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Chapter 530: The Hunter’s Mind ( 530 ) · Oct 29, 2026

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501 Chapter 501: Secrets of the Ancients ( 501 ) 2026-10-29
502 Chapter 502: Pursuit of the Celestial ( 502 ) 2026-10-29
503 Chapter 503: Dusk of Control ( 503 ) 2026-10-29
504 Chapter 504: From Guns to Blades ( 504 ) 2026-10-29
505 Chapter 505: Lights of Purity ( 505 ) 2026-10-29
506 Chapter 506: Borders of Unity ( 506 ) 2026-10-29
507 Chapter 507: Beyond Genius ( 507 ) 2026-10-29
508 Chapter 508: Blades of Legend ( 508 ) 2026-10-29
509 Chapter 509: Strategies in Shadows ( 509 ) 2026-10-29
510 Chapter 510: Last Lines of Resistance ( 510 ) 2026-10-29
511 Chapter 511: Ghosts of War ( 511 ) 2026-10-29
512 Chapter 512: War’s True Face ( 512 ) 2026-10-29
513 Chapter 513: Harmony of Power ( 513 ) 2026-10-29
514 Chapter 514: Beauty in Battle ( 514 ) 2026-10-29
515 Chapter 515: Subtle Power Plays ( 515 ) 2026-10-29
516 Chapter 516: Obsession’s Toll ( 516 ) 2026-10-29
517 Chapter 517: Clean Hands, Silent Killers ( 517 ) 2026-10-29
518 Chapter 518: Legacy and Love ( 518 ) 2026-10-29
519 Chapter 519: Fire from the Skies ( 519 ) 2026-10-29
520 Chapter 520: No Mercy, No Remorse ( 520 ) 2026-10-29
521 Chapter 521: The Last Warning ( 521 ) 2026-10-29
522 Chapter 522: Hands That Rebuild ( 522 ) 2026-10-29
523 Chapter 523: Waiting for a Sign ( 523 ) 2026-10-29
524 Chapter 524: Strategic Silence ( 524 ) 2026-10-29
525 Chapter 525: A Silver Opportunity ( 525 ) 2026-10-29
526 Chapter 526: The Armand Signal ( 526 ) 2026-10-29
527 Chapter 527: A Strategic Response ( 527 ) 2026-10-29
528 Chapter 528: Elegance in Authority ( 528 ) 2026-10-29
529 Chapter 529: Fierce Affections ( 529 ) 2026-10-29
530 Chapter 530: The Hunter’s Mind ( 530 ) 2026-10-29
531 Chapter 531: Crafted for War ( 531 ) 2026-10-29
532 Chapter 532: Princess Felicia ( 532 ) 2026-10-29
533 Chapter 533: Signs of Conquest ( 533 ) 2026-10-29
534 Chapter 534: The Way of the Warrior ( 534 ) 2026-10-29
535 Chapter 535: Sunset Duel ( 535 ) 2026-10-29
536 Chapter 536: Masks and Mastery ( 536 ) 2026-10-29
537 Chapter 537: The Final Interval ( 537 ) 2026-10-29
538 Chapter 538: The Strategist’s Poise ( 538 ) 2026-10-29
539 Chapter 539: The King’s Regret ( 539 ) 2026-10-29
540 Chapter 540: King of Corruption ( 540 ) 2026-10-29
541 Chapter 541: Paths of the Chosen ( 541 ) 2026-10-29
542 Chapter 542: The Secret Heart ( 542 ) 2026-10-29
543 Chapter 543: The Forbidden Sight ( 543 ) 2026-10-29
544 Chapter 544: The Price of a Moment ( 544 ) 2026-10-29
545 Chapter 545: The Battle of Grace ( 545 ) 2026-10-29
546 Chapter 546: Quiet Tensions ( 546 ) 2026-10-29
547 Chapter 547: The Subtle Power Play ( 547 ) 2026-10-29
548 Chapter 548: Legacy of Steel ( 548 ) 2026-10-29
549 Chapter 549: Black Flags and Golden Emblems ( 549 ) 2026-10-29
550 Chapter 550: Devouring the World ( 550 ) 2026-10-29

Halfling War Camp – Makeshift War Room, Dwarven Frontline

The tent flaps burst open.

“General!!!”

A young halfling scout stumbled inside, dirt-covered and breathless, sweat clinging to his forehead.

The Halfling General turned sharply from the war map. “What is it!?”

“Gilikan Town! It’s been conquered—by an unknown force!”

The general’s expression hardened.

“Unknown!? What force!?”

The scout trembled slightly, still catching his breath.

“The flag flying over the town… it’s black, with a golden emblem!”

The room fell silent.

No one spoke.

The general narrowed his eyes.

“…Black with gold…? That’s not Human. Not Dwarf. Not even Halfling.”

“What about our garrison there!?” he barked.

The scout shook his head.

“We don’t know, General! No communication. And we couldn’t get close!”

The general slammed his fist on the table.

“Why the hell not!?”

“The town is heavily guarded! Soldiers patrolling the perimeter. Full formations. We tried scouting from a distance.”

He hesitated.

“…General… they were all wearing mithril armor. And wielding mithril weapons.”

The war room exploded.

“WHAT!?!”

Mithril—rarest of rare. Impossible to field for standard troops. Not even the Human Kingdom distributed it widely.

The general stepped forward, his voice rising.

“Are you sure!?”

“Yes, General! I saw it myself! Even their shields had engraving work! Not common steel, not painted to look shiny, true mithril!”

“How many!?”

The scout swallowed.

“A-Approximately five thousand, General!”

The tent fell completely still.

“…All 5,000 wearing mithril…?” the general whispered.

The scout nodded quickly.

“Y-Yes, General!!”

Silence.

Then—

“Shit… shit!!” The general gritted his teeth, pacing in circles.

“Only one place would ever equip an army with mithril…”

Everyone in the room was already thinking it.

“Armand…”

But the scout raised a hand suddenly.

“No, General!”

The general froze.

“…What did you say?”

The scout’s voice trembled now.

“It’s not Armand. The emblem… It’s not the official crest.”

He slammed both fists on the table.

“Damn it! How did a force like that get into Gilikan without us knowing!?”

The officers around him stayed silent.

No one had an answer.

The scout kept his head low.

“We don’t know, General. Their emblem… it’s not listed in any of our records. And it’s not the Human Kingdom.”

The general muttered under his breath.

“Who the hell… has 5,000 elite soldiers in mithril… but doesn’t wave any known kingdom’s flag?”

The Halfling General’s voice boomed through the war tent.

“Call the captain!! And prepare my war mount!”

One of the aides saluted immediately.

“Yes, General!!”

The general turned back toward the map, eyes locked on the Dwarven front.

“From now on—the captain is in charge. He’ll continue the offensive. We keep pushing toward the last three dwarven strongholds.”

“Yes, General!”

Another officer raised his voice.

“What about Gilikan Town?”

The general narrowed his eyes.

“I’ll speak with the king directly. We don’t move on that town until I get orders.”

He turned sharply, armor clinking as he strode toward the exit.

“Until then… treat it like a cursed zone. No one goes near it without permission.”

“Understood!!”

Within moments, the camp stirred into motion. Scouts ran. Messengers rode. The general’s personal guard rushed to prepare his armored war beast.

And in the back of his mind, the question lingered—

Who… exactly is in that town?

The general’s expression turned grim.

No time to question.

If the one who took Gilikan shares the same target…

He had to move.

Now.

“Ready my escort! Full heavy mount unit! We ride immediately!”

The camp roared to life.

Steel clashed, hooves thundered, and armored halflings scrambled to formation.

Within minutes, the general mounted his beast—an armored war rhino bred for battlefield dominance.

“Open the path!”

“Yes, General!”

He kicked forward, and the entire unit charged through the outer gate of the war camp.

The dirt flew behind them as they tore through dwarven territory—straight toward the Halfling Kingdom’s capital.

Meanwhile, in Gilikan Town.

The third day had begun.

Smoke drifted gently from makeshift chimneys.

The sound of hammers striking wood echoed through the early air.

The dwarves, once broken and starved had begun to move.

Rebuild.

Work.

Slowly, step by step…

The town was coming back to life.

Near the town square, the dwarf boy who once cried in silence now followed his mother, holding a small bucket of clean water in both hands.

His eyes still looked carefully at everything.

Still watched every movement of the soldiers.

But he no longer cried.

And the people around him, were moving with purpose.

They still feared him.

The noble lord who now ruled the town.

They spoke his name in whispers.

But they had seen something in these past days.

He didn’t kill for fun.

He didn’t beat them.

He didn’t mock their pain.

He gave orders. Cold and direct.

But food was given.

Wounds were healed.

The streets were protected.

The halfling soldiers had laughed while torturing them.

This one… just watched from his chair.

Near the town center.

Chief Nofan stood tall, dirt on his sleeves, sweat on his brow, but his voice firm.

He pointed as he spoke to his people.

“That frame..no, align it with the support beam! Check the nails! Use the thick cut planks from the west pile!”

The dwarves moved quickly under his direction.

Some built walls. Others prepared roofing.

Children gathered stones for the fire pits.

They still glanced toward the tall figure seated in the center of town…

But now, they worked without hesitation.

Then—Nofan noticed movement behind him.

He turned, straightened, and marched toward the central platform where the noble lord sat.

He clenched his fist and brought it to his chest in salute.

“My lord!”

Javier sat atop his throne-like chair near the center of town, arms crossed as he watched the movement around him.

Chief Nofan stood tall, waiting for his next order.

“Continue the work.”

“As you command, my lord!”

Javier’s voice stayed even.

“And make sure they have enough rest.”

Nofan blinked once—then bowed his head deeply.

“Thank you, my lord!”

He turned and ran back toward the worksite, shouting new instructions, voice louder now—more confident.

Javier didn’t watch him for long.

His gaze shifted downward—

to the small war map now projected in front of him by a flat mana disk, hovering faintly above his lap.

I can’t afford to wait too long.

If I wait, I’ll fail the mission.

But if I leave now… this town will collapse the moment I’m gone.

He tapped the map once, zooming into the far eastern side.

Maybe I should slow them down.

Both the Human and Halfling armies…

Just enough to buy time.

He opened a side tab on the map.

A new window flickered up.

My drones already scouted from above. These three dwarven strongholds are still holding.

Barely.

Then his eyes narrowed at the opposite edge.

The Human Kingdom’s forces.

They’ve got air superiority… somewhere between two to five hundred wyverns. Mages. Magic bow units.

If I launch my newly built drones…

He let out a breath through his nose.

I could cripple their frontlines. Disrupt the timing. Force both kingdoms to slow down.

But it won’t be fun.

He leaned back slightly, tilting his head toward the sky.

“…Where’s the thrill in fighting like that?”

( End Of Chapter )

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