Skill Transfusion— !

An hour ago,

With his newfound skill of Skill Transfusion, Albrecht decided to fuse a couple of his skills since there were a lot of them. Of course, he carefully deliberation as to which skills should be combined. With the System's knowledge from the other Albrechts in another dimension, he was able to procure a long list of skills that could be transfused.

He had no idea whether the list was complete or not, but there were hundreds upon thousands of them. Albrecht just chose the best combination out of all the skills he had.

[Heaven Defying Fusion (Unique, Exceed F-Rank)— A skill acquired after fusing Forceful Item Combination and Skill Transfusion. Increases the chance of a successful skill fusion by 50%, and increases the chance of a successful item fusion by 80%. 65% increase in fusing an item and a skill. Allows 'unfuse-able' skills or items to be fuse-able no matter the cost, requirement, or negative effects.]

[Moonlight Dance of the Sunsword (Unique, Exceed F-Rank)— A skill acquired after combining the Moonlight Swordstyle and Sunspot Swordstyle skills. Understanding of the sword is increase by 700%. Agility, Speed, and Movement Speed increase by 300%. Allows the user to copy any swordstyle.]

For now, Albrecht just decided on two skills since these were the only ones he could fuse without regretting it. Adding to that, he also needed to acquire a couple more skills in order to upgrade some of the already-powerful skills he already had.

Thanks to the contributions of the other Albrechts in other dimensions, Albrecht was able to get a full list of skills he wanted to obtain. He could also upgrade some of his skills to get them to the next level, which was crazy considering that some of his skills were already Unique Skills and S-Ranks.

"For now, I have to hunt for more skills. Thanks to the 'Akashic Records of Space and Time', the 'System', and the 'Coin of One and Zero', I get to copy skills from others. I should be careful which skills to copy though. Just copy the ones I like and need."

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Back to the present,

"It's the quack. You finally arrived, huh," Hrjinn's brows twitched as he felt a severe bout of annoyance upon seeing the face of the familiar quack doctor from the Stillwater Tribe.

Hrjinn had been looking forward to killing the quack doctor who so happened to cure the queen's illness. He knew all too well that the Andranaka Poison didn't have any cure, and yet the queen recovered after seeing the quack.

It was most certainly suspicious. And even though there was no merit in killing the quack doctor, he just wanted to do it since he was already caught anyways. There's no harm in bringing one or two more people down with him before he was inevitably captured.

Activating his innate bloodline as a Frost Elf, Hrjinn used his ice magic to completely cut off Albrecht's escape routes. Then a strong blizzard surrounded the area while he wielded an ice bow. It looked just like Drujinn's Frost Bow made from an Eversnow Crystal, but Albrecht knew otherwise— it was actually a level below Drujinn's bow.

"Ha ha! Experience the might of a Frost Elf!" Hrjinn exclaimed.

Now, every person in the vicinity already knew that Albercht's level was significantly lower than Hrjinn's. That's why the majority of the Frost Elves already assumed that he would lose in a most disgraceful manner.

However, what they don't know was that Albrecht was completely immune to the cold. In fact, the cold actually buffs him.

'For some odd reason, I always encounter opponents with the power of ice.' Albrecht said to himself as he seamlessly dodged the ice arrows fired at him.

Thanks to his skill 'Song of Winter', the cold granted him a drastic increase in movement speed, and it kept on stacking the lower the temperature got. He also had complete immunity to the cold thanks to this skill— the only downside being, he had to keep the skill activated all throughout the match.

"Mother!" Someone exclaimed from afar as Cecilia Frost rushed towards the scene. While she was more than elated to see her mother alive and well, she couldn't believe that her uncle was blatantly attacking the queen's subordinates.

"Eh?! Isn't that... Albrecht Stillwater?" Cecilia trailed off before turning to her mom. "Mom, you have to intervene! He's going to die at this rate!"

Before Helena Frost could say anything, however, Drujinn stepped forward, blocking the two of them so they wouldn't interfere. "That's where you're wrong, Cecilia. You might not expect this... but it's game over for our uncle."

As if on cue, the blizzard cleared up, and everyone saw that Hrjinn was already on his knees. No one knew what happened, but both of Hrjinn's arms were cut off, and his frost bow was on the ground, along with both his arms which were lying limply, dismembered.

"What just happened?" Helena asked. She was just as surprised as Cecilia when she saw that Albrecht proved to be superior to Hrjinn, who was actually considered to be one of the strongest in the Frost Elf Tribe.

In fact, he was only slightly inferior to Helena Frost, that's how powerful Hrjinn was.

"I told you," Drujinn smugly puffed his chest as the battle came to an end.

Losing their morale, Hrjinn's subordinates were inevitably brought down, and Hrjinn was captured. With the appearance of Albrecht, the power struggle between the queen and the uncle had come to an end.

"It's your fault! I should be the one to claim the throne! And yet my younger brother inherited it! Isn't that unfair? Then he died, and now you're telling me that the queen gets to sit on that throne?! Don't mess with me, that should be me in your place!" Hrjinn gritted his teeth.

"Then claim it then! Do you think I assume the position of the queen just because I feel like it?" Helena stepped forward, crossing her arms as she exerted pressure in front of the kneeling Hrjinn.

He was already handcuffed so there was nothing she could do regarding the situation.

"You get to sit on your high horse acting as the king, right? Did you enjoy it? Then go sit on that throne then. You're not even up to the task." Helena berated her husband's older brother before she turned around.

Helena already gave Hrjinn a chance to speak up. But after recalling everything that's happened for the past couple of days, he figured that he really wasn't up to the task. There was no way he could rule over the Frost Elf tribe as properly as Helena.

Without saying another word, Hrjinn let the queen's subordinates drag him away while he wore a dejected expression on his face. It was his loss, there was no doubt about it.