Chapter 139: One move behind, surrounded at the clock tower

The clock tower was already in sight, and Little Weir charged up the street in one go.

The interior layout had barely changed; there was still nearly half of the dried fish left, and only one and a half barrels of sweet fresh water.

The juvenile Night Lynx was not here, so it seemed it hadn’t moved in after he left; it must still return to its old den during the day.

Since he had decided to make this his stronghold, he naturally had to prepare it well.

After roughly restoring the previous layout and adding some mechanisms and traps, Little Weir began his work as a porter, moving magic rune equipment, fine wine, fruit, and high-grade magical beast hides and sinews.

Additionally, Little Weir had some arrows forged at a nearby blacksmith’s shop.

When he got tired from working, Little Weir would actively seek out skeletons and zombies hidden in the shadows to practice with.

With the help of excellent magic rune armor and weapons, he always emerged victorious, and after each battle, Little Weir could vaguely feel his strength improving slightly.

As night fell, Little Weir, not daring to court death further, hid in the clock tower, observing his surroundings from a high vantage point using his clairvoyance (clairvoyance).

Nocturnal animals began their foraging activities.

Through his clairvoyance, Little Weir saw the shadows of more than one Night Lynx and Hellhound; though fleeting, they were truly there.

“What a realistic scene!”

Little Weir couldn’t help but marvel at the power of the God of Wisdom, who could mimic the behavior of so many monsters so vividly, as if they were supposed to act this way and always had.

He wondered what that juvenile Night Lynx was doing now.

From the traces inside the clock tower, it should have been a frequent visitor here.

Would it come tonight?

Would the reunion be with the illusory Night Lynx, or the one he had encountered before?

“Meow~” Suddenly, a slightly familiar cry sounded not far away, accompanied by a black blur that rapidly approached.

The clock tower had been re-arranged, leaving only a small gap.

A pitch-black head tried hard to squeeze in but found it impossible, letting out an annoyed purr and scratching fiercely at the wall with sharp claws.

“Meow, awoo~” Sharp cries sounded from ahead, and Little Weir actually detected a hint of familiarity, urgency, and excitement.

“Little Lynx?”

Little Weir’s voice trembled slightly.

This fellow actually remembered him all this time?

He opened a passable entrance in the partition, and a black figure flashed in, tackling him to the ground, its pink tongue licking his face.

“Alright, alright, you haven’t changed a bit!”

“No, you’ve become even more enthusiastic.”

Little Weir vigorously rubbed the Night Lynx’s head, sighing in his heart at how unbelievably realistic this Soul Battlefield was.

The Little Lynx’s reaction was simply divine, as if it had appeared alive before him.

Seeing his clothes torn to shreds but his skin completely unharmed, he knew of its longing for him and its resentment after their separation.

“Little fellow, my current strength is still insufficient; I can’t bring you out yet.

When I become an official wizard or advance to a Great Knight, I will definitely find a way to keep you by my side.

Don’t worry, it won’t be long!”

After awakening his bloodline, Little Weir found that improving his physical strength didn’t seem so difficult, and he had also obtained the Human Emperor’s cultivation method for assimilating other bloodlines.

Each assimilation brought an increase in strength; whether it was significant depended on the level and concentration of the bloodline integrated into his body.

Due to the Bloodline Earl’s excessive use of blood essence, he had too many messy (miscellaneous) bloodlines that could be assimilated and fused.

Once all of them were assimilated and fused, his strength would probably reach the Great Knight level.

“What?”

“You’re saying to go find the Bloodline Earl again for more blood essence?”

“Heh heh, buddy, you’re thinking too much.

Blood essence before bloodline awakening does indeed increase the number and concentration of bloodlines.

However, once awakened, its effect is greatly diminished, and it may even cause conflict.

Even with the Human Emperor’s “Human Race Bloodline Evolution Art,” it’s not suitable to use it too frequently to assimilate and fuse external bloodlines after bloodline awakening, as the cultivation method Little Weir possesses is only the initial part.”

On the outskirts of the city ruins, a young man wearing a devil mask, armed with a longsword and clad in armor, moved left and right, leaning against a stone wall that had stood firm for a thousand years.

Each swing of his sword brought down a skeleton.

His swordsmanship was simple and clear, yet terrifyingly precise, without much flashiness.

His speed didn’t seem very fast, yet he could achieve a one-hit kill.

“Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, thirty-six!”

The devil-masked youth slew the last skeleton, and the longsword in his hand finally couldn’t bear it, showing faint nicks.

This was a magic rune longsword; how could it be damaged by mere skeletons?

“The skeletons in this area are finally cleared; all that’s left are the zombies.”

The devil-masked youth casually tossed aside the damaged magic longsword, then drew a brand new longsword from his back, its quality comparable to the previous magic rune longsword.

“This body is really weak.

To be able to exert this much strength is already close to its limit.

In three more days, I should be able to fully adapt and unlock all the potential of this body.”

“Awoo~” Suddenly, a long howl sounded in the distance, steadily approaching.

The devil-masked youth pushed off the ground, executing an incredible backflip over the five- or six-meter high stone wall behind him, and rapidly moved forward at an astonishing speed, disappearing in a flash.

The flow of time in the Soul Battlefield was vastly different from the outside world; a year here might be only a day, a month, or even just an hour or a minute outside.

Little Weir felt his physical condition slowly improving.

He could practice the Intermediate Tendon and Bone Forging Method five to seven times a day, and after each session, he could feel a slight improvement.

His time with the Little Lynx was very enjoyable; it seemed that after experiencing a separation, the Little Lynx became even more affectionate towards him.

At night, it would take Little Weir hunting—actually, Little Weir used the opportunity of hunting with the Little Lynx to train his skills.

During the day, it no longer returned to its old den and lived with Little Weir.

With the Little Lynx, the local expert, Little Weir discovered that the Another dimension (alternate dimension) was not as desolate as he had imagined.

There were many fish in the underground river, but since very few animals could wade, they were rarely hunted.

Entering the underground river from an ancient well, he easily caught over a dozen large fish, each half a meter long, with the longest exceeding a meter.

He didn’t know how long they had lived; their aura was very pure and natural.

The Little Lynx seemed to be very fond of fish.

Little Weir made some roasted fish, but accidentally attracted two adult Night Lynxes and a Hellhound, which scared him so much that he immediately dropped the roasted fish and fled with the Little Lynx.

Finally, he managed to find a sturdy secret room and made new cooked food for the Little Lynx inside, which finally appeased its dissatisfaction.

With the Little Lynx’s companionship and help, Little Weir’s life in the alternate dimension was not dull, and hunting became much simpler.

As long as he didn’t provoke monsters stronger than the Little Lynx, he was generally quite safe.

More often, Little Weir was setting up battlefields, battlefields that would allow him to perform his best.

The entire clock tower was largely occupied by his mechanisms and traps, making the Little Lynx afraid to run around freely.

From the blacksmith’s shop, he found two dwarf craftsman’s forging journals.

Little Weir learned some dwarven forging techniques from them and spent a little time each day crafting the tools he needed.

He didn’t know if it was because this was the Soul Battlefield, but Little Weir felt his practical ability for mastered knowledge was superb; he even forged iron in a respectable manner, and making mechanical tools was incredibly skilled.

However, because he currently had no extraordinary power and didn’t know how the potions used for enchanting were refined, he really wanted to try forging magic rune weapons.

Even if he couldn’t forge them, Little Weir still learned this part of the knowledge.

Days passed, but Little Weir never found any trace of the devil youth, nor did he receive a prompt from the proxy elf that the battle had ended.

This made Little Weir slightly uneasy.

This battle restricted extraordinary power, his physical condition was improving daily, and he had the Little Lynx by his side; theoretically, he shouldn’t lose.

But for some reason, he had a strange feeling of unease.

It seemed something wasn’t clear.

What could it be?

Days passed, and Little Weir felt his strength increasing day by day, but the feeling of unease also grew stronger day by day.

It wasn’t until the tenth day that he suddenly discovered groups of skeletons and zombies, along with two Hellhounds, outside the clock tower, and realized his miscalculation.

He had been wrong from the very beginning.

The alternate dimension was full of dangers, harboring countless monsters.

These monsters were enemies, but why couldn’t they also be helpers?

Wasn’t the juvenile Night Lynx his helper?

His choice of stronghold from the beginning was destined to make him a target, becoming the visible party in the conflict between friend and foe, while the devil youth remained hidden in the shadows.

How had he been exposed?

He didn’t know, but looking back, if one looked for the best place to observe, there would always be a reward.

The clock tower was simply too conspicuous.

Apart from the perilous main hall, this was the best observation point.

Anyone with a slightly clever mind could probably figure it out.

He had been too careless.

Perhaps he had vaguely felt it, but his blind self-confidence had always clouded his judgment, making him believe that daily strength improvements combined with the Little Lynx’s help would allow him to rest easy.

He hadn’t expected the result of blind arrogance to be this?

Heh heh, this devil really taught him a lesson.

A good defender hides beneath the nine earths, and a cunning rabbit has three burrows, yet he had prematurely placed himself in a dead end, believing that a sturdy fortress could withstand everything, forgetting that there is no impregnable castle in the world.

Especially in this world, there were many strange extraordinary abilities.

He imagined that the great battle after nightfall would attract many ghosts, vengeful spirits, and even Night Lynxes and more Hellhounds.