Wharton

At O'Brien Imperial Academy, it was the twice-yearly day for selecting new students. Old students and parents gradually returned to the academy from all over the continent. The O'Brien Empire was at its liveliest time of the year—except for major events like the War God taking disciples, which only happened once every many years.

Bolan had brought his younger brother Wharton to where Wharton lived. As for the Silver Dragon, it naturally returned to where it had come from. Bolan had brought it here this time only to announce to the continent that the Baruch Clan, absent from the continent's peak for over a thousand years, had returned. Now that his purpose had been achieved, he naturally had it go back to help Leibulus stand guard, since Leibulus was only a step away from advancing into a Level 9 magical beast.

Several of Wharton's friends had come along as well. Though he had not been at the academy long, just like his second brother Linley, he had become very close with the people in his dormitory. They all addressed one another as brothers.

Though Bolan had never attended school in this life, he could not deny that an academy truly deserved to be called the world's last ivory tower! The Magical Beast Mountain Range and the academy were practically two extremes. At the academy, no one casually started fights. Not to mention the imperial capital's guards of the continent's foremost military power, on War God Mountain outside the capital lived a true deity!

Although the War God viewed these people's fights as no different from children playing house, warriors across the continent respected him, so almost no one fought in Chiyan City. Even those with life-and-death grudges would tacitly leave the city to settle them. This made the city peaceful, while fights often broke out beyond its walls. To the people of the imperial capital, even clashes between Saint-level warriors were nothing unusual.

But the Magical Beast Mountain Range was nothing like the peace of Chiyan City. Countless people died there every day. Some died at the claws of magical beasts, while others were poisoned by venomous insects or toxic plants. Yet according to statistics gathered by those who cared to count, most of the people who died each year died at human hands! On the other hand, progress at the academy was painfully slow. Compared with the ever-present possibility of slaughter in the Magical Beast Mountain Range, it was agonizingly slow. After all, repeated real combat greatly helped a warrior's growth.

As the two brothers walked along, everyone cast looks their way. After all, nine-year-old Wharton was already at the peak of Level 3 Warrior. After transforming, he could directly reach Level 5. His talent as a warrior was exceptionally good, though naturally he could not compare with his eldest brother Bolan. How could an ordinary human compare with someone using cheats? Even ordinary geniuses needed to be at least fourteen or fifteen to break through to Level 5!

Wharton had none of the pride or restraint of a great clan at the moment. He greeted everyone with a smile. But whenever things were this warm, there were always a few troublemakers looking for attention.

"He's only relying on the power of his bloodline. He's nowhere near Senior Olivier!" Upon suddenly hearing a name that had shone brilliantly in the original story, Bolan immediately became interested and hurriedly asked Wharton about Olivier. Before Wharton could answer, one of Wharton's friends beside him said, "Lord Olivier is the pride of the O'Brien Empire. He reached Level 9 two years ago and left the academy to travel."

"Olivier comes from a very ordinary imperial family, the Achisoren Clan. It is a true commoner clan, and this generation has only Olivier and his younger brother Blumer."

"The strongest student in the academy now is Lord Olivier's younger brother, Blumer. He is already a Level 6 Warrior. Ever since Lord Olivier left to travel, Blumer has become extremely arrogant. He looks down on Wharton too, believing Wharton only passed the academy's examination because of the Dragonblood Warrior bloodline." Wharton's friend spoke indignantly.

The person who had spoken earlier was one of Blumer's most die-hard supporters.

After hearing that Olivier had left to travel, Bolan could not help feeling regretful. As a warrior, being unable to fight the "genius Sword Saint" from the original story was truly regrettable.

As for Olivier's younger brother? Sorry, who was that? He was merely a minor lackey swept away by a small boss's area-of-effect skill, nowhere near his brother Olivier. Still, giving Wharton some tempering at this stage would be good, Bolan thought.

Wharton said nothing. Just as when he was little, he still did not quite dare speak with his eldest brother. He remained quiet, leaving Bolan helpless. But Wharton had always been like this since childhood, and even Bolan could only let him be.

After walking for a while, when only the two brothers remained, Wharton suddenly asked, "Big Brother, you've already broken through to Level 7 Warrior, right?" Bolan smiled and nodded. Wharton looked exceptionally excited. After all, Wharton was also a Dragonblood Warrior capable of transforming. At Level 7 in human form, he would be Level 9 after transforming.

"Big Brother, has your training journey ended?" Wharton asked.

"Mm, it's temporarily come to an end. I'm planning to consolidate my strength, then go home and take a look. I want to see your second brother and Father," Bolan replied.

"You should stay at the academy. I'll go back by myself this time. I might bring Father here directly."