Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

Chapter 392 - 207: Call Me Sister, Talent Manifestation, Jack Clark’s Great Opportunity_3

Chapter 207: Call Me Sister, Talent Manifestation, Jack Clark’s Great Opportunity_3

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“Even though my father once pursued him for ten years in the mythical world, he only heavily injured him, cutting off his three nine-fold peak avatars and hundreds of high-order avatars.”

“Compared to that demon king’s soul avatar, Blood God Akunus is even more difficult to deal with.”

“Besides, I only have a few months left. If I can use my life to kill those two king-level soul avatars, I feel it would be worth it.”

Looking at the woman in front of them, who was smiling even while talking about her impending death, both Jack Clark and Damon Lopes showed a look of admiration in their eyes.

Jack Clark slowly said,”… Miss Ward, let’s talk about this when the time comes. After all, our mission is to ensure your safety at all costs.”

Mathilda Ward nodded, “Okay, we’ll talk about it when the time comes.”

“My words just now were to prepare you mentally. If anything unexpected happens to me, do not feel guilty.”

Just then, Mathilda Ward suddenly smiled and said, “By the way, I’ve seen your information. It says you’re both 18 years old, younger than me. Shouldn’t you call me sister?”

“Come on, say ‘Sister Ward’.”

“… Ahem! I still think calling you Miss Ward is better,” Jack Clark cleared his throat.

Damon Lopes also stylishly waved his Daoist robe and nodded, “Indeed, ‘Sister Ward’ doesn’t sound good. I’ll just call you Sister Ilisa. ‘Sister Ilisa’ sounds nicer.”

This guy, it seems like he’s become more and more unrestrained since leaving the Military District. Jack Clark shook his head from the side.

After chatting for a bit longer, the assistant who was with Crystal Boyce came in to take Jack Clark and the others to the thirty-third floor to arrange their rooms.

Their rooms were next to Mathilda Ward’s.

After taking a bath at night, Jack Clark habitually went to the balcony, staring at the bustling city night view below, showing a contemplative look in his eyes.

He was thinking about everything he had seen and heard that day.

So far, the building seemed to have no problems. Throughout the day, they hadn’t encountered any malicious gazes or detected any special aura.

Among the few people they had met, Crystal Boyce, the assistant, and the bodyguard Lionel Lopez all seemed very normal.

The only thing that surprised him was their protection target, Mathilda Ward. With her demeanor and understanding of the big picture, she was truly worthy of admiration, as expected of the Mysterious Martial Sky King’s daughter.

Even facing death, she displayed extraordinary courage and a positive passion for life, including taking her upcoming concert very seriously and not wasting a single minute.

Beyond that, she had astutely guessed Tyler Lance’s order to prioritize her safety, a very clever woman.

Lost in thought, Jack Clark’s consciousness sank toward the Thunderflame Beheamoth’s side—after some time spent working hard, the avatar was finally about to make a breakthrough to level eight.

In the thousand-meter-deep sea not far from the Ice Crystal-constructed Dragon Palace, a sixty-meter-long black-red colossal beast lay quietly on the seabed.

Before its fourth evolution, the Thunderflame Beheamoth had mostly grown by consuming, getting bigger with each meal, and progressing from level one to level seven without facing any real bottlenecks.

Compared to those mutated creatures that were stuck at each level increase due to level bottlenecks, many of which could not break through before death, the Thunderflame Beheamoth was truly a monster.

It was only when it tried to break through to level eight that it finally felt a bit of a bottleneck.

Of course, this so-called bottleneck was just the Seven Talents within its body undergoing transformation, nearly completing their transformation after about half a month of hibernation.

At this moment, the Thunderflame Beheamoth could keenly sense the ‘talents’ inside its body changing.

Strands of invisible power wove through its flesh and blood, bones, internal organs, and scale armor, slowly coalescing from intangible to tangible, forming runes that covered its entire body.

These runes represented the Top Tier Talent ‘strength,’ Top Tier Talent ‘defense,’ Advanced Talent ‘swift,’ and low-level ‘regeneration,’ low-level ‘toxin.’

And these runes were unlike any Basic Rune Jack Clark had ever seen.

The runes that were now forming in the Thunderflame Beheamoth’s body were incredibly complex.

For example, ‘strength’ was made up of countless red invisible strands of force that diffused among the flesh, composed of tens of thousands of spiraling abstract lines, covering the entire body.

As opposed to the full-body coverage of ‘strength,’ there was also ‘defense.’

The low-level talent toxin’s rune spirals were connected to the throat, several teeth, and the poison gland behind the throat, which looked much simpler than ‘strength.’

Boom, boom!!

Right at that moment, flames and thunder raged within the Thunderflame Beheamoth.

Instantaneously, endless golden flames erupted with it at the center, thunder roared throughout the surrounding sea area, forming a Thunderflame Domain covering a range of two hundred meters.

However, these flames were intangible and the flashes of lightning were rumbling without affecting the sea water, as if the flames and thunder were mere illusory projections.

In the burning firestorm and thunder domain, talents related to fire and thunder also gradually took shape, forming runes that belonged to Golden Flame and Blue Lightning.

Only the Thunderflame Beheamoth could clearly sense this scene of talents turning into runes.

At this moment, Jack Clark’s original body, the Thunderflame avatar, was completely immersed in an epiphany state.

Contemplating as the runes representing seven kinds of powers formed and materialized from nothing, he experienced the enlightenment.

This was like Heaven and Earth explaining to Jack Clark what runes were, expounding on what ‘the Way’ is..