Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class - Chapter 545: Training, Call
Chapter 545: Training, Call
After Almond and Lily returned to the palace, the whole gang of Regalon left and arrived in the Student Lobby.
They had earned quite a lot of Crown Points from the last missions, and acquired first rank as a group, and high individual ranks.
There were tons of facilities one could access from the student Lobby.
Myriad of dimensions.
Anything and anywhere one could imagine would become reality.
Because these top Grim Academies, run primarily by Grimverse itself, provided everything one desired at a cost.
This was one of the main reasons Grim Academies were important. The phase as a Grim Student could lay a solid foundation for powerhouses.
“So we are using only True Concepts and nothing else.” Silvester rubbed his chin. “I did a try, and my combat power decreased by 38%. However, all we have to do is to optimize our builds, utilizing only True Concept, and we can increase our combat power.”
Admiral Rudra nodded. “Based on the Crown Points we have, we cannot hope to just acquire a new True Concept. So for now, we will use our Crown Points to enter facilities that can help us increase the depths of our existing True Concept, and reform our combat style so that we may only use moves that have True Concept and our Geneline.”
“Our Geneline will go through evolution,” Almond stated. “The good thing is that Regalon Geneline is 80% composed of mine and Lily’s True Concepts. The other 20% doesn’t matter for now, as it is useless and doesn’t give any impact ever since we ascended to Grimverse. So I am going to evolve the Geneline by properly utilizing our True Concepts. In this version, I’ll properly leave an untapped potential node that can be filled up by your own True Concept to shape an ability to boost your combat style further.”
“One or more?” Marcus curiously asked.
“One first, and then more. The development of Geneline is entirely disconnected in Grimverse. There are three stages total, and increasing a stage of our Geneline will require much effort. John said it will be better handled once we go on the other side, so while we are here, our Geneline will remain in the first stage.”
Everyone nodded.
“Then let’s disperse.” Lily looked up at the countless doors on all sides of the spire. “Choose where you want to go and develop your True Concepts. Once you empty your Crown Points, you can do other stuff like going to the Arena and training, and take note of missions. If you spot a good one, grab it.”
And so, the Regalons dispersed.
…
Almond entered a door that cost the highest Crown Points. Boasted highest difficulty. And provided the utmost progression and inspiration triggers.
A single blink later, he stood on a bridge of fractured moonlight suspended over an ocean of collapsing realities. The sea below was silent, yet every wave broke into fragments of mirrored space, shattering gravity whenever the tide rose.
His sword materialized the moment he willed it through his True Concept, responding to his intent.
He imbued it into a sword and materialized it purely using his Life Power.
Grim-Fated Cut — Perception Severance.
The sword expanded a domain that perpetually kept the severance of illusions.
The air trembled.
The bridge began distorting under him, as though the environment recognized a foreign presence and tried to consume him. Space folded, curving into impossible angles—bridges splitting, reconnecting, pulsing like organic veins.
Without hesitation, Almond stepped off the bridge.
He walked into the breaking air.
The gravity flipped, but he severed it cleanly, rewriting the local field so he could stand.
A beast emerged from the ocean below, a shape of liquid moonlight with no joints, no organs, only shifting blades for limbs.
It dashed toward him, splitting itself into ten copies.
Almond inhaled.
One breath.
His sword swung.
A single severing line cut through ten bodies, the bridge, and even the ocean’s surface—
But none collapsed.
A delay.
Then—
all of them split perfectly along the line, the environment itself forced into a temporary pause.
Almond lowered his blade, watching the ocean heal.
“…Not enough. Severing the world here requires more depth.”
Space folded again, attempting to crush him.
Almond smiled faintly.
He walked forward as the dimension deformed itself in fury, each clash carving a new layer of understanding in his True Concept.
…
Lily stepped into a pale-blue door that pulsed like a heartbeat. Her idea same as Almond’s as she entered the high-cost training dimension.
Instantly, she was submerged in a world without ground.
A sky of swirling cold light.
A void beneath her that refused to reflect anything.
Nothing supported her.
Yet she stood.
Time twisted erratically here.
A single blink stretched into minutes.
A breath collapsed into half a second.
And the laws constantly shifted to try to trap her.
A ripple formed—
a monstrous shape of warped chronology, a being made from overlapping futures and collapsed pasts.
The instant it appeared, dozens of its timelines attacked Lily simultaneously.
Lily flicked her hand.
True Concept—Shadowed Chrono Lights.
Every timeline that touched her was gently excised from existence as though nothing had occurred.
The creature screeched.
Its future versions lunged from angles that didn’t exist.
Lily stepped sideways into a moment three seconds ahead, reappearing behind the creature, her chakrams gliding through a ribbon of collapsed time she had woven earlier.
The creature’s body folded in half with a distorted crack.
She walked calmly through the breaking reality as the dimension rebuilt itself to fight her again.
The time suddenly slipped.
She was split into two and then into multiple fragments.
Almost.
Fortunately, her Temporal Clone technique helped her evade that fate.
Dying in the dimensions means game over. Not death, but waste of Crown Points as they would be kicked out.
…
Time passed as minutes turned into hours, and hours into days.
Everyone exited at different periods of times, but after nine days, all Regalons were out.
The last ones to exit were Almond and Lily, so after they returned and all the Regalons gathered, they got a visitor.
A shadow swept across the upper balconies of the Student Lobby.
The Regalons felt a sudden pressure wash over them—not violent, not hostile, but sovereign. A presence so overwhelming that their instincts tightened on their bones.
They looked up.
A ripple tore open in the air—smooth, soundless—like silk being drawn aside.
And through it descended a large, magnificent bird, its massive prismatic wings covering the palace from both sides, while it faced right on the balcony where the Regalons gathered.
Pymon, the Nihilium Revenant Roclord.
“Almond and Lily. Get onboard.”
