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Reborn: Evolving From Nothing Chapter 70

Published at 6th of January 2019 06:44:55 AM Chapter 70
Dorian was greeted by a wall of white.

Brilliant white snow, whipping about in the fierce winds, tore into him and everything near him. Cold, bitterly cold air slashed down on him, making him shiver even in his Ifrit form. His breath froze the moment it left his mouth, transforming not just into white fog, but directly into ice.

KEEEEEEEE

The snowstorm echoed out with an odd, irritating whine, constantly ringing in the background.

He smiled, enjoying the unique experience, even in his discomfort.

Internally, Dorian stoked the latent Fire Energy and Life Energy in his veins. The small fires that burned permanently on his elbows, knees, and head grew fiercer, forcing a current of warmth around him.

"Show me my status."

-

Dorian - Soul Status

Soul Stage: Lord Class (Early)

Health: Perfect

Energy: 10,540/10,580 (Draining 0.03% per minute)

-

"Oh?" He smiled, noticing that his maximum energy level had risen as a result of the constant magic practice he'd been undergoing. The increase was rather small, but it showed how constant training could increase your strength and the power of your Soul Spell Matrix. Once he started practicing stronger spells, the increase would no doubt be larger.

Keeping himself warm was draining about 3 points of energy per minute. Not a crazy large amount, but a noticeable drain. He raised the priority of getting a form that adapted to the cold a little higher.

Dorian began jogging. He was still on the World Bridge. However, he'd moved past the opening portal that connected the World Bridge to the planet, from the huge spatial tunnel. The bitter cold here, when he was exposed directly to the weather of the planet, was ferocious.

The World Bridge grew narrower and narrower as it drew closer to the surface, thousands of years of extreme weather wearing it away. The center of a World Bridge was said to be impossibly dense, and impossible to cut through, but the outside edges could still take damage. It went from tens of miles wide to just a few miles, to just a thousand meters (0.6 miles).

Visibility was reduced to almost nothing. He could barely see 10 meters in front of him, even with his powerful eyesight. The forests that covered the World Bridge were nowhere to be seen, long since wiped out. All that was left was barren stone, scarred and worn away.

He squinted as he ran forward, going over the information he'd memorized.

The World Bridge from Taprisha to Blizzaria descended directly into the Western Cave System. The part of the Bridge that Dorian was on was exposed to the dangerous weather of the surface.

The bridge itself actually moved into the massive cavern. This was partly the reason teams from Taprisha would seek out the cave system for its rare treasures.

As long as you stayed on the World Bridge and went straight forward, you would end up in the cave system, and avoid the dangerous surface. Gravity and other functions operated weird around the World Bridges. This acted like a somewhat effective shield against the dangerous weather of Blizzaria.

Spatial storms were a relatively common sight on the surface world of Blizzaria, alongside storms where the temperature could drop far below freezing, to dangerously low levels.

Even now, as Dorian moved forward, he could feel the air growing colder and colder.

Soon he was draining 4 points of energy per minute. This climbed to 5, and then kept increasing all the way up to 10 the closer he got to the surface, and the less the unique gravity and phenomena of the World Bridge came into effect.

Dorian felt his movements seem to grow slightly slower. The world itself seemed to have slowed down to some degree, due to the mysterious weather that was currently storming all around him.

'You are currently caught within a Distorted Field Storm. Recommendation: Leave the Distorted Field.' Ausra sent him a notification.

Dorian grunted and rolled his eyes. If he could leave the Field just like that, he would.

He'd read up about this in his research. A Distorted Field was an area where functions like gravity, time, and temperature would shift, operating oddly. On Blizzaria, this meant time literally moved slower or faster, while temperatures would plummet.

Even on the World Bridge he was still being affected.

A few minutes passed as Dorian continued jogging downward, bearing the brunt of the storm. He maintained his steady state of mind, keeping his cool.

Gradually, just as the effects of the storm were growing worse, the light around Dorian shifted.

The blinding white snowstorm that was constantly harassing him began to die down, replaced by a dimmer, but still white light. The constant snow began to fall away, the background noise fading.

His vision gradually cleared up. As it grew clear, he almost jumped backward, startled as he looked at what was in front of him.

The gaping mouth of a huge, gargantuan dragon.

Dorian blinked, his heart dropping for a second before he recognized what it was.

It wasn't an actual dragon, but simply a carving of one. A carving done on a grand, vast scale.

All he could see of the statue was its enormous mouth, its domineering eyes, and a portion of its shoulders. The open mouth alone stretched up nearly a thousand meters in height, set into a widespread, rocky stone floor, covered in ice.

The entire statue appeared to be buried almost entirely in the ground, but sunken into a type of depression, shielding it from the brunt of the weather above him.

The World Bridge Dorian was on ended about a hundred meters away from this gaping dragon carving.

Dorian reached the base of the World Bridge and jumped off, a slight feeling of disorientation washing over him as gravity shifted towards the center of the planet instead of the World Bridge.

He'd read about this. This was the entrance to the Western Cave System in this area.

The Dragon's Mouth. A gargantuan carving created by the Grakon Race, for reasons unknown.

He needed to go into it, and take a long, underground passage more than one hundred miles forward, to the ruins of the City Icicar. From there, there were several possible routes he could take that would lead him to the underground ruins of Dragonmount City.

The World Bridge to Paxital was found not far from those ruins.

He nodded his head with determination, and ran forward, his eyes unwavering.

Unbeknownst to him, as he moved through the entrance of the massive cavern, far above him a large, hulking 3 meter tall creature turned to look at him.

Covered in black metal plates that seemed to resemble scales, the odd-looking humanoid had a similar appearance to Earth's Minotaurs, with the head of a bull, a humanoid set of arms and chest, and hooved legs like that of a horse. A deathly aura hung around it as its head followed Dorian, from standing atop the inside of the giant carving of a dragon.

It wielded a massive, ancient looking greatsword on its back, a weapon that was easily as tall as Dorian in his Ifrit form.

(Image (but no halo and black scales) - http://pandius.com/10025092196_cc939f91cf_o.jpg)

As Dorian sprinted past it, heading deeper into the cave, the Grakon snorted, its ageless eyes flashing as it began to jump down.

.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

"Well, Probus, this is it."

"I'm finally dying."

Trajan's voice was filled with despair as he lay on the ground, his eyes closed. A small field of blue flowers spread out around him, in the center of a large, open field.

"A most tragic ending." Probus returned, his body leaning up against a small boulder, the only rock in this field. His sword lay on the ground next to him, also leaning against the rock. His voice was calm.

"It's all over for me." Trajan said, letting out a wheezing gasp.

"I will carry your story forward a thousand generations." Probus replied, completely serious.

"Tell my wife and kids I love them."

"You don't have a wife and kids."

"Alright, then tell my family."

"Didn't your family disown you?"

"Tell my fellow environmentalists."

"What fellow environmentalists? You're the only one I've heard of."

"And people wonder why our worlds have fallen into such disrepair…" Trajan muttered, his voice slowly fading away as he shook his head.

Beyond the small, open field of blue flowers, thousands of corpses could be seen, littering the floor. The entire grassy plains, in a large, thousand meter wide circle, was covered in black blood and essence, dead warriors, Wizards, and assassins all over the ground.

Huge, enormous cuts could be seen, earth torn asunder the assault of mighty blows in several places. High, up above, several large rain clouds could be seen, slowly fading away.

The scenes of a battle that had recently ended.

Silence reigned for a brief moment.

"We'd best prepare. The damned King of the Shades is bound to send forth a few more prongs." Probus was the one to speak, this time, his voice cool.

"Doubtlessly." Trajan responded, not moving from his perch on the ground,

"This is the third attack on us already." He shook his head as he continued,

"I got a message from our favorite red-headed Spymaster that said there were four other attacks. The Shades have finally started testing our defenses again en masse." He sighed,

"All for what? Who cares if they control another world, or we do."

Trajan's body began to shiver as he stood up, stretching.

Probus shrugged,

"Ambition is the curse and blessing of great men, whether they be Vampire or Shade, Aeth or Human, Dragon or Beast." He hooked his blade onto his back as he finished speaking, however, his eyes becoming alert.

Trajan spun around, looking off into the distance.

The field they were standing on had a special name. The Field of Moria.

It was a special area right next to the World Bridge to Plumadone, a world controlled by the Aurelius Family.

The Field of Moria was unique in that anyone that stepped within range of the small, blue flowers that decorated it would gain a mysterious ability to be aware of their surroundings, for anything within 20 miles.

Wizards had oft-debated how this came to be, both vampires and other races, but the field was considered a special zone, and its unique ability was used as an observation point.

No one could move onto the World Bridge to Plumadone without passing through the awareness of everyone in the Field of Moria.

Probus and Trajan had been assigned to act as a vanguard here, with several of the other members of the Reavers spread out on other worlds, forming a protective shield.

The Aurelius Family preferred to use powerful elites to defend their land, wiping out any attackers. Probus and Trajan in particular were used to working alone.

Despite their preference, Highlord Marcus had forcibly arranged several large troops of their forces, thousands of Grandmaster Class Wizards and warriors, to stand defensively on the World Bridge.

Vampires were one of the leading races in the 30,000 Worlds for good reason. Through natural growth and training, any Vampire could reach the Grandmaster Class, with very few exceptions. This gave them a huge advantage, in terms of physique and power.

For the human race, only elite experts could reach the Master Class, and move up to the Grandmaster Class. Further, only one in a hundred humans could become a Wizard at all.

For Vampires, every single member of the race had the natural potential to reach the Grandmaster Class, simply by staying alive.

With that said, to reach a full growth cycle, a vampire would need to grow hundreds and hundreds of years old, sometimes even thousands if they did not train. Vampires were not immortal, and accidents or sickness could overcome even the greatest regenerative powers.

Vampires that trained, in either magic or mystic martial arts, would be far, far stronger than those that didn't. Still, the average vampire vastly outstripped the average human in physical power and ability.

The largest advantage humans had was their ingenuity, refusal to give up, and vast, vast numbers. There was no race in existence, apart from some breeds of small bugs or fish, that outnumbered the Human Race. A single vampire generation could span five hundred years, a time where more than fifteen human generations could follow.

Shades were closer to humans than vampires in that regard. Their natural growth limited them to the Sky Class at best. They bred quickly, and had relatively short lifespans, compared to vampires, most only living for 200-300 years.

In combat, however, they were ferocious, and their powerful aptitude for magic of almost all kinds, especially Darkness Aspected Magic, made them a dangerous foe.

"What do you think it is this time? Another scouting army?" Trajan's voice was calm. They had already dealt with thousands of attacking enemies, all without breaking a sweat or relying upon their own men back on the World Bridge.

Most of their opponents had been at the Sky Class or Master Class, decently powerful for a Shade, but compared to his Pseudo-King Class strength… they were nothing special.

"Perhaps. The Shade King appears to care little for his men's lives. Rather distasteful." Probus replied, his hand resting upon the hilt of his blade.

A hundred meters in front of them, a bright, glowing white portal appeared, shimmering into existence in the field. A standard transport portal, created through the use of Space Magic.

Trajan's eyes tightened. He made a motion with his hand, casting a small spell to alert the soldiers on the World Bridge. If needed, he and Probus could beat a hasty retreat in seconds.

There were no Lord Class vampires among their forces, but over 2,000 Grandmaster Class Wizards and even more warriors. Many of them had formed into large groups, working in perfect unison gained over hundreds of years of training.

The portal flashed once more, and then vanished, revealing the silhouette of a single being.

A hooded woman, floating half a meter above the ground. Her eyes glowed a faint white color, and an almost holy aura seemed to surround her. Instead of a regular pair of legs, her lower half was insubstantial, made up of shimmering clouds of grey light, with a few small wavering tendrils of smoke drifting to and fro.

In the woman's right hand, she wielded a long sword that seemed forged from molten light, while her left hand was sheathed in brilliant white and red spiritual fire.

Her face appeared to be human, bearing a calm, beautiful appearance.

(Image - https://i.imgur.com/Teiop8a.jpg)

Trajan's eyes opened wide as he stared at the odd woman, at a loss. Probus merely grunted, his hand tightening on the hilt of his blade.

The woman spoke,

"Rejoice, mortals, for I have come to spread The Truth." Her voice was ephemeral, containing a mysterious power, as she continued,

"The Truth shall prevail. Justice shall prevail. Those in the Light shall live forever." Her words sang out, full of warmth and care, giving out a sense of her showing real concern for them.

Trajan's eyes narrowed as he replied,

"I'm sorry, we're actually chock full of truth here. Truth about pollution, dying ecosystems, careless littering. You'll have to come back later." He waved his hand dismissively.

"Yeah, Plumadone is closed right now." Probus added, his voice full of iron.

Trajan nodded and shrugged apologetically, holding his arms out wide as if it couldn't be helped.

The floating woman simply gave a small smile, her eyes glowing brighter, as she gently replied,

"You are lying."

"You cannot lie to me."

"I am Veritas. And today you will learn The Truth."

She smiled a little wider, the gentle look in her eyes growing more intense,

"For only in The Truth can you find perfection."

. Dorian was greeted by a wall of white . Brilliant white snow, whipping about in the fierce winds, tore into him and everything near him. Cold, bitterly cold air slashed down on him, making him shiver even in his Ifrit form. His breath froze the moment it left his mouth, transforming not just into white fog, but directly into ice . KEEEEEEEE The snowstorm echoed out with an odd, irritating whine, constantly ringing in the background. He smiled, enjoying the unique experience, even in his discomfort . Internally, Dorian stoked the latent Fire Energy and Life Energy in his veins. The small fires that burned permanently on his elbows, knees, and head grew fiercer, forcing a current of warmth around him . Show me my status. - Dorian - Soul Status Soul Stage: Lord Class (Early) Health: Perfect Energy: 10,540/10,580 (Draining 0.03% per minute) - Oh? He smiled, noticing that his maximum energy level had risen as a result of the constant magic practice hed been undergoing. The increase was rather small, but it showed how constant training could increase your strength and the power of your Soul Spell Matrix. Once he started practicing stronger spells, the increase would no doubt be larger . Keeping himself warm was draining about 3 points of energy per minute. Not a crazy large amount, but a noticeable drain. He raised the priority of getting a form that adapted to the cold a little higher . Dorian began jogging. He was still on the World Bridge. However, hed moved past the opening portal that connected the World Bridge to the planet, from the huge spatial tunnel. The bitter cold here, when he was exposed directly to the weather of the planet, was ferocious . The World Bridge grew narrower and narrower as it drew closer to the surface, thousands of years of extreme weather wearing it away. The center of a World Bridge was said to be impossibly dense, and impossible to cut through, but the outside edges could still take damage. It went from tens of miles wide to just a few miles, to just a thousand meters (0.6 miles). Visibility was reduced to almost nothing. He could barely see 10 meters in front of him, even with his powerful eyesight. The forests that covered the World Bridge were nowhere to be seen, long since wiped out. All that was left was barren stone, scarred and worn away . He squinted as he ran forward, going over the information hed memorized . The World Bridge from Taprisha to Blizzaria descended directly into the Western Cave System. The part of the Bridge that Dorian was on was exposed to the dangerous weather of the surface. The bridge itself actually moved into the massive cavern. This was partly the reason teams from Taprisha would seek out the cave system for its rare treasures . As long as you stayed on the World Bridge and went straight forward, you would end up in the cave system, and avoid the dangerous surface. Gravity and other functions operated weird around the World Bridges. This acted like a somewhat effective shield against the dangerous weather of Blizzaria . Spatial storms were a relatively common sight on the surface world of Blizzaria, alongside storms where the temperature could drop far below freezing, to dangerously low levels . Even now, as Dorian moved forward, he could feel the air growing colder and colder . Soon he was draining 4 points of energy per minute. This climbed to 5, and then kept increasing all the way up to 10 the closer he got to the surface, and the less the unique gravity and phenomena of the World Bridge came into effect . Dorian felt his movements seem to grow slightly slower. The world itself seemed to have slowed down to some degree, due to the mysterious weather that was currently storming all around him . You are currently caught within a Distorted Field Storm. Recommendation: Leave the Distorted Field. Ausra sent him a notification . Dorian grunted and rolled his eyes. If he could leave the Field just like that, he would. Hed read up about this in his research. A Distorted Field was an area where functions like gravity, time, and temperature would shift, operating oddly. On Blizzaria, this meant time literally moved slower or faster, while temperatures would plummet . Even on the World Bridge he was still being affected . A few minutes passed as Dorian continued jogging downward, bearing the brunt of the storm. He maintained his steady state of mind, keeping his cool . Gradually, just as the effects of the storm were growing worse, the light around Dorian shifted . The blinding white snowstorm that was constantly harassing him began to die down, replaced by a dimmer, but still white light. The constant snow began to fall away, the background noise fading . His vision gradually cleared up. As it grew clear, he almost jumped backward, startled as he looked at what was in front of him . The gaping mouth of a huge, gargantuan dragon . Dorian blinked, his heart dropping for a second before he recognized what it was . It wasnt an actual dragon, but simply a carving of one. A carving done on a grand, vast scale . All he could see of the statue was its enormous mouth, its domineering eyes, and a portion of its shoulders. The open mouth alone stretched up nearly a thousand meters in height, set into a widespread, rocky stone floor, covered in ice . The entire statue appeared to be buried almost entirely in the ground, but sunken into a type of depression, shielding it from the brunt of the weather above him . The World Bridge Dorian was on ended about a hundred meters away from this gaping dragon carving . Dorian reached the base of the World Bridge and jumped off, a slight feeling of disorientation washing over him as gravity shifted towards the center of the planet instead of the World Bridge . Hed read about this. This was the entrance to the Western Cave System in this area . The Dragons Mouth. A gargantuan carving created by the Grakon Race, for reasons unknown . He needed to go into it, and take a long, underground passage more than one hundred miles forward, to the ruins of the City Icicar. From there, there were several possible routes he could take that would lead him to the underground ruins of Dragonmount City . The World Bridge to Paxital was found not far from those ruins . He nodded his head with determination, and ran forward, his eyes unwavering . Unbeknownst to him, as he moved through the entrance of the massive cavern, far above him a large, hulking 3 meter tall creature turned to look at him . Covered in black metal plates that seemed to resemble scales, the odd-looking humanoid had a similar appearance to Earths Minotaurs, with the head of a bull, a humanoid set of arms and chest, and hooved legs like that of a horse. A deathly aura hung around it as its head followed Dorian, from standing atop the inside of the giant carving of a dragon . It wielded a massive, ancient looking greatsword on its back, a weapon that was easily as tall as Dorian in his Ifrit form . (Image (but no halo and black scales) - http://pandius.com/10025092196_cc939f91cf_o.jpg) As Dorian sprinted past it, heading deeper into the cave, the Grakon snorted, its ageless eyes flashing as it began to jump down . Well, Probus, this is it. Im finally dying. Trajans voice was filled with despair as he lay on the ground, his eyes closed. A small field of blue flowers spread out around him, in the center of a large, open field . A most tragic ending. Probus returned, his body leaning up against a small boulder, the only rock in this field. His sword lay on the ground next to him, also leaning against the rock. His voice was calm . Its all over for me. Trajan said, letting out a wheezing gasp. I will carry your story forward a thousand generations. Probus replied, completely serious . Tell my wife and kids I love them. You dont have a wife and kids. Alright, then tell my family. Didnt your family disown you? Tell my fellow environmentalists. What fellow environmentalists? Youre the only one Ive heard of. And people wonder why our worlds have fallen into such disrepair… Trajan muttered, his voice slowly fading away as he shook his head . Beyond the small, open field of blue flowers, thousands of corpses could be seen, littering the floor. The entire grassy plains, in a large, thousand meter wide circle, was covered in black blood and essence, dead warriors, Wizards, and assassins all over the ground . Huge, enormous cuts could be seen, earth torn asunder the assault of mighty blows in several places. High, up above, several large rain clouds could be seen, slowly fading away . The scenes of a battle that had recently ended . Silence reigned for a brief moment . Wed best prepare. The damned King of the Shades is bound to send forth a few more prongs. Probus was the one to speak, this time, his voice cool . Doubtlessly. Trajan responded, not moving from his perch on the ground, This is the third attack on us already. He shook his head as he continued, I got a message from our favorite red-headed Spymaster that said there were four other attacks. The Shades have finally started testing our defenses again en masse. He sighed, All for what? Who cares if they control another world, or we do. Trajans body began to shiver as he stood up, stretching . Probus shrugged, Ambition is the curse and blessing of great men, whether they be Vampire or Shade, Aeth or Human, Dragon or Beast. He hooked his blade onto his back as he finished speaking, however, his eyes becoming alert . Trajan spun around, looking off into the distance . The field they were standing on had a special name. The Field of Moria . It was a special area right next to the World Bridge to Plumadone, a world controlled by the Aurelius Family . The Field of Moria was unique in that anyone that stepped within range of the small, blue flowers that decorated it would gain a mysterious ability to be aware of their surroundings, for anything within 20 miles . Wizards had oft-debated how this came to be, both vampires and other races, but the field was considered a special zone, and its unique ability was used as an observation point . No one could move onto the World Bridge to Plumadone without passing through the awareness of everyone in the Field of Moria . Probus and Trajan had been assigned to act as a vanguard here, with several of the other members of the Reavers spread out on other worlds, forming a protective shield . The Aurelius Family preferred to use powerful elites to defend their land, wiping out any attackers. Probus and Trajan in particular were used to working alone . Despite their preference, Highlord Marcus had forcibly arranged several large troops of their forces, thousands of Grandmaster Class Wizards and warriors, to stand defensively on the World Bridge . Vampires were one of the leading races in the 30,000 Worlds for good reason. Through natural growth and training, any Vampire could reach the Grandmaster Class, with very few exceptions. This gave them a huge advantage, in terms of physique and power . For the human race, only elite experts could reach the Master Class, and move up to the Grandmaster Class. Further, only one in a hundred humans could become a Wizard at all . For Vampires, every single member of the race had the natural potential to reach the Grandmaster Class, simply by staying alive . With that said, to reach a full growth cycle, a vampire would need to grow hundreds and hundreds of years old, sometimes even thousands if they did not train. Vampires were not immortal, and accidents or sickness could overcome even the greatest regenerative powers . Vampires that trained, in either magic or mystic martial arts, would be far, far stronger than those that didnt. Still, the average vampire vastly outstripped the average human in physical power and ability . The largest advantage humans had was their ingenuity, refusal to give up, and vast, vast numbers. There was no race in existence, apart from some breeds of small bugs or fish, that outnumbered the Human Race. A single vampire generation could span five hundred years, a time where more than fifteen human generations could follow . Shades were closer to humans than vampires in that regard. Their natural growth limited them to the Sky Class at best. They bred quickly, and had relatively short lifespans, compared to vampires, most only living for 200-300 years . In combat, however, they were ferocious, and their powerful aptitude for magic of almost all kinds, especially Darkness Aspected Magic, made them a dangerous foe . What do you think it is this time? Another scouting army? Trajans voice was calm. They had already dealt with thousands of attacking enemies, all without breaking a sweat or relying upon their own men back on the World Bridge . Most of their opponents had been at the Sky Class or Master Class, decently powerful for a Shade, but compared to his Pseudo-King Class strength… they were nothing special . Perhaps. The Shade King appears to care little for his mens lives. Rather distasteful. Probus replied, his hand resting upon the hilt of his blade . A hundred meters in front of them, a bright, glowing white portal appeared, shimmering into existence in the field. A standard transport portal, created through the use of Space Magic . Trajans eyes tightened. He made a motion with his hand, casting a small spell to alert the soldiers on the World Bridge. If needed, he and Probus could beat a hasty retreat in seconds . There were no Lord Class vampires among their forces, but over 2,000 Grandmaster Class Wizards and even more warriors. Many of them had formed into large groups, working in perfect unison gained over hundreds of years of training . The portal flashed once more, and then vanished, revealing the silhouette of a single being . A hooded woman, floating half a meter above the ground. Her eyes glowed a faint white color, and an almost holy aura seemed to surround her. Instead of a regular pair of legs, her lower half was insubstantial, made up of shimmering clouds of grey light, with a few small wavering tendrils of smoke drifting to and fro . In the womans right hand, she wielded a long sword that seemed forged from molten light, while her left hand was sheathed in brilliant white and red spiritual fire . Her face appeared to be human, bearing a calm, beautiful appearance . (Image - https://i.imgur.com/Teiop8a.jpg) Trajans eyes opened wide as he stared at the odd woman, at a loss. Probus merely grunted, his hand tightening on the hilt of his blade . The woman spoke, Rejoice, mortals, for I have come to spread The Truth. Her voice was ephemeral, containing a mysterious power, as she continued, The Truth shall prevail. Justice shall prevail. Those in the Light shall live forever. Her words sang out, full of warmth and care, giving out a sense of her showing real concern for them . Trajans eyes narrowed as he replied, Im sorry, were actually chock full of truth here. Truth about pollution, dying ecosystems, careless littering. Youll have to come back later. He waved his hand dismissively . Yeah, Plumadone is closed right now. Probus added, his voice full of iron . Trajan nodded and shrugged apologetically, holding his arms out wide as if it couldnt be helped . The floating woman simply gave a small smile, her eyes glowing brighter, as she gently replied, You are lying. You cannot lie to me. I am Veritas. And today you will learn The Truth. She smiled a little wider, the gentle look in her eyes growing more intense, For only in The Truth can you find perfection. .

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Reborn– Evolving From Nothing Chapter 238
Reborn– Evolving From Nothing Chapter 237
Reborn– Evolving From Nothing Chapter 236
Reborn– Evolving From Nothing Chapter 235
234 Reason
233 Accumulation
232 A Final Beginning
231 Focus End of Volume 8
230 Revelation
229 Eyes
228 Zero vs Wukong
227 Facing Death
226 Breakthrough
225 Fated
224 Found
Chapter 223 Everything
Chapter 222 Impending
Chapter 221 King Class
Chapter 220 Lure
Chapter 219 Discovery
Chapter 218 Bound for Icicar once more
Chapter 217 Back
Chapter 216 Annihilate
Chapter 215 The Core
Chapter 214 World Phenomena
Chapter 213 Return
Chapter 211 End End of Volume
Chapter 210 Block
Chapter 209 Reason
Chapter 208 Rescue
Chapter 207 Absorb
Chapter 206 Shear
Chapter 205 Warping Turkey
Chapter 204 Thanksgiving
Chapter 203 Status
Chapter 202 The Thunder Sain
Chapter 201 Meeting
Chapter 200 Guardian Knights
Chapter 199 Twis
Chapter 198 Original
Chapter 197 Merge
Chapter 196 Dare
Chapter 195 Lord Inigo
Chapter 194 Truth
Chapter 193 Pride
Chapter 192 Savior
Chapter 191 Stand
Chapter 190 New Developments
Chapter 189 Inheritence
Chapter 188 Break
Chapter 187 Disciple
Chapter 186 Cleanse
Chapter 185 Chains
Chapter 184 Law
Chapter 183 Stairs
Chapter 182 Trap
Chapter 181 Castle
Chapter 180 Moria
Chapter 179 Crossing
Chapter 178 Confrontations
Chapter 177 Superior Moon Auction House
Chapter 176 Impressed
Chapter 148 New Laws
Chapter 147 Upgrade
Chapter 146 Landed Start of Volume 6
Chapter 140 Future
Chapter 139 Tiny
Chapter 133 To Ash
Chapter 121 Knives
Chapter 113 A Talk
Chapter 102 Battle
Chapter 100 Building Up
Chapter 98 Gambling
Chapter 96 Casino
Chapter 95 The Return of the Godly Dragon
Chapter 87 Leaving Blizzaria
Chapter 86 Developments
Chapter 85: Leaving
Chapter 84: Give and Take
Chapter 83: Dorian vs The King Class Grakon
Chapter 82: The Darkness Left By Yukeli
Chapter 81: The Red Portal
Chapter 80: Sun Wukong vs Zero
Chapter 79: Breaking In
Chapter 78: Yukeli
Chapter 77: Clashing with the Shades
Chapter 76: Memories
Chapter 75: Meeting The Lightsworn Fox
Chapter 74: Arrival at Icicar
Chapter 73: A Meeting of Proportions
Chapter 72: Shades
Chapter 71: Veritas
Chapter 70
Chapter 69: Taking Root
Chapter 68: New Forms and New Abilities
Chapter 67: Magic
Chapter 66: Travel
Chapter 65: Setting Off for Blizzaria
Chapter 64: Something Goes Right
Chapter 63: Identity
Chapter 62: Willpower
Chapter 61: A Question
Chapter 60: Awakening
Chapter 59: Waiting
Chapter 56: Standing Alone
Chapter 55: Lord Class
Chapter 54: Giving Aid
Chapter 53: Meeting
Chapter 52
Chapter 51: Arrival
Chapter 50: A Calm Night
Chapter 49: The Spoils
Chapter 48: The Main Course
Chapter 47: The Appetizer
Chapter 46
Chapter 45: Finding Treasure
Chapter 44: Exploring
Chapter 43: The Overbal Canyon
Chapter 42: A Future of Possibilities
Chapter 41: Preparation
Chapter 40: Relaxation
Chapter 39: Killing
Chapter 38: Target
Chapter 37: Sneaking
Chapter 36
Chapter 35: Condense
Chapter 34: Setup
Chapter 33: Potor City
Chapter 32: Taprisha
Chapter 31: Clash
Chapter 30: Meeting
Chapter 29: Third Evolution - (Hidden for spoilers)
Chapter 26: Taking Life
Chapter 25: Giving Death
Chapter 24: Escape
Chapter 23: Connection Shattered
Chapter 22: Rising
Chapter 21: The Calm before the Storm
Chapter 20: High
Chapter 19: Taking Flight
Chapter 18: Necessities
Chapter 17: An Offer
Chapter 16: Reflection
Chapter 15: The Old Mage
Chapter 14: Bluffing
Chapter 13: Godly Dragon
Chapter 12: Confusion
Chapter 11: Lucky day
Chapter 10: Getting Close
Chapter 9: Regrets
Chapter 8: Second Evolution - Myyr Dragon
Chapter 7: Treasure
Chapter 6: Humans
Chapter 5: The Ironhide Wolf
Chapter 4: New Ability
Chapter 3: Growing
Chapter 2: First Evolution - Red Salamander
Chapter 1: Reborn
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