Family Amulet

Family Amulet The Olyvendi Family Amulet was a pendant shaped like an Icy Wind Crystal Bird. Its main body was forged from Eternal Secret Gold and Void Cold Crystal, standard equipment for every direct descendant of the Head of Olyvendi Family—a solid ninth-rank, unrestricted orange accessory.

Its body bore a permanently enchanted Mind Sealing Art personally cast by a ninth-rank limit expert. It could grant immunity to all mind-reading, mental control, and mindscape-type spells below the ninth-rank limit, while also warning its wearer.

Its three tail feathers were respectively imbued with High-Level Curse Resistance, High-Level Teleportation, and Olvasa's Force Field Wall.

But those were not the most crucial parts. The amulet possessed one ultimate, fundamental ability—the final safeguard afforded to him as a direct descendant of the Olyvendi Family.

Anvis still remembered Duke Carlot's solemn words at the time.

"Do you see the gemstone in the crystal bird's eye? Inject magical power into it, and I will immediately descend across space based on the crystal's location!

"This form of teleportation is equivalent to the fixed-point teleportation of a Teleportation Array and can ignore most spatial blockades."

"Remember, if you ever face a true emergency, do not hesitate. Call for help immediately!"

Seriously, beat up the little one and the old one comes running.

"Forgive me for asking, but are you male or female?"

No longer dwelling on irrelevant thoughts, Anvis looked at the pigeon.

"You must understand, coo, that although coo looks like a 'pigeon,' its essence is completely different, coo—"

The pigeon spoke solemnly. Though no expression could be seen on its pigeon face, Anvis somehow felt that it was very serious when saying this.

"You may consider coo a special mysterious phenomenon. Likewise, coo has no so-called 'gender,' coo—"

In the lavish room suffused with the faint fragrance of Peaceful Spirit Wood, the handsome, pale noble youth and the large white pigeon stared wide-eyed at each other.

"Then, what is your purpose?"

"Coo also wants to ask, why did you summon coo?"

"That was merely an accident. I had no idea something like this would happen."

"Does an accident mean you don't have to take responsibility, coo?"

Anvis choked, finding himself somewhat at a loss for words.

"Then how do you want me to take responsibility?"

"According to the rules, from the moment you summoned coo out of the dark side of the Sea of Origin, the contract was already established, coo. Whenever you need help, you may summon coo, coo—"

"And every time you summon coo, you need to..."

As it spoke, the pigeon paused, spreading its wings before its eyes as if looking at something.

"...you need nothing at all, coo! You have already paid the price in advance, coo! Before the seventh dimension of the Sea of Origin collapses into an illusion, before the first Dream Butterfly breaks out of its cocoon and pupates for the 114213th time, you may summon coo as you please—"

I've already paid the price? Slightly startled, Anvis raised an eyebrow, his azure eyes studying the pigeon.

"Can you tell me what the price was?"

"That is a secret, coo—"

The pigeon waved a wing, indicating that it would not say.

Anvis was somewhat puzzled, but he recalled the pigeon's self-introduction: a portion of the low-dimensional observable perspective of the shadow of the surface world belonging to the transdimensional lifeform Carnwoda.

From a transdimensional lifeform's perspective on a low-dimensional timeline, the one who paid this price was most likely not his "present" self.

"Then, what can you help me do?"

Anvis looked at the pigeon and asked tentatively.

"Can you help me fight?"

"Coo cannot be affected by attacks from this dimension, nor can coo affect the matter of this dimension, coo—"

"Can you help me deliver letters?"

"Yes, as long as you can hand the letter to coo, coo—"

"Can you help me scout out information?"

"Yes, as long as you can understand coo's descriptions, coo—"

"Then what use are you at all?!"

"That is something you need to think about, coo!"

Looking at the proud, smug pigeon before him, Anvis's eyelid could not help twitching.

Seeing that the noble youth before it had nothing more to say, the pigeon waved its wing.

"If there is nothing else, coo will leave, coo. When you need coo, you may call for coo in your heart!"

Having said that, without waiting for Anvis to reply, the pigeon flapped its wings and flew through the wall.

After thinking for a moment, Anvis tried calling for the pigeon in his heart.

"What is it, coo?"

The white pigeon's head emerged from the shadow cast by the desk lamp. Its red-black eyes, devoid of any reflection, stared at Anvis's face, creating an inexplicably eerie scene.

"Nothing... I was merely testing the effect of calling you."

Anvis felt a little creeped out under the pigeon head's stare. His expression twitched as he spoke.

"Then, goodbye, coo!"

The pigeon's head withdrew back into the shadows.

After staring blankly for a while, Anvis shrugged helplessly. He composed himself, sat cross-legged in his usual spot, held the Old Days Secret Scripture in his hands, and gradually sank into meditation.

When he kept it close to his body while meditating, faint, strange whispers seemed to echo from the depths of his mind.

His Spiritual Power increased somewhat more slowly than normal, but the quality of that growing Spiritual Power improved noticeably. This was something he had discovered by accident.

Void.

Endless, boundless void, like a cold expanse of deep space without stars.

Yet deep within that void, a mass of chaotic mist churned and swirled.

Anvis's consciousness floated in that space, quietly sensing the Mana gathering around him, sensing his Spiritual Power gradually growing stronger under Mana's encircling refinement.

His mist-like Spiritual Power surged according to a certain rhythm like the tide, slowly extending into the distance of the Sea of Spirit. Yet all its edges touched was more void.

Every night he practiced the Meditation Technique, Anvis experienced a similar scene. But today, something seemed different.

When the surging mist of Spiritual Power expanded deeper into the Sea of Spirit once more, just as it had hundreds and thousands of times before, its edge suddenly encountered some wondrous obstruction.

Like real fog striking a wall, it could only curl back helplessly, and its momentum of growth came to a halt.

"So I've finally reached the limit..."

Anvis silently sensed that strange boundary, unable to keep himself from feeling emotional.

"Then it's time to prepare for advancement."

Time was always strange. In the brief daze of the Observer, the entire world had already changed greatly.

At present, about half a month had passed since he obtained the Old Days Secret Scripture.

The elf player with the ID Last Dragonborn had already been tossed into a merchant caravan. The whole package—subsequent discipline, training, and unpaid labor—had been arranged for him perfectly.

There was a dedicated beta feedback section on the player interface, where beta players could exchange game information and report issues.

With the help of several posts in the feedback section, Anvis finally gained some understanding of player activity in the "real" world.

At the same time, he learned just how outrageous Last Dragonborn could be.

In an extremely serious and heated tone, that guy reported a bug to the developers: character creation did not allow players to change gender.

He even threatened that if they failed to fix it, then once the game was released, he would make ten alternate accounts and use them to crowdfund a rating, bringing its original ten-star score down...

If you really don't want to read the castle-related parts, please skip directly to Chapter 48. (They're actually all related to the main plot, but people keep saying Pigeon writes too slowly, so Pigeon decided to point it out in advance.)