I Visualized Myself

A person's ambition is as limitless as the land's productivity.

Loren was not a soul of this world and lacked much of its reverence.

Since he had decided to do something, he wouldn't give up.

After taking a few deep breaths, he suppressed the turmoil in his heart and his mood calmed as before.

Then, he summoned the memories imprinted within his Archdemon Bloodline. In an instant, an Archdemon, three meters tall, with blood-colored wings on its back, two sharp horns on its head, and exuding boundless might, appeared in his mind.

The terrifying aura was like a mountain tens of thousands of meters high collapsing, and its overwhelming presence was something no mortal could resist.

Even with just a phantom, Loren felt as though he were facing a terrifying entity that spanned time and space.

An Archdemon!

Such terrifying pressure.

Loren's mind trembled.

He took a few more breaths to suppress the shock in his heart and began to seriously examine the Archdemon phantom.

This was a pure killing machine. Its body was covered in ferocious barbs, and its fingers were as sharp as daggers. Even the rear guard of a Warrior would be as thin as paper.

A curved barb ran along its spine like a javelin, giving it a ferocious appearance.

Its blood-red eyes held cruelty and a lust for slaughter. Even though it was just a phantom, seeing its eyes still impacted Loren's heart, clearly indicating it possessed some powerful bloodline talent.

If he were to truly face such a terrifying being, he would likely need to mobilize tens of thousands of troops to deal with it.

It was too horrifying.

After a long while, Loren came back to his senses.

A hint of excitement rose within him.

Archdemons were undoubtedly terrifying beings on par with dragons.

His Archdemon Bloodline was still in its beginner stage. It would take time to raise it to Platinum Grade, Transcendent, or even Legendary to unlock its full potential.

Without further hesitation, he began to channel his mental energy to construct the Archdemon's form.

Although he had a reference, and he himself was an Archdemon, the difficulty was still akin to climbing to heaven.

Merely condensing the external form with mental energy was a huge drain, let alone simulating the phantom's imposing aura with mental energy.

He was only Silver Beginner at the moment, and attempting to comprehend such an epic-level being was definitely a hellish difficulty.

After dozens of attempts, he could only barely construct a simple appearance with his mental energy, and his mental energy was greatly depleted.

At the beginning of the construction, even a single arm or a wing would cause the phantom to dissipate.

Each time he failed, he would suffer a backlash, his mind feeling as though it were being pricked by needles.

But Loren was never one to admit defeat. With his tenacious and resolute will, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

But failure did not cease because of this.

Time and time again, success seemed to become a distant, faint hope.

The difficulty of visualizing an Archdemon exceeded his imagination.

Loren eventually became somewhat numb, his face pale, his body's muscles twitching unconsciously from the pain.

But even so, he continued to strive to construct it.

After an unknown number of failures, when his mind was extremely exhausted, he entered a special state.

At this moment, everything around him seemed to slow down.

Then, in this state, he had an epiphany and quietly sketched out a phantom that was completely different from the Archdemon.

He couldn't even see its face clearly; only the two wings indicated the phantom's identity.

However, the completion rate this time was unprecedentedly high.

But the good times didn't last long. After the phantom was constructed, it only lasted for the blink of an eye before dissipating.

And this impact was exceptionally strong. His collapsing mind felt like a hurricane had swept through, instantly causing him extreme pain.

Loren's eyes went black, and he fainted.

After a long while.

Sensing the coldness of his body, Loren slowly opened his eyes in a daze.

Loren turned his head to look around. The dimness of the room did not affect him in the slightest.

Demons possessed natural night vision. Even in darkness, it was as bright as day for them.

The two beams of moonlight outside poured down like mercury, shining through the glass onto the furniture inside, casting long, dim shadows.

The steaming hot water had long since turned cold, and the candles in the room had long since burned out and extinguished.

The depletion of his mental energy felt like a heavy weight had been placed in his mind, making everything around him feel extremely heavy.

Loren gave a wry smile.

"I overestimated myself. I didn't expect that merely constructing an Archdemon phantom would consume all my mental energy."

"No wonder the descendants of the Orchid Family in this generation only meditate on orchids."

"It's not that they don't want to meditate on other things, it's just that they can't."

After awakening his dual bloodlines, his mental power had long since exceeded the limit of Silver Grade. Even Gold Grade beginners might not possess such powerful mental power.

But even so, meditating on an Archdemon caused a huge deficit.

From this, it can be seen that ordinary descendants of the Orchid Family would probably suffer the same fate as him, being utterly drained, just by meditating on a magical beast.

Shred~

Emerging from the water, Loren cleaned himself up, changed into comfortable pajamas, and lay on the bed with a pale face.

The air immediately became quiet. It was then that Loren realized that although his mental power was depleted, the new mental power seemed to have become a little tougher than before.

Although not obvious, he could clearly sense it.

This brought him considerable relief. Fortunately, this self-abusive action yielded significant benefits; otherwise, he would have truly lost his capital.

Lost in thought, Loren slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Loren was awakened by the harsh sunlight streaming into the room.

When he opened his eyes, it was already bright daylight.

He turned his head to look out the window. The orange-red sun was slowly rising, and the morning glow spread across the entire sky, looking quite spectacular.

Loren got up and stretched comfortably.

After a night's rest, the mental power depleted yesterday had fully recovered, and his mental power had also noticeably improved.

His perception of the outside world had become sharper.

Loren sensed for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction.

"In my current state, if I continue to increase at this rate, I'll be able to advance to Silver Intermediate within a week."

After pondering for a moment, he turned and took out a set of black combat attire from the wardrobe, rustling as he put it on.

A moment later, a heroic and extraordinary young man appeared in the room.

He pushed the door open.

Two maids were just arriving outside. Upon seeing Loren already dressed and heading out, their expressions changed. They quickly pulled at their skirts, curtsied slightly, and after straightening up, immediately lowered their heads and said nervously.

"Master Loren, we are very sorry, we are late."

The task of assisting Loren with his clothing should have fallen to a male servant, but since the manor had no male servants, the duty fell to these two maids.

Allowing their master to dress himself was undoubtedly their dereliction of duty.

Loren waved his hand, having no fondness for these tedious noble customs.

"No need to worry. I'm not used to being served while changing. You may go."

Seeing that Loren wasn't going to blame them, the two maids breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, they cast a grateful glance at the handsome young man who made their hearts race, blushed, and turned to leave.

Once downstairs, the two maids immediately became bolder and started chattering.

"Master Loren is truly kind, he didn't punish us."

"We are so lucky to be able to serve such a handsome noble as Master Loren. Anna, wouldn't it be wonderful if Master fancied me?"

"Doma, stop dreaming."

"Hmph, I don't believe you haven't thought the same. The way you were looking at Master just now, you looked like you could drip water."

"I did not."

"What are you two discussing? Is the kitchen work finished?" At the turn of the staircase, a stern voice made the two maids freeze.

"Butler Bohr."

Bohr, with his white hair, had the standard elegance and seriousness of a noble butler.

Seeing the pitiful look on the girls' faces, his expression softened.

"Don't gossip about Master behind his back again. If I hear it again, I won't hesitate to punish you next time."

"Thank you for your mercy, Butler Bohr. We won't do it again."

The two caught maids quickly expressed their thanks, then scurried down the stairs.

Once Bohr was out of sight, they exchanged glances, and then the two nervous girls suddenly let out a giggle and burst into laughter.