply wait for Ian’s regrets.
Since I’d decided to act in earnest, I had to judge and act on my own, even accounting for Ian’s recklessness.
I lifted my gaze calmly.
Seraphia was trembling, hunched over.
Then our eyes met—
“Hic…!”
Her small shoulders flinched, and she bowed her head down sharply.
…No matter how I looked at it, she was not the Frost Lord.
The emotions detected by Weak Point Detection[U] were not hostility, but caution, anxiety, and clumsy innocence.
Her bewildered appearance, as if she’d done something wrong, looked less like the Frost Lord and more like a scolded girl.
My memories and experiences from the past life rejected Seraphia instinctively.
But thinking rationally, there was no reason to kill Seraphia now.
‘Unless she awakens as the Frost Lord.’
Therefore, to make the decision to ‘not kill Seraphia’ going forward, there was something I absolutely had to know.
When, where, how, and why did Seraphia fall into becoming the Frost Lord?
The first hypothesis was the Elixir of Infinity.
But the Elixir of Infinity, from what I could tell….
‘It seems to be related to the Frost Lord’s authority.’
Infinite power.
It was difficult to attribute Seraphia’s fall to becoming the Frost Lord solely to that.
‘Hmm.’
I rearranged and pieced together memories and information from my past life, but….
‘I can’t figure it out.’
I lacked the ability to uncover what I didn’t know.
In my past life, I had abandoned my house and lived as a vagrant afterward, so I was unfamiliar with the events unfolding at this point in time.
More precisely, most information related to the Darkness Lord had been erased from my memory.
All the more reason I needed to observe the Darkness Lord from the Capital.
In any case, with the information I currently possessed, I didn’t know when, where, how, or why Seraphia would fall to become the Frost Lord.
Then.
The conclusion was simple.
Even if Seraphia fell to become the Frost Lord.
Even if Seraphia mastered the Frost Lord’s authority perfectly.
All I needed to do was cultivate the strength to suppress the Frost Lord.
* * *
A deep and dark forest that seemed to have swallowed all light.
Branches twisted together, casting sharp shadows, and wind whistled through the leaves with an eerie sound.
‘…Is that it?’
When I activated Predator’s instinct, information materialized before my eyes.
==【Entity Information】==
Entity: Noctura
Classification: Monster Class, Shadow Owl Family
Gender: Male
Age: 8 years
Characteristic: Low Light Vision [C]
Entity name: Noctura.
As evident from the owl family classification, it was a rare monster born from an owl mutation.
Among them, Noctura had evolved the owl’s nocturnal vision.
◆Low Light Vision [C]
: When this skill is activated, the player consumes [5 Kcal] per second to dramatically enhance the tissue membrane and cornea that transmit light through the visual aperture. During the maintenance period, the player can detect even the faintest light, improving night vision by [+58,330%].
【This skill can be toggled [On/Off].】
Noctura’s Low Light Vision [C]—so acute that even a single candle lit in a vast city would allow it to hunt mice.
That ability alone was extraordinary.
But the true power of Low Light Vision [C] lay in its combination skills.
Spectrum Vision.
The ability to see infrared, ultraviolet, and even X-rays.
By utilizing infrared, it could detect hidden enemies through thermal sensing in an instant.
By utilizing ultraviolet, it could identify invisible marks, residue, toxic substances, and more.
By utilizing X-ray vision, I could pierce through my opponent’s body and see their movements with perfect clarity.
Through this, I drew one step closer to the realm Ian had described.
Lumen Pax.
The ultimate state of being—aligning one’s spirit and senses completely to perceive all surrounding environments, including one’s opponent, with absolute clarity.
According to Ian.
-Those who reach the realm of Lumen Pax gain the ability to perceive even the slightest muscle movements and all flows of mana within their opponent.
Through this, they can discern the opponent’s next action and shifts in their aura, naturally predicting the direction of attacks.
From a third party’s perspective, it would appear as though they were gazing into the future mere seconds ahead.
Unfortunately, I could not wield mana, so I could not reach Lumen Pax.
But I could draw near to it.
Through Spectrum Vision—a ‘biological Lumen Pax’ of my own.
To combine such Spectrum Vision, I absolutely required Low-Light Vision [C], which could dramatically enhance the ’tissue membranes and photoreceptors’ that transmit light.
However, hunting Noctura was far from easy.
It was an exceptionally rare monster to begin with, and Noctura boasted perfect night vision that missed nothing in the darkness.
Thus came its name—Noctura, meaning ‘Master of the Night Sky’.
That name was no exaggeration whatsoever.
◆Skill, Assimilation [C-] activated.
With Assimilation [C-], I melted into the darkness where Noctura could not easily find me.
Unfortunately, I had not secured a complete genetic template.
With incomplete Assimilation [C-], I could not fully escape Noctura’s surveillance net, but….
◆Skill, Slime Cell [C+] activated.
I activated Slime Cell [C+] to expand my joints’ range of motion.
This too was still an incomplete genetic template.
Slick, slither.
Yet with my mucus-coated muscles and joints expanding and contracting without restriction, even the fallen leaves on the ground did not react to my footsteps.
No trace remained in the air either.
But Noctura’s advantage extended far beyond vision alone—its hearing was equally extraordinary.
Its head could rotate up to 320 degrees, and with its ears at different heights, it could pinpoint the exact location of any sound.
Noctura detected the presence of prey and predators alike through its exceptional hearing.
Yet the title 【Master of the Underworld】 [Effect 2].
Currently, I benefited from the [Blessing of Darkness] effect, reducing noise during movement by [-99%].
Soundless footsteps.
Noctura remained completely unaware of my existence.
But I too had to be cautious, for I could not see ahead.
Noctura was a flying monster.
Once it escaped, recapturing it would be difficult.
I drew my senses to their absolute peak.
Lowering my breathing, I waited and waited for the perfect moment.
Then, when Noctura had firmly entered my attack range.
◆Combination Skill ‘Metabolic Overdrive [U]’ activated!
◆Calories Consumed – 65,500Kcal
◆For [655 seconds], all of the player’s stats increase by [+65.5%]!
My body tore through the night air in an instant—
Noctura flinched, startled, and leaped back—
But before Noctura could even spread his wings—
Crack!
◆You have defeated Noctura!
◆You acquire 310 combat experience points!
The Dragon’s Claw [A] had already pierced straight through Noctura’s heart.
* * *
During rest periods, meal times, and even sleep, Adrian would disappear, claiming he needed to scout the surroundings.
But now, at least during travel time, she could be with Adrian.
Or so Seraphia had hoped.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A tremendous roar echoed from behind the carriage.
Adrian was sprinting after the carriage, the source of that deafening sound.
Heavy iron armor was strapped across Adrian’s back.
Training weights and similar implements hung from various parts of his body, dangling heavily.
The weight was so immense.
With each step Adrian took, the ground thundered—Boom! Boom!
The earth cratered and sank beneath the imprint of his footfalls.
Every muscle across his body, taut as sinew, bulged with such tension it seemed ready to explode at any moment.
“Good heavens….”
“Unless his body was carved from solid rock….”
“Even rock wouldn’t turn out like that, would it?”
The soldiers watching the spectacle exchanged glances, unable to hide their astonishment.
“Every time I see it….”
“I wonder if he’s really one of us.”
It truly seemed questionable whether he was even human.
“But why is he suddenly doing that?”
“Physical training, he said.”
“…Training? Not torture?”
“Even if it were torture, is something like that even possible?”
“It’s Adrian, after all.”
Because it was Adrian.
The soldiers had come to accept everything with that single explanation.
Adrian had begun his physical training even during travel time.
And through it all, everyone could only marvel at Adrian.
Yet Seraphia alone sat in the carriage, her head bowed low.
‘It’s because of me….’
I felt as though I had simply stolen Adrian’s carriage.
Yet on the other hand, there was a pang of disappointment toward Adrian for seeming reluctant to share a carriage with Seraphia.
Resentment toward Chameleon for attacking so suddenly.
Regret and loneliness—wishing I had not revealed my abilities if I had known it would come to this.
It was only that my heart swelled knowing I could be of greater help to Adrian than before.
It was only that I felt exhilarated knowing I could now fight alongside Adrian.
It was only that I had harbored a faint hope of receiving his praise.
Caught in these tangled emotions, Seraphia gently caressed the handkerchief resting upon her lap.
A precious gift she had painstakingly sewn with care—meant to convey her gratitude for him saving her life.
She had harbored the hope that if Adrian came to understand her sincerity through this gift, they might grow closer than before.
Yet throughout the entire journey to the Capital, Adrian had not a single moment of respite.
And so.
“We shall arrive at the Capital, Battenberg, very soon!!”
The journey to the Capital passed in an instant, leaving behind only loneliness.
* * *
Delicate golden ornaments carved into the ceiling.
Walls finished in soft cream-colored marble that emanated a gentle luminescence.
At the far end of a long table adorned with precious jewels sat a single woman.
Her name was Marceline Charlotte de Battenberg.
She was the Queen of the Battenberg Kingdom.
“Your Majesty, the two young masters of House Whitewolf have arrived in the Capital.”
As the palace chamberlain approached cautiously with the news, Queen Marceline’s hand holding her teacup paused briefly.
“…They arrived sooner than expected.”
Queen Marceline set down her teacup and tapped the saucer lightly.
“Unfortunately, I must take my leave from here.”
Queen Marceline rose slowly from her seat with a gentle smile.
Then she suddenly paused mid-step and tilted her head slightly.
“Ah, that’s right. Now that I think of it… that boy, Adrian was it?”
Queen Marceline cast a subtle gaze across the table—
“The name that Baron Segretus seemed so keen about.”
She observed the reaction of Baron Segretus, who sat across from her.
“An excessive interpretation, Your Majesty.”
Baron Segretus replied in a measured tone.
But in that brief moment, did she not catch the subtle tension that crossed the Baron’s face?
Queen Marceline smiled thinly.
“I am curious what manner of boy he is, for the Baron to be so keenly interested.”

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