Landlord World - Start with SSS talent-Chapter 256: Reaching to Perfect of rank D
[Ding! 15,000 Lord Points successfully consumed. Evolution to Rank D+ has begun.]
"No, continue evolving to the Peak of Rank D."
[Ding! Command confirmed. 25,000 Lord Points successfully consumed. Evolution to the Peak of Rank D has begun.]
[Ding! You have 10,435 Lord Points remaining. Would you like to spend 10,000 Lord Points for a 30% chance to reach Perfect Rank D?]
"Perfect Rank D?" Noan frowned. "Is that a higher level?"
[Ding! Yes. Perfect Rank D is a superior evolution tier, comparable to Rank C+.
Upon reaching this level, your strength from now on will be far greater than that of other Lords or monsters of the same rank.
Additionally, your soldiers and heroes will have a significantly higher chance to awaken special powers.]
"Good! Then evolve me to Perfect Rank D."
[Ding! Request confirmed. 10,000 Lord Points successfully consumed. You now have 435 Lord Points remaining.]
[Ding! Evolution commencing.]
At that moment, Noan felt the cells in his body continuously being renewed.
They were gradually replaced by stronger cells—and those new cells were, in turn, quickly replaced by even more powerful ones.
The process repeated over and over, causing Noan to feel both pain and excitement as his power surged to new heights.
The energy reservoir inside his body also expanded.
BAM!
In that instant, a burst of pressure exploded outward from Noan's body, shattering the layer of ice beneath his feet.
A shockwave rippled out in every direction, like a raging storm sweeping through a 1,000-meter radius.
The ice below cracked apart, revealing the lake beneath.
But Noan now hovered high in the air, fists clenched tightly, savoring the power that had risen to an astonishing level.
Previously, Noan could only teleport distances of 20 to 30 miles at most.
But now, he could easily teleport over 200 miles.
That alone proved just how far he had come.
Noan took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, his gaze turning toward the system panel floating before him.
[Ding! Congratulations. You have successfully evolved to Perfect Rank D.]
[Ding! Congratulations, you have unlocked a new function for the talent 'Almighty Fusion'.]
[Talent – Almighty Fusion (SSS)]
Main Effects:
Soldier Fusion
▸ Combine 3 soldiers of the same Rank → create 1 soldier of a higher Rank
▸ Can be repeated multiple times to create extremely powerful units
▸ From Rank D onward: allows manual Class selection (Warrior, Mage, Assassin...)
'Evolution' Imprint:
When a soldier or hero receives this imprint:
▸ +10% to all personal attributes
▸ The imprint can be passed on to the next generation through fusion
▸ The more units with the imprint, the stronger Noan's overall power becomes
Enhancement & Support:
Surplus materials from fusion can be used to:
▸ Upgrade other soldiers
▸ Strengthen heroes summoned by Noan
▸ Boost stats and unlock hidden potential
Skill Fusion:
Allows you to fuse multiple distinct skills into a high-tier skill
▸ Depends on compatibility, energy, and resources
▸ Can create skills that surpass Rank limits and carry special effects
Item Fusion:
Allows you to fuse three items with similar properties to create an item of higher quality.
…
Noan saw that his talent had gained the additional function of 'Item Fusion', and a satisfied smile formed on his lips.
"Perhaps one day… I'll be able to fuse everything," Noan murmured.
After savoring the joy of evolution, Noan once again teleported back to the room from before.
The 170-mile distance was no longer a challenge for him.
In just a second, he reappeared in Vaelyth's chamber.
At that moment, she was guiding Monica through a few basic spells.
Seeing Noan appear, Vaelyth was startled—she instantly realized that he had become much stronger than before.
Even with just a glance, she could feel a terrifying energy radiating from him, like a towering mountain standing before her.
"M-Master… you…" Vaelyth stammered.
Monica also bowed her head in greeting to Noan, though she didn't quite understand why Vaelyth's expression had suddenly changed so strangely.
Noan cast a glance at Monica, then looked at Vaelyth and nodded. "You may act freely for now. I will assign your next task later."
With that, Noan chose to leave this world.
[Ding! Initiating teleportation back to the 'Singularity Point'. Please prepare.]
Noan wasn't the least bit concerned about being unable to return here.
After all, he had already placed 'Anchor Points' on both Vaelyth and Monica—he could return to this place at any time, as long as he had enough energy crystals.
Moreover, after reaching Perfect Rank D, the number of 'Anchor Points' he could use had increased to 20.
Watching Noan vanish once more, Vaelyth let out a deep breath of relief.
She still didn't know who Noan truly was—but one thing she was sure of... was that this young man was far too dangerous.
Vaelyth looked toward Monica, then said, "Let's continue. We can't afford to be left behind."
…
Noan opened his eyes and realized he had returned to the 'Singularity Point'.
However, this wasn't the entrance to the 'Trial Space', but rather his private chamber within the Territory.
He didn't understand why he had been teleported here, but it wasn't anything serious.
"Ah! So you're back already?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out. Noan didn't even need to look to know it was Isabell.
She was standing at the doorway, arms crossed over her chest, smiling as she spoke.
Noan gave a slight nod. "The mission was fairly simple—less than a day and it was settled.
It's just… I couldn't find your subordinate.
Still, the mission is complete, and everyone was able to leave that space. Perhaps she's already returned to the City."
"Hm?!"
Isabell suddenly smiled—a mysterious yet deeply alluring smile.
"It seems you're mistaken about something."
"You've been gone for nearly five days."
"What?!"
Noan's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at her. "Are you serious?"
"Indeed," Isabell replied with a smile. "As of now, it's been five days and seven hours."
Noan frowned, but he soon realized that time passed differently in the 'Singularity Point' compared to other places.
He wasn't entirely surprised.
He stood up, stretched, and said, "Are you planning to stay here forever?"
Isabell shrugged. "Maybe. This place is quite comfortable, after all. I don't really want to go anywhere else."
"More importantly…"
She suddenly stepped closer to him, raising a slender finger to gently lift Noan's chin, bringing his face to meet hers.
"You're here."
Noan: "..."
He shook his head and said, "I won't be here for long. In four days, I'll head to the 'Chaotic Region'.
You'll be the only one left here."
"Hahaha…" Isabell suddenly laughed. "That's fine too. I'll have more time to decorate this place… while I wait for you to return."
Hearing that, Noan glanced at her, unsure whether she meant what she said or if there was some hidden meaning behind her words—but one thing he was certain of: he didn't believe her.
"You've been staying here for a long time?" Noan asked with a frown.
Isabell tilted her head, trying to recall, then replied, "Almost a month."
"No," Noan shook his head. "I meant… how long have you been in this Singularity Point?"
Upon hearing that, Isabell smiled and answered, "It's been so long I don't even remember. Maybe more than ten years now."
"Ah, so you must know where there's a high concentration of zombies, right?"
Isabell: "..."
"Ah!" she suddenly sighed. "What was I expecting from you anyway?"
Noan: "..."
"What do you mean by that?" Noan asked, confused.
Isabell simply shrugged, then turned and walked away, leaving behind a single sentence: "Find it yourself."
Noan stared at her retreating figure, feeling an odd discomfort in his chest. He couldn't understand what that woman was thinking.
Still, he didn't dwell on it too much. After all, now that he could teleport within a 200-mile range, locating a zombie-infested area would be easy.
Suddenly, Noan had the odd feeling that he had forgotten something important.
But then he tossed that thought aside—if it really were important, he wouldn't have forgotten it.
…
At the Chaotic Region.
"How long do you want me to keep doing this?"
In the 'Hell' that Malrik was building, Elara—the Fourth Elder of the Frankyro Clan—was dragging a massive boulder behind her, her face etched with exhaustion and pain.
Malrik sat atop a swirling orb of blue-green flame formed from countless souls, gazing down at her as he replied:
"Until Master returns and gives you a different task."
Elara: "..."
