The morning sun was just beginning to break through the dense, misty canopy of the Northern Forest, casting a fractured mosaic of golden light and long, stretching shadows over Ed Rothtaylor’s camp.
The air was biting and crisp, heavy with the unmistakable scent of damp pine needles, wet earth, and the soft morning dew that clung stubbornly to the fallen leaves, heralding the imminent arrival of autumn.
Sitting cross-legged on a sturdy wooden stump that he had painstakingly leveled days prior, Ed was submerged in a state of profound concentration.
His breathing was slow, rhythmic, and mathematically calculated.
He was practicing his mana rotation, forcing the ambient energy of the forest to flow continuously through the newly forged magical channels of his E+ Rank physical vessel.
He could feel a monumental difference within his very being.
The sharp, residual soreness that usually tormented his muscles, tendons, and bones after every grueling fight or training session was rapidly fading, replaced by a strange, vibrant lightness.
His mind felt clearer, colder, and sharper than ever before.
There were no longer any doubts or hesitations; this hostile forest was his absolute domain, and he was more than ready to tame it completely.
The assimilation template from the System did not grant him useless memories about the history, politics, or daily life in Arthur Leywin’s original world; instead, it directly injected into his brain and muscle memory the pure, distilled understanding of his magics, sword techniques, and martial arts as he unlocked them.
He was simply Ed Rothtaylor, a tactical survivor armed with the lethal discipline of King Grey and the magical prowess of a prodigy.
Suddenly, the soft morning gloom was interrupted by the sudden flare of the System’s golden interface, expanding right at the edge of his peripheral vision.
However, something fundamental had drastically changed in its presentation.
Instead of its usual rigid, mechanical, and neutral tone, the text floated into view with an almost lazy sluggishness, accompanied by a faint chiming sound that completely lacked any semblance of enthusiasm.
It was as if the System had adopted the personality of a sarcastic, underpaid office worker forced to work overtime on their only day off.
[Ding.
Surprising.
The Host has miraculously survived another day without dying miserably.
A silent round of applause for you.]
[Calculating the extra rewards for successfully befriending the Forest Guardian without getting decapitated by a raging tornado in the process.]
[Dispensing the rewards.
Please try not to shatter your fragile bones when using them.
Dimensional resurrection paperwork is a massive hassle I would rather avoid.]
[Reward 1: Passive Trait – ‘Essence of the Gale’.
(Agility +10%.
The wind will passively reduce air resistance against your movements.
Congratulations, you are officially ten percent less of a burden to gravity.)]
[Reward 2: Assimilated Movement Art – ‘Mirage Walk’.
(Allows you to completely mask your physical presence and mana signature by altering the vibrational frequency of your core.
Ideal for someone planning to live hiding in the bushes like an antisocial hermit.)]
[Reward 3: Partial Physiological Adaptation.
(Your mana channels have been permanently reinforced.
You can now use basic Lightning Magic without your internal organs cooking and exploding.
You’re welcome.)]
[Updating Host Status Window…]
Ed let out a long, slow exhale, his face completely devoid of any emotion.
He read the floating messages with half-closed, cold gray eyes.
Despite the undeniable and mocking tone of the System, he couldn’t deny the immense tactical value of what he had just received.
He mentally opened his updated profile to confirm the changes, noting the new additions that accurately reflected his brutal progress.
[SYSTEM: HOST STATUS]
[General Information]
Name: Ed Rothtaylor
Titles: Excommunicated Noble, Acknowledged by the Forest.
Template Synchronization (Arthur Leywin): 25%
[Main Attributes]
Soul Strength: Rank ???
(Anomaly detected).
Physical Vessel: Rank E+
Mana Capacity (Core): Initial Stage (Dark Red)
Agility: Rank D- (+10% Essence of the Gale)
[Elemental & Spiritual Affinities]
Basic Affinities: Wind Magic (Active), Fire Magic (Active), Water Magic (Active), Earth Magic (Active).
Deviant Affinity: Lightning Magic (Active).
Spiritual Affinity: High (Level Increased – Merilda’s Blessing).
[Passive Skills]
Ki/Mana Control (Max Level): Perfect manipulation and flow of energy within the body without waste.
Mana Rotation: Continuous absorption and refinement of ambient mana, even while moving.
King Grey’s Swordsmanship (Max Level): Absolute mastery of the sword and armed combat.
King Grey’s Close Quarters Combat (Max Level): Martial arts, throws, and muscle movement reading.
Military Tactics & Strategy (Max Level): Battlefield analysis, formation, and threat evaluation.
Killing Intent / Bloodlust: Overwhelming psychological pressure.
[Active Skills]
Wind Magic
Earth Magic
Water Magic
Fire Magic
Lightning Magic
Spirit Magic (Wind)
[System Privileges & Items]
Sylvia’s Dragon Will (Phase 1: Realmheart): [Status: Exhausted / Single-use consumed].
Multiversal Chat Group: [Rank: Administrator].
Invitation Tickets: 4.
He closed the status window with a rapid mental flick.
The rewards were, without a shadow of a doubt, a massive leap in his long-term survivability.
The Essence of the Gale was already taking effect passively; as he stood up, he felt as though the air around him was actively cooperating with his movements rather than resisting them, making him feel astonishingly light.
But the most crucial asset of all was the Mirage Walk.
In an academy crawling with paranoid nobles, meddlesome professors, and a Princess who had sworn to watch him closely after the disciplinary committee incident, the ability to erase his presence at will was absolutely priceless.
Ed walked over to his makeshift work area and grabbed his heavy hammer.
It was time to finally finish the cabin.
Thanks to the reinforced steel tools and premium treated wood that Lortelle Kehelland had provided, the construction process had shifted from a miserable struggle for survival to an exercise in pure, high-level technical carpentry.
For the next four hours, Ed’s ruthless discipline took total control of the situation.
He measured, cut, and hammered with astonishing mathematical precision.
He secured the heavy roof beams, applied a thick, sticky coat of waterproof resin over the wooden shingles to prevent leaks during the severe autumn storms, and reinforced the iron hinges of the heavy main door.
Every strike of the hammer was a testament to his unbreakable willpower to survive and thrive.
By the time the sun reached its absolute peak in the sky, marking midday, the grueling work was finally finished.
Ed stepped back, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of a sawdust-covered hand.
In front of him was no longer a flimsy shelter threatening to collapse with the first strong gust of wind.
It was a fully realized log cabin.
Sturdy, with perfectly sealed joints, weather-proof, and genuinely spacious.
It was a true sanctuary in the midst of the relentless hostility of nature.
He let out a small, almost imperceptible sigh of satisfaction.
Just as he was about to take a step toward the door to begin organizing his tools inside, a loud, muffled THUMP echoed from directly above his head.
The sound came from the roof, followed by the unmistakable creaking of someone shifting their weight on the newly installed shingles.
Ed took a couple more steps back and looked up.
There, sprawled comfortably across the slope of the roof of his new home, was Lucy Mayrill.
The most feared, powerful, and notoriously lazy archmage in the entire academy had used her massive, iconic witch hat to cover her face and block the annoying rays of the sun.
She was completely asleep, snoring softly, with her arms and legs spread out to the sides as if the hard wooden roof were her personal premium feather mattress.
“This has to be a damn joke,” Ed muttered, his cold gray eyes devoid of any emotion as he watched the diminutive girl drool slightly onto the freshly applied resin.
“Unbelievable.”
He briefly considered throwing a pinecone at her to wake her up, but his military pragmatism quickly reminded him that engaging a grumpy, sleep-deprived archmage over a territorial dispute was not a viable survival strategy.
He decided that, as long as she didn’t accidentally blast a hole through his roof in her sleep, it wasn’t worth the effort.
Dry leaves crunched loudly on the main dirt path.
Ed turned his head just in time to see Janica Faelover bursting clumsily from the thick, thorny bushes.
She was wearing her pristine casual academy uniform, and her trademark pink hair was braided beautifully.
However, the most striking detail was her face: it was flushed a brilliant, furious shade of red that rivaled the color of a ripe apple.
She was breathing erratically and heavily, as if she had sprinted an entire marathon dodging obstacles just to get to that exact spot.
“Janica?” Ed asked, genuinely surprised by her abrupt and chaotic appearance.
“What brings you all the way out here at this hour?”
The simple, mundane question seemed to trigger a catastrophic short circuit in the young elementalist’s brain.
She froze on the spot, her large ruby eyes widening drastically as they darted everywhere: looking at the trees, the dirt floor, her own leather shoes…
anywhere but Ed’s face.
In her mind, the events of the last twenty-four hours replayed with absolute, humiliating clarity, hitting her consciousness like a hammer of pure shame.
[Flashback – Janica’s POV]
The previous evening, Janica had been sitting in front of the grand vanity mirror in her elegant Ophelius Hall dormitory.
Her heart was still beating wildly due to the constant, overwhelming, and strangely sweet dreams she had been having about a stoic, ash-blonde boy.
Standing behind her, gently brushing her long pink hair with smooth, rhythmic strokes, was Belle, the hall’s senior maid.
Belle was speaking softly, seemingly maintaining a casual, unimportant conversation, but every single one of her words was calculated with lethal precision worthy of an expert royal interrogator.
“You know, Miss Janica…
the last time I went to the Northern Forest to gather some special herbs,” Belle murmured, pausing the brush for a microsecond as she stared directly into the eyes of Janica’s reflection in the mirror.
“I happened to pass near young master Ed’s camp, and I saw something truly incredible.”
“A-Ah…” Janica squeaked immediately, her ears flushing red instantly at the mere mention of his name.
“Y-You saw it when you were passing by?”
“…Of course.
It was a pure, fortuitous coincidence,” Belle replied, a subtle, knowing smile curving the corners of her lips.
“Anyway, I managed to hear from the spirits that he built the entire structure from scratch by himself.
So, I was quite surprised to see that the cabin was vastly better than I thought.
Its shape was so well-defined, so strong, rustic, and stable…”
“Y-Yes…” Janica swallowed hard with great difficulty, her hands gripping the fabric of her skirt until her knuckles turned white.
“I…
I didn’t know he had such a talent for that.
He always seems busy reading heavy books or training all alone.”
“I see…” Belle leaned forward conspiratorially, her face hovering dangerously close to Janica’s ear, dropping her voice to an almost hypnotic whisper.
“Seeing such a firm structure in the middle of nowhere…
honestly, it made me want to go inside immediately.
I want to look around, touch the walls, see if it’s really as strong and warm as it looks from the outside…
And from your expression, I see that you share exactly the same opinion, Miss Janica.”
The girl’s face was already reaching critical levels of thermonuclear redness.
“It’s completely natural to desire it,” Belle continued whispering, straightening up and acting with an angelic tone, as if she were defending herself against the strict modesty norms of noble society.
“I’m human too, after all.
Anyone who passed by and saw such an imposing cabin would be curious.
Who built it?
How did he manage to raise it alone with his bare hands without using earth magic?
And what does the inside look like, so private, dark, and secluded from everyone?
Honestly, being curious about such a man’s cabin is a completely natural and ordinary phenomenon.”
“A completely natural and ordinary phenomenon…” Janica repeated softly, her eyes unfocused, completely mesmerized and absorbed by the cunning maid’s flawless logic.
As if that intense psychological manipulation session wasn’t enough to push Janica over the edge into the abyss, things escalated drastically later that same night.
Lying in her bed, tossing and turning between the silk sheets unable to sleep, Janica had succumbed to the overwhelming temptation and summoned a couple of tiny, minor wind spirits.
She just wanted to ask them an innocent and strictly professional question about Ed’s well-being in the hostile forest.
However, instead of giving her a simple, boring “he’s fine and breathing” status report, the gossipy, mischievous elemental spirits had decided to give her an unfiltered private show.
For twenty agonizing minutes, the spirits fluttered wildly around her room, giving her a highly detailed, anatomically precise description of exactly what Ed’s body looked like when he took off his sweat-drenched shirt to chop heavy logs of firewood under the unforgiving midday sun.
«And then, when he lifted the steel axe over his head, all the muscles in his back and arms tensed exactly like this!» one of the wind spirits had squeaked, swirling the magical breeze to create a literal, glowing, three-dimensional diagram of Ed’s defined abs and broad back in the air, right above her bed.
«He was drenched in sweat!
He was glistening, Janica, I swear to you he was glistening under the sun like a statue of the gods themselves!»
Janica had shrieked in absolute panic, violently dispelling the spirits with a single desperate swat before burying her boiling face under three thick layers of feather pillows, fervently praying for the earth to swallow her whole at that exact moment.
[End of Flashback]
Janica’s mind snapped violently back to the present.
She was standing right in front of the very cabin of her torments, and the boy who had starred in her most recent dreams and spiritual reports was looking at her with evident confusion, his cold gray eyes evaluating her bizarre behavior.
“I-I was just passing by!” Janica blurted out abruptly, her voice a couple of octaves higher than normal, almost screeching in the quiet of the forest.
She raised a trembling finger and pointed aggressively at the perfect wooden walls.
“I-I was on my way to see Merilda to pay my respects!
Yes, that’s it!
But I came here because there was a cabin suddenly blocking my path!
And since there was a new cabin like this, I was wondering who built it and what it looked like inside!”
Desperately trying to deflect attention from her obvious existential panic, she pointed wildly at the roof, almost hopping in place, waving her arms comically.
“And look!
Lucy is sleeping up there!
What is she doing there?!
I-It’s a completely natural and ordinary phenomenon for me to be curious about all this!
There is absolutely no other hidden reason!”
Ed blinked slowly, his stoic face not changing a single millimeter.
He observed the heavily breathing girl in front of him.
His sharp tactical mind processed the situation in less than a second: the direction she came from did not lead to Merilda’s altar by a long shot, her body posture screamed extreme nervousness, and the phrase “natural and ordinary phenomenon” sounded far too elaborate and rehearsed, likely planted by someone else with a lot of malice.
He easily deduced that she had absolutely no intention of visiting any Guardian Spirit and had walked all the way out here, sweating and pushing her way through the underbrush, specifically to see him.
But Ed wasn’t a monster devoid of empathy, and he certainly wasn’t going to corner or humiliate the girl who had nearly lost her life for him weeks ago.
“Right,” Ed said, his deep, calm voice cutting through the tense atmosphere of the air.
His expression softened just a fraction, enough to let Janica remember how her own lungs worked.
“A natural phenomenon.
Well, since you’re passing by and you’re curious, come on in.
I just finished putting the interior together, and I could use a second opinion on the layout.”
Janica’s beautiful ruby eyes lit up instantly, the panic being entirely replaced by a genuine, radiant, and almost childlike joy.
She nodded vigorously and eagerly followed him inside the dark wooden structure.
The afternoon melted into the evening peacefully and highly laboriously.
Janica, having completely forgotten her original embarrassment by staying busy, threw herself body and soul into helping Ed organize the supplies.
They sorted Lortelle’s expensive tools onto makeshift shelves, stacked the dry firewood in a designated corner for the winter, and swept up the excess sawdust from the wooden floor.
By the time the sun fully dipped below the horizon, painting the forest sky in vibrant shades of deep purple, orange, and gold, they were both sitting outside, in front of the cabin, accompanied by the comforting sound and the protective heat of a small crackling campfire.
The night sky had quickly become a canvas of brilliant stars, and Lucy, true to her lazy and immovable nature, was still fast asleep on the roof, totally oblivious to the problems of the mortal world.
The dancing flames illuminated Janica’s face, casting soft, warm shadows over her delicate features.
Her hyperactive, cheerful demeanor from the afternoon had settled into something much quieter, more intimate, and deeply reflective.
“Ed…” Janica began softly, breaking the comfortable silence as she absentmindedly poked the glowing embers with a long stick.
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately.
I feel like…
I feel so indebted to everyone.
To Princess Penia for defending me before the rigorous disciplinary committee, to my friends for worrying so much about me when I was suspended and exiled from the dormitories, and…
most of all, to you.”
She looked up, staring intently at the crackling fire, as if the flames held the answers to her fears.
“I caused so many problems.
I almost killed everyone in that training hall.
Sometimes, the pressure of being at this academy, of having to be the unreachable prodigy, the best second-year elementalist, of meeting the suffocating expectations of my family and my fiefdom…
it feels like a physical weight is crushing my chest.
It’s simply asphyxiating.
I can barely breathe sometimes.”
Ed looked at her in silence.
The orange flames reflected in his dull gray eyes, cold yet exceptionally attentive.
In his past life, he knew the crushing weight of expectations better than anyone in this world. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
He knew exactly how it felt to be placed on an unreachable crystal pedestal by an entire nation, forced to be the perfect leader, the infallible strategist, the invincible warrior, until the pressure robbed the oxygen from your lungs and left you absolutely empty, paranoid, and rotten inside.
“The academy isn’t a place of learning, Janica.
It’s a battlefield of twisted politics, fragile egos, and unreasonable expectations,” Ed replied, his voice a low, steady, and strangely comforting rumble over the sound of the fire.
“If you ever feel suffocated by all of that, you can come stay here whenever you want.
This corner of the forest doesn’t care about your grades, your social status, or the grandiose titles the nobles force upon you.
Here, it’s just you.
And I…
I wouldn’t mind having your company at all.”
Janica stopped moving the stick among the embers.
She remained paralyzed for a second before slowly turning her face to look at him.
Her ruby eyes shone intensely, reflecting not only the fire of the campfire but also a profound, overwhelming emotional warmth that threatened to make her spill thick tears of happiness.
“That…” Janica whispered, a beautiful, genuine smile slowly spreading across her face, illuminating the dark night.
“That would make me very, very happy, Ed.”
Closing the physical distance between them, she slid a little closer to him on the thick log they were sitting on.
“But Ed…
you’re always doing things on your own,” she continued, her tone of voice suddenly becoming more serious, mature, and resolute.
“You were the one who fixed the summoning circle that fateful night.
You built this enormous cabin with your own hands without asking anyone for help.
You always fight alone and carry your burdens in absolute silence, as if you didn’t trust anyone else in the world.
So, please…
when you’re having a hard time, when the weight of the world is too much to bear alone, or if there’s ever something you feel you can’t handle by yourself, I really want you to tell me.”
She looked him dead in the eyes, without averting her gaze a single millimeter.
There was no trace of the shy, embarrassed girl from the afternoon.
Her voice was filled with absolute, fierce, and unbreakable conviction.
“I will definitely help you.
I don’t care what it is, how dangerous it seems, or who it’s against.
I’ll be there for you.”
Ed held her gaze in complete silence.
His sharp tactical memory quickly evaluated the situation.
He knew what Janica Faelover’s original fate was in the lore of this world: a tragic mid-boss, consumed by darkness, manipulated by others, and destined to be defeated by the protagonist.
But the girl sitting in front of him, illuminated by the fire and offering him her unconditional loyalty so purely, was no longer just a narrative device on a cosmic chessboard.
She was a real person.
An incredibly loyal ally offering him her hand amidst the darkness.
He had died completely alone in his past life because his paranoia, his position, and his pride prevented him from relying on anyone else.
He had isolated himself at the frigid peak of power until he had nothing left.
Looking at Janica’s determined and affectionate face, Ed made a firm decision.
He wasn’t going to repeat that damn mistake in this new opportunity.
“I’ll remember that, Janica,” Ed said softly, the cold barriers of his face yielding just enough to give her a rare, small, genuine smile.
“Thank you.”
Time flowed steadily and mercilessly over the majestic Sylvania Academy.
The oppressive summer heat gradually dissipated, and the leaves on the leafy trees transitioned from a vibrant green to a spectacular tapestry of autumn gold, orange, and crimson.
This picturesque change of season not only brought much colder winds from the north, but it also officially marked the end of the long probation periods and the highly anticipated beginning of the Second Semester.
Hidden among the dense foliage, sitting on the highest branch of an immense, old oak tree near the outer edge of the forest, Ed observed the distant, bustling academic district.
Making use of his newly acquired Mirage Walk technique, his presence, the sound of his breathing, and even his mana signature were completely erased from existence.
It was as if he were a silent ghost observing the world of the living.
Inside his tactical mind, the pieces of the academy’s complex political puzzle were beginning to fit together perfectly.
Act 2 has just begun, Ed thought, his cold gray eyes scanning with analytical precision the grand central library buildings and the opulent noble dormitories.
The core of this semester’s conflict is no longer the uncontrolled summoning of a dark spirit.
The real problem now is a ruthless political war sparked by an artifact.
The ‘Sage’s Grimoire’.
An ancient book of incalculable value that contained within its pages the profound knowledge of spatial magic.
According to his exact memories of this world’s plot, the sudden and mysterious appearance of this grimoire would not unleash hordes of monsters, but something far more dangerous and destructive: human greed.
A fierce cold war was brewing, a dangerous political and economic tug-of-war between two of Sylvania’s most powerful factions.
On one side was “The Pinnacle”, the merchant assembly that operated for massive profit within the academy, led from the shadows by Lortelle Kehelland and backed by the inexhaustible financial muscle of the Elte Trading Company.
For them, the Grimoire represented an economic monopoly and unprecedented power over spatial magic.
On the other side was the “Student Association”, spearheaded by the unwavering righteousness and royal authority of Princess Penia.
She would seek to secure the book at all costs to maintain the balance of power in the academy, prevent it from falling into corrupt, mercantilist hands, and solidify her own political position against the pressures of the crown.
In this war of shadows, piles of money, and abuse of authority, Ed knew perfectly well that he would have to act as a key piece, a sort of hidden “mid-boss” who would pull the strings to maintain the balance, secure his own economic and tactical advantage, and prevent the main timeline from collapsing into disaster.
Speaking of the warring factions…
Several miles away, in the luxurious and exclusive main parlor of Ophelius Hall, Lortelle Kehelland sat elegantly on a wide, crimson velvet sofa.
The high walls of the room were adorned with fine tapestries depicting the history of magic, but her attention was focused solely and exclusively on the imported porcelain teacup she was gently swirling between her slender, pale fingers.
The Elte Trading Company, thanks to its extensive, intricate, and shadowy network of undercover informants, had confirmed the coveted rumors.
The artifact was definitely within the academy’s walls.
Lortelle’s piercing, cunning eyes narrowed, and a calculating, sharp, and extremely dangerous smile curved her lips.
She didn’t even bother to hide the pure predatory ambition that shone in her gaze.
“The Sage’s Grimoire,” Lortelle murmured to herself, her velvety voice tinged with pure greed.
With her free hand, she gently caressed the worn leather of a company ledger resting beside her.
“Its value is literally incalculable.
Monopolizing spatial magic on this continent…
I could buy the influence of an entire city, or a duchy, with that single book.
‘The Pinnacle’ must obtain it by any means necessary.”
She took a small, elegant sip of tea, letting the bitter, earthy taste flood her palate as her mastermind of a business brain worked a mile a minute drafting an infallible contingency plan.
“But acquiring it won’t be a simple commercial transaction of buying and selling,” Lortelle reasoned, her smile fading into a serious, calculating line.
“Princess Penia and her pesky Student Association will try to confiscate it in the name of ‘security and balance’.
She has formal authority, the numbers in her favor, and the absolute backing of the royal family.
If I play strictly by the academy’s bureaucratic rules, ‘The Pinnacle’ will lose this auction before it even begins.”
She placed the cup on the porcelain saucer with a soft, metallic clink.
“I need someone who operates completely off the chessboard.
A wildcard.
Someone exceptionally strong, who isn’t tied to the skirts of Penia’s Student Association, and who couldn’t care less about trampling on the hypocritical morals of this academy for the right economic incentive.
Someone who, if strictly necessary, can mask their presence and steal it from her very royal hands.”
Her agile mind flew instantly, traveling away from the luxury of the conceited nobles chatting in the hall, and heading north, towards the cold, unforgiving, and dark forest.
She thought of the ash-blonde boy with cold gray eyes.
The excommunicated noble who had absolutely nothing to lose and no illustrious family name to protect.
The very same boy who fought with a cold pragmatism that was downright terrifying, and who possessed secrets that not even she and her information network had fully managed to unravel.
“Ed Rothtaylor,” Lortelle purred, pronouncing his name with a mix of genuine fascination and predatory ambition.
“I’ve already spent a considerable amount of shiny gold coins on tools, treated wood, and premium supplies to ensure your survival in that pathetic forest.”
Lortelle stood up, smoothing her skirt, her mind already drafting the perfect mercantile contract.
“I think it’s about time I checked if my little long-term investment is ready to generate real profits.
And you, Ed…
you will be my master key to obtaining the Grimoire.”
[Author’s Note]
Hello everyone!
First and foremost, I want to offer a huge and sincere apology for uploading this chapter a bit later than usual.
I was re-reading parts of the original manhwa because, to be honest, I had forgotten several key details about the political war in this arc, and I didn’t want to deliver something half-baked or with plot holes.
I want this novel to be of the highest possible quality!
As you’ll notice, I’ve updated Ed’s Status Window.
I’ve added his new Titles and adjusted his Spiritual Affinity, which he already possessed since making the deal with Merilda, but has now leveled up and increased in power thanks to the completed mission.
And for those wondering: Yes, I have already chosen the members who will be part of the Multiversal Chat Group!
In the coming chapters, Ed will finally use his invitation tickets, See you in the next chapters!