Chapter 81: Chapter 81
Lathel woke up. Beside him, Mira and Selvia were still fast asleep after an exhausting battle.
On their faces lingered a look of satisfaction and blissful smiles.
He walked out to the living room, sat in a chair, and enjoyed the stillness of the night.
"Don’t you find it strange how she seems to have completely forgotten what happened?"
Evelyn’s voice echoed, accompanied by her soft hands reaching out from two swirling voids over his shoulders, gently caressing his neck and shoulders.
Lathel smirked. "Huh! She has her own secrets. Right now, pushing closer will only make her pull further away from me."
"That much is enough. All we need is a little more time—just wait for the right opportunity."
"Hm... humans are so strange," Evelyn replied. "If you like someone, you like them. If not, then you don’t. Why make things so complicated?"
As she spoke, her hand moved down to his chest, softly stroking it.
"Hahaha... if it weren’t complicated, it wouldn’t be human," Lathel said with a laugh.
Suddenly, a memory from his past life surfaced.
In that memory, a middle-aged woman, dressed in rags, her face marked by time, her hair tangled and filthy, sat beside him.
"Lathel, do you see it now?"
"Mother... mother..." Lathel didn’t understand what the woman was saying—he simply tilted his head at her, his face dull and vacant like a fool’s.
"That... is humanity," she said, her voice hoarse and trembling as if on the verge of tears. "Lathel, you must live. If you cannot take revenge, then just live—that alone is enough."
"Remember... just live, and that will be enough..."
"Ah!" Evelyn’s voice snapped him back to reality. Her voice pulled him from the memory.
"Just got caught up in a memory, that’s all."
"Hm?!" Lathel frowned and touched his cheek, realizing a single tear had trailed down.
"Were you crying?" Evelyn asked curiously.
"Hahaha..." Lathel chuckled, almost as if mocking himself. "Just thinking about some unpleasant memories, that’s all."
Evelyn didn’t press further. Her soft hands continued massaging his shoulders and chest.
Silently, Lathel gave a command to the System in his mind:
"How much EXP do I currently possess?"
\[Ding! A new day has begun. Your current EXP is: 35,880,000 EXP.]
\[Ding! Rosia’s EXP contribution function has now been activated.]
Lathel furrowed his brow, contemplating for a moment before giving the command: "Upgrade the Spatial Talent."
\[Ding! Do you wish to spend 32,000,000 EXP to upgrade Spatial Talent from Level 4 to Level 5?]
\[Ding! Deduction successful. Remaining EXP: 3,880,000 EXP.]
\[Ding! Beginning upgrade.]
Lathel frowned as he felt the energy within his body grow more intense—very different from previous upgrades.
With a wave of his hand, an invisible spatial dome formed around him.
He could sense the space around him vibrating violently. More than that, he felt as if another dimension was layered within reach.
Frowning, he extended his hand forward, piercing through the current dimension into that alternate one.
"Huh?!" Lathel was startled, but then his eyes turned wild, filled with manic excitement.
"This... is fascinating..." Lathel laughed maniacally, extending his other hand into the strange dimension.
At that moment, the space around him trembled violently as countless spatial ripples spread in all directions.
Fortunately, the area had already been sealed off by Lathel. Otherwise, the entire vicinity would’ve been flattened by the spatial shockwaves.
Fractures appeared all around him—like glass being struck.
Lathel narrowed his eyes and slowly retracted his hands, muttering: "Next time... you won’t be so lucky."
Once he spoke, space gradually stabilized as if nothing had happened.
\[Ding! Congratulations. You have successfully upgraded Spatial Talent from Level 4 to Level 5 (0/64,000,000 EXP).]
Level: 5 – Early Stage
Space: Rank S – Level 5 (+2) (0/64,000,000 EXP)
Perfect Humanity: Rank A – Level 5 (0/32,000,000 EXP)
Current EXP: 3,880,000
Selvia Aqualis (legal wife, Main Heroine) – 67.5 exp/s
Mira (NPC | ???) – 20 exp/s
Rosia (NPC | Villainess) – \[EXP contribution active]
Fate Seizing: 20 points (20 exp/s)
Equipment: Celesthalis
1x Future Sight Card (1 day)
Lunar Petal – Rank B Absorption Technique (unlimited use)
Lathel took a deep breath, feeling the power coursing through his body, a satisfied smile blooming in his heart.
"What was that just now?" Evelyn suddenly asked.
"Just some strange existence trying to reach this world," Lathel replied casually. "But don’t worry. We’ll get to see it soon enough."
Hearing Lathel’s indifferent, slightly mocking tone, Evelyn realized that whatever it was—meant little to him.
In his mind, Lathel gave the order: "Use the Future Sight card."
\[Ding! Activating Future Sight card.]
Immediately, his consciousness was pulled into a strange spatial realm.
Lathel didn’t know how long he had been in that place, but in reality, only a second had passed.
One second later, Lathel chuckled and said, "Interesting. So... Lucien isn’t as useless as I thought."
At a particularly unique location, a group of people had gathered.
Lucien arrived accompanied by Irelia, Billy, and Aris.
In contrast, Lathel was joined by only Selvia.
Lucien’s body was wrapped in white bandages, especially around his neck, as if the injury there had been severe.
Selvia glanced at Lucien, then quickly looked away, showing no further interest. For more chapters visıt novel·fire.net
Lucien clenched his teeth, his heart aching:
’Selvia... why do you look at me with such eyes?’
’No! It’s all Lathel’s fault. Selvia isn’t to blame. She’s too kind—that’s why she was easily deceived by him.’
’Selvia... don’t worry, I will save you. I’ll save Master Lilith too. I will save everyone...’
Lathel, on the other hand, wasn’t overthinking. He didn’t even spare Lucien a glance.
Before him stood a towering cliff, over two hundred meters tall, carved into its face a gate formed by three concentric circles.
Around the gate, ancient magical symbols were covered in moss, as if they had endured the wear of countless ages.
However, standing before that gate, Lathel could see the space around it trembling slightly.
He frowned—then let out a faint smile.
"Ah, your master didn’t come today?" Morlan approached at that moment, his voice filled with mocking amusement.
Lathel knew exactly why Lyra wasn’t present today.
Earlier that morning, Mira had shown symptoms of energy disruption. Lyra stayed behind to help stabilize her—thus, both of them were absent.
Of course, the symptoms had been Lathel’s doing. At the very least, he wanted to test whether Mira could utilize energy directly transferred from him.
Besides, today, he couldn’t allow Lyra to appear—doing so would ruin his plan.
Lathel looked toward Morlan and politely bowed. "Master is busy today. For something this trivial, I wouldn’t dare bother her."
"Huh!" Morlan frowned, his eyes sharp and laced with irritation. "Trivial? Do you even know why you’re here today?"
"Of course I do," Lathel nodded, still calm and confident, unfazed by Morlan’s intimidating aura. "Precisely because I understand, I consider it trivial."
"Ah!" Morlan sneered. "So your mouth is quite slick. But I don’t appreciate the way you’re speaking to me."
"I am the Vice Dean. You’re just a measly student, and yet you dare speak to me so disrespectfully? Since your master isn’t here today, I’ll stand in for her—and teach you a lesson in manners."
As he spoke, Morlan raised his hand. Around his palm, strange symbols like serpents began to coil and glow with an eerie violet light.
Crackling arcs of lightning flared around his hand, radiating destructive power.
Lucien and Irelia, witnessing the scene, brightened with anticipation, clearly waiting for Lathel to be punished.
Aris, however, furrowed her brows. Her hands clenched so tightly they turned white, ready to rush forward and help Lathel.
But just then, a voice echoed in her mind. She bit her lip and slowly relaxed her hands, silently replying to the voice she had just heard.
’Understood, Master.’
The sharp crackle of colliding lightning echoed loudly. The violet light cast ominous shadows across Morlan’s face, making him look even more fearsome.
"Remember, I’m teaching you a lesson in manners," Morlan said arrogantly, his voice dripping with contempt. "Next time you see me, lower your head. Understood?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flung his hand forward. A bolt of violet lightning shot out at incredible speed, roaring straight toward Lathel.
Lathel feigned surprise at the attack, though inwardly he was pleased.
’Everything is unfolding exactly as I saw with the Future Sight card.’
’Now... it’s time for the main character to take the stage.’
Just as the thought ended, a parasol suddenly appeared in front of him—accompanied by a calm voice.
"If Lyra can’t protect her disciple, then allow me to do it instead."