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Chapter 175: The Past Blurs, the Raid Begins · Oct 16, 2026

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151 Chapter 148: Ashes of Battle, Gifts of the Fallen 2026-10-16
152 Chapter 149: The Final Clash - Battle of Fate 2026-10-16
153 Chapter 150: Relic Awakened: Judgment of Fate 2026-10-16
154 Chapter 151: Truth, Lies, and a Wand in Hand 2026-10-16
155 Chapter 152: Truth Behind the Lies, Death of Raven 2026-10-16
156 Chapter 153 – Into the Abyss of Nexus 2026-10-16
157 Chapter 154 – The Truth Revealed 2026-10-16
158 Chapter 155: The Monarch of Infinite Ends 2026-10-16
159 Chapter 156 – Veil of Fangs and Fate 2026-10-16
160 Chapter 157: Requiem of the Nine Dead 2026-10-16
161 Chapter 158 – Ashes of Rebirth, Chains of Sovereignty 2026-10-16
162 Chapter 159: Ashes of the Phoenix, Chains of the Abyss 2026-10-16
163 Chapter 160: Flames, Shadows, and Threads of Fate 2026-10-16
164 Chapter 161: Forged in Ash and Ambition 2026-10-16
165 Chapter 162: The Mask of Humiliation 2026-10-16
166 Chapter 163: Weight of Flames, Broken Spark 2026-10-16
167 Chapter 164: Life of Misunderstood, Buried Smithy 2026-10-16
168 Chapter 165: Anomaly’s Secret, Hidden Forge 2026-10-16
169 Chapter 166: Enchanted for War, Cliff of Death. 2026-10-16
170 Chapter 167: Surging Strength, Bloom Before the Clash 2026-10-16
171 Chapter 168: Battle with the Guardian & The Awakened Terror 2026-10-16
172 Chapter 169: Remnants of Fire, Secrets of the Loot 2026-10-16
173 Chapter 170: Beyond Limit & Unwanted Trouble 2026-10-16
174 Chapter 171: A Spar and the Forbidden Mist 2026-10-16
175 Chapter 172: Legacy of the Mist Zone: Into the Unknown 2026-10-16
176 Chapter 173: Awakening in the Abyss — The True Ruler’s Successor 2026-10-16
177 Chapter 174: The Monolith’s Gift: Legacy War Begins 2026-10-16
178 Chapter 175: The Past Blurs, the Raid Begins 2026-10-16
179 Chapter 176: The False Veil & Beast Lord 2026-10-16
180 Chapter 177: Against the Lord: Beneath the Black Moon 2026-10-16
181 Chapter 178: Against the Lord – The Unexpected Arrival 2026-10-16
182 Chapter 179: Against the Lord: Descent of the Masked Predator 2026-10-16
183 Chapter 180: Against the Lord – Death Descends 2026-10-16
184 Chapter 181: Against the Lord – Undead and Clone Despair 2026-10-16
185 Chapter 182: Against the Lord – Clash of Anomalies 2026-10-16
186 Chapter 183: Against the Lord — The Strongest Falls & A Heart Left Burning 2026-10-16
187 Chapter 184 — Hidden Depths and the Lord’s End 2026-10-16
188 Chapter 185: Buried Before Time, Karma Returned 2026-10-16
189 Chapter 186 — The Last Gift of the Fallen Knight 2026-10-16
190 Chapter 187 — Feast of Flames, Seed of Doubt 2026-10-16
191 Chapter 188 — The Flame That Was Framed 2026-10-16
192 Chapter 189 — The Weight of Authority 2026-10-16
193 Chapter 190 — The Quiet Hand Above 2026-10-16
194 Chapter 191 — When the Mask Stares Back 2026-10-16
195 Chapter 192 — Hailcrown vs Eternal Flames 2026-10-16
196 Chapter 193 — Authority Unbound: Cinder of the Last Dawn 2026-10-16
197 Chapter 194 — The Day the Flames Bowed 2026-10-16
198 Chapter 195 — A Bargain Forged in Fear and Flame 2026-10-16
199 Chapter 196 — Birth of the Ego Blade 2026-10-16
200 Chapter 197 — Battle for the Broken Promise 2026-10-16

In the Zeroth Expanse, a storm of rumours spread like wildfire.

The Mist Zone, once called the No Man’s Return, was changing for the first time in centuries.

After the Undead Zone incident, countless adventurers had skyrocketed in strength, and now—hearing the Mist Zone was collapsing—flocks of them surged toward it.

Thousands moved in waves.

Every group wanted the same thing: a chance at the unknown.

But one group stood still amid the frenzy.

The Twilight Group.

While others chased chaos, they were preparing for a different hunt—a Lord Raid.

Some members protested, unwilling to miss what might be another miracle.

But their leader, Sylen, remained unmoved.

He stood apart from the crowd—cold, sharp-eyed, and silent.

Because Sylen wasn’t just another adventurer.

He was a Candidate in the Legacy Race.

That morning, while reviewing logistics with his team, a soft ding echoed in his mind.

His system had delivered a message.

[The final Candidate has entered the Nexus Legacy Race.]

Sylen’s lips curled.

”Another fool walks into the pit,” he muttered, not bothering to look further.

His crimson eyes glinted with faint irritation.

’First, that idiot Kael, running around with someone else’s proof… now this? They’re just distractions. I’ll clean them up when I’m done and meet with others quickly.’

He closed the notification with a flick of thought.

’And if I rushed there now, everyone would think I’m chasing scraps. No—let the greedy dogs run. I’ll take what’s left when they’re dead.’

That confidence wasn’t arrogance.

Sylen had earned it.

He wasn’t called the Strongest of the Zeroth Expanse for nothing.

Behind him, his squad assembled at the town’s outer gate, ready to depart.

”My warriors,” Sylen commanded from atop his Moon-Imprinted Wolf, its fur glowing faintly under the morning haze, ”march toward the Lord’s Castle. The raid begins now. Tonight, the Lord falls.”

A chorus of howls answered.

Hundreds of wolves—black, silver, and ash-grey—stood in disciplined rows.

Beside him rode Elya, her wolf as dark as night, eyes glowing red like embers.

”Leader,” she spoke carefully, ”are you certain we shouldn’t investigate the Mist Zone? We could gain something powerful—maybe even make the raid easier.”

Sylen’s gaze stayed forward, unflinching.

”Elya. I’ve already said it once. There’s nothing there worth our time.”

His tone was cold, absolute.

He’d been there before—he knew the truth. The Monolith’s function was already sealed. No more entry, no more rewards.

Elya lowered her head slightly.

”…Understood.”

But her heart softened as she looked at him.

Maybe he was right.

’Yes, he had been there… and maybe he’d found something beyond comprehension.

His strength wasn’t human anymore—it was the kind that made men follow without question.’

And she—Elya—owed him everything.

Her gaze drifted toward the distant horizon as old memories clawed their way back.

She had once been a child of pain.

Born into a family that treated her as less than dirt—Forced to labour day and night, beaten for mistakes, starved for obedience.

She had thought they were her parents.

Until the truth came out.

She wasn’t their child.

She was the stolen daughter of adventurers who’d died in battle.

Her now so-called parents were once their servants. They’d kidnapped her to claim her inheritance.

And their son—the one she’d once called ”brother”—was a monster in human skin.

He beat her, mocked her, and once nearly strangled her to death.

Yet she endured.

Because children always believe—somewhere deep down—that love will come if they just keep trying.

But that love never came.

Only pain.

When the truth surfaced, she fled.

They sent men to hunt her down—men who intended to silence her forever.

Weak, malnourished, terrified, she ran through the forest until her legs gave out.

They found her.

She thought it was over.

That the world had no place for her.

And then—he appeared.

Not a knight. Not a hero.

An old man with a ragged coat and a dull sword hanging loosely from his waist.

He walked into the clearing like he’d just woken up from a nap… and in one motion—he decapitated eight men.

The sound was like the wind cutting through silence.

Heads fell.

Blood misted the air.

He laughed softly, drunk and half-broken, and looked at her. And she still remembers what he said that day.

”Still breathing?” he said.

That was the first time she’d met her master.

From that day, her life changed.

She served him at first—cooking, cleaning, learning to live again.

Then, after months of begging, he agreed to train her.

Seven years under his brutal tutelage turned her into steel.

Her final trial or test had been simple: Kill him.

She had refused.

Her master’s words had seemed foolish then—just the drunk mutterings of a tired old man.

But when the letter came the next morning, the truth struck her harder than any blade ever could.

He was gone.

The man she’d admired—the swordsman who’d taught her what strength truly meant—had ended his life.

A single vial of poison, swallowed with wine under the pale moonlight.

Only his final words remained.

”Walk your own path, Elya. Wield the sword as your own, not as mine.

And never drown yourself in vengeance—not for me, not for yourself.”

He’d once been a noble swordmaster from a great house—cast down for a failed mission, stripped of his Sword Core, and exiled to the lower expanses as punishment.

Even so, he’d wanted to carry himself with the dignity of a true swordsman until the end.

She had taken his words to heart.

And for years, she followed them—until she met Sylen.

Until she joined Twilight.

Back then, she had sought no revenge.

She’d only broken into her false parents’ mansion, shattered the place to ruins, and beaten her so-called brother senseless.

But even after that night, her heart hadn’t known peace.

Killing them would’ve been meaningless.

Revenge, she realised, wasn’t a cure—it was a wound that festered the more you scratched it.

But with Sylen, everything changed.

He gave her a reason to live again.

A future to fight for.

A purpose greater than pain.

Elya exhaled slowly, pulling herself out of her memories.

The group was already moving, their mounts kicking up trails of dust under the pale sun.

Sylen’s voice echoed back toward her.

”Elya! Keep up, or we’ll leave you behind.”

She blinked, smiled faintly, and urged her black wolf forward.

Her gaze lifted toward the endless sky, soft and distant—like she was silently thanking someone who once taught her how to walk again.

’For you, Master… I’ll live true to your words.’

And with that thought, she rode on toward the battlefield—to end the Lord’s reign of terror alongside Sylen, the man who’d given her a reason to move forward.

Meanwhile, far from the Twilight group and the town, Evan was racing toward the town, the wind tearing at his cloak.

He needed to reach them before they left.

If Sylen’s plan succeeded, the entire Expanse could fall under his control.

And this time, it wasn’t just a hunch—Evan had confirmed that the real body of Sylen was preparing for succession.

The clones scattered across the Legacy War were mere fragments of a greater threat.

”I must catch them before it’s too late,” he muttered, eyes narrowing. ”If they reach the castle first, everything collapses.”

He spurred his undead Great Eagle to greater speed.

The beast shrieked sharply, its wings slicing through clouds of ash and mist.

Undeath gave it stamina no living creature could rival—though Evan himself was near his limit.

Still, he endured.

He had to.

Within five hours, the city walls came into view.

He dismounted several kilometers out, landing in a rush of wind and dust, and sprinted toward the gates.

Guards and adventurers alike froze as a blur shot past them.

To them, it was nothing but a violent gust of air slapping their cheeks.

Evan barely noticed.

His focus was razor-sharp.

He burst through the doors of a familiar inn and headed straight for the bar.

The place was unusually empty—most patrons had already joined the raid or fled for the Mist Zone incident.

The bartender looked up, startled but composed.

”What’ll it be, sir?”

”...Something to drink,” Evan panted. ”And some information.”

The man poured a pale-yellow liquid into a glass and slid it across the counter.

Evan downed it in one breath.

”Another,” he said, his tone calmer now. ”And tell me—has the raid team already left?”

The bartender nodded, refilling his glass.

”You just missed them. Six hours ago, I’d say. You must’ve come from far out, judging by your state.

You know someone in that group?”

Evan took another drink, masking his impatience.

”Yeah. A friend. Wanted to say goodbye before they left. You never know who’ll make it back, right? The Lord’s not someone to underestimate.”

The bartender relaxed at that.

”True enough. But with Sir Sylen leading them, the raid will be a success for sure. That man’s a hero to this city.”

Evan’s lips twitched faintly.

”Right. A hero.”

He paid the bill, left a modest tip, and walked out without another word.

Before heading to the gates, he rented a room for two days—insurance.

Proof he’d ”never left” if anyone came asking.

Then, under the cover of wind and dust, he scaled the wall and called out his Eagle once more.

The massive wings spread wide, catching the fading light of dusk as Evan mounted.

Within seconds, they were airborne—another dark shape lost against the crimson sky.

’Five hours,’ he calculated grimly. ’If nothing changes, I’ll reach the castle before midnight.’

Below him, the city shrank to a blur.

Above him, the stars began to stir awake—silent witnesses to the storm that was about to unfold.

When Evan returned, the Expanse would no longer be the same.

Something was coming—something that would tear open the sky and rewrite the fates of all who stood below.

The race against time had begun.

-To be Continued-

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