Storm Lord

Ian is only 17 years old. With the Fate Card, his Spirituality is stable, and his progress is rapid. He won't lack lifespan for a while.

Besides, Transcendants aren't invincible, especially in naval warfare, where warships play a far greater role than individuals.

Therefore, he decided to give this drop of Life Water to Wawa.

"Wawa, open your mouth!"

Wawa's confused little eyes instantly filled with surprise as a drop of golden-red liquid, emitting strange fluctuations, floated gently towards it.

It reacted instantly, opening its mouth wide and swallowing the liquid.

"Wawa..."

There were no violent reactions. After conveying a "comfortable" thought through its Spirituality, Wawa immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Ian looked down at the pendant on his neck. The water droplet inside was now empty.

A sense of loss washed over Ian as the Life Water disappeared.

Ian felt that his Spirituality world was terrifyingly stable. Otherwise, the intense desire upon seeing the Life Water could have twisted anyone's Spirituality.

It seemed the more precious the treasure, the more dangerous it was.

Ian sank back into his Spirituality world, entering a state of deep meditation to calm his turbulent emotions.

A sense of danger, sharp and stinging, transmitted from Ian's Spirituality.

His Spirituality instantly shifted from calm to boiling. Mana surged outwards, his body tensed, and his blood felt like ignited flames, racing rapidly within him.

All the energy within Ian's body seemed to be forcibly awakened in an instant. The light of Spirituality appeared on his skin, and Emergency Guard activated at a speed far exceeding anything before. His body was pulled away from his original position with incredible speed.

Almost the moment he moved, a powerful pillar of storm shattered the door and, with undiminished momentum, struck where he had been standing.

"Boom—"

The slightly worn floor instantly cracked. The shattered storm pillar created a gale in the confined space, scattering all the items in the room haphazardly.

The violent shockwave pushed Ian and the sleeping Wawa against the wall, pinning them tightly.

"Not a bad reaction. I love the struggle of prey before death. The more you struggle, the more excited I get, haha..."

Accompanied by a gust of wind pouring in from the doorway, a small figure holding a staff appeared in the room.

He wore a silver-blue robe, had brown hair and blue eyes, and was enveloped in swirling storms. Every movement was guided by the wind.

Haistorm had deliberately waited a day, investigating Ian's background before making his move.

"It's you—"

Ian recognized him – the Transcendant who had tried to forcibly buy Wawa at the Bounty Hunter Guild.

Seeing the storms swirling around him and feeling a strong pressure from his Spirituality, he was likely a Sequence 7 storm-type Transcendant.

The tower was a gathering place for storms, and Haistorm could control them. It was indeed difficult for Ian to detect his sneak attack immediately.

"You can actually withstand it? You truly are a genius. Many people are already at their limit just facing me."

Haistorm didn't seem to be attacking directly, but in reality, the attack had already begun – the most dangerous confrontation of Spirituality.

In a one-on-one fight, this was a move that high-sequence individuals frequently used against low-sequence ones, and it worked better the greater the gap in Spirituality.

Of course, if one wasn't sure of a Spiritual dominance, they wouldn't typically use it, as damage to Spirituality was no joke.

Haistorm spoke arrogantly, but he was already using close to his full power. He saw that Ian hadn't collapsed in agony yet.

This annoyed him again. He hated those so-called geniuses.

Although, in a sense, he was one himself.

Ian felt immense Spiritual pressure. He was no match for him in terms of both quantity and quality.

However, his Spirituality was stable, pure, and dense. He retracted his Spirituality to the surface of his body, relying on the strong support of his Spirituality world. He could still withstand this pressure.

"So much nonsense. This guy is probably mentally ill."

Seeing his opponent talking to himself since he entered, Ian's expression was blank, and he offered no response.

Ian raised his right hand, and a ball of deep red Spirituality fire, devoid of any warmth, appeared in his palm.

Upon seeing the flame suddenly appear in Ian's hand, an suffocating fear instantly spread to the depths of Haistorm's soul.

Ian waved his right hand, and the Spirituality fire "disappeared." It traced a path along Ian's Spirituality, instantly contacting and igniting Haistorm's rampant and surging Spirituality.

"Ah—"

Haistorm let out a sharp, agonizing cry. His trembling, distorted voice echoed throughout the tower, unable to be masked even by the howling sea wind.

Haistorm felt an indescribable, searing pain spread throughout his soul, as if his Spirituality world was filled with flames. His body and soul convulsed in extreme agony, almost making him lose the ability to think.

The Spirituality fire spread incredibly fast. In just a few seconds, it ignited Haistorm's outward-projected Spirituality. The entire fifth floor was illuminated a deep red by the burning Spirituality fire.

The strange Spirituality fire did not ignite any objects; it only burned Spirituality and souls.

Ian drew the card [Stealth Attack], intending to seize the opportunity to end Haistorm's life.

But he saw the roaring Haistorm retract all his Spirituality back into his Spirituality world?!

"This... he brought this upon himself," Ian thought to himself.

If Haistorm had severed the burning Spirituality immediately after being ignited and then withdrawn it back into his Spirituality world, he might have had a chance to survive.

However, the courage to sever a limb for self-preservation wasn't something everyone possessed.

Moreover, Haistorm hadn't encountered this kind of Spirituality fire before and didn't understand its properties. In his haste, he likely couldn't have thought of "severing a limb for self-preservation."

As Haistorm drew the Spirituality fire back into his body, his Spirituality world was almost instantly engulfed by the increasingly fierce Spirituality fire.

As the Spirituality fire burned away all the Spirituality, it gradually extinguished itself due to lack of fuel.

"Bang..."

Haistorm, outwardly unharmed, collapsed to the ground. His heart had stopped beating, his breathing ceased. His body was merely an empty shell.

"Is this the power of Ignite?!"

Witnessing Haistorm's entire death process, Ian couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

If he were in the same situation, what would he do?

There was still only one answer: concentrate his will and "sever a limb for self-preservation" the moment the flames ignited. Injury to one's Spirituality was better than death.

"A powerful Sequence 7 Storm-type transcendent, so easily taken down by an Ignite!"

It was like in his past life, playing games. He habitually used Ignite to initiate a fight, only to find the opponent directly eliminated by it.

Indeed, there was no such thing as game balance in the real world!

Defeating a Sequence 7 without taking damage as a Sequence 9, Ian felt a secret thrill. Not bad for me!

The opponent was dead, but Ian didn't let his guard down.

Ian first sent Wawa, who was sleeping soundly and unaware, to the fourth floor. Then, on high alert, he meticulously searched the entire tower, inside and out, from top to bottom, confirming that Haistorm hadn't brought any accomplices.

The accumulated Spirituality fire had been used up. New Spirituality fire had just reignited on the source, and it was still quite weak.

He lacked powerful means for the time being, so it was best to remain cautious.

Next up was the enjoyable part: looting the corpse.