Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 158 - : PATCH UPDATE
"I guess we can never really escape our fate, can we? Being daughters of the family head, our fate was sealed from the beginning," Jane muttered.
"Mine isn't," Kate broke the silence she had intended to keep. "He will come for me. I believe it."
"Who? I heard he's a supernatural too, but I doubt he can compete against Father. You know how monstrous he can be when he decides to kill someone."
"Yes, but still, I have faith in him. I've seen what he can do," Kate said, firmly believing Greg would rescue her.
"Shadow, the master requests your presence," an assassin appeared stealthily behind Kate and Jane, though both ladies were already aware of his presence. Kate simply nodded at the assassin's words.
"You called for me?" Kate asked, standing before a man she hated with every fiber of her being. He sat comfortably, exuding authority she despised.
"Indeed. But I don't remember training you to act so defiantly before me. You were trained to show respect when standing before the house master," the man said slowly.
Kate unwillingly fell to her knees, a dagger piercing her leg. She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain that shot through her body.
"I have a task for you. The man—Greg, was it?—he has my attention. I want him under my house. See to it that you convince him to join us," the man commanded.
"Give up. I'm no longer working for you. I do not answer to you," Kate replied coldly.
"Those defiant, unwilling eyes... just like your mother's. Be cautious, or you might die just like her," the man warned.
"You!!" Kate shouted, furious beyond words.
"Or else what?" The family head appeared behind her as if emerging from her very shadow. A sudden blow struck her down.
Kate gasped, sprawling on the ground, the impact knocking the air out of her lungs.
"This will be your last warning. Behave—or I will make you," the man said, his voice devoid of even a shred of warmth, like he was speaking to a stranger, not his daughter.
"What is it?" he asked curtly, as an assassin appeared from his shadows, kneeling.
"My Lord, you have a guest."
"I'm aware. I will see him soon."
"Yes, my Lord," the assassin said before disappearing into the shadows once more.
"We will continue from where we left off, Kate," the man said, walking out of the room.
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"Merlin, what are you doing here? I don't recall ever having an appointment with you," Sabbah said.
"That's because there isn't one. But we have pressing issues to discuss. You are the last family head needed for the meeting," Merlin, the family head of the mage family, said to Sabbah, head of the assassin family.
"Very well, then. Let's be on our way," Sabbah said, approaching Merlin until they were within physical reach. The ring on Merlin's index finger glowed, enveloping them in light. The next moment, they were gone—teleported to another location.
"Sabbah, you're finally here. We can start the meeting now," Lancelot, head of the spear family, called out.
Sabbah walked slowly to his seat among the others already gathered.
"Now, let's begin," Rothschild Lewiston, the head of the Rothschild family, said, beginning the meeting. "The actions of one man are destroying the work we have spent generations building. How should we resolve this situation?"
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The 24-hour system update finally elapsed, allowing players to log back into the game.
[Welcome players! The patch update has been completed.]
[Real-life money can now be exchanged for game coins and spent within the game.]
[The difficulty level of the game has been increased, with higher-level monsters now populating the hunting grounds.]
[Penalty for death in the game has been increased. Players who die will now lose one-tenth of the items in their inventory, along with a large amount of EXP.]
[The first quarter of the newbie period for your world has officially ended. In eight months, your world will be eligible to participate in the Universal League.]
[There is one month left before the official descent of the Apocalypse. Players are advised to grow stronger as quickly as possible. Good luck!]
The new system update was met with a mix of cheers and boos—but ultimately, the boos outweighed the cheers. The increased difficulty was not a welcome change for most players. The last two notifications especially left many players confused, with only a few truly understanding what the system meant.
[Welcome, player Nemesis.]
[Noticing a discrepancy between your real-life stats and gaming avatar.]
[Synchronizing.]
[Your stats have been updated.]
[You have awakened the Bloodline: Sin of Wrath.]
[You have unlocked the skill: Honing Arrow.]
[You have unlocked the skill: Arrow Materialization.]
[You have unlocked the skill...]
[Your will manifestation has grown stronger after devouring the will manifestation of the Apostle of the Sin of Wrath.]
[Your inner world has expanded.]
[You have awakened the Ex-rank talent: 100% Hit Rate.]
"Huh?" Greg blinked, confused, unable to comprehend what was happening. "What's happening?" he asked himself aloud.
He recalled stripping Kyle of all his power inside the inner world, but he hadn't known anything about gaining those powers. Unless...
His heart skipped a beat as realization struck. Could it be his concept intervened?
The realization left Greg deeply suspicious of his mysterious, unknown-rank death talent. It was doing too much—far beyond what a simple "death" ability should be capable of.
"What exactly is my death talent?" Greg asked himself, determined to uncover the truth when the opportunity presented itself.
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"We've finally arrived in the wilderness. Ugh, the repulsive feeling of this place. I don't want to stay here long—or I might snap and just kill all of these low-lives," Ygrit said, glancing coldly at the weary Gendry.
Gendry had aged faster than one would expect. The constant unease—the feeling of walking on eggshells—had taken its toll on him. In just the one week it took to reach the wilderness, half of the mixed demon races had lost their lives to Ygrit's brutal rage.
"Now, where is my dragon in this... Urgh," Ygrit groaned, falling to his knees.
A sharp weakness struck him. He felt it clearly—his bloodline weakened, severed from its main source. His growth was stunted; any dreams of growing stronger disappeared like smoke.
"What the hell is happening?!" he roared in fury.
But then he froze. "Hmm? Is that...?"
Ygrit's expression changed. He could feel his bloodline source again, but it was different—familiar, yet foreign at the same time.
