“Is this the Phillips family’s vault?” Luca looked at the silver-white door before him, surprised to find it was protected by a Transcendent-level magical barrier.
Jormungandr’s eyes shifted playfully, and she floated closer with a grin plastered on her face. “Master, would you like me to help you break this? If you promise to find me a Transcendent-level soul as a supplement, I’ll help you dismantle this barrier.”
“Get lost.” Luca didn’t even glance at her.
This creature’s mind must have been kicked by a mule to even think of bargaining with him.
He extended his hand and gently ran his fingers over the magical runes on the silver-white wall, feeling the flow of energy within. After a few minutes, a golden flash appeared in his eyes. Golden symbols began to form in his hand, slowly merging into the wall.
To Jormungandr’s astonishment, the Transcendent-level magic seal began to visibly crumble, and at a speed so fast it was almost incomprehensible.
“Y-You… How did you do that?” Jormungandr stammered, at a loss for words. This guy was insane! This was a Transcendent-level magic seal! He only touched it a few times, and he immediately found a way to break it?!
“Didn’t you see?” Luca smiled smugly, looking almost insufferably pleased with himself. After enduring the trials in the Divine Court ruins, his various special attributes had skyrocketed by at least tenfold. It wasn’t just a simple increase in his talents or understanding; it was far more profound.
Before, Luca had relied on his experiences from his past life and his exceptional talents to crack high-level magic. But now, he could effortlessly analyze and deconstruct unfamiliar magic with just a glance. And he had a feeling that if his special attributes were to improve further, he might even be able to evolve an unknown spell to new heights—like transforming a Superclass spell into something Transcendent, or even beyond.
The magical seal on the silver-white door dissolved rapidly, like ice melting in fire.
Crack! With a sharp sound, a fissure appeared in the previously unbreakable Transcendent-level barrier, quickly spreading until it exploded into a shower of radiant white light, slowly dissipating into the air.
Creeeak! Luca pushed the door gently, and it began to open slowly. Before they could see inside, a burst of golden light flooded out, making both of them squint and temporarily blinded by the intensity.
As their vision cleared, the scene beyond the door was revealed to Luca. It was a magnificent underground palace, spanning at least a thousand meters in size. The floor, paved with white jade, was piled high with a mountain of gleaming gold, gems, and coins. Under the glow of magical jewels, the treasures sparkled brightly.
The very things that had blinded them earlier were now fully visible: treasures piled high around the grand hall. In addition, standing along the walls were display cases made of magical crystals, packed tightly with rare items and materials, the lowest grade being high-tier, and many were even Superclass materials! There were at least a thousand different types, if not more.
“So many treasures!” Jormungandr’s eyes glittered with the shine of gold, and saliva almost dripped from the corners of her mouth.
“It seems the Phillips family has been making quite a fortune these years,” Luca mused as he estimated the value of everything in front of him. The total worth was easily no less than 3 billion gold coins! And this didn’t even take into account the Phillips family’s hidden assets. If all of it was combined, the number would be truly staggering.
If this information were to leak out, countless people would be shocked. After all, the corruption scandal that had rocked the entire Clinton Empire was worth only a little over ten billion gold, while the Phillips family’s vault alone contained more than double that amount!
“This time, I’ve hit the jackpot.” Luca couldn’t help but smile. With this money, not only would his material needs for cultivation be solved, but he would also have the means to build up his own power and train a group of strong, loyal followers. With the game’s arrival now in the countdown stage, this fortune had come just at the right time!
He didn’t hesitate, sweeping up everything in the hall into his storage ring.
After clearing everything out, not a single coin remained. Luca did a rough calculation: in addition to the 2 billion gold coins, he had also obtained 32 pieces of Superclass materials, and 4 types of Transcendent materials, with the rest being high-tier materials.
Additionally, he had acquired a large amount of equipment and items, the lowest of which were Diamond-level. He would have to wait until his level rose before he could make use of them.
The most surprising thing to Luca, however, was that he had actually found a hidden class scroll.
[Crimson Mage: Hidden Class, a night-dwelling being with the power of immortality.]
Hidden classes, even in his past life, were incredibly rare, and this was an unexpected windfall.
Without hesitation, Luca chose to use the scroll.
A crimson light flashed from the scroll in his hand, shooting into Luca’s mind.
Immediately, the game’s notification appeared before him.
[Ding! Congratulations, you have obtained the hidden class “Crimson Mage”! ]
[You have gained new skills: “Undying Blood (Class)”, “Blood Devotee (Class)”, “Blood Manipulation (Class)”… ]
Luca’s eyes rapidly turned a deep red, and streams of scarlet blood energy began rising from his body.
His aura surged rapidly, far surpassing the typical high-tier professionals, and was now nearing the level of a Superclass!
Luca could feel the blood and life force swirling within him, and it was an indescribable sensation of comfort and exhilaration.
At the same time, he also became aware that he had gained some kind of special Perception and control over blood.
Luca extended his hand, and the blood energy began to gather in his palm. In an instant, it transformed into a crimson spear, radiating an overwhelming aura of power.
Blood Manipulation!
The strong metallic scent of blood was so intense that even Jormungandr couldn’t help but feel a little taken aback.
“This guy’s power… it’s actually increased again…” She felt a pang of dissatisfaction. Why was this bastard’s strength rising so quickly? After all, she herself had spent over a hundred years in the Dream Kingdom just to reach Superclass!
The blood energy in Luca’s hand slowly dissipated. This haul was certainly not insignificant: he had not only acquired billions of gold coins, but also a vast array of equipment and materials, along with a hidden class. He glanced around the empty hall and realized there was no need to linger any longer.
Before long, Luca and Jormungandr emerged from the secret passage and returned to Lyon’s study.
As soon as they entered the living room, Luca ran into Tia, who was on her way to report back. She still had a strong smell of blood lingering around her. Tia respectfully said, “Master, the estate has been cleaned up. All the members of the Phillips family have been found.”
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Luca gave a slight nod. “Well done. Immediately dispatch people to take control of the Phillips family’s assets. Don’t waste any time.”
Once the dukes realized what had happened, they wouldn’t allow him to claim everything alone. Time was money now.
“Understood,” Tia replied, nodding. After a brief hesitation, she asked, “What should we do with those people?”
She was referring to the members of the Phillips family.
Luca’s gaze shifted toward the group of people outside the hall, huddled on the floor with their hands on their heads. There were men and women of various ages—old and young—but they all shared one thing in common: their once-lavish clothing. Gone were their usual elegance and nobility. In this moment, they looked utterly miserable.
The eyes of the group fixed on Luca, filled with nothing but fear and hatred. Among them, a strikingly beautiful woman, her eyes bloodshot with fury, pointed at Luca and fiercely whispered to a young child beside her, “Remember, this is the enemy who destroyed the Phillips family. He’s the one who killed your father. You must remember his face!”
Although the child was young, born into a top-tier family, he had already matured beyond his years and understood what hatred meant.
With clenched fists, he nodded vigorously, tears welling in his eyes as he stared at Luca. Through his sobs, he spat, “I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you!”
The innocent yet venomous words carried a hatred that was far beyond the child’s age, sending a chill of murderous intent through Tia and the surrounding members of The Nightmare Cult.
“Master, should we kill them all?” Tia slowly drew her long knife, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. She would not allow anyone who posed a threat to Luca to remain alive, even if it was just a child who appeared to be no older than ten.
Luca walked out of the hall, casting a brief glance at the group of people who hated him with all their might. His voice was calm as he spoke, “Let them go.”
His words stunned everyone in the room, leaving them momentarily speechless, thinking they had misheard him.
Tia, her expression full of disbelief, asked, “Master, you mean, let them go?”
“Yes, let them go,” Luca replied with a slight nod, his expression unchanged.
The members of the Phillips family instantly showed signs of surprise and joy, unable to believe such a stroke of good fortune had befallen them.
The members of The Nightmare Cult, however, were filled with confusion and disbelief. The hatred these people held for them was obvious to anyone with eyes, so why would Luca choose to release them instead of eliminating them entirely? Wasn’t this leaving a potential threat for himself? Wouldn’t this become a future problem?
“But, they…” Tia began to protest, but Luca had already walked over to the group of Phillips family members.
He looked down at the once-glorious nobles, now resembling lambs awaiting slaughter. His gaze settled on the child, trembling with fear, his face a portrait of terror.
Luca spoke calmly, “I know you hate me.”
“Yes, I killed Lyon, I killed Finn, I destroyed your family, and I took everything you had.”
“So, hate me.”
“Only then will you understand the feelings of ordinary people.”
“Only then will you know what it feels like to be powerless! To experience injustice!”
With those final words, he turned and began walking toward the estate’s exit.
All that remained was his indifferent voice, echoing in the air.
The members of the Phillips family, who had been filled with hatred and surprise.
Were left frozen, their expressions locked in place.