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Samurai, one of the twelve most powerful soldiers in the world, just below the arch's.

There are only 3 ranks of Samurai's, Newbie Samurai, Expert Samurai, and Unrivaled [Special] Samurai.

Newbie Samurai's carry of missions and divert information to the king of the kingdom, and protect the people, and once in a full scale war, they charge mercilessly to the enemy.

Experienced Samurai's are powerful Samurai's who are very Talented, they have won mostly every achievements and battles throughout their lives, and only a few expert Samurai's have been dying over the years, they are famous for lurking in the shadows at night, they come jumping off roofs to inspect that everything is going on smoothly through the kingdom.

Unrivaled, or called Special Samurai's are Samurai's that nobody ever messes with, their quick thinking, precised, fierce, merciless, and fast, no one has ever defeated a Special Samurai for the past eight years, and there are only Five Special Samurai's in the Kingdom as of now.

A Calendar sticked into a building– that says 'Year 1642' and Mæy (Mey) 6.

"Within 2 months, a calamity will break out."

A Sticked Paper, a note just below the calendar, a warning, but nobody ever cared about it.

[...]

After rehabilitating Ariella for a week, she had gotten better then ever, thanks to a expert therapist who just cured her trauma.

While Arin, who was just leveling up by himself without any problems, becoming terrifyingly powerful once compared with true beasts of the dungeons.

"System, open status."

{} {} {}

{Name- Arin Valtor}

{HP- 8500/8500}

{MP- 9500/9500}

{Level- 185}

{Rank- O}

{Sp- 236/400}

{Occupation- None}

{SON OF SHADOWS}

• Stats •

{Strength- 545 (+5)}

{Agility- 540 (+5)}

{IQ- 210}

{Speed- 520}

{Defense- 530}

• Abilities/Skills •

{Sanguine Pyrokinesis - Lv. 50}

{Converter/Convert - Lv. 40}

{Flick - Lv. 38}

{Immunity - Lv. 12}

{Ravager Sanguine - Lv. 7}

{Fatality - Lv. 4}

{Deflect - Lv. 13}

{Self-Regeneration - Lv. 20}

{Mana Regeneration - Lv. 20}

{Extract - Lv. 14}

<1/10000 chance for Critical Hit>

• Current Status •

{Breathing}

{Happy}

{} {} {}

"Hm... So far so good, i might need to reach level 250."

He sighed softly and closes the system.

"Well, i guess it can't be helped. I'll first have to gather information, i have a eerie feeling."

He walked outside on the roads of the town, with his hands on his pockets, resting there comfortably.

Then, he was unexpectedly surrounded by demon assassins, pointing their blades at him with bloodlust Intent.

"...Gosh."

They all charged at him at once, with being experienced thanks to the dungeons that the system has missioned him to complete earlier.

He scratched his head aggressively.

"Man!, this is annoying!"

He grabbed an assassin's leg and made it spin like a beyblade, knocking out every single one of them as he continued the use their ally.

Now knowing that he was useless, he just threw him in a trashcan with precision, aimed at the hole – he was still breathing despite that insane speed that can blow your brains off.

Afterwards, they started to multiply, probably a clone technique, Arin hinted this as useful for the sake of him to level up more.

"I don't need my dagger, my sword, nor my longsword."

A beam of crimson fire erupted on his fist.

"Because... I have the Sanguine Art!"

He swiftly dodged every single clones in the area using his flexibility and agility at the same time, his main goal as to eradicate and engulf the power of the assassin who is continuously spawning clones one by one without his mana draining.

When he finally found the target, he didn't hesitate to claw his fists, and stab it through his chest.

"System!, extract!"

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{Extracting the skill 'Real Clones'...}

{Success}

{} {} {}

Then he finished the assassin off with blowing him sky high, with speeds equalizing the speed of sound.

All of the assassins we're shocked and aghasted by this, so they ran because of fear they felt towards Arin.

In other people's mind, Arin is handsome, determined, strong, resilient and diligent, but to the enemy's eye after fighting him and being unsuccessful, he was a new threat, a demon, a catastrophe, and the havoc of all evil.

Both respected him and despise him.

They knew Arin kept getting stronger and stronger evey as one week passes by, he was no ordinary human or a person, he knew where he belongs.

Over just a month living in the town of kent, he had memorized every districts, every alleyways, every houses, and every aspects of the town itself.

Boredom came kicking in like a soccer ball, Arin was getting bored after knowing surprisingly everything in the town for just 1 month.

He finally broke the silence in the room, while Ariella was cleaning the dishes with Fania cooking something delicious.

"So... I'm getting bored really fast... Anything fun?"

Fania spoke while stirring the pan.

"It seems that you're getting gloomy isn't it?"

Arin sighed deeply.

"Yeah... Im getting bored staying here, i wanna go out... I mean... To the outside world."

Suddenly, a scoff was heard in Arin's back, he instinctively looked behind him in caution.

"Who are you?!"

A Man, same age as Arin, but a little youthful and elegant, having cyan colored hair, that has strands and bangs, and a particularly well-rounded white eye, along with that, his arms crossed between his chest.

'I... Didn't sense him when he came!...'

He scoffed the second time, his arms stopped crossing when he started to approach Arin.

Then, he kneeled to him, surprising Fania and Ariella at the same time, with Arin also.

"Allow me to introduce myself your majesty."

He puts a palm in his chest, deeply respecting him fully, his eyes filled with loyalism, his voice fulled with grace.

"My name is Aether Volt. I am pleased to be in your presence my Lord."

Arin cleared his throat and started to speak up to him, but with a calm and respectful demeanor like his, maintaining equalisation.

"Well then... This is awkward for you to suddenly show up in the blue like that."

He gave a straightforward answer.

"Sorry, your Majesty. I have came to serve you with my both hands ready, and intact for your orders."

Arin lifted his head up swiftly.

"I see, then."

He putted a hand on his jawline, supporting his head fully, with his elbow resting on the table comfortably, his legs crossed as if he was apart of the 7 nobilities.

"Anything... You can order me anything..."

He pauses for a second before putting all his life in the line.

"Even if it means my death, i'll follow it."

...The greatest one-sword handler, is on Arin's hands!