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{3rd Pov}
The moment Xyra returned to the Summoning Plane, everyone present was utterly stunned by the overwhelming display of her power.
From being a once weakened and declining Evolving Commander, she had not only managed to regain her former strength and glory but had even ascended further, reaching the realm of an Evolving Monarch.
It was an unbelievable transformation—one that shook every dragon witnessing her return.
Without a doubt, Xyra now stood as the strongest Dragon within the entire clan, surpassing every other contender in both aura and might.
Her daughter, Nemonia, could hardly believe her eyes.
The surge of power radiating from her mother was so immense and unfamiliar that, for a brief moment, she began to question if the dragoness before her was truly her mother.
Trembling and overwhelmed, she stammered in disbelief, "M–Mother… did you really recover?"
Xyra turned her gaze toward her daughter and nodded calmly, her eyes carrying a glint of pride and gratitude.
"That kid's background is far more extraordinary than I ever imagined," she said, her tone filled with a mixture of awe and respect.
"He was willing to exhaust an immense amount of resources just to heal me. He never betrayed me, not even once. But even then, I could never have expected him to not only mend the injuries that plagued me for centuries but also to elevate my very prowess itself."
As she spoke, Xyra released a fraction of her Evolving Monarch's pressure, and in an instant, the atmosphere grew heavy and suffocating.
The surrounding dragons, unable to withstand the sheer force of her bloodline suppression, nearly collapsed to the ground, their bodies trembling from the overwhelming might that poured from her presence.
Only Nemonia managed to remain standing, though even she felt her knees weaken under the crushing weight.
"I can feel it…" Xyra said, her voice filled with restrained excitement and anticipation.
"If things continue like this, in just a few more years, I might actually be able to challenge the barrier of the Emperor Being realm."
Her words echoed with determination, and her eyes shone with the ambition of someone who had once lost everything but had now been given a second chance.
Hearing her mother speak with such confidence and vigor, Nemonia could only stand frozen in awe, completely stunned by what she was witnessing.
In truth, Nemonia's potential had already reached its limits, and deep down she knew it.
Her hopes of ever advancing to the realm of an Evolving Monarch were faint—almost nonexistent.
She had long accepted that her growth had stagnated and that her bloodline could no longer support any further evolution.
Yet now, standing before her was her mother, Xyra, who in the past possessed far weaker innate potential than her own.
Not only had Xyra surpassed her former limits and achieved the rank of an Evolving Monarch, but she also now stood on the verge of something even greater—the possibility of stepping into the realm of an Emperor Being.
The realization struck Nemonia like a blade through the heart, and for a brief moment, she felt a sense of disbelief so deep that it numbed her entirely.
A bitter sense of regret began to creep into her heart, cold and suffocating.
'Why… why didn't I accept that contract with the human myself?', she thought, clenching her claws tightly.
That one decision, which she had dismissed at the time with pride and hesitation, now haunted her with the weight of lost opportunity.
She could have been the one standing where her mother was—restored, empowered, and renewed beyond imagination.
But then, as her gaze fell upon her husband who was still kneeling beside her, loyal and devoted, her heart softened.
She let out a quiet sigh, her expression conflicted.
'No… even if I had accepted that contract, it would have been no different than becoming that human's mate', she thought with a mixture of shame and resolve. 'I cannot betray my husband. I chose my path, and I will bear the consequences.'
In their kind, strict hierarchies dictated relationships and power, yet despite all that, loyalty and honor still ran deep in their blood.
To Nemonia, betraying her bond with her husband would have been worse than losing her strength.
Still, as her thoughts turned toward her daughter, a different kind of regret surfaced—one that stung even more.
Perhaps, if she had been more cunning, she could have arranged for her daughter to form the contract with that human instead.
Initially, she had even considered such a plan: she would act reluctant, pretending to reject the idea of letting her precious daughter become a contracted beast, only to later give in "begrudgingly," securing the contract under her own favorable conditions.
That way, her daughter could gain strength and protection while Nemonia maintained control of the situation.
But that plan had shattered completely.
That human, from the very beginning, had shown no interest in her daughter at all.
His attention and choices had gone in a completely different direction.
And now, the irony burned deeply—he had formed a contract not with her or her daughter, but with Xyra, her very own mother.
The same mother who, once frail and crippled, now stood towering above them all, radiating power and dominance after regaining her full combat prowess.
For Nemonia, there was nothing left to say.
Only regret, frustration, and helpless admiration filled her heart as she realized just how drastically everything had changed.
She also knew now she had a new 'Daddy'.
Although familial affection undoubtedly existed among dragons, Nemonia was not naïve—she clearly understood the reality of their kind's instincts and nature.
Her mother, being a female dragon, would likely come to view that human boy as her new mate, especially after forming a deep soul contract with him.
Such a bond went beyond a simple pact; it intertwined essence and spirit, something that could easily evolve into a connection far more intimate than mere partnership.
Nemonia didn't need to be told—she could already predict that outcome.
In their clan's traditions, monogamy was a core value, something every dragon was expected to uphold throughout their life.
However, re-marriage was not entirely forbidden. It was permitted under a few, very specific and strict conditions.
The first requirement was that one's previous mate must be deceased, ensuring that the old bond had been severed naturally.
The second condition demanded that the new mate must be stronger and more capable than the previous one, proving the union to be one of advancement rather than weakness.
Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, both parties had to willingly agree to form the new bond—any form of coercion or unwillingness would be seen as a deep disgrace among their kind.
As she contemplated these customs, Nemonia's mind grew heavy.
The realization that her own mother could soon take a human child as her new partner was something she struggled to accept.
Yet, when she considered the situation logically, she found herself dismissing the issue of age entirely.
'Astreo is merely six years old,' she thought, her expression blank.
'But what does that even mean for humans?'
To dragons, human lifespans were fleeting, and they matured with unbelievable speed.
What seemed like a child now would become an adult in what felt like a blink of an eye by draconic standards.
For them, a few years passed like a passing breeze, and time held a completely different meaning.
While Nemonia was lost in her tangled thoughts, a massive wave of pressure swept through the entire region.
The sheer might of an Evolving Monarch's aura spread across the skies like a storm, shaking mountains and trembling the very air itself.
That sudden surge of power immediately disturbed the deep slumber of the Clan Elders, who had been resting for centuries in the secluded caverns of the mountain.
Their instincts, honed through countless battles, jolted them awake at once.
One after another, giant wings unfurled, and the air filled with the powerful roars of awakening dragons.
The elders took flight from their ancient dens, their massive forms cutting through the clouds as they rose toward the source of the disturbance.
There were eleven Clan Elders in total—each a figure of authority and might within the clan.
The weakest among them had already reached the rank of a Small Monarch, while the strongest had achieved the fearsome status of a Great Monarch.
As they approached the location where the energy erupted, they prepared for confrontation, wary of an external threat.
But when they finally arrived and identified the aura's signature, they froze midair, exchanging astonished glances.
The oppressive yet familiar presence that filled the atmosphere did not belong to an outsider—it belonged to one of their own.
The elders' eyes widened in disbelief.
"This… this power… it's Xyra!" one of them murmured, the shock evident in his voice.
None of them could have imagined that the once-fallen Evolving Commander would not only recover but return as a fully-fledged Evolving Monarch, radiating such overwhelming dominance.
"Xyra! Is that truly you?!" one of the Clan Elders shouted in disbelief, his voice echoing through the skies.
The sight before him was almost impossible to comprehend.
The dragoness they were accustomed to seeing—the battered and injured Xyra, whose scales were once dull and cracked from centuries of accumulated wounds—was gone.
In her place stood a radiant figure of overwhelming majesty.
Her black scales gleamed like polished obsidian, reflecting the light in sharp glimmers, each one flawless and without a single scar.
Her posture, once weary and restrained, now exuded confidence and raw dominance.
Xyra let out a hearty laugh that carried through the air like rolling thunder.
"Haha! Buno, yes—it's me!" she declared proudly, her golden eyes narrowing in amusement.
As she spoke, she released a fraction of her Evolving Monarch's aura, letting it ripple outward in powerful waves.
The pressure spread across the sky, making even the clouds tremble.
The air grew heavy with her presence, and several of the surrounding elders instinctively stiffened, their instincts screaming at them to kneel.
"I–Impossible!" another Monarch stammered, his jaw practically hanging open.
"How in the world did you ascend to the rank of an Evolving Monarch?!" His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, unable to reconcile what he was witnessing.
Just months ago, Xyra had been little more than a crippled commander, barely holding onto her power. And now—this? This was beyond belief.
Xyra smirked slightly, taking pleasure in their reactions.
"It's a long story," she began, her tone calm yet filled with a certain pride that couldn't be concealed.
She then started to explain everything in detail—how she had encountered a human boy, how their meeting led to an unexpected alliance, and how that same boy had turned out to be the successor of an Emperor Being.
Xyra then described how he had offered his aid without hesitation, how he used resources so rare and valuable that even the elders found it hard to imagine, and how she had formed a contract with him that completely changed her fate.
Nemonia wanted to cry, she was the one who encountered him first!
As her explanation went on, the expressions on the faces of the eleven elders turned increasingly blank, as if they were staring at something unreal—like a ghost that defied the laws of logic.
When she finally finished speaking, not one of them uttered a word.
They just stared at her silently, their minds struggling to process the absurd level of luck and fortune that Xyra had somehow stumbled upon.
'What kind of absurd fate does this dragoness possess?!', each of them thought.
She not only encountered a human—a being they would normally never pay attention to—but that very human turned out to be a descendant of an Emperor Being and then went so far as to form a contract with her?
It sounded more like a fairy tale than reality.
But Xyra wasn't done yet.
In fact, she went even further, describing—almost too proudly—the method by which he had healed her.
"You wouldn't believe it," she said with an amused grin, her tone casual yet full of bragging undertones.
"He simply threw me into a vast pool of some potent medicinal liquid. I was completely submerged! For a moment, I honestly thought I was going to die in there!" She laughed lightly, recalling the sensation.
"But when I emerged, every injury, every scar I'd carried for centuries had vanished. My bloodline had been completely refined. Even my essence feels renewed."
As she finished speaking, several of the elders' eyelids twitched violently.
They exchanged annoyed glances, their expressions filled with silent frustration.
'Was she bragging or giving a report?', they wondered bitterly.
Her tone carried such pride that it was impossible to take her story as anything other than blatant showing off.
One of them muttered under his breath, "What kind of ridiculous display is this…?"
Indeed, to the elders who had trained for thousands of years through hardship and bloodshed, Xyra's tale sounded like pure luck wrapped in arrogance—a story so outrageous that it made their scales itch in irritation.
In fact, if Xyra had chosen to absorb the medicine gradually, allowing her body to take it in step by step and let her draconic physiology process the energy naturally, then by all logical estimations, it would have required barely one-fifth of the total medicine that Aster had used to heal her completely.
The sheer excess of resources he spent on her recovery was not just surprising—it was borderline outrageous.
Even though those resources didn't belong to any of the onlooking dragons, merely hearing about such a waste made their hearts ache as if the loss were their own.
Some of the elders even twitched visibly, their tails flicking in silent frustration.
To think that so many priceless materials were used in such an inefficient, almost reckless way—it was both shocking and painful to imagine.
One of the older dragons finally broke the silence with a teasing grin.
"Congratulations, Xyra, on finding yourself another mate," she said mockingly, her voice carrying a mix of humor and disbelief.
"But it seems this time, you'll be taking the submissive role, won't you?" Her words were met with a few snickers from the other elders.
Xyra's expression froze for a second, and then she blushed lightly, lowering her gaze.
She didn't bother to respond, but the faint tint of red on her scales said enough.
Her silence, paired with that subtle reaction, only deepened the teasing atmosphere around her.
The elders exchanged knowing looks, their amusement growing at her expense.
Before the teasing could go any further, another dragon interrupted, his tone sharp and serious.
"Enough of that," he said sternly.
"The human is only six years old. Let's not make this into something absurd. Our main concern should be deciding what position Xyra deserves now within the clan."
His wings flared slightly as he spoke, his gaze lingering on Xyra longer than necessary.
It wasn't a secret—this particular elder had harbored a long-standing infatuation with Xyra.
For years, even after the death of her previous mate, he had refrained from approaching her, not because he lacked courage but because he knew the outcome would be the same.
Xyra had never shown the slightest hint of affection toward him.
In fact, if he had ever tried to confess his intentions, she would likely have thought he was pitying her and would have rejected him outright.
She had always been distant, proud, and uninterested in forming such a bond again.
Yet now, fate had taken a turn so ridiculous that it almost felt like a cosmic joke.
Out of nowhere, a human boy—barely past his childhood by human standards—had appeared and within a single day managed to win her over completely.
The elder's pride was bruised beyond words.
The situation was so absurd that even he couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry.
If there were ever a record for the fastest conquest in history, then Astreo—or Aster, as the others called him—was on the verge of becoming the greatest speedrunner that had ever existed in the art of forming bonds.
The very thought made the elder grit his teeth.
Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to challenge the human.
Jealous?
Absolutely.
But stupid?
Not at all.
He valued his life far too much to make such a suicidal mistake.
'What kind of background must a person have,' he thought to himself, 'if he can boldly claim that he can elevate someone to the Emperor rank—and then actually do it?'
The answer was obvious: such a person's origin must be beyond comprehension.
Even the mightiest dragons would think twice before crossing paths with someone like that.
The fact that Aster had already healed Xyra completely, restoring both her body and her power, was all the proof anyone needed.
That alone confirmed that he possessed a background of unimaginable influence and resources.
At that point, no one in the clan could doubt that Aster was not only powerful, but also trustworthy enough for Xyra to place her faith—and her future—in his hands.
After all, even he, the dragon who had long harbored a quiet affection for Xyra, understood the cold, practical truth of the matter.
From a purely logical standpoint, it would have been far more efficient to simply cultivate new dragonlings or invest those rare resources into nurturing younger, more promising dragons, rather than wasting them on someone whose body had been crippled for centuries.
In the world of dragons, where power and survival dictated worth, a weakened dragon like Xyra was typically seen as little more than a spent resource—something to be pitied, not repaired.
Some clans might have even gone so far as to use her body as a source of materials, refining her essence into elixirs or scales into armor.
That was the harsh reality of draconic nature.
Yet, this human—this strange, six-year-old being named Astreo—had done the exact opposite.
Instead of abandoning her or exploiting her condition, he had willingly poured immense quantities of rare and valuable resources into restoring her completely, with no expectation of anything in return.
To spend so much on someone who could have easily been deemed a lost cause spoke volumes about his character and loyalty.
It wasn't just generosity—it was proof of unshakable trustworthiness. And among dragons, such a quality carried immense weight.
For dragons, loyalty ranked second only to strength in their hierarchy of values.
It was one of the defining principles that guided their behavior, their alliances, and even their relationships.
A dragon who lacked loyalty, no matter how strong, was despised and seen as unworthy of respect.
But one who demonstrated loyalty beyond doubt—even if weaker—could earn the respect of the entire clan.
When it came to choosing a mate, dragons were fiercely loyal to the point of stubbornness.
They could and often did reject even stronger suitors if they did not feel genuine affection or trust toward them.
To them, a bond without loyalty was meaningless, no matter how advantageous it appeared on the surface.
The elder who once admired Xyra could only sigh in resignation as he came to terms with the situation.
His chest tightened with a mix of envy and reluctant respect.
In the end, he could do nothing but wish Xyra luck with her new partner, silently acknowledging that she had finally found someone who valued her beyond power or appearance.
'Perhaps,' he thought bitterly, 'she truly deserves this second chance.;
As for Astreo, the irony of his fate was almost laughable.
The young human had ventured into the Summoning Plane in search of a contracted beast, intending only to find a powerful ally or guardian to strengthen his side.
Yet somehow, through a series of completely unexpected events, he had ended up acquiring a wife instead—and not just any wife, but a proud, powerful dragoness who once commanded legions.
(A/N: XD—So yeah, Astreo went out looking for a partner in battle… and accidentally found a partner in life instead!)
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A full year had passed, and during that time, countless changes had taken place in Astreo's life.
The once small and curious child had now turned seven years old, marking another milestone in his young yet extraordinary journey.
However, with his new age came new responsibilities—his kindergarten classes had officially begun, and that simple change had dramatically cut down his cultivation hours.
The structured schedule of mundane lessons and social routines left him with far less time to train compared to before.
For an average child, this would have meant nothing, but for someone like Astreo—whose progress was measured not in grades but in power—it was a noticeable setback.
Still, leaving out the currently reduced time, Astreo's growth over the past year had been remarkable.
His efforts and talent far exceeded what anyone could call normal progress.
Within that single year, he had managed to elevate all of his elements to Advanced Level Three, establishing a powerful and stable foundation across multiple elements.
Not stopping there, he also raised the Novice-level mastery of his other, less-focused elements all the way to Tier 8.
As for his more specialized elements, Light and Space, Astreo had achieved something even more impressive.
He successfully pushed both of these elements to Intermediate Tier 8, refining his control and efficiency to an advanced level.
Furthermore, through a rare and pricey process, he managed to upgrade the grade of his Light Element to Soul Grade by utilizing a Soul Grade Seed.
Few adults could even dream of attempting such a thing, yet Astreo had done it before his eighth birthday.
However, not everything had gone as smoothly.
His spiritual attainment, the core measure of his mental and soul-based power, had remained stagnant.
Despite all the advancements in his elemental proficiency, his spiritual strength had shown almost no progress over the year due to him not having enough time to train it specifically.
It was clear that his overall pace had slowed considerably compared to the explosive growth he once displayed.
But this was to be expected. Cultivation wasn't simply about breaking through tiers—if that were his only goal, he could have already stepped into the realm of a Super-Tier Mage by now.
Instead, Astreo's path was one of refinement, not just rapid advancement.
He deliberately dedicated time to fighting monsters, testing his magic in real combat to gain experience.
He also focused on upgrading the grades of his elemental affinities and, perhaps most importantly, enhancing the stars of each element, a process that required immense patience and understanding.
These intricate steps took far longer than simple tier ascension but laid a foundation for unmatched long-term potential.
By all estimates, Astreo should have reached the Super-Tier Mage level by the following year, given his talent and discipline.
Yet life had other plans.
His kindergarten schedule continued to rob him of crucial hours for cultivation, slowing his overall progress drastically.
On top of that, Lei Yao, who should had been preparing to formally adopt him, was still not ready to proceed with the process.
Now, as for Lei Yao, her progress over the past year had also been nothing short of remarkable.
Thanks to the Sacred Grade Stardust Magic Tool that Astreo had personally provided her, combined with her own relentless determination and consistent cultivation, she had successfully advanced to the level of a Novice Tier 3 Mage—not in just one, but in two different elements: Lightning and Summoning.
This dual advancement was an impressive feat that even most veteran mages would struggle to accomplish in such a short period of time.
Her progress in the Lightning Element was, of course, somewhat expected.
Lei Yao had been blessed since birth with an Innate Spirit Grade Lightning Element Talent, something that granted her not only a significantly enhanced cultivation speed, but also allowed her lightning-based magic to be three times more powerful than that of an ordinary mage of the same level.
Her affinity for lightning came as naturally as breathing—her control was sharp, her attacks devastating, and her mana circulation nearly flawless when channeling that element.
However, the most surprising part of her growth lay in how she managed to balance two elements simultaneously.
Normally, a mage focusing on two completely different elements would face immense difficulty—progress in one would almost always hinder progress in the other.
But in Lei Yao's case, her lightning cultivation speed was so fast that it allowed her to dedicate ample time to cultivating her Summoning Element as well.
The rapid accumulation of lightning mana freed up her schedule, and she made efficient use of every remaining moment to strengthen her Summoning arts.
This exceptional balance was further reinforced by the Sacred Grade Stardust Magic Tool, a highly advanced artifact that Astreo had entrusted to her.
The tool not only amplified her mana absorption rate but also provided her with more time to cultivate magic.
With its help, Lei Yao's dual cultivation became smoother, and her progress soared far beyond what anyone could have predicted.
Reaching Novice Tier 3 in both elements within a single year was nothing short of astonishing, even by the standards of best academies in the entire world.
In addition to her own growth, Astreo had also arranged for Lei Yao to form a contract with a Dragonling—specifically, a sub-dragon belonging to a sub-clan under Xyra's leadership.
This pact greatly enhanced her combat potential and overall strength, as even the weakest dragon sub-breeds carried powerful bloodlines capable of amplifying a summoner's abilities.
The synergy between her Summoning magic and the dragonling's natural might gave her a formidable edge in both offense and defense.
Meanwhile, in the higher echelons of dragon society, significant changes had taken place as well.
Xyra, having fully regained her strength and prestige as an Evolving Monarch, had been reinstated as the Matriarch of the Dragon Clan.
Her return to power was met with awe and respect throughout the clan, and few dared to oppose it.
Even Nemonia, who had served as the acting Matriarch during her mother's long period of weakness, stepped down from her position willingly and peacefully once the matter was brought before the clan.
Had it been anyone else trying to seize the title from her, Nemonia would have certainly challenged them to a duel of succession, as was customary among dragons.
But since it was her own mother, she saw no reason to contest it.
There was no bitterness or resentment—only acceptance. Xyra's rise was not the result of politics or coercion; it was pure and undeniable strength.
In the face of such overwhelming power and rightful authority, Nemonia could only acknowledge the truth and return the position with dignity.
By now, Aster had come to fully understand the inner workings of dragon hierarchy—their laws, customs, and the complex social structures that governed both the main clans and their sub-clans.
Although dragons outwardly upheld strict monogamy among true mates, the relationships between higher dragons and sub-dragons were layered with nuance.
It was not uncommon for dominant dragons to establish personal authority over members of subordinate bloodlines by fucking them, for a dragonling it was considered honor to be bred by a True Dragon.
Such interactions were not seen as violations of loyalty but rather as expressions of power, hierarchy, and dominance alongside releasing their stress for True Dragons within their rigid societal order.
Among these sub-clans under Xyra's clan, there existed a young dragoness named Altria, born of a True Dragon father and a sub-dragon mother.
Her lineage was unusually refined for one of her status, resulting in a bloodline purity high enough to grant her the potential to eventually reach the rank of a Monarch-level being, provided she was supplied with adequate resources and guidance.
Her potential stood out clearly, and it didn't take long for Aster to take notice.
After careful evaluation, Aster chose Altria as the contracted beast for Lei Yao, or "Lisa" as he casually called her.
He had his reasons for this choice.
Although he possessed the means to provide Lisa with a True Dragon as a familiar, he deliberately refrained from doing so.
In his view, rewards must be earned, not handed out freely.
Despite his near-limitless resources, Aster held firm to his principle that service must precede favor.
He had no intention of spoiling his followers or creating dependence.
His methods were simple yet effective: those who proved their loyalty and worth would receive rewards that far surpassed what any other faction or master could offer.
His goal wasn't to create subservient followers through gifts but to cultivate genuine loyalty through opportunity and fairness.
To Aster, loyalty was a rare and precious trait—something that could not be bought, only earned and nurtured.
He often thought to himself, 'Only those who know hardship understand loyalty. A dog can be loyal… but a snake will never be.'
With this mindset, he arranged for Altria to form the contract with Lisa under his direct command.
The process was smooth and met with no resistance.
Given that Aster was the contracted summoner of Xyra, the current Matriarch of the Dragon Clan, his authority within the clan was already substantial.
Not to mention a mere sub-clan under them, seeing his word as an extension of the Matriarch's will.
As a result, the sub-dragon clan accepted his decision without hesitation, allowing the bond between Lisa and Altria to be established seamlessly.
Now, all that remained was for Lisa to establish herself properly within the city—to build a stable identity and reputation strong enough to support her eventual next step.
Once she did, the path would be clear for her to officially adopt Aster, completing the arrangement he had been carefully setting into motion since the beginning.
He decided that this year would be one of light training and strategic preparation rather than direct power advancement.
Instead of focusing on pushing his elemental cultivation to the next stage, Aster planned to shift his attention toward the study and comprehension of domains—a crucial but far more intricate part of a mage's development.
His goal was clear: to analyze, understand, and ultimately create his own domain through research and insight rather than brute force cultivation.
After all, he knew that aside from his Light Element, he couldn't simply rely on obtaining Soul Grade Element Seeds to upgrade his other elemental grades and effortlessly unlock the domains that came with them.
The Light Element had been an exception, a case of opportunity aligning perfectly with preparation.
But as for his other elements, there were no shortcuts—not for someone walking the path of a dimensional magic cultivator.
Dimensional mages operated on entirely different principles compared to ordinary elemental mages.
Their understanding of magic had to be layered, multidimensional, and deeply analytical.
Aster would need to comprehend the nature of each element individually, unravel its laws, and then construct unique domains for each of them from the ground up.
It wasn't just about accumulating mana or improving resonance—it was about grasping the conceptual essence behind every force he commanded.
Only by doing so could he achieve true mastery and merge them harmoniously when the time came.
There were no easy paths ahead.
No artificial elevation, no dependence on external items.
Everything from this point forward would depend solely on his own comprehension and discipline.
During this self-imposed slowdown, Aster also intended to observe Lei Yao's—Lisa's—progress closely.
He wanted to see how far she could advance under her current conditions and whether her mindset had matured enough to justify further investment.
At the same time, he would assist Xyra in reaching the threshold required to ascend to Emperor rank, guiding her cultivation when necessary and providing resources in calculated increments.
In addition to that, he had plans to cultivate and command a new group of undead creatures, expanding his influence and combat potential without drawing unnecessary attention.
All in all, this year was shaping up to be less intensive in raw training but far heavier in planning, study, and refinement.
It was a year dedicated not to external strength but to internal mastery—a deliberate pause before the next great leap.
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Lisa, who had now cultivated to Novice Tier 3 in both of her elemental paths, had reached the stage where she needed to join the Hunter's Union or Guild to begin establishing her reputation.
It was a necessary step—not just for her personal growth but also for Aster's long-term ambitions.
Aster's ultimate goal was clear.
He intended to create a powerful organization capable of influencing not only China but, eventually, the entire world.
His plan was to form a force rooted within humanity itself, one that could operate in the open while still answering to him.
After all, dominating the world wasn't something achieved through brute strength alone—it required control, networks, and loyal subordinates.
His reasoning was simple: if he controlled the top of humanity's hierarchy, then, by extension, he would control all of humanity.
Governments, guilds, military organizations—it didn't matter.
Power flowed downward, and whoever stood at the summit dictated the fate of those below.
Of course, such a vision was still far from realization.
At this point, Aster hadn't even started formally recruiting subordinates.
Lisa was his only human follower, the sole individual under his command who operated within human society.
That made her progress, reputation, and standing critical to his plans.
If she could establish herself as a capable and renowned Hunter within Bo City, then she would become his foothold in human society—the starting point from which he could begin building his force.
For now, everything depended on Lisa's success in making a name for herself and laying the foundation for the influence Aster intended to spread across the world.
Now, after an entire year of intense and uninterrupted magic cultivation confined within the four walls of her home, Lisa was finally preparing to step outside once again.
For the past twelve months, she hadn't even taken a single step beyond her doorstep—not once.
Every single day had been dedicated solely to relentless training, meditation, and physical improvement.
All her daily needs—whether it was groceries, cleaning, or purchasing household necessities—had been handled by a small group of local thugs who had been completely brainwashed by Astreo.
To them, Lisa was the boss, someone they admired and obeyed without hesitation.
They carried out every errand, ensuring that she had no distractions from her cultivation.
With the generous allowance Astreo provided her, Lisa had even purchased a full set of high-grade gym equipment to train her body within the house itself.
Between her magical practice and physical training, every waking hour had been spent improving herself.
Now, after that year of complete isolation and unyielding effort, the results were nothing short of astonishing.
The chubby, overweight girl she once was had vanished entirely, replaced by a woman of striking beauty and alluring presence.
Her formerly round face had become sharp and well-defined, her body curving into a voluptuous yet athletic figure that radiated both strength and femininity.
Her breasts, which once appeared unremarkable when buried under excess weight, now stood out naturally—full, firm, and perfectly proportioned, enough to catch the eyes of anyone who saw her.
Her crimson red eyes glimmered with determination and intensity, perfectly matching the fiery hue of her hair that cascaded down her back.
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Even Astreo himself had been caught off guard by her transformation.
Though he had checked on her periodically throughout the year, witnessing the gradual changes over time, he still couldn't deny how much she had evolved.
Had he not seen her at all during the year, her current appearance would have left him completely speechless.
Now, standing before the door of her house, Lei Yao—or rather, Lisa, as she preferred to call herself, the name bestowed upon her by her Lord, not by her parents—took a deep breath.
Her crimson eyes burned with a mix of determination and nervous anticipation.
After a full year of seclusion and rebirth, she was finally ready to step out into the world once again.
As Lisa stepped outside, the sunlight struck her face for the first time in a year, causing her to instinctively close her eyes and squint in discomfort.
The brightness felt almost unbearable after so long in seclusion.
It took several minutes for her eyes to gradually adjust to the warm, golden light of the morning before she could finally begin to walk properly.
Her destination was a small grocery store—the very same one where she had once worked.
It had been over a year since she last showed up for her job, and during that time, she hadn't sent a message, made a call, or even explained her absence.
The store owner, after complaining for a few days and waiting in vain for her return, had eventually hired a replacement worker.
After that, she hadn't bothered to check on her again—no visits, no phone calls, not even the smallest gesture of concern to see if she was sick or dead.
But Lisa didn't care anymore.
Those days of servitude and small wages were behind her.
She was no longer the timid, insecure girl desperate for approval.
All she wanted now was to formally resign from that meaningless job before taking the next step in her life—joining the Hunter's Guild and building her name under Astreo's guidance.
When she pushed open the glass door and entered the store, the faint sound of the bell above it echoed through the small space.
A young female employee, clearly new, looked up to greet her—but froze mid-sentence. In the next moment, every person inside the store turned their heads toward Lisa.
The shock in their eyes was unmistakable.
Lisa's figure was perfectly toned and alluring, her movements graceful and confident.
Her flawless skin, radiant red hair, and crimson eyes gave her an almost otherworldly charm.
Every detail of her appearance exuded class and refinement.
Even her clothing had changed drastically.
She wore elegant, high-end branded attire, though she didn't even realize their value—Astreo had simply sent his men to purchase them for her.
To him, presentation was everything.
After all, if Lisa didn't look like a wealthy, influential woman, how could she possibly draw others to his servitu-ahemcause?
Appearance mattered—especially when one was destined to become a symbol of his rising force within human society.
As Lisa stepped into the store, her striking beauty immediately drew every eye toward her.
The once-familiar little grocery shop fell silent for a brief moment as all conversations and movements ceased.
Everyone inside turned to look at her—some in awe, others in disbelief.
A few seconds later, from behind the counter, an old woman with a wide smile—revealing a few missing teeth—hurriedly came forward.
Her sharp eyes scanned Lisa from head to toe, lingering on her expensive branded clothes, refined posture, and aura of quiet confidence.
In an instant, the woman's judgment was made—this was someone from a powerful or wealthy family, far beyond the social standing of anyone in this little store.
The old woman, confused yet eager to show respect, quickly straightened her clothes and greeted her politely.
"Young lady, you're looking absolutely beautiful today. My humble self asks—how may I help you?" she said, her tone unusually courteous, almost servile.
Lisa blinked, caught completely off guard by the kind and gentle voice.
For a moment, she didn't know how to respond.
The same woman who had once yelled at her daily, scolded her for even the smallest mistakes, and deducted her salary whenever she refused to work overtime was now addressing her with sweetness and respect?
The contrast felt almost surreal.
Composing herself, Lisa replied calmly, "Miss Chu, I am here to resign from my position."
Her words caused an immediate wave of confusion to ripple through the store.
The old woman froze, her eyes widening slightly as she tried to process what she had just heard.
The few customers and staff nearby exchanged puzzled looks, whispering among themselves.
"..."
"Huh?" Miss Chu finally blurted out, her expression a mix of confusion and growing panic.
Beads of sweat began to form on her wrinkled forehead as her mind raced to interpret the young woman's words.
'Wait… did she just say she's resigning? What does that mean? Is she angry about something? Don't tell me—'
A dreadful thought struck her like lightning, and her eyes went wide in fear.
'Don't tell me she's here to destroy my shop! Maybe that's what she means by resignation?! Maybe she's furious and wants revenge for how I treated her before!'
Her trembling hands clutched the edge of the counter as she began sweating nervously, her forced smile twitching slightly.
The proud store owner who once scolded Lisa daily now stood shaking in fear, completely unsure how to react to the woman.
"Mi–Miss, I–I don't know how I might have offended you, but please forgive me!" Miss Chu stammered, her wrinkled hands trembling as she bowed her head slightly, her voice filled with panic.
Lisa blinked in utter confusion, staring at the old woman who looked as though her life depended on this conversation.
"What…?" she muttered under her breath, completely lost.
'Why is this granny acting like this all of a sudden?'
Then, as the thought struck her, Lisa's expression stiffened slightly.
'Wait a minute… could it be that now that I've become beautiful, she wants me to stay so I can attract more customers for her shop?'
The idea seemed ridiculous at first, but the more she thought about it, the more sense it made in her mind.
That must have been it!
Everything clicked now—Miss Chu's sudden politeness, her respectful tone, her trembling eagerness.
Lisa sighed inwardly, already regretting her decision to come here in person.
"Sorry, Miss Chu, but I really must resign," Lisa said, forcing a polite smile even though she wanted to leave as soon as possible.
However, her slightly strained and awkward smile seemed intimidating to the terrified old woman.
Miss Chu's eyes went wide with terror.
She immediately dropped to her knees with a loud thud and, before Lisa could even react, grabbed her leg tightly.
"Please forgive me, Young Miss!" she cried desperately.
"I'll kowtow! I'll smash my head three times if I must—but please, I beg you, don't destroy my grocery store!"
Lisa froze completely, her mouth falling open as every eye in the store turned toward her in shock.
The scene was so absurd that she didn't even know how to respond.
'How the hell did I suddenly become the villain here?!', she screamed inwardly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Everyone around looked at her cautiously, whispering under their breath as if she were some dangerous noblewoman who had come to pass judgment.
Lisa could practically feel their stares burning into her skin.
'No, no, no! At this rate, my reputation will drown before I even start my mission!' she panicked internally.
'If Lord hears that I caused a public scene before even joining the Hunter's Guild, I'm doomed!'
Flustered, she quickly bent down and tried to lift the trembling old woman off the floor.
"Please, Miss Chu, stand up! I'm not here to destroy your shop—it's me, Lei Yao! I used to work here a year ago, remember?" Lisa said hurriedly, her hands gently grabbing Miss Chu's arms to help her up.
"I… I don't understand?" Miss Chu blinked in confusion, still shaking slightly.
"Lei Yao?"
The name rolled off her tongue uncertainly, and then, in the next moment, realization struck.
Her eyes went wide, her jaw dropped, and she pointed a trembling finger at Lisa.
"Y–You're… that fatty Yao?!" she exclaimed in complete disbelief, her lips quivering as she stumbled backward, unable to comprehend that the obese girl she once berated daily had turned into the breathtaking woman standing before her.
Hearing the old granny call her "fatty Yao," Lisa's eyebrow twitched violently in irritation.
For a brief moment, she wanted to glare at her, but she quickly took a deep breath and maintained her composure.
"Yes," she said evenly, forcing a polite smile, "I am that girl who used to work in your shop."
Miss Chu blinked repeatedly, her wrinkled face twisting in disbelief as she looked Lisa up and down—from her radiant red hair and flawless skin down to her perfectly shaped legs.
Her mouth slowly fell open as she compared the current stunning woman before her to the chubby, sluggish girl from her memories.
"Y–You changed this much?!" Miss Chu finally blurted out, her tone filled with shock and disbelief.
She could hardly process it—how could someone go from a fat, clumsy girl to a woman who looked like she walked straight out of a magazine?
The transformation was so extreme that Miss Chu almost wanted to rub her eyes just to confirm she wasn't hallucinating.
And then her gaze unintentionally drifted toward Lisa's chest—her jaw dropped even wider.
'Good heavens, what happened to those assets?!'
"Ahem!" she coughed awkwardly, forcing her wandering thoughts away and straightening her posture.
"Fat— I mean, Lei Yao, why are you here?" she asked, almost slipping back into her old habit of calling her fatty, but fortunately stopping herself halfway through the word.
Lisa noticed it, of course, but chose to ignore the slight.
"Miss Chu, I came here to officially resign from my position," she said firmly.
"I know I stopped coming to work about a year ago without notice, but I thought it was only proper to handle things formally now."
As she spoke, Miss Chu's eyes lit up with sudden calculation.
A cunning glint appeared in her gaze as a thought ran through her mind— If I can somehow convince her to work here again, my sales will skyrocket!
This level of beauty could attract customers by the dozens every day!
Putting on her best fake-sympathetic expression, she dramatically clasped her hands together and exclaimed, "Oh, Yao! Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? You just disappeared out of nowhere! I didn't know if something terrible happened to you! I was so concerned I couldn't sleep properly for days!"
Lisa's expression remained calm, though the corner of her mouth curved upward slightly.
"Indeed, Miss Chu, you were so worried about me that you never once called me—or came to check if I was even alive," she said sweetly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"And to think, my address was clearly written in your employee contacts."
Miss Chu froze for a split second, her fake sympathy faltering as a nervous laugh escaped her lips.
Then, both women let out forced chuckles—each smiling politely while their eyes sharpened like blades.
Their lips smiled, but their gazes locked like two duelists preparing for battle.
The verbal war between two women—one cunning and experienced, the other reborn and confident—was just about to begin.
...
After nearly an hour of intense verbal combat with Miss Chu, Lisa finally managed to escape the battlefield alive—and not just alive, but victorious.
The war of words had been fierce, filled with sarcasm, manipulation, and sharp comebacks from both sides.
However, in the end, Lisa had completely outclassed the old woman, beating her at her own petty game of cunning and deceit.
Not only had Lisa won every exchange, but by the end, Miss Chu was the one smiling awkwardly and begging for forgiveness, especially after realizing that Lisa was not just some ordinary girl anymore—she was a magician.
The word alone was enough to send a chill down the old woman's spine; offending a magician was practically the same as digging one's own grave.
Unlike most people who would have been mentally exhausted after such a prolonged argument, Lisa stepped out of the store radiant and full of vitality.
Her energy hadn't drained even a bit—in fact, she looked even more confident than before.
With her beautiful crimson hair swaying gently and her eyes glowing with determination, she wore a bright, almost triumphant smile as she made her way toward the Hunter Union Branch located in the center of the city.
Upon arriving, she adjusted her clothes slightly, took a deep breath, and walked confidently into the large, bustling hall.
The atmosphere inside was lively—hunters chatting, clerks processing applications, and the sound of footsteps echoing across the marble floor.
But the moment Lisa entered, all eyes turned toward her.
Conversations halted mid-sentence.
The sheer presence and beauty she carried demanded attention, and for a few seconds, the entire front lobby seemed to still.
She approached the reception counter, ready to register her name and begin her official journey as a Hunter.
The receptionist, a young woman with short brown hair and a professional demeanor, looked up from her desk—and instantly froze.
Her mouth parted slightly as she took in Lisa's elegant yet intimidating aura, her refined beauty, and the confidence radiating from her every step.
"M–Miss, h–how may I help you?" the receptionist stammered, her voice betraying her sudden nervousness.
She quickly cursed herself internally—Why am I stuttering like this?
She wasn't some flustered boy ogling a pretty girl; she was supposed to be a professional!
Yet even as she tried to maintain composure, she couldn't help but click her tongue softly in frustration.
No matter how hard she tried to suppress it, a pang of envy crept into her chest.
'Damn it… why does she have to look this perfect?'
Lisa, with her glowing red eyes and calm, regal smile, stood before her like a fairy who had descended into the mundane world, and the receptionist couldn't deny it—she secretly wished she had even a quarter of Lisa's charm and grace.
"I'm here to register as a Hunter," Lisa said in a calm and composed tone, her voice firm yet pleasant.
The receptionist, who was still trying to recover from her earlier embarrassment, blinked in surprise.
For a moment, she thought she had misheard.
'Register as a Hunter?'
That didn't sound right.
The woman standing before her didn't look like someone who would be risking her life fighting monsters.
With her flawless skin, graceful posture, and elegant outfit, Lisa looked more like the young lady of some influential family—the type who came to issue missions, not take them.
However, the receptionist quickly reconsidered her assumptions.
Perhaps this beautiful woman wasn't just another pampered noble's daughter.
There were some elites who took up hunting for training or sport, seeking thrill and experience rather than resources.
With that reasoning, she nodded and maintained her professionalism.
"Please fill out this form," she said, handing Lisa the official Hunter registration document.
Lisa took it with a polite nod and sat down to fill it in.
Her handwriting was neat and elegant, yet sharp enough to show discipline.
Once completed, she handed the form back to the receptionist, who glanced through the details casually—only for her eyes to widen in astonishment a second later.
Her gaze landed on the 'Magic Element' section first, and her expression froze.
"Lightning element…" she muttered softly under her breath.
That was a rare and powerful element, not something common among the hunters in Bo City. She continued reading and nearly dropped the form when she noticed Lisa's cultivation level—Novice Tier 3, and her age—20 years old.
The receptionist's hands trembled slightly as she processed that information.
In Bo City, someone at Intermediate Tier by twenty-five was already considered talented.
The number of people who reached Intermediate before twenty was practically nonexistent.
This level of progress was something you'd expect only from people in Imperial Capital, where even Intermediate Tier by twenty was viewed as average.
So having Novice Tier 3 meant she was on verge of becoming an Intermediate Mage and here it was considered impressive.
"This… this is impressive," she muttered quietly to herself, stealing a discreet glance at Lisa, who stood there patiently, maintaining her calm and confident demeanor.
Then her eyes caught another detail that piqued her curiosity—the Hunter Name section.
Lisa had written her name simply as Lisa.
The receptionist blinked again.
A foreign name?
That was rare in China.
Very few people here chose or used non-Chinese names unless they had special backgrounds or foreign roots.
For a brief moment, curiosity burned inside her—Is she a foreigner? Or maybe someone from one of those mixed heritage families in the capital?—but she quickly suppressed the thought.
It wasn't her place to ask questions about a Hunter's background.
Regaining her professional posture, she typed the necessary information into the Hunter
Union system, processed the application, and printed a brand-new Hunter ID Card with Lisa's name and details engraved on it.
Then, she stood up and handed it over with a respectful smile.
"Congratulations, Miss Lisa. You are now officially registered as an Elementary Rank Hunter. Welcome to the Hunter's Union."
Lisa accepted the card gracefully, her crimson eyes gleaming slightly as she gave a small nod.
"Thank you."
The receptionist couldn't help but watch her for a moment longer as she walked away—What kind of background does someone like her come from?—but in the end, she simply sighed and returned to her work, pretending she wasn't completely fascinated by the mysterious beauty who had just joined their branch.
After completing her registration, Lisa took a slow look around the hall, feeling slightly awkward under the subtle yet noticeable attention she was receiving.
Almost every pair of eyes—especially those belonging to men—seemed to follow her every movement.
However, the moment she turned her head toward them, those same men would hurriedly avert their gazes, pretending to be busy with their own affairs.
The awkwardness in the air was almost tangible.
Suppressing a sigh, Lisa decided to focus on her next objective—joining a Hunter team.
She knew that working alone wasn't ideal, at least not for now. Building a reputation required connections, and being part of a capable team was the fastest way to achieve that.
She started walking deeper into the guild hall, observing the bustling atmosphere around her.
Hunters of different magic elements —were gathered in groups, loudly recruiting new members. Voices echoed through the hall as people shouted over each other.
"Looking for a fire mage! Tier 2 or above!"
"Need a healer! Preferably a summoner!"
"We need a lightning mage—any lightning mage available?!"
Hearing that last one, Lisa raised an eyebrow.
The chaos and noise reminded her less of an organized guild hall and more of a marketplace.
In fact, she couldn't help but think, 'Is this a Hunter's Guild or a fish market?'
The shouts, the bargaining tones, even the occasional arguments—it was far less dignified than she had imagined.
Still, she kept her composure, scanning the different teams with a careful and calculating gaze.
She wasn't going to join just anyone.
Most of the groups were made up of all-male members, and she wasn't foolish enough to involve herself with a bunch of men who couldn't even keep their eyes to themselves.
Then, near one of the large mission boards, she noticed a team that stood out—a group consisting of two females and three males.
They looked reasonably disciplined compared to the others, and from their equipment and posture, she could tell they were at least somewhat competent.
Most importantly, the presence of two other women made her feel slightly more comfortable.
Without any hesitation, Lisa straightened her back and walked toward them confidently, her long red hair swaying behind her and her calm steps drawing attention even amidst the noisy crowd.
As soon as she approached, the group fell silent.
The team's captain, a sturdy man in his late twenties with a rugged face and confident air, froze for a moment when he laid eyes on her.
His words caught in his throat, and when he finally spoke, his voice came out a little shaky.
"Mi–Miss, wh-who might you be?" he asked, clearly caught off guard by her appearance.
Even though he was an Intermediate Mage, his composure had completely crumbled in front of her beauty.
Lisa stopped in front of them and gave a polite smile.
"My name is Lisa. I'm a newly registered Elementary Hunter," she said calmly, her tone professional.
"I heard you were looking for a Lightning mage. Do you still have a spot open?"
The man could only nod dumbly for a moment, clearly still stunned, before one of the female members quickly stepped forward to handle the situation.
She was a young woman with short black hair and a friendly yet sharp gaze.
"Ah, yes! We were indeed looking for one," she said, smiling warmly at Lisa.
"My name is Yi Fei, and this is our leader, Hu Me," she introduced, gesturing to the man who was still trying to regain his composure.
"May I ask again—what's your full name, Miss?"
"Lisa," she said without even a moment of hesitation.
Even though it was merely a nickname given to her by her Lord, that single name carried more weight, more meaning, and more pride than the one her parents had given her at birth.
To her, "Lisa" was not just a name—it was a symbol of rebirth, loyalty, and purpose.
"Miss Lisa," the team leader, Mu He, said after taking a deep breath to steady himself.
"May I… confirm if you truly possess the Lightning element?" he asked carefully, his tone polite but filled with curiosity.
Lisa nodded lightly, raising her right hand before him.
Her slender fingers stretched outward, and in an instant, crackling purple lightning began dancing around her palm.
The electric arcs hissed and sparked in the air, the sharp scent of ozone filling the space.
The display was brief but powerful enough to silence everyone in the vicinity.
"Lightning Element—Novice Tier 3," she declared in a calm yet confident voice that echoed faintly through the hall.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then, gasps of astonishment spread among the group like a wave.
"Tier 3 already?" one of the members muttered in disbelief.
"She's not even in her mid-twenties… incredible," another whispered.
Their expressions said it all—they were completely stunned.
In a small city like Bo City, a Novice Tier 3 Lightning mage was already considered a remarkable talent.
A mage of her level could easily handle True Servant-class monsters alone without needing assistance.
Mu He's lips curled into a wide grin, clearly delighted by this unexpected gain.
"That's amazing! You're more than qualified. You're in," he said enthusiastically, extending his hand toward her.
However, before Lisa could even respond, Mu He suddenly felt something twist painfully on his shoulder.
He flinched and turned his head quickly, only to find Yi Fei, one of his long-time teammates, standing right beside him.
She had an elegant smile on her face—beautiful, composed, almost charming—but her eyes told a completely different story.
That smile might have fooled anyone else, but Mu He knew better.
The icy glint in Yi Fei's gaze silently screamed, 'If you dare stare at her the wrong way, I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life.'
Mu He's smile stiffened.
He instantly looked away from Lisa and forced an awkward laugh, pretending nothing had happened.
Of course, he wasn't stupid—he knew Yi Fei had feelings for him.
She hadn't said it aloud, but her attitude made it painfully obvious.
Still, he sighed internally.
'Go after two women at once? Yeah, right. That's a shortcut to hell.'
Besides, even if he did have such a foolish idea, Lisa was way out of his league.
Her aura, her looks, her presence—everything about her screamed that she was someone extraordinary.
Not to mention, in modern times, expecting women to willingly share a man in some sort of harem fantasy was a dream best left for fairy tales.
As if to punctuate the irony of his thought, somewhere far away, Future Aster sneezed loudly.
And just like that, Lisa officially began her journey as a Hunter—the first step toward carving her name into this chaotic, magical world.
To be continued...
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