Blumer, You Must Become a God on Your Own

After all these years, many places in the mansion still retained their original appearance, though many changes had also taken place. The old buildings had kept their original style, simple and antique; the newly built areas were somewhat more splendid, befitting the Duke Mansion's status.

"You've done very well. I'm very satisfied."

Olivier sat in the main seat of the hall. Blumer had yet to arrive, so Olivier spoke to the gate guard. He was satisfied not only with the guard, but even more so with Blumer.

He had not returned home for more than ten years, yet the people in the mansion could still recognize him. That alone made Olivier feel that this truly was his home. Along the way, he had seen that everything in the mansion was in perfect order. Blumer had clearly put in considerable effort, and at the same time, he had not neglected his cultivation. How could Olivier not be satisfied?

"I haven't returned home in ten years, yet you could still recognize me. Very good. Tell me what has happened in the mansion over these years."

Olivier asked the gate guard.

"My lord, you may not know this, but Lord Blumer had someone paint a portrait of you. Everyone who entered the mansion was required to memorize your appearance. That was why we were able to recognize you."

Having received Olivier's approval, the gate guard felt that he was easy to get along with and was extremely delighted.

The Olivier of legend was supposedly cold and unapproachable. Yet this Lord Olivier was so amiable that he made people feel as though they were basking in a spring breeze. The gate guard had even wondered whether this man was an impostor, but then he remembered that Lord Blumer was a Saint-level expert. Who would dare impersonate Lord Olivier?

The guard told himself that serving an amiable person was far better than serving a cold one. Why bother worrying about so much?

"Tell me about Blumer. How has he lived these past years?"

Olivier was more concerned about Blumer. Though they had spent little time together after his transmigration, Blumer was still his younger brother, his only family in this world.

"My lord, Lord Blumer actually spent very little time in the mansion these past years. He was usually cultivating at War God Mountain, or else on the barren mountain where you used to cultivate. So, I do not know much about Lord Blumer's affairs."

It seemed Blumer had put in a great deal of effort over the years. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for him to break through to the Saint level.

"The affairs of the mansion have all been managed by the steward these years. The last time Lord Blumer returned was when His Majesty granted him the title of duke."

There were only Olivier and Blumer, the two brothers, in the Archisoren Duke Mansion. Both spent most of the year away from home, and there were not many people in the mansion either. No wonder Olivier had felt that something was lacking when he entered. It was vitality. The Duke Mansion was simply too desolate.

Olivier had only exchanged a few words with the gate guard when a fat middle-aged man arrived. He was the Duke Mansion's steward.

His body was covered in fat, and his face shone with grease. He looked nothing like a steward; he was more like a wealthy country landlord.

"Lord Olivier, you've returned. I am Sherlock, the mansion's steward."

Upon hearing that Lord Olivier had returned, Sherlock did not dare delay and immediately came over. Before approaching, he had also observed Olivier from afar for some time. Since he had risen to the position of steward, his judgment naturally surpassed that of an ordinary gate guard.

Although Sherlock had never seen Olivier before, he noticed that Olivier differed somewhat from the legends. He was not so cold, and his bearing was amiable yet extraordinary. Still, Olivier's appearance had not changed in the slightest from ten years ago. He was the man in the portrait.

"Sherlock."

Olivier called out flatly, without the slightest emotion in his voice.

Olivier disliked this sort of person. At a glance, Sherlock seemed like someone who abused his authority. Moreover, the name Sherlock reminded Olivier of a certain famous miser, making his impression even worse.

However, such people were highly capable. Used well, they were talents; used poorly, they were disasters.

Sherlock's strength was practically negligible. In this world where strength reigned supreme, no matter how clever one was, one could not stir up much trouble. The Yulan Continent was so vast, and there were countless intelligent people, yet no one could shake the positions of the High Priest and the War God.

Thinking of this, Olivier felt that having such a person around was not bad. At least, the family would not suffer losses under his usual management.

This terrified Sherlock. He could not read Olivier's attitude, but it was clearly not a good sign. His heart went through every possible storm of emotion, and he was deeply uneasy. After all, for a Saint-level expert, killing him would be as easy as crushing an ant.

"Sherlock, is it? My brother and I are often away from the mansion, and you've managed it well. However, remember this: we can give you everything you desire, and we can also leave you with nothing."

Sherlock was a clever man, but since the two brothers were away for long periods, he needed to be warned. Otherwise, trouble might arise. Olivier believed that Sherlock did not need much more explanation to understand what he should do and what he must never do.

"Lord Olivier, this subordinate has been utterly loyal to the Achisoren Family and has never harbored any other thoughts. Please forgive me, my lord."

Sherlock was extremely uneasy. He himself knew clearly that in the Achisoren Duke Mansion, although Blumer was the duke, that was only in the eyes of outsiders. In truth, Sherlock had the final say over the mansion's affairs. In reality, he was more like the duke of the Duke Mansion.

Whenever Blumer was not in the mansion, Sherlock represented him both within and outside the estate.

Sherlock understood that Olivier was warning him and was somewhat dissatisfied with certain things he had done, but it had not yet reached the point of dealing with him. As long as he remained loyal to the Achisoren Family and took good care of the two lords, he would be the third most important person, with two Saint-level lords backing him.

"Where is Blumer now?"

Olivier noticed that Blumer should not be in the mansion. Otherwise, he would have arrived long ago. Moreover, Olivier had not sensed the presence of any Saint-level expert within the estate.

"Lord Blumer is at War God Mountain. Someone has already gone to notify him."

The gate guard hurriedly answered. Being able to interact with a Saint-level expert at such close range, he also harbored a trace of fantasy. If he could gain Lord Olivier's favor, he would rise to glory and prosperity in the future.

Both the steward Sherlock and the gate guard hoped to perform well.

A streak of light flew through the skies above the imperial capital at astonishing speed. Ordinary people might only sense a flash of light, while only Saint-level experts would know that a Saint-level expert had flown past.

"Big Brother, Big Brother..."

Before the man arrived, his voice came first. A figure descended into the Achisoren Family estate.

The newcomer saw Olivier and rushed forward to embrace him.

It was Blumer, who had hurried back from War God Mountain. Upon receiving news that Olivier had returned, Blumer had immediately rushed back at his fastest speed. Olivier had been away from home for ten years without any news. Some people had claimed that Olivier had already fallen. At first, Blumer firmly believed that Olivier would be fine, but as time passed, even he began to waver. He could only cultivate diligently each day, waiting until he was strong enough to search for Olivier in the Arctic Ice Plain. This was also one of the reasons he had broken through to the Saint level so quickly.

However, although Blumer had broken through to the Saint level, his strength was not particularly great. Going to a place like the Arctic Ice Plain was simply too dangerous. His fellow disciples at War God Mountain would not allow him to go unless he could reach the peak of the Saint level.

Now that Olivier had returned, how could Blumer not be overjoyed? Blumer had always regarded Olivier as his idol. This was also why he had chosen to cultivate on the barren mountain and why, after reaching the Saint level, he had gone to challenge the Star Sword Saint, Tyrone.

However, after challenging the Star Sword Saint Tyrone, he had used every ounce of his strength yet failed to gain even the slightest advantage. Only then did he realize that defeating someone who had entered the Saint level long ago was no easy task. Thus, Blumer admired Olivier even more. Olivier had defeated the Star Sword Saint Tyrone with three sword strikes just after entering the Saint level.

"You're already a Saint-level expert, yet you're still crying like this."

Blumer had been influenced too deeply by Olivier. From childhood to adulthood, he had relied too heavily on Olivier. During the years Olivier had been away, Blumer had missed him terribly. Now that they had met again, he lost control somewhat.

"Yes, Big Brother. I knew you would be fine."

Blumer carefully examined the elder brother before him. Though Olivier's appearance had not changed, he no longer had the sharpness and coldness of before. He was more approachable, yet unfathomable. If Blumer had not known Olivier's strength, he might have thought Olivier was an ordinary young noble with no power at all.

"Big Brother, what is your current strength? Why can't I sense it?"

Generally speaking, Saint-level experts could sense each other's energy, or at least roughly gauge the other party's strength. After breaking through to the Saint level, Blumer could sense the terrifying energy within those senior disciples who were stronger than him. Olivier's situation meant either that he had no strength at all, which was impossible, or that he had reached a realm beyond Blumer's comprehension, such as the divine level.

"Below the divine level, no one is my match."

Olivier spoke proudly, releasing a trace of his aura at the same time.

"Big Brother, are you even stronger than my eldest senior brother?"

Blumer asked. He had heard his fellow disciples say that his eldest senior brother Fane's strength had already reached the limit of the Saint level and that he was only one step away from the divine level. He could not understand how Olivier could be stronger than Fane.

"Sherlock, you may leave. Prepare some fine wine and good food. My brother and I need to have a proper talk."

Olivier spoke to Sherlock, then said to Blumer,

"We'll talk while we eat."

"Blumer, do you know how the Saint level is divided?"

Olivier asked Blumer.

"Among the hidden experts of the continent, aside from divine-level experts, there are Fane and the other five ultimate experts. They are only one step away from reaching the divine level. Below them are experts of the Pope of Light's level. There are perhaps a dozen or so at that level. Below them are experts at Haydson's level. Most of the continent's hidden experts are at Haydson's level. Then come ordinary peak experts, intermediate Saint-level experts, and early Saint-level experts."

Blumer truly deserved to be a member of the War God Sect. Though he had only just entered the Saint level, he already understood its divisions very well. Back when Linley's strength had become comparable to Haydson's, the War God had only then explained these things to him.

"You're correct. Then you should also know why Fane and the others are known as the five ultimate experts. That's right, they have all cultivated one profound mystery of the Laws to its limit. Taking one more step would allow them to become gods."

"Generally, the Laws of an element contain six different profound mysteries. Take the Laws of Light, for example. They include the Light Elemental Profundity, the Profundity of Light Speed, and so on. Comprehending any one of these profound mysteries can allow one to become a god. From what I can see, you are cultivating the Profundity of Light Speed. You have only comprehended a tiny bit of it so far. Once you comprehend it to its limit, your strength will rival Fane's. Once you fully comprehend it, you can become a god."

Olivier explained many things to Blumer in one breath.

"Then my teacher, the War God, became a god by comprehending one profound mystery," Blumer muttered.

"Blumer, I must tell you that the War God did not become a god by fully comprehending a profound mystery. There are two methods of becoming a god. One is to comprehend a profound mystery and become a god, whereupon the laws of the world descend and form a divine spark. The other is to refine a divine spark and become a god. The War God was simply lucky enough to find a divine spark and refine it into godhood. With that path, it is nearly impossible to continue cultivating and break through further. The War God is merely one of the weakest among gods, and he has no hope of breaking through in the future."

"Ah..."

Blumer had not expected that the teacher he held in such high regard had not become a god through his own cultivation. He was greatly shocked.

"The War God is not so unattainable. Blumer, you must become a god on your own."